#she's gonna get fleas too :(((

[xamaxenta]

My gf is like im struggling with this pose im drawing and im like oh yeah lemme see

And she deflects like its bad and then fuckigng shows me an absolute banger of a sketch and im just 💀 bitch this is so good

[heartbeetz]

Negative post / pet health stuff

Sorry for not reblogging promos after I made mine. My pets got fleas again bc my father lied about getting them new flea collars before I moved back in, so I got distracted trying to deal with that. Maybe I'll dig them up and rb them from you guys later. Idk.

[mokeonn]

She actually started doing craft shows, events, and garden shows as a vendor post 2020 after covid shut her gallery down. So no, it's not because she got started before the internet was a big thing.

All of the advice I was personally given and witnessed for myself (find a niche, selling art is all about networking and getting repeat customers, word of mouth is a powerful tool, the words you use when selling or marketing your art matter, etc etc) can all apply to an online space as well, tbh. It's not all about luck, sure luck plays a part in it, but saying that the only way you can make a living off of art is with pure luck, is a pretty surefire way to make you hate art and see it as nothing but a numbers game (speaking from experience).

Also I will add the disclaimer that I AM speaking from an area with a large and thriving art scene and tourism scene. It's far easier to find galleries and shops to sign consignment with or find events you can vendor at in a place like Florida compared to a state like Idaho.

No, I don't think the recent problem with a lack of third places, and people do, in fact, want to pay for handicrafts. I think this mindset is honestly pretty limiting because it's just shoving the reasons why something might not be working to the forefront and getting upset because those things are out of your control, instead of focusing on the things you do have control over and working on improving those. Like you can't control if someone doesn't want to pay for your art, but you shouldn't market to that person, you should market to the person who does. Because that person who doesn't want to pay is probably never going to want to pay.

Like, I am quite literally working for this artist as my job, I have been to shows, I have worked with shows, I have talked to people, and I do plan on starting my own little business! I am very lucky to have a mentor and a friend who has helped me find confidence in myself, my art, and helped me realize there is a career in art! It's a lot of work, but it is doable. There's more to it than luck and there being more places for people to regularly go to, and a lot of it really does come down to you.

Unfortunately, it's not luck. It's worse. It's marketing.

I think at some point in time we need to sit down and start explaining to artist who want to make a career out of art that there are FAR more options than just "living off of commissions" and "posting my art online and praying I get paid for it".

[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 9/12/23

prompt: barbie

pairing/character(s): steddie, stobin

transfemme!stevie has my heart ngl

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Stevie's been out to Eddie for a few months when her birthday comes around. And she's anticipating a... Depressing day, if she's honest.

The only people that know are Eddie and Robin. To everyone else, she's still a guy. So she anticipates all the masculine gifts; cologne, clothes she won't wear, gag gifts from the kids about her being their dad.

And that part of her birthday is depressing. She sits through a lunch-time barbecue with the party and Eddie holds her hand out of view of everyone else so she can squeeze it every time something is said that makes her want to bawl her eyes out. Like how Mike keeps making jokes about how her hair's starting to be too long to look good, and Dustin keeps asking why she's wearing so many layers in July, and everyone keeps calling her the birthday boy, and son, and Steve-

She's happy to go home, is the point. Expects to spend the rest of the night curled up on the couch with Eddie who will no doubt spend the rest of his night feeding her words of affirmation about how she's his girl and other ooey gooey feminine phrases he knows quell the knot in her stomach some.

What she doesn't expect is for Robin to be sat on the couch she wants to curl up on, a comically huge blanket in her hands and an equally comically large pile of gifts towered in front of the couch.

"Rob, what-" Stevie starts, eyebrows raising involuntarily. She looks to Eddie, who has a small, proud smile on his face.

"Happy birthday, dingus!" Robin cheers. A party popper seems to have materialised in her hand out of nowhere, and Stevie can't help the laugh that's shocked out of her when it pops loudly.

"Go get changed into something more Stevie, okay, my love? It's time for your real birthday." Eddie says into her ear.

A sudden well of emotion builds up inside her at the words, at how lovely her boyfriend and best friend are, at the thought of how much they must have spent to buy her these gifts. She sniffs harshly to keep tears from falling, nods, and goes to her and Eddie's room without a word.

She considers getting straight into sweats in case she falls asleep in the living room, but knows she needs to feel feminine right now. Needs to see who she is reflected on the outside as well as the inside so she doesn't feel so... Wrong for the rest of the night. She slips into a comfortable pink day dress with a wrap front (an incredibly willing donation from Robin's closet) and doesn't give herself any time to scrutinise her figure in the mirror. Just brushes her hair out of its more masculine style of being pushed back, and into something softer that frames her face.

When she reenters the living room, Robin is still sat on the couch with the blanket, and Eddie is crouched down by the pile of gifts, murmuring to himself as he picks through them. Robin's laughing at him, and Stevie's chest feels warm in their presence.

"Hey! There's the birthday girl." Eddie grins when he sees her, and then looks back down at the gift pile to select a box-shaped one that's wrapped in purple polka-dot paper.

Stevie sits next to Robin, and tilts her head to rest on her shoulder as she watches her boyfriend make a sound of celebration when he holds up the gift.

"I was gonna save this gift for last, but after that shitshow I just- here, babygirl." He holds it out to Stevie with a softer smile on his face (Robin calls it his Stevie Smile), and Stevie takes it with gentle hands.

"It's from him and me, by the way. Don't let dingus 2 take all the credit." Robin adds on. Eddie just rolls his eyes and nods, and then starts to talk as Stevie carefully tears the wrapping paper. She's trying to preserve it as much as she can. Wants to keep as much evidence of her first birthday as herself as she can.

"I hope we got the right one. It was kinda hard to find, but I went to a bunch of flea markets and I remember you talking about how when you were younger you wanted it but your mom wouldn't let you and-"

Eddie cuts himself off when Stevie finally tears enough wrapping paper away to see the beginnings of the Barbie logo and gasps. Tears are already brewing in her eyes, and maybe one or two drip onto the precious wrapping paper as she manages to slide it off to reveal-

"Ballerina Barbie." She whispers, staring down at the doll. Her hands are shaking a little, and she feels so incredibly wobbly and warm.

She can't believe Eddie remembers what she said about the moment she knew she wasn't a boy the way she was supposed to be. How her mom had snatched the toy out of her hands in the toystore and replaced it with a car set.

"Is it the right one?" Eddie asks after a moment, and Stevie lifts her head to see him chewing nervously on his lip.

Instead of speaking, she wordlessly gestures for him to join her and Robin on the couch and promptly throws an arm around each of them for a much needed cuddle.

"It's perfect." She says to both of them, and gets twin squeezes to each side. A couple more tears slip out as she looks at the pile of gifts she still has to go through, "I can't believe you guys did all this for me."

"We love you, Stevie-bee." Robin says simply. Like that explains everything. Like it makes perfect sense.

"Yeah, we gotta treat our girl the way she deserves." Eddie adds on.

And Stevie thinks that maybe it does make perfect sense. After all, she'd go the same length for either of them.

