#sometimes it’s silly but sometimes it’s fun

[nateconnolly]

#being a camp counselor this summer opened my eyes to a whole new world of lying to children it’s awesome

The first thing you learn as a new summer camp counselor is that most children sincerely enjoy hearing adults tell them obvious lies. I think it comes in part from the inversion of the normal child-adult dynamic: they get to be the ones who tells us "no," and they're positioned as a person with important knowledge. This is good practice. I think children need a safe environment in which they can internalize the fact that sometimes, adults tell them things that are not true. That is a safety skill. So, it's fun for them, it's good for them, and it's a bonding activity. Whenever kids were hurt on the playground, they made a BEELINE for me specifically (as opposed to the other counselors, even when they were much closer physically). I attribute that in part to the fact that I was very approachable because I was The Silly Adult Who Lets You Correct Him.

The second thing you learn as a new summer camp counselor is that supervising small children as they cross the street is more stressful than being hunted for sport.

Lies I have told children ages 7-9

I am five billion years old

My name is Snuffalufagus Bartholomew Von Maximus the Third

I'm in Kindergarten because after college they make you start again all the way back in the beginning.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I was wondering if you can do Yandere dick and Tim with a Childe reader who seems to favor Tim over Dick.

Just imagine Tim finding this little Kid following him like a little duckling and thinking that he is soooo cool!

No matter how much Dick makes the kid like him Tim is always his favorite!!

(It will be funny if Batsis who doesn't like Dick at all is also around. He will be losing his mind!!)

A/N:Oh my gosh yes! Lowkey Batsis and Tim being co-sibling-parents lolll. Honestly Tim and Batsis duo is so iconic. I need to do more. I love them. look at him...he's such a good brother.

Here's the thing, Dick is the honorary dad of the family. Like he's changed diapers, taught how to tie shoes, walked his siblings to school and gone to graduations... All the siblings go to him with their problems before Bruce.

Now new baby alert,,,,Dick is in full papa mode and is ready to do the same with batchild and is so hurt when the kid screams in his arms. Like anytime he's near or picks the child up like this kid is in distress. O my gosh I feel so bad. Poor Dick.

Dick is seriously trying so hard to make batchild love him but nothing he does works. Dick could have cocomelon on full blast and wearing a Barney costume and this kid will be trying to get away.

Eventually like Jason has to be like..."dude, please just let someone else take care of em'. They need more time to adjust to you."

It's because of his blue eyes isn't it? Dick unintentionally has the Miley Cyrus blue eyed stare and the kid cannot take it. lol

All jokes aside it's really not that bad but it's clear that Dick isn't their favorite. There's definitely cute moments where Dick is sitting down with batchild in his arms and they are munching on some snacks. Or Dick is singing to them or doing a fun trick with them in the air. But ultimately the kid seems to gravitate to other siblings instead.

Dick doesn't really know how to function though. I mean we've seen just how insane he is with batsis. Only problem is he cannot be as forceful with the child in fear of scaring them.

I think the batchild and Tim situation won't get to him until he sees batsis, Tim and batchild all together.

The whole Tim obsession is out of the blue. Like Tim is almost always in his room or in a dark corner somewhere doing research. He decides to come out one evening as he had a bit of time after solving some cases...

I like to think Tim is a super geek who probably wears cartoon pajama pants or silly slippers and it caught the kid's attention so he's waddling towards him.

Tim is kind of like...what is happening? What do I do with this young human? He's kind of awkward with the kid at first but the kid is just loving himmm. Tim will try to explain the character that it is on his clothes to the kid, and they will try cutely mimicking him and Tim's heart just melts.

"Oh uhh...this is Link from..well Zelda.."

"lwink...frwum zweldwa..?'

The kid is dead set on sitting with him during dinner too. Like they climb into his lap and starting eating off of his plate. It's perfectly okay because Tim doesn't eat much at all so he didn't mind the kid messing the plate up.

He stays out in the living room a little longer than usual that night to play with the kid a little, it's super sweet.

I like to think Tim and batsis are rather close siblings so there are times where Tim will be coupe up in this room and batsis will come in with batchild and pull him away from his work. Batchild loves playing pretend with the two, specifically knights and dragons and hospital. It's nice seeing Tim a bit out of his element and having fun.

Sometimes batkid will just fall asleep in Tim's arms as he's working late. Speaking of, Tim takes to the kids like they're his little apprentice. Oftentimes you'll find them together with tons of case files out and the kid is grabbing items or pinning things on the board for Tim. Seriously that child's reading level went from first grade to 10th in the span of a few months lmaooo

But there's often times where batsis and Tim are with them. Quickly they become the kid's favorite siblings and they want them to do everything. Like when the kid is hurt, they'll cry for either. If the kid need to get ready for school, they want either to help. If it's movie night, the kid is squished in-between the two. You guys basically broke the honorary parents and it's so adorbs.

But this is where I said Dick is not having it. I feel like Dick was never threatened by Tim until now. Like sure Dick knew that Batsis and Tim were kind of close in a way and he was okay with batkid taking a liking to him...but all three of you being your own little squad is killing him.

He hates being excluded and not being needed so he's like ripping his hair out. He'll try inviting himself into the group and like the kid is just ignoring him...

Dick will try to open a juice box for the kid and now the kid doesn't even want it anymore like....bruh I wants Timmy to open it for me :(

Honestly I am not even sure really how Dick copes...Like I just feel like he doesn't explode because like I said he doesn't wanna scare the kiddo but idkkkk

[icebarefoxy]

Spins them Around

Gifs below if You Too Want to stare at them spinning

[atariakana]

I've seen lots of these types of posts lately and with the new year coming up, now seems like a good time to share a personal anecdote:

A few New Years ago--I don't remember exactly which, time is soup to me these days--I made a New Year's Resolution to leave at least one comment on every fic I finished. It is the only resolution I have ever kept for more than like, a month. I stopped commenting on every fic at some point, because some days my brain just Will Not cooperate and it was causing undue pressure for something that was supposed to be fun, but--for at least two years, I kept it up. Some of them were essay-comments, some of them were one sentence, some were just emojis. But I always found something to say, and do you know what? It was one of the best things I've ever done. Here are some reasons why:

1. I got better at expressing myself. At first it was hard to put all of my Big Complicated Feelings about a fic into words, but as I continued to leave comments pretty much daily, it obviously got easier. And this started to bleed into my regular life--it got so much easier to express gratitude, care, and love to my friends and family. The words didn't get stuck in my throat anymore, and it wasn't as hard to parse complex emotions. It genuinely made me a better communicator.

2. I got to make people happy for fast, easy, and free. Sometimes I would spend like 30 seconds just giving my honest thoughts and I would get a reply back that I made an author's week. Their entire week! For just saying what was on my mind! After they made my week by writing something beautiful about a thing I loved! It's, like, the world's best positive feedback loop. You get to TALK to the people making beautiful art and THEY TALK BACK. NOWEHERE else do you get that kind of direct connection, quite frankly. Revel in it.

3. Extra lore drops/easter eggs/explanations for things. I love lore so much and when people construct complex little universes or paragraphs worth of justification for like one (1) throwaway mechanic or trope I eat that shit up. And all of that doesn't always make it into the fic, however, sometimes if you ask for it. The author will just. Tell you. And sometimes, you don't even have to ask, you just talk about an aspect you liked and the author will be like "funny you should mention that" and tell you background you didn't even know existed. Again I say: where else do you get this so easily. Revel!

4. The joy of receiving AO3 emails. This one may sound silly but honestly when most of what I get are promo emails and correspondence I Do Not want to deal with, the little spark of happiness I get from seeing "reply to your comment on..." in my inbox is such a blessing. Between chapter updates and comment replies, there was a period when I was getting like a dozen AO3 emails a week. Do not underestimate the serotonin boost receiving a dozen AO3 emails in a week can give you.

Most of the people I interact with/have interacted with regularly have been in fandom for a good ten years, at least, and so are part of an older fandom culture. But I have gotten glimpses, through posts like this, of a changing climate. People seem to have mistakenly constructed a divide between the Artist and the Consumer. This is a divide that exists, perhaps, for big time actors and pop stars, who are doing a job and getting paid for their work, and who have large numbers of fans who want their attention. But the relationship between fic authors and fic readers is not that of Artists and Consumers--we are a community. Nobody here has legions of fans, we are the fans, and the reason we post anything is in the hopes of connecting with someone over the things that we love. We are doing this for eachother. AO3 comments are not the same as writing a letter to your favorite youtuber or whatever, they are engaging with your community. And engaging with a community is one of the most rewarding things you can do.

