#sowwy I gave up with the last one

[bionic-penis]

Erm !! Lil rant in da tags bc !! Erm !!

[moonlit-imagines]

What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Bruce Wayne x reader

warnings: alcohol!

a/n: SOWWY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IS SO SHORT!!!!

prompt: @sacredwarrior88: “Song: What’s Love Got To Do With It? Artist: Tina Turner Character/Group: Bruce Wayne Relationship: Romantic”

You and Bruce weren’t too fond of public appearances, especially when certain newspaper columns raved about the “most eligible bachelor” for years and always took your relationship as a phase or Bruce’s rather than what it was—real and genuine.

Bruce led you down the stairs at the gala and gave you a comforting glance, reminding you that no one’s gossip should come between you two. You squeezed his hand and smiled for the cameras, hoping they got your good angles. “So, how long do we need to stay?” You whispered in his ear.

“The whole time.” He chuckled. “It’s our event.” You gave him an already exhausted look and nodded with a defeated smile. Perfect timing—a server with a tray of champagne flutes. “Here, this’ll help.” He grabbed one for each of you and watched you light up as you grabbed the glass.

“You’re right about that.” You took a sip and slipped your arm under his, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I think I might be able to survive this—if you stay by my side.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about.” Bruce assured, kissing the top of your head before you tilted it up and gave him a doubtful look. “Barbara is running things tonight, they’ll only call if it’s an emergency.” You hummed a chuckle and took a look around the busy room. Dozens of high-profile people enjoying the gala you and Bruce had put on together. Truly, most were surprised you and him had lasted this long. Even more so that you were putting on parties together.

“Beautiful night you’ve put together!” A woman you’d forgotten the name of complimented as she walked by.

“Bruce, I see y/n’s made an honest man out of you!” A man you’d never met told your partner and heard his fake laugh in response. “Hold onto them, I’d love to see how you throw together a wedding!” And the sound of that made your heart flutter, even if the man was being superficial.

“Our wedding.” You squeezed his arm and giggled ar the idea, making him red in the face. “I agree. I’d love to see what we throw together.”

“So would I.”

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ DBF!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 4801

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ taboo au + once is not enough + “Do you like when I touch you like this? I can keep going if you want me to.”

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ Sorry for the massive gap in posting fics! I've been getting into the swing of things with school and I wanted to do these justice instead of rushing through them!! I also want to preface this one by acknowledging that some folks hate this trope and if that’s the case…please don’t leave me hate on it. I am merely a twenty-two year old baby living her older man fantasy (cue that tiktok of Fred Armisen going “I’m sowwy. I’m a widdle baby.” 🥺)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact!!) fingering, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is in her twenties, Joel is in his forties), slight voyeurism, slight dacryphilia, pet names (darlin’, honey, sweetheart, girl), nothing else I can think of!!

(mdni banner template credit goes to @cafekitsune!!)

You'd come home from college hoping for some relaxation over summer break. Maybe you'd catch up with family and some old friends. Or maybe you'd find yourself. The opportunities were endless and you were excited. At least until Joel waltzed into the picture. 

The last time you remembered seeing him was your going away party before you moved away for college. He'd been one of the many who clapped you on the back and congratulated you on getting into your school of choice. And when he'd looked at you with those soft eyes and said sentimentally that he was so proud of you...you had no chance at stopping the butterflies that went wild in your stomach.

His praise hit differently.

It had reminded you of a younger version of yourself who'd idolized the man. Your own father was decent. But Joel was the best. Joel was the one you'd call when you ran into trouble and he'd been keeping your secrets for as long as you could remember.

The first time you'd gotten blackout drunk during your senior year, he drove you back to his house and let you shake off the hangover before sending you back home the next morning without a word to your dad.

When your ex-boyfriend dumped you over text, who else was there to save the day but Joel Miller? With a stack of rented eighties action films and an excess of coupons for a local pizza place, Joel gave you a night that felt normal.

If you'd been alone, you might've sulked and sobbed over that shithead. But in his own brooding way, Joel proved that you were worth more than that. Part of you had been a little in love with him for it. 

So, as he'd wished you well on your journey into college, you decided you'd let go of that frivolous teenage fixation. Instead, Joel was reduced to an aspiration. A blueprint for the kind of guy you wanted to be with. A blueprint that had proven to be nearly impossible to fulfill.

To your shock and surprise, most college guys in their twenties couldn't keep up with the maturity of a man who was rapidly approaching his forties. You couldn't help but feel a little repulsed by your new dating pool. Which propelled you to focus more on your studies...which only stressed you out even more. By the time finals came around, you were on the brink of tearing your hair out.

This summer was well earned. And you hated to admit that you'd been a little too enthusiastic to possibly see Joel again.

You hadn't necessarily been looking for Joel's attention. Upon your homecoming, your parents have invited him and a few other family friends over for a barbecue. It should've been a night of ice cold beers and suburban simplicity. But the itinerary suddenly changed once you got some time alone with him.

Standing on the back porch, you watched your parents and their other friends laugh and roast marshmallows over the fire pit on the lawn. As you rested against the wooden railing, you nursed a beer; your third one that night.

Joel emerged from the sliding glass back door with a bear of his own and took a place beside you on the deck.

As doting as ever, he gestured to your drink and asked, "How many of those have you had tonight?"

"Only a few." 

Joel raised an eyebrow.

"Easy, old man," you giggled. "I've spaced them out. So I'm not drunk. Just a little tipsy."

"Ah, so I take it that college taught you how to handle your alcohol better, huh?"

You smacked his shoulder which earned a laugh from him. When his head turned, you got a real good look at him. He'd hardly changed save for a few stray silver hairs and his facial hair being a little scruffier. If anything, those changes only made him that much more enthralling.

So enthralling that it was nearly impossible to pay attention to his small talk. He did what everyone else did. Asked about your classes, your major, what you wanted to do with your degree after graduating. You answered each question with quick answers, eager to get to something more nitty gritty. Because that was what you appreciated Joel most for: his ability to cut through the pointless fat and treat you like an adult. Something that you were sorely missing after only a few days back at home.

You'd taken a long swig of your beer before throwing caution to the wind. "So, Joel?" he looked over at you with raised brows. Then you asked, "You seein' anyone?"

His chest rumbled with a small laugh before he took a sip of her own beer. With his lips pursed around the mouth of the bottle and his eyes crinkled, he tried to conceal his amusement. "Nope," he replied with an air of casualty. "How about you, darlin'? You breakin' those college boys' hearts?"

You scoffed, "No, more like they're breakin' mine."

His brow creased with concern. "Do I need to break some bones?"

"As kind as that sounds...I wouldn't have anybody in particular to send ya to."

That caught his attention. "You mean you're not seeing anybody?"

Not wanting to sound like a complete loser, you explained, "I tried to go on a few dates at the start of the semester. But none of them really worked out. They just weren't my type."

A note of silence passed over you two before Joel wondered, "What would you say is your type, darlin'?"

You wished Joel hadn't been staring at you, waiting for your answer. He had to know this was dangerous territory. He had to know that it wasn't an easy thing to casually admit; the fact that you searched for him in every single man you'd gone out with. 

"Oh, you know..." you trailed off wearily. "Intelligent, strong-willed, no nonsense...but with a good sense of humor...mature–"

"Mature?"

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You thought of an explanation quickly, "Yeah. Like...someone who's developed..." Joel eyed you strangely. "...in the mind, I mean. I don't want a guy who I have to practically train before I feel like I could date him."

Joel nodded thoughtfully before teasing, "Well, honey, if you're looking for a mature man...I think a college campus is one of the worst places you could've picked to look."

"Where should I start looking instead?"

His next words seemed to be testing the waters. "Maybe...maybe you should be lookin' a little closer to home."

For the first time you got the idea that it could be possible. He'd only ever looked at you straight with no inkling of duplicity. But now his eyes were going up and down, taking you in like he hadn't ever looked at you right before.

"How close are you thinking?" you asked.

Tipping his head back, Joel drank the last sip of his beer and you watched his Adam's apple bob. Watched a drop of the liquid gold fall from the corner of his mouth before disappearing into his beard. Watched as he set the bottle down on the handrail and straightened himself out.

Then he replied just loud enough for only you to hear, "Maybe the kitchen."

The descent into deviance came fast. From the moment you leaned back against the kitchen counter, Joel's lips were on yours. He tasted like the hops from his drink and smelled woody, it was a distinctly masculine combination that had made you clench your thighs together.

With his hand on the back of your neck, he guided you through the kiss in only the way he could and ensured that it ended before you were ready for it to. His nose bumped against yours as he searched your glazed over expression for any kind of reluctance.

"You sure you want this, darlin'?"

"Fuck, yes. Please," you pleaded breathlessly.

Once he let out a little laugh, he turned you around and you braced yourself on the counter. Starting below your ear, Joel trailed down your neck and along your shoulder. One of his hands was making a similar journey from your hip right up to one of your tits. 

You gasped as he squeezed the mound of flesh gently and you had never been more glad to have taken off your bra earlier on in the day. Because Joel seemed incredibly pleased feeling the full weight of your tit in his hand, all warm and willing to be played with.

His other hand went the opposite direction. Down, down, down it went until it was cupping your sex over your jeans. Which were becoming increasingly uncomfortable as you squirmed in a fruitless attempt to find friction. Middle finger running up the seam of your jeans, you knew that if you were two layers lighter, he'd be so close to dipping into your folds. He was so close it could've driven you insane.

His lips were by your ear again when he whispered, "Do you like when I touch you like this?"

Back pressed flat against his heaving chest, you nodded.

Joel toyed with your zipper. "I can keep going if you want me to..." 

You nodded once more and whined, "Please, Joel, please. Keep going."

And keep going he did. He kept going until you'd finished on his fingers twice. The first orgasm had been hard and quick, intensified by two of his thick fingers fucking you through it. Nothing could be done to conceal the sticky sounds of your cunt clenching around his digits nor the sound of you panting as you came down from the high.

With every ounce of your being you hoped and prayed that you wouldn't be interrupted. Because there was no normal excuse for Joel having his hand down your pants and his erection poking into your back. None whatsoever. And besides, getting caught meant ruining your parent's suburban simplicity.

So, for the second climax, Joel clapped a hand over your mouth and murmured, "Let it all out, honey. Don't worry, no one'll hear. I promise." You followed his directions to a T; practically shrieking when this climax crept up on you and washed over you in a relentless wave that had your thighs trembling and your back arching. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

Because when Joel pulled his hand out of your pants and wiped them off on his own jeans, all you wanted was more. Your body ached with that want.

As much as you knew that Joel was just looking out for you both, it felt like he was deliberately being mean when he mumbled, "Better get back out there before folks get suspicious."

With a quick peck and a light tap on your ass, Joel sent you off. Slick still plastering your underwear to your needy pussy, you waltzed back outside on shaky legs.

And it seemed like your mind spent every waking second thinking about it; about him. His voice, his hands, his scent, his body. Each aspect on its own could make you wet all over again. But all together? He turned you into a goddamn mess.

You couldn't shake him. Like an ever present itch, Joel had etched himself into your bones, ruining you for anyone else. And he made it all the more difficult to forget about him in the aftermath. It astounded you how Joel could shamelessly hang around your dad after that night, offering to help out with his various projects before sitting in your living room and watching baseball with him, just feet away from where Joel had defiled you. That was the brazen behavior that made you hide away in your room for that first week.

The night your parents decided to go out on an impromptu date, you were relieved. With some time alone to think and breathe, you'd sort yourself out. Tonight was reserved as a Joel Miller free evening.

Throwing yourself on the couch, you turned on some show you'd abandoned ages ago. You couldn't quite remember the majority of the plot threads. But that didn't really matter anyways. You doubted you could've scrapped together the mental awareness anyways. All of it was focused on him.

No matter how much you tried to distract yourself, your mind wandered back to him. The promise of his hard cock and his firm hands. Every part of him still had you hypnotized.

Not even your own hand could break that. For a good few minutes you fruitlessly played with yourself. You felt silly and almost pitiful trying to replicate the motions Joel had made. But it wasn't the motions you weren't getting right. It was the feeling. It was the thickness of just his middle finger separating your folds before squeezing your lips between three digits. It was his breath on your neck and his words egging you on. It was the edge of danger. It was the fact that he shouldn't have been able to stir up all of that arousal within you. And it was the fact that he did regardless.

You could never replicate that on your own.

Ruined. Fucking ruined.

