#since my dog has been sick and i worked little and in a state of great exhaustion the whole time i had forgotten to upload it to GitHub fo

[coffeeworldsasaki]

Well I wanted to take a break on bg3 until they got a patch out to be a bit safer but I had a fucking nightmare day so fuck it, hopefully nothing will break but I'm going to play because I need to relax

[londonfog-chan]

Emperor Caracalla x Reader: Asklēpiós

A/N: I promised one day I would write for my precious little lad. Now that day has come.

Also, if you’re not nearsighted and legally blind without glasses like me, you are now. Congrats.

Warnings: mentions of abuse and neglect, prostitution, STD/STI mention, Female Reader

Credits: dividers by @strangergraphics

“Come now, Agapi, won’t you be agreeable?”

Caracalla’s lips pressed tightly together into a thin line. Head turned to the side in defiance.

Slender fingers tapped against his pock-marked cheek— a gentle coax to open that pretty mouth of his. But as usual, he scrunched his aquiline nose and shook his head in vehement protest. Night time was a gamble with Caracalla. One never knew what version of him they would get. Would you have the monster with enough physical strength to turn over a lectus with someone laying upon it? Or would you have the sniveling, crying angel, who buried his face in your breast and begged for affection.

“You promised, Agapi.” you said, running a finger along the length of his nose bridge, “You said you would take your chinaroot for me.”

“The horse piss herb?!” He whined, swatting your hand away, “I don’t want it!”

“You did promise me you would take it as I asked.” You said, using your calloused fingers to brush his strawberry blonde bangs from his forehead, “Or did you lie to me, Agapi? Me, of all people.”

Pink lips pouted in quiet contemplation. You could see the conflict in his slate blue eyes. Below the surface of his pink cheeked charm, a feverish, maddened mind was working to determine whether or not to deny, lash out, or seek forgiveness. Treading carefully when it came to your emotions, you knew he was warring with his own impulse.

Since his affliction, the other concubines of the realm refused to lie with Imperator Geta’s brother or even go near him at all. Not since they had given you to him had anyone bothered of late to reciprocate his touch. The isolation was fraying his nerves. He became moody, volatile. Constantly lashing out when he called out for pleasure, and only got you instead.

“I want pleasure! Not this piglet!” Caracalla screamed that first night.

You were frozen under Geta’s clutching of your shoulders, and gasped softly as you were pushed forward into Caracalla’s furry chest.

“You’d infect our courtesans with your disease, take what I give you and be grateful for that at all!” Geta had growled back, a cupful of wine to the face enough to silence his brother as the both of you were drenched in sanguine liquid.

You were not stupid enough to question your place. They gave you to Caracalla as a joke. Lesser goods for the lesser brother. You were not comely and lithe like the others. Admittedly you were rather plain, a Hellene from Chora who had been treating the infected in the concubine’s quarters. More of a servant’s apprentice than a vessel for the imperator’s bastards, and for a time you preferred things as they were. Treating the sick. Nursing them to health. It was a peaceful existence.

Not even the praetorian guard dogs wanted to touch you. Another aspect of the general disinterest was the semi state of blindness you lived in. It got steadily worse from childhood until now, when you could not perceive eight paces before you, without the world dissolving into an unfocused blur. Everyone either pitied or despised you, believing that your affliction was something to be controlled. You made your peace with it a long time ago, just as you made your peace with being Caracalla’s pleasure dregs.

“… As you wish, give me your piss herb.” He finally acquiesced, lower lip stuck out in a pout.

“Thank you, Agapi.”

But unlike the others who fled from his touch, you were gentle with Caracalla, and you would continue to be. The coldness of his stormy blue eyes softened and became ensconced by pupils dilated in affection, his cheeks a blushing rose pink as you held out a bronze cup steeped with the juices of a dried rhizome.

Even in his feverish state, he could tell the difference in care. You treated him with tenderness. Not like he was an invalid, but more with affection and respect as a spouse would for an ailing husband. You kept his cubiculum tidy. Carefully selected his ensembles of jewelry and silks for the servants to dress him. Every other day you bathed him in milk, scouring his body with a pumice and then moisturizing him with beeswax and oils. Dressed his wounds and perfumed him with patchouli, even going as far as to perfume his breath by having him chew clove and mint on occasion.

Subconsciously, the co-imperator picked up on your kindness. Instead of raining blows on your head with freakish strength, the man would reach out and cling to your stola. Speaking tender words of affection, and seeking at some points to make you pleased with him.

“You’re a wicked harpy.” He huffed, his soft hands over yours on the bronze cup.

“I know.” you murmured, gently coaxing the lukewarm liquid between his lips, “But I am a harpy that plucks at the mites between her nestling’s feathers, seeking to soothe his itch. Now drink.”

The chinaroot did not go down smooth, it never did. Caracalla gurgled and gagged the liquid and rhizome all the way down his gullet, slender hands wrapping around a pale throat as he chewed and choked. It was painful watching him try to swallow, but he had to. Without the chinaroot, the regression would have only gotten worse, and he would have succumbed to the infection from his chancres.

“It’s like gargling a goat’s testes!” He whined as he pulled away.

“You gargle them well, Agapi.”

Caracalla coughed, throat puffing out in a gag as you wiped his chin with a clean scrap of linen.

“It’s awful! It doesn’t work!” He croaked.

“Have you been hurting or noticing new sores?” You asked.

There was a penetrating silence. So still was the air around the room, you could hear the flame licking against the wick in the oil lamps, as well as the fire crackling in the imperial hearth. While allowing Caracalla to answer, you stood from the bed, shuffling to the diminutive night table– equipped with a brass bowl of hot water that now cooled– to take a brief moment to scour your hands with hot water, natron, and vinegar.

You knew the answer, even within his silence, your beloved was as transparent as blown glass.

“No…” Caracalla admitted ruefully, “But that doesn’t change things. I don’t want it anymore! You said it is medicinal, but it tastes of utter shite and I hate it! I hate you!”

“I love you, Agapi.”

Your voice was so low it was almost a whisper. A breathy squeak that made him stop his fuss, and lean in. The stormy gray of his feverish eyes focused entirely on your form as you wiped your clean hands on a spare piece of dry linen.

“You… you love me…?” Caracalla whispered.

“Yes.” You replied earnestly, “I do. That is why I treat you.”

The sick man leaned back into his pillow, rolling onto the side. Curling up like a pill bug at the slightest hint of a threat, he lay there contemplating your words in the finery of his linens and wool blanket. Crawling on all fours back to the imperial bed, you followed him to lay down. Draping over his hunched back like a rucksack, you lay your head beside his, fingers stroking the cold skin of his shoulder and leaving goose pimples in the wake of your touch.

“No one has ever loved me before…” he mumbled into his pillow.

“I know, Agapi.” You murmured, nuzzling his hair and inhaling the sour scent of vinegar, “And that is very sad. Everyone is deserving of love, my darling, even you.”

His trembling hands pulled your arms around his chest. He held your hands in front of him, whole body shaking.

“Everyone is repulsed by me. They avoid me, they won’t touch me. My own brother pushes me away. But not you… why?”

“You’re just ill, Agapi.” You replied softly, “The rash, the chancre sores… It’s just an illness, like any other. Would you push me away if I told you I had a chill?”

“No.”

Caracalla rolled onto his side. Blue eyes boring into yours as he cupped your cheek tenderly. He pressed his forehead to yours, the two of you inhaling in unison, as if absorbing the essence, the life breath, and sharing in it.

“No… I would never push you away… I would make you rest in my bed, and lay your weary head upon my goose down cushion. I would feed you the piss herb, and tell you stories to make you feel better whilst you choked down the bitter broth.”

You smiled at the innocent sentiment, enjoying the softness of his hot lips as they brushed against yours.

“Just as I did with you when Geta first bade me care for you.” You said, “Remember, Agapi?”

“I remember.”

To placate his brother’s demands for sex even in his feverish state, Geta summoned his manservants to rouse you from your bed at all hours of the night to give yourself to the youngest of the co-emperors. You knew even then he was dreadfully ill, and despite your pity you did not want to get infected yourself. While they dressed you in a shrunken gossamer stola woven so fine the dark of your nipples could be seen, you steeled your heart and prepared for a battle with your leather pouch of herbs.

Geta threw you at his unkempt brother, delirious with fever. Instead of fighting him, you talked softly to him. Coaxed him into letting you care for him by washing his weeping sores with vinegar, sprinkling natron to keep them clean, and ripping his bed linens into bandages to dress the open wounds. You even made a brew of the dried chinaroot rhizome, and after holding his mouth closed and rewarding him with chewed sugarcane to cut the taste, the youngest co-emperor learned to expect the sweet after the bitter.

From then on, Caracalla was your creature. Wholly and entirely.

“You wanted to look after me, even though Geta made you wake from your sleep to pleasure me…” he said, his tone lucid.

“I did it because I love you.” You said softly, showering his bumpy cheeks with kisses, “And I know you love me too, even if you say you hate me.”

“I didn’t say it!” He whined.

His cry was so piteous, like a kitten, that it was easy to forgive the lapses in memory whenever it came to his more biting comments.

“I didn’t say I hate you… I would never…! I love you… I… I don’t know what I would do without you.” Caracalla choked, the warm of his tears staining your stola.

You understood this better than anyone else.

You knew he didn’t mean his vitriol.

“I know, darling…” you whispered, and you fully embraced him as he began to cry, “I know… You shall never have to worry… for I will never forsake you…”

It was one truth you knew you could say and mean, despite your talents as a concubine, a soothsayer… You might have been the only soothsayer in all of Rome who meant it when she said she cared for the youngest, forsaken co-emperor.

[tardisscans]

Hino Yusuke's Live (12/30/24)

I've been extremely sick so I haven't subbed anything, but I wanted to at least give a quick rundown of what Hino said in his last live!

Hino is really really excited for the Terebi-kun special.

The number of fans from China has increased a lot!

Initially there were more female fans but Hino thinks it's 50/50 now.

Hide arrives at 12:57 and Hino gets excited and asks if he's watching.

Hino starts rambling about how he feels lonely without Hide even though they've been together for a year.

He also states that he doesn't know how many days he won't be able to see him again after they finish Gavv, so the feeling is similar as to when he was with his idol group.

Both laughed at the "Sukipi Doshi" scene (すきぴ同志; translated by some as "lovebirds", "lovers" or "crush". I'll keep it as "sukipi" to simplify things lol)

Hino goes and describes the whole scene of Ep16 where Shouma and Hanto "sacrifice" for each other, but says he couldn't help himself and laughed when Shouma remembered Sachika's words about the "sukipi"s.

For Hanto, Shouma is really special, and for Hino, Hide is special too.

He talks about Hide having an unrequited love for Hino, and how clingy and embarrassing is lmao.

Hide actually comments a " ?? ".

"It's a bit troublesome to be so loved"

Hino says to not ask for spoilers, he's afraid of people getting angry at him lol.

Miyabecchi has been more cheerful lately!

He thought she was very serious and quiet at first but she's actually pretty lively! Hino also praises how talented she is and that she was chosen as Sachika for a reason :)

"Oi, Hide, don't just comment. Say something interesting."

Hino's favorite hero is Den-O and he watched every episode of it.

He also liked Kabuto and Kiva.

His parents told him he had the Den-O belt but he only remembers playing with Kuuga's belt lol.

19:03, Honoka (Shiita) seems to be watching the live too! :)

(Proceeds to complain about how hard is to make a live)

Hide asks if Hino has something he wanted to do before the end of the year but wasn't able to.

Hino says he wasn't able to go on a date with Hide.

He explains it's because they see each other all the time on set, but they go out to eat together, or go to each other house's too.

He kinda likes the idea to go travelling to different places for the FLT.

He also wants to get a driving license.

Hino likes the idea of picking someone up and having a "driving date" but I think people kept thinking he meant Hide?? (He was talking about him just seconds ago) so when he read "a date with your "sukipi doshi" he just talked about how much he wants one until he realized what the fans meant and said "Ah, sorry. Yes. It's Hide. My sukipi is Hide." lmao

"I swear it's not only a work relationship!" Hino keeps telling us how they are also good friends irl and outside of work.

He changes the subject and reveals Hide has him pinned to the top of Line, and how "weird" it is but also really cute.

Comment: "What do you like about Hide?"

Hino: "He's like a dog. And his face."

In a more serious note, he finds Hide's pureness cute.

Comment: "Does Hino-kun have Hide pinned to the top too?"

Hino: "Hino-kun only has managers pinned!"

He explains he replies really fast when he gets the notification, so he doesn't really have a need to pin anyone.

He does have a Gavv Staff group pinned though.