[nsfwitchy2]

Getting her acclimated to our gigantic fucking cat carrier so she won’t be traumatized when we pack her up in it so she can get her shots lol

✨Nessie is getting her vaccines tomorrow✨

[steddieas-shegoes]

i could listen all night

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is wanting to hear every detail of their day'

rated t | 803 words | cw: recreational drug use (weed) | tags: established relationship, stargazing, they're so in love

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"And it's not even that I'm worried about failing the test!" Steve said as he leaned back against the wall of their too-small balcony. "I did a practice test yesterday and only missed one question. I just feel like it's too easy."

"I think you're just smarter than you give yourself credit for, Stevie," Eddie said as he exhaled smoke.

"I don't think that's it."

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly.

They didn't love their apartment. It was on the third floor of a three story townhome that seemed to be a revolving door of large families who couldn't make rent after a couple of months. They'd get close to someone on the first floor and they'd be evicted two months later. They'd finally have a quiet neighbor below them only to find out it was an old man who was moved to a nursing home a month after moving in.

But they at least had this balcony that faced a parking lot of some business that was empty and closed by the time they needed to smoke.

And when Steve graduated, they could move closer to whatever school he ended up working at.

"What if I don't graduate?" Steve asked quietly, reaching out for the joint Eddie had just taken a third pull off of. "What if I'm doing all this for nothing?"

Eddie turned to Steve as much as he could, covered his hand in comfort. "If anyone knows what it's like not to graduate, it's me. And it's not the end of the world. It may feel like it at first, but just because you don't do it when you think you should doesn't mean you won't ever. You're smart and you work hard, sunshine, you're gonna graduate."

"You have to say that. You're my boyfriend."

"I don't have to say anything! I told you just this morning that you were stupid if you thought I wasn't gonna wake up just to kiss you goodbye," Eddie pecked his cheek and took the join back from him.

He knew Steve got emotional if he smoked too much, and he'd already reached the glassy eye part of the high. Better to stop him now.

"Other than your professor scaring you, what happened today?" Eddie asked casually. He wanted to hear about everything, and Steve liked talking about it.

"I had the best cup of tea. The library was giving free cups to students who donated $1 to the writer's club. So I guess it wasn't really free, but still, $1 for the best cup of tea I've ever had isn't bad." Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "I studied for an hour between classes and saw these two women making out. One was like, a lot older than the other and I'm almost certain she was a professor with a student. Don't know what that's about."

Eddie raised his brows, but stayed quiet as Steve continued.

"And then I managed to eat my sandwich after my second class. Best one you've made yet. Perfect ham to turkey ratio," Steve kissed his neck.

"Glad you liked it, sweetheart."

"Oh! And there's gonna be a student run show next Friday. I get two free tickets if you wanna go. Maybe we could make it a date night?"

"I think that sounds lovely. Write it on the fridge and I'll make sure I'm home in time to get ready for it," Eddie took one last drag from the joint before putting it out in the ash tray he grabbed from the flea market downtown when they first moved in. "Anything else today?"

"I got to sit outside and look at the stars with my boyfriend. That's been pretty nice," Steve whispered.

Eddie felt his cheeks heat up, never quite used to how easily Steve shared his love and affection. He'd been like that before they were even together, overwhelmingly honest.

"Was he good company?" Eddie teased, leaning his head on top of Steve's and looking up at the few stars they could see in the city.

"He's always good company."

Eddie kissed the top of Steve's head and settled back.

"What about your day?" Steve asked, sinking further into his side.

"My day was boring." Eddie sighed. "But we have new releases hitting the shelves tomorrow. Those days are always fun."

"Any you want?" Steve sounded tired.

It was barely eight at night, but the weed was hitting and he'd been up since five that morning going nonstop.

"Might grab this local band's demo. We're the only place carrying it and they're hoping to do a show in our basement next month, but we'll see. Brad said we had to see how the demos sell."

"Sounds like fun," Steve said.

"You wanna go inside, sweetheart?"

"Not yet. Keep talking. Wanna hear about everything."

"Mkay, baby."

[syndrossi]

Can we get a caraxes and vhagar POV of them meeting the lil babies in regnal au pretty pretty pleaseeee🥺🥺🥺 I can just imagine them crooning and gushing over how cute they are and how they're not fully hatched yet ksksksk and them bragging to other dragons about how amazing their dragon riders' hatchlings/grandhatchling are 🤩🤩

When the actual hatchlings come along are they gonna imprint on vhagar like they did caraxes and think that's their mother?

In regnal au what's the craziest thing teen dad!daemon does with the twins that gives rhea almost a heart attack compared to older, more mature father daemon in reverberate au?

I feel like Caraxes will be puzzled at how round and egg-shaped Daemon's hatchlings are, while Vhagar rolls her eyes, all "of COURSE have you not seen a fleshling before?" And then Caraxes grumbles that not everyone is 150 years old. Also if the little one is called Aemon, why is he being taken on VHAGAR for a ride, ahem? He has dibs on all the Aemons. Wait, and she gets the BAELON too? Unfair!

For the hatchlings, it'll probably depend on where Vhagar is and how often she's around relative to Caraxes. I could see Vhagar being the ultimate grump about still more hatchlings and she agrees with Caraxes, they smell wrong. Like the sickness that took Balerion. She settles into a reluctant grandma role, with a suspicious eye on them, and it's Caraxes who ends up defending their oddness to her. So, ultimately I guess they don't view her as a mother? But some kind of relation at least, despite her protests.

Oh goodness, Daemon shenanigans. I think for the first six months, he's incredibly careful with them, since they were born so small and that imprinted itself in his mind: that they're fragile, and he has to be careful. But as soon as they start getting active and crawling/rolling and they've got all that baby fat on their cheeks, Daemon finally feels secure enough to do things with them. Riding is the first heart-stopping activity (from Rhea's perspective), but Baelon beats him to it, so it's not even Daemon being reckless there. And he's definitely a baby-tosser, as he demonstrated with Rhaenyra.

I could see him thinking it's totally fine to give Jon his first knife at an absurd age, like, four. And Rhea has to confiscate it, reminding Daemon that he's a CHILD and he could accidentally cut himself or his brother!

Daemon's also close enough to his Flea Bottom days that he thinks it's perfectly safe to take two baby princes through the more dangerous parts of the city without a single household knight, because he has Dark Sister, they're fine. Baelon and Jaehaerys are both aghast at that one.

Ultimately, I'm guessing it's something fire-related that showcases their fireproofness while Rhea is all THAT DOES NOT EXCUSE YOUR CARELESSNESS YOU CANNOT ASSUME TODDLERS DO NOT BURN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[little-forest-goblin]

First impressions Pt.1

Regency!Five Hargreeves x Reader

Synopsis: In the regency era every woman wanted to marry a man that was wealthy and had good status. there was little time to get to know one another. But you Y/N L/N are the most reluctant to these whole marriage to random men you don’t fully know.

