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sakuyabell · 1 year ago
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Would it be possible to see the pet chicken... sounds like a lovely creature
Absolutely, behold:
Her name is Nugget- she thinks she is a person because she is imprinted on humans! Her older sibling was unfortunately...eaten, I suspect...by mom, so I stole her as she hatched the next day.
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I didn't have an incubator for her since I expected the hen to take care of things, so I had to make do. Since she was a single chick, she would cry constantly if nobody was there, so we carried her around everywhere. At the time, I was on summer break for uni so I could spend all day with her. A week or so later, we picked up some more chicks at the store to keep her company, but at that point, she was already attached. She is a Serama so is very small!
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First one is when she was getting her first feathers :)
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She comes when called, flies and perches on people when she sees them (has jumped a mailman), gets in my car when I try to leave for work, and runs in the house when the door is opened. She will also sit at the door and scream until you let her in...and is VERY loud. The mentioned lockscreen photo is this:
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steddielations · 1 year ago
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Wayne pov, implied neglect, abandonment
Wayne gets a call from Hawkins Elementary that Eddie hasn’t been to school in two days.
They couldn’t get ahold of Al on the phone, as usual. Wayne hopes his suspicions are wrong, but he already knows what he’s going to find when he shows up to the shabby old house on Philadelphia street with a McDonald’s bag in hand.
His knock on the door goes unanswered, but he sees small fingers and big round eyes peeking through the side window blinds. 
“Hey, Eddie, it’s your Uncle Wayne. Open the door, it’s alright.”
Eddie shuffles away from the window, but there’s still no answer.
“You hungry? I brought those nugget things you like, that’s all. Some kinda toy in here too.”
After a moment, the door slowly opens a sliver. One big button eye peeks through the crack and a pale skinny arm reaches out.
Wayne hands over the food. “Gonna let me come inside?” 
Eddie’s arm snakes back in with the bag like a claw machine. But after another moment, the door swings open fully, revealing Eddie in rumpled clothes at least a couple days worn. The shadows under his eyes tell Wayne all he needs to know.
“Dad’s gone to the store,” Eddie smiles nervously, he didn’t inherit Al’s ability to lie behind it. “He said he’ll be right back.”
Wayne just nods as he comes inside. One look around confirms what he already knew. By the window, there’s a blanket and a scatter of candy wrappers and empty soda cans where Eddie’s been sleeping. Waiting and watching the driveway for Al.
This wouldn’t be the first time Al’s gone off and left Eddie to fend for himself. Wayne’s been helping out as much as he can since Eddie’s poor mama passed. He doesn’t know much about raising kids but he knows Al’s one dumb selfish bastard to be leaving Eddie alone for days since the ripe age of 8.
Wayne ignores the twist in his chest and the stab of anger he feels and doesn’t mention it. He follows Eddie to the coffee table in front of the couch where Eddie digs into the McDonald’s sack.
“School called and said you weren’t there. You feelin’ bad?” He reaches out, gently pushing back Eddie’s wild curls to feel his forehead. He’s surprised Eddie lets him, too busy scarfing down chicken nuggets. “No fever.” Wayne notes, but Eddie’s hair needs a good wash.
Eddie’s narrow shoulders slump a bit. He doesn’t look at Wayne, tearing open his chocolate milk with his teeth. 
“I just— didn’t wanna go today. I hate school. Miss Taylor always gives me a bad behavior grade even when I act the best in class. She calls me Junior. Munson Junior.”
“Thought you liked being called Junior. Like your dad.”
Eddie shrugs, those shadows darkening on him. “Everyone forgets I have my own name too. Sometimes I just wanna be Eddie.”
Already, he’s feeling the weight of his last name. Al taught him to hotwire the second he turned 10 and how to pick locks even before that. Munson tradition, Al wouldn’t listen when Wayne told him that’s bullshit. What seem like cool tricks to Eddie now already make him guilty in everyone’s eyes. Wayne’s been feeling it all his life, thanks to his old man and now Eddie’s got Al to thank for making it even worse.
“That’s good, you just keep reminding them,” Wayne says, being careful with his next words. “When you finish that, why don’t you go pack a bag, alright? You can come stay with me until your dad gets back.”
Eddie goes stiff, chewing slower now. “It— it hasn’t been long. He said he’d be right back.” His eyes drift over to Wayne, checking to see if he buys it. Wayne doesn’t. So Eddie huffs, “I wanna stay here. I hate the trailer park.”
That’s just him repeating Al’s shit talk, so Wayne doesn’t take offense. “Your friend’s been askin’ about you. That little girl next door.”
Eddie perks up at that, “Ronnie?” Wayne nods and thinks that does the trick for a second, but Eddie stubbornly sulks again. “I can’t go. Dad told me to stay here until he gets back.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be here alone. You don’t have to be.”
“I’m not scared to stay by myself,” Eddie insists, sitting up straighter, looking even younger trying to look older. “Dad said I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m 10 now and I can look after myself. He taught me to use the stove and everything. I always do fine on my own.”
“So he’s been leaving a lot, then? You know you can call me to come pick you up,” Wayne tries not to frame it like it’s Eddie’s fault, pointing to where his phone number is pinned on the fridge with a magnet.
Eddie’s lip wobbles despite how he tries to square his jaw.
“There’s nothing wrong.”
“You ain’t—”
“You said to call if I need you and I don’t need you, Wayne! I'm fine!”
Eddie shoves the food away, his eyes wide and shiny when he cuts them back to Wayne. Not glaring with anger, just hurt. 
“It’s not fine,” Wayne tells him, gentle as the first time he held him, just a tiny thing all bundled up in Elizabeth’s knitting. “Your dad’s got his head in his ass again. You can’t stay here on your own, no matter what he said. I ain’t leaving you by yourself.”
“I’m not going.” Eddie’s more pleading now than arguing. “I have to stay here so Dad can find me when he gets back. Don’t you get that? If I’m not here, I won’t see him.”
That’s what it’s really about, Eddie thinking it’s his responsibility to keep up with his Dad. Instead of the other way around.
“If he comes looking for you, he’ll know where to find you.” But Al won’t. It’s never Eddie that he comes back for. Wayne doesn’t tell Eddie that, but now Eddie’s starting to learn that on his own. Al proved it to him time and time again.
“Why do you even care?” Eddie’s angry now. But it’s not really Wayne that he’s mad at. They both know that.
“It’s alright, son, c’mon now.” Wayne reaches for him but Eddie quickly pushes his hand away.
“You aren’t my dad.” Tears escape with the words, and seeing his pain hurts Wayne more than anything he could say, or do. He pushes Wayne again. “So why do you care? Why are you here?”
He doesn’t need an answer, he just needs to let it out.
So Wayne sits there while Eddie shoves his chest and cries harder, “You aren’t my dad. Why do you care?” Wayne curls his hands around Eddie’s smaller ones as the question turns to, “Why aren’t you?” Then it’s a broken little sob of, “Why aren’t you my dad?”
Wayne catches Eddie when he finally tires himself out, and instead of pushing Wayne away, Eddie’s clinging to him. Eddie’s holding on like Wayne’s all he’s got left in the world. Wayne hugs Eddie to his chest, wishing there was more he could do.
Al put a hole in Eddie and he’s digging it deeper everyday, one that Wayne won’t ever quite fit into. He tries to fill it the best he can, giving Eddie the only bedroom in the trailer, going to the talent show because Al never makes good on his promises to be there for Eddie, not letting Eddie stay in this damn house alone waiting for someone who’s never gonna show up. Maybe Wayne’s not that someone, but he can still be here for Eddie. And he’s gonna be.
“C’mon, let’s get you outta here.”
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icarusredwings · 3 months ago
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Does anyone else think about how chill Lucy Saxon is? They were together for about a year before the Doctor showed up.
Imagine you move in with your boyfriend and he does some kinda weird stuff like watches kids cartoons, eats you out of house and home, probably doesn't sleep much, is obsessed with hurting people and some dude named the Doctor and when you ask "Oh in what?"
"Hes not even a real doctor!!"
"...then why dont you call him something else?"
"You wouldn't get it." And he just starts pouting?
Or one of his favorite things to do is sit in a big fancy desk in a full suit and watch shows for 2 year olds with you on his lap but Oh it makes him so happy, and everone has their quirks right? So he cant be THAT bad?
But then you come home the next day and hes trashed the apartment and is rocking in the corner about the voices in his head?? Most people would leave there. But not my girl Lucy, she fr said "Sickness and in health. And you sir. Are very sick. But thats okay. Lets go get snacks and you can yell at the maid to clean it up"
"Yay! And were gonna get ice cream."
"Ooh ice cream :)"
Maybe this is a hot take, but I can see him just grabbing her and kissing her like all the time. Whether someone is around or not, just because he can. Obviously as a power move but eh. Poor thing was always so confused and SUNK into his affection like MAN if you don't start treating your wife right marthas sister is going to STEAL her from you. You big meanie.
I think about how loyal she is to him despite being told about him and shes like "Bitch do i look stupid? I've watched him eat his chicken nuggets with spicy peach jam and have a billion melt downs because he hears stuff other people cant."
I really like the scene where theyre watching that one woman get killed by the toclafane. The one where they keep opening the door and even the master is like "oof that's messy" then hugs her? I dont know. Him genuinely being like 😬 was kinda funny.
I have a headcanon that at some point Lucy admits she's infertile and can't have kids, and being the way he is, the Master is like, "Okay! We'll adopt!" And then the man brings home some murder cyber spheres like "Tada!! Kids!" She just sits and blinks like "What the actual?"
"I got us 6 billion kids!"
"...when I said 6.. I meant the age.. not the number.."
"Oh. Well too late now. Kids go say hi to mommy!"
She just swallows and gets tense like "Oh... hello.."
Not at all saying he didn't mistreat/abuse her (and literally everyone else) a shit ton, and he deserved getting shot so don't think im trying to do that but thinking about how WEIRD this dude must be and she really stuck it out seeing how looney he must have been.
Lucy " Till death do us part mother fucker" Saxon.
We support loyalty in this house. Lucy Darling you did nothing wrong *gentle head kiss* 😌
Master go sit in the fucking corner and think about what you've done. *agressive head kiss* Go on! Get! You very bad boy ☝️🤨
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talesfrommedinastation · 9 months ago
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My Redneck Neighbor Doug has watched The Bad Batch Season 3 opener:
LEEEEET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!