So tl;dr: leave comments! It's fun I promise!

someone I follow on the bird app just announced they’re starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they’re reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic

I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS

I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there’s 10,000 other people that will continue…but if you participate in a fic “book club” server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?

the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don’t rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit “post”

[luckyofthelawnvariety]

You know what sure, I'll make a list of things I didn't realize about Etho before, after watching his entire Hermitcraft s10:

he is really good at designing little aesthetic details

he enjoys being a little menace to the other hermits (and is used to them giving him shit back, he actually expects it)

(an interesting example of the above is him attempting to tease joel with the statues, but when he realizes joel took it seriously he backs off and gives him his own statues)

he'll branch out on occasion and try something new he hasn't done before (the statues of hermits, armor stands)

he is such a perfectionist my goodness

he isn't a fan of overloading a space with details. he IS a fan of smoothing out build details so they flow into each other as much as possible (see how much he messes with the details on the bridges and gateways, making things the same colors etc)

he will kind of just poke at a problem until he figures it out. this applies to things other than redstone too.

ngl a lot of the redstone goes over my head (I break technology on a good day) but he's very good at breaking it down into chucks, to where I feel I could replicate a lot of what he makes, even if I don't entirely understand it.

on a similar note, the way he and tango both will just...put things together in such a way where you just stare at the result. frogger is insane and wonderful.

also, hilarious how worked up he gets defending his silly setup and decisions. tbf I am the exact same way but it's fun to see (I have a computer that I used until, I kid you not, it couldn't go longer than 10 min without shutting itself down. I am also the problem, mr. mic-stand-tissue-box)

he has his favorites to go bother, of course bdubs, but gem is also a favorite now, and doc and beef you can tell he thinks are fun to mess with

he has a lot of respect for other hermits? honestly it's in a chill way but he likes to go check things out and he'll back off if he feels he's overstepped. which should be standard but still, glad to see it.

he will join in on the bit, but he's normally pretty calm about it unless he likes it

disclaimer: don't mean anything by this, but sir you eat the same sandwich for lunch every day and will mimic sounds and vocal inflections you like. why are you me.

he is so petty. it's easy to miss if you aren't paying too much attention but he is SO petty, he is cleo levels of petty and judgmental.

he also will compliment people when he is genuinely impressed. sometimes it will be only to his viewers, but honestly the hermits are etho fans anyways so they'll probably get the message.

this man LIES. it's more obvious in the life series, and it ties into the pettiness and being a menace to other hermits, but he will straight up lie, especially if he thinks it's funny

he's a builder as much as he is a redstoner. it's not this way in every series but he has an eye for design and is good at enacting it, he just also has the ability to just make a build without making it super nice. (some builder hermits I'm pretty sure are incapable of letting themselves build something genuinely ugly. even bdubs stupid house in secret life is good...while etho can value practicality over pretty)

he'll pick up little things from other hermits, either in videos or actions. he's really open to learning. unless he's currently being petty. (see: he does intros similar to gem now, he'll adapt little redstone things he sees other hermits using, or little build details)

he is also really chill about teaching and giving advice, in that he'll tell you what he thinks could be better, same as he judges himself pretty much. sometimes he'll hold back, but he's in it to help you out and help you improve

he likes puzzles :)

he is always thinking of ways to improve, either himself or what he's making or the game of minecraft itself

he gets irritated with himself when he's having trouble with something. he's extremely stubborn and will sometimes out stubborn himself

on a very similar note: he is EXTREMELY competitive (see: giving himself a nosebleed doing cub's maze, not stopping until he gets the highest possible score on impulse's grass game, ALL OF DECKED OUT)

he likes doing things for his friends tbh. he really liked making frogger for the hermits, he likes figuring out new things that the hermits will use. I notice this more as a gem watcher, because the way etho was pretty much like "look at this, look what I did!" to gem about the trident farm...the hermits are hilarious

overall, here for a good time, and a slightly petty and perfectionist time, but a good time. and if he gets to bother the other hermits, or has to put up with the other hermits bothering him, so be it

in summary: I've always been a gem main, but I guess I'm a gemboy and an ethogirl now

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

silly software-based doodles

i've noticed i generally like putting these guys in their lower ranges, and while that's fine for the most part w/ adjustments, oliver usually ends up suffering b/c he is not built to go that low 😭😭

also related to oliver: he is not built for really fast songs 😭 i mean i suppose you can force him to sing one but even w/ adjustments he's not gonna sound all that great, definitely more suited for slower-paced songs

all the jpnloids can easily exchange a bunch of .vpr/.vsqx & whatever files w/ each other b/c duh native japanese support. rip oliver and moke in non-native jpn jail since if i want them to sing one of those i have to do SO MUCH manual phoneme correction... explodes

[ouiouimochi]

Grumpy Snowman

pairing/s: jin kamurai x reader

wc: 700

warning/s: no beta we die like zenji, short, characters may be ooc, no thoughts head empty when making this, wonky phone format

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙�� ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙

On the 1st day of simpmas, my true love gave to me

“Why is my name on this snowman? Tohma, give me your gloves. Whichever half-wit made this has shit for eyes.”

“That would seem unwise, Captain” Tohma voiced, concealing a glint of mirth in his eyes by closing them accompanied by his signature smile.

Jin crossed his arms, waiting for the other male to follow his order until his vice captain eventually slipped off his gloves. The silver haired male wore one glove on his dominant hand before tracing a finger over his name on the snowman, erasing it in the process as well as leaving an awkward looking crevice on the surface of the snowman.

After removing the glove and throwing it back to Tohma, both of them proceeded inside Frostheim without a word.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

Crunching of snow accompanied your humming while on the way to the Frostheim house, mood elevated for today. You immediately went for the main entrance, already used to being called over on a certain grumpy man’s whims.

Your eyes then turned to the area of snow you played with Luca and Kaito on, smiling fondly at the fun memory…

Laughter filled the air after a few thrown snowballs. You three eventually settled for making snowmen.

Left to your own devices, you finished yours— it looked like it was frowning. With a giggle, a certain someone immediately came to mind and you start to unconsciously write his name on the body of your work. You stood up with a fond smile, proud of your masterpiece—

You then stopped on your tracks when you noticed something wrong with the cute snowman you made with your friends. Eyebrows scrunched, albeit a little upset.

‘Whoever tampered with my work is quite the busybody’

With your mood a bit flipped over, you walked into the giant castle.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

“Oi, servant. Your mood seems to be more down than usual. It's fucking ruining my tea.”

You gathered up the documents on the coffee table, compiling them together into a neat stack. You sighed.

“Someone ruined a work of mine.” You actually don't know why you answered when he wasn't even asking. Perhaps your ruined mood did the talking for you.

“Hmn? Do you know who did it?” He spoke gruffly. Despite the unbothered tone he put on, you were already quite familiar with the way Jin talked and acted.

He cared— not that he'd admit it— and he'd reason out that no one should bother “his favorite servant”. Although after thinking about it some more, he sometimes went over the top…

You shook your head, waving off his question. Who knew what he'd do to the poor perpetrator if he were to find out. You felt silly now for being upset over a small thing that can't even be called an issue.

“I- Nevermind that, it wasn't that important anyways.”

You took another stack of papers, sifting and scanning through them, before neatly compiling them yet again. Your eyes met his and you found that it was already staring at your form the whole time.

Standing up, you took the papers you needed to hand to Cornelius.

“I believe it's my cue to take my leave now, Jin.” You awaited his response as if asking permission to go out.

He clicks his tongue and takes a whiff out of a cigarette. With a puff of smoke and slouching into the sofa, he finally spoke.

“Do what you want.”

You smiled at him, doing a small bow before turning on your heels.

“Please do take care, it has started becoming colder as of late.”

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

“Tohma, you damned rat. You knew all along and didn't fucking stop me.” Jin’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his mouth into a scowl.