"Anyways, let's say Hide has an unrequited love."

(Unsure of what he means, but I think Hide comments that Hino actually does have him pinned to the top too???)

Comment: "Hino-kun, are you a dog person or a cat person?"

He explains he was afraid of animals since little (to the point of moving sidewalks if someone was walking their dog), but after staying at a friend's house (who had cats) he became a cat person.

He also says that when he was in high school, he had a soccer event and went on a 2-3 day trip, and when he came back, his parents had already adopted a dog, so he had to get use to it lol.

People asked him about meeting someone (Unsure of who they are- I'm really bad with names, sorry.) but Hino says they're really nice and friendly.

He changes to Hide again lol.

Hino mentions how he likes pickles but Hide doesn't eat them, so he always eats them for him.

At first he asked Hide to just give him what he didn't want, but nowadays Hide just finishes his bento and gives him the rest. (Because he's a child)

27:00, Ruito (Jeep) is here too!

"Ruito-kun is too cute!" - Hino.

He says Ruito is really cute while working (on stage) and he even thought he was a girl, but in private he's extremely funny, "He's just an ordinary boy".

"I'll give you my pickles next time" - Ruito.

(Hino complains but accepts it anyways lol)

Ruito is his favorite among the cast and says he has been seeing him lately (...Is that foreshadowing?...)

Gavv it's like an all-boy's school. (He feels sorry for Honoka and Miyabe)

"Do you like Shoji-senpai?" (Laage9/Vram)

Hino says even though he joined midway, (he doesn't know if it's bcs he worked on toku before), Shoji blended perfectly fine.

He says he can't drink with Hide cause he's underage, but he can with Shoji and he's been hanging out with him lately and they went to karaoke! He address him between formal-casual, and even though he's a senpai and older, he feels like a friend instead of an older brother.

Hino was determined to not go to his hometown for new year (I'm guessing to prepare for his role as Hanto.)

He says to look forward to who is he gonna spend his time with in New Year? And I think someone on the comments said it was Hide, but Hino says it's not, that it's okay for Hide to be separated from him in holiday season lol.

He then states that once in a while you just need to have some time to realize how important someone is to you, and to let Hide think about how having time with Hino is a precious thing.

"It's not Shoji either!"

Actually, back to the Hide, Hino hopes Hide can take him to Okinawa.

Hino talks about how he hated his own voice but that a producer told him he had a distinct sound and it was his strength.

Please do not treat him as a Hide's middleman!

He explained that it's as if it were Valentine's Day and they called him to meet at some place and he arrives, sees them fidgeting with chocolates in their hands, and his heart starts racing, and then they just tell him "Can you please give these to Hide?"

He talked with Director Sugihara about wanting to change his name, but Sugihara was like "It's you life, do what you want." (lol), but after chatting a bit, he suggested to check out Takebe P's other works (Producer of Gavv).

He says he tried LupPat and Zero-One (But Takebe didn't work on them, so I'm not entirely sure why he mentioned them. Prolly bcs of Sugihara working on Zero-One or Komura...)

At the end, he just thanked the producer, director, Hide, toku fans, and children, and said how grateful he feels to work on such a popular work, and that he will work very hard!

He then clicks on something and keeps getting distracted with the filters for like 10 minutes lol.

[girl-debord]

River's 13 Punk & Metal Albums of 2024

13. Paprika - Let's Kill Punk

As one of the more conventional hardcore albums on this list, Paprika's debut LP stands out by doubling down on everything I love about the genre. The bass is rough, rough, rough, and the vocals sound like they were recorded in a storm drain, giving the album an almost-live quality. The only thing it loses points for is being so short, but even that's in the spirit of hardcore.

Favorite track: Greasy Pig Disease

12. drive your plow over the bones of the dead - tragedy as catharsis

I know, I know. Yes, Gen X followers, it's an emoviolence album. If the high-pitched vocals & aversion to capitalization don't scare you off, I think you'll enjoy how this sound is pushing the powerviolence formula forward. It is possible to be sad & kick ass at the same time.

Favorite track: arrangement

11. Traumatizer - Traumatizer

This is a 12-minute/7-song hardcore debut that won me over almost instantly. The vocals remind me a bit of early Nausea, and the bass-forward breakdowns are scratching that NJ hardcore itch that I've had since Sick Shit broke up.

Favorite track: Outnumbered

10. Paysage D'Hiver - Die Berge

Paysage D'Hiver embodies that horseshoe theory approach to atmospheric black metal--when you make something noisy & lo-fi enough, it starts to sound ambient. To put it a different way, this album has more in common with a lot of my favorite dungeon synth releases than most conventional metal. It uses repetition to its advantage & really gets that bleak, wintry vibe across. That being said, how often do I have nearly two hours to dedicate to a single album? Maybe a girl with a longer commute would rank this one a little higher.

Favorite track: Transzendenz II

9. Thou - Umbilical

It's been way too long since we had a proper Thou album. Needless to say, I was stoked about this one. Umbilical is overall less sludgy, often speeding things up for more hardcore- and grunge-adjacent tracks, but it keeps the vocal style and metal guitar sounds that Thou is so known for. It doesn't feel as thematic or directional as most of their earlier releases, but it gets at the stuff I like without being similar enough to feel stagnant.

Favorite track: I Feel Nothing When You Cry

8. Poison Ruïn - Confrere

Poison Ruïn left themselves big shoes to fill with last year's Härvest, but that's one of my favorite albums of all time, so I'm trying to cut them some slack. The new sound they bring with Confrere is a little less focused on stenchore-nostalgic riffs and has more in common with old-school hardcore. It works really well on a few notable songs--like the title track--but the rest of the album feels a bit like filler (even the dungeon synth parts, which are still pretty strong). I think there's just not enough going on on this album to turn a few great songs into a great album--but damn, those great songs really are great.

Favorite track: Execute

7. Bootlicker - 1000 Yd. Stare

I somehow missed this album when it came out in May, so when I finally listened to it a couple weeks ago, I had to totally rearrange this list to fit it in. It's worth it--Bootlicker brings an unlikely combination of clunky d-beat production & oi-tinged vocals that ended up sticking with me more than I expected it to. The band also seems to have hit its stride in using the military/military-fetish theming to maximum caustically-ironic effect.

Favorite track: Mercy Dog

6. S.H.I.T. - For A Better World

Some of the best drumming from this year in the vehicle of an extremely short lo-fi hardcore record. It feels like a Discharge demo tape performed with a sneer and stimulants. I only wish it was longer, even just that last track could keep going for 10 minutes & this might be my #1 pick.

Favorite track: Imminent Destruction

5. Lagrimas - A Life of Destruction

I've been keeping up with Lagrimas for a few years and I'm excited to say that their first LP cashes in--and improves--on everything I love about their recorded material up to this point. The grind drum licks, the lacrimose emo guitars, the post-rock song structures--it's all here & turned up to 11. The Habak features are great, but the band really stands on its own now. If I had to pick something to complain about, it would be the extended dialogue sampled in the middle of the album, but even that contributes to the overall tone. More than anything, I'm really excited to see people my age doing something new with the crust punk genre.

Favorite track: Cultural Destruction.

4. Trhä - ∫um'ad∂ejja cavvaj

Damián Ojeda's project Trhä had crossed my path before with albums that combined black metal & dungeon synth with a mix of softer electronic sounds and danceable drum machine tracks. This album, on the other hand, is much more traditional, but I find myself drawn to it because of that--it seems to descend into a primordial era of black metal where the realms of crust punk and death metal aren't so far away. Maybe that's only the hallucination of a poor traveller lost in the world of Trhä's atmospheric invention, missing her precious d-beats, but the madness this album has afflicted me with isn't going anywhere. The tremolo picking starts to sound like bowed strings & juggles minor and major keys under howling vocals. I'm totally entranced.

Favorite track: ah qältak da £ä Kado£ m £ä Nahatlav

3. POLLUTE. - Microplastics, Massive Profits

https://pollute.bandcamp.com/album/microplastics-massive-profits

POLLUTE's demo tape back in May had already put them on my list of acts to keep an eye on. This album is everything I had hoped to see from them, and so shortly after that first release too. In a genre as niche as d-beat punk, it's impressive to get so much variety on a single album--at only 20 minutes long, no less. "Castle Freaks" does something to the style I've never heard before, and I can't wait to hear more innovations like it--and that's not even the high point of the album for me. POLLUTE's got the right mix of cruster craziness & hardcore deliberateness, bringing very controlled breakdowns to their most off-the-walls tracks. It rules.

Favorite track: Cancer They Create

2. Lifeless Dark - Forces of Nature's Transformation

https://lifelessdark.bandcamp.com/album/forces-of-natures-transformation

The first time I heard this, I stood there with my mouth open through, like, the first three tracks. I just can't believe anyone is making music like this in 2024. Holy shit. The reverb-y vocals, the Bolt-Thrower-esque riffage, it's all perfect. Lifeless Dark doesn't just worship the stenchcore gods, they understand them.

Favorite track: Feeding the Light

1. Kriegshög - Love & Revenge

https://lavidaesunmus.bandcamp.com/album/love-revenge

There's nothing like a band you've never been super attached to releasing a completely flawless album. From the first note I just couldn't believe what I was hearing--it's an incredible balance of being legible and--dare I say it--catchy while being totally uncompromising on the drive of d-beat hardcore. The vocals are shouted with just a hint of a shriek that gives the lyrics an urgency unhindered by language barriers. The guitars are fuzzy and distorted but kept under tight control, passing melodies back & forth and dropping out to let the drums shine at key junctures. It's beautiful. It's Motörhead a few decades after being abducted into a post-apocalyptic alternate universe when the bloodlust has really started to sink in. I hold Kriegshög fully responsible for making me start working on a new spiky leather jacket & knocking over college kids in the train station, plus any other acts of depravity from this year not fit to print. This album has become my mantra, my pulse, my anthem.

Favorite track: Grey Agony

[refigiowen]

Process of Ruin

Chapter 0.11 : Die Unvollendete

The harshest of winds blew into my face, as if it was telling me to give up. The darkest of nights was cast onto the city, obsoleted by the blinding neon billboards and city lights. Nothing in this godforsaken city was gonna stop me in my tracks. I ran and ran, dripping wet from the rain, carrying my son in my arms.

"Father... do you see it..?"

"S-See what, buddy?"

"That ghost right there..."

"Dear, that's just a billboard..! Stay with me, we are almost there!"

And so i told him to not waste more energy as i sped up even more. I ran through crowds after crowds, dodging people left and right. I was set on getting my son to the hospital. He had been sick ever since his first day and had to take all kinds of medicine to simply survive. But despite his frail body his mother and i loved him more than we could ever have loved ourselves. We lived in a shabby, run down apartment as most of our money went to our son's medicine. But despite all that, seeing his frail body and his pale face light up was enough to wash away any and all fears we had. Me and my wife worked at a small office that produced weapons, it didn't pay all that much but it was enough to sustain the three of us. I did not have a good life, no one in this city ever did, and this family of mine was the only thing that i had that was worth living for.

And so i ran. I ran like the world was about to end. And soon i stood before the black and green hospital, the letters that are now forever burned into my mind stood before me:

"Asiyah Association".

I ran inside the hospital, still carrying my son in my arms. I looked like a stray dog with no home, my suit drenched and covering the floor in water. I yelled, begging for someone to help my son. I looked at the woman behind the reception desk.

"P-Please! My son has been sick since birth, p-please help him, i beg you! His medication stopped working! He will die if not treated!" I said and was met with a half assed smile.

"Yes, of course. I will need to ask you to provide your ID to proceed."

I quickly rummaged through my pockets and gave her my ID.

"Mister Reed, Diveroli Workshop, correct?"

I nodded.

"Y-Yes, correct."

For a minute or so the woman began typing things into her computer, looking a little too relaxed given the situation.

"Excuse me, miss.. I don't want to come off as rude but my son is in danger so PLEASE, hurry up."

And no response. I was no stranger to the way these big corporations treat others, i worked for multiple of them myself, but to think that even when a child's life was on the line they would act like this. I was disgusted.

"Alright, Mister Reed" She began, "after thorough inspection of your public profile, i am afraid that i must tell you that we can not treat your son."

My heart shattered into a billion pieces.

"The...fuck..?"

"Considering the state of your son's body, the Asiyah Association has deemed it as not worthy to save your son's life. He may live but will never be able to work like others, as such he is of no use to anyone. The Association may be able to treat him if he was born in a wealthy family but given your background, Mister Reed, that is not possible. Should you have any more questions, i will be happy to answer them for you."

"Y-You can't be serious..He is a CHILD FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" I said as i took a step towards the counter.