This is more pithy than normal: Doug's been busy with work, as have I. But I'm determined to hear his thoughts on The Daddy Warcrimes 'n Company so here we go!
These were all via text messages, btw.
CW: Doug Doug's as you know Doug will do. Away!
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Episode 1: 'Little Orphan Blondie's Shit Internship at The Museum of Science and Industry'
Poor Little Orphan Blondie, stuck in The Museum of Science and Industry in a shit summer job because they got bills to pay. Except they got rid of the dinosaurs and walk in heart and filled it with gross shit.
Hey look, they still got the coal mine exhibit! Man I miss Chicago.
(Doug, that museum has never had dinosaurs. “What, since when?”)
MUTANT JIMMERS EVERYWHERE! Aw, Little Orphan Blondie gave one her chicken nuggets! And it’s shy, aw, I hope it’s okay.
Poor Mutant Jimmers…she named her?! Swear to Christ Almighty if that dog gets Old Yeller’d I’ll just lose it. 
That freaky alien thing that ran the mall on the ocean looks sad, I bet she wishes she fell into the water and got eaten by a shark or something. I wish you did too, lady. 
The Sons of Robocop really are everywhere, they must be a cult or something. They look cool, I’d join, why not. Think they get 401ks?
Oh man, Daddy Warcrimes is down bad. Poor Daddy Warcrimes. Man, all my clone boys are stooped and sad…this ain’t good. 
At least Little Orphan Blondie can craft! Man, she should start selling those at the Museum of Science and Industry’s gift shop. Maybe Tarkin can bring one back for the grandchildren he’s not allowed to talk to since the restraining order was put in.
Oh, there’s Stepsister Beth, she seems on edge. Must’ve gotten divorced recently, don’t blame her ex, I bet she screamed at him for leaving cabinets open who knows. How do her eyeballs not hurt after wearing those dumb glasses all day?
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Episode 2: 'Night Elves and Neverland Ranch'
The night elves from Warcraft invaded Star Wars and got horns or something and now they have a castle that looks like a boss level in Diablo IV or V or how many Diablo games they got now.
Now they yelling at people and throwing them in the basement today. Makes sense, gotta fight the orcs and stuff. Think they fight the orcs in the basement?
The Night Elf Horned Queen hired Daddy Rambo and Julio to get people, I guess they’re turning into Boba Fett or something. They got her son's horn back, guess that's good. Oh they need new paint jobs on their armor.
Do they end up in the basement in the Diablo Boss Level? No? And off they go! 
Daddy Rambo and Julio are in their homeland of FLORIDA! Hell yeah, SPACE FLORIDA! And they’re bringing the talking trashcan with them using straps! Go Julio go!  Yeah, boa vines, this is TOTALLY the Everglades! 
Escaped clone boys! Oh man! Shit, is Neverland Ranch in the jungle? Oh man–oh, they know what they’re doing. Good kids. Real good kids. Oh what happened to the rest of them? Oh Meat Muffin, this ain't good :(.
You know what? Them clone boys are smart, take it back, this ain’t Space Florida, this is Space Louisiana! Them baby boys gone get feral and run off into the bayou and live in the caves and now you know my origin story, Meat Muffin! 
If this was Florida they'd just end up working the late shift at Zaxby's and smoking rocks in the parking lot. We know better, we French and all.
I bet they’ve been living on nutria and half-empty chicken boxes from behind the gas stations. Resourceful scrappy kids and I can tell its making Daddy Rambo proud.
Oh holy SHIT, there go them vines! It's like the kudzu all over again, maybe this is LaFourche Parish?
See, them boys are definitely white trash, Mandalorian rednecks. Look at em, living in the woods and hijacking a plane, but they good kids, saving their brothers. Even saved the robot too. 
Man, all the feels, them poor little boys. What will they do now?  Oh, they're going to Space Daytona! Good, wait, I saw the trailer, doesn't the Empire invade it? THIS AIN'T GOOD MEAT MUFFIN!!!
Wait...where's Toaster Strudel and Rex?
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Episode 3: 'Blondie Got a Gun'
Well here's the Emperor. He wants to be immortal. Gotta make that other movie make sense or something.
Where's Darth Vader? Is he running the government when the Emperor is running around giggling?
Don’t you DARE kill Mutant Jimmers, you damn droid. I hate that ugly assed stupid thing. It looks like its scarecrow daddy fucked a microwave and then left it enough money to go to Planned Parenthood but instead spent it on crack and there ya go.  
Oh shut your goddamned yap, Jimmy the Scientist. I bet he gloves that hand up because he keeps shoving it up his own ass and that's why he walks funny all the damn time.
The Emperor also has a Diablo IV or VIII boss level all to himself too at the Museum of Science and Industry. How many Diablo games are there, Meat Muffin?
YEAH, LITTLE ORPHAN BLONDIE! GIT ER DONE!!! They're out! Oh wow! There she goes with Daddy Warcrimes! Kill em all and let GOD SORT THEM OUT! That's my GIRL!!!!
Blondie’s got a gun 
Blondie’s got a gun
Her whole world's come undone
Shooting droids is FUN!
GO MUTANT JIMMERS GO!!!! 
YEAH BLONDIE DADDY WARCRIMES AND MUTANT JIMMERS!!!!!!
I AIN'T A BULLS FAN BUT REPEAT THE THREE PEAT! YEAH!!!!!!
....so when we gonna get Toaster Strudel and Rex? Next one? Where's my reg boys?!
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Tagging those who missed my Cajun neighbor. LOOKS LIKE REDNECK DOUG IS BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS!
@skellymom @amalthiaph @eyecandyeoz @cdblake1565 @sued134 @merkitty49 @supremechancellorrex @yeehawgeek @wrenkenstein @techs-stitches @deezlees @autistic-artistech @perfectlywingedcrusade @auntie-venom @megmca @thecoffeelorian
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teenyweenyeenymeeny · 11 months ago
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I'm on my knees begging screaming crying for more lil scott hcs. yr account gives me lifeeee plsss I am begging 😭😭😭 also maybe cg wallace 😖😖
I do a little bow and give you a little kiss on the head 🤍
• mmm Scott and Wallace have something so Specific going on… Wallace Isn’t Scott’s caregiver. but he also is. but he isn’t. you get…
• ^ what I mean is. Wallace is the person that usually ends up caring for Scott but Scott is Not his first priority… if Wallace is not Already Around then Scott probably will not go out of his way to call him or anything
• Wallace only goes like Full caregiver mode when Scott regresses Especially young… if he is in his Normal age range then Wallace doesn’t have to do much
• ^ when Scott is in his Normal age range he is constantly asking Wallace to buy him toys and he is constantly asking to play games on Wallace’s phone and he is constantly asking Wallace to make whatever specific food he wants for dinner [yes yes he is a macaroni and cheese boy… a dinosaur chicken nuggets boy…]
• Wallace has to keep an Eye on his credit card when he knows Scott is regressed because Scott understands it even Less
• when Scott is Younger than usual he is quiet and especially sensitive and dependent and Wallace gets really protective over him 🤍
• ummm oh yes regression nicknames… Scott doesn’t call Wallace anything Specific when he is regressed he is always just Wallace… or perhaps “Wuh” if Scott is teeny tiny but that doesn’t count because he still is Trying to say Wallace
• for regressed Scott !! Wallace calls him Scotty and his Usual names with “little” added on [little guy… little buddy…] ← also he uses buddy in General a lot more when Scott’s little
• when Scott is in his Normal age range Wallace is always teasing him and playing with his hair but when Scott is Teeny tiny Wallace is very gentle with him
• ^ the way I see it is. Wallace is Extremely okay with pointing out bad decisions Scott makes and he’s Not Very sympathetic when Scott faces the consequences of his own actions BUT if something bad happens and it Isn’t Scott’s fault… oooohh poor baby Wallace will Get whatever made him feel so bad
• Wallace makes Scott use a sippy cup when he’s little yes but. sometimes he is better at noticing that Scott is regressed than Scott Himself is so sometimes Scott will insist that No way he’s not regressed he doesn’t need a sippy cup… but Wallace will make him use it Anyway and watch him pout about it 🤍 once in a while he will say okay then !! but if you spill I won’t clean it up for you !! and then Scott Will spill and beg for Wallace to help him clean up Anyway… silly boy
• SOMETIMES Wallace Knows Scott isn’t regressed but makes him use a sippy cup anyway just to tease him tehe… it is all lighthearted and not at All meant to like make it into a Punishment or anything but sometimes if Scott is being especially immature outside of regression Wallace will say something like do I need to get your sippy cup…! And Scott will get huffy and pout about it
• ^ sometimes teasing like That makes him regress he’s so silly 🤍
• Scott only uses pacifiers when he regresses Especially little which isn’t THAT often so he probably only has one or Maybe two
• ^ Wallace is usually the one to clean them but he usually leaves them in Strange places after because he doesn’t want to put them directly on the floor even next to Scott’s side of the bed because that is still The Floor yuck but Also they don’t have a Designated Place anywhere Else so they usually end up on A surface somewhere they aren’t too in the way… usually they hang out next to the dishes in the kitchen cabinet but sometimes they get put on the desk or on the bookshelf or something
ummmmm this is all for now oopsie !! I hope it is To Your Liking and also that you don’t mind how much I focused on Wallace 🤍
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tumbleweed-writes · 7 months ago
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Now That I Have You: Chibs Telford X OC Fic. Chapter One
This was the very first fic I wrote for this fandom like a million years ago. I'm currently giving it a rewrite/edit on A03, but thought I'd post it as I'm editing in case anyone wanted to check it out. Not sure it's my best work but it was my first.
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Molly Garrett let out a sigh pure irritation taking over as she turned the key in her little rundown blue Volkswagen bug. The ignition sputtered a few times as the car struggled to come to life.
Her honey blonde bangs hung in her dark eyes, damp from the heat of California sun and her lack of air conditioner. She struggled to bring her sad old car to life grumbling under her breath.
"Shit." She blurted out as the car sputtered a few more times refusing to start up. She widened her eyes realizing the word that had just slipped out of her mouth.
She glanced in her review mirror looking at the little boy strapped into the backseat clutching a Spiderman action figure.
Cursing wasn't exactly a good habit to have in front of a five year old boy who would more than likely pick up on the impolite language.
"Sorry baby. Don't say ever say that word okay." She apologized not surprised that the boy didn't respond to her.
Mason hadn't spoken in days. This entire situation hadn't been easy on either one of them.
Thinking about how frightened her little guy was made her want to break down. Her son was the most important thing in her life. Mason was her world.