“I believe I did warn you that it was unwise, Captain.” Tohma's annoyingly matter-of-fact voice reached the silver-haired male’s ears

After summoning the busy vice captain to his quarters in order to investigate what got you so down, Jin was only met with the other ghoul’s irritating snicker as he revealed that the Captain himself was the one involved in the said incident.

He pinches his nose, clicking his tongue again.

“Go fucking send her this then.”

“Should I include in the letter that you're sorry for calling her a half-wit with shit for eyes?”

“You got a damned death wish?”

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

Later that evening, you received a package containing a delicate snow globe that had a polar bear and brown cat inside.

You had an inkling of an idea who sent it— perhaps you'd have to mentally apologize for calling him a busybody.

'Maybe the snowman was actually ugly'

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙

note/s: soo I'm participating in the simpmas event, courtesy of @justwinginglife , where I post a fic for a diff character (that I simp for) each day until the 25th. Hopefully I'll be able to commit to finishing the event— I cannot promise that the ones I post are gonna be complete either. Do expect short fics instead of the fleshed out ones. I do apologize for my inactivity, uni has absolutely been destroying me

lastly, even though it was jin's fault for erasing his name on that snowman i made for him— I'd 100% agree with him and say it isn't his fault character apologist anything could be his fault but I'd gaslight everyone to think it was their fault instead

taglist: @ryescapades , @minasfwoopyponytail + anyone else who wants to be added!

[huneyrain]

COCO!!!!!!!! 💛💛💛 THANK YOU FOR THE TAG!!! also yes you can tag this blog for tag games!!! i love when you tag me in these it makes me so happy, giggling kicking my feet even

ANYWAYS hiiii!! im rain <3

how do you spend your free time? ::

writing, playing video games, watching video essays, drawing, and maybe reading if i have a book im currently hooked on! when it comes to video games i play a lot of roguelikes & cozy games, also anything nintendo

what are your hobbies and how did you get into them? ::

art, writing, gaming, caring for succulents / plants, and sometimes bracelet-making! i got into art back when i was in elementary, it's just always something ive loved and as i got older i started dabbling in digital art, i still thoroughly enjoy art and it's always going to be a big part of me!! for writing... i was always someone who wrote very detailed, i often got points off or notes from teachers as a young kid because i wrote "too much" 💔💔 in middle school i started writing fanfic in my spare time and i just fell in love with writing; even writing papers, non-fiction, narratives, fanfic, i love it all, it's what i want to do with my life! gaming is just gaming, i just love it LOL, and then for my succulents, I started taking care of plants on my 18th birthday and now it motivates me to take on the day!! plus i wanna see them grow!! and bracelet-making, i like silly accessories and the way they jingle

what book or movie left a lasting impression on you? ::

HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON!!! that series has shaped my LIFE. i have a deep love for dragons and the fantastical, i bonded with my boyfriend because of our mutual love for HTTYD, its just such a big part of me... i remember me, him, and all my friends went to see HTTYD3 in highschool when it released and we SOBBED. i love that franchise to DEATH. (also my bf now runs a project to create a HTTYD mod & map in minecraft!! it's REALLY cool and looks beautiful so far)

what kind of music do you enjoy? ::

VOCALOID, pop, j-pop, musicals, and indie!!! vocaloid is the biggest one for me, im particularly partial to len, miku, kaito, and teto <33 current recommendations would be "MONITORING" by deco*27, and "ROT FOR CLOUT" by jamie paige!!

who is your favorite character and why?? ::

MEGURU BACHIRA... i love his vibes!! he's such a silly, bubbly, happy-go-lucky guy, and i love the energy he has. everything about him is so fun and silly, and also it's a big contrast to his deep inner feelings of loneliness he battles with in S1 and idk i just love him... UGH

VERY honorable mention is my other fav TSUKASA TENMA... also very bubbly and energetic, which came from a sad backstory of wanting to help his sister and feeling powerless!! i seem to love the hyper-energetic but complex vibes in characters

TAGS TAGS TAGS!!! no obligation, and feel free to join even if you aren't tagged!!!

@therealdogsinmymind @underlash @jovei @itsgivingsadd @iimouto-z

tag + q&a game ₊˚ෆ

hello! i thought it would be cute and exciting to do a tag game with all my mutuals to not only talk about themselves, but have fun! so here is my short little game:

alongside this picrew, share 5 things about yourself!

• how do you spend your free time? • what are your hobbies and how did you get into them? • what book or movie left a lasting impression on you? • what kind of music do you enjoy? • who is your favorite character (atm or all time) and why?

i will start first!

my name is rurumi and i enjoy spending my free time writing!

some of my hobbies (outside of writing) includes: drawing, building gundams and keyboards, and fashion! i got into most of them on a whim and became instantly hooked. aside from self-expression, being into fashion also helps with making friends in college because you always have something to talk about!

a book that left a lasting impression on me would have to be either kafka on the shore by haruki murakami or before the coffee gets cold by toshikazu kawaguchi. both stories have kept me up at night thinking a lot about the 'what ifs' in life.

i enjoy soul/r&b alongside anything of jrock influence, but i will basically listen to anything that sounds good. i am currently listening to 'so what' by lucy!

my favorite character at the moment is rin itoshi from blue lock because hes so ridiculously edgy, but at the same time i sympathize with him a lot. on the other hand, my favorite character of all time is suletta mecury from the witch from mercury series, she's an absolute ball of sunshine that i aspire to be.

tagging (+ no pressure) ₊˚ෆ

@kaiser1ns @naenaex0xx @shomatoriashi @choccorin @ryescapades

@rindreamery @soleillunne @kissxcore @rainswept @mitsvriii

[puckinghischier]

Moments where you’re dancing on the line between friendship and something more w/ Nico? I need some fluff this morning.

I hope you have a great Sunday 💓

you catch yourself realizing the line is blurred the most when it comes to your daily routine. just the simple, mundane things you find yourself doing with him.

because really, do friends meet up for coffee every morning? whether its at one another’s apartment or out at a local coffee shop, you never miss your morning coffee dates when nico is in town. if he hosts, he buys breakfast pastries or cooks a whole homemade spread, always praising his mom’s recipes. if you’re hosting, its donuts and cereal, because you should never be trusted in a kitchen.

do friends meet up for lunch every day, even after having already met for breakfast and coffee? if he isn’t meeting you out for a quick bite somewhere close to the rink, you’re showing up at the arena with take out, or to wait on him until he’s done. the only other people you ever see there are the other player’s girlfriends or wives and their kids. you never see just a ‘buddy’ or a ‘friend’ there.

do friends take naps in the same bed, bodies pressed so tightly together you can feel every breath the other person takes? it doesn’t matter if its your place or nico’s, you’re always waiting for him somewhere after practice. he immediately walks through the door, either flinging himself on top of you on the couch, or dragging you to stand, pulling you towards the bedroom. he’d groggily kick his shoes off and throw his hat somewhere in the room before crawling into the soft, warm bed, patting the space beside of him for you to crawl into. “need m’teddy bear please,” he’d barely mumble, sounding like a kid whining for his favorite toy. the second you’d lay down, he’s pulling your body flush against his, squeezing you just tight enough you can still breathe, but ensuring you’re not going anywhere during the course of the nap.

do friends constantly accompany their friends to couples outings with his teammates, nobody ever questioning your presence? you always sit with jesper and nicole, having bonded with her the most over the course of yours and nico’s ‘friendship’. the first time he ever introduced you to her, she told you how lovely it was to meet ‘the infamous captain’s girl’ jesper always told her so much about. when you corrected her and told her you two were just friends, you noticed the look her and jesper shared, but she apologized and the conversation moved on. you still catch them looking at the two of you suspiciously sometimes. like when nico’s had a few too many glasses of wine with dinner and his hand finds its way to the back of your chair, or the exposed skin of your thigh. every few minutes he looks over at you with a wide grin, eyes glossy and happy from his buzz. “y’having fun, schatz?” he’d slightly slur, leaning his face so close to yours you can smell the sweet wine on his breath. “mhmmm” you’d hum back, giggling at his relaxed state. “you ever gonna tell me what that means, swiss miss?” you’d ask him, poking his dimple, your own silly nickname returned, as it is every time you as him that question. “nope,” he’d giggle, popping his ‘p’ before tuning back into his conversation with erik and kristen. you’d look over to see nicole and jesper looking at you, their own knowing grins on their faces.