"I am aware of that fact, sir. And i have told you everything you need to know. So please, leave at once." And before i could speak another word, i was escorted outside into the rain by the guards. I tried to get past them, to push them away. But it was as if i was fighting a brick wall.

I looked into my son's eyes and began to cry. I apologized for not being able to save him, for not being a more wealthy man. For simply being me. And before i could speak another word of sorrow, his hand reached for my cheek.

"Father... the ghost will take care of me. You and mother have done enough for me..."

And it was almost as if i could see the life leaving his eyes.

"N-No! Buddy, stay with me.. please, i-i will find somone who can help you PLEASE!"

I begged, to no avail. His hand fell down to onto his chest, his body went limp, his breathing stopped. My son had died in my arms, right before the corporation that promises to tend to the weak. The irony was so incredible that i could not help but laugh out loud.

I forgot how much time passed between when i resigned from my job and when my son had passed. So much happened in between that i forgot to count the days. I could not bear the guilt of telling my wife that our son had died in my arms, so i sent her a letter. She shortly hung herself afterwards. I was told to "keep my head up" by my coworkers. It was obvious that no one cared about me or who i was. No one except my only friend the Butterfly. She was a coworker and my only friend. She was there for me when i needed her most and she is the one who threw the idea of resigning and starting anew into the room.

I thought about her suggestion for a while and ultimately did resign. I was paid my final paycheck and said goodbye to the Diveroli Workshop and my past life.

Well, there was not much to say goodbye to. I promised to stay in contact with Butterfly and walked out the door.

The life in this city is bleak and monotonous beyond words. You are a gear in a system that deems you as worthless the moment your performance does not meet the insane standards of the giant corporations. You either die poor, as the next lunatic's meal, or slightly less poor and as a slave.

With my last bit of money i bought a single room apartment near the Outskirts from a small office called Sunny Day Real Estate and decided to move on from my previous life.

I often had nightmares of my past life, of the time i spent with my family, my wife and my son. As much as i tried to move on, all attempts were fruitless. And so i cried myself to sleep night and night again, my health decreasing and my body caving in under the stress. And one night it all became too much for me to handle. I felt the walls of my room coming closer, i had to go for a walk.

Going on a walk was a good idea, it gave me time to reflect on everything in a different environment. I looked around me, the city and it's people were as ugly as ever. Soon, i reached a crime scene. Briah Security forces had already arrived on the scene and had everything under control. A woman had stolen medicine from a Asiyah pharmacy for her husband who suffered from leukemia. She was shot dead while trying to escape by the pharmacist.

The woman was poor, the pharmacy owned by the Asiyah Association. The pharmacist was a free man and the Briah Security Forces took the woman's corpse with them. And it was at that moment that i understood it all. That this is all but a game we cannot win.

I continued my walk until i reached a bridge. I looked over the railing into the deep dark depths of this hell, and i could feel it's gaze on my body. I shuddered. I finally understood that i was not alone. That these corporations had spun a net that would ensure that any and all atrocities they commited could never come to stab them in the back. This world is infested with parasites that feast on the minds and bodies of the people until there is nothing left. Asiyah, Klepto, Briah, any and all corporations in this city are guilty of it. They took my son, my family, they took my happiness, and destroyed any and all things that could have been in another world.

"In another world..." I mumbled to myself.

I felt a sense of longing build up within me. A longing for a distant, far away world where my happiness was still with me. Where these parasites were nothing but monsters under a child's bed. Endless dreams and possibilities flooded my mind, so much that i began to scream. I could feel my NeuraNet-System overload and overheat, i begged for someone to help me.

And suddenly i found myself within the depths of my own soul. It was a dark, decrepit place of sorrow and loneliness. Yes, it was my soul. Before me was a door covered in thorns. From within the door spoke a voice that sounded like that of my son.

"You have suffered enough, far too much. They tried to trap you in their Net of falsehood and false promises. But you escaped, and for that you shall grant yourself the power to enact revenge on them. Grant yourself mercy, Gabriel. Forgive yourself and become the first to take his destiny into his own two hands. And soon, the city shall be set ablaze by a force only a king could control."

Almost like i was controlled by utter instinct i began to rip off the thorny vines on the door, soon all were ripped off. And i opened the door, a blinding light took me in as i felt my body disintegrate.

I know not what happened to me exactly. But i found myself in a body that i did not know previously. I was taller, i was stronger, and i felt more like myself than i ever did before. Upon my awakening i was given a greatsword. I had never wielded a weapon before, only built them, and yet i knew how to fight with it like it was given to me as a child. It was large, covered in thorny vines from hilt to about the middle of the blade. And in it's blade i could see thousands, millions of worlds. This power i was given was a tool, a weapon for me to use against those who took my happiness from me. I will enact my revenge, build a new world and burn down every corporation in this city, have them all be consumed by my rage.

Shortly after i had begun my crusade, i was given the name "Erlkönig" by the Graycloak Office and classified as a threat to the population. Every major corporation in Eden then began to invest more into their security out of sheer fear.

But their hands will tremble, their skin shall become pale in the presence of a king.

[nnnyxie]

Izu hc’s but it’s insecure!izu and reader comforting him- I just need to know about his sad days and what he needs us to do for him because I’ll so anything to get that smile back on his face<3 God I love Izu sm I could cry

SOBS!!! my heart!!!!

first of all. he’s so ‘i bet on losing dogs’ by mitski core. that song is just so him because i said so!!

our lovely boy has always worn a brave face. only ever being truly vulnerable with his mom, all might, and yourself.

he’s truly strong in many senses— physical, emotional, and mental. but sometimes, he just can’t do it. sometimes he doesn’t feel strong enough to hold himself up high yk?

and that’s okay!! because he doesn’t need to constantly overwork his emotions just so his friends and others could be happy!! he needs a break too and you need him to understand!!!

it’s always heartbreaking to see him cry though— you’re an avid supporter of expressing your emotions in a healthy way!! but, he’s your izuku and you always want the best for him.

one day, he doesn’t show up to all might’s training lesson— that in itself is a worry. but, maybe he’s feeling sick? you know he gets sick easily— especially since he trains in the cold a lot and somehow still hasn’t built a sort of immunity against it.

though— even if he were to be sick, he’d still show up. so maybe it’s bad? and that worsens your worries. so, you drop your training with ochako and rushed to him.

you knock on his door, softly the first time. the second time, it’s a little louder than before. still no answer. the third time is loud enough to wake his classmates three doors down. still no answer.

you try his door knob— unlocked? that was unlike izuku. he was slightly paranoid (especially ever since the cheese incident). so you were quick to barge in, what if he had gotten hurt?

when you turned to see his bed— you saw him curled into a ball, holding one of your sweatshirts. he liked doing that so you felt a bit relieved.

“izuku?” you asked but, all you got in return was a sad whimper and a sniffle. you were quick to rush to his side.

“what’s going on?” you rubbed his back— he had been facing the wall. “i just—” he let out a sob.

oh. it was an episode.

“it’s alright, izu. you don’t need to tell me right now. just let it all out.” you moved yourself so that you could hold him from behind. his body shook— it was so heartbreaking to watch— and feel.

the two of you stayed like that for at least an hour— izuku sobbing with you rubbing his arm and kissing his shoulder in comfort.

“i don’t— i don’t feel like i belong in UA. even after all this time i still— i still feel so inferior to everyone. i feel so behind in everything.” he said, still hiccuping from his breakdown.

he was calmer now, thankfully. but, tears spilt now and then. “izu, you worked so hard to get here, you’re far beyond what everyone here has become. you worked for hours and months to eat a damn hair that could’ve easily torn your limbs off.” he laughed a bit at that.

“you built yourself from the ground up. you worked your ass off to get here. you’re so much stronger than anyone here. and i really mean it.” you kissed his shoulder again and pulled him closer.

“thank you,” he said in a raspy voice, he moved so that he could face you— still clutching your sweatshirt.

“you don’t need to thank me, izu. i’m stating what i believe, i’m stating the truth. you’re the strongest,” you smiled at him— and good lord he almost killed you when he smiled back.

SHAKING SOBBING CLAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!!

[jmagnabo92]

PM - 242 - October 28, 2023 - Cheat 2

@prongsfoot-microfic

When someone gets in James' head about Sirius' naturally flirting and charming self could make it easy for Sirius to cheat, he gets a little jealous.

AO3

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One of James’ favorite and least favorite things about Sirius is how effortless charming and gorgeous he is.  The reason for this is that everyone always flirts with him everywhere they go. 

Which is fine, it’s totally not a problem, except when it is…

Because Remus had to open his big mouth and suggest that Sirius was so flirty that he could easily cheat, and no one would even know.  The idea being that since he’s ‘always flirty’ that there’s no way that anyone could tell if he was his ‘natural’ self or if he was flirting because he’s cheating with the person. 

It bugged James. 

Not because he hasn’t been known to be a little bit jealous, but because if Remus thought Sirius could cheat, maybe it was possible?

Although, naturally, it wouldn’t make sense with who Sirius is – he’s as a loyal as a puppy dog.  Naturally he would never cheat on James.  He loves him too much.

But…

The thought is there and he’s not too sure how he feels about that niggling in the back of his mind as he sips his drink at the party, watching Sirius chat up one of the birds that James doesn’t recognize.

Does she know he’s taken, he wonders?  Does she feel his eyes on her wanting her to back off?  Or has Sirius not told her because, as Remus suggested, he could easily get away with cheating?  

He’s so lost in his thoughts that he misses the pair heading towards him, until Sirius says, “James, meet Alexa.  She’s a huge fan of yours.”

James plasters on a smile and says, “Is she now?”

“She is,” Sirius states, smiling.  “She was nervous coming up to one of her favorite players and thought approaching his boyfriend would ease things.”

Oh.  Okay, that makes sense.

He greets Alexa and talks with her about quidditch and his work, meanwhile Sirius stands beside him, an arm wrapped around his waist and a smile on his lips. 

It’s comforting, but he’s still a little antsy as they chat. 

The rest of the night Sirius stays glued to his hip, which helps, but by the time that they arrived home, he was still feeling antsy.

“Are you okay, love?” Sirius asks when James plops down on the bed, not even bothering to get undressed.  “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

James shakes his head.  “No, but it’s – it’s just something bugging me that’s all.”

“Well, now, you have to tell me,” Sirius states, sitting beside him.  “What’s wrong?”

James groans.  He doesn’t want to admit the problem, but this is Sirius, so he knows that he needs to.  “I just – I love that you flirt and you’re charming and gorgeous, but Remus said something about how being so flirty would make it easy for you to cheat and I know that you’re like a loyal golden retriever, but I haven’t gotten it out of my head and I –”

He’s cut off by Sirius’ lips on his. 

It’s long and languid, and when Sirius pulls away, James is desperate to follow, only for Sirius to stop him.

“Listen to me, James.  I have been madly in love with you since before I even realized what being in love meant.  There is no one else I could ever imagine being with and I absolutely think that Remus only said that rubbish because he’s jealous,” Sirius states.  “Believe me when I tell you that I would never cheat on you.”

James nods, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.  Of course it was just jealousy on Remus’ part.  

“I don’t know what I let him get into my head.”

“It’s okay, it happens.  I just want you to believe me when I tell you this.  Because it’s important.”

“I do believe you, Si, I promise.”

“Good.”

Sirius gives him another kiss, this one more passionate than the last and suddenly, any worries James had fly out the window. 

Sirius loves him, and that’s all he needs to know to be sure that he would never cheat. 

All is well.

[tornprince]

Hey, so not to leap into your ask box as a total stranger, but you mentioned in the tags that you were willing to answer questions about phalloplasty. I’m still figuring out if I want it, and if it’s not an inconvenience, I’d like to hear about what it’s like, or any common misconceptions or things you’d be ok with sharing. You don’t have to answer it publicly if you don’t want to, or answer at all. No pressure!

Howdy, I’d be happy to! This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would so sorry for the little essay lol

Since there are a lot of little variations on phalloplasty both in the type you get and the “stages” I’ll explain that first.

I got RFF/forearm flap phalloplasty with urethral lengthening, clitoral burial and a full vaginectomy. My first surgery was a hysterectomy and partial vaginectomy, about 6 months after that I got the phallo itself, urethra lengthening and the rest of the vaginectomy, and then a couple weeks after that I got glansplasty. I’m scheduled to get the erectile and testicular implants later this month. All of this was covered by insurance.

I am overall extremely happy with my phallo, it’s really been everything I could have wanted. I’ll just give a kind of random run down of some things:

Healing: If you count the time for all of the above surgeries I took roughly 2 and a half months off work. 2 weeks for the hysto/vaginectomy, 6 weeks for the phallo and another 2 for the glansplasty. I’ll be taking a week off for the next one.