She closed her eyes holding back the tears; she had sobbed enough in the past few years for a lifetime. Her son needed her to stay strong.
Molly let out a laugh feeling a small victory as her poor little bug finally came to life. She took a final glance in the review mirror making sure that Mason had remembered to fasten his seatbelt.
She smiled at the sight of the family dog sitting up beside Mason, a little fat female pug named Rocket. The poor dog was panting just as hot as her masters.
Molly made sure the coast was clear hoping that she could see as well as she thought she could around the small Uhaul trailer. The uhaul was hitched to the back of her bug blocking most of her view. She said a small prayer as she pulled out of the McDonalds' parking lot.
They had to eat cheap for this road trip, so cheap burgers and fries had been on the menu for days now. Luckly there was a McDonalds everywhere and that was often the easiest thing to get a five year old to eat.
She felt a little irresponsible letting Mason eat so much unhealthy food, but she reminded herself that it was just for this trip. As soon as they got settled she could get him back on a more well rounded diet.
Today all she'd managed to get down for lunch was a crappy salad and an iced tea. It had been the cheapest thing on the menu. At least Mason had eaten all of his chicken nuggets though. It seemed to be his favorite food and she'd hoped that it would cheer him up.
It would be okay, she reminded herself. Once they got to California and she was able to start her new job at Saint Thomas then everything would come together.
Charming, California seemed to be the perfect place to start anew. She'd sent in her application to several hospitals all over the country, but Charming had caught her eye and much to her relief the local hospital there had hired her on the spot with just a phone interview.
She'd chosen her new home partially for the name; Charming. It was silly she knew picking a home because of its name, but what better place than to start a new life than in a place called Charming?
At twenty seven years old, Molly Garrett finally felt like she was starting her life on her own terms.
She had faith that it would be a better life; a safer life for her son and her. She hoped and prayed that it would be a life that would hopefully be free of the violence they'd both long endured.
She'd escaped an almost six long years in a marriage from hell with a man who hit first and asked questions later.
Brian Parker had seemed like a sweet guy at first, Molly and he had met in college both in their final year. He had swept her off of her feet and had seemed to be a good match for her.
She'd been impressed by her husband when they first met. She's felt like he was a practical prince thanks to his affluence and his gentlemanly charm. She was just a poor girl on scholarship who had grown up in a trailer right outside of New Orleans with a single working mother and two siblings. She had come from so little and Brian had come from so much in comparison.
Brian came from a nice wealthy family; he had a promising future at a job at a nice well-established real estate firm. The job was at a firm that his family had owned for years. He'd grown up with privilege and he'd been so willing to share that privilege with Molly. He'd showered her with gifts and promises.
He had promised her a comfortable life with a nice safe home and a future full of children and maybe someday grandchildren. She could admit she'd been blinded by both the promises and the presents he'd bestowed upon her. He'd made her feel so special to be worthy of such expensive nice things. He'd given her jewelry and nice shopping sprees. It was more than she'd ever known. She felt like a fool looking back seeing how he'd showered her with such things and love bombed her as a way to lure her in
Two months after dating Brian, Molly had become pregnant. Soon after she'd found out she was carrying his child, they'd gotten married. She had been so excited starting a life with a man who she was sure would protect her from all of life's horrors.
It had turned out though that the only horror she would have to fear would be her husband.
The violence hadn't started until Mason was two. No he hadn't been always kind to her before that but it was the first time he'd put his hands on her at least in a violent act. He'd been belittling to her up until that point and sex had at times felt like something she was pressured into. She'd always blamed herself for his verbal abuse and had been in denial about the lack of consent in some of their sexual acts. She'd told herself she was ungrateful and horrible to deny him and when he'd insulted her she'd believed that it was her fault. She'd been taught to believe that she was so less worthy than him. She'd been conditioned to think that she was just the poor piece of trailer trash that he'd given an opportunity to rise above her station. When he lashed out at her, she told herself that it was her fault. The act of physical violence had stunned her.
Molly had excused the violence the first time it'd happened. She'd made excuses for her husband.
She'd tried to tell herself that Brian was under a lot of stress; his temper had just gotten the better of him. His father was his boss and he was the prodigal son expected to be a model employee and that wasn't easy when he was trying to support a young family.
Brian had apologized to her, promised her it would never happen again, but he'd lied. It seemed that his temper got the better of him over and over again. Soon the physical abuse was as just as regular of an occurrence and the emotional and sexual violence
It was the same cycle over and over again. He would apologize and claim he was a changed man or worst convince her that it had all been her fault really. When she thought about leaving he'd lure her back in. She would come back to him hoping against hope that this time would be different. It was insanity she knew; believing that each time would be different. Wasn't that the definition of insanity though; doing the same action over and over again expecting a different result?
She knew that she should have left the second Brian hit her but she'd been blinded by naïvety and a poor sense of self worth. Honestly she knew she should have been out the door the second he started to mistreat her verbally. She'd been blinded by him though. It felt as though she'd been under a spell.
Brian had killed her self-esteem telling her that no man would ever love her like him. No man would ever want her especially after she'd had a kid. She was his and that was that. He reminded her of how lucky she was; how privileged she was to have the life he provided.
Molly had had believed him for three long years. She'd hidden it all from family and friends and from Mason as well. She had played a happy loving wife pretending that her life was just peachy with her adorable son in her husband's nice old house.
Her breaking point had been when Brian had struck her in front of her baby. He'd had a long day at work and she'd made a mistake in his eyes by not having dinner waiting on the table when he got home.
Her brother had discovered the bruises on her body. Jack Garrett was no fool. Her brother knew about the violence and he'd tried to talk his baby sister into leaving time and time again. He'd even threatened to call the police.
Molly had finally started to see the light after that beating, and had started to listen to her brother. She had enlisted him in helping her leave, helping her find a job far away.
Brian found out about her plans to leave somehow, he had made her pay for ever thinking about leaving him. Bruising her body and cracking one of her ribs.
The abuse that night had been severe more severe than it had ever been. Mason had witnessed the entire thing.
The boy had witnessed his mother on the floor crying begging him to go upstairs and play. He'd watched as she'd cried out telling him that it was all okay when it clearly wasn't.
The boy had been silent since that night. Her body still ached from the violence her soon to be ex-husband had put her through.
It was as though a light switch had gone off in her brain when the violence had ended. She'd looked in the mirror studying her battered body when it hit her; she knew that she couldn't live like this. This wasn't a way to live; it was a way to die. If she stayed she would die and if she died her child would be left without his mother to protect him.
She had to save her baby from this life and from his father. She had no doubt that without her there to protect Mason, that Brian would turn the violence onto his child. He was already neglectful of the boy at best. Without her there to shield her child the anger Brian had inside him would have nowhere to find an outlet other than his son.
The morning after that beating, Molly's sister Candace had helped her pack up her things while Brian was at work. The two women had stuffed what little she had into a Uhaul trailer. She had left setting out west that night leaving her old life behind without a trace.
Candace had wanted her to stay in New Orléans, but Molly knew that she couldn't stay in Louisiana. The only way Mason and she would be safe would be if they disappeared.
That had been a week ago. Molly and Mason had been on the road for a week now and we're finally right outside of Charming heading for the rental home she'd recently signed the lease on.
The little house wouldn't be much; just a tiny two-bedroom house with one bathroom and a kitchenette and joined living area. It was dainty but in a quiet neighborhood.
Jack had found the rental for her; he'd been the one responsible for setting up her new life, arranging her lease and cosigning for her. She just hoped that someday she'd be able to find a way to repay her big brother. The home would not be much but it would be hers and that made it feel like a dream come true.
The little rental property was a big step down from the sprawling old plantation home that Brian and she had lived in for years. It had been in his family for decades a grand home that she had been so entranced by when they'd first married.
The people she knew had all been so jealous of her life; not realizing that it was a lie. Behind the old glorious home and fine lifestyle, it had been years of pain and fear.
She just hoped that the fear was over. The pain had to be over and it could never happen again, she told herself.
This was a new life. She knew that she had to make it work, not just for her but for Mason. Her baby boy deserved a good happy life. They both were worthy of a good life.
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Molly rushed to get Mason ready for his first day of daycare. It was summer time so he wouldn't be able to start school for a few more months at least.
So for now the hospital's daycare would have to do. She had managed to land a job as a phlebotomist.
People were often a little freaked out once they found out that she drew blood for a living. She used to joke that she was the resident hospital vampire at her old job in Louisiana. She was always amazed Brian had even allowed her to maintain a job back home. She guessed he liked the way her job made him look. He'd been able to brag that his wife worked in healthcare and was so giving and kind. Her accomplishments at work made him sound better to those he wanted to impress. He'd been able to present them as a hardworking couple successful in their own careers. It was a career she loved. She knew now that her career was hers alone. She had worked hard for it. She was responsible for her accomplishments. Brian didn't get to take credit for her hard work.
She knelt down in front of Mason straightening his dark hair noticing that it had gotten a little too shaggy, but he wasn't too keen on hair cuts. His dark hair was one feature he'd inherited from his father.
For the most part Mason took after her; they shared the same hazel eyes, the same slightly round face, and the same smaller features such as their noses.
Molly spoke trying to sound cheerful and not stressed. "You're going to have a fun day today. You'll meet a ton of new friends, I bet. You're going to have such a blast. Maybe mommy can meet some new friends too. I bet we're both going to have a good day today."
Mason didn't reply. He only nodded his head as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
She pulled at her blue hospital scrubs knowing that she looked like hell. She hadn't had the time to straighten her hair, so she'd just pulled it back into a messy bun.
At least she'd managed to put on a little makeup though. So hopefully she didn't look like the walking dead. She knew she was exhausted though. She knew that the exhaustion would be all worth it. This was the first day of the rest of her life.
She hadn't had much time to unpack anything the night before. She'd spent all day before unloading the uhaul on her own. The first thing she'd made sure to do was unpack Mason's bedroom.
Her bed still remained disassembled and most of their belongings remained in boxes around the rental home. She had slept by Mason's side the night before, in his little bed on his Spiderman comforter. They'd eaten cheap pizza the night before surrounded by boxes and watching kid's movies on the portable dvd player she'd packed.
The little house was not what she'd hoped for. It was so hot inside that it felt like an oven. She had spent hours on the phone trying to get a hold of her landlord. She'd hoped that he could come take care of the problem, but so far she had been unsuccessful. He dodged her calls until finally making an excuse that it would take a while to get someone out to look at the problem. She'd been told that she was just one of the many properties her landlord owned, so she would have to be patient.