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Early morning

The sun came in through the cracks of the curtains covering the large window. The sun with its blinding rays laid upon your face encouraging you to wake from your comfortable sleep. You simply rolled over away from the blinding rays determined to get more sleep. You aren’t exactly a morning person as most people are but your mother had other planes for you. She came in with a smile and your sisters and brothers were already up bouncing around the house like flea’s on a mangy dog. “Y/N! wake up dear hurry! you must wake! you cant sleep all night and day, the ball is today you myst freshen up and be up and ready!” Your mother said this with excitement. Why you had to wake early to get ready for a ball that would be in late afternoon? you had no clue. Your father walked by the door and chuckled as one of your sisters ran on by and he looked into the room “Its best you listen to your mother, Y/N. You know how awfully excited she has been about this ball. It’s like she cant wait to marry you your siblings off.” your mother looked to him with a look of disbelief “Now George! I am not trying to rid of them i am simply trying to make sure her and her siblings land good wives and husbands so that they can live comfortably and happy! I just want whats best for them!” your father chuckled “I know darling but pushing them is only gonna make them push back harder. You oughta ease up a little bit. After all me and you were quite natural in our relationship” he smiled while taking her hand and pulling her closer and your fathers lips close to her cheek and jaw causing her to blush and giggled “Now George not in front of the kids!” Your father put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer “But darling how can i resist?” they giggled and laughed and whispered to each other. You groaned and put a pillow over your head. Though it wasn’t the issue of seeing her parents love each other it was just too damn early for this. Your mother and father where one of the lucky marriages that came about more naturally then most. They had actually fallen in love with each other before they had married and it carried on even into marriage and they still love each other though they had there differences at times. It was nice to see a true relationship that didn’t fall apart within a year because of affairs and unrequited love because they married within a month of knowing each other. You feared and dreaded that, being stuck in a marriage that yes you live comfortably but are lost on the idea of true love. it made you sick to your stomach thinking about it.

Sometime later you knew you had time before you went to the ball. the ball was in the afternoon around 9-10 pm so waking and getting ready so early seemed like a stupid idea. You threw on a regular dress and went downstairs to eat breakfast. You came down to see mother had prepared oatmeal and had canned fruits prepared already. You smiled and grabbed your bowl of oatmeal and topping it with canned fruit for flavor and went to the table and ate while you watched your siblings be all excited and giddy for the ball. You sort of envied them for being able to feel giddy and excited about finding a good suitor and to dance with the handsome men and woman and to not feel that ache of worry in your guts about who your’s shall be like. Will he be kind? will he be gone all the time? Will you even marry and stay a spinster? Who knows what the future holds and exactly not knowing was gonna eat you inside and out. Your father walked by but he stopped and looked back into the kitchen “Y/N?” he said softly and a little curiously. You looked to him when he called your name. He slowly walked in near where you sat at the table with your oatmeal “How come you’re not readying yourself with your siblings and just watching like you’re not going?” he said with curiosity and with a small tilt of his head. You looked away and at your bowl just picking at the oatmeal and pieces of your favorite canned fruit. “It’s too early to get ready. The ball is gonna start at 9-10…” Your voice trailed off a little as the ache of worry in your belly and heart thudded. Your father ever so perceptive noticed immediately that wasn’t just the case “Yes it is quite early, I told your mother that too but i have a feeling it isn’t just that thats got you in such a state.” he looked at you with soft eyes of concern watching you pick at your oatmeal “Tell me whats on that mind of yours?” You stayed silent for a minute before sighing “Im worried about my future husband. What if i end up with a man who wants nothing to do with me. What if he beats me or is away all the time? What if he doesn’t love me like you and mother love each other.” your father smiled softly and came closer pulling out a chair near you and sitting down “Oh my little treasure chest, i think you have nothing to worry about.” he took your hands in his looking you in the eye with that fatherly love. “How do you know father?” you said quietly. he smiled and held her hands in his his thumbs gently rubbing her knuckles “I may be no clairvoyant man and just an old fool but i know in my heart you will find the one for you. You mother may seem pushy when it comes to finding you a suitor but she just wants whats best and she would never EVER want you to stay with a man that would hurt you in anyway. In the end no matter what the world may say i want it to be your choice, okay?” you smiled softly and nodded he nodded “Thats my girl. Now finish up breakfast and get ready. Your mother will have a fit if she knows you aren’t ready.” he kissed your forehead and stood walking away you called after him “Buts its still to damned early!” he just chuckled ans walked away. Your father always knew how to make you feel better.

Later around 7pm in the afternoon you still hadn’t gotten ready. You had bathed but you couldn’t decided what to wear. You came into the room to find your Two sisters Trisha and Maggie and your brother Colin in the room. Trisha and Maggie were giggling and laughing and getting ready. Trisha came up next to Maggie grabbing her arm as they looked in the mirror. “Oh Maggie i’m so excited! There will be many handsome men for the taking~” Maggie laughed and shooed her away “You better keep your flirtations down a notch Trisha! We had to move last time because you got yourself in trouble messing with a few boys at a time!” Trisha rolled her eyes playfully as she went to the vanity putting her hair up “Oh but how could i choose? They were all so handsome and very rich too.” Maggie and Trisha laughed. You rolled your eyes playfully. you loved them but sometimes there priorities and stories where all over the place. You went and sat down on the edge of the bed watching for a few minutes until Maggie and Trisha saw and looked over Maggie was the first to speak up. “Y/N aren’t you going to get ready?” you nodded “Im just nervous about this. I don’t know if i wanna go.” Trisha gasped dramatically “Y/N L/N don’t you wanna find a nice man who will keep you in comfort for the rest of your days?” you sighed “Yes but what if i want real love?” Maggie came over and sat down on one side of you “Nobody ever said you couldn’t find love. There is plenty of men inside and outside the ball.” Trisha was the next to come over to sit next to you “Yeah! plenty of handsome men to drink and dance the night away with.” you sighed “I don’t know” Maggie sighed and took one of your hands closest to herself “You’ll meet a handsome man you will fall in love with and can keep you in comfort, dear sister of mine. You will be okay.” you looked at her and smiled softly “You think so?” she nodded “I know so.” Trisha picked up a hand fan from the bed side table and said “Plus…” Trisha opened the fan and pretended to be a flirty ball room guest “You might also meet a man who will lay you down and ravage you like a starved lover.” Maggie playfully shoved Trisha “Trisha!” you laughed at there antics Trisha laughed “What!? am i wrong though?” Maggie chuckled and looked back to you “So what do you say sister. Will you come?” you thought for a minute until Trisha spoke up “Please sister it wont be as fun without you” Colin ever the silent one finally spoke up “If you don’t go i wont go. Im not going without all my sisters present” Trisha and Maggie agreed with determined looks. you eventually smiled and sighed “Alright” they celebrated there triumph in changing your mind and took your hand practically dragging you to the wardrobe so they can pick a perfect dress for you.

After you and the family had gotten ready father had arranged a carriage. You where sat next to trisha and maggie and colin was sat next to mother and father. The clip clop of the horse’s hooves was heard on the pavement of the ground. The carriage shook a little as it moved over pebbles and ridges of cobblestone. Maggie and Trisha were whispering and giggling. Mother and father talking to each other more then likely reminiscing about the ball they went to when they where younger judging by there hands being intertwined. Colin was the one across from you. You were looking out the carriage window nervously with that ache of worry in your stomach. Colin noticed and looked to you “Are you alright?” you looked to Colin and decided to be honest “To be quite honest, no. Im afraid that if i do happen to find a suitor here at the ball that they will be…i dont know…” Colin interrupted “Horrible?” you wanted to argue horrible but it was true you were afraid of that. you nodded and Colin sighed. “There is nothing to worry about. You will find love the way mother and father did. You have nothing to worry about i assure you. I know father wont let anything bad happen to you and i certainly wont let you be hurt. Do i make myself clear?” you smiled softly and nodded. “Good. Now just try to relax and have fun, alright?” you sighed “Alright. alright i will try to have fun” Colin smiled “Promise?” you nodded “Promise.” Soon the carriage came to a stop. Mother smiled “Quick children out, out. We don’t wanna be late!” Father went out the carriage first as the carriage driver opened the door. First Maggie and Trisha then Colin came out and then you. You saw the large Hargreeves manor Reginald Hargreeves was hosting the ball at and was shocked the sheer amount of money this man had. You turned back to the carriage and saw your father taking mother’s hand helping her out the carriage and kissing her knuckles making her giggle and blush. You turned back to the Hargreeves manor and saw the door open and close as another family went in and saw a sliver of the dancing and commotion inside and heard the music being played. You took a breath in then out “Alright, here goes nothing.” You made your way to the manor doors.