Too lazy to get up and grab your vibrator from your room upstairs to help you along, you laid back and whined pathetically, relieved you had the house to yourself. But some 

higher power had to be at play and had a fucked up sense of humor. 

"What the hell are you doin'?"

Head snapping up, you spot the one man you didn't want to see ever again standing in the archway leading into the living room.

Joel Miller had his brow arched like this was some sort of surprise. Like you were on his couch in his living room in his house playing with his–

Before you let yourself finish the thought, you spoke, anger flooding your tone, "What the hell are you doing here? My dad isn't home, so what do you want?"

Joel leaned against the archway casually, still with an air of confidence that felt entirely too cocky. "I know," he shot back. "He said he and your mom would be out late tonight. 

Gave me a spare key earlier and asked if I'd check in on ya on my way home." 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you responded quickly, "Well...you've checked in. I'm fine. Thank you."

And you know the second the words leave your lips that Joel doesn't believe them. He doesn't move. Instead, he surveys your figure sprawled on the length of the couch. Of course Joel is smart enough to infer your guilt. There's almost no innocent reason for your legs to be spread so wide, for your hair to already be so mussed up.

He tilted his head slightly and you knew he was putting the pieces together and picturing you writhing against that couch minutes before.

Finally, he concluded, "You don't seem all that fine, honey."

"I'm perfectly alright. I don't need anything else from you, Joel," you spoke his name pointedly, almost a warning against whatever other ideas he was concocting.

Silence. And you partially hoped that would be the end of it.

Instead he ambles further into the room before seating himself near your feet and gazing across at you. "Are we gonna talk about it at all?"

His furrowed brow threatened to make you fold. But you were determined to stay strong, licking your lips and starting shakily, "I don't see the point. What happened was a one time thing and...I don't want it to happen again."

"You don't want it happening? Or it shouldn't happen?"

"Is there really that much of a difference?"

"There's a massive difference. Because one suggests that you want it to happen again."

"It shouldn't happen, Joel," you answered solidly.

"Then tell me you haven't thought about it once since the other night." Testing the waters, he planted a hand between your knees and slid further up the couch, closer to you. "Tell me that you haven't been desperate to come like that again," he ordered.

"Joel–"

"Ah," he tutted. "Just tell me and I'll be on my way."

You're angry and already aroused. Because he knows that you can't say it. He knows you can't lie to him like that and that fact makes you feel more vulnerable than ever.

"I think about you all the time," you admitted carefully. "So much that it scares me."

At that, Joel's stare softened and he smiled sentimentally. "Me too, darlin'. Me too." It ignited that familiar warmth in your core. The kind that craved being kindled and grown until it could consume you. 

"Is that what you were doing just now? Thinkin' of me?" he asked, eye flickering down to the crumpled front of your pajama shorts.

You could only nod.

"Did you get off?"

This time you shook your head, tears pricking at your eyes. You expected him to laugh at the miserable little confession. Teasing and poking fun had always been part of his personality and – more importantly – part of the casual relationship you'd once shared with him.

He complicated it even further as he cooed with concern, "Oh, little darlin', why not?" It was obvious that shyness would no longer cut it. He wanted words; wanted all of the gory details of just how much damage he'd done with only a few minutes. 

So you indulged him. 

"Because it wasn't you. I can think about you...but that doesn't replace you actually being there."

Joel's cockiness returned as he replied, "You're damn right it doesn't. But we can fix that, right?"

Nodding again, you found yourself treading dangerous waters once more. But this time you didn't mind it all that much. It felt natural when Joel slotted his body between your legs. The warmth emanating from his broad chest immediately encased you; made you feel undeniably safe.

This time his kiss was slow, soaking up the time he knew he now had. The first time he touched you, it seemed like a favor. A reprieve from dozens of disappointments from those pesky college boys. This time, however, it was entirely decadent. It was a strange sort of care and days of tension being channeled into a full on make out session that clogged your senses like molasses.

Joel made his way down your jaw and as soon as his mouth touched down on your neck, he was sucking a mark that would no doubt be noticed by your parents before too long. That was worth the risk to have his hot breath fanning across your skin as he kissed the bruising skin better. 

He didn't have to say it, but you knew that he made the mark on purpose. And you couldn't even scold him for it. Deep down, you wanted to remember this for a while. You wanted to keep him like a secret. You wanted to look at it and know that he was the only one who could do this to you.

Joel's voice rasped beside your ear, "You know what I did after you left that night?"

"Hm?"

"You made me so hard that it wouldn't go away on its own. I had to take care of it all by myself."

"Aw, how sad," you murmured and held his face in your hands. "Poor you."

"Poor me is right. But all I had to do was think of that wet little pussy keeping me warm. Squeezin' me. That did the trick real quick. I don't think I've come that hard in a long while, darlin'. And it's been stuck in my mind ever since."

You had to admit that as much as his words spurred up those sparks and gave you a massive ego boost, it also scared the shit out of you.

"What if I can't live up to what you pictured?" you wondered.

"Honey," Joel began. "As long as you can spread those legs, let me in, and make those pretty sounds for me again, I promise you ain't disappointing anyone."

"I could think of multiple people who'd object to that..." you began to think to yourself. But before you could really finish it, Joel was taking your hand and dragging it south until you hit the denim covering his crotch. He rolled his hips a few times, allowing your palm to run up and down the full length of his cock. Fuck, he was hard. And big. Big enough that your brain scrambled, struggling to handle how intensely the want within you multiplied.

Joel chuckled as you put both hands to work, frantically undoing his jeans. "Jesus, sweetheart, you really don't know the meaning of the word patience, do you?"

"I do. I just know what I want," you replied. Sensing Joel's awe, you continued, "And what I want is for you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me on this couch. I want to feel you for days. I want you to show me everything you've got. Show me you're better than those college boys."

That tapped into something primal in him. Because soon he's rushing to pull his cock out. If his fingers had been filling, you could only imagine how the length would feel once it filled you to the brim.

Joel pulled the flimsy and soaked fabric of both your shorts and panties aside. Running a finger between the folds, he finished every caress with a languid circle of your aching clit. After a few swipes, he drew his hand back and eyed the glistening digit before bringing it to your mouth.

"Have a taste, tell me what it's like."

Opening your mouth, you took his finger graciously and ran your tongue along the underside teasingly. Hollowing your cheeks, you began to suck, taking it back and forth like you would his cock. Before his breathing could get too heavy, you pulled your lips off with a wet little smack and admired how the skin of his finger had already begun to prune.

"So?" Joel's voice broke on the single word.

You contemplated on how to best describe your arousal before settling on giving him a taunting glare and declaring, "I don't know, maybe you should have a taste too." Before Joel could question the statement, you grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and tugged him down to your lips, kissing him deep and slow and dragging your tongue along the seam of his lips. When you detached from him with a soft moan, a thin trail of spit kept your mouths connected.

"You best believe I'm getting a taste of that pussy before summer's over," he sputtered out.

"Only if you fuck me first," you promised dangerously.

With that motivation, Joel was quick to take his cock in hand and give himself a few pumps that already sounded wet with his own pre-come. Carefully and experimentally, he slid the underside of his cock between your folds and you swore to god you could feel the blood rushing through his veins. It was all driving you insane.

"I'll try to go slow," he said tenderly. Then, with the fat head of his cock pressed against your entrance, you were overwhelmed with anticipation.

It was an expectation that was satiated more and more as each inch of him sunk into you. Your breath kept getting caught in your throat and it took everything in you not to cry at just how full you felt. You panted, attempting to catch your breath after being engulfed by him. 

You knew Joel was going through something similar when his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. For a moment it made you wonder when the last time he felt a cunt was. In all the time you'd known him, he'd never mentioned anyone, never brought anyone around, never even hinted at having any sort of romantic or sexual life. But you're doubted that he was untrained or inexperienced with the control he exercised, keeping his movements gentle and steadying his breath with each rise and fall of his belly. 

Even when you squeezed – just to see what would happen – Joel only winced and asked carefully, "You doin' alright, honey? Need me to stop?"

You were getting sick of this southern charm and gentlemanly manner. Both of you were way past the point of decency.

You meant to sound mean when you snapped, "For fucks's sake, Joel. I need you to fuck me. Now."

"Well, if you're gonna be such a brat about it..." he trailed off, returning your attitude.

He started to pull out, ever so slowly. Then, with his hands gripping your thighs tight, he slammed back in. The impact made you yelp in surprise.

"Is that how you want it, darlin'? You want me to fuck you hard?"

Head starting to fog, you nodded, added on a weak, "Please."

"Alright, since you asked so politely."

He does it again. And again. One after another, Joel delivers every thrust relentlessly. With each articulated stroke, he grunted and it prodded at something volatile inside you. Something that threatened to burst as he stretched and split you apart at the same time. You couldn't remember a time where you'd ever been touched that deep. And fuck, you were so terribly sensitive to it, your whimpers and gasps accompanying Joel's groans.

His movements were greedy, aiming to take as much as he possibly could and you were all too willing to give it to him; clenching eagerly around his cock and nails searching for purchase in the taut muscles of his back.

Like animals, you both scratched and clawed away at each other until there was nothing left but trembling, sweat slicked skin and the decade old couch threatening to give way beneath you both. Though there was a masterfulness in his motions, you could tell that was quickly fading as his thrusts weakened and he stuttered for breath.

Joel buried his head in the crook of your neck and hissed through gritted teeth, "I can't hold on for much longer, darlin'. You feel so fuckin'...fuck...so fuckin' good..."

"Give me your hand," you whined.

You took it, brought it between both your bodies, and held it over your clit. Joel quickly got the picture and divided his attention between your weeping hole and the sorely neglected nub above it. How he managed to uphold a modicum of gentleness with it, you had no clue. All you knew was that as soon as his fingertips began to brush those coveted circles over you, that was when the tears began to fall. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the white hot pleasure that was burning right through you, visualizing the inferno growing and growing until it had no choice but to explode.

But your eyelids snapped open at Joel's biting tone, "You better look me in the eyes when you come. I need to see it."

Not having it in you to argue or protest, you tried to follow his simple direction. No matter how much you wanted to shut your eyes and somehow try to brace yourself for your incoming orgasm, you had to do as he said. Partially because you wanted him to be proud of you again, but also because you couldn't miss his expression either.

You were glad you withstood the urge because right as you started to come undone, you felt Joel's cock pulse. Then there was the telltale rush of warmth inside you as his seed filled you up. His hand slowing on your clit, you watched as his mouth hung open, letting out a deliciously ravenous groan as you milked him dry. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and the curve of his nose before he wiped them away lazily and collapsed on top of you.

Being in his forties, you weren't surprised that a single fuck could wipe him out so thoroughly. And you gave a breathless chuckle when he confirmed his exhaustion with a low, "Jesus, you wear me out, girl."

"Good," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and running a hand through his messy, damp hair.

You had no idea when your parents would be home. But you knew that Joel would have to be gone before then. Already you weren't looking forward to that parting. You couldn't bear the thought of his cock slipping out of you, leaving you empty again. And most of all you dreaded when you'd inevitably hear him say goodnight. Because you knew he would; he was polite like that, even after railing you into the family room couch.

For now he was yours. And there was nothing wrong with any of it, you told yourself.

[silvernyxchariot]

Wriothesley x GN,Engineer!Reader

Word count: 2,764

⚠️Warnings⚠️ Platonic vibes, no smut💔sowwy; only indication that Reader could be an OC is a pair of glasses; Reader has they/them pronouns

Mechs and Visions

Some say that father issues create artists.

Mother issues create writers.

If that is the case, what does that make me?

“Your… project is no longer necessary.”

The prophecy that once held a guillotine over Fontaine’s neck had just pasted. The engineer from the Fontaine Research Institute of Kinetic Energy Engineering pushed up their glasses. “Monsieur Neuvillette, I proposed the Guerrier not to prevent further flooding but to combat the giant whale that interrupted Lady Furina’s trial.” They broke out into chilled sweats, “Just a precaution for the safety of Fontaine.”

Although Neuvillette nodded in understanding, he looked over the engineer’s drafts and research notes. A giant combat robot that needed to be piloted by Vision wielders, their will to protect Fontaine. “I understand you take great pride in your work and the safety of Fontaine dear to you, but as the Iudex of Fontaine, I would never allow such a calamity invade our home. This precaution you propose, would it not also cause more destruction should it fail to defeat the whale?” The engineer furrowed their brows and clenched their fists.