I spent 5 days in the hospital after the phallo, those were by far the roughest days. Like the first day after surgery the big thing they had me do was just sit up in bed, and even that made me feel very dizzy and sick.

By far the most painful parts of healing were the vaginectomy and the thigh graft. I had a catheter for 6 weeks which was a pain in the ass, and the forearm graft needs daily dressing changes for several weeks. Once you get past those first few days though, it’s kind of surprising how not terrible it is. I was walking my dog after like 3 weeks.

The part that has the highest complication rate is the urethral lengthening, I was told by my urologist that the percentage of urethral complications after surgery was somewhere between 60-70%, I was basically told to go into surgery kind of just expecting there would be some sort of urethral complication.

This did happen to me and I got a stricture (urethra healing tight enough you can’t pee through it) twice. The first time they fixed it while I was getting the glansplasty, the second time I had to go in for an extra minor surgery to fix it. Since then I have had no issues.

Here is what my urologist had to say about the urethral complications when I asked for details: in quite a few cases they just heal on their own with a little additional time using a catheter and they never need surgical intervention. He said if it ever became necessary, they could just “disconnect” the new urethra and have you go back to peeing the way you did before surgery.

He also stated that they had never had that happen and had always been able to get the new plumbing working, even if in some cases it took longer.

Sensation: I did not lose any clitoral sensation, it’s just buried in the base of the phallus so you have to kind of rub/squeeze harder to get there. I was able to orgasm as soon as I was cleared for sexual stimulation after surgery, which I believe was 2 months?

My surgeon said that although the degree of sexual sensation a person has after surgery can vary, they had never had anybody completely lose sensation or be unable to orgasm after surgery.

I won’t get too detailed on this public post but it has been less than a year since my phallo and I have enough sexual sensation on my penis to orgasm just from it being touched, the buried clitoris doesn’t have to be stimulated (though it does help!)

Visual: I don’t have too much to say here but I’ve often seen people say that phallo dicks “look weird” or whatever. Mine looks….like a normal penis. It has been seen by many people of all genders and sexualities and nobody has ever said anything was off about it.

Really there is enough natural variation in native penises that I don’t think you’d end up with anything that wouldn’t be possible on someone born with a penis.

Hope this was helpful! If you have follow up questions feel free to bug me

[samsblades]

Thinking ab vampy reader again in a lowkey toxic relationship w Sam...oml Sam. Thinking ab a time when Dean resurrects n Sam tries to cover up for reader n act like they're a totally normal human (which reader doesn't really like because he never had a problem with how open they was about it before and he knew they had problems coming to terms with their monstrous self now- it hurts when he tries hiding it from his own family.) N after that whole thing, she kinda storms off (think like how Ruby did when Dean came back but different cause this is sort of angry and hurt.) Cue to Sam going looking for them late in the night. They don't stray far because they care about Sam too much and they'd wait for him like a dog under a park bench. Which he does find them on one, in a park. They're pretty soaked as it'd rained as they sat there. But they stayed and didn't move. What's time and sickness to an immortal vampire, right? Cue angsty talk and confessions of insecurities. Maybe after arguing a little bit reader gets an idea in their head about how Sam will someday die too but they'll keep living forever- or maybe something about purgatory and reader not knowing how they'll stomach existing without him. Ofc they don't say that though. They don't really know what to think- it's obviously not clearly though. They decide to stay by his side, like they always have. He's all they have left and it's sort of chipping away at them now that he has Dean back- now that he has someone else to rely on and care about. Maybe more than themselves even. But reader bites their tongue about it because a good dog doesn't bark at their owner or who they love. They sit and keep up by their side. Or maybe behind them. Like how Reader has to start sitting behind Sam in the back of the impala as Dean takes his rightful place back. Maybe reader has to start keeping their distance whenever they have to feed now. Instead of going to Sam they ransack some hospital. It's all to keep reader safe, right? Because Dean would kill her at a moments notice. All for the greater good. All for Sam. That's the only reason they do this. To stay close to him. All without realising that the harder they try the more they fall apart. All without ever getting to let those three words fall past their rows of fangs and pretty lips. But since when can a dog ever say "I love you" with a speech their owners would understand?

(I may have an unhealthy fixation on dog metaphors/similies/analogies...)

AHHHH VAMP READER MY BELOVEDDD honestly to this day i think this hc is my favorite you have blessed me with!! it's so good! though i don't make or use bots anymore, it may have been my favorite bot i did tbh. anyways!!

i love this so much :,) i'm normally not really into toxic relationships as a genre or whatever you might call it, but i love it with this pairing. idk it just works and it's too interesting not to love.

THE PARALLELS T_T i'm going insane. sam trying to act like you're "normal" when he himself isn't. but it's to protect you from dean! so fucked up bc dean does the same thing to sam sometimes AHH i love it. and like. this was never going to go anywhere good!

for anyone that doesn't know the "premise" or whatever to this pairing; sam meets reader on a vamp hunt during the time that dean was in hell. reader is best friends with one of the vamps, but doesn't know it. he ends up telling them the truth and they help him, but they get turned by their friend! they end up killing the friend who turned them (on accident or whatever you like) and then show up at sam's motel room door. he tells them he'll take care of them and basically lowkey takes advantage of their vulnerable state because he's lonely and in a poor mental state bc yk. dean's dead LOL and he lets them feed off of him and steals blood bags for them etc and they become sort of dependent on him AHHH anyways okay back to the continuation

idk i just love it all because reader comes to need sam so much, but he only needed them until dean comes back. so there's this split in their relationship and i LOVE the dog analogies/metaphors for this because it fits so well and i just love love love this whole thing!!!

[guard-1225]

video journal log #184

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Evbo takes a few steps back after starting the recording.

“Hey everyone, I know it’s been SUCH a long time since I’ve done a video journal update, I was sick and then a lottttt of other stuff happened so I have so much to catch you guys up on.” Evbo says to the camera, taking a moment before continuing. “I’m pretty sure some of you guys follow my boyfriends page hahah, yeah he mostly does this q&a type thing but he started doing videos too lately, but anyways, he’s been posting a lot of updates on what’s going on so if you do follow him you already know what’s up.”

“First of all I knowwww all of you guys must be soo worried about me and why I haven’t been doing journal logs, but don’t worry I’m fine now I just had a cold for a few days. We also went to Christmas dinner at Julie’s place with Raymond and the other diamond swords. Her place was pretty cool too but obviously not as cool as ours, I mean she doesn’t even live in a Pvp mansion.” Evbo chuckles and decides to sit up on the counter next to the pillar, preparing for a pretty long video journal session.

“It was really fun to hang out with the other diamond swords, it’s nice to have actual friends… at least I think they’re my friends—“ Evbo looks away for a moment to think about it, before snapping back to his camera personality. “Anyways! After that was Ray’s birthdayyyy…” He giggles to himself before even saying anything. “Yeah we had a LOT of funnnn hahaha… Read his blog if you want to know more about that.

“I also gave him some new shades for his birthday so he can have a different pair other than the one he spawned in with. I think he looks really cool in them, but honestly I think he looks good in everything, like he’s just really good looking in general I kinda wish it was hotter in here sk maybe he would take off— Hahaha what am I even saying anymore, sorry I got a little off track there.” He laughs to himself awkwardly, trying to hide the blush that crept up on his face while thinking about his boyfriend shirtless. Something resembling a chuckle can be heard from the background, where Raymond is sitting on one of the chairs at the window.

“Anyways the main thing I wanted to tell you about is actually so insane, you guys are not going to believe it… Raymond figured out a way to fix his shield, and it actually works like real durability! He managed to get it back up to full like it’s brand new again, and it only takes off one when I hit him! I think we could fix other weapons too, we haven’t had time to try yet but—

A sudden purple flash of lights can be seen from the left side of the screen where Raymond had been previously sitting on a chair. Evbo whips his head around and quickly jumps down from the counter to sprint over to his boyfriend. The purple particles all dissapear in a few seconds and Raymond is sitting on the chair just like before. He drops the phone from his hand and jumps up to run to the back of the room.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” Raymond can be heard even from how far away he is from the video journal machine. He runs back up to Evbo, who’s been standing in the middle of the room completely dumbfounded. “What do I do?!” Raymond pants frantically, shaken from whatever he just saw.

Evbo stares at him, then lets out a chuckle.

“You’re a dog.” He states, laughing more with confusion.

“Evbo this isn’t funny, what do I do?!” Raymond continues to pace around the room, and it’s clearly visible on the video now that he has a tail. Evbo goes to get his boyfriend’s phone from the ground to look at the message.

“Ray don’t panic, it says here this will only last for a day—“

“A DAY?! That’s so long!” Raymond cries out frustratedly. Evbo sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

“It’ll be okay, you don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow, I can stay here with you too.” Evbo smiles at him genuinely, caressing his arm before suddenly looking down and letting out another chuckle.

“What—“ Raymond follows Evbo’s gaze down and notices his tail wagging side to side. “OH MY GOD, This is so humiliating!” He whines, covering his face with his hands.

“I think it’s cute…” Evbo tells him, but he still can’t hide his giggles while saying it.

“Oh fuck you— and stop the recording, oh my god!” Raymond says and scatters to hide from the camera, running to the back of the room to their bed and getting blocked from the video by the pillar. Evbo laughs as he walks up to the video journal machine.

“I’m sorry guys, I have to end this one unfinished too since I think we have a bigger issue right now. I swear I’ll do an actual update once I have the time. Byeeee!” He smiles into the camera before reaching for the button and stopping the recording.

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[amisalami03]

cave mommy headcanons :D [this is my first time doing this help]

i'm gonna flip the script a little with this one, I think shes way more chill BUT will troll at any time >:)

she walked past pickle and sprayed him for no reason which resulted in a mini brawl , it was swiftly ended when cave shawty picks pickle up and suplexes him, so in celebration she beats her chest then goes to sleep in a nearby tree

she's definitely omnivorous in my book but she will eat meat and acts like a leopard by hiding her game in trees and pissing on those who walk to close to her territory this isn't a piss-kink thing I swear she's literally feral and piss is her prehistoric version of pocket sand

ironically enough though she and pickle are mated but he can not stand her ass sometimes, but she literally doesn't gaf and will lay on top of him (because she can.) and pickle does not seem to mind his woman using him as a mattress he will growl lowly but eventually puts himself to sleep since her warmth, scent and breathing patterns make it impossible to keep him awake lol (also its a sense of familiarity and comfort of her being the only thing he left of the past, so he willingly tolerates it)

because of her retsu's hair has been let down to its full glory and she even gave him a beautiful restyle :3 (lots of stick and shiny rock so cool |:) <- cave mommymoji) pickle didnt like it and wanted to fight retsu but a swift kick upside his head thwarted that act of petty conflict

she has no clue whats going on but is happy to see such small little guys doing complex things

she fucking LOVES pinwheels and windchimes hell yes little trinkets for her pretty please, even pickle is entertained when she shoves a pinwheel in his hair and shows him her stolen hardware store collection of chimes and shiny glass lawn ornaments used to water flowers -> |:) [her proud face]

she scratches her head like a dog and prefers to stay quadraped, which threw the boys off when she finally decided to stand on her two legs

katsumi told retsu he saw her walking on two legs before everyone else did and retsu called him a liar stating that she simply hadn't "evolved" to do that yet, as soon as he was done saying that she walked right passed them with various lawn ornaments in her arms, farted and continued walking without breaking a stride. retsu was stunned and katsumi just put his hand on his shoulder to console him.

I like to think she has a fighting style similar to dogwatch man from one punch man, which makes her a very hard opponent to defeat since her speed and agility far surpass her bipedal descendants

baki used her as a shield until she force-fed him a handful of grubs and ever since then shes been wondering where he's been |:( his ass ran away from her for about a week

she found him eventually and frantically fussed over him while holding him in a tight embrace, she thought she lost her baby again

Please keep her away from vending machines and claw games, to her they are like giant see through crustaceans she can crack open and benefit from, her and pickle will leave a wake of litter and shards of glass to get whats inside

Loves fountains, they are like vertical waterfalls to her and she’s mesmerized by how the magic water goes up 24/7

She draws cave paintings and is very proud of her work

Absolutely blown away by crayons, completely opened pandoras box for her wait until she learns about paint and markers

Keep scented/colorful soaps and chemicals away from her…she will try to drink them and get sick…no she probably wont die, but she will shit and vomit alot, pickle didnt wanna take the risk to drink fabuloso after that

She has an underbite snaggle tooth that sticks out

This is all I can come up with

This is all I can give you…for now

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 9

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"And that's how you come back from a suspension! Two goals and two assists for June Maxwell!" Andrew said.