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Hey guys i hope you really like this! this is only part one of First impressions and i really hope you like it so far. I will make a part two at some point here to please enjoy and i hope you guys are doing good bye! ❤️

[spirit-lanterns]

Firefly being a pathetic submissive, not knowing how to move her hips properly and being forced to top for the first time in her entire life is something that I dig. Picture this, bunny reader on their back on the poker table, sprawled like some offering, with their thighs spread open and in between them is Firefly that's completely fucked out of her mind, spite trickling down from the side of her mouth as she moved her body without a tempo. Her hands gripping the table so hard that her knuckles looked paper white while bunny!r clutched her wrist to ground themself, because even thought Firefly pulled too far and slipped accidentaly out from time to time, humping reader's clit feverishly and forcing bunny to guide her back into or changed the pace into some weird rhythm, her cock was delicious enough with its grith that it made reader not only see stars but birth of entire galaxy. Firefly rutting into bunny reader like some flea ridden mutt and reader enjoying every second of this as bunny's ankles were locked behind Firefly's hips, forcing her to push deeper.

The closer Firefly was getting to orgasm the more she whined into the reader's shoulder, her eyes prickling with tears that slowly started to shed out of overstimulation as her soft little cock was gripped in vice-like grip inside reader's folds, milking her dry.

As her cock started to twitch Firefly let go of her death grip that the table suffered of and clutched reader waist instead, pulling them closer to her pelvis and starts to grind her entire lenght into reader and making them squeal from the pain that dig into their's soft waist and force of Firefly's short thurst that punched the breath out of our bunny.

This insane pace went for a short while before Firefly came with a soft moan, her body tensing while not pulling out of reader. Burrowing even deeper into the inviting warmth and painting reader's walls white before collapsing on a equally spent reader that proceeds to just embrace Firefly and cuddle her head into their tits as Firefly refused to pull out, mumbling incoherently into reader skin.

Even thought Firefly doesn't gamble because she's too poor reader still treats her like a biggest V.I.P (outshining even biggest spender) and bunny's boss has nothing to say about this because reader pulls enough money in one day as half of his staff in two months so he can turn a blind eye for some stowaway fucking his prized employee in his casino from time to time (everyday after closing).

I got a little carried out... sorry :3c.

Hnnnnn poor pathetic top Firefly…my mouth is watering 🤤

If Firefly is on top, I imagine that Reader becomes more of a “power bottom” because who’s gonna direct Firefly to do all the moves that Reader likes? Firefly is a pretty submissive woman herself, so to have her on top is such a new experience for her in the first place. Luckily Bunny Reader is there to guide her though, cuz Firefly would be thrusting at a sloppy pace whilst almost slipping out every time with how messy she is…

It’s okay though, Reader finds that absolutely adorable. Her weakness is cute, innocent girls who don’t really know what they’re doing, so to have Firefly thrusting sloppily into her, drooling, whining, practically an amateur at sex, is just really turning on Reader to the max. She’s so in love, tail waggling like crazy as she clings to Firefly’s body and bounces with each rugged thrust. Firefly’s size is nothing to be “impressed” by, but god does Firefly’s entire being make up for it. Shes so cute, Reader doesn’t care if her cock doesn’t make it all the way in. Firefly is so cute, she could cum from just watching her moan on top of her 💕

[kristenwell]

(Not) Jealous - Leo Valdez x Reader

(Okay so I've had this idea for a while and I thought it was cute but it's my first fanfic so it's probably cringe 💀 Also : g/p = godly parent)

Leo glared and huffed in annoyance. He was sitting on a bench near the docks, observing a certain person.

This particular habit of his s/o was starting to get on his nerves.

It’s been a few days since they found a stray cat near the camp and since they’ve started to neglect him.

The demigod in question kept on cuddling the small calico in content. Few kisses on its little head here and there along with careful hugs.

The son of Hephaestus had hard time admitting to his jealousy.

„You’re gonna burn a hole in their head if you keep staring like that.“ The voice next to him spoke, slightly amused by his behavior.

„Maybe it’ll finally take their attention away from that stupid cat.“ Leo grumbled. He didn’t even need to look at the person speaking to know it’s Jason, and he knew he came to tease him.

The blond boy chuckled. He sat on the bench next to his curly haired friend as he kept his eyes on y/n.

„Maybe you should join them,“ Jason suggested: „and show that you’re interested instead of sulking here like a little kid.“

Leo huffed and ran his hand through his dark curls. The gentle wind doing little to no help with cooling down his red face.

„You don’t get it, they haven’t given me their full attention for like whole two days, how am I supposed to survive?“ He whined dramatically.

Jason’s eye caught a figure approaching the two boys.

„Here they come. Good luck, dude.“ The taller male gave Leo a reassuring pat on his shoulder before scurrying Zeus knows where.

The sight of wind blowing in their hair, sun kissing their skin as they walked in his direction made his heart pound loudly against his chest. Leo could feel himself melting, he was whipped.

„Hey, fire boy.“  Badump. Normally if anyone else were to call him that he’d hate it. But  Y/N was an exception.

The child of g/p sat in Jason’s previous spot next to Leo. They still held the tri-color cat in their arms.

Before the shorter male should utter a word his s/o beat him to it.

„So what’s got you so down? Usually you’d be all over me in a second.“  That sentence alone made Leo straighten his back and snap his head in their direction.

„Why don’t you ask that stupid animal since you’ve been spending SO much time together.“ Irritation was evident in his voice as he kicked the poor ground.

„Cookie is not stupid, she is one of the smartest cats I’ve seen. Aren’t you, sweetie?“ They cooed at at the tiny creature in their arms before the realization hit.  „Love, don’t tell me that THE Super Sized Mcshizzle is jealous.“ A smirk made its way on their face.

A red hue spread across the male’s face as he looked away.

„Of course not, look who you’re talking to. I’m the bad boy supreme, “ He stammered.“I’m just suggesting that you should spend more time with your boyfriend than that stray that probably has fleas.“

Y/N covered the Cookie’s ears and started at their lover in disbelief.

„Don’t treat her like some sort of animal.“ The look that he shot them spoke for itself.

A short silence left them both looking into each other’s eyes. Y/N was the first one to break it.

„I’m sorry if it seemed like ignored you, it wasn’t my intention.“ They gently took his hand into theirs as they looked for a sign of uncomfortableness in his face.

„I’m sorry too, for lashing out at you. It wasn’t cool of me.“

His s/o shook their head and slid closer to him. „So, we’re good?“

„Yep, we’re good.“ He smiled and kissed them gently on their lips.