For now it seemed that Mason and she would just have to sweat it out and make do.
She took Mason's hand in hers as they left the house. She held the one hand that wasn't clutching his action figure.
The Spiderman toy seemed to be a comfort to him. He brought the toy everywhere he went. He even slept with it like it was some kind of teddy bear. She'd worried he might leave it at the daycare, but he seemed unwilling to even consider parting with it this morning. She was willing to allow him the comfort despite her concerns about a misplaced forgotten toy.
Molly turned on the radio to an alternative rock station as soon as they got into the car, hoping that she could entice Mason into his favorite activity. He loved to sing along with the radio though he was too young to get most of the lyrics right.
It always managed to make her smile seeing him sing along like he didn't have a care in the world. She lived to see her child happy. It had been the one thing that kept her going throughout her marriage to Brian. Her child had been a lifeline through the misery.
Her smile failed to come though as Molly glanced in the backseat and spotted her silent son.
She shook her head as she pulled out of her driveway hoping that maybe the daycare would help Mason come out of his shell.
She feared that Mason might never recover from what he'd witnessed. He was afraid, she knew that.
She had done her best to explain things to him in a way that a five year old would understand.
Molly had told him that they were going on an adventure, to a place called Charming. They were going somewhere where he would meet new people and get to live in a whole new house. She'd tried to sound upbeat and make it sound as though they were doing something so grand. She'd tried to keep positive hoping that it would hide her anxieties and fears.
She had been unsure what to say about Brian. Molly knew that the time would come when she would have to explain to Mason why he had seen daddy hurt mommy and why daddy wasn't here with them.
She just hoped that she could find a way to explain it all. It wasn't right, a five year old child having to see something that horrible. She felt so guilty for letting him witness it all. Deep down inside she knew Brian was the only one to blame for his actions. She knew she had been a victim in this.
She hated herself for exposing her beloved child to something so terrible though. She felt pure shame for allowing herself to stay with a monster out of fear.
Molly took a deep breath knowing that she would never allow that to happen again. No one would ever lay a hand on her or her baby ever again.
This was the right choice, she reminded herself. She was doing the right thing.
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Of course Molly's bug chose that morning to get a flat tire. She was just lucky that she made it to a garage before she got herself into a wreck. She had to think it was a miracle that there happened to be an auto mechanics close enough to reach. Perhaps God was looking out for her? She had to hope someone was looking out for her despite the flat tire.
Chibs Telford raised an eyebrow as a pathetic looking Volkswagen Bug pulled into the parking lot of TM Auto.
The car was a sad sight; the paint on the right side was chipped and fading and the transmission sounded just awful.
It was still early; the garage hadn't even opened yet. He had come in early though wanting to bury himself in his work to avoid thinking about his personal troubles. He was thankful for the work even if the garage was still technically not open. He knew that he could manage to get the owner of the car checked in and take care of business despite the closed sign on the door. He was grateful for the distraction of work. It was a relief to his over exhausted brain and aching heart.
Chibs made his way over to the car as it came to a stop and a young woman opened the drivers' side door giving him a smile.
"I've gotten myself into a real mess." Molly stated giving the man who was slowly approaching her a sheepish smile.
She ran reached up tucking her side bangs behind her ear as the man spoke. "I'd say I agree love. How are ya even runnin that thing?"
She raised an eyebrow a little taken back by his Scottish accent, and the word love. She had expected to hear neither from the mechanic. A Scottish accent was an odd thing to encounter in Northern California
Molly felt her cheeks flush as she found herself staring at the thin scars along the Scotsman's cheeks. She looked away fearing that he thought she was rude for staring. She mentally scolded herself for being so rude. She'd been raised with far better manners than to gawk at something someone couldn't help. She felt like a jerk for even staring away making so clear she'd been gawking.
Chibs wasn't surprised that she turned her eyes away from him after staring for a bit.
He had long ago become accustomed to people's reactions to the scars Jimmy O' had given him before he'd taken Chibs' family and banished him from Ireland.
The pain had finally ended now that he'd gotten his revenge. Now that Jimmy O' was dead and gone and he knew that his girls were safe.
He tried not to let his mind focus on his girls for too long. His girls made his heart ache more than ever lately. He knew they were safe but they were so far away. Things had changed between his girls and he so quickly.
Fiona and he had come to an agreement just a few months ago; their marriage was over. There wouldn't be a divorce on Fiona's insistence. In Catholicism marriage was a sacrament that couldn't be broken, so divorce wasn't an option...or that was what Fiona had claimed. Chibs felt bitter over the refusal to even consider the divorce. He felt bitter about it all to be honest. It hurt though he knew in the end it was right...ending the estranged relationship entirely...agreeing to just be coparents to Kerrianne.
It had hurt losing the wife he had so long pined for. No, he'd not been faithful to her during their time apart. He'd allowed himself to fall into the chaos of SAMCRO and the women who serviced the club. His heart had belonged to Fiona though. It felt painful to realize that his heart could no longer be hers. He had no idea where to place that love now.
At least he still got to see his Kerrianne. He made a trip to Belfast as often as he could to see his soon to be fifteen year old daughter, hoping that they could build the type of relationship a father and daughter should have.
Kerrianne had been told so many lies about her father, by Jimmy. It had been hard for Chibs to convince her that her da was a good man despite his status as an outlaw biker. He'd done his best to prove his love and devotion to her. He'd allowed her to remain in Belfast knowing it was her home. He'd sacrificed the chance to take her back to the states with him. He'd given up that dream letting her remain in her home knowing it was what she needed.
As time went by and Kerrianne and he became close. They spoke on the phone weekly and developed a relationship. He sent her gifts often. It felt as though a void that had long existed in his heart had finally been filled. He was getting a chance to be a father. He loved having his little girl back in his life again.
Chibs could admit that he was a little taken back by Molly's accent as well. It was distinctly southern; strange to hear in Northern California.
He was also taken back by the woman's features; he would be lying if he tried to say that she wasn't a beautiful woman.
She wasn't very tall she barely came up right at the center of his chest. Although she was petite she had a nice figure, full hips and breasts. He could spot the figure even in the unattractive scrubs she wore. Her hair was a dark blonde; almost the color of honey and her eyes were a pretty hazel.Her complexion was milky and smooth looking. Her hands seemed petite and her short nails were painted a lovely shade of lilac.
He found himself glancing down at her left hand at her ring finger. He was a little shocked that there was no ring there. Still though that didn't mean that she was single.
A girl like that had to have a man somewhere. He felt foolish for even looking for a ring. He knew that even if she had no man in her life. she would probably never want a man like him. It was a foolish hope thinking of her in that way; checking for signs of her being available. He felt like an old fool for even considering her relationship status.
It was her smile that really caught his attention. It was friendly despite the fact that Chibs often intimidated people given his appearance and his ties to Samcro. Usually people didn't smile at him. She had a pleasant smile though her eyes looked tired. He was not accustomed to people smiling at him so politely. The smile made him feel warm inside. He felt silly for the thought; feeling a soft cozy glow under her gaze.
Chibs snapped out of admiring her looks as he managed to speak. "Looks like ya hit a nail on the back right tire... and yer transmission is shite."
"Yeah...like I said, I've gotten myself into a mess...and now I'm late for my first day of work...great." She replied though the last part of her statement seemed to be more to herself than to him.
He was shocked as she opened the backseat and leaned in helping a little boy out of the car. The boy was tiny; delicate. Chibs was certain the kid was small for his age. The boy seemed healthy at least; his hair was dark, loose shaggy curls that made him look angelic. His eyes were identical to Molly's hazel bright and clear. The boy held on to Molly's hand staying close to his mother.
Chibs felt a sense of embarrassment realizing that he'd just cursed in front of a child. Sure he had done far worse in his life but he was sure that the boy's mother wouldn't appreciate his language. He grimaced sure he was about to get an earful about the foul language in front of a child even if had only been one word.
He did his best to give the boy a smile as he spoke up hoping to smooth over any upset he may have caused the kid's mom. "Sorry I said a bad word little lad."
Mason stared wide-eyed at the strange man not saying a word. He moved behind his mother's form hiding from Chibs' gaze.
Molly cleared her throat quickly speaking up trying to explain her son's silence hoping that the Scot didn't take it as rudeness. "He's shy."
Chibs nodded his head understanding. He'd found that most kids that didn't know him well enough were just as intimidated by him as adults were. Which he could admit was hurtful. He had always loved children. He had loved his nephew back in Belfast when the lad had been growing up. He'd spent so much time with him and had appreciated being involved in his life. Now though he knew that most kids tended to shy away from him. They took one look at his face and felt fear. He had found comfort in the Teller boys at least. He liked being Uncle Chibs to them. It had felt healing to be around the boys. He knew Jimmy O' had not taken being Uncle Chibs from him at least when it came to the Teller boys...his heart ached knowing that Jimmy O' had taken his nephew from him though.
Chibs pulled his mind from thoughts of his late nephew as he spoke nodding back to the poor Volkswagen. "We're a bit backed up ere, but I can get yer car in this afternoon. Don' know how long it'll take though, Love. Like I said, we're a wee bit backed up. Lotta wrecks last week, lots of folks coming through for summer trips getting into wrecks. Plus we gotta a few custom bike jobs ahead of ya. I can't promise fast work, but we'll get ya fixed up anyhow."
Molly gave him a smile thankful that her car would be repaired and not break down on her anymore. She spoke taking a look at the name stitched into his gray works shirt: Chibs, she found herself unsure if she should call him that or not. She was quite certain the man's parents had not given him such a name. "Thank you so much...uhm.."
Chibs raised an eyebrow realizing that she was asking his name. He took himself by surprise saying his real name and not the name everyone but his family called him. "Filip."
"Filip." She repeated causing him to do something else that he found astonishing. He felt a genuine smile develop across his face. He couldn't help but to like the sound of his name on her lips.
She spoke again reaching out to take his hand. "I'm Molly and this is Mason."
Chibs nodded in response as he took her hand in his giving it a firm shake, unable but to enjoy how soft her skin felt against his calloused hands.
He was shocked that he was so reluctant to let go of her hand. He shook his head wondering what had gotten into him.
Maybe it was just that he'd been alone for too long. He found himself unable to really get back into the biker lifestyle once Fiona and he had agreed to end their relationship.