"And look at that smile on her face! She has definitely missed it” Jacob added.

"That's the face of someone who loves football" Ben said, trying very hard not to smile. She was back. The June Maxwell they all enjoyed watching, was back. "Though they should give her the fifth goal and make it a hat-trick."

"It was an own goal, Chilly."

"I know, but…"

"I barely recognise you, Chilwell. You are saying nice things about Maxwell. Again!" Andrew laughed. "Anything you would like to share with us?"

"It's just that after seeing what happened in her last game, I realized we should spread more positivity instead of negativity. I still think she is overrated and has a lot of work to do to be as good as you all say she is…"

"That's more you" Jacob chuckled.

"But there has been so much hate everywhere and especially online, that I felt I was adding fuel to the fire and that wasn't sitting well with me. Football players have to deal with a lot of pressure already, and sometimes we forget that they are human beings with real feelings just like anyone else."

"They all are, Chilly. They all are. Well said.”

"So yeah… I may start to go a bit softer on her. But just a teeny-tiny bit" he laughed. 

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"That was the last interview, June. You can go shower."

"Thank you" she smiled, starting to walk towards the changing room.

"Maxwell! Wait!"

"Chilwell?" she said, turning aroud. "What are you doing down here?"

"I wanted to speak with you."

"Again?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yes, again. I wanted to congratulate you for today's game, you played really well."

"April's Fools was last week, Chilwell."

"I'm not joking, June. I'm being honest."

"Sure" she chuckled.

"I am. I even got you something."

"Something like what? A present?"

"Kind of."

"Oh my God, another Kinder egg?" she laughed. "Is this your new way of bullying me? Giving me treats to make me feel as if I was a dog? Wait, is this your revenge because I called you dog?"

"It's just a nice gesture, June."

"You and being nice with me don't go together."

"They may start to" he shrugged. "Are you taking it or not?"

"Is it poisoned?"

"June…" Ben said, rolling his eyes.

"Ok, ok… I'm taking it. Thank you."

"You're welcome" he smiled. 

"Wait, no. I know what your new plan is. You want to send my fitness to hell by feeding me chocolate."

"Dear God, Maxwell" he sighed.

"I was just teasing you, Chilwell" she laughed. "Thank you. For this and for what you said on tv. Someone from the team told me."

"You're welcome. And I meant it. I'm not going to stop stating my facts…" he smirked. "But I won't be as mean or ruthless. I promise."

"Ok, good. I... I should probably go shower, I don't want to get cold and risk getting sick now that I'm back."

"You also happen to stink."

"What?"

"Just stating a fact" Ben shrugged, trying very hard to hide a smile.

"You… whatever. See you around, Chilwell. And thank you for the present."

"You're welcome, Maxwell. Again. See you around."

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"What is that?"

"Uh?"

"That toy" Lauren said, pointing at the little lion June was playing with.

"Oh, it's from a Kinder egg."

"You have Kinder eggs? Where? I want one!"

"I don't have any. Someone gave me this one."

"Someone? Who?"

"A fan. They wanted to cheer me up."

"Well, they've been very successful at it, because you haven't stopped smiling since we got into the bus."

"What?" June chuckled.

"You've been smiling like an idiot."

"Yeah, sure."

"You have. Was he cute?" Lauren asked.

"Who?"

"The fan who gave you the Kinder egg. Because you have the smile of someone who is thinking about her crush" she smirked.

"It was a kid, Lauren" June said, feeling her cheeks get warm.

"Did the kid come with a dad? Brother? Uncle?"

"It was just a kid, ok?"

"Ok, ok. No need to get mad. But I thought we were friends."

"And we are."

"Friends tell each other when they fancy someone."

"I don't fancy anyone" June chuckled.

"You… ok, fine" Lauren sighed. "You don't fancy anyone."

"I don't."

"And I said ok. Will you wake me up when we are getting close home? I want to take a nap."

"I will, don't worry."

"Thank you. Night night, June."

"Night night, Lauren" she smiled. 

"Friends tell each other when they fancy someone."

"I don't fancy anyone."

Because she didn't fancy anyone, did she? And especially not Ben Chilwell. 

Yes, him showing up today and giving her the chocolate egg had made her feel all fuzzy inside. It had been a very cute gesture, but it was just because it brought really good memories from her childhood, of her dad always buying her one after her Sunday games.

And the other day when he had told her that he cared about her, her heart had skipped a beat, yes. But just because it had caught her by surprise.

Though while she had been suspended and bored as hell, she had kept thinking about Ben telling her he would never date her, his words coming back and making her feel… weird. Kind of disappointed.

And then, of course, was the fact that her mind would randomly go back to their make out session on New Year's. To when she had kissed him. Twice. Thoroughly enjoying it. 

And then…

"Fuck."

"What?" Lauren asked, already half asleep while her head rested on June's shoulder.

"Nothing, nothing. Go back to sleep."

But it was definitely something, because June had just realized that she did fancy someone. She fancied Ben freaking Chilwell.

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One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 24/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he’d been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It’d have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I’m posting it on Tumblr so it’s somewhere else too. The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don’t want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

Tommy thought long and hard about the absolute best way to explain exactly why his face was stained blue. He’d already explained that Wilbur was the cause, but Tubbo didn’t seem to quite get it yet. “It’s like,” Tommy contemplated, “when a dog likes a fire hydrant and so it pisses on it to…”

“Don’t describe it like that, Tommy,” Wilbur interrupted, sounded disgusted and horrified. He’d turned around all the way in his seat to snap at him like a rude bitch. Tommy made eye contact for a moment before turning back to Tubbo.

“Anyway,” he said. “He has a dog living in his head, yeah? Yeah, so when he falls asleep, the dog is released from his mind as an astral projection, and he goes around ghost pissing on things he likes.”

Tubbo had looked confused before; now he was just staring at Tommy with a blank face. “…What?” he asked.

“You’re explaining it in literally the worst possible way,” Wilbur groaned.

“I am not,” Tommy replied. “My explanation is perfect!”

“No, actually,” Tubbo said. “I have no idea what you’re trying to say.” He turned to Wilbur and squinted at him. “You have a dog… in your head?”

“No,” Wilbur said at the same time that Tommy correctly answered “yes.”

Wilbur glared at him. “I have an astral projection power,” he explained, “but I had some issues in the past which make me involuntarily astral project every time I fall asleep.”

“You’re power sick?” Tubbo asked.

“Sort of,” Wilbur said. “It’s not really my powers working too much and making me ill though, it’s more that my powers are compensating for a different issue. Plus, it’s not detrimental to my health unlike most things considered power sicknesses. The most I get is a little blurry in the mornings.”

“And you stain people,” Tommy interjected.

“Since my sleeping mind is controlling the projection,” Wilbur continued to explain, “it tends to have fewer er… boundaries. I also leave blue stains on anything I touch in that state, which means I sometimes go around touching people without thinking about it, and I end up staining them.”

“Oh, yeah, totally unintentional,” Tommy sassed, not believing that part. “Also, that’s exactly what I said. Ghostly astral projection piss.”

“It’s not piss. It’s coming from my hands.” He glanced over at the man in the driver’s seat with a pout. “Techno.”

Technoblade, who had been keeping his eyes resolutely on the road for the entirety of the conversation, glanced at him, lips turned down, and clearly pissed about being drawn into this conversation. He considered it for a moment. “It is kind of like when a dog…”

“No.”

“Yes!” Tommy cheered gleefully.

“Wait, but why do you astral project as a dog, then?” Tubbo asked, bewildered.

Wilbur just sighed and closed his eyes. “I wonder if the apartment you just vacated is for rent,” Wilbur said.

“It didn’t look like it had much hot water,” Technoblade pointed out. “I doubt you’d survive.”

“The dog’s really nice though,” Tommy said, earnestly. “Much less of a bitch than Wilbur.”

“I hate both of you.”

“Mutual,” Technoblade said without hesitation.

Tommy nodded, “mutual,” he echoed.

“Fucking assholes,” Wilbur muttered, turning back to face forward and crossing his arms over his chest.

The car slowed after only a minute more, and Technoblade parked it on the street in front of a bakery. Tommy was pretty sure it wasn’t actually in a parking spot, but the streets seemed to be abandoned at the moment, so it wasn’t like it mattered.

“Are we going in too?” Tubbo asked when both Wilbur and Technoblade took their seatbelts off.

“Yep,” Technoblade replied. He glanced back at them. “You can take your seed suitcase in if you’d like.”

Tubbo considered it but ended up leaving the suitcase in the car. “I thought we’d just go straight to your secret base,” he said to Technoblade, a bit hesitantly.

“Coffee,” Technoblade said in answer.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “Do you like coffee Tubbo?” he asked.

Tubbo shrugged. “It’s alright,” he answered. “I am… was on the morning shift, so I learned to like it.”

“Gross,” Tommy contributed.

“Yes,” Tubbo sighed. “I know, Tommy.”

“Well, Niki makes actually good coffee,” Wilbur said, “as well as other things.”

Tommy would assume that Niki was the owner of the bakery they were about to walk into considering the name on the sign was ‘Niki’s.’

“I’m surprised it’s open,” Tubbo commented. In fact, it seemed not to be considering the open sign was not lit up.

“It is for us,” Wilbur said, pushing the door open.

“Are we doing crime to the bakery?” Tommy asked him. “Because, no offense, but that is a bit boring for supervillains. More like a low-level criminal move.”

“Hush,” Wilbur said. “No. She’s a friend. I texted her. Niki!” he called into the bakery.

“Just a minute,” a woman called back from somewhere further into the building.

Tommy glanced around the little bakery. There were a few tables near the entrance for people to sit at, though they were all empty at the moment. Most of the seats seemed cozy and they all matched. There were a couple of couches with little pillows on them and a bookcase with only one shelf dedicated to books. The other three shelves had boardgames on them.

On the far side of the room was a counter and a giant display case. It was not as filled as it could be, but there were some things in it, including half a dozen strawberry pies for some reason. A large chalkboard menu was mounted above the counter with different things the bakery offered and the corresponding prices written on it.

“Hey, Will,” the same voice that had spoken before said as a woman came into the room from a door behind the counter. She was wearing a colorful apron and had short pink hair. She blinked when she saw Tubbo and Tommy. Right… If she knew Wilbur enough to open her bakery specifically for him, she must also wonder why he suddenly was coming in with two people she’d never met. “Uh, hi Technoblade, and…?”

“This is Tommy and Tubbo,” Wilbur offered.

She continued to look at them curiously, but she didn’t press for more information. “Hello,” she greeted them with a kind smile. “It’s nice to meet you two.”

“Hi,” Tommy said. “I assume you’re the lady with the food.”

“Tommy don’t be rude,” Tubbo scolded.

“What?” he asked and got a meaningful glare in return. Unfortunately, Tommy did not know its meaning. “What?!”

“Admittedly, that one is a bit of a gremlin,” Wilbur said walking closer to the counter. Tommy flipped him off even though he probably didn’t see it. Tubbo slapped his hand down.

Niki laughed softly when she caught the gesture, but then got distracted as Wilbur offered her a greeting hug.

“What?” Tommy hissed at Tubbo while they were distracted.

“You have no idea who she is,” Tubbo said, voice aggravated, but hushed. “She could be a horrible supervillain.”

“She owns a bakery, Tubbo,” Tommy pointed out, “and we’re sort of joining the supervillains right now.”

“Yeah, and unlike you, I’d like to know the consequences of pissing off the supervillains before going around flipping them off. Lord knows heroes are bad enough.”

“She seems nice.”

“She’s friends with at least two members of the SBI.”

“We’re friends with the SBI.”

“We’re something with the SBI,” he muttered.

Tommy frowned at him even though he understood where he was coming from. It was hard to believe that he was casually in some bakery with The Blade and Whippoorwill and planning to willingly just go back to their secret base in the middle of the woods. Yet, Wilbur gestured him forward and he went willingly to stand beside him in front of the counter.

“What would you like to drink?” Niki asked him.

Oh, well, that was a question he had no idea of the answer to. He looked blankly at the board above her head. “Er, do you have any good tea?”

“You don’t like tea,” Tubbo said, surprised. “You whine and complain when I try to drink tea around you because you think it’s gross!”

“Yeah, well, it turns out it’s good when it’s made right,” Tommy said.

“You actual bastard. I’ve had to hide my tea for years to escape your ridicule and scorn but suddenly you like ‘grass water’?!”

“Phil puts stuff in it, I don’t know. It was sweet and didn’t taste like actual dirt juice like your tea. The coffee was still gross though,” Tommy said.