„Since we’ve established things I need to do one last thing,“ Y/N grinned and quickly placed the relaxed cat in their boyfriend’s arms. „hold her for a while.“

Leo sent a puzzled look his lover’s way as they pulled out a camera and aimed it at him.

„What? She needs a father as well.“  They giggled and snapped a few photos.

„Gotta have something for the family album.“

[howtotrainabraincell]

Head cannon bc I can - The Assassin's belief in spooky stuff

A/N: In 3-month pre-honor of Spooky time (which is the best time) I'm gonna write a drabble about how I think certain assassin's would react to spooky stuff like ghosts, wendigos, vampires, etc. Thought it would be funny.

Ezio Auditore - He grew up religious so probably has that faith over fear mindset despite what he believes later on in life through being an assassin/meeting the garden tool known as juno (who doesn't get her name capitalized bc I don't like her lol). I mean exhibit A: This Florentine man just jumps off of a very high building and nails a superhero landing. The FAITH that this man had in his KNEECAPS to NOT SHATTER over the FEAR of his (very nice) legs snapping in half like pocky sticks. I mean COME.ONNNN. WILL LEGIT PERFORM AN EXORCISM IF HE GETS SPOOKED. He'll speak in Latin reciting Bible verses, he'll bust out the Holy Water and get the rosary, the whole shebang. He thinks that vampires are lowkey cheesy but is flattered when people think that he's one (because of the sexy factor around the bloodsuckers ya know) because they think he's HAWT. Wendigos freak him out because WHY DO THEY MOVE SO FAST?! He also does NOT mess with ouija boards and refuses to even be in the same room as one, cause the man's not trying to have the dang spirits of the borgias come after him again (cesare was annoying enough the first time, okay?). Werewolves? He's indifferent to. He likes dogs, he likes people (MOST of them), so long they don't bite him (too hard *wink wink*) that's all he cares about.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - Vampires? Meh. They better stay away from him and his love or they'll get a fang omelet. Werewolves? So long as they don't have fleas or parasites, he doesn't see them as a problem. Altair does NOT believe in ghosts, and he is NOT amused when the others try to scare him and make him paranoid of the "other side" ooooo. He thinks it's all bullshlatta haha. However, when he's been smoking hashish...it's a different story. This cannabis product has a THC concentration of 5-15% so man is getting into the kite territory lol. He WILL get paranoid, and he WILL think that ghosts are on the front lawn PARTICULARLY the ghosts of French and English soldiers that he's fought. Will go get his love if she's there and pull her into his lap muttering in Arabic about "Stupid ghosts of the fallen. Not touching my woman." He'll beat Jacob's ass for moving the ouija board around and scaring the others but mostly because he didn't see Jacob, he just saw a big black blob coming at him and swung. He will also once again beat Jacob's ass for trying to scare him while pretending to be a ghost wrapped up in a bedsheet. Just picture him trying to strangle the poor top hat wearing British boy while Desmond and Evie try to talk him down and Altair's love gently tries to pry him off.

Love: (laughing softly as she pulls at his arms) Altair Habibi don't hurt him it was just a prank.

Altair: (yelling in Arabic) He's a ghost! I don't need any more of them in my life!

Desmond: Guys come on don't fight again.

Evie: (trying not to laugh) Uhh Mentor if you could kindly not strangle my dear brother to death, I would be grateful.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - Being Native American he has been privy to myths and legends of mysterious beasts and malevolent spirits. The one that freaked him out the most as a little boy however was the myth about the wendigo. A myth that one if his tribe's elders had picked up from an Algonquian traveler passing through Boston. An insatiable beast created from humans and the hunger felt by them in desperate times with little to no food. He has heard multiple legends ranging from the spirit possessing those who are without food and influencing them to consume their fellow humans in cannibalistic practices, to the wendigo being a demon that possesses people for unknown reasons. How the beast is allegedly 15 feet tall, can wind walk, is extremely intelligent, and stores it's victims for food storage eating them at its leisure. But imo he's not afraid of them because think about. Connor vs a wendigo? I feel sorry for that wendigo lol. Man has fought bears, cougars, mountain lions, defied gravity, taken on an entire army and held up the middle finger to cannonballs meant to send him to his Maker. Requiescat In Pace to that wendigo haha. Vampires are lame to him he does not see the appeal, but he does find their teeth funny. (He has been exposed to a wide variety of different teeth via animals that he's hunted, but creatures that look human who have teeth like animals is funny to him).

Jacob Frye - Tell.me.WHY I just KNOW that Jacob would so totally take out the ouija board and put it in random places to scare the others lol. This would lead to Evie playing detective and staying up all night to find out what was going on, only to find that her baby brother is trolling everyone. Needless to say, Jacob's ears get boxed. He likes to play around and goof off about ghosts lurking about, but being serious he does not believe in them. Nor does he believe in contact with those who are passed on. He thinks that a place can carry bad things that have happened there, and the aura can be off, he believes the same with people as well. He could sense Starrick's craziness all the way in Crawley... It goes without saying that Jacob DEFINITELY believes in mental illness. He'd probably try to fight a werewolf to test his strength. And a vampire too. Would also probably carry treats for werewolves if he knew any and give it to them in their wolf form lol. Once the fight commences (and his inevitable loss follows) Jacob would ABSOLUTELY try to recruit them into the Rooks. He could use as many members as possible to say nothing of those with supernatural abilities. Would TOTALLY flip his flat cap over a vampire's ability to heal quickly. Like he would pull his signature Frye arm break and the vampire's arm would just *pop!* right back into place. He would lowkey be jealous because if he could do that think about how many fights he could win!

Evie Frye - DEFINITELY think that she would wonder if vampires were out there and she would be SO EXCITED if she met one. She would want to pick their brain about their experiences and hear the stories of however many lifetimes they have lived. In the game she is somewhat interested in the other side and the occult so she might dip her toes into the crystal ball and ouija board territory. She does it maybe once or twice and then quite because she doesn't get results from it (plus Jacob won't stop playing with the planchette piece using it as a monocle). She didn't like the ouija board because the rules of "Don't play alone" both annoyed her and made her weary. She would rather play alone due to the nature of serious questions she would ask about the afterlife (I honestly kinda think that she might try to make contact with her father through the ouija board but would be deterred when she heard that it could possibly be demons instead of her loved one). She's not really superstitious but she does take rules (within reason) seriously (and she tries not to break them if Jacob can behave himself lol). She has contacts everywhere and then some so hearing things through the grapevine she eventually hears the good old "things can get attached to you and follow you around" when messing around with supernatural things. This made her completely drop contacting the other side because this poor woman is already harassed by and followed by Blighters and Templars 24/7 365, okay? She doesn't need any ghosties or demons following her too. She finds the concept of the wendigo fascinating but has no plans to hunt one (unlike Jacob). The idea of werewolves makes her cringe because while she likes dogs the hearsay about werewolves having painful bone breaking transitions from human to wolf, disturbs her and fills her with sympathy for anyone who is one.