All those years Fiona and he had been estranged he had found himself easily falling into a pattern, booze and croweaters.
He'd sleep with any one of the girls who hung around the clubhouse, a different girl just about every night.
Nights of drunken sex with women whose names he couldn't even remember by the next morning no longer felt fulfilling to him.
After Fiona and he had agreed to end their marriage, Chibs had found that he could not sink back into the life of meaningless sex with crow eaters. He had discovered that he just didn't enjoy it anymore. It felt cheap and it made him feel empty. At first he thought that maybe he was just getting old, but then he'd realized something.
He was lonely. He longed for something more, something real. He watched Jax with Tara and Gemma with Nero and he felt so alone. He laid in bed at night without anyone by his side and fretted over his future. He had come to the realization he would die alone without love. He'd so long hoped Fiona and he would reunite but that dream was dead and he knew it was for the best...but it still hurt. He had finally realized that he was truly alone. It was a realization that made his heart ache and yearn.
He felt so foolish but as he stared at the pretty blonde he found himself wondering what it might be like to lie by her side at night. He shook the thought from his mind knowing he was just an old fool. There was no way a woman like her would ever lie by the side of a man like him.  
Molly spoke up as she stared down at her cheap red plastic watch unaware of Chibs' inner turmoil. "Is there a phone I can use?...I need to get a rental car and I need to call Saint Thomas Hospital and explain why I'm late."
Chibs nodded his head not astonished by her workplace. The scrubs made it obvious, there was only one hospital in Charming. He sighed more sure than ever now that she would never have the time of day for him. She was a responsible adult with an important job who would not be interested in the outlaw biker. Sure, he knew Tara had loved Jax despite her mainstream job, but there was history there. Chibs knew he held no history with Molly. They were from two different worlds. She would not want anything to do with his world. 
"I can have someone give ya a lift to the car rental place. As far as a phone, I'm sure I can sort that out too." Chibs stated as he turned getting the attention of one of the prospects motioning over to the man.
He spoke to Ratboy as the man came up to him. "Can ya take Molly and her boy ere down to Davis Rentals, and let er use yer cell too. She needs to call her work."
Molly widened her eyes a little surprised by the friendly gesture of allowing her to borrow a cell phone.
She spoke hoping that it was clear just how thankful she was for the kind action. "Thank you, Filip. I appreciate it more than you know."
Chibs ignored the look on Ratboy's face as he spoke the smile once again developing along his face. "Yer welcome, Love. Just leave yer number with Ratboy here and We'll get to ya when yer cars ready."
Molly nodded trying not to show how strange she thought that the man who was giving her a ride was called Ratboy. What was it with this place and the employee's nicknames? "Thank you so much."
And with that she let the prospect lead her and her son away to a tow truck.
Chibs watched her walk away cursing the yearning in his heart. He told himself he was an idiot for the feeling. He was trying to bat out of his league and he was too beaten down and worn to even dream that he could charm her. Charming her would be foolish. She was a mother and most likely just saw him as the older dirty mechanic who had been providing good customer service.
Chibs was surprised as Mason turned to face him looking at him through the back window as the tow truck pulled away. Mason did the last thing Chibs' had expected considering the kid's silence. He stared as Mason waved.
Chibs raised his hand waving back without having to even think about the action.
He shook his head as the tow truck faded out of view. He let out a sigh trying to knock Molly and her boy out of his mind.
As lovely as he found Molly, there was no point in daydreaming about her ever giving him the time of day.
A girl like that didn't need a man like him.
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pondslime · 2 years ago
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alright u want a real grimey dust bunny from the bad corner of my skull u can't reach with the vacuum??
what if Bo gave Vincent and Lester a key to the dungeon and said this one's in me boys, visiting hours are from 10-3, use protection and put a sock on the door
ahhhh brainrot brainrot horror terror brainrot BRAINROT 🥴💀
his brothers always get his hand-me-downs and he hasn't quite grown out of this one yet, but they can borrow it for a bit
dead dove do not eat smutty nonsense thotz under the cut dhsuhjfdshjdsfh
thinkin about......how everything is just an inescapable series of events that happen to you. just WAKING UP to find a man wearing a mask standing silently in front of you
and first, you do the whole routine of trying to reason w/this strange new intrusion to the room. bc the face he’s wearing looks familiar but he hasn’t put his hands on you yet, seems hesitant to even approach you. and that isn't like the face you know.
when vincent does eventually touch you, it’s to move your limbs like you’re some kind of inanimate object. you’re not sure if he even hears you when you speak—he gives no indication if he does. he touches you and he doesn’t say anything...and somehow that feels worse than the constant barrage of insults and harsh words.
his brother won’t let him immortalize you yet and he’d like to know why. he touches you like he’s looking for something, like he’s trying to figure out how your bones connect to sinew, how far they can bend.
you wish he would say something, but he never does. 
he brings you to the edge over and over again, but it feels like less of a tease and more of an exploration. you're trembling as you ask him what his name is. he doesn't tell you. he leaves with a satchel full of sketches and a lock of your hair.
lester shows up the next day with a bag of greasy chicken nuggets and drops them on the mattress. he gives you a lopsided smile and asks if you remember him. he’s not sure what that boy’s been feedin’ you down here, darlin’, but you ain’t lookin’ so good! he tries to skate around the circumstances that brought you here. he brought cards. you know how to play rummy? you feel a bit like you’re on a blind date, scarfing down lukewarm chicken nuggets as he deals you out a hand. he lets you win and does a poor job of pretending that isn't what he’s doing. his hand claps down on your knee, fingertips ghosting at the edge of your skirt. you're so sweet, you're so pretty. come a lil' closer, baby. don't be a stranger.
later, when your knees are knocking against his chest, he brushes the hair out of your face. tells you that he's never seen anythin' like you. he's one lucky sonofabitch. and there's a tenderness to it all that spears through your side like a fucking knife. because there's nothing tender about this. you kiss him because it's something to do. because you do remember him.
when the door unlocks on the third day, it’s bo. he wants to know if you had fun. bets you didn’t even miss him. gives you his best wounded expression, shaking his head. he’s hurt, baby. and you rush to tell him you did miss him, you really did. he calls you a liar. you wish you were one. pulls you into his lap, whispering into your ear. did you like it? did you cum? what were you thinkin' about? you thinkin' 'bout it now, baby?
hrm
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dreaming-in-daylight · 2 years ago
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watch a half functioning braincelll read the first 5 chapters of red queen
1st chapter 
ooh she’s a thief~ i already like this mare
okay, she’s 17 nice, nice
aww now i want 3 piercings on the same ear
wHo iS tHiS mAn? hE….. iS …… Kilorn Warren
you dumb fool.
hEr DAD IS MISSING A LEG AND A LUNG?!
noo poor kil don’t starve
ok ok so there are strong arms, telkies, swifties—- i mean swifts, nymphs, greenys (blueys) and stone-skins
oOh this guy likes violence 
Samson, can i call you sam? WAIT ACTUALLY NO SAM IS THE NAME OF A TEACHER THAT HATES ME
SAMSON’S A WHISPER THATS SOCOOL
2nd chapter
wait didn’t her mom leave the fam *flicks back a few pages* “Kilorn’s mother ran off after that” OHH OKAY 
okay her sister has red hair like fire
I dunno if i should trust this sister
the mom’s worse at cooking than me
WHAT KIND OF SISTER FORGETS HER BOTHER’S LETTER
ahh okay so the dad’s an anteater when it comes to shade’s letters, makes sense
I like this shade we should be friends
“her chair scrapes as she stands up” ouch just reading it hurt my ears
“i hope you like black eyes because i have no problem giving you one for this” i was scared kil would punch mare here
oh no kil don’t cry
DONT GO KIL PLEASE DONT GO TO WAR
que go to war by nothing more
3rd chapter
“his voice cracks, though he coughs to try and cover it up” nooo bby
“the heat in my cheeks surges faster than any flame” oooh someone has a cruushhh
whenever you need to be transported somewhere, just look for the black market
obviously the grandpa is gonna have access to the black market
LadyFarleyis hot 
here you go lady farley: 
( i added a thousand crown emojis but APPARENTLY theres a limit)
now that that’s done, i have a pickup line: why tf would you need a thousand crowns for? you’re ALREADY a queen
and plus people would be sus about how you would have that many crowns
“oh yeah i was human trafficking and the price was a thousand crowns”
*chokes on literal air* THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW?!?!
Lady, I think you need to sit down
oh no how’s she gonna tell kil 
4th chapter
okay first can i say that i had a dream that mare was a telkie or a whisper … if that’s how you spell it
do all silvers have rdf’s?
how much you guys wanna bet she’ll leave gee here and get arrested
FARLEY AND GRANDPA WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO
okay but that was very baddie of Farley
why would you drown the innocent red? If he was part of the scarlet guard, he would be terrorizing with his cult, wouldn’t he? That’s like killing every German because of Hitler
Mare didn’t even get a single thing
so there are also cloners. They. Are. Scary.
please don’t beat up gee and mare, please don’t beat up gee and mare
WHAT THE HECK DID YOU JUST DO TO GEE
THAT OFFICER IS GETTING BEAT UP
WHAT DO YOU MEAN “ITS THE LAW” SHE DIDN’T ACTUALLY STEAL ANYTHING. EVEN IF SHE DID YOU COULD JUST TAKE IT FROM HER AND SEND HER TO JAIL NOT BEAT UP HER HANDS
I WILL FIND THE OFFICER AND BEAT HIM UP
5th chapter
I wonder where she’s planning to go 
“I do it every summer, but Kilorn is always with me, smiling into a drink as he watches me work. I don’t suppose I’ll see his smile for much longer.” NOOO PLEASE SHUT UP DONT MAKE ME MISS HIM ALREADY
“I guess causing pain is all I’m good for” NO SHUT UP YOU WERE ONLY TRYING TO GET A THOUSAND CROWNS TO KEEP KILORN WITH YOU IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT
also stop sulking and do something about it 
uh oh she got caught
the guy who caught her is going to be important. Not once has she described anyone with such detail.
“He is the strangest person I’ve ever met” could it be that guy “Cal” I’ve heard about? If I’m right, you all owe me a chicken nugget
“His smile returns, and the comfort it gives me is unsettling” HAH NOW I KNOW ITS CAL
“I’m Cal” WHAT DID I SAY YOU ALL OWE ME A CHICKEN NUGGET
Was Cal at the Hall too?
I like Cal
So, what, does Cal pay her every time he pities her?