But Neuvillette was right. Although he looked like a distinguished gentleman, he showed above average human capabilities even among Vision wielders. It was safe to say that Neuvillette was strong enough to fight off a prophecy whale too, since no one has ever seen him fight full force. And the Guerrier could easily crush a building if made the right size or even Fontaine citizens.

“Yes, right!” The engineer said with full gusto, “But thank you so much for meeting with me today!” They placed a hand over the area of their diaphragm and gave Neuvillette a small bow before excusing themselves from the office. They grumbled to themselves in disappointment.

Waiting outside, luckily for them, was one curious scoundrel. “You made quite the interesting proposal there.” Or one should say, a curious Duke. The man clad in a large coat over his shoulders, black and silver clothing, and small chains clapped. The sound echoed in the engineer’s ears, as everything else became white noise.

“Your Grace… of the Fortress of Meropide,” the engineer said in a soft and surprised tone. “You’re above ground. Or sea level… I mean,” they cursed themselves for being flustered. First a botched meeting and now being an embarrassment in front of yet another Fontainian of noble status. The engineer paused and sighed to calm down, “Thank you.”

Wriothesley raised a hand to get them to stop speaking and placed his hand on their shoulder. “Why don’t you meet me at the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide,” Wriothesley handed the engineer a note.

On it, the engineer observed, was the specific location to the entrance to the Fortress was and the time Wriothesley wanted them to be there. It’s not like they knew first hand. “Am I being arrested for... being a “mad scientist?”” the engineer dragged out the last words in a high pitched voice, which only made Wriothesley laugh rather heartily. Rather unexpectedly.

“No, no. Let’s discuss your combat bot in my office. I think I’ve got the perfect solution for you.” And with those few sentences, Wriothesley entered Neuvillette’s office, leaving the engineer to their own devices until the allotted meeting time.

The engineer had bided their time sitting at a café drawing and scraping designs for his machines. “If there’s going to be more than one pilot, then the cockpit needs to be bigger…” and “No. No. No. The wiring is going to cut itself. How about the Vision here…” were some of the few things that could be heard as they muttered to themselves. Closer to nightfall, now they waited behind the Opera Epiclese.

“Look who actually showed!”

The engineer jumped as they were brought out of their racing thoughts. Wriothesley stepped closer and the plateau behind the Opera house transformed, to the engineer’s curiosity, into a descending staircase. Wriothesley gestured for them to enter first, “Don’t worry about getting lost. I’ll be right behind you,” Despite his serious face, his voice was light-hearted, “just watch your step.”

On the way to Wriothesley’s office, inmates and guards alike would greet him with a “Your Grace,” and if they felt particularly awestruck they would stare wide-eyed as if Wriothesley was a spectacle. He offered the engineer a spot of tea, a polite tone in his voice yet cautious eyes, before gesturing them to make themselves comfortable. “I only heard small pieces of your proposal to Monsieur Neuvillette but give me the full details,” he finally said. His pale grey eyes with hints of lavender bore into the engineer. “A machine that will copy its pilot’s movements, right…”

The engineer laid out spreadsheets all over Wriothesley’s desk, each paper and scattered note came together like a ornate puzzle. Even with words scratched out, Wriothesley nodded and analyzed each piece, making sense of the engineer’s work. At some point, the engineer noticed that they were the only one talking and paused to look at Wriothesley; suddenly developing heated cheeks and a certain bashfulness.

The Duke had been too busy looking at the blueprints, the scribbles, and the indent of pencil marks that were erased. The parts needed to make said machine were right here in the Fortress. The arms were similar to his own gauntlets. “When can you start building?” He asked with deep conviction. His tone was much less friendly from what the engineer felt not too long ago.

“Wait, what—” was all they got out of their mouth before Wriothesley explained how he was to save his inmates and citizens of Fontaine from the prophesied flood using the Wingalet he had built within the Fortress. The Wingalet was the massive ship that rose from the sea and hovered above the waves. On that day, it saved many lives and Wriothesley had felt a deep sense of pride in that. Now, the Wingalet was sitting idly in the Fortress of Meropide’s factory. “Better safe, than sorry,” Wriothesley thought. With extra consultation from fellow researchers, Jurieu and Lourvine; the engineer always wondered where they went; a ready combat machine was attainable.

There was no estimated completion date, but Wriothesley helped redesign the Guerrier into a smaller more manageable size, about 6 meters tall, making it easier and faster to complete the building in just under 12 months.

Although they didn’t have to always stay within the Fortress of Meropide, the engineer couldn’t help but find new smaller projects to tinker with to make them stay. The engineer examined Wriothesley’s gauntlets, “The use of a Cryo… maybe a steel joint… how would I make it lighter…” they mumbled while hunched the work bench. So engrossed in their work they didn’t, they didn’t notice Wriothesley having taken a seat next to them on a stool. His chin rested in the palm of his hand and the elbow cushioned on his thigh as he watched the gears in the engineer’s mind work. A slight smirk graced his his lips as he listened to their little rambles. It wasn’t until they made a long stroke with their pen, extending their arm, and jabbed Wriothesley in the stomach that the engineer noticed they had company. “AAH!”

Wriothesley only huffed with a little groan at the end. “Not bad. But you should get some real experience if you want to hurt me.”

The engineer stared at him with a deadpan expression. “You’re like a giant puppy… Your Grace,” still not used to using that name. “Did you need anything more from me,” they raised their eyebrows.

“You know, we still need to test the machine, right?”

The engineer hesitated and scratched the back of their neck. “Er, it’s a machine intended to be built for Vision wielders. The only one who can fit into the cockpit for the two pilots are yourself.” They paused in thought. “Unless Jurieu or Lourvine suddenly gain a Visio—"

“No,” Wriothesley interrupted. He pointed to the glowing orb to the engineer’s side. “You will be my partner for this test. Afterall, there’s only five people who really know what’s being built here.” Wriothesley rose from his seat and dragged the engineer by the collar of their shirt, the scruff of their neck, and to the secluded cavern housing the Guerrier. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.” The engineer only groaned knowing they wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise. “Don’t you want to see the fruits of your labor?”

The two of them took the lift further down and came face-to-face with the slumbering machine. Cobalt blue armor, silver joints, and browned glass to filter the light outside, the Guerrier stood proudly in the center of the soulless space, a sense of fighting vigor emanated from it as it waited for its pilots. The engineer pulled out a little vile with a diamond shape, glowing green, popped open its top and drank the contents. When Wriothesley looked down at them with a raised eyebrow, they dusted themselves off. “It’s… a safety measure,” they started to explain, “when our Visions are plugged into the compartments we’ll be connected to the Guerrier on a physiological and psychological level. Since we’re going to become a part of the machine, we will have access to each other.”

Wriothesley paused as he climbed into the pilot’s cockpit. The look on his face was solemn but he switched when facing the engineer. “Well, you’re entitled to your secrets.” He shrugged. “Besides, I’m an open book. There’s not much to me besides what my records say.” Wriothesley successfully settled into the higher pilot’s chair and patted the headrest of the lower seat in front of him for the engineer to nestle into. They took a calming deep breath and complied, settling into the stiffness of their creation.

“Place your Vision in the glove compartment in front of you.” Both inserted their respective Visions into a small slot and the Guerrier seemed to eat it, covering their Visions in little spikes and lacing them with wires. It hummed to life around them. The cockpit closed, cutting them off from the rest of the world. “Close your eyes.” When the two of them did so, the Guerrier stood still for a long moment. The feeling of being inside of this humanoid war machine started to disappear and they seemed to be floating in a blank space.

Wriothesley woke with a shock. The space around him was still the endless black void but he heard a sip next to him. It was the engineer, sitting on a cushioned single’s couch and enjoying a cup of, what Wriothesley assumed, tea. He furrowed his eyebrows and swiftly stood up.

“Relax.” The engineer stated plainly. “It is a part of the serum I drank earlier. With our Visions and minds melded together, I had to think of a… less crude way for the pilots to cooperate than just “jumping in head first.” I probably should have told you.” A seat similar to the engineer’s appeared from a whisp of smoke and the engineer motioned for Wriothesley to sit. He calmed down. “As you said, “You’re entitled to your secrets,” as are you,” they paused with more reverence and calm than before, “Your Grace. The serum gives pilots the power to “ask for consent” before letting their partners delve into their minds. Quite a grisly thing it is in taste. It’s made of Whopper Flower nectar and slime.” They shook their head and shivered in disgust. “But I have found out it does what I needed it to do.” In the void, the two of them enjoyed small talk. A date in the back of their minds with little proxies of themselves.

But back in the cavern, Wriothesley and the engineer could see everything tinted through an orange lens. The Guerrier’s right leg faltered when they tried to take a step forward, and the entire machine jostled as the two of them tried to move, unaccustomed to having a metal body.

“Stay with me… Your Grace.”

“Hey, you’re the one that was too scared to even get in.”

“We’re moving!”

Albeit sluggishly, the two of them started to pilot the Guerrier in sync. The buzzsaw on the right arm smashed through solid rock and got stuck when the engineer hesitated after feeling the vibrations up their arm from the impact. “That’s normal,” Wriothesly reassured them. “Fight through it. It’s like feeling the resistance from punching someone in the face; they have flesh and bone that happens to be in the way of your fist. Oh,” he thought about the different experiences they’ve had.

Eventually, the engineer became adjusted to the feeling of Wriothesley’s movements in sync with their own. His will seemingly overpowering the engineer’s nervous system and the feeling of discomfort the engineer felt causing damage even to inanimate objects disappeared. Gashes lined the cavern walls and debris littered the floor as they tested the durability of the machine. The Guerrier leaped into the air with fluid motion and grace equivalent to the Icewind Suite in the Court of Fontaine, and they landed after a full somersault, shaking the ground.

Back in the void, the emptiness started to fill in with a mechanical landscape. Giant churning gears filled the sky and robotic birds lit up as they flew about, their eyes lighting blue on a sunset background. “Play time is quite over now, don’t you think?” the engineer said in a peaceful trance. Wriothesley only hummed contently in response. His eyes were closed, and a small smile decorated his face.

The pull of reality felt like riding out of a dark tunnel on Aquabuses. They both blinked and the Guerrier reset itself into an idle standing position. The cockpit popped open with a hiss. Wriothesley and the engineer stretched. When the electrical white lights of the cavern hit them, they squinted and blinked until their eyes adjusted. A small button blinked red next to the compartment that held their Visions, signaling them to remove the glowing orbs that symbolized their ambitions.

Although the engineer wobbled as they regained a grasp on reality, Wriothesley had little to no trouble and jumped out to catch them as they flopped out of the cockpit.

“I’m never doing that again.”

“But hey, we didn’t explode.” Wriothesley smirked down at them, which quickly turned into a full grin, “And it worked!” He lifted them up and threw the engineer into the air, just to catch them again in celebration. Lourvine and Jurieu had witnessed the performance of the two inside of the Guerrier and clapped as the machine shut down and watched as he tossed them around. “Heh, see. All you needed was a few parts here and there. A little elbow grease. And someone who had a little faith in your designs.” While they were still recovering from being disassociated from their physical body, Wriothesley put them down and let them hang off him with one arm over his shoulders. “I’m honored to have worked on this project with you. And maybe we can work on having a few more produced. Don’t want to scare anyone with an army, now do we?”

The look of scrutiny the engineer gave Wriothesley was nothing new to the warden after a year of cooperation. ““We didn’t explode,” he says. And if we did, what then?” Their somewhat cheerful mood from a successful test run slowly turning sour.

“Mmm,” Wriothesley thought about the repercussions, “then, I guess we’d be dead, if not injured.” He shrugged. “But two out of two machines have been successful so far.”

The engineer had to pause. Their mind needed time to connect what Wriothesley had just said. Until it clicked that the Guerrier wasn’t the only underground machine that the Duke had built. They took a deep breath and placed their hands together over their lips, “You mean to tell me; you never tested the Wingalet…” Wriothesley nodded with a small grin. “And expected it to save the people of Fontaine?” With every sentence uttered, Wriothesley only seemed more amused. “And if it never worked from the get-go?! At least a quarter of the people in Fontaine and the Fortress would have dissolved into the Primordial Sea!”

“Yeah,” Wriothesley shifted onto a nearby stool to sit down so that one foot rested on his knee, “I know. It was worth a try, though. And it did succeed,” he said matter of fact.

The engineer let their arms drop to their sides. “You’re insane, aren’t you?”

Wriothesley raised a hand and rubbed his index finger and thumb together while mouthing, “Just a little bit.”