“To be fair, Phil’s shit at making coffee,” Technoblade said. He’d been lingering by the door, but he stepped over to the counter now.

“He is?” Tommy asked curiously. He had not considered that Phil’s coffee tasted like shit because he simply didn’t know how to make it like Tubbo did not know how to make tea apparently. Then again, he did not trust Technoblade when it came to food and drinks, so he would withhold judgment.

“No,” Wilbur said immediately, and the way he said it with a bit of panic only served to pique Tommy’s interest. “He’s great at making coffee. You just don’t like it.”

Tommy squinted at him suspiciously.

“No coffee for you,” Techno said, decisively. “Today at least. We’re still recovering from your foray into tea drinking.” He glanced at Tubbo. “You can have coffee if you want though.”

“Oi! Why can Tubbo have it and I can’t?”

“Tubbo looks like he hasn’t slept in 3 days. He probably needs it.”

“Maybe I need it,” Tommy argued. “I’m injured! I need the energy.” This was, of course, a bold-faced lie.

“Oh, now he’s injured,” Wilbur scoffed.

“Recovering from injuries requires real energy from sleeping,” Technoblade said. “Not caffeine.” Tommy frowned and went to argue again, but Technoblade stopped him in his tracks by saying. “You can have hot chocolate instead.”

Tommy had been given chocolate twice by them. Once was as ice cream and once was in muffins, and it had been very good. He did not know what hot chocolate was, but he could guess it was a drink, it was warm, and it was chocolate. Those three things together sounded like they had to be good whereas coffee easily could still be bad. “Fine,” he relented.

“You can pick a flavor too if you want,” Niki offered with a smile. “I’ve got a list of all available ones here.” She tapped a little sign labeled: ‘Add a flavor.’

“Oh,” Tommy said, eyes scanning over the sizable selection. He definitely did not know what some of those flavors tasted like. What was Irish Cream? Like milk from Irish cows? “Uh…”

“Techno likes the salted caramel one,” she said when she saw him struggling.

Tommy’s nose scrunched up. “You put salt in your drink?” he asked, turning to the man.

“You are awfully judgmental for a starving child,” Technoblade noted dryly.

“I’m not a child! And it’s not my fault you have horrible tastes. First the lumpy bread and now you tell me you drink salt water? Straight from the ocean? Fish pee in that you know.”

“Get him the salted-caramel hot chocolate,” Technoblade said, choosing to ignore him, “and we’ll make Will have a vanilla hot chocolate in case he doesn’t like it.”

“I didn’t consent to that.”

Technoblade didn’t acknowledge Wilbur’s protest. “Then, a salted-caramel macchiato for me and,” he glanced at Tubbo who shrugged. “Make it two of those. Plus, let both of them pick a cinnamon roll.” He produced a credit card from his wallet and handed it to her.

She rung up the order and pointed out where the cinnamon rolls were in the case so they could both pick one and placed them in a box before moving the make the drinks.

“So, we do have a bit of room in the van. Is there any particularly bothersome produce that needs to be moved?” Wilbur asked. Tommy was immediately interested. That sounded like real illegal activity. By produce he probably meant drugs or something.

“Actually, yeah, there are, like a thousand raspberries in the back and they go bad so fast. I’m afraid they’ll start molding in the kitchen. Maybe you could get them stored someplace cooler.”

“We can probably do that. I have an inkling the streets will be cleared soon enough and we can get more trucks through.”

“Yeah,” she said. “How did you get a car all the way here, by the way?”

“Oh,” Wilbur said. Tommy could feel Tubbo tensing up beside him. “You know. We have our methods.”

“Mmm?” she said, but it was clear Wilbur wasn’t giving more than that, and Tubbo relaxed again.

She finished up making one of the drinks and handed it to Tommy. “Thanks,” he said when she did. He took a cautious sip, wary of the salt in the drink, but to his surprise he kind of liked it.

“Good?” Wilbur asked with a half-smile. Tommy nodded. “Great,” he turned to Niki, putting his hands on the counter in front of her, “can I please have a cappuccino then instead?”

“No,” said Technoblade.

“Sure, Will,” Niki replied. She went back to making the other drinks, and Tommy looked down at his hot chocolate. There was a brown cardboard wrap around the white coffee cup with a little symbol on the side that, Tommy realized after a few moments, he recognized even though he’d definitely never been here before.

Dream sometimes came into the office with a cup of coffee with that symbol, though it was by far not the only place he’d get coffee from. He did not seem to have a regular place when it came to coffee. The only reason Tommy remembered it was because Dream always seemed to be in a better mood whenever he came in with a coffee with that or another symbol on it instead of drinking office coffee. He’d always be a bit softer towards everyone on those days, willing to turn a blind eye to mistakes that would normally enrage him and to skip the parts of training Tommy hated.

Tommy was never sure why he was different then, but it was always a relief when those days came. He’d thought maybe caffeine helped keep his energy up. Having superspeed had to take a lot of energy, and maybe it made him tired most days. Still, Tommy wasn’t sure why normal office coffee wouldn’t work just as well. In fact, he was pretty sure it was more caffeinated than normal coffee.

“Alright,” Niki said, “let me just grab those raspberries from the back.”

Tommy watched as she left and came back with a giant box. To his surprise, when he glanced in the box as she handed it to Wilbur, it… literally just had raspberries in it.

“Wait, you’re literally just smuggling raspberries?” Tommy asked. It was definitely illegal, of course. They could get arrested if they were caught, but well, Wilbur could get arrested for a lot of things, so that didn’t matter much. It wasn’t quite what Tommy had in mind when he thought about supervillains’ evil plans.

Wilbur glanced at him. “Well,” he said. “The plants in the city have been growing very fast over the last couple of days including in the community gardens we sponsor.”

“You sponsor gardens?” Tommy asked.

“Yep.”

“Well, I guess that’s a little more illegal than just smuggling food,” he admitted. It was still pretty boring though. Tubbo and Tommy had been about to start something like that themselves before everything went down, though to be fair, it would have just been for them and wouldn’t have been a community garden which wasn’t considered quite as bad. “What else do you do?”

“Hmm…. We give a local hospital illegal donations,” Wilbur said, “and run a tutoring ring.”

“Do you give the hospital corpses?” Tommy asked.

“No,” Wilbur said with an eyeroll. “Mostly we buy them equipment. Techno gives blood sometimes too.”

“Like… his own blood?”

“Yes, Tommy. He doesn’t steal people’s blood to give to the hospital.” Tommy frowned. That was weird. Sure, sometimes certain people would give blood by court order when there was a major shortage, but other than that, only people in jail had to give blood routinely. Tommy didn’t know why Techno would do so voluntarily, but then again, these people were weird.

“I could steal blood to give to Fairview,” Technoblade said.

“Why that wouldn’t work has been explained to you by multiple people, multiple times,” Wilbur said. He turned back to Niki then. “We should probably get going before this conversation devolves more,” Wilbur said. “See you later, Niki. I’ll be in contact about transport for other produce. Sit tight.”

“Thanks, Will,” she said. “Have a nice day.”

They headed back to the car then. Tubbo seemed more at ease getting into the backseat with him this time, probably because he’d already been allowed out of it once before. Technoblade and Wilbur struggled to shove the box of raspberries into the back with Linda while discussing the logistics of getting all of the vegetables out of the city in the coming weeks. Tommy tuned out that boring conversation very quickly.

He and Tubbo made quick work of the cinnamon rolls even though Tommy found he wasn’t starving considering he’d eaten a good breakfast as well as probably too many muffins today. Tubbo did seem hungry though and thirsty too (or perhaps he just desperately wanted the caffeine) because he finished both his pastry and his drink far before Tommy did. Tommy, on the other hand, sipped on his hot chocolate for most of the ride back through the city and the woods and had just finished it when they pulled into the driveway that led to the house’s garage.

Tubbo kept his hand wrapped around the handle of his bag as they exited the car and walked into the house. Wilbur led them past the room set up for them for now and to the kitchen to find Phil, and that was it… they were here.

Technoblade plopped down onto one of the chairs in the dining area like it was his own home because it… you know… was. Tommy and Tubbo were just in the SBI’s kitchen, which was sort of their kitchen now, he guessed, since they’d kind of moved in as of two seconds ago.

There was nothing to mark the transition. They were just there now and that was apparently reality.

There was still tension in the air and more than there had been in the car. Tommy’s backpack with everything he’d grabbed from the apartment was still on his back and Tubbo was gripping onto his bag and staring at Phil with an unreadable expression on his face.

A timer dinging suddenly making both Tommy and Tubbo jump.

“Oh,” Phil said, turning around to his oven. He grabbed oven mitts and pulled out a tray. When he turned back around, he was looking down at the tray with a pinched brow. “I seem to have made cookies,” he said as though he did not quite remember doing so.

“God, I knew we shouldn’t have left him alone,” Technoblade said.

Phil shot him a look and then looked back at Tommy and Tubbo, tray still in hand. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Phil.”

“I gathered,” Tubbo said tersely.

“Welcome,” Phil said with a smile even though Tubbo was as stiff as a board and hadn’t offered his own name. “You can help yourself to anything on the table if you’d like,” he said, nodding to where the leftover chocolate chip muffins and cheery bread were from earlier. “These too but maybe let them cool a minute.”

“The muffins and cheery bread are good,” Tommy said mostly because it was true, but also because he had a feeling Tubbo was hungry still even after the cinnamon roll. He dragged him over towards the table, breaking the weird tension between him and Phil.

Tubbo ate a few more things when Tommy prompted him to and they both had a cookie when they were deemed cool enough. Phil did not leave the room, but he kept enough distance between him and Tubbo for Tubbo to calm down a bit.

Mostly Phil and Wilbur just bickered over who was doing all of these dishes since apparently Wilbur usually did the dishes when Techno and Phil cooked but Wilbur did not want to do all of these extra ones. Phil ended up ultimately losing the argument. Defeated, he turned to cleaning the dishes himself once Tubbo had eaten a few things. He suggested that Wilbur and Technoblade show them around the house since Tommy hadn’t seen most of it yet and Tubbo hadn’t seen any of it at all.

They agreed, starting the tour by showing them around outside the house first. It took a moment for Tommy to figure out why they wanted to show them a bunch of trees, but then he saw that being outside and around the plants calmed Tubbo down quite a bit and he understood.

Then, they showed them each of the rooms on this floor of the building and they even taught them how to get into the hidden staircase to the evil lair under the house. It was hidden by a fancy plate display in the hallway. They did ask them not to go down there by themselves for now because it was easy to get lost. Tubbo looked suspicious at that, but Tommy already knew it was basically a white labyrinth, so thought that was a fair request. He was still going to break into it as soon as they turned their backs though, that was for sure.

Tubbo and Tommy even got their own bathroom, which, of course, Tommy and Tubbo had had their own bathroom to share at their old apartment considering only they lived there, but this was different. This bathroom was about 4 times as large as the one they’d shared before and had a bathtub you could properly lay in to take a bath if you wanted. He’d bet it even had hot and cold water consistently. The only thing about it that made Tommy want to protest was its location.

“Why do we have to walk past a bathroom, Wilbur’s bedroom, and into the living room to get to our bathroom?” he asked.

“The bathroom between our bedrooms is already mine and all of my stuff is in there,” Wilbur explained. “It’s easier this way.”

This explanation seemed very suspicious to Tommy who narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t want to share a bathroom with Wilbur,” Techno supplied. “Trust me.”

“Get over it,” Wilbur said with an eyeroll.

“Sharing a bathroom with Wilbur is really just sharing a bathroom with Phil, but worse because you never have access to your own shampoo.”

“You’ve had your own bathroom for a decade, Technoblade.”

After the two finished squabbling about Wilbur’s bathroom hogging habits, Techno wandered off to his own bedroom, so Wilbur could show Tommy and Tubbo their room.

Tommy had already seen the room of course, but he was still impressed by how nice it was. Wilbur told them they could change the decorations if they wanted, though honestly Tommy liked what was there already. He also mentioned maybe getting them a desk. There had apparently been one in this room already, but it was a little too big with the bed, so they’d have to get a smaller one. Tubbo’s eyes lingered on the two empty pots on the windowsill filled with dirt, and Wilbur explained that they were free to plant whatever they wanted in them.

“Tommy already managed to figure out where clothes for him were, but things that should fit you are in these drawers and the left side of the wardrobe,” Wilbur told Tubbo. “They’re just approximately sized though, so, if something doesn’t fit right, just tell me. We can get it tailored or if you just don’t like it, we can replace it with something else.

‘Tailored,’ Tubbo mouthed at Tommy behind Wilbur’s back.

Tommy made a face, ‘Rich fuckers,’ he mouthed back.