“Something about the mud and shadows makes Cal uncomfortable” Is that going to be important?
“You shouldn’t worry your mother like that” IS HER DAD NOT EVEN GOING TO CONSIDER THE GUILT SHE FEELS?!
Why is the dad worried about the light shortage in the house aND NOT HIS DAUGHTER’S BROKEN HANDS
Does her turning the light on magically have something to do with her powers that are mentioned in the back?
Her dad is now has a profession in lecturing mare about false hope
How can Gee sleep? If that were me i’d be shaking and whimpering and crying until sunrise
OH MY GOD SHADE’S PART OF THE SCARLET GUARD
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wolfverse-stories · 1 year ago
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Falling in Reverse
(Reverse robins)
Chapter 10
     Wally wished he hadn't said anything about joint-training sessions. He forgot how hard Damian was on the people he was training.
     "Come on move faster" Damian snapped turning up the power on the super-speed treadmill, which was too fast even for Bart. Poor Jason was on his ten thousandth chin up.
     "Come on big bird lighten up" Wally laid a hand on his shoulder.
     "Do you want to be stabbed again?" Wally quickly removed his hand.
     "Mr.Scary guy can we please take a break?" The younger speedster pleaded.
     "Fine, we'll go to the cave and do some tech training" Everyone gave a huge sigh of relief.
Time skip
     "So this is the bat cave" Bart zoomed around the cave "This is so Crash!"
     "Where is your suit?" Damian asked Jason pointing over to the empty case.
     "My suit's a little small so Alfred is adjusting it," he said. Damian looked over to the older suits 'Too small that's a first'
    "Ugh, I think he made this a little too big" Tim walked out in his new Robin suit, which was ten sizes too big.
     "Seriously Drake?" Damian started to laugh "You are way too small, I've seen bunnies more intimidating than you"
     "Hey the outfit doesn't help why on earth did you choose such bright colors," Tim said wrapping himself in his cape.
     "No one said you had to copy my old suit design" he pointed out.
     "Batman needs a Robin besides I couldn't just completely change the costume" Tim argued "After all you are the reason I became Robin"
     "Whatever little wing" Damian smiled ruffling Tim's hair.
     "Greetings young masters" Alfred greeted the boys with a tray of cookies.
     "Hey Al" Jason waved. Alfred set the tray of cookies on the table. Jason grabbed a cookie and handed it to Bart.
     "You're giving me your food?" The young speedster looked curiously at Jason.
     "Sure that's what friends do," Jason said taking a bite of a cookie.
     "Crash! You're the first friend I ever made" Bart pulled Jason into a bear hug.
     "Wait? What? I did not agree to this!" Jason squirmed trying to get out of the hug.
     "I swear you two act so much alike" Wally laughed.
     "No by now I would have stabbed you" Damian let a small smile cross his lips.
Flashback
     "This is my son Damian" Bruce introduced Damian to Clark and Barry.
     "Wow, the Big Bad Bat has a kid" Clark stared in shock "Does he drink blood?"
     "No" Bruce rolled his eyes "you do realize I am not a vampire"
     "Well isn't he a cute little fellow" Barry smiled "My nephew is in the cafeteria why don't you go make friends?"
     "I am the grandson of the demon's head and the future leader League of Assassins" Damian crossed his arms "I do not make friends"
     "Yeah he's like that most of the time" Bruce sighed "Damian go to the cafeteria"
     "Fine" Damian grumbled walking to the cafeteria. He quickly got his lunch and sat down. Five seconds later a kid around his age appeared in the chair next to him.
     "Hey, my name is Wally" The young speedster smiled.
     "Get away from me" Damian growled taking a bite of his chicken nugget.
     "Awe comes on I just wanted to talk" the redhead smiled.
     "I said go away" Damian threw a knife at the young speedster's leg.
     "You just stabbed me!" Wally looked at him in shock.
     "So what you have speed healing" Damian shrugged taking another bite.
     "Is this how you treat all of your friends?" Wally asked.
     "I don't have friends" Wally's eyes widened.
     "Well, congratulations I'm now your best friend" Wally hugged Damian.
     "You have point five seconds to stop touching me or you can say goodbye to your kneecaps" Damian growled.
     Damian wondered how things would have turned out if he had never met Wally. 'I'd probably have rejoined the League of Assassins never met Star and killed Tim the first time I saw him'
     "Earth to Damian" Wally waved his hand in front of Damian.
     "Get your hand out of my face" he pushed Wally's hand away.
     "Just checking, you zoned out for a little bit there" Wally smiled. Damian rolled his eyes.
     "I swear you're are such an idiot" He couldn't help but smile as he thought 'I do owe a lot to this idiot and I really do care about our friendship but I will never let anyone know'
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scrapperjoe · 2 years ago
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Nijimura family/keicho recovery au breif overview
Aight to spare you the autistic novel writing ill keep things brief. Well, as brief as my hyper fixated dip brain can be with this crap...
First off, we have the accident. Keicho getting electrocuted by red hot chilli peppers, up on the power lines looking like that one time i accidentally dropped a chicken nugget in the oven. Yet somehow, by some plot device miracle, when the gang gets to his body with the spwf, hes somehow managed to be alive. Just hardly. But hes not dead yet.
So josuke, being the good guy he is, heals him; but not all the way. Just enough so he won't die.
Hes then rushed to the hospital and funky dr black jack stuff ensues.
Hed invoice
Hed obviously sustained very bad and disfiguring burns needing okuyasu to act as a skin donor for skin and nerve grafts being one of the only donors available, also needing heart and lung transplants as soon as medically possible. Along with all that hed needed one foot, and half a leg to be amputated along with his left hand. Without going into long term effects, its needless to say that yes, keicho is a disabled person now and goes through an arc of overcoming his internalized ableism and darwinistic views. An arc im holding off on writing because chronic migraines are a 🅱️.
He gets physical and mental therapy, and works on his relationship with okuyasu because once hes recovered enough to go home, he will need to rely on him quite a lot. Things start to level out where okuyasu can now stand his ground more, etc. Keichos past abuse is NOT swept under the rug and is held to a standard. If keicho gets snippy, okuyasu calls him out. Simple as that. However keicho doesnt do much of rebuilding with his dad though because of the bad past. He builds up a tolerance but overall avoids him.
Since keicho has poor use of his legs for a while due to nerve damage, he does a lot of reading and even sometimes writing and playing videogames to help out his hands with physical therapy. Upon allowing visitors in his room he'd become acclimated with josuke and jotaro, but being very hesitant to open up to josuke albeit having a silent respect. As such he became good friends with the higashikatas and would stay there when okuyasu got too busy with school himself. Keicho eventually developing a brotherly bond with josuke and seeing tomoko as his own mom.
Years pass after graduation, josuke is in med school, okuyasu works as a mechanic, and keicho can't work due to disability, mental health and chronic pain. Okuyasu eventually okuyasu settles down and has a lovely family of three kids, ritsuman the eldest, sensaki the middle, and hyakuko the youngest. Unfortunately, soon before hyakuko could even turn one year old, okuyasus wife walked out on him, leaving him to care for the family himself. Chaos ensued as keicho had to push through his limits thus setting back recovery and even screwing up their relationship. After 3 months of pain and chaos, it was clear they couldnt do it alone, so josuke moved in to help them out. Things then settle down and after a long time josuke and okuyasu start a relationship together.
The kids start to grow up and develop stands as well.
Ritsuman has a good caring heart for the family much like okuyasu, and a strong brave spirit much like josuke. Along with that hes quite smart and intellectual, loves playing baseball, listening to metal, and has a bit of a habit of cussing because keicho thought itd be funny to teach him to make okuyasus ex angry.
Sensaki is quite cowardly, and acts tough when really hes a softie who looks up to josuke and okuyasu. He tries to be a trouble maker to try and brush off the fact that he struggles in school and has vulnerabilities, something he grows out of in his late teens. Hes a huge akira toriyama and kamen rider fan who also loves mecha, tokutsatsu, and videogames. Often hyper fixates with hyakuko a lot.
His stand is named Keep Pushin. Its a fragile looking thing with a detachable shield as a chest plate that can make an invisible force field for as long as sensaki can hold his breath.
Hyakuko is an utter force of raw chaos. With people like keicho and tomoko influencing her and idolizing characters like akagi shigeru and violence jack, she was bound to come out real great. She eventually gets into a bunch of gang stuff and was quite clingy with okuyasu as a child, still is. Because of his ex leaving when she was so young, being bullied, and teachers talking down on her, she has a lot of internalized self image issues. Shes not the smartest with school, so you see the issue. She absolutely loves art, go nagai, nobuyki fukumoto, berserk, ashita no joe, and many others.
Her stand is named Earth Shaker, its ability is to make bubbles that she can control the shape, color (typically purple), elasticity, etc of. With it she can make maces, land mines, float, and even breathe under water with! Very limitless. Theres a tank on her back that refills with rest, and when it runs out she can use her own blood as fuel.