[A/N: I can see Wriothesley as bisexual. Although I don't ship Wriolinde or even Wriolette, anyone shipping them is fine by me.

In all seriousness, thank you sincerely to anyone who read this in its entirety and enjoyed it. I’m sorry to those of you expecting SSSSMUT. But I cannot see this man in a romantic light for myself, more of a mentor/older brother figure. So, I’ll leave the sexy to other fans. As for what I have written here… It was inspired by Pacific Rim and Code Geass for the Guerrier.

On a side note, my university Prof's would rip people a new whole for using grammar editing programs like Grammarly. It's best to just research yourself what grammar rules your country or school uses. Although, I'm still guilty of using them.]

[ohimsummer]

this has been in the drafts since January, also it’s a scrap!! so there’s no real ending (spoiler alert he lost), sowwy babe <3

content: eren x armin's gf, teasing, mean! reader, suggestive, explicit language, not proofread

Eren Yeager considered himself a lot of things, but a bitch was not one of them.

He was notorious amongst his group of friends for accepting any dare, challenge, or bet thrown at him. Even if it was something foolish, all it took was a little prodding at his ego to have him up and running to do whatever it was they'd suggested. Eren thought it made him look cool. You thought it made him look stupid and easier to exploit.

Eren glances at you, more specifically at your boobs in his face which are almost keeling out of your tank top. "So you want me to do...what, exactly?"

You release a dramatic sigh and sit yourself on the arm of the couch, pajama shorts riding up the crease of your thighs and leaving even less to Eren's imagination. "It's a bet, dummy. Go a week without touching me since you like to put your hands on me so much. Think you can handle that?”

He downs the last remnants of water from the bottle in his hand before crinkling the plastic against his leg. "Yeah. But why would I wanna do some shit like that? Give you even more reason to act a fucking ass?"

You grasp at your chest in feigned shock and dismay. "Oh, well, excuse me, then! Big, bad Yeager-boy turning down a challenge? Fine, be that way."

Despite turning in preparation to leave, your feet don't make it to the floor before there’s a strong hold around your waist; Eren holds you in place and then pulls you closer to him, basically onto his lap. "Ah, ah. I didn't say I wouldn't do it, dumbass. What's in it for me if I win?"

You pretend to think up a prize for him, pursing your lips and tapping your cheek. "If you win, I'll do anything you want for a whooole week." A smile spreads across your face as his eyebrows perk up in intrigue. "But if I win, you have to do whatever I say, for a whole week. How's that sound?"

Eren had to admit, you at his beck and call for a week was an enticing offer. Though, at the same time, it gave you a week to be more annoying than usual. But, it would only be for a few days...and after he won he could spend the best week of his life breaking that shit attitude of yours apart and maybe make you behave more often.

"Okay, then.", Eren agrees. You give him a wicked smile and giggle, then begin to explain the rules to him more clearly: no touching you in any sexual way, not to tease nor to taunt, and you make sure to eliminate any specific touches he could try and play off as innocent. Eren decides not to set many rules for you. He liked the challenge, plus, when he won, he intended on making you pay for anything you did for the next 7 days.

The challenge started the very next morning. Eren spent the night wondering how he'd approach it; maybe he'd just avoid you altogether, or try and ignore you and just hope you’d get bored from his lack of reactions. He, unfortunately, wouldn't have any such luck.

"Hey, Eren!"

Eren recognizes your voice behind him as he's walking to his car to head to his apartment. He turns, and his eyes almost pop clean from his head. Thoughts are fighting to be at the forefront of his mind, a prominent one being 'How the fuck is she allowed to wear that on campus?'. There's no time to question it, your voice cuts through his jumbled mind as you ask him for a favor.

"Could you drop me off at the library, 'Ren?", you bat those pretty eyelashes and tilt your head. "I'm supposed to be meeting 'Minnie there but my car's in the shop. Pretty please?"

He agrees. And the week only gets worse from there.

If Eren thought you were insufferable before, it increased tenfold the day this bet started. The car ride on Monday had to be one of the worst experiences of his life. It was bad enough that majority of your skin was revealed, but watching the sweat glisten on your exposed chest, tits pushed up and straining against your top, jostling with every bump in the road that he tried desperately to avoid, made the whole thing that much more unbearable. 

The days following weren’t that much better. Eren realizes how much you’d been holding back when you’d teased him before. Sure you’d lean forward a little and wiggle your ass when you knew he was watching, but now? On your hands and knees in a skirt right in front of him with only the thin fabric of your frilled panties to hide yourself from him? Taking a shower when you knew he was coming over just to let him catch glimpses of your gleaming skin. The worst offense, in Eren’s opinion, was when you “accidentally” text him a photo of your bare pussy, quickly followed by “oops, meant that for ‘minnie so don’t look :(”.  He doesn’t respond, but the read receipt indicating that Eren did indeed see it has you giggling to Armin that night about how fun it was to make his friend’s life even more of a living hell. You don’t know that your high jinks have Eren fucking his fist every night until he can’t even cum anymore, but you like to believe that you have that effect on him anyway.

In spite of your unbearable antics, Eren prides himself on lasting until the final day without touching you. He’s irked at your lack of panic that you’re about to lose, but decides that you’re just putting up a front to make him suspicious. 

[beevean]

Ok hear me out:

I want you to rank the NFCV villains (Nocturne included) from "best" to worst :)

Oh, that's easy! They get worse and worse with each season! :D

Dracula is the best one. Sure, he got hit with a bad case of Idiot Plot in S2, but he's actually a believable menace in the first and last episode. He also benefits from having the best voice in the cast, so I don't want to tear out my ears when I listen to him - yeah yeah i'm killing my boy we've heard that one to death, but it is one of the most emotional moments in the show.

Then Carmilla. I don't like Carmilla one bit: she is a parody of a radfem, a generic #girlboss, and overall a large idiot with an inflated ego who only served to make Dracula and his boytoys look like imbeciles. However, I will commend one thing: she is an unrepentant bastard. In a series that wants you to go all 🥺 at all sorts of murderers and abusers, it's refreshing how hateable Carmilla is from start to finish. Sure, I question why a woman victim of all sorts of implied abuses is treated less fairly than a man who wanted to destroy all mankind and humankind because wife died, but hey, #feminism.

Lenore would have been #1 if the story didn't point at the vilest woman concievable, a disgusting abusive gaslighting lying condescending rapist only concerned with power over people and feeling good about herself, and asked me to pwease feel sowwy for her because she's kinda cute when she tells the man she raped that he can't complain about her enslaving him because he was having fun getting raped by deception 🥺 she isn't at the bottom because she is sadly effective in S3, and she could be a nice character in a story not written by a sex pest.

Since I'm including Miss "please find the rapist sympathetic", I'll include Mister "please find the jihadist sympathetic". Isaac is a giant pretentious hypocritical prick who thinks he's deep because he bleats HUMANS BAD until he wakes up and decides he wants to be Jesus instead, because you know, killing the magician gave him a big boner to stroke while he thinks about the great character development he had. He was also completely pointless to the story, to the point that they had to force a fight against Carmilla to pretend he earned his victory.

Death is so throw out there that I would almost say that his legendary manners of speech was included just so that people would remember him. He's literally a consolation prize to pretend Trevor is still relevant. Oh, and he gives us the stupidest finale possible by bringing back Dracula and Lisa, so that doesn't endear me to him.

Sun Thundercat is a wet fart. She is a 12 yo's Mary Sue, and that's assuming said 12 yo had shit taste to boot.

The Abbot is a complete moron that defies all human logic and no amount of "this time we'll make the CHURCH BAD nuanced" will convince me of the contrary. Give me a good reason as to why a priest who hates the Revolution for being godless would even consider to team up with godless demons.

Vaublanc will always be remembered for his hilarious fish eye frames and that's it.

Not worthy of note are the Bishop, Sala, the Japanese not-twins and the Judge. They are nothing more than walking HUMAN BAD and CHURCH BAD stereotypes, and I don't consider them characters, only plot devices. Oh, and uhhh the Magician? I guess? What a great roster. I won't count Olrox because his role is still unclear.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Dazed and Amused- TADC fic- Teaser

It was a typical day in the Digital Circus.

Everyone had just gotten finished unclogging the pipe maze of an infestation of surprisingly aggressive gummy worms. A fantastic adventure that was clearly just Caine giving them busy work that he didn’t want to do himself.

“Excellent job in snaking those drains! And in record time too! You should allll be proud of yourselves. Look at Bubble, he’s thrilled! He’s so happy! He’s… Bubble, goodness me, STOP. Whatever you’re doing, please!"

Bubble turned to face a cringing Caine with a mouth overflowing in half-chewed gummy worms. Them slowly sliding out of his mouth as he replied.

“Sowwy boss.”

“Ahem, in any case…” Caine turned back to the others with a little spin of his cane. “I think you all deserve a just reward and a day out, soooo… We’re going to the DIGITAL CARNIVAL!”

There were some mixed reactions amongst the group, but one was very vocal.

“Really?! Hurray!” Gangle cheered, clapping her ribbons. Her comedy mask still stuck firmly to her face. It was a wonder with how lost she had gotten during their excursion.

As a matter of fact, it was the longest Gangle had gone in a while without breaking that mask. So, instead of her typically sulking self, she was overflowing with excitement, bouncing in place.

And it was all because Jax too had gotten lost in that stupid maze. He gave the masked tangle of ribbons a slightly irritated look.

“Ugh,” he groaned in exaggeration.

He made a show of it but, much to his continued displeasure, Gangle took absolutely no notice of it. Someone else did though, the ragdoll standing directly to his right who quickly chimed in.

“Well, you’re the one who’s always claiming that everyone’s too gloomy. You should be happy she’s happy,” Ragatha whispered to him.

“I said she was being a drag. I didn’t say I wanted her to become annoying,” Jax clarified.

Ragatha rolled her eyes from him to Pomni. Giving her a ‘are you hearing this?’ sort of look.

Pomni looked back with a visibly uneasy look replacing her tired one from a few moments ago. That was right, Ragatha realized. Pomni hadn’t gotten a chance to go to the Digital Carnival, and she could only be wary at Caine’s enthusiasm.

“Don’t worry, Pomni. This is going to be fun! The Digital Carnival is great, really,” Ragatha assured.

Before Pomni could even reply, Caine literally inserted himself into the conversation by popping up in between them. It made Pomni jump and even Ragatha took a partial step back in surprise.

“And now it is even better!” he proclaimed. “I have updated it with more rides, more attractions, more prizes, and plenty more bug fixes!”

“Bugs?” Kinger snapped his head over with a confused blink.

“Oh yes! The, erm, minor issues from last time are a thing of the past! For example, the roller coaster- the cars no longer fly off the track!”

“Aww, but Caine, that was the best part! Coming down at breakneck speeds and then fl-ying off at the turn and breaking our necks,” Jax mockingly complained.

“I’m sorry, Jax. I know you like the thrills, but safety is this park’s number one concern!” Caine insisted, Jax’s shtick flying right over his head. Caine then leaned in and whispered behind his hand- loudly, mind you- “We also have a tunnel of looove~.” He winked.  

“Oh that’s…” Ragatha said back with an awkward smile. She stole a look to Jax and saw the absolute look of offense and disbelief that was now on his face. She squeezed her hands together. “That’s great.”

Jax looked at her with just straight-up disbelief now.

“It is! Especially for any love birds tweeting about,” Caine hinted. If that wasn’t obvious enough, he then nudged Pomni repeatedly until he was sure she got it too.

Ragatha only kept smiling to cover her embarrassment.

“I think you’re tweeting outta your- Wait, if we’re going… Shotgun!” Jax suddenly cried. He thrust an arm up in the air as his face broke into an eager smile.

Ragatha pursed her lips as she realized what she had inadvertently let happen again.

“Why, you eager beaver you! Of course you can drive, Jax! I appreciate the initiative,” Caine complemented.

The others weren’t nearly as thrilled. Gangle was making sure to hold her mask on, Kinger got a downright dazed look, and Zooble gave a loud groan.

“God, Jax, didn’t feel like giving anyone else a chance?” Zooble asked.

“Nope! You snooze you lose, Picasso,” Jax said, strutting by.

“What just happened?” Pomni asked for clarification.

“Jax is driving again,” Ragatha sighed. She rubbed her arm. “He’s… a little bit of a leadfoot.”

“…Wait, we have a car?!”