do friends travel back home with one another every year? for as long as you can remember, nico has insisted you join him on his trip back home to switzerland each summer before he joins you on your own visits back home around the holidays. he takes you on all of his adventures when he’s back in his mountains. you’ve met every single one of his childhood friends, and his family treats you as one of their own at this point. you’ve even asked nina to teach you some swiss german, so you can keep up a little bit better when you’re out and about. of course, the first word you ask her about is ‘schatz’, but she won’t tell you either, asking if nico ever calls you that. “well yeah, but mostly when he’s been drinking a little bit and his languages start mixing together,” you laugh, thinking about how often he gets tongue tied between german and english after a few beers. her eyes sparkle with something you can’t decipher, stating you’ll figure it out eventually. but when you hear rino utter the name to katja one evening at dinner, you assume it doesn’t mean ‘friend’.

do friends gift each other personalized jewelry with the other’s jersey number? when nico joins you on your ventures back home it’s usually around the holidays, not wanting him to be alone, but knowing he doesn’t have time to get back to switzerland with his schedule. and he always works together with your parents to have all of your gifts he buys you shipped to your parents house, claiming he doesn’t want to risk you snooping and finding them hidden somewhere in his apartment. he even buys for your parents and siblings, just as they buy for him at this point. but every year, he gifts you something branded with the number 13 on it. one year it was a personalized jersey you could wear to his home games, the next it was your own practice hoodie since you constantly tell nico how comfy his is. he even had a customized charm made for your crowded charm bracelet, a small, red 13 with devil horns curved around the top of the number. this year, though, it’s the most beautiful silver necklace you had ever seen, a dainty number 13 hanging from the chain, small red diamonds outlining the silver numbers. on the smooth back of the modest charm, you read the small engraving of ‘merry christmas, schatz’. you thank him as he fastens the jewelry around your neck, telling him how beautiful it as and how much you love it. but the entire time your brain is clogged with thoughts of that damn name again, wondering how much longer you can convince yourself that this is how friends behave.

at the next game of his after the holiday break, you’re in your seat with nicole, one of nico’s jerseys on your back, your new necklace resting delicately around your neck. of course, when nicole spotted the shiny new addition, she didn’t say a word. the two of you opted for glass seats this game, considering it was an important rivalry game for the team. the fast paced game never slowed down once all night, each team responding with their own goal each time their opponents scored. but when the devils found their self in overtime, racing back and forth to try and score before their opponents, nico caught your eye when he was on the bench, getting ready to go out for a shift. his eyes trailed down to the necklace resting in-between your collar bones, a new glint in his eye while you waved at him and mouthed an encouraging ‘you’ve got this!’ with two thumbs up. he winks in response right before he stands and glides out onto the ice. no sooner than his skates hit the slippery ground, jesper passes him the puck as nico glides expertly around the opposing three players, planting himself right in front of their goaltender as he takes his shot. the puck slides right in-between the large, closing leg pads, the goaltender not quite fast enough in his movements. the horn sounds, signaling the devils win. you and nicole jump up, cheering for your boys while they celebrate on the ice. and when you’re waiting for the two of them to exit the locker room afterwards, jesper coming out first and giving you a small smile before making his way to nicole, you turn back to see nico coming through the large door, smiling widely as he walks right to you. before you can even get a word out, nico’s dropping his bag and taking your face between his hands, pulling your face towards his and capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

once he pulls back you look at him in shock, trying to process what just happened. “i-…nico what was that?” you stutter, not registering the whoops and hollers coming from jesper and nicole. “something i’ve been wanting to do for a very long time, schatz,” he grins, pulling you back in for a other searing kiss. this time you kiss him back, face heating when you finally register the cheers coming from behind you, not caring in the slightest that this is definitely something friends don’t do.

[jheasscult]

a christmas gift | rhea ripley x jey uso fanfic.

summary: After Dom's betrayal, Rhea is depressed, so Damian and another person decide to give her anonymous gifts every day in December, almost like a treasure hunt.

Chapter One; "The Beginning of a Month Full of Santas"

Dom's betrayal was something... unexpected. Come on, who would expect that from their partner? Everything changed in an instant, taking her out of her comfort zone and leaving her full of doubts.

The most painful thing was seeing them backstage, loving each other and happy, while she could only hide in Priest's chest to be able to sob a while without the cameras or people judging her.

She felt alone, confused and a little strange. Months had passed, but she still felt that loneliness. Finn and the others were Liv's allies, another hard blow that she hid from everyone with her usual mask of chaos and brutality.

She didn't want to cry because she knew that no one would comfort her anymore.

Jey...it was a different case. Each one was on their own and with their problems. Jey was dealing with his narcissistic cousin and thousands of family problems. While she was fighting for her title back.

But that doesn't mean she didn't feel...abandoned.

But she didn't blame him, he didn't love her and would never stay by her side.

Dom didn't do it, nor did he do it on the judgement day. Why did he do it?

or maybe she was just overthinking.

She sighed, shaking those thoughts off. She was getting ready for the night of the War Games and she knew herself that she didn't want to be distracted. She was fixing her boots, until she saw Priest enter her locker room.

"Hey," the man greeted, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame.

She just nodded her head in greeting, not wanting to speak.

"Ready to take back your title and get your revenge?" Priest joked, looking at her fondly.

"Liv will probably get away with it, like she always does," she whispered, not wanting to look at him.

she heard priest sigh, they had had this conversation a million times. sometimes, she felt useless. she had managed to beat charlotte flair, zelina vega, becky lynch and more wonderful women, but she couldn't beat liv morgan and raquel? it made her feel sick.

She always pretended to be okay, she would be. She hated being made fun of. The only people who really knew her were The Judgement Day. And now they were with her enemy. Looking for any opportunity to make her feel bad and cruel.

She liked to tell herself that at least she had Priest, but the voices in her head only told her that Priest had his own issues with Gunther.

He wouldn't be with her forever. And unfortunately she knew it. But she decided to ignore those thoughts so as not to feel worse than she already does.

"Don't be negative. I'll make sure dom doesn't interfere and I promise you'll be fine." Priest tried to calm her down, approaching with slow steps.

"I'm always fine, priest"

She ruffled her hair as she tried to compose herself. None of her fans would want to see a weak or ill Rhea. She was stressed, she had already disappointed everyone in Bad Blood. She didn't want to do it again, not that night.

She felt Priest's gaze, and it made her stomach turn.

"Hey, Rhea, listen to me. Everything will be okay. I promise I'll be there."

She nodded a little, not wanting to fight about it as always happened every time she contradicted him.

"Besides, someone has a gift for you after tonight."

"Gift? For me? It's impossible. My birthday was in October."

She looked at him confused, while Priest tried not to laugh.

"It's a Christmas present, silly."

"Who could it be? The only one who can give me those gifts was... it's you." She immediately recovered, she was about to name the judgement day and dom. she would not be bitter about that day any more, so she just named priest.

Before the priest could speak, she continued, "Besides, it's not December yet. It's tomorrow."

"I won't tell you who it is, little sister. You'll have to find out for yourself." the man sentenced, and then continued. "Besides, who says December can't start today for you? Santa always showers the right people with gifts."

She saw him wink in amusement and watched him walk away, this was definitely a silly joke.

"PRIEST! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? This isn't fair. Are you really going to leave me wondering?" She screamed, as she could hear Priest laughing down the hall.

"Good luck in war games today, sis!" She heard him say from a distance while laughing. He was definitely a son of a bitch.

Great, besides having to put up with Liv and her 'daddy' Dom, now I had to put up with Priest's bad joke.

may god have mercy on her and her poor stressed out soul, dammit.

Also, a good person? I mean, she scared everyone and she was a goth. She was definitely not the Santa type and would probably get coal.

Fuck.

[stabbythespaceroomba]

We need to talk about Scar on red and how he gets gen a bit scary - he loves being on red So Badlyyyyyyy but ‘sometimes you just need to slit a throat’ and him just killing random animals in case they were Scott was CRAZY (love him)

And like his power this session was So On Brand for him - it has a fun facade that everyone loved to interact with and made Scar look harmless and then Also had a dangerous underside.

Just like scar himself, people overlooked how dangerous it could be. They seemed to forget that Scar’s power was knockback and Very efficient at times bc of the silly front!