“If there is anything else you want or need, just tell one of us, and we’ll get it if we can,” Wilbur said with a smile. Considering they casually just have a tailor, apparently, Tommy could probably get an alligator if he wanted one. “Dinner should be in about 45 minutes if the two of you want to get settled.”

“Sure,” Tubbo said, nodding.

“I’ll leave you alone for a bit then,” Wilbur said, retreating to the door. He let it close behind him leaving Tubbo and Tommy alone.

Tubbo puffed out a breath, seeming tired as he looked around the room. His eyes lingered on the decorations on the walls and the little knick-knacks all over the place. “Seems like a lot for a business deal,” he commented.

“What do you mean?”

Tubbo pulled his gaze to Tommy. “Let’s just get settled in first,” he said.

Tommy nodded, knowing exactly what he meant by that. He crossed to the wardrobe while Tubbo went to the bookshelf, and they both began methodically taking the entire room apart before putting things carefully back in place like they’d never been touched. They met in the middle of the room at the bed after searching their respective sides. They worked together to lift the mattress up but found nothing in the sheets or the mattress itself. The only thing they did find out was that the full-sized looking bed was actually made of two twin mattresses shoved together with something connecting them. Once finished with their search, they put it all back together again and sat down on top of the reconstructed mattress.

“Nothing,” Tubbo said.

“Nothing,” Tommy confirmed with a breath. No cameras. No microphones. No wires that set off silent alarms when they opened the window or door.

He turned to Tommy. “So, what the hell do you think is going on here, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“This is not the type of room you give to a business associate, Tommy,” Tubbo said with a sigh. “Something else is clearly going on here.”

“Something good or bad, you reckon?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Tubbo said, with a headshake.

They sat in silence for a couple of seconds. “Well, I think the room is pretty pog.”

“It is a nice room,” Tubbo agreed.

“And there aren’t even surveillance instruments in it.”

“They do seem to want us to trust them,” Tubbo said. His eyes landed on one of the empty pots and he stood up to wander over to it. Tommy watched as he slipped some sort of seed into it, and a moment later a dark blueish-purple flower with weird droopy petals started to grow from the soil. Then, he moved to sit on the windowsill and peer out into the forest, hand in his hoodie pocket. Tommy turned to his bag to unpack Henry and set him on the bed next to a bee plushie that had already been there before taking a seat on the mattress.

There was a knock on the door a little while later. “Dinner’s about done,” Wilbur said. “Can I open the door?”

“Sure,” Tommy replied, and the door opened.

“How do you like the room?” he asked, going for casual and missing the mark. It was clear that he really cared what they thought about the room, the idiot.

“If Phil designed it, it’s absolutely pog and I love it. If you did, it sucks and boo,” Tommy said casually.

Wilbur rolled his eyes but smiled too.

“It’s nice,” Tubbo said, turning to hop off the windowsill.

Wilbur turned to smile at him. “That one’s yours by the way,” he said, gesturing at the bee plushie that they’d put carefully back in place next to the pillows on the bed.

“Ah,” Tubbo said, glancing at it. He picked it up to study it for a moment. “It’s cute. Thanks.” He did not seem particularly interested in his plushie, simply placing it on the nightstand next to the left side of the bed.

Wilbur didn’t seem bothered by his lack of interest. “Alright, come on. Dinner time.”

Tubbo tilted his head at him. “Can I take the potted plant with me?” he asked.

“…If it would make you more comfortable, sure,” Wilbur said.

Tubbo nodded and grabbed his flower off the windowsill, caring it with him to the dining room.

Dinner was an awkward affair. Tommy began to get the sense that the awkwardness was between Tubbo and Phil since it’d been relatively fine when it was just Wilbur and Technoblade showing them around. Phil tried to dispel the awkwardness by talking to Tubbo and complimenting his flower, a monkshood apparently, but Tubbo tended to give him one-word answers or frown at him. Eventually, he seemed to decide not singling out Tubbo in conversation was the better plan, and that seemed to loosen up the room at least a bit. The food was good at least despite the tension.

“We’re going to watch a movie after dinner,” Wilbur told them as the meal was wrapping up. “You’re both free to watch with us.”

“Sure,” said Tommy.

Tubbo pursed his lips, seeming unhappy at the prospect. “…Okay.”

“You don’t have to,” Wilbur said.

Tubbo said nothing.

“I know you’re clingy,” Tommy said when Wilbur turned away to help Phil gather up dishes, his voice lowered, “but you can go to bed if you’re tired. I can watch a movie by myself.”

Tubbo shook his head and Tommy sighed. There was nothing to be done when Tubbo decided to be a clingy fuck.

Dinner was cleaned up quickly and they migrated into the living room. Phil stayed in the kitchen to make popcorn even though they’d literally just ate and Technoblade went to his room to grab something. Wilbur flopped down on the right side of the couch and grabbed what Tommy recognized as the Netflix remote. Tommy took the initiative to plop down in the seat next to him while he started scrolling through his Netflix account.

“What’s wrong with my recommendations?” he muttered to himself. Tommy suppressed a smirk at that. Tubbo eyed the seating options and eventually decided to take a seat next to Tommy on the last available place on the couch.

Eventually, fed up with his recommendations, he hit the search bar instead. “Any requests?” he asked turning to Tubbo and Tommy.

Tommy stared at him blankly and he imagined Tubbo was giving a similar expression.

“Right,” he said. He thought for a few seconds and then started to type something in.

Technoblade came back from his room with a book (which was weird since they were watching a movie, but Tommy didn’t mention it) and took a seat in the armchair nearest Tubbo. Phil came in with a giant bowl of popcorn and set it on the table in front of them before taking the only remaining seat in an armchair near Wilbur. When everyone settled, Wilbur started the movie.

It ended up being a movie about cars that turned into giant alien robots. Or the other way around? Whatever. It was sort of a loud and actiony movie which is why Tommy was surprised when Tubbo suddenly slumped over about 20 minutes into it and proceeded to not stir when Tommy poked him with his foot.

Tommy shook his head. “He should have just gone to bed.”

Wilbur hummed in agreement and offered him more popcorn which he took even though he literally hadn’t been actually hungry all day. It was, admittedly, a bit more relaxing with Tubbo unconscious than it had been since this morning. If he ended up pressed up against Wilbur’s side, that was purely to give the sleeping Tubbo more room.

When the movie ended, Tubbo was still out cold. At some point Phil had tossed Tommy a blanket to throw over him, but the way he was slumped on the couch still probably wasn’t comfortable.

“Maybe you should wake him up and have him go to bed,” Phil suggested, softly.

Tommy nodded and reached over to shake him. “Tubbo,” he said.

It took a bit of shaking to get him to stir. “Fu’ ‘ff,” was finally murmured back.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Seriously Tubbo, or I’ll get the water.”

He whined unhappily and peeled his eyes open, but as soon as he clocked where he was, he sat bolt up, smacking their heads together in his haste.

“Ow! Bitch!”

“The movie’s over,” Wilbur told him. “We thought you might want to head to bed since you seem tired.”

Tubbo shook his head. “I’m awake,” he insisted, but his eyes told a different story as they tried to flutter shut against his will.

Technoblade got to his feet. “How about I at least get you a toothbrush and you can get ready for bed even if you don’t end up going to sleep afterwards?” he suggested.

“…Fine,” he agreed. He got to his feet and Technoblade led him off to a hall closet to get some stuff and then he went into their bedroom to get a change of clothes.

He disappeared into the bathroom for about 10 minutes and came back with his hair wet from the shower and dressed in light green pajama pants and a hoodie. Apparently, taking a shower had only made him more tired because he looked dead on his feet.

“C’mon, Tubs,” Tommy said, decisively. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“M’fine,” he murmured.

“Bed,” Tommy said, shoving him in the direction of their room.

“I should stay awake,” he said once the door closed behind them but didn’t resist Tommy shoving him into the bed.

“You’ve got to sleep at some point, Tubbo,” Tommy reasoned. Personally, he wasn’t tired, but he still laid down on the bed next to him. He patted his still damp hair and Tubbo reached out to curl his hands into Tommy’s shirt. His normally cold hands were still warm from the shower. “It’ll be alright.”

The other boy fell back asleep after only a few minutes, his hand going limp against Tommy’s chest. Tommy detangled himself from him to slip back out of the room.

Technoblade had taken over ownership of the television by the time Tommy made it back to the living room. He was playing some video game still seated in the armchair. Phil and Wilbur were partially watching him play, but mostly were just talking to each other in quiet tones.

When Wilbur noticed him, the conversation did not stop, but he smiled welcomingly, and Tommy took the invitation to plop back down on the couch in the same position he’d been in for the movie.

He tuned into the conversation he and Phil were having. “You’re talking about the vegetables again?” he groaned. “Is that all you supervillains do? Where’s all the fun stuff?”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, and an arm was suddenly coming for Tommy’s neck too fast and close for Tommy to dodge away from it. Before he could even fully register the attack, he’d been yanked to the side and Wilbur’s opposite hand was ruffling through his hair, the action quick and intense, but gentle still.

Tommy got the impression that it was supposed to annoy him, but instead, he relaxed into it when he realized that hair ruffling was the extent of the assault. The ruffling slowed into stroking his hair when Wilbur noticed, the already rather forgiving hold around his neck loosing further. “You’re technically still a hostage as far as the heroes know,” he said. “So, I think that’s enough ‘fun’ for us right now.”

“Dumbass,” Tommy declared.

“Don’t worry, Techno and I will teach you all of the illegal things in time.”

“Why not Phil?”

“Phil’s a pussy.”

Phil reached over to smack at his head with a clearly gentle hand because all Wilbur did was laugh in response.

“I want to steal,” Tommy informed him. “I’m good at that.”

Wilbur leaned over to whisper conspiratorially directly in Tommy’s ear. “We’ll practice on Techno.”

“No, you won’t,” said Technoblade without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Yet, if I were to yell at him to fold the laundry while playing that game, he would somehow magically not hear me,” Phil said.

“What was that?” Technoblade asked.

Phil tossed a piece of rogue popcorn that had fallen onto the coffee table at his head. He did not react, and it fell to the floor.

Wilbur winked at Tommy meaningfully which he interpreted as confirmation that they were soon going to commit many crimes against Technoblade no matter what he said. Tommy suppressed a chuckle before turning his attention to trying to figure out what Technoblade was doing in his video game.

It wasn’t until a couple of hours later that anyone else got tired enough to go to bed, and of course it was old man Philza. He gave Techno a pat on the head that was more like a bop on the head and Wilbur a kiss on the cheek. He hesitated at Tommy but ended up leaning over to ruffle his hair gently before telling them all goodnight and heading into his bedroom.

Technoblade stayed up to play his game and Wilbur sat on his phone for a bit, throwing out comments on the game every so often. Tommy watched Techno play with interest even though he didn’t quite know what was going on in the game. He seemed to be winning though, that was for sure if the fireworks going off behind his character every so often meant anything.

Tommy had been wrapped up in watching Techno’s character run around so much that he didn’t realize Wilbur was starting to nod off until a sudden weight slumped on top of him, pinning one of his arms and most of his torso under the weight.

Ghostbur flickered into existence about half a second later, hovering over the side of the couch Tubbo had vacated hours ago. Tommy had never seen him appear before. He sort of faded in and out over the course of half a minute, not speaking or seeming to see anything before he finally solidified (as much as a ghost astral projection thing solidified).

“You fell asleep on top of me you prick,” Tommy said in a whisper as soon as the ghost had gathered himself enough to look over at him.

Ghostbur did not seem at all properly chided. “Aw! Hello, Tommy.”

Tommy glared at him. “Technoblade, he’s being a prick and has trapped me. Help!”

Technoblade just grunted at him in response, continuing to play his game without so much as a pause.

“You’re useless,” Tommy muttered. Ghostbur reached out to brush Tommy’s hair out of his eyes, and it took Tommy a second to remember… “You fucker,” he said. “Aren’t I blue enough yet?”

“Hmm,” Ghostbur said, his tone warm and soft even though the bop Tommy got on the nose was cold. “No.” Both of his hands descended to cup Tommy’s cheeks.

“You bastard,” Tommy growled. He smacked at him with his free hand, but it just went straight through the ghost despite him being physical enough to hold Tommy’s face captive. Tommy gave up on fighting after a moment, slumping under the warm weight of a sleeping Wilbur and the cold touch of his ghost.

“Technoblade, I have Tommy,” Ghostbur cooed, delighted.

“Good job, Ghostbur,” Techno said absently.

“Pricks. Both of you.”

Ghostbur just squeezed his cheeks a bit, content with being an annoyingly affectionate bastard, and Tommy sighed dolefully allowing him to do as he wished.