Ragatha laughed a little. “You could call it that… but I wouldn’t.”

“…That doesn’t bode well!” Pomni said with a tense smile.

[zkfae]

Three Little Images and a Fun Little Tale

So I came up with my two key OCs a little over a year ago while playing with a picrew

Zephyr K. Fae (They/She/He)

And Meryl E. Dansen (She/They)

I wound up loving these two so much I decided it would be fun to imagine them as roommates. Then I started getting some art of them done via commissions. Once I had a few all together, I realized I could work a mini story around them and posted that to my twitter. Figured now that I have this tumblr, I may as well post it here as well.

So, check it out (and the arts that inspired it) below the cut (and let me know what you think if you read it):

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After a long day at work, Zephyr could only think of one thing they wanted to do as soon as they got home. Rushing to strip off their work clothes and taking out their supplies; diapers, wipes, and powder.

After laying everything out, they got to work, unable to stop smiling through the entire process.

Next up was putting the rest of their outfit for the evening together.

First up was a pair of black thigh highs, then their favorite top (mainly because it gave her wings room to breath that her work shirts didn't.)

One final touch was the collar their mommy had given them last time they'd seen each other (Zeph needed to remember to take pictures of themself wearing it for her later.)

Zeph went up to their full length mirror to appreciate how they looked. Wanting to take in every angle of a sight that had become less common recently.

Time management was never their strong suit and it's only gotten worse in the past year. Barely holding head above water on the stuff that needs to get done left no space for what they wanted.

But tonight, they were pushing that out of their mind and appreciated the sight of their own padded bottom with a simple thought.

"It's been too long!"

(art by floofnfluff)

Zeph stepped out into the living room to settle in for the night. Stretched across the couch was their favorite punky pink catgirl and roommate, Meryl.

Her ears twitched hearing Zeph step out of their room. She sat up, looked them up and down as they walked by, and rolled her eyes.

"Ugh… My roommate is such a baby…"

(art by Princess Molly)

Zeph sticks their tongue out back at her

"You're wearing a diaper too!"

"Mines covered up, though."

"By fishnet tights?"

"It's called 'fashion'.", Meryl affirmed with a smirk.

(art by toddlercasper)

Zeph kept walking away from the cat with a smirk of their own and said, "Well, if I'm such a baby then I guess I'm too little to make dinner tonight."

Meryl stood right up at that, "That's not fair! You promised breakfast for dinner tonight!"

Zeph stuck their thumb in their mouth in performative defiance, "Sowwy, babies not twusted in the kitchen."

As they kept stepping away, Meryl snuck up behind Zeph and lifted and swiftly lifted them off the ground.

Zeph yelped, "HEY!"

"If you're going to be a baby tonight, then I'm putting you down for a nap.", Meryl insisted.

"NO FAIR!", Zephy shouted while kicking their legs.

"If little Zephy Fae doesn't feel like being big tonight, they can live with a little naptime."

"Come oooon! Put me down!", Zephy whined

"You know the magic words to make me stop."

"I'm sorry and I'll make dinner." Zephy pouted

"Not those ones."

With a sigh, Zephy let out exactly what her Roommate wanted to hear, "Meryl is always bigger than me…"

"Very good.", Meryl said as she set her roommate down. Her purple tail was waving back and forth with pride at this victory.

She gave Zeph a playful pat on her diapered butt and watched as they walked into the kitchen

Zeph was barely able to hold back their own giggles as they went along. Being able to play out moments like that with her was exactly why Meryl was the best friend they ever had!

~Fin.

[charmstwit]

I've decided that Sirius and Regulus kissing and completely out of their heads at it are the hottest phenomenon in the known universe. More please? 🥺

(you: can we have a sweet black brothers moment kissing? Us: no, but how about 2.5k of smut that you're not expecting. 😅 Genuinely, we set out to give you what you asked for, but the just got.... dirtier. It's fine. We think you'll like it anyway.)

“The prawns were particularly good tonight,” Kingsley says, settling back into the couch with a glass of firewhiskey dangling from his fingers. “New recipe?”

“It was,” James says, excitedly. “Gwyndolyn gave me the recipe. I can’t seem to get enough prawns right now. I just keep craving them.” He rubs his hand across his distended belly and lets out a belch. “But I think the sesame seeds and chilies really worked well for it.” 

“They did,” Kingsley says. “I’ll have to get the recipe for Kreacher.” 

“I thought Kreacher swore off cooking chilies?” Remus says. “After last time.” 

Sirius huffs. “That wasn’t my fault. He’s the one who dropped them in my lap.” 

“Well, a bit ended up in his eyes when you swiped them off,” James says. 

Everyone ignores the muffled groan, pretending like they don’t hear it. 

“Yeah, well,” Sirius grumbles, sitting back in his chair. 

Remus leans over and kisses his head. “It’s alright, no harm done.” 

Kingsley clears his throat. “Yes, Kreacher won’t touch them, but I believe Dobby will manage.” 

“You should also get the recipe for the—“ Sirius is cut off by a loud whimper, and he stands without word and crosses the room. “Color?”

“Gween,” Regulus says behind the muffled gag. 

“You made noise,” Sirius says, his tone hard a steel.

“Sowwy, Brother,” Regulus manages. His thighs bunch and flex as he bounces on the dildo, sweat trickling down his temples.

Sirius grabs his face between thumb and forefinger and slaps him. Regulus whines, head twisting slightly, and Sirius jerks him back in place, hitting him three more times. It’s not hard enough to leave a mark, but it makes Regulus’s eyes fall shut.

“Didn’t I tell you to be a quiet little slut over here in the corner?” Sirius demands. He squeezes Regulus’s face, forcing his lower lip out in a pout. “To be quiet and let me enjoy my dinner with my guests?” 

Regulus tries to nod, but Sirius pushes his face back. 

“Use your words,” Sirius says.

“Yesth,” Regulus slurs around the gag. “‘Msor–”

Sirius covers his mouth with the flat of his palm, and then shifts his hand up, until he’s cutting off Regulus’s air. Regulus’s eyes flick open and he watches Sirius, not resisting at all, just bouncing obediently. Sirius glares down at him for a long moment before he moves his hand, and Regulus sucks in a desperate breath. “That’s your only warning,” Sirius says flatly. 

“Aw, Pads, be nice to him,” James says. “He’s been at it for a while.”

Sirius straightens up and rolls his eyes. “He’s fine. Just needs discipline. Don’t you, slut?” Regulus nods but doesn’t make a sound. 

Sirius returns to his seat, flicking his wand to turn up the vibrations before he turns back to the conversation. “What was I saying? Oh, yes. You should get the pudding recipe too. It was delightful and goes well with the prawns.” 

Conversation meanders for a bit, occasionally punctuated by moans from the corner, most of which they all ignore. Eventually, however, Regulus’s arms begin trembling as he’s barely able to hold himself up. 

“Little Omega,” Kingsley says, a slight warning to his tone. 

“Oh he’s fine,” Sirius says, though he gets up and crosses the room to kneel in front of Regulus. “Aren’t you, my pretty little Patriarch?”

Regulus is sweat soaked and trembling, but he nods for Sirius. His bounces have gotten shallower; he’s really just grinding on the dildo now, too weak to lift himself up again. Sirius slaps his thigh hard enough to sting, and Regulus cries out. 

“You aren’t trying very hard,” Sirius says. 

Regulus shakes his head desperately. “Twyin’,” he gasps. 

“Try harder,” Sirius says coldly.

Regulus manages to lift himself up and then sinks down again, exhausted, trembling as the vibrations move through him. Sirius grabs his caged cock, rubbing it roughly. Regulus moans again, listing weakly to one side.

“Ohhhh, I see,” Sirius says. He presses the pads of his fingers to the underside of Regulus’s chin, forcing Regulus to look up at him. His voice is almost sweet as he says, “My mistake. I thought you were a man. But you’re just a little bitch, aren’t you?”

Regulus shudders, but he nods again, tears mixing with the sweat on his face.

“Yeah,” Sirius says, his thumb rubbing over Regulus’s cheekbone. “You’re just my little bitch. Just a little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Yesth,” Regulus hiccups.

“You don’t deserve to come, do you?” Sirius asks.

Regulus makes a broken noise, but it doesn’t really matter. That’s Sirius’s decision. He pats Regulus’s cheek, harder than is comfortable, and then flicks his wrist. The vibrations stop, leaving Regulus unfulfilled. Sirius shifts to his side and grabs the dildo at the base, where it’s charmed to the floor. He holds it with one hand and slaps Regulus’s arsecheek with the other.

“Go on. Get up. Crawl over to my spot by the floor. Since you’re just my little bitch, you can kneel there,” Sirius says.

Regulus shifts to all fours, and Sirius watches as he lifts off the dildo, slick with lube. It slips messily out of him, smearing lube across his arsecheek.

“Wait,” Sirius says, as soon as Regulus is properly on his knees. Regulus freezes, and Sirius pulls his arsecheeks apart and blows over his puffy, abused rim. Regulus’s head drops down between his shoulders and shiver goes through his body. Sirius flicks his rim. “That’s pretty. Jamie, come look.”

James rises up from the couch and comes over to Sirius. He gives a low whistle. “The Patriarch is fucked out.”

Remus leans over James to look and hums, slipping a finger into Regulus’s loose hole. “So he is. I’m sure he can take more, though.”

“Of course he can,” Sirius says. He slips his finger in beside Remus’s, moving it in idle circles inside Regulus. “Can’t you, Patriarch?”

Regulus whimpers. “Bwother,” he says shakily.

“Can’t you?” Sirius demands.

Regulus nods, jerky movements of his head as he tries to be good for Sirius. 

“I know you can,” Sirius says, pulling his finger out of Regulus and sliding it up his back ahead of a slick trail of lube. He pinches Regulus’s neck between two fingers, nearly pressing on his scent glands. He whimpers. “How about you get on the coffee table and show us your pretty hole, and I'll fuck you until you're full of my come.” 

“Brother,” Regulus whimpers. He presses his forehead into the carpet and links his hands behind his back, the tight posture telling Sirius he wants to speak.

Sirius pulls the gag from Regulus’s mouth. You have permission to speak.”

It takes Regulus a moment to respond, and when he speaks, the words come out slow, slurred, thick. “Brother, will you take the cage off?” 

“Color?” Sirius asks. 

“Yellow,” Regulus says, voice small. 

Sirius bends, kissing the small of his back. “Thank you for telling me. Do you need me to take the cage off now, or will you be okay if I tell you I will take it off at some point?” 

“I can wait,” he says. “I can be good for you.” 

Sirius runs his hand down Regulus’s arse and thigh. “You're allowed to not be okay with it. I will take it off now if you need it.” 

Regulus hesitates, and Sirius hears what he's not saying in that pause. He'll let Regulus decide now if he wants it off, but even if he agrees to keep it on, the cage will be off soon. “No, keep it on. Please, Brother.” 

He slips back into his role, and Sirius lets it go. “On the table, Patriarch. Let us see the gaping hole of the House of Black.” 

Regulus crawls up on the coffee table. He’s tired, but his posture is perfect. Sirius takes a moment to admire him, so strong, so determined. He can’t resist running a soothing hand up Regulus’s spine, but he even it out by spanking him once, hard, on each cheek. Regulus shakes, but he doesn’t make a noise until Sirius slaps him right on his hole. Regulus mewls, a noise that Sirius wants to swallow whole. Instead, he hits him again.

Kingsley groans on the couch, adjusting himself in his trousers. “Little Omega.”

“Yes, Shack? Do you like the show?” Sirius asks. He hits Regulus again, and then reaches underneath him to grasp his cock. “I think Kingsley likes seeing you like this, Patriarch.”

“If you don’t fuck him soon, I am going to,” Kingsley says, his eyes fixed on Regulus. 

Sirius laughs. “He’s your husband, but he’s my slut.” He pulls Regulus’s cheeks apart and gives a pleased sigh. “But I suppose my cock is cold. You going to warm it up for me, Patriarch?”

“Yes, Brother,” Regulus whimpers.

Sirius unzips his trousers, pushes them down to mid-thigh and then kicks them off altogether. His cock is painfully hard, has been for ages, watching Regulus obey his orders. Still, he takes a moment to slap his cock against Regulus’s hole. Regulus rocks back into him, and Sirius pinches his arsecheek hard enough that he’s sure there will be a mark tomorrow. 

“Sorry,” Regulus whines.