Arno Dorian - Ghosts? What ghosts? You mean the ones that haunt him on a daily basis? The ones that haunt him in his dreams? The ghosts of choices he didn't make, mistakes he made and regrets he has? Arno isn't afraid of ghosts. Not at all. Is interested in the anatomy of werewolves but is concerned about if they have parasites and fleas. (It is my own personal cannon that after the events of Unity a stray cat started harassing him like "Hey drunk sad human feed me". Eventually this led to Arno adopting the little furball). He thinks that wendigos are nothing special because they just remind him of customers at the Cafe Theatre hopped up on caffeine, he just stands there and is like "Madame/Monsieur calme-toi. Vous faites une scene." (Calm down. You're making a scene.) Doesn't put much stock in mummies but he is fascinated by the history of Ancient Egypt and their burial practices, he admires how so much care was put into their final goodbyes. People do in fact think that he is a vampire because look at him...I'll wait...enough said. He has the timeless sexiness of a vampire not to mention it just...suits him? He finds it amusing nonetheless and is actually flattered to be considered a "seductive master of the night". Werewolves he would just give them treats from the Cafe in hopes that they wouldn't bite him (Mademoiselle Whiskers - his cannon kitty - love bites him enough lol).

Bayek of Siwa - Somewhat accustomed to ghosts actually seeing as he is well acquainted with the Duat and members of the dead. He does take them there and deliver them to Anubis after all. Not afraid of them but does not want them to invade his personal life especially if they're the ghosts of the members of the order. (Man fought so hard to kill them all and then he might have to deal with them haunting him? No thank you. He's had enough.) CAN and WILL knock a vampires fangs out of their head if one ever tried to bite him because one: RUDE and two: he's not trying to catch immortality. He wants to go to the afterlife one day and I think we all know why. But besides that, he also has almost been bitten on numerous occasions by snakes, hippos, crocodiles, and even hyenas. Senu has NEVER bitten him (I refuse to believe that she even gives him love bites just lots of wing hugs, beak nuzzles, and she sees him as the sweet baby that he is so she cleans him like one lol). He gets a kick out of hollywood mummies and actually likes Boris Karloff in The Mummy, but all of the powers and curses and people being terrified of a dead body wrapped in linen strips gives him a little chuckle. He finds it quite silly to be honest. This man sees werewolves as big dogs and would probably befriend all of them because he seems like EXACTLY the type of man who has THE GIFT (aka the talent to befriend all animals). Man is a certified Egyptian Disney princess that Disney has denied us.

Desmond Miles - Man LOVES 80's horror change my mind but he does. That and 80's music so I'm not convinced that he'll scare easy. Not to mention the kind of life he lives as an assassin being in constant danger and living in paranoia with a lovely sauce of constantly looking over his shoulder (this poor baby I swear). Werewolves are cool to him because he loves dogs. Have a feeling that when Halloween rolls around, he busts out the old classics such as The Wolf Man with Lon Chaney (The Birds, Dracula, Abbott and Costello, etc). Vampires are cheesy but don't you DARE tell me that this man has not attempted to do the Dracula accent because he HAS. He's probably even binged vampire diaries (well what he could before ubisoft pulled a bitch move) and it's possible that he's even dressed up as a vampire too lol. His girlfriend lost her mind when he tried to kiss her with fake fangs in but they fell off making him a one toothed vampire lol. Ghosts aren't scary too him at all I mean...have you seen what he went through with the Bleeding Effect? Ain't no way he's phased by ANY kind of ghost that tries to do a little spooky brew haha to him. He'll just stand there exhausted with a cup of coffee as one tries to scare him and be like: "Great. What else is new?" Depending on which ancestor of his he's bleeding through the Bleeding Effect his reactions are a mixture of his own Desmond reaction and whoever he's bleeding.

[prism-empurress]

hear me out. ISAT fam + Loop washing a litter of foster kittens. Mirabelle; -comments on their markings and attitudes they may have, sings a bathtime song to help calm the little wigglers down...it doesn't work. -apologizes PROFUSELY for giving every kitten a flea bath + combing through their fur. "I'm sorry little ones! I promise you'll feel better!" -if there's a runaway flea on the ground or the tub she SMASHES it without a second thought. ALL PARASITES MUST DIE. In a cute way~ Bonnie; -keeps giving the kittens bubble beards and hats -VERY THOROUGH COMBING, combs through each kitten at least twice, while washing the comb(s) after each kitten has used it. -makes up names and stories for each kitten. "this one's always stealing snacks from the others, so his name is Bandit. That one is a lover not a fighter, so their name is Cupid." Isabeau; -his hands are big enough for TWO 3-week old kittens each, but he doesn't want to accidentally squish them so he dries off ONE kitten at a time with a fluffy towel...and makes them all have mohawks. -"I'm gonna teach this gang so many cool tricks like skateboarding, jumping through hoops, and how to attack on command." -is 100% going to make clothes for the kittens, like hats and lil suits and dresses. but the clothes are only on for a minute at a time. he makes collars, too, to tell each kitten apart.

Odile; -"ah yes, this one is ready for it's photo shoot." -blow dries and brushes each kitten, while telling all of them how pretty they are, and don't they feel better after being tormented by being WASHED?

-she bottle feeds them too! Siffrin; -makes a nest using his CLOAK plus a few blankets here and there, and lays down in the nest WITH THE KITTENS ON HIM so he's sharing his body heat. I don't know if...crafted incubators can exist? Siffrin the kitten warmer. -"please stop chewing on my face, can you chew on your siblings instead?" -refuses to budge from the nest. "leave me alone, I'm the kitten lord. these are my minions" Loop; -PLUCKS SIFFRIN FROM THE NEST, AND GETS IN THEIR SPOT. -they can probably generate better heat than Siffrin can??

-"I'm the best cuddler, look, the kittens love me. I'm warm, I smell nice, also I don't need to charge!"

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

Flufftober Day 1. Lost Pet Meet Cute

"Oh, hello!"

Michael's happy greeting made Gerry turn back in confusion, since it didn't seem to be directed at him. It wasn't, obviously, since Michael's attention was firmly on the cat that was standing on the bin next to him, meowing incessantly at him. Michael, of course, was already smitten, cooing and petting over the cat's back as they arched up into his hand. Gerry could hear it purring as he retraced his steps, back to Michael's side.

"We can't get distracted, love," he urged, but it was half-hearted at best. Michael was already distracted, and who was he to part the pair? The cat was desperate for attention, eyes closed in bliss as Michael scratched the base of her tail. The patches of white, orange and black of her fur were a bit dingy, and while she wasn't very thin, she had the look of a creature who hadn't been eating well. There was no collar around her neck. "Fuck," Gerry sighed, reaching out as well, letting the cat sniff his fingers before going in to scratch under her chin. "You're not gonna be able to walk away from her, are you?"

"Look at her!" Michael said plaintively, scooping the feline into his arms. His eyes were wide and pleading, gazing at Gerry with aching want. "She might be lost, or abandoned. We can't leave her!"

The thing was, they really could. Gerry knew they should, since they were supposed to be doing some basic reconnaissance on a base for the Lightless Flame, and there was no way to bring a cat along. But there also was no way for him to insist Michael leave the stray behind. She was already looking so comfortable and relaxed in Michael's arms, purring up a storm and leaning into his embrace. Only some sort of heartless bastard could look into Michael's pleading eyes and say no to him.

And Gerry didn't really want to leave her behind, either. 

"She better not have fleas," Gerry told him, still scratching behind the cat's ears. Her bright green eyes scrunched nearly closed as she leaned into his fingers. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Gerry directed at her, quietly loving the increased frequency of purrs. "You're gonna spoil her so bad."