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lucyandthepen · 1 year ago
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sweet cream, cold brew is so soooo *deep breath* fucking good. i surely need mark lee rn im not kidding at all. love this kind of slowburn aka their feelings for each other just get more obvious each time but none of them actually makes a clear move. ESPECIALLY markkkkkkk good god i'll bite him. no because I'd think twice too, it's like -- it really seems he likes her but also.... not? I SCREAM out of frustration but truly because of that the impact of them finally saying the things that should've been said and done long ago is wayyyy bigger than i expected. their little moments are so cute and sweet as if they're not (initially (????)) lusting for each other esp the mc 😭😭😭 huge thanks to youngho's existence (i honestly do kinda feel bad for him tho NDHDHDH i DO wish she actually gets him a present eventually and even treat him or something 😭) and jaehyun's nosiness they finally came thru lmaooo just wanna highlight that one when they were out buying those blind boxes..... THEY'RE SO FREAKING ADORABLE. but fuck mark lee being this shy, usually tripping on his words.... polite and nice and just overall mark lee but once already inside the bedroom and has already bared it all ....... dear god i want him too . (PLUS WHEN HE KEEPS GLANCING AT THE MC'S TUMMY WHEN SHE STRETCHES OR SOMETHING......... BITCH SO SLICK BUT COWARD FOR STILL NOT MAKING A MOVE BACK THEN. HIM HAVING THAT KIND OF THING THO.... WHEW. WE KNEW. we knew. oh my god)
*can't wait to binge all these new releases of yours can't believe i missed it >:(( i'm sure this is so late now but welcome baaaaack i've missed u here <3
hey jae! i hope it's okay that i call you that; i just find some importance in being able to connect using names or aliases together, so i always check just to be sure! i am so so happy you had a fun time reading this fic; it's my longest yet and i've honestly been so self-conscious about how winding and slow it seems, so i'm really happy you were able to enjoy the slow burn!!!!!!! i absolutely approve of the idea of you biting mark because HE DESERVES IT! >:( shy cutie pie with actual game?????? WE LOVE TO SEE IT!
i was also really worried about this mc because she's one of the more assertive ones with clear goals (i.e. get in mark's pants, even if she can't say it out loud in just so many words LOLOLOL) but lettuce be real... we need a pushy gal every now and then because mark was teetering on the edge of being obvious and being aloof and WHY WOULD HE DO THAT! (answer: he's a wittle baby........... a precious chicken nugget..............)
poor johnny really got his ass beat (figuratively) while he was minding his own business for WHAT!!! despite the fact that he was very nosy... his heart was in the right place SIGH i actually really love writing johnny in my fics — in this one and last night on earth — because there is an unparalleled SASS to him that i am a key enjoyer of!!! and jaehyun really pulled through with them big ears n bigger mouth WE LOVE IT!
smut aside, my favorite scene had to be the mystery box too!!!!!! just... something so sweet and pure about him sharing this little hobby of his with her because he wanted them to be closer and he really viewed her as a friend after some time :( i love his big ................................... heart LMAO
i am a big believer as well in mark being someone whose skill comes out the best when he's asked to step up to the plate fully so basically i just think he's someone who's always bound to surprise and i feel like that really just stems from how goofy and awkward he is but on stage............... he is a MENACE to society (and our hearts) so we love to see shy, polite, blushy mark let his instincts and possessiveness and kinkiness (tummy bulge may have to be a running headcanon for me with him from now on i fear......) finally come through!!!!! DESERVE!
i am so so sorry for my absence, but i am so happy to be back and so happy that people have been so nice and understanding even if i disappeared for a while. :( i am always so grateful to hear from you, and i hope that i continue to make things we can all enjoy (and possibly thirst over?? SJIDFSJDI). i hope you have a wonderful day or night, wherever you may be, and that we can talk more (see: endlessly) either like this or in private! <3
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lilliesinthepond-artpage · 1 year ago
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My OC for an animated show I wanna make
If anyone from India wants to give me any feedback on how to improve this character, I would be happy to hear it :)
Name: Amulya Bedi
Nationality: Indian
Special interests: changes every month to different cartoons
Symptoms:
Poor eye contact - high
Noise sensitivity - high
Sensory issues - crowded places, singing, hugs or any kind of touch
Favorite things - loves candy, hates any kind of singing in person (does like to listen to music) but loves to sing herself, loves spaghetti and chicken nuggets
Social difficulty - high
Hyperfixations - high
Aggression - moderate
Backstory - grew up with good parents who support her needs, and played her cartoons, but tried to use ABA at first, finding it only made her behaviors worsen, so they stopped, and now embrace her symptoms.
Story - Is a happy little girl who loves to watch cartoons on the tv, doesn’t really like to play with other kids, and begs her parents for chicken nuggets often. Is 9 years old.
Superpowers: telepathy
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mightbelola · 1 year ago
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Joe
The only time I've been truly happy is when I'm with Joe. The first day I saw him, I remember thinking, my goodness, he's so tall. He brought me out to dinner. He told me "Eat like a man," so I quickly got comfortable enough I ate like a pig. I gained 20 kilos after two years being with him. That is normal if you eat everyday with a guy who eats a lot, three times bigger than you. Anyways, the best thing about him is that, he's funny, hardworking and kind. He's naturally an impatient person but he's been patient with me.
I think I'll just write about what he does everyday.
So, every morning, he wakes up at four o'clock, an hour earlier than me because he's in fact a morning person which I am not. It always annoys me how he's so loud and happy when he wakes me up I get so grumpy. He says I fight like a hamster he doesn't feel any punches I swing. After he wakes up, he makes his coffee. He drinks coffee everyday. He then fills my water bottle for me to bring to work, plays with the cats a little and he gets straight into his office which is next to our bedroom. He works for an Australian company so he starts work really early. I don't know how he does it, talking to people that early.
When I come back from work at around 3PM, he would still be in the office. He finishes work at four but he stays in the office longer until six because he studies about a lot of things. He's interested in technology so anything tech related he would study them. He knows a lot about programming and coding, too. He's into Linux and ChatGpt lately and he would explain to me about it over dinner but I don't really understand them.
He's a multitasker. Let me tell you about his office. He has three screen monitors, one for his work, one for YouTube which he plays NBA highlights, some PNG music if he misses home, or Podcasts like most of the time. Last screen would be for the things he's studying on, like coding, maybe. I'm not sure. Then he also has a MacBook, his loud keyboard, all placed on a standing desk. That desk is pretty expensive since you can set it to be sitting or standing. He figured it's not good for his health to be sitting in front of the computer for long hours so we bought the standing desk. After a few hours sitting he can just push a button and the desk would lift up and he stands. He doesn't let me go into his room. I mean, I am his wife and I would want to clean and wipe his desk for him but he doesn't let me because he's afraid I might accidentally trip a wire or something. Oh yes, there are wires, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. Picture a hacker. That's him, with boxes and boxes of CPUs and wires all around them.
I try to make him dinner everyday. I wouldn't if I'm tired and he's always so understanding if I don't cook. He doesn't cook much because he's not good at it. I'm better but I did make him some undercooked chicken before. One time I made some weird European beef stew recipe and I put way too much vinegar in it. Poor thing couldn't finish it, he didn't get angry. He still thanked me..
Everyday, we would sit and have dinner together. He would tell me about different things depending on the day. Last night for example, we were discussing NBA leagues. I know nothing about it, so he made me memorize all the team names. My challenge today is to remember them, and he will test me at dinner later.
Let's see, I remember; his favourite team, Dallas Mavericks. New York Knicks, Atlanta Hawks, Milwaukee Bucks, which Antetokounmpo plays for, the Nigerian blood guy who was born poor in Greece, which surname means The Greek Freak. Miami Heat, which is the best leading team for now. Boston Celtics, San Antonio Spurs, LA Lakers which LeBron James, the best player of all time plays for, um what else.. Brooklyn Nets, Orlando Magic, Philly 76ers, Houston Rockets, oh Denver Nuggets which lost to Miami Heat in the final round today. Then also, Golden State Warriors, Sacramento Kings, Detroit Pistons, Chicago Bulls.. there are twenty four teams and I think I got less than that. Nevermind.
There's a lot I can say about him, but sadly I have to get back to work. So, that's my Joe for now.
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I've seen many a text video for Obey Me and the usernames on them, so I thought I'd share what I'd call them if we had a chat/they were in my contacts and I made their names. And just cause, I'm also adding their ring tones and, cause my phone can do this, their text notification sound. (Feel free to repost with your own, I'm curious).
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Lucifer: Dia's Bitch
Ringtone - Talk Dirty
Text Notif - "no. No. Permission denied. That's an off topic question. Next. You have been stopped." Vine
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Mammon: Tsundere Sugar Baby
Ringtone - Rich Girl
Text Notif - "AAALLVVIINNNN!!" (literally just one of the clips of Dave yelling at a chipmunk who can sing)
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Levi: My Weeb Bitch
Ringtone - Video Game Lover
Text Notif - "I have the power of God and anime on my side! Aahhhhhhh!!!"
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Satan: Angry Cat Lady
Ringtone - DADDY (PSY)
Text Notif - "What do you have" "a knife!" "No!"
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Asmo: Blanche Devereaux
Ringtone - Fergilicious
Text Notif - Sausage Song Vine
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Beel: The Goodest Beel
Ringtone - Bon Appétit
Text Notif - “i don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets” vine
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Belphie: Yandere Snugglebug
Ringtone - Lights Down Low
Text Notif - “you see this bed? its soft. its com-for-tab-le. imma ‘bout to lay down and stay down.”
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Diavolo: Prince Sugar Daddy
Ringtone - If You Call Me Daddy song
Text Notif - Lele Pons 'it doesn't work for everyone' vine.
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Barbatos: Alfred Pennyworth
Ringtone - Kiss From A Rose (actually about a girl losing her virginity)
Text Notif - “workin my life away. wish i could just stop and go on a cruise.”
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Simeon: Shoulders Really Are Distracting
Ringtone - Hallelujah (lol, poor Simeon. That one ain't innocent either)
Text Notif - *Rudolph the red nosed reindeer playing* "watch out! *car slams* Jesus christ, gage!" "What your language." "Jesus?"
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Luke: MY SON!!
Ringtone - Baby Mine (Dumbo original cartoon)
Text Notif - "i want to see my little boy~” vine
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Solomon: The Main Bitch
Ringtone - Best Friend
Text Notif - "if he can't treat you right by now, you're gone!" "I'm gone!" "NOW GO CHOP HIS DICK OFF!!"
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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years ago
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I may be hella afraid of birds but that wont stop me from making this.
Injured wing
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The poor thing was in the balcony of the apartment. Making sounds and flapping their wings at ferocity to try to take flight again as you watched in pity.
Taking a warm towel from the dryer, your boyfriend's one since it was the comfier to be exact, you picked up the squirming little brow winged creature and took inside. You didn't had the heart to leave it out there, especially due to the snow.
While taking things out of cabinets, you didn't noticed your phone buzzing with the notifications of a certain... top hero calling you.
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"A nightingale." You mused as you read on the internet what type of bird was now having fun on bathing on q small pot of water and singing to its heart content "How adorable!" You gushed as it shock out of the droplets of water as you carefully put a sorta of a tiny sling on a popsicle stick to mantain its feather that seemed to be broken stood on place.
"Sorry buddy, guess you're gonna have to stay like this for some time." The bird seemed to calculate your words before tweaking as you giggled at its cuteness.
That is until you heard the door opening and clicking shut.
Fuck. Keigo.
You grabbed the bird delicately and put it on a box filled with a soft towel and placed on your bed before going to open the bedroom's door to see a soaked wet, hair flat and worried hero with a frow.
"Is this some sorta of revenge or what? I was worried sick (Y/n)! You weren't answering your phone so I thought something happened." You picked your phone in confusion.
"You did?" Shit "oh..."
"Yeah. 'Oh.'" He crossed his arms before sighing cupping your cheeks "Why did you stood me up? I thought we were going to have dinner together on that restaurant."