Sirius tsks, and then thrusts into Regulus in one harsh plunge. Regulus cries out, but Sirius fucks him in fast, full thrusts, his balls slapping wetly against Regulus’s thighs. Sirius grabs Regulus’s hair, pulling him back in a half arch, his muscles straining. “Does that feel good, Patriarch?” He croons.

“Yes, yes,” Regulus gasps.

“I bet you want to come,” Sirius says.

“Yes,” Regulus half-sobs, shaking. “Brother, yes, please.”

Sirius snaps his fingers, and a moment later the cock cage tumbles off of Regulus and to the floor. “Don’t you dare come,” Sirius growls in his ear, pulling Regulus fully against his chest. “If you come now, you’re going to regret it, do you understand?”

“Yes, yes,” Regulus agrees breathlessly.

Sirius grabs Regulus’s cock, squeezing. “Are you sure you understand?”

“Promise, I swear,” Regulus gasps.

Sirius fills him with rough strokes, slamming hard into Regulus again and again. Regulus’s head lolls back against his shoulder, only held up by Sirius’s hands on him. “I’m going to come in you,” Sirius says. “After I come, then you may.” 

“Yes, Brother.” 

The room is quiet other than the slap of Sirius’s thighs against Regulus’s arse. Sirius moves his hand to the base of Regulus’s throat. He doesn't tighten, not tonight. He's put Regulus through enough for one night, but from this position, Sirius can feel Regulus’s breath and his heartbeat. Sirius matches the pace of his own breaths, almost unconsciously. 

They're connected like this–sure, Sirius is buried in Regulus’s arse, but it'd more than that. Sirius feels the very life in him, the literal air in his lungs and blood in his veins, and Regulus trusts him so much, to put himself in this position for Sirius, for no one else–not even Kingsley has Regulus this way. Only Sirius. It's everything. Regulus gives him everything.

Sirius traces his fingers down the middle line of his chest, across tight curls of runic tattoos etched into his skin, over his navel and back up again. Sirius is getting close, can feel it in the tightening of his gut and the slick running down his thighs. 

“You're so beautiful, Little Brother,” Sirius whispers in his ear. Regulus whimpers. “So beautiful and so strong. Even like this, you're so brilliant.” 

“Brother,” Regulus murmurs, like it's the only word he can eek out. Yet, Sirius hears all the words he's not saying. 

Sirius comes, buried deep inside of Regulus. He grasps Regulus's tight in his hand before he even finishes. Regulus spills over his hand before Sirius has given him more than a single stroke, his body taut. Regulus is boneless, collapsing forward, but Sirius wraps both arms around him and holds him up. “So good, you did so good,” Sirius murmurs. “My best boy. I love you, petit minou. Shhh, stay with me now.”

Sirius summons the blanket wordlessly. He lets Kingsley holds Regulus upright while Sirius pulls out of him and straightens, but then he gathers the blanket and scoops Regulus up, a murmured spell easing his weight. It’s important that he’s the one to do this. Regulus has given him so much. Now Sirius gives back. 

He carries Regulus to the big, comfortable chair in the corner and tenderly lays him down, his head cushioned on a pillow. Sirius checks to make sure the blanket is around him, keeping him warm. It’s a soft fleece one, a texture Regulus likes to feel on his skin. Sirius murmurs a few cleaning charms to get the worst of the mess off Regulus’s body, and then sits on the ottoman, stroking Regulus’s legs beneath the blanket.

“Sir’rus,” Regulus mumbles.

“Hi Reggie,” Sirius says. “You did so good. I’m so proud of you. You told me when you hit a limit, even. You’re so good at this, so strong. I can’t believe how long you kept up on that dildo. Think you set a new record, minou. I love you so much.”

Regulus hums, a dazed smile on his face. “You… y’liked it?”

“So much,” Sirius says. He crowds closer to pepper kisses over Regulus’s face. “Thank you so much, I loved it, loved seeing you like that. You’re so generous to me. I love you.”

“Mmm, love you,” Regulus agrees.

“You ready for your sweet?” Sirius asks, brushing Regulus’s hair back from his face. When Regulus nods, Sirius kisses him again. “Okay. That’s perfect. You’re perfect. Can you wait here for me?”

Regulus’s face scrunches up, and he shakes his head. “Don’t go.”

Sirius smiles. “Okay, okay. Just a second.” He summons the plate, prepared in advance, from the kitchen. He’s worried it won’t survive the trip, but a moment later a plate floats peacefully into the room, a delicate pastry atop it. Sirius takes it and looks down at the swirl of crème brûlée. He taps the spoon lightly against the dessert’s crust. “Hear that?”

“Brûlée?” Regulus asks.

Sirius nods. “Portkeyed over to Paris this morning to get it from that bakery you like.” He dips the spoon through the crust and gathers a mouthful of sweet, sticky crème onto the spoon. Regulus opens his mouth automatically, and Sirius slips it past his lips.

Regulus hums happily, his toes wiggling under the blanket. “Yum.”

“You like it?” Sirius asks. Regulus nods, and Sirius grins, his chest aglow with Regulus’s happiness. “Good. The whole thing is for you.”

Regulus shakes his head. “No, I have to share.”

“Not a chance. I got everyone a dessert, but this one, little brother, is for you being so good for me. You’ve earned it. Now eat up,” Sirius says.

Regulus sinks back into the chair, eyes falling closed. He smiles. “Yes, Brother.”

“Good boy,” Sirius says, and gathers another bite.

[riseofthespacecats]

RISE OF THE SPACE CATS

An Eddsworld Fan-Script: Part 17 (final)

OUTSIDE - GRAVEYARD

Mass graves have been dug, bodies buried. A few remaining survivors have appeared to help out. EDD and TOM stand over MATT’S grave. It reads "HERE LIES MATT - "I deserved a monument!" "

EDD I can’t believe this is really happening.

TOM Yeah. It’s going to be quiet without him.

TOM raises a bottle. EDD holds out a COLA can.

TOM Here’s to you, buddy.

TOM and EDD drink. RINGO approaches, ears back.

RINGO Dis isn’t what I wanted.

EDD But this is how it is now. We have to face it and move on.

RINGO No. I can’t do dat.

RINGO pulls out a LAZER GUN, pointing it at the DUO. EDD throws his hands up, TOM looks unimpressed.

EDD Ringo, what are you doing?

RINGO What I have to.

EDD But- but what about all of the good times we had together?

RINGO Dis is da onwy way it can end.

TOM Figures.

RINGO I’m sowwy, Edd.

RINGO pulls slowly on the trigger. EDD sweats.

RINGO Miwaculous memowy gun!

RINGO shoots the MEMORY ERASING LAZER GUN! The ray bursts out from the end, wiping across the world, sweeping everything away in a fluttering glow.

TOM’S APARTMENT

EDD and TOM are sat on SOFA CHAIRS. RINGO, back to normal, is on EDD’S lap, being petted. The TV is showing the news.

REPORTER Seemingly overnight, the Zombie Plague has come to an end. All victims have been buried and a handful of survivors have been found driving a coach down the M4...

The TV shows KIM and KATYA speaking to a REPORTER, gesturing to the COACH as the MAYOR and others disembark.

EDD What do you think happened?

TOM Don’t know, don’t care. Why are we hanging out at my place anyway?

EDD My TV got broken.... Somehow.

TOM Huh. Weird.

MATT, alive, walks in. He is wearing one of TOM’S hoodies.

MATT Hi guys! He sits on the available seat.

TOM Why are you wearing my clothes? Were you going through my stuff again?

MATT No! You guys gave it to me!

TOM Not a chance in hell.

EDD Is that why you were late? You had to steal Tom’s clothes?

MATT No. I’ve been shut in a box since last night!

EDD Huh?

MATT Let me explain. As you know I’ve been making some movies lately...

MATT keeps speaking, but his words fade out.

OUTSIDE

We pan away, the APARTMENT becomes small, people wander around empty streets. Smaller... England, then the continents, Earth...

FAST-ZOOM- TOM’S APARTMENT

RINGO winks at the camera.

END.

[moonlit-imagines]

Screw Dumb Boys

Dustin Henderson x reader

warnings:

a/n: sowwy this took so long i hope u like it cuz i did actually enjoy writing it!!

prompt: @littlegaaby: “Hello! I would like to request a one-shot for Dustin Henderson from Stranger Things with a reader (gn or fem) who is very jealous of Dustin with Suzie, as if they were friends in love before Dustin went to camp and the reader is jealous of the way Dustin tries to talk to Suzie using his brain and the reader vents this to Max over the walkie talkie and Dustin ends up listening, it could end very cute with him and the reader confessing! I'm not sure if I explained it correctly haha, feel free to delete if you're confused and I'm sorry for the bad English, have a nice day!”

When Dustin came back from camp, you were ecstatic. The whole day, you couldn’t stop rambling about all you could do together to make up for lost time over the summer. Seriously, it was driving everyone crazy. “Y/N, we’re all excited to see Dustin again, not just you.” Mike finally interrupted and you looked to Max in your anger, the only person who understood your feelings here. She shook her head, trying to communicate it wasn’t worth the trouble and you’d soon see Dustin later today.

Well, when Dustin got home, things changed. He couldn’t wait to tell the Party about Suzie—his girlfriend from camp. Your soul practically left your body at the news, despite the skepticism of your friends.

“He’s probably lying, y/n.” Max tried to comfort you after you abruptly split from the group. “He’s a boy, he’s clueless. The rest of us have all had boyfriends and girlfriends, he’s just trying to catch up or something and had time to make up a story while he was bored at camp.” She was reallt convincing, but you didn’t think Dustin was lying. Especially to you. He was really your best friend and once you were calm enough to rejoin the group, he gushed to you about her.

“She’s super smart. Genius, actually. And she’s funny in a really mature, intelligent way. Very refreshing. And she’s pretty—long hair, dark eyes, nice smile.” Dustin was getting increasingly annoying by the second and it looked like you were about to burst a blood vessel.

“You notice anything wrong with y/n?” Lucas asked from across the room. You were staring off into space and boucing a leg while Dustin continued his ramblings. “They seem…off.”

“Yeah, they were like, super excited for Dustin to come home and now they’re just sitting there. Where did all those plans they were talking about go?” Mike added, looking to Max for an answer.

“What? I don’t know anything…” She defensively replied, but Lucas knew better.

“Wait…no way…” Lucas started laughing and tapped Mike on the shoulder. “Y/N likes Dustin. That’s why they look so pissed, he’s talking about his fake girlfriend and they’re getting jealous.” Mike continued observing and his jaw dropped. “I’m right, aren’t I?” The boys started cackling at the idea and Max was quick to hit both of them to quiet them down before you noticed. But she knew you needed a quick save.

“Shit, y/n!” Max yelled, looking at Lucas’s watch. “We gotta go, we’re gonna be late!” You looked confused a moment before it clicked that she was attempting a rescue.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, guys, I’ll call you later.” You grabbed all your stuff and ran out the door fast as possible without explanation with Max to follow, laughing as soon as you two got out of earshot, but you were still very upset. “I don’t think he’s kidding.”

“Oh, come on! Even if he isn’t, apparently she lives in Utah. Like that’ll last.” She tried her best to support you, but you were still coming down from the excitement of seeing him. This was a huge letdown and a devastating blow. “We can do something to get your mind off of it. Who cares about boys anyway? I’ll even break up with Lucas again and we can be single together. Screw dumb boys!”

“You’re a good friend, Max.” She finally got a chuckle out of you and she gave you a hug. “Can we get McDonald’s?”

—————

In all the turmoil of the Mind Flayer, you couldn’t get over your failed romance with Dustin. You thought the stress was honestly making it worse, and you were really getting tired of fighting for your life.

“He’s so stupid!” You shouted from the backseat with Max and Steve in attendance. “You seriously didn’t tell Dustin I liked him?” You started taking it out on Steve as he drove.

“No, no!” He defended, trying to focus on the road and saving, you know, all of Hawkins. “Y/N, don’t you think if I knew, I would have told him? I didn’t even think the girl was real, if I’m being honest.”

“It’s fine, y/n. He’s not the only guy in Hawkins.” Max tried to comfort you with the same old story.

“How many people in Hawkins are going to understand what we’ve been through. We have a connection, and I’m not gonna just give up because he’s got a girlfriend, you know?” You bit your tongue and took a breath. “Is that messed up?”

“I think it’s romantic.” Steve answered. “I mean, you guys go way back. You shouldn’t stop fighting for him.”