"Oh, I'm going to spoil her?" Michael asked jokingly. "You didn't even try to argue, I didn't even have to ask if we could keep her!" He giggled when Gerry shot him a look, trying to pull back some of his usual demeanor. It was no use‒ Michael knew him too well, and just smiled knowingly at him before looking away shyly. "I‒ I have been wanting to ask if we could get a cat for a while, but I wasn't sure if you'd want one too…"

"I think she'll be a good fit," Gerry assured him. Caring for a cat was a big responsibility, but one that he was willing to take on in their lives. A fluffy little cherry on top of their relationship. They could use a piece of normalcy like her, something to remind them that there was a world outside of the supernatural bullshit, and that not everything was terrible. A reminder that sometimes things could be soft, and lovely, and capable of purring with happiness. 

Michael beamed at him, gently hugging the cat in his arms, and Gerry knew that he absolutely, positively agreed.

[kaylatoonz]

Movie Amy Rose 06

Context:

What if Amy gets introduced through the sonic 06 plot line kinda…

I don’t really remember much from the 06 plot so to save me the headache and to keep this short (hopefully) I’ll highlight some things I would add to a loose adaptation of 06.

Two parter- I may not remember everything from sonic 06 but I do know there was a lot going on so yeah they’re gonna need this movie to be at least two parts

Elise and Amy from another world/planet- so for this story Amy would be Elise's adopted sister. Shortly after the flames of disaster were sealed within Elise, her kingdom had some concerns on how to keep the young princess happy to prevent the destruction that would awake from her tears. Those worries come to an end when a neighboring kingdom presents a pink hedgehog for the princess to keep as a pet. Elise was appalled by the idea, dismissing it entirely, stating that the pink hedgehog will be her little sister instead. Since then pink hedgehog, Amy Rose lives with the princess doing her best to keep Elise happy despite disagreeing with Elise not being allowed to cry. Things are going well with the two sisters until the kingdom is attacked by a known entity that’s after Princess Elise. Having no choice, but to flea the princess and Amy escape to earth to find help and refuge.

Sliver is a time traveler that was tip off by mephiles to hunt down sonic to save his future

No blaze… maybe- depending on if blaze is introduced before or after this story.

Amy is the one to challenge silver ideas- basically those scenes with Silver and Amy bonding and her defending Sonic when silver attacks him. Have Silver question if sonic is the trigger and if it is right to kill one innocent person to save the world.

Time travel shenanigans with silver and shadow

Shadow’s story (plus team dark maybe)

Sonamy no Sonic x Elise- I think everyone can agree that Sonic x Elise was weird and it most definitely be even weirder in live action. So let Elise be Amy’s wing girl while Sonic and Elise are just besties.

Amy is Sonic and Elise therapy hedgehog- Amy would definitely not approve of Sonic and Elise bottling up their negative emotions( even if Elise has a good reason for it) so she would try to help with that.

Amy takes the hit from mephiles instead of Sonic- Amy’s “death” triggers both Elise and Sonic. Elise tears release the flame of disaster while sonic rage and sorrow poisons the chaos emeralds (and himself) with dark energy. This is what mephiles need for his plans. (Don’t worry Amy is saved by the power of sisterly love instead of romantic love and the chaos emeralds).

Maybe super Amy alongside super sonic, shadow, and silver- I know it might be too much to ask but a girl can dream😭

Time reset- Although I hate time reset endings (especially after the troll hunter movie😡) I think it would be neat if they pull a “your name” ending between Sonic and Amy. Despite not remembering each other they find their way back to each other again. And maybe Elise and Amy could have a bittersweet goodbye with the time reset erasing their meeting too.

[katieaki]

My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! There is a summary of the first part, here, the second part, here, and the third part, here. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also now a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

Read the update for free on my patreon & vote on what happens next! Excerpt below the cut.

“Holliday! Gal! Open your eyes, dumbshit! No she ain’t! The jig is up! You think she was sending you letters from out here? How? You seen a Pony Express in the last three weeks? You seen a living soul in the last three weeks? How did you think this was working? She was just walking the letters into town?”

“Lou–” Holliday tried to cut in, but Lou ignored her and kept talking. 

“Then why wouldn’t she have come seen you if she loves you so damn much? She was lying to you! She was lying to you! Them letters, all them pearls, they was just scavenged ones coming from Fountain Springs or Flea Trap or what have you and you were so desperate for somebody that might stoop to tolerate your wretched ass that you believed her! I know you ain’t stupid with all your fancy words and shit, but fuck me, you’re dumb! Dumb and so selfish you’re willing to let two random people— people who never did nothing but try to help you— die for nothing,” Lou said. 

Holliday looked back at her with her lips white from how hard she was pressing them together. Her hands were folded neatly, one over the other, held primly in front of her. Lou wanted to spit on the ground at her feet but her mouth was too dry. 

“What’s it matter if I die, anyway, right? I’m just some yokel. You seen that I have nobody. That I’m nothing to nobody. Nobody in Hereafter gives a rat’s ass if I make it back. You just needed some patsy you could use up to get you there. Some little pissant who was already sucking hind tit. Who cares what happens to her on the way back? And you’re right. It’s true. Nobody’ll miss me when I die out here in the wastes. But what you didn’t account for is that you’re dying out here with me because none of that was fucking real. We’re all out here dying because a couple of goddamn liars got carried away lying to one another.”

“Are you finished?” Holliday asked, infuriatingly calmly. She looked down her nose and through her eyelashes at Lou and Lou wasn’t sure if this was more of her weird, practiced frigidity, or if she really felt unshakably justified.

“It’s a shame you’re never gonna meet this gal, because you two really deserve each other,” Lou said. “Match made in heaven.”

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Ghost Of Men: Call Of Duty Fanfic Prequel Part 1

Simon 'Ghost' Riley XOCWife

Trigger Warning: War, Violence, PTSD, Mention Child Abuse, Anxiety.

Okay is the prequels for my DadGhost Story. Want to give a big thank you the love that I got from my first story, and made me want to work more this since I love writing for Ghost.

So Thank taking the time to read this and enjoy.