He fell asleep there on the couch eventually despite Wilbur crushing him. At least, he assumed he did because he didn’t remember anything past some point. Somehow, he made it back to the room they’d given him, though he did not remember walking there.

He would wake up the next morning to Tubbo still asleep next to him. Tubbo would sleep for a few hours more after that, but Tommy would get up. Technoblade and Phil would already be up and drinking coffee together at the kitchen table (which considering Technoblade had still been awake when Tommy fell asleep made Tommy wonder when he slept) and Wilbur would be in the bathroom taking way too long to shower for any normal human being. Tommy would eat breakfast and take a shower himself (not that any soap could scrub the new blue stains off of his face) before Wilbur finally exited his bathroom.

And things could always end up turning bad, but for the moment, Tommy was content.

Author Note:

Oh, kids, you should always let your new Tubbo sniff the Dad™ through the door before introducing them.

Also, if you're curious, yes, Technoblade carried both of his idiots to bed when he finally looked up from his game at probably about 3:30 in the morning.

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What do you mean? Why would you think that was Dream's power? Obviously he just runs fast. :)

[miltonthecatherder]

I virtually adopted a “HeroRat” named Ronin, a Gambian Pouched Rat who works in Cambodia to detect land mines with the charity Apopo. Last month, he cleared 5960 square meters of land and found two land mines and two unexploded ordnances (UXO). He’s very good at what he does and I’m so proud of “my” smart little rat! More information is below:

You may have heard about another HeroRat named Magawa. He also worked in Cambodia and during his five year career, he cleared over 225,000 square meters of land and found 71 land mines and 38 UXOs, making him Apopo’s most successful HeroRat. In September 2020, he was awarded the People’s Dispensary for Sick Animals (PDSA) Gold Medal for animal bravery, the equivalent of the UK’s George Cross. He was the first rat to receive the award since the PDSA started administering awards in 1943.

These giant rats are a very effective part of demining operations. First, at only up to 1500 grams (3.3 pounds) in size, they are much too light to set off any of the explosives. No rat has ever been injured or killed in a minefield. And since they’re trained to only indicate for the smell of TNT, they ignore harmless scrap metal, something that a human deminer with a metal detector can’t do. Because of this, a rat can clear an area the size of a tennis court in about 20 minutes, something that would take a human up to four days to accomplish. They live up to eight years, much longer than other species of rats. They can retire at six years old, but may continue to work for as long as they want to and if they continue to perform well and pass weekly health checks.

Apopo also uses rats for other tasks as well. They have rats checking sputum samples for tuberculosis, the deadliest infectious disease in the world. A rat can check 100 samples for TB in about 20 minutes, which would take a human up to four days using microscopy. The rats have helped to raise detection rates by 40 percent in partner clinics. It is estimated that the rats have helped stop the spread of TB to up to 15 people per year by getting TB patients diagnosed and on treatment.

Apopo is also looking into new uses for their HeroRats. They recently launched a program for finding illegally trafficked animal parts and are working to create a program to use rats in search and rescue operations. There’s a lot that these little rats can do!

If rats are not your thing, Apopo also has two non-rat programs. HeroDogs are Belgian Malinois dogs that can do technical surveys for land mines in areas with thick vegetation. The rats require areas that have been prepared in advance with little vegetation, so both serve complementary roles in demining operations. HeroTrees are projects to plant trees, encourage sustainable farming practices and convert former mine fields to agriculture areas.

Unfortunately, due to the recent cuts in the United States, foreign aid organizations like Apopo have lost an important source of funding. Apopo has had to stop their demining operations in Zimbabwe, though they remain committed to continuing and even expanding their TB program. This is likely impacting other foreign aid organizations, so donating to a reputable charity or even just raising awareness about it is something that people can do to help mitigate the effects of these cuts. Charities will often have all of the ways that you can help them on their website.

For Apopo, you can donate on their website, either as a single donation or a recurring annual or monthly donation. You can purchase a number of personalized charitable gifts for someone, including a basket of bananas for a rat treat, a "love bomb" (what Apopo calls a controlled detonation to neutralize a land mine), a clay pot nest for a rat couple in the charity's breeding program, maintenance of the TB team's motorbikes, TB education for local communities or a bone for a HeroDog.

As mentioned earlier, you can also adopt a HeroRat or HeroDog and receive a virtual certificate and welcome pack and monthly updates on "your" rat or dog. Along with Ronin, you can adopt another land mine detection rat in Angola named Baraka, a TB detection rat in Tanzania named Tamasha, a wildlife products detection rat in Tanzania named Jane (after Jane Goodall), a technical survey dog in Cambodia named Kim and another technical survey dog in Ukraine named Khai/Khaeshad.

Apopo also has a store where you can buy HeroRat merchandise, including a wooden rat pendant, a rat plushie and a bullet money clip made by AMMO Jewelry in Siem Reap, Cambodia. You can also buy a physical adoption package for Ronin that includes a physical adoption certificate and welcome package and the stuffed toy.

[fuj0wuj0]

Hiiiiii!!!!! Disaster Husbands facts?? Ramdog facts?? Random Oc fact?? 👉👂👈 I am. Perceiving Auditorily :) No pressure btw!!! Regardless I really hope you are feeling better and your sickness is letting you get some rest :D

OMG HI GALE HIIII!!!! 💕💕 Thanks for the concern!! The sickness has been. horrible. but I can BREATHE right now so maybe this week's the last?!?!?! I hope so...

Every time you ask me an OC related question an angel gets its wings btw thank you for letting me talk. this is enrichment to me

Reply under the cut as to not clutter the dash of those who care not 😌😌

Okay, so let's start with ramdog <33 My OGs

We all know that Sherman has like. Separation anxiety right. 😭😭 It was not intended to be canon at first, but after the iconic Piano Piece, I just figured it'd be really funny... Not for him, though... At least he gets some good work done when he's broody, right…? Haha...

Their families love their respective partners so much... Sherman's mom and sister pretty much immediately adopted Obi because he matches their energy 100%. Obi's parents almost passed out from happiness when they met Sherman because HOLY SHIT THEIR SHITASS SON BROUGHT HOME A DECENT GUY. Ms. Katsura loves having him over for dinner. Real pleasant guy 🥰He gets so many jars of pickled food when he visits with Obi that they can barely carry them to the car. They also both hang out with Hana (Obi's sis) pretty regularly! :D

They have beef with their elderly neighbor. Not because she's homophobic, but because they're legit unpleasant neighbors (Obi smokes in the shared corridor + Sherman plays the piano very early in the morning) 😭

They get married post-canon (quite a while after all the gang shit is resolved) :DD [I'm sorry I know all my OCs are getting gay married all the time, no one's surprised. I have a bias 🙏🙏]

As I've stated some time before, Sherman doesn't usually let others see his ears. Yes, Obi has seen them multiple times. Yes, he teases him about it a lot. (all in good fun, though - and Sherman usually gets back at him immediately. Like ok dog, tough words from someone within Tail Grabbing distance)

Since Sherman is usually home more, he kind of assigned himself housekeeper (fair enough, Obi's a slob). They don't need to cook super often though, Katsura keeps giving them tupperware full of food so they usually live off of that for 5 days a week HAH

Sherman hates smoking, but he often has cigarette breath. Go figure 😏

At the beginning of their relationship (familiar, not romantic) Obi almost never uses Sherman's name. He just calls him Mozart, Chopin or Wolfgang 😭 It pisses Sherman off, so Obi just switches to Sher when he's trying to be less of a little shit. The actual name is reserved for y'know. Emotional vulnerability and all that. (Later on, 'Mozart' stops being an irritating nickname. It kinda grew on him...)

RAAARGH many thoughts about them but I'm not hitting the post limit 2nite. Okay Disaster Husbands go!!

Funny story, both Ulysses and Kallen were totally different in their first "drafts"!

OG Kallen was much more... Open? And a little sassy? Like, still very much straight-faced, but he didn't have that professional air 24/7. I'd even say he was pretty open with his emotions. Emotional outbursts weren't above him, dude really knew how to argue in a heated moment. I like to think that this is how Kallen would be if Orso didn't make him into a living weapon 😭 The current Kallen is also freakier (😏)

And OG Ulysses...Oh my god. God, ew. When I say "CEO in a wattpad fanfic", this is what I mean. Dude was insufferable. Aggressive, broody fellow with unresolved anger issues who thinks he can do and have and say whatever he wants. An now he's a tiger? Hell no. Match made in hell. Incompetent Dork Ulysses >>>> Angry Baddie Ulysses, any day.

Ok onto actual little trivias--

Ulysses loves buying his loved ones gifts. Kallen doesn't know how to accept a gift gracefully (didn't like getting stuff from Orso, neither).

Catpeople don't control when they purr. And Ulysses purrs LOUD. (imagine trying to be subtle and act like you're not bothered by that Pretty Guy On Your Couch but you sound like an industrial drill. yeah.)

Their glasses clank together when they kiss sometimes <3 #goals

I don't see them going out on dates much, BUT I think Ulysses would order some good tiramisu and they could cuddle on the couch maybe.....

Kallen kept his identity hidden from the press/tabloids for a while out of habit (not that good for a sniper to be out with their face plastered on celebrity gossip, afterall), but when the dust settled they eventually made their wedding public. Ulysses would probably stay a little anxious about it, always making sure that Kallen's okay with being out in public / on camera 100 times.

I think they could have another kid in the future..? I have this faint idea of them having a daughter by the name of Roma, but that feels a little on the nose with the...italian-greek parent combo 😐 We'll see, though! They're content with just Juno rn 😌

and as some extras, not related to the couples:

Kallen's afraid of making a kid feel like he did with Orso (unsure whether they're loved or not). I can totally see him being a little overprotective/overbearing.

Aaahhh, that was a lot...Honestly as I was writing this I realized that disaster husbands are kind of hard to write about in trivia form?? Maybe because they're _relatively_ new...

Still, it was fun to write it all out!! Thanks for the question as always, Gale <33

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

You know how you always apologize in the tags when you go on a Paw Patrol rant? Well, I for one really enjoy your little essays, I love how unashamedly passionate you are about Paw Patrol, how you overanalyze and theorize about it just like I do, it's why I love this blog so much, I love nerding out with you over these cute cartoon dogs

How dare you do this to me when I'm sick and emotional (/j) 😭🫂💜 I'm gonna cry (edit: ok I actually did, a bit XD)

Seriously now, thank you so much too. Every time I see you popping up around in any of my askboxes I go like "OH MY GOD COTTON CANDY SENT ME AN ASK AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH LET'S SEE WHAT IT'S ABOUT THIS TIME" - really, Blue and Eryx can confirm, I go nuts for a whole minute or two in our little Discord server XDD it's always a joy to see you around.

I guess I tend to apologize because it's a little like an automatic reaction... It wasn't THAT MUCH or that bad, but I've been told numerous times I shouldn't focus so much on things that are soooooo not for my age. I always have to remind relatives and their friends that it's people my age or older who get to work on producing these things in the first place. And I know people hear these things since early on too, it's annoying, like what the hell, let us live our little lives, we're not actively affecting yours XD

I still find it funny, how passionate I got about Paw Patrol, because when I started watching it, I wasn't expecting to get SO INTO IT.

When I stop to think, most my profile pics on social media/messaging apps are now of Paw Patrol. I've been watching it since January, right after my dog Dakota died. I got now two blogs (and a half bc I'm sorta "helping" Eryx with her askblog of Everest/Tracker/Rex so I was added as a mod there) only for Paw Patrol stuff instead of mixing it around in my personal blog like most my other interests/fandoms. My Telegram art channel has been 90% Paw Patrol arts this entire year so far, except for commissions. I met amazing people in this fandom and even got one hate comment LMAO there's this old Tumblr saying that states your blog hasn't truly started until you get a hate message 😂 Heck I even bought three toys so far! It's been AGES since I last bought anything fandom related for myself, on anything at all. The one thing that comes to mind is the Lightning McQueen origins storybook last year (still gotta remember to buy Jackson Storm's and Cruz Ramirez's too). I usually make/paint/craft my own stuff instead of buying (one of the several reasons I relate to Rocky!).

I just, wow? It's real. I got this whole thing going on and it makes me smile every day and I don't want it to stop any soon. I started watching the show as a way to soothe myself and relax my stressed brain after Dakota's passing. Didn't expect to get so far. I'm glad I did and that I'm here with you guys.

Thanks for being part of what makes it so special for me too, Cotton Candy. You're amazing and I love it whenever you show up bringing more stuff for me to talk about 💜 PAW PATROL IS ON A ROLL, MY FRIEND, LET'S GOOOOOOO