“Hey, we haven’t heard anything from the others in a while?” Max changed the subject, you’d been waiting for an update on the other teams for a while now. “Where’s the radio?”

“I have it.” You moved and heard it beep, meaning you’d just released the button. You were sitting on it. The blood drained from your face as you realized that you just broadcasted your very private conversation to everyone you knew. “Shit!”

“Hey, don’t worry. Maybe you just pressed it!” Steve said, going pale since Dustin might have just heard him gunning for a breakup of his very new and first relationship.

“Is that true, y/n?” You heard Dustin call over the radio. “Over.”

“Maybe. Over.” You nervously responded and Max grabbed the radio from your hand.

“Mind your business, Henderson!” Max yelled into the radio.

“You didn’t say over. Over.” Said Dustin.

“Over!” She yelled and tossed the radio on the front passenger seat. Your face was buried in your hands and you were already crying, Max did her best to console you since you did the most embarrassing thing anyone could ever do. “We’re almost at the spot. What do you want me to do?”

“Hide me from him.” You told her.

“I can help with that.” Steve added.

Once you’d reached the meeting spot. Dustin was waiting for you. Steve and Max were basically forming a wall to hide you, which was even more humiliating. You could hear the boys giggling over your pain, but Dustin pushed through Steve and Max and gave you a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He told you. “I am stupid.”

“It’s okay.” You responded, bursting into tears iver all the stress. Loss, embarrassment, and fear all catching up to you at once. “I’m glad you’re happy, Dustin.”

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[hertwood]

dts s5 e9-10: THE FINAL POST

e9: -have not been looking forward to the christian horner episode i must say -GOD listening to everyone talk abt how dominant of a year this was for max knowing whats to come 🙃🙃🙃🙃 -this whole "well we didnt do it on purpose so its not cheating" is SO SILLY like imagine if i went to the irs like sowwy i didnt pay my taxes correctly i didnt know 🥺🥺 doesnt matter ur still getting fined lol -i have always felt that christian's whining here is Extra Obnoxious like he didnt spend YEARS going after every lil thing mercedes might've stepped wrong on. if there was a rumor that mercedes went even $100 over cost cap you KNOW he wouldn't shut up about it but when the tables turned he's such a victim -max is going to be deaf by 40 istg. insert huh cat meme that is him always. (affecionate) -"these people talk shit through the media but'll never say it to my face" have u considered its not bc theyre scared to say it to you but bc you're a rancid person they'd like to avoid interacting with. food for thought -"maybe you feel guilty, i dunno" binotto ate with that one i mean IF THE SHOE FITS -I THINK. as it was in 2020 w/ the pink mercedes. (and in 2007 with mclaren!) the penalty for the cost cap breach should've been a dock in constructors championship points. it wouldn't affect the final standings of 2021 (mercedes beat them anyway, there was a big gap to ferrari in 3rd). it would be a great way to set a strict precedent that would easily motivate teams to be very careful with the budget cap WITHOUT changing any results. FIA hire me -say what u like abt will buxton they will never make me hate you will buxton. the way he is with words explaining drama he is the caesar flickerman of f1 and if you cant appreciate it thats a you issue -showing the singapore grand prix and all i can think abt is iconic post race dando interview. yeah i'm sure the race was cool too i guess -I FUCKING FORGOT HE PULLED THE MENTAL HEALTH CARD bro is seriously like dont talk about the cheating we did think of our poor mental health 🥺🥺🥺 anyway i'm gonna go fire nyck devries midseason brb -WOMP WOMP -once again if the roles were reversed christian would be spearheading a campaign to get a mercedes title stripped be so fucking forreal -more max/gp fics. their dynamic is immaculate chefs kiss -god if lewis won this race it wouldve been so iconic. sad

e10: -ad22 top 10 daniel outfits ever. btw -um lando norris neurodivergent agenda the way he's talking about food here? something going on in that brain. when he ordered 13 spring rolls as a meal in that iconic nortrell stream? that is not a way a neurotypical person eats i swear on god -them asking charles how his season was then immediately cutting to the france crash is so mean. good narrative storytelling, but mean nonetheless -how cathartic it must be for nando to benefit from ferrari blunders lol -pre this season coming out, i remember hoping they'd have a proper focus on carlos' austria dnf. it did get a lil moment but it was, for me, the most shocking mechanical dnf of the season and i was looking forward to seeing more of the inner details of it all. oh well -cinematic parallels between merc & ferrari fighting for 2nd in 2022 AND 2023 -brazil must have some typa rule abt not having netflix there bc they always miss out on the most bangers of races. sad. i love u brazil 22 :') -"they told me i can do whatever i want. when i see carlos, put him in the wall" max i am. i am kissing u. on the mouth. mwah mwah mwah -i DO wish. the focused more on the charles v checo battle. that was simply more important. but i guess that didnt work well with the happy ending they gave checo in e7 so -"omtar might get the last laugh this time around" :)))))) for the last time babey hell yeah -FUCK hate how awkward this dando moment they chose to feature is. they're so much more than that. dts only watchers they're in love and doing the nasty on the reg i PROMISE -this daniel comp is so goofy silly now that hes coming back lmao. i do love him he is so important for the reach of f1 and drive to survive and he deserves all the love he gets -HI LOGAN SO EXCITED TO SEE MORE OF U IN THE NEW SEASON MWAH

[tr85n]

unable to think of a decent title, sowwy

trade time :-) from syd

“Daddy, can you tell me a real story tonight?”

“A real story? Okay, sure, Pumpkin. Let me just get my book of real stories then.”

Benson left the room briefly and returned holding a large book under his arm. He sat down on the edge of her bed and carefully placed it down next to him. It was old and scuffed, with the word “MEMORIES” scrawled across the front in huge letters, and several ripped pieces of paper sticking out from all sides.

“Come on, let me untie that hair and then I’ll tell you a real story.”

Stella crawled onto her father’s lap and he pulled the pink band out of her hair.

“Ow!” she hissed.

“Oh! Sorry, Angel.” He rubbed a comforting hand over the spot where her ponytail had been, before giving it a quick brush, “There.”

She wiggled off of his lap and crawled down to the head of the bed, where he proceeded to tuck her in, then sat back down and opened the book.

Flipping through the pages, Benson found himself smiling and chuckling to himself as he tried to find a memory suitable for a child’s bedtime story. He stopped at one page, full of haphazardly arranged photos from years gone by; some from various exciting adventures, many from more relaxed occasions like barbecues and holiday parties.

One photo in particular from this lot grabbed his attention. It was a shot of his old friend, Pops, in his element as he chased bugs with a net. It was one of many similar pictures they’d used as references for his statue.

“Hey!” Stella scooted up so she was now sitting (no easy task with how tight her father tended to tuck her in) and pointed to the book that sat open on his lap, “It’s him, from the statue. You knew each other?”

“Hmm?” He looked back at her, “Oh! Yeah, we were very good friends. Well, he was kinda my boss, but friends is more accurate.”

“Oh. Maybe that’s how he knows me? We’re friends too.”

Benson blinked. “Who? Who is “we’?”

“Me and that guy,” she pointed at the photo again, “He visits me sometimes.”

“Wait. Pops? He… what?” He pushed the photo album to the side.

“Mm-hmm.” She had a little smile on her face that said, what? Was I supposed to keep that a secret?

He didn’t know why he was surprised. Of course the girl made from stardust and a wish was able to see someone who died before she even existed. That was probably something to be expected.

“Oh!” The girl reached under her pillow and pulled out something shiny and amber and wrapped in plastic, “He gave me this!”

She handed it to her father, who just stared at it, eyes wide and mouth agape.

After about half a minute he spoke, though he could only manage a couple of words, “Buh… Butterscotch Ripple?”

The candy fell from Benson’s hands to his lap. Suddenly he felt lightheaded. A hand flew up to cup his temple. I guess that explains some of those strange happenings these last few years.

“Daddy? Are you okay?” came the tiny, concerned voice of his daughter.

“Yeah, yeah, Pumpkin, I’m fine.” He offered a smile.

“So…?” Stella looked up at her father, trying to prompt him to remember the task they’d been distracted from, “the real story? Can you tell me one about him maybe? Pops?”

Benson smiled, bigger than before, “Sure. You lie back down and I’ll tell you all about our friend Pops. And you need to promise to tell me more in the morning, yeah?”

“I can tell you now!” She made another attempt at sitting up, but this time it was thwarted by her father’s hand on her chest.

“Haha! Nice try, but you’ve stayed up late enough,” he let out a big, loud, exaggerated yawn, “and so have I. So let’s have one story, then we’ll continue this in the morning. Deal?”

“Fine, deal,” she struggled to speak through a yawn.

🍭A sweet lil’ story that refers to this post ✨ Thanks Sydney ;; <33

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i mentioned doki in my last post and yeah i kinda dont talk about it as much as the other seasons ive completed huh.

despite my incoming hater rant i uh. dont hate it? but i like every other season ive seen better and that includes tropical rouge, which despite being my first season i do find mid now. though thats really not enough credit to doki, its highs are higher, but its lows are waaaaay lower.

(ramble incoming, not important, just my own scuffed opinion, but its under the cut. also spoilers.)

first off, elephant-shaped ira in the room, yes im a self identified card carrying cure ace hater. i can own that, im fine with it, star twinkle madoka is best madoka, but also i feel like that doesnt give the nuace of how i feel enough credit. its sorta like, yes the fake-out was lame, but a fake out like that is supposed to make more sense in hindsight, when you see the rest of the story and know why it happened, but we REALLY didnt get that. was literally a deus ex machina to save the cures from getting washed by fucked up and evil and purple regina, then proceeds to become an even bigger problem than regina by finessing manas lovies while shes sad about losing her blonde villain gf.

i then made jokes about how aguri is homophobic for the rest of the show

proceeds to be a colossal dickhead for the next 10 episodes, then its revealed she cant back it up cus of the whole time limit thing that they discard at the end, and then just. says sowwy and fades into the bg until endgame arc starts. like we see that she was watching the cures beforehand, but then NEVER stepped in until the regina thing, which. why? she didnt know she and regina were split off from ange until way later, what compelled her? that the cures were gonna lose? howd that not get her moving the several times thatd already happened? theres no reasoning behind it, she shows up, acts like a dickhead, and turns endgame into the aguri show and turns makotos whole arc into an afterthought. most we get out of her after that was the brush your teeth episode. imo actively made the show worse off.

not the only one though cus okada joe, fresh from getting his wife killed and losing his homeworld, gets sent to the main world, immediately starts hitting on middle schoolers. its been said that they were gonna go full coco on this dude but one higherup said "ya nah", but its hard to tell if that happened before or after the show started airing, cus it only fully stops once we see him in the armour suit, going "i miss my wife tails makoto. i miss her a lot" when he was trying to rizz her up like 20 episodes ago. bigger danger to children than king selfish at that rate. only good thing about aguri imo is that okada joe vanishes for like 12 episodes since him meeting aguri would advance the plot.

alice is also kinda lame. nothing else for me to say except half of the alice episodes felt like sebastian the butler episodes, except those were actually fun cus he has a personality thats more than a gentrified toothpick

but also the shows highs are REALLY GOOD. rikka is awesome. the first villain trio is excellent. every scene with regina in it is peak, especially the midseason arc (before aguri anyway). they made a line sticker of that one scene where regina and mana sleep in the same bed and thats the most adorable shit ive ever seen. that one pre-endgame episode with regina and rikka gave kira a run for its money with the funny homo factor. speaking of rikka, the first straight ship (not you raquel) ive seen the series push that isnt either basic as fuck or vomit inducing.

also mana is okay you guys are just mean. when yr in the same show as aguri the mary sue allegations kinda just explode into a cloud of steam

but thats not enough for doki to beat the mid allegations imo. which is a huge shame, this show has so much going for it, but it consistently put a focal point on the things that make it worse! and also why i havent posted about it until literally today, it isnt genuinely great like heartcatch or st, it doesnt have dedicated brain worms inside my frontal lobe like mahopre or kira, and it isnt a show thats overall good but then fumbled its main twist in the most personally aggravating to me way possible like tropical rouge.

oh yeah while im here ive also watched go princess, but that shows issues are more in that anything that isnt towa is kinda just fucking boring, (which is also a shame cus towas the best precure character period bar none) but thats a post for another time

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 11 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Calvin Frey

"Papa, don't I look handsomes?" Benjamin giggled and backed up to show me his new outfit.

"Tatey think so."

I looked up at the blushing twin, who was still standing in the doorway, with his eyes cast down.