8 months ago... The morning winter rain was coming down very hard this as Simon was getting ready to go to the base, he hand on a black shirt, and green army pasts, he was putting his Ghost mask, and walked out the master bedroom. He walked the stairs, turn a right, and walked down a longer hallway where the living was. It was larger room, with wooden flooring and dark green wallpaper. It had a large glass sliding door that looked out the back yard, the black curtains were covering the door. In the middle of the floor was a large dark green rug, and pretty old cozy black couch, with red pillows on the side and large Tv that was on the wall, the tv was on playing some calming lofi music, and there was dark oak coffee table. On the couch at Ellie, wearing light blue flea PJ's with Pokemon characters on them, and oversize long black sleeve shirt that was to big for her. Ghost stood there in the door way, watching as Ellie was reading a book about baby care and motherhood. He leans against the door frame watching her. It had been about a few months since the two both found they both were going parents, how they found wasn't the best way to find out. That mission nearly went south, Ellie was only shot in the right shoulder and she and the rest the rest the squad made out alive, however Ghost couldn't help but think about how could have been worse. So much worse. The idea of something worse happening made his heart stop, since that day Ellie had been honorably discharge Ghost and Simon made their mission too keep her safe. More than ever. Right now all that mattered to him was the family he was about to have. Ellie noticed that Ghost was standing in the door and she looked up from her book. "Morning, Simon." "Mornin, Ellie." Ghost said, giving a sweet soft expression. "How ya feelin'? Still feelin' ill?" "N-No... I'm feeling a lot better." she said, putting the book and onto the coffee table, and getting to her feet. Ghost took a few steps closer to her looking down at with a soft warmth, then looking down at Ellie's baby bump showing from under the oversize shirt. It was amazing sight to behold. Ghost gently places both his hands on Ellie's belly and rubbing his thumps. "And how is our lit' dove doin'?" "She's good." said Ellie placing a hand on her belly. "She's making mommy eat things that I think is pretty much humanly impossible." Ghost laughs a little. "Haha. I know." He kneels own eye with the baby bump. "Ya makin' mummy eat all kinds of odd foods?" He rested his forehead against Ellie's belly. "Such a funny lit' thing you are, eh?" He said, sweetly. "Alrigh', darlin'. Daddy's gotta to work today. But don't you worry, I'll be home later in the evenin'. So ya be a good girl for mummy, yeah?" He gives the baby bump a kiss. His smile slowly fades a little then looked up at Ellie. "I-I'm gonna be gone all day." "Yeah. I know." Ellie said. Ghost lets out a deep sigh has to he stood up. Ellie could tell by his eyes he didn't want to leave her alone. She moved closer to him and wraps her arms around his his middle, giving him that smile that he adored to death. "Don't worry, Simon. I'll be fine." 'Ya sure? You've been having bad morning sickness and headaches for the past few days. I'm sure Price and the rest the lads would understand if I don't show today." Ellie nod. "Yes. Besides you really can't take off that. Captain said he needs you. Along Gaz and Soap." said Ellie. There was long pause and in annoyed tone. "Fuckin' hell." He paused again and groans. “…I know Price needs me there, Luv. B-But... I'm not keen on living you here on your own." "It's fine." said Ellie, with reassuring smile. "I'm not going away, I got all the foods and snakes I need right here, and you'll be back this evening. And baby and me be waiting right here. So don't worry." Her light gray eyes looked in dark brown eyes. Ghost lets out small chuckles and lifts up his mask, and he smiles down at her. "Alright." And the two shared a sweet kiss.

After a few moments Ghost had on all things that he needed for the meeting and for the rest the door. He was in the kitchen with the electric kettle on, and was waiting for the water boil. As he stood there he slowly reached into his uniform breast packet and pulled out an ultrasound picture of the baby. He stared it for a moment lost in his in own thoughts. He smile as he looked at, but all can feel some anxiety.

He took a deep breath as he tried placed pucture back into his breast packet, just as the door bell started to to ringing. As as he heard it, Ghost then reach for his phone that was in packet and checked the ring door camera, and there standing there was Johnny Soap MacTavish, wearing a dark green rain couch with the hood up. Then Ellie's voice could heard call out. "Be right there, Soap." Ellie rushed over to the front door and open it and smile. "Hey there. Come in." Johnny smiled back as he walked into the parlor closed the front door behind. "Ahh, thank ya, lass." Johnny ask. "Unsgeachadh mar ifrnn." Ellie blinks and said: "... What?" "I said it was rainin' like 'ell." said Johnny, with laugh. "Anyway good to see ya, Ellie." said Johnny holding out his arms and he and Ellie shared hugged. "How ya feelin'? Any better?" "Much better." she said, hugging him back then pulling away a bit. "It's been rough few days. Had an awful headache the last days and morning sickness didn't help at all." "Oh. Sounds like rough." said Johnny, with a sympathetic look. "I remember meh old sister went through same thing when she was pregnan' with meh nephew. Poor lass had the worse 'eadaches she ever 'ad, said it was the one the worse part being pregnan'." Ellie blinks her face went a little pale, and Johnny changes the subjects when he say the look on her face. "B-But she's healthy and so is my nephew. Heh. Anyway, where's L.T.?" "He's in the kitchen making his tea." said Ellie. Johnny rolls his eyes. "Fuckin' Brits..." "Language, Sergeant." said Ghost's voice from the hallway. "There's a child in the room with ya. SO WATCH IT." Both Johnny and Ellie look down at the hallway and each other. "Um... Would you like a coffee, Soap?" Ellie asked. "No thanks, we gotta get wee a bit of a move on." said Johnny. The two chatted for a few minutes as Ghost from the hallway with a black coffee thermos in his right hand. "Sorry, Johnny, if I kept ya waitin'." "No problem, Pa." said Johnny, with grin on his face. Ghost gave him a look, and Ellie was puts both her hands over her month as she was shaking with laughter. Ghost moves his gaze too her, and saw her cheeks puffy and was still giggling. "... Fuckin' hell..."said Ghost. "Ahah. Simon, language." said Johnny, with grin, making Ellie laugh harder. Ghost then lets out a small, too. After that Ghost put on his boots he grabs his backpack and his thermos of tea. Ghost stood up and saw Johnny and Ellie hugging each other goodbye. "It's always great to see, Soap." she said.

"Aye." said Johnny, with smile taking her hands into his. "Miss havin' yea 'round the base, Ellie. And if ya need anthin' ol' uncle Johnny and Kyle will be there." "Aww, that's sooo... sweet..." Ellie said, in shaking voice and began sobbing slightly. "You have no idea how much that mean to me...! Y-You guys so sweeeet~!" Johnny stood there blinking awkwardly looking over Ghost who came walking over and pat Ellie on the back. "There, there, Luv." She turn to him and hugs, sobbing into his chest. "... I-I.. Um... Is she gon--." Johnny began. "Yeah. Don't worry. Meet you in the car. "Sure... See ya later." "B-Bye... Soap." said Ellie, with sweet smile eyes puffy. Johnny nods gives Ellie one last smile before pulling up his hood over head and walking out the door, closing being him. Ghost stared at the door, then at Ellie, who was calm and said: "S-Sorry..." "S'right." He amused, the two gave each a goodbye kiss, the picked up his bag and placing it over his bag. "R-Righ'... Should get going then, eh?" Ellie nods. "Have a good day, babe." He hums. "... I'll try to get home as soon as I can.” "Take your time." He hums again stood there looking at her for a few moments. "... Remember, if ya need anything jus'---." "Let you know though phone or texts. And I will. Don't worry." He hums again paused and then said: “O-Okay...Love ya, Dove." he said. "I know, Simon. And love you, too." Ghost looks at her then began slowly walking over to the door and opening it and looks back at Ellie. "Ya sure you'll be grand without for a while?" "Yes. Simon, don't worry about me. I'm going fine. I promise." Ellie gave a smile. "Now don't keep Soap waiting." "Ghost nods and then walks out the door looks at Ellie one last time before slowly shutting tightly and locking it behind him. Ellie stood there letting a sigh and her smiled fading a little. "Well, he's gone for the day." She thought to herself. "I really do feel bad for making him fussing over me for the past fews. But hopefully spending time with the guys will help relax a little." She then pats her belly and said: "... Well, kiddo how about we get something to eat and watch some hunterxhunter the day?" She rubs her baby bump and began making her to the kitchen. Then her phone started vibrating in her pj's packet and Ellie reach for and pulled it out. (Text From CoolSkullMan) just in case you need too reach me, here's Price, Luka, Kyle Johnny and Becca's numbers* And it was all the contacts that they both new. (Sends Text To Coolskullman) *Okay* *have a good day.* Ellie shakes her head. "Poor guy really worries too..." And she walked too the kitchen.