Who’s worried about scar when he’s just a silly little guy???? He can sit on people look!! How funny and silly!!! And then BAM Bdubs/Scott/Martyn in quick succession

But yes the point of this was that I love red!scar and also this power was SOOOO him xox scary on the inside and silly guy on out

[bunn1mi]

Ranma ½: A Heartwarming Blend of Humor and Gender Fluidity.

Camila Campos Vargas.

Recently, I started watching the reanimation of Ranma ½, and what can I say? I’ve been loving it. For most of my life, I never had much interest in watching the show—I thought it was too old and sometimes a bit ridiculous. Plus, as a closeted kid, I couldn’t understand why Akane would love Ranma even in his "girl form."

Ranma ½ began airing in Japan on April 15, 1989. The series was produced by the animation studio Studio Deen, a company known for its work on manga adaptations. The anime is based on the manga of the same name by Rumiko Takahashi and was originally broadcast on Fuji TV. The series was split into two parts: Ranma ½ and Ranma ½ Nettohen, totaling 161 episodes.

The story revolves around Ranma Saotome, a teenage martial artist who, after a training accident in China, is cursed to transform into a girl whenever he is splashed with cold water. He reverts to his male form when exposed to hot water. This transformation creates a complex and humorous dynamic in his life, particularly with his (forced) fiancée, Akane Tendo, and other characters.

The series is known for its blend of action, slapstick humor, and romantic comedy, often revolving around the chaos created by Ranma's transformations, the complicated relationships between characters, and the search for a cure for the curses.

So, what’s my opinion about it? To put it simply: I love it. I think the "ridiculous" yet silly humor is refreshing, especially in a time when most mainstream jokes seem to revolve around (in my opinion) being a perv. I also think the series is revolutionary in its views on same-sex relationships, as well as the fluidity of gender itself. Of course, the main couple, Akane and Ranma, is still "strictly heterosexual," but the way the story addresses love, gender, and gender fluidity with Ranma is something that... in a way, heals my heart.

I wish there were more series like this—just light-hearted fun, love, and the freedom it brings to us viewers.

By: Camila Campos Vargas.

[wonder-farm-hc]

Shane Headcanons!! 🐔💜

Just some general hcs for Shane, because I think he's very...silly...

No explicit content!

Reminder that requests are open!

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💜 He tells the player he “never had much of a family”, well, I interpret that as him being in the foster system and passing through different families. His parents simply weren't ready for a kid, and gave him up for adoption

💜 In the end, he got tired of it all and rented a room in Marnie’s ranch

💜 Shane has identified as bisexual ever since he was 15. The realization wasn't anything dramatic, he just thought that he didn't like just girls, but other genders too. Since he didn’t ever have much of a family, he didn’t bother telling his foster parents. He doesn't really talk about it with people, but that's because he doesn't really talk about his personal life.

💜 Him, Marnie and Jas have movie nights at the farm, once a week (and when picking the movie, Shane and Marnie usually can’t resist Jas’ requests) (this is how Shane knows the entirety of “Rapunzel” by memory)

💜 Jas regularly says out of pocket stuff, especially to Shane

💜 Shane loves to pick up Jas and carry her on his shoulder, even if he doesn’t admit it when she asks

💜 After he gives up alcohol (with the encouragement of the farmer) he finds out he likes to keep in shape, actually: he often goes for walks around the forest, near the river, and on the beach

💜 He baby talks to the chickens and has a nickname for each of them. Even Marnie doesn't know how he tells them apart

💜 He has…deep self-esteem issues (duh) and after what went on with the farmer, he feels guilty about it

💜 He’s actually friends with Harvey (after the whole getting-recovered thing, they got to know each other).

💜 He got to know Elliott little by little, especially after getting better, when he became a bit friendlier with people. They surprisingly get along well: although Shane can't always understand Elliott's tastes (and viceversa), they have lots of fun! Plus, Elliott is fond of Jas, and often sees her in the library. Anyone who gets close to Jas is bound to hear something about Shane, as well

💜 After a while Shane, Elliott and Harvey start having "guy nights" at Harvey's place (as Elliott's cabin is too small). The nights usually consists of drinking some beer, wine or cider, and putting on a cheap movie that Shane fishes out of Joja's dvd discount bin. Usually it's something so bad that Shane ends up screaming at the tv while Elliott and Harvey discuss the writing in much more detail (but still take the time to agree with Shane's less...academic way of criticizing)

💜 He would never admit this, but it's actually so fun and nice to have some guy friends in town that are closer to his age

💜 He’s always been friends with Emily as well: it may not look like it, but they have similar music taste and sense of humor, so it was easy for them to become friends

💜 At first, he truly despised Sam, as he started to work after Shane, and he wasn’t that patient with him. But little by little they grew closer, and became friends (even if Shane hardly admits it). Now, they like to irritate Morris together

💜 Since it's canon that Shane play videogames in the saloon after he quits drinking, I imagine he sometimes gets invited/challenged by Sam, on Friday nights where Sam, Abigail and Sebastian hang out at the saloon. Abigail and Sebastian still think he's a bit too grumpy for their liking, but they respect his skills at the game

💜 Speaking of, he's the best gamer in town. He has a console in his room, and has loved video games since he was in elementary school

[darling-heffron]

I hope you like our little moodboards we are planning to do one for each chapter! I'm not the creative so you can tell when it's my shitty handiwork LMAO Sol come save me. She is the artist so... IDK why I was allowed to do moodboards. Anyway enough of my rambling, here is chapter five!!

taglist: @malarkgirlypop, @mellow-human, @next-autopsy

Chapter Five: Muddied hands 

Sam laid on her belly, the map spread out before her as she used a pencil to trace her path. She needed to get from her position in Amherst to Pittsfield, which was the next closest city. 

The blonde had enough supplies to last her for the three day journey, she could do it in two if she wanted but she didn’t want to risk moving in the dark again. Her plan was simple: move during the day and before the sun set she would have her camp set up. 

She set out the next morning bright and early, she wanted to try and get all the way to Idaho as quickly as she could without dying along the way. But it was a massive journey, one that needed to be taken city by city. 

She knew if she set out the exact route all the way to the safe haven it might not go her way. There were a million factors that could change the route drastically, so she didn’t want to plan that far ahead. Sam knew she would have to be smart about this, travelling too far away from cities could mean she wound up with no supplies. 

Not that she really wanted too but she would have to hop from city to city to make it through alive.   

The girl made it out of the area, the only people she had seen in her travels had been the family she met yesterday. Other than that the town appeared quiet, she didn’t want to find out why, so she left quickly. 

The days were long, walking the path by herself. Sam was able to avoid most of the hoards, she could sneak past without them noticing. If she couldn’t, she found that they were very reactive to sound. Sam could throw an object in the opposite direction to her and it would trigger all of them. 

Once one moved, the others followed.

Sometimes the rabid’s would be by themselves, they looked lost without the rest of the swarm, they would stagger around with no destination in sight. The stragglers would often look worse than the swarms, seemingly more decomposed and skinny. The rabid’s that stuck together looked well fed and plump, decomposing more slowly than the isolated ones. 

Sam sat criss-cross striking the steel across the flint to create a spark that would light the tinder in the campfire she had set up. It was unlikely anyone would find her in the dense bush, so she felt more confident in lighting it. Sam hadn’t been using fires when she was closer to towns, she was unsure who or what it would attract. She didn’t need unwanted company, the blonde was a good fighter but she didn’t think she would stand much of a chance if a hoard or group stumbled upon her. 

“Ah ha!” She grinned seeing the spark alight the dry wood shavings she had tirelessly carved earlier in the afternoon. Sam blew on the fire to keep it going, cupping it in her hands to stop the wind from putting out her hard work. 

Once the flame took off she placed it in the middle of her log pile, watching the orange tongue lick at the new fuel she had given it. Sam sat close just watching the fire, enjoying the warmth it gave off, it was somewhat comforting to watch. Listening to the crackling and popping of the wood as the flame consumed it slowly. 

Sam had always wanted to go camping, sit around a campfire and roast marshmallows and sing silly little songs with her family. 

Not that that would even happen, her younger self was much more optimistic than the bitter girl she had become. The young girl had hope, foolishly so, but it was still hope. Still a sliver of happiness that she could imagine but never grasp. 