"God!" You face palmed "I totally forgot! I'm so sorry Kei!" You whined as he let out a chuckle.
"Is fine. Although I would like if you compesate for m-"
Before he could finish his sentence, you both froze when a couple of chirps were heard. You analyzed his expression and soon giggled in nervousness at seeing his wings puff up in alarm.
"Was that.. was that a chirp?" He yed you, his pupils dilated as you took a step back with a smile.
"I.. I dont know? Maybe they are out there singing." You rolled your eyes and sweated when he towered over you as you kinda protected the nightingale inside the box with your body.
Yet the chirps intensified...
"There is a bird in here." Hawks more accused than asked as you giggled in nervousness once again.
"A bird? Why would a bird be-" the nightingale manage to escape the box and tweaked at both of you "...here."
"What is he doing in here?" He asked, if you didn't know Keigo enough, you could assume he was... unpleasant.
That's why you were so hesitant on showing the little nightingale to him in the first place when he showed up. You werent blind, and knew Keigo had some bird attics that showed up here and there. It wasn't as frequent as it would be however he was resting if the commission hadn't somehow put their hands on it. But Keigo didn't hold much strings around you. So... you could clearly see that your boyfriend wasn't happy when another one of "his kind", especially a male, he could tell somehow it was a male by the chirping dont ask why, was beneath the same rooftop as him with his partner alone.
"Is here because he is injured Kei, he needs some treatment." You cupped your hands together for the nightingale climb in it as Hawks hlardd holes at the little thing.
"Take him to the vet or something kid, this ain't a clinic." You flinched at his words but still remained strong.
"No I am not." You said "I dont know if they are going to sacrifice him or not Kei, I cant take chances."
"Do you even know how to take care of a bird in the first place dove?!" He asked, hands up as his wings puffed even more which made you snort and arch an eyebrow at him as the fella in your hands chirped.
"Well, I do have some knowledge of wings. And have to take care of one on daily basics." You giggled at the expression of shock and insulted Keigo did before walking off and leaving him groaning and sulking at knowing you wouldn't get rid of that street bird...
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"Keigo Takami." He froze when he heard his full name coming from your mouth "Put that phone down. That little bird is going to stay until it gets better." He did just as you said with an eyeroll before pouting in anger at seeing the bird at your shoulder.
That's his place to put his chin on and snuggle your neck with his face. His.
"And you have to carry that thing whenever you go now? That must suck." He tried to joke, leaning with crossed arms on the kitchen counter as before his face completely fell as you simply chuckled and said it didn't bother you at all.
"Seriously?" He asked in disbelief before grabbing his mug taking a few gulps before you widened your eyes and giggling "What are you laughing at?"
"Is just that mug was full of water early and maybe our little friend may have took a bath in it." Your boyfriend stood up so fast and soon you heard disgusting noises of vomiting .
"For god's sake KEIGO I WASHED IT!"
"I DONT CARE THAT THING SHOULDN'T BE BATHING ON MY STUFF WHAT THE HECK?!"
You sighed, waiting for your boyfriend to be back as you feed the little bird with some seeds carefully, soon being met with Keigo, still brushing his teeth.
"Drama king." You chuckled as he groaned "You know he is not a thing Kei, is a nightingale."
"Great knowing it." He said with a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting into the trash, saying something about not dirtying his bathroom with other birds germs or something.
He looked at you a bit in defeat at seeing you feeding the bird as you noticed his wings drooping a bit.
"What is wrong now bird brain?" You giggled at his expression.
"You should be feeding me ... your boyfriend." You snorted before picking a sunflower seed and showing it to him.
"I thought you didn't liked this stuff?" Yoh asked cheekily as he groaned.
"There is chicken, takoyaki, nuggets heck everything that I eat!"
The bird chirped and you nodded thoughtfully as he stared at you in confusion.
"Cannibalism. I agree."
"Oh cmon I thought we were over this..." he sighed before getting something from the fridge as he scowled at the chirps following after.
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He glared at the bird chirping a song as you hummed in delight at the sound, staring lovely at the nightingale.
"Oh cmon Kei!" You poked his cheeks which was puffed "You have to admit is a amazing sound! Nightingales are famous for that!"
"Hawks are famous for other things too y'know?" He grumbled before widening his eyes at seeing you werent giving him attention, instead grabbing your phone and recording the nightingale's chirping.
"Hm? What did you say Kei?" You looked up at him with that smirk which made him scoff and stood up with crossed arms and going to the kitchen.
You stiffled your giggled, going to your pouting boyfriend and hugging him lovingly after putting the injured bird back to safety.
"You're really jealous huh?" You carresed his chest as he breathed in and out, cheeks red at being so obvious about his feelings.
"Is a form of flirting birds singing to their mates. That little shit." He mumbled, earning you a laugh that made him smile as feeling you peppering kisses all over his neck and jawline before he caught your lips with his.
You broke apart with a goofy smile as he chuckled before deadpanning at hearing chirps before puffing and straightening his wings on all glory before shouting at the nightingale:
"GO GET YOURSELF A PARTNER! THIS ONE IS TAKEN YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"
You never laughed so hard in your life. A sound that, for Keigo at least, was far more beautiful than any chirping, singing or melody on this whole world.
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After a few days you saw Keigo's hatred for the nightingale easing slowly but surely. Yet you never thought that coming home late on one of Keigo's day off, you would see your boyfriend, layed on the couch with a finger up holding the bird he claimed to hate it and whistling some similiar tone along with the nightingale's chirping.
You stared in shock yet awe at the look of your boyfriend directed to the bird as the sounds came out of his lips before chuckling.
"Your wing soon will be better by the looks of it. Isn't (Y/n) a great nurse?" He mumbled, a sadness deep down on his gaze as he saw the bird clapping the wing that wasn't wrapped up "You got freedom and my dove's attention bud, how could you and (Y/n) not expect me to get jealous?" He chuckled sadly as you frowned, walking slowly towards him, pretending to not overheard his monologue.
"Hey pretty thing, back already?" His cheeky smile was back as you looked at it in awe before kneeling in front of the couch he was layed on and kissing him deeply, making him close his eyes in bliss and pull you closer with his free hand by the neck.
You broke apart as he panted with a glossy yet pleased look. Ignoring the chirps for a bit, you carresed his golden looks as he closed his eyes with a smile.
"Redeeming yourself for giving attention to this bird and not me for these past few weeks?" He murmured happily yet drowsily as you giggled and kissed his forehead softly.
"You could say that bird brain." You stopped for a bit, hearing him whine miserably for you to get back, cupping your hands for the bird to get in.
"Cmon..." he whined, arm dropped over his face as the other rested on him until he felt you tugging on his shirt.
"Just get up lazy, I'm giving you all the attention you want." At this, you saw his golden eyes practically glow in bliss as he stood up as fast as he could.
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He stretched his arms as he sitted up on the bed. Hair untamed and eyes unfocused until they dropped on the bird that had exited his box and was flapping both of his wings. Both.
"Huh. You look all better." He smirked as he felt you shift and rest your chin on his shoulder with a drowsy look.
"Who is better?" You mumbled before he pointed at the bird jumping and trying to take flight.
"Your friend there." You squealead as hs chuckled, grabbing the nightingale in one hands as he unwrapped the the made up sling as he waited patiently for the little fella to flap its wings and fly just a few centimeters above his palm.
"Cmon dove." He ushered you to follow him on the balcony as he had a gentle hold on the nightingale "Go little buddy, being stuck on a unknown place forever isn't goog for anyone."
And with a little movement of his hand, the nightingale took flight with beautiful chirps that made you smile but soon look at your boyfriend with a sad smirk as he watched the little bird fly away.
It wasn't sadness because he got attached to the nightingale. It was because that, even a small bird as he, could be free and not him. A grow up man that had a partner but was still caged by the comission...
You carresed his arm before hugging it and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek which brought his attention back to you.
"How about some hot cocoa my handsome? You still got some minutes stuck with me until you go to work." You said softly in Hope's to cheer him up.
He looked at you in some sorta of shock before chuckling and bringing you close enough to him to hear his heart beat and feel his warm yet chapte lips on your forehead.
"Being stuck with you is the only way that keeps me going to be honest."
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yanderemommabean · 3 years ago
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Momma I have an important question to ask: How are Bruiser and Sammy getting along?? They’re the mascots of the blog, I must know their shenanigans, ples.
I have three doggies (technically 5 because of the strays at grandmas)
They’re named-
Bruiser
Schmooly
Sammy
Big momma
Baby girl
We rescued Bruiser when he was barely four weeks old abandoned on the side of the road (according to my sister) back in 2016 and he’s a Jack Russell terrier mixed with a Dachshund
Schmoo was rescued by my grandpa in 2015 and she’s a Heinz 57 chihuahua mix. She and Bru get along OK but bruiser is super aggressive and steals her toys and sits on them SPECIFICALLY so she can’t play
Big Momma and Baby Girl are mother and daughter. Big Momma was used as a puppy mill up the street (when I lived with my grandma) and after watching three litters of puppies die and be neglected we got her fixed and called the humane society. Sadly, they forgot two puppies, and I would try to warm them up the best I could even on school nights because they weren’t allowed inside. Only baby girl made it. This was in 2014-2015 before schmooly. Anyway! We got both fixed and now they relax in the sun and get all the scraps! They let the other dogs hang around the yard but won’t be afraid to put them in their place. Like adopted guard dogs really
Sammy used to be my neighbors actually, and he didn’t take very good care of him. He shoots his dogs for the hell of it and then gets new ones. Sandy and Tony were his dogs he put down just because. I mentioned them before a few years ago on this blog when I heard the news. Sammy was skin and bone when I saw him limping down the road, and he was so infected and so sick I knew he would die by either neglect or the hands of my neighbor. So I took him in with the help of my brother.
Bruiser is getting along with him kinda. He steals his toys and doesn’t like attention off of him, and growls at him all the time even tho he’s like a chicken nugget compared to Sammy, but they’re getting used to one another!
We got sammy a bone and he doesn’t know how to play with some of his toys we got too but at least he thinks the treat is yummy! Bruiser keeps trying to hide it under the couch lol
Sorry I just love the dogs we have, they all were in a sense, saved by us. Sammy is still trying to get used to cuddling, he likes to lay on you but if you try to adjust a little he thinks he’s in trouble and tries to hide. Poor thing just needs some time and all our love 🥰.
-Mommabean
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