Sam’s love of the fire soon grew to disdain, something she always dreamed of, only now she was alone and it wasn’t for fun; to roast marshmallows or sing songs around, it was for survival. Sam sighed moving further back into her tent, bringing her knees into her chest as the fire danced, almost taunting her in a way. 

The blonde focussed her attention on her pack, rustling around in the bag to find what she was looking for. Sam’s hand wrapped around the cold can, pulling it to the surface so she could examine it closer. It was a can of fruit, she had wanted to try and catch something for her dinner but exhaustion pulled at her heavy eyelids. All she wanted was to fill her stomach and try to sleep. 

Sam had never been a great sleeper, any small noise could easily pull her from her slumber. Samantha blamed her father for this trait, he never slept, she had never seen him rest. 

When he was home he marched around the house on the phone, or sorted paperwork. He was up at all times during the night. Sam liked to watch him, sneaking downstairs after hearing the front door unlock and open, she knew it was him, he always came home late after everyone else had left or had gone to bed. 

But Sam’s ears perked at that familiar sound of his heavy boots falling on the tile floor. She would sneak down and hide in the shadows, he would never notice her, hell he often forgot she existed. 

Sam remembered one time he was home during the day and had run into her in the halls, he looked at her questioning her presence in his home, and then she saw it, he remembered who she was. 

She would never forget the feeling in her chest, as his eyes grew hard and stance became taller, more assertive. Her father’s body reacted to her as if she was a stray dog on the street, he stuck up his nose and pretended he didn’t see her, moving on with his day. 

But that young girl still held hope, still held onto the ‘maybe’s’ and ‘what if’s’. She didn’t hate her father, even after he stepped around her without an exchange of words or even the courtesy to look at her. But the Sam now, the older, more resentful, this one hated him with every fibre of her being.  

Samantha curled into her sleeping bag, her trusty knife clutched to her chest, she let sleep tug her down into darkness, maybe, just maybe, she would be able to sleep peacefully tonight, but she didn’t hold hope. 

To no one's surprise the blonde didn’t sleep well, noises and rustling nearby didn’t let her relax all night. She would drift off to then wake in a jolt to a noise in the distance. Sam’s mind always raced, thinking of all the things it could potentially be, she was rational, but now with the rabid’s on the loose what was rational? 

Sam packed her gear, heading out on the road again. She stomped out the embers that still smoked under the early morning sun. She made her way through the trees, which was easier said than done. 

These parts of the woods had never been trailed before, there was no clear path she was following, just the one of least resistance. 

Sam swung her axe bringing down the dead branches and debris that blocked her way, she hummed a tune as she worked, there was nothing else to do to keep her entertained. She always had to be on lookout which drained her, every sense she had was running on overdrive. 

A noise caught her attention, groaning in the distance. Sam crouched down low, positioning herself behind the trees so that she couldn’t be seen. Her ears perked like a dog, listening closely for any sign of movement. It was odd that most of the time she heard things like this she hoped it was a rabid. 

Something about the people that lurked around didn’t seem too inviting. 

Sam found it easier to kill the lonesome rabid’s, but the thought of finding another human that had cruel intentions sent shivers up her spine. It wasn’t the thought of killing her fellow peer that made her so uncomfortable, that part she was capable and ready to do, it was the interaction. 

Trying to figure out the intentions of the person before deciding whether or not they should live or die. 

Sam wasn’t surprised at what the family had told her when she had been held up in the rampaged supermarket. Sam had been in war, she had seen how people followed rules so eagerly until all hell broke loose. 

People’s morals seem to all but disappear when their world turns to chaos. 

Things that would seem horrific and vile when there was regulation and control; go out the window when it goes. Humans need rules and guidelines to follow, they need order to be set or it all goes to waste. 

But in this new era of mankind, one where fellow humans are now nothing but mindless animals, order seems to be far from the world they used to know. 

Sam stayed out of sight watching the woods closely, her eyes forever scanning the tree line. 

She watched as a small hoard stumbled into view, they groaned together following the leader. They were intriguing to watch despite their gruesome and violent nature. Sam often thought it was so strange that they used to be people, like her. They had lives, jobs, and families.

But now they wandered aimlessly, their only goal was to fill their bellies. 

It was sad to imagine how many people now were these awful creatures, everything they ever lived for so easily ripped away from them. 

Sam was snapped out of her deep thinking by the sound of feet hitting the ground in clumsy fashion. She refocused her attention to the small group only to find they were coming straight for her.

“Ah, shit.” Sam cursed under her breath. She hadn’t needed to fight any of the rabid’s since her first meeting with the driver. But even then she never fought him, just escaped. 

However that situation was different, at that time she had no idea what she was dealing with or what was happening.      

Sam sprung from her hiding spot, axe ready in her hand. 

“Come get me you motherfuckers!” She yelled loudly so they could find her easily. 

The group barreled towards her, their noises mixing in with each other as they rushed for the blonde. 

Sam swung her axe over her head bringing it down with such force that the first rabid’s skull split in half, but in its momentum the body kept moving towards her. She smashed the butt of her axe into its side, flinging it over and out of the way.

The next one chomped for her, his gnashing teeth lashing out at her flesh. Using the handle of her weapon she shoved him away, sending him backwards into the rest of the pack. They tumbled to the ground like pins, but that didn’t mean the fight was over.

The gnawing man leapt to his feet again in no time, making another attempt to get his fill from the angry woman. 

Little did he know she was begging for a fight, Sam was ready to cave some heads in.

And that she did. 

Sam sliced through the air with speed, the rabid stopping in its place before crumpling to the ground. The woman swung so hard she had cleanly decapitated the biter. 

The last two came together at her as a pair, but they were nothing more than mindless animals, they both aimed for her face. Their gangly decomposing limbs reached for her, clawing and grabbing at the air. The pair together were strong, with both of their weight pushing Sam backwards. 

She used the length of her axe to hold them back, wielding it as a barrier between them. The rabids lunged forward knocking Sam off her feet. She yelped in surprise as the pair toppled onto her. Sam held fast keeping them at arm's length, she grunted, straining to keep them at bay. 

But she thought fast, tucking her knees up against her chest; she kicked out, rocking her hips upwards. Sam used the force to push the rabids over her head, they toppled to the ground behind her as she rolled backwards. 

It was a quick movement so fast she was already on her knees before the rabids could even sit up. She swivelled to face them as they sprung up arms outstretched for her, her hands found the two knives that were sheathed at her belt. 

Sam gripped the hilt of the daggers in a fast motion she drove the weapons upwards into the underside of their chins. 

There was little resistance to the sharp daggers as they plunged into the soft decomposing flesh of the biters, their jaws turned slack as the blade of the knives pierced into their skulls. Sam withdrew the weapons from the two rabids, they slumped back lifeless. 

Sam nudged the two rabids with her foot, but they didn’t move. Sam had seen enough zombie media to know that if you wanted to kill them for good, it needed to be through the head.    

She cleaned her knives from the black blood that covered the blades on the back of the fallen biter. Before she picked up her pack, that had slipped from her shoulders during the attack, and swung it back on her shoulders. 

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Finally Sam had made it to Pittsfeild. The town now empty and desolate, had an eerie sense to it. She made her way into the heart of the town, making sure she kept low and out of sight at all times. 

The blonde scavenged in and out of the abandoned stores. As she had made her journey she noted the supplies were now few and far between. Unlike with the first store she had gone into that still had resources in it, now the shops had been picked bare. 

Sighing, she threw what she could into her backpack. It was early afternoon and thought it best to make her way as far as she could away from the town and toward Albany. 

Swinging her bag back onto her back after securing the buckles, she made her way out of the store.   

Sam had only made it a couple blocks before a squeak came from under her boot.  She lifted her foot, revealing a dirty teddy-bear lying on the ground. Sam tilted her head, it looked familiar, but she didn’t know from where. 

Her brows drew together as she studied the small stuffed bear that looked back up at her. Sam couldn’t put her finger on why the bear looked so sad, the smile that was stitched into the mouth wasn't bright and cheerful it looked so melancholy; like it was forced. 

Sam placed her foot on the ground as she bent down to pick the bear up. It was only small, easily fitting into her hand. 

The bear was dirty covered in muck from the ground, blood stains on his feet and tummy, but under all the grime it seemed well loved. The nose had been worn down, like the owner often touched it. 

The ears were the same. 

The fur on the bear looked shorter there than on other places on the bear. The teddy's hands also had the same pattern as the ears, the owner must’ve held his hands a lot. 

Then Sam’s heart dropped, the memory coming back to her in a rush. 

The picture of the young girl holding up her little bear to wave goodbye before she was ushered out of the supermarket by her mother. 

Sam lifted her head, eyes scanning the area. The small voice in her head begging for the girl to have just dropped it by accident, it fell out of her bag without her noticing.

The voice didn’t last very long, as Sam bit her lip. Her eyes found a group of people lying on the floor, two big, one small. She approached slowly, hoping and praying it wasn’t who she thought it was. 

But she was right, she stood over the small girl, hand still interlocked with her father’s. The girl’s mother was frozen in time, reaching out for her daughter. Fingers still spread wide so close but so far from her little girl that only lay inches away face down in the dirt. Sam closed her eyes, willing the searing vision of the family to leave her brain, it wasn’t something she wished to carry. 

The blonde bent down tucking the small bear under the child’s arm, she didn’t think it was right to rip him away from his family as well. But even then it didn’t feel right, leaving the family face down in the street. 

She cursed under her breath, she needed to leave but her conscious wouldn’t let her move until she had laid them all to rest. It was only right, the family seemed to have been taken from the world in such violence, they needed to be in peace. 

Sam moved the mother first, dragging her body off the street and into the edge of the woods that they were so close too. 

The woman wondered if that’s where they were going for safety, they were almost there, another couple of steps and then could’ve been in the forest. Sam laid her down, facing her up to the sky, she noted the bullet wound in her chest and the crimson that stained her grey sweatshirt.

Next she moved the little girl, she was easier. Being only so young Sam could easily pick her up and move her. So she did, Sam cradled the young child in her arms and walked her to her mother who waited for her. She walked slower than normal, letting the young girl admire the sky one last time, the way the blue contrasted against the green of the trees that stood so tall. 

Her teddy bear still tucked under her arm she lay next to her mother, Sam placed their hands so they were touching. Sam then moved the father, laying him on the other side of his daughter, she moved their hands so that they were laying together as well. 

Sam dug quickly. She felt bad but she didn’t have time to dig them a proper grave, but it didn’t feel right leaving them exposed to the elements. They need their privacy, so that they could truly rest.        

The blonde moved them into the grave she had dug, keeping the same position she had them in as when they were laid on the grass. Sam took a moment of silence before covering the bodies in the earth. She patted the ground, smoothing it over. But still it felt empty. 

Sam knew she was wasting time, but she couldn’t leave them here in an unmarked grave, nothing to show who they were. 

She turned in a circle, eyes trailing her surroundings. Her eyes landed on wild daisies that sprung from the ground. Sam grabbed a handful to bring it back over the earth that held the family. Sam had never had an eye for decorating, her room often laid bare, but she placed the flowers around the edges of the grave. The rest of the flowers she had scattered in the middle. 

It wasn’t beautiful but at least now it wasn’t empty. 

Sam never cried much, as a child she was scolded for such things, so she learnt to hold it back. But in that moment she couldn’t help the tears that dripped down her cheeks.

The family shared so much love, their little girl had so much potential. 

But now they’re gone. Buried in the earth. 

Sam didn’t know their names, ages, or their life. 

This life was cruel, cruller than most. 

Then the thoughts trickled in, Sam cursed her mind for falling into the ‘what if’s’ again. It was a trait she trained so tirelessly to remove from her brain, but it always found a way to sneak back in. 

What if she had agreed to come along with them, would she have been able to save them? Or would she have met the same fate.  

It felt cruel to leave but she was wasting daylight, she huffed as she looked at the fresh grave before she headed into the forest herself.      

They almost made it. The vile voice in her brain taunted. Could’ve been saved if you weren’t so heartless.  

Sam groaned, shaking her head to rid the thoughts that plagued her mind. It was in the past, she had made her bed and now she would have to lie in it. 

Unfortunately the family haunted her with every step she went deeper into the forest. The tightness in her chest suffocated the poor girl as she fought with her own emotions. Like she had said before, this world was cruel, the only way to survive was to be even more ruthless and spiteful than the evil creatures that lurked in the shadows. 

However it wasn’t those creatures that had ended that family’s life, it was other people.  People like Sam, merciless and uncaring.

A/N:

Ok so our Sam has a heart but don't tell her that or she'll beat you up. I'm so excited to be posting these I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far! I hope you all are loving Sam like I do, she may be a tough cookie but I still want to give her a big hug, but she would most likely punch me in the face LMAO.

Esra ✨

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Sugar Daddy!Cooper Howard is sort of a menace when it comes to sneakily getting what he wants. There's a certain level of access you have to the means of getting your way when you're famous and wealthy, so, while he isn't intolerant to being told no, it's not his favorite thing, particularly when he's being prevented from sharing his generosity with you the way he wants to. The fact that you accepting that generosity often happens to come with the added bonus of making you more agreeable to doing what he wants is pure coincidence...if you believe what he says about it.

In particular, he likes to have more than a little say in your wardrobe. He'll fill your entire closet with new clothes just for the excuse to pick out what you wear, right down to the shoes and accessories. He takes your personal style heavily into consideration, so you won't find anything you wouldn't have picked out yourself...save for the occasional piece that shows a bit more leg or cleavage than you'd usually choose (as well as plenty of heels that you will be wearing to bed regardless of whether you ever really wear them out). He can't help himself; it's just so fun to have his own personal doll to dress up. Also loves to drag you out to go "window" shopping, which invariably turns to real shopping, complete with you modeling clothes worth more than you make in a month for him and him trying his best to not drag you back into the dressing room.

Your grocery budget had to be carefully managed before he came along, so you grew quite used to convenience foods and whatever simple dishes were easiest (and cheapest) to prepare. He quickly filled your fridge and pantry with staples when you began to see one another, fretting at you for not eating "real food", but he also knows you sometimes find cooking arduous after a long day. Because of that, he loves to dress you up and take you out to fancy dinners, multi-course, candlelit affairs where he makes you try dishes you've never seen before. When you're too tired to go out, he'll surprise you with takeout, or he'll come to your place and cook for you using ingredients you could never afford on your own. He only really knows how to make a handful of dishes himself, but he's pretty good at them. Plus, the view of him working in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up is quite alluring.

His biggest challenge in getting his way comes in the form of trying to get you into a better living arrangements; he's not a dick, but he's not impressed by your apartment or the area it's in. Pretty rapidly he begins making little "jokes" and remarks about how you should consider letting him move you to a better place. When you tell him you'd already considered moving, but can't really afford to pay any more in rent, he looks at you like you've sprouted a second head. Obviously he would be paying the rent. Don't be silly. You should be saving your own money, or spending it on what you want. When you're skittish at the idea of him paying such a significant bill of yours on top of all of his, he offers to just let you move in with him instead. That better? He could pay to get you out of your lease and have movers at your place within the week...

Don't bother asking him how much anything he gives you costs, as he won't tell you. If you ever manage to figure it out, any complaints will fall on deaf ears. Actually, don't watch his pockets, period; so much of his self-image and sense of masculinity is tied up in being a "proper provider" for his family, so any voiced concerns about how much money he has, even after his personal wealth takes a pretty big hit post-divorce, really dig at him the wrong way. He's open enough about his financials as a committed partner, insofar as you know his bills get paid on time and he isn't living off of debt or anything, so one of the few ways you can get him somewhat reliably annoyed with you is to question if he can afford something, or stress about "your part" of things. Can't you just let him take care of you? You worry too much.

It's just good luck that spoiling you often gets your motor running, ready to cuddle up close and smother him in kisses (or more) out of excitement and gratitude once you become more accustomed to being pampered. He'd never spend money on you just to get you to put out, he insists. But your enthusiasm towards his largesse certainly doesn't hurt anything. Who doesn't feel more affectionate, physically and otherwise, when they're well seen to? There's no shame in enjoying that, (or the fact that he has somewhat lopsided influence over your decisions) he tells himself.

The Ghoul is used to getting his way almost purely through force and intimidation these days, which is great for dealing with Brotherhood agents and raiders and settlers with wild hairs up their asses, but not so great for trying to actually endear himself to anyone. And god, does he want that with you after he meets you. The shock of his attraction to you bowls him over pretty badly, and he has to take quite a while to sit with it before deciding how to proceed.

However, when he opens up the smallest bit and tries to get back in touch with Cooper Howard, ladykiller, he finds that he's humiliatingly rusty and impatient for you to start to open up to him in kind. Unfortunately, he's almost forgotten how to actually treat people decently, so he has to dig himself out of quite the pit from how big of an asshole he's been to you previously, reactively even more unpleasant than usual, intimidated by his feelings.

Eventually, he remembers that spending money on people usually helps and also doesn't require any emotional vulnerability.

You're a bit put off by it at first, thinking he's essentially trying to bribe you into forgetting how awful he's been to you before (and it's true, he is), your walls up high despite still generally accepting his offerings. It's for the best. He gets pissy and pushy if you repeatedly, blatantly refuse his gifts or gestures, which directly counteracts the desired affect of the action to begin with, but hey, he's got a long way to go before he's a ladykiller again...

He can't take you to luxury boutiques and spend all afternoon watching you try things on for him like he'd like, but he can keep a sharp eye out for especially intact clothing when the two of you are rummaging around whatever bombed-out ruins you find yourself in, occasionally pulling only-slightly-faded dresses and delicate slips from the rubble. He carries these little gifts himself so you're not burdened by having to keep track of them. He can also buy you new armor and take in the view as you sit in your undies by the fire or curled up on the floor maintaining it. Incredibly tarnished jewelry is fairly easy to find, depending on where you look, and he has nothing but time to polish and tweak things while you sleep. Who doesn't like a shiny bauble, even if they don't have the same sort of value they once did? One day, he finds an especially nice ring and tucks it away for the future, only pulling it out to fiddle with when he's sure he's alone. You never know what may happen.

Nice restaurants are exceedingly rare anymore, basically extinct (and most of the ones that do exist don't allow ghouls, not that he would feel he belonged in a place like that, anyway), but he can still spare you the ass jerky and buy you the best quality food he can get his hands on: fresh, un-disesased brahmin meat (a shockingly rare and pricey grocery item in the post-war world and one of the more desirable sources of animal protein), relatively radiation-free vegetables, the sweetest, juiciest fruits. It makes him happy to know that you're getting adequate nutrition, and he more than enjoys getting to watch you eat what he gives you. This is especially true of anything sticky or juicy; he'll blatantly withhold these things until he can sit and properly take in the show, his gaze rather blatantly revealing his thoughts.

Instead of making you sleep on the bare desert ground, or huddle around a tiny fire in whatever shack he's chosen to rest in for the night, he'll often shell out for a room when the option presents itself, especially so if the place has access to water. A lot of the time he has to give you the caps and send you inside to pay for the room yourself, as many places won't rent to ghouls. It's far from how he'd prefer to do things, but he considers the indignity he suffers a small price to pay to see you so carefree for a bit. Sometimes you'll even wear one of the dresses he's scrounged up for you when the mood is right. He's not surprised by it; he knows how much you like to feel clean, how happy it makes you, and the relaxation granted from staying somewhere safe is unparalleled. The fact that he gets to peek in on you bathing when he comes around to "check on you" is icing on the cake. Eventually, you start to give him intentional little peeks at your body when he does, and the physical relationship between you really starts to bloom from that point on.

Initially, he uses gifts and generous gestures to get you to see that he might not be a complete monster, though he has trouble adjusting his other behaviors as quickly as he adjusts his spending habits. Overall, gifts from him are much less a "let me grease the wheels for the future so I can ultimately get what I want" sort of thing and more of a "I'm sorry for how I am, I hope overcompensating in other areas fixes it" sort of thing. He's more than willing to put in the hard, painful work that he knows he needs to be better on other levels, though he's agonizingly aware that the progress on that front is slow. Don't question his commitment to changing for the better for you, however.

He really wants to give you that ring.

[maodear]

If evil...why hot..........?

Guys I'm not yapping about alien stage this time.. Its Homicipher. I found this game out literally yesterday and I'm obsessed. So let me cover everything I know about it, if you don't know the game :D

I have only done the first episode or the first part and this is what I understood, if I am wrong on anything please do explain!! I am grasping of what I figured out yesterday.

( this sounds like I'm sponsoring this game. HELP)

So this game is literally "Romance with horror men." (and hot females too) . " The female protagonist, who has wandered into another world, interacts with non-human beings to decipher their language while striving to escape."

I like the idea of this game a lot, since you have to figure out the words and the language yourself, which isn't shown a lot in games. Which also adds the fun and makes you think. You have to learn word-by word. There are multiple endings with many of our horror males<3 so you can choose your favorite or have your angst. This is a romance kind-of game. If you take it as one.

The game starts off by the mc randomly appearing in this world (or Daydreaming?), and being jumpscared by Mr. Crawling(my bf btw...) The Mc wakes by near someone called Mr.Hood, who tries to help you but Mc realizes they speak two different languages. You as the player has to try and guess what he is trying to tell you, and you learn some words from there.

Soon after, you meet Mr.Gap. Which im pretty sure is some guy who wants to eat you. Since he appears time after time asking you "Can I have leg?" or " Eat your Leg?" Lmao. bitch I love my leg actually <3 Hes just some annoying guy or monster appearing. ( I do find him cute though, like in a cute I want to kick him

As you explore some more, you encounter a moving hand, that points to a head. Mr. Chopped!! (hes so baby)) Hes a silly head, he askes you to take him downstairs, & to picked up.

You go down with Mr. Chopped and you find this HANDSOME MAN. Mr.Silvar <3 He also teaches you words, tries to communicate with you (was kinda hard., but beauty does speak....)) you go open the back door. Which looked like some place to cut things up, and the mc is like "Oh😀lets learn more words like dora!"

When you leave the room, Mr.Chopped seems scared and asks you to stay with him. (Which makes me believe that Mr.Silvar chopped him up., but that's okay- I can fix him.)

After some more exploring, you meet (well he finds you) Mr.Crawling!! HE HAS SUCH A CUTE LILI LAUGH. HEHEHUSHE. If you already heard or know Homicipher. YOU KNOW HOW OBBESSED PEOPLE ARE WITH HIM!! ((and why people are guessing his tip color..?!?!?) Hes such a baby. & Mr crawling follows you!!

Oh and you get your crowbar.

You go on exploring with Mr. Crawling having some Kdrama moments, Like going on top of each other. (A classic) and things like that. Soon meeting Mr. Stitch, who I think wants to eat the mc, because she has blood. (I might be wrong since I didn't have all the words and probably got some wrong.)) Mr. Crawling and Mr. Stitch argue for sometime while the Mc has no clue what they were saying. (Little did she know that, Mr. Stitch wants to eat her.. lmao)

The Mc wants to find an exit, she wants to go back to the Human world. She tries to ask Mr. Crawling about where an exit is or how to say exit. But the language barrier was hard to ignore. What Mr. Crawling does figure out is, the mc is from an another world.

Ms. Blue-Clad is someone you also encounter, The Mc finds her crying and Mr. Crawling does explain that she was crying due to her losing her shoe. The Mc finds her shoe in a vent place, that she reaches for the shoe with her crowbar. When you show Ms.Blue-Clad she is very happy. She scared me when I saw her face but its okay, shes cute.

Oh and you also find Mr. Masque after sometime. He wastes your time by showing Mr. Crawling and the Mc some magic tricks. I will say though he has a really good design.

And more exploring and learning word, the Mc clothes get wet due to water. And this divine lady appears. OMMGOGGGM. Shes called 'The bride" and you learnt that she loves clothes and gives clothes around. So the Mc gets a pretty white dress from her. She appeared and left so quicky 💔 I hope she comes back

I didn't meet anyone else yet, but there was this red guy that Mr Crawling protects you from. And I died once because of this TV. I think he was called Mr.Scarletella ? and omg. I think hes my favorite just by looking at him barley. I have seen edits... I have seen the things you guys do. And he looks very pretty. I did stop around the cellphone area since I was playing for awhile. This was mostly a yapping of my understanding of the game of the moment. When I fully finish the game, I make some deep talks about each of them. Thanks for reading this mess lmao!! (Feel free to spoil stuff, I dont mind.