"We just wanted to see if either of you wanted to join us downstairs for breakfast," Tatum mumbled something under his breath, too low for any of us to hear.

"If you're busy I can take Benny... sorry, Benjamin and myself...." he still refused to look up and was hovering in the doorway, as if ready to bolt.

My brow raised at the new nickname but I was too distracted to think much on it.

Benjamin was jumping on the bed in front of me, his laughter that I usually loved the sound of was only causing my head to pound more than it already had been.

Food sounded good though and an easy excuse to get out of this bed.

"Let's go eat."

Benjamin squealed when I scooped him up and tossed him in the air, my sore muscles protesting with each movement.

What the hell did I do last night?

"Does it hurt?" Benjamin's smile had slipped and he was frowning at me, his little fingers poking at a sore spot on my face.

I hissed, jerking back some.

"I'm sowwy," my pup cried, quickly leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"All better, see?"

I couldn't help but to chuckle and return his kiss, making him smile widely.

"It looks better than it did last night," Nathan said, pushing up onto his knees on the bed, those blue eyes on me.

The covers fell away from his lower half, finally exposing his black briefs that had little rainbows all over them.

It wasn't what I was expecting but I guess it was better than what I was secretly hoping to see.

I need to really keep my distance from them.

I'd been successfully doing just that for the past week.

Turning away, I hesitantly walked to the door where Tatum stood.

I wanted to just slip by and be on my way.

Tatum was too shy to grope me like his twin but one can never know with these two.

That's why I held onto my pup hoping he'd serve as some kind of shield.

"Don't forget these."

The twin held out my jeans, his smile too innocent.

The mischief swimming in his blue eyes gave him away though and I wasn't all that surprised when I went to grab my jeans and he pulled them out of reach.

The little shit.

Benjamin giggled, wiggling until I let him down so he could run to Tatum.

I was momentarily distracted watching them interact and how my pup clung to the male.

"I'll give you your pants if you agree to spend a day with us."

Nathan starred me down with my pants held tightly against his chest.

"Please?" the softly whispered word was very unlike him.

"We can do whatever you want. Promise."

Turning around, I looked between the twins who were both starring up at me with large puppy dog eyes.

I fully intended to say no... to snatch my jeans from the brat and leave with my pup.

My head was pounding from spending the night trying to drink away my problems and my body was sore from Moon Goddess knows what.

And despite how much I wanted to convince myself that the twins were bad, that mate's in general were bad, I found myself nodding.

"Fine."

The high pitched squeal made me wince.

I only had time to blink before the half naked tiny male flung off the bed at me.

Soft lips dropped kisses all over my face as Nathan clung to me, my jeans discarded on the floor.

His arms attempted to wrap around my neck as he bounced on his toes.

I held onto his sides only because I didn't want him to fall, not because I wanted contact with him.

That dimpled smile was mesmerizing but it wasn't enough to make me forget where I stood on the idea of mates.

I'll give Nathan a day, a day to realize that we aren't compatible, that we're too different.

My stomach growled it's demand for food, loud enough to make the excited blond pause in his bouncing.

A miracle really, I thought I'd have to pry him off me.

"Food. Let's go eat."

He grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the door, only to stop and run back to get my jeans.

Tatum must have slipped away unnoticed while his twin was busy damaging my hearing.

I wanted to hurry up and find him, he had Benjamin.

Nathan took his time picking out an outfit and getting dressed.

He made a mess while doing so, clothes being thrown around discarded or hanging out of the open dresser draws.

In the end he decided on a pair of jeans that clung to his round ass and a white shirt that looked a size too small.

My futile attempt to keep the little wolf an arm distance away, resulted in him only clinging to me as he chatted aimlessly about his family in Alabama.

He missed them, I could tell in the way his smile would sometimes slip before returning.

The twins only had one brother, older than them by five years.

He hadn't found his mate however and their pack only allowed the Alpha title to be passed on, when an heir was born.

It was a traditional law every pack used to follow but ours wasn't so strict with tradition, with it only becoming an official pack, two generations ago.

It was hard ignoring him.

I didn't really want to.

The sound of his voice comforted me in a way I would have never imagined, in a way no one else's ever had.

It wasn't hard admitting that to myself in my head but it didn't change the fact that I only felt like that because he's my mate.

I needed to continuously remind myself of that.

These feelings weren't mine, they were influenced.

I couldn't afford to forget that.

[slutshamingglarncurious]

My Strangetown 03-02-2023

After roughly 1 season in each household:

(playing ts2 super collection for mac bc i want to play on my laptop / can't be assed to troubleshoot ultimate c right now lolz)

i borked up the play order so a couple things weren't ideal. I think I'll eventually switch to a more wants-based playstyle, but for now I want them to do things I want them to. I do let them do a lot of things autonomously though.

Curious:

Pascal - gave birth to fem!Tycho. made an autonomous first move on Nervous, and ofc they fall in love so very easily lol. Pascal took Nervous's last name unfortunately. there're enough Curiouses in town so oh well. He got demoted for a chance event where he stood up for himself and then got the want to quit his job (which ended up being a positive memory so) I don't know what to do with him in those regards.

Nervous - Nervous and Pascal got married before any Beaker household shenanigans could even occur lol sorry no angst. Nervous being a family sim is having a pretty good time atm, I've kept the 'adopt a child' want locked that both he and Pascal have had since getting married, but I'm waiting until after Vidcund gives birth to bring another fuckin child into the house. (yeah Vidcund hasn't even given birth to his initial child(ren) and Pascal and Nervous are married and live together don't talk to me)

Vidcund - is doing some very helpful autonomous childcare for Tycho, so I think he'll be a better papa than I ever anticipated him to be. I did force twins and I'm really hoping for girl/boy I want to name them after his paternal grandparents Zo and Notzo because it's hilarious and the names kinda fit alien vibes? (I've seen people who have a single female baby name her Violet which is everything tbqh!) For now no romantic interests. Maybe he can become the resident 'gardener' heh heh heh.

Tycho - green baby :) is p high values for personality except is lazy (2/3 points) just started toddlerhood!

Nervous and also Vidcund maybe? had wants to adopt a kitten/pet so they have a kitten named Grim. Little s/o to Nervous's heritage m'pose.

Curious

Lazlo - I'm sowwy I married him off to Crystal and moved them downtown so fast bc i wanted more room in the house. I do slightly regret it but hey Lazlo invites himself over all the time. I wish I could get him his little hydroponic weed garden back since he left it back home. Also Crystal had given him a hot tub from their incredible date -- which had ended in woohoo and Pascal setting the kitchen on fire at the same time lol. His lifetime want is to reach the top of the scientist career but idk if that's really in line w his character aha.

Crystal - is a senator??? in my save. which is.. funny since ya know. Lazlo is a grimy little pothead sillyman. I need to spend more time with her to develop her character bc rn she's just some guy to me. I'm mad I made Crystal pregnant so fast instead of having them adopt a child later on in life.. oh well. (I made too many babies too fast bc I haven't played ts2 in ages and got overexcited...) Tycho and eventual baby Nova the cousins ever.

Beaker

Loki - has become good friends with Lazlo from bringing him home from work. real strange duo, but I guess Lazlo is the only one who never tried to get with Circe lol. He spends a lot of time cooking for his epic wife, and did a lot when she was pregnant so that she didn't have to eat burnt tv dinners all the time!

Circe - unfortunately for her, she and Loki rolled 'have a baby' after they woohoo'd early on. So Circe has had to stay home from work multiple days, and I feel bad bc she constantly rolls the want to 'go to work'. She seems to be slightly inferior to Loki when it comes to autonomous parenting, but the baby hasn't been taken away so good job mumz. She has gotten that promotion she wanted and is on track to get plenty more.

Ceres - their first child was a baby girl. she's still a baby and i'm a vanilla player so I know nothing abt her yet! I hope they can have a boy Atom, but since Circe doesn't seem to want to miss work ever I might make Loki get abducted? idk!

Singles

Lola - god this household was a struggle to get moving bc there were no jobs available that they wanted ever. So after a few days Lola got a job in the law career! She's girlbossing tf up. Did I consider getting her with Ajay simply so her name could be Lola Loner? Of course I did. However!! Since the game doesn't start you off with enough gay people I take the 'beard' turnoff to mean she doesn't like men teehee.

Erin - "but wait," you just thought, "doesn't Erin also have the 'beard' turn off?" YES! welcome to my rarepair. Girlboss x girlfail. I'm obsessed with them. (They both had a lil chemistry w each other so i jumped on that. listen I'm pushing things but not totally forcing them ok??) She has not rolled a want to get a job since she first moved in now it's gone so she's just freeloading.

Chloe - was surprisingly the first one to get a job because the slacker career was what she wanted and it was available on like day 1 or 2. Not feeling super inspired by her atm. she's fulfilled 1/20 woohoo partners for her lifetime wish (which I rerolled a few times bc I want them to be actually fucking doable) she gets on my nerves bc she fights Erin and Kristen so goddamn much. And I should mention they live in 73 road to nowhere which is the most evil demented build ever it is so unpleasant to play in and is tiny but was all they could afford.

Loner

Kristen - was so desperate to get out of the house she eloped with Ajay ahaha... (I had to do quite a bit of cheating relationships to get them together bc they never wanted to come over to each others houses and had only met once before) I had originally planned for Kristen to go for ladies but she was so miserable at home. and I wanted Ajay to pair up with a Singles lady but not Chloe (for now..) She also had joined the athlete career and got fired the first fucking day bc of a chance card like it was so bad. She's now in the medicine career bc it suits her personality/skills? I don't like how it kind of all goes against the tiny amount of character background she's given, but whatevs maybe she'll become an all-star athlete later. (Maybe she'll also realize she's not meant to be married to a man)

Ajay - literally just some guy. in the business career. has impregnated Kristen bc again, I got too excited about pairing people off and creating offspring. I'm not rly sure what I'll name this baby or why I'm having it. Maybe I'll get them taken away by social services and the Smiths can adopt to fulfill their family aspiration desires ooh. I think he might cross paths w Chloe a couple more times, hookup perhaps... destroy the marriage perhaps)

Smith

Poltech 9 - I call him Pete/Petey (PT) for short sometimes. He spent like 3/4 days straight only rolling 'adopt a pet' wants and I wanted to tear my hair out bc I adopted a cat and dog both for the family but he wouldn't stop rolling it. But all the family related events gave him a lot of aspiration points and I got him the elixir of life bc I mistakenly thought this could age him and now-elder Jenny down so they could have more kids but now they're both old and both have the "have 10 kids" want. which I want to give them!! so now they're gonna be adopting hella kids.

Jenny - She's newly elderly. Hasn't retired yet. I think I'll get her one more promotion before doing so. She does more parenting because PT9 can only just barely manage to take care of his own needs. (He doesn't even work!!) I wish I could've given her the elixir of life before she aged up :'-( so she could have more kids w her mans. everytime one of them enters the room as the other they get the little heart-y thought bubble and fan themselves. they're so in love.

Jill - she aged up with one of the outfits with a spiky collar lol. I guess she misses Johnny and this is how she expresses it. She's a popularity sim bc I hadn't made any rules for myself yet. Might change it to knowledge? she's just the little silly so I'm gonna let her explore her teenaged times.

Abhijeet - adopted child numero uno. So much for J names! or names with any connection to the family at all lol. I accidentally let the adoption popup time out but I wanted a child anyways. He's been here for like 1.5 days and I don't have a feel for him yet so we'll see!

Heidi - (named after an irl dog friend of mine) black large doggy. first pet adoption. she works in service.

Red - (also named after a real cat) was a red(orange) kitten but aged up and is now black?? so... Don't I look dumb...

Smith

Johnny - of course is an adult now. he wants to be a rock legend, so he's working towards that. He lives downtown with his now wife Ophelia. (they wanted to get engaged immediately okay they're super in love okay?) They live downtown bc I thought it suited the two of them.

Ophelia - is now a Smith. I'm kind of sad the Nigmos name is now totally gone, but i'm trying to honor her family other places. She aged up and immediately had aspiration failure because she had seen a ghost the day before and didn't go to university (I'm sorry you never rolled the want / I kind of forgot) All the "grew up bad" memories with Olive line up with this though! Ophelia had a horrible pregnancy, constantly exhausted and always needing to eat 2/3 servings of food in a row. I ultimately do think she's happy though bc she's living with Johnny and is away from Olive's ghost party.

Willow - the baby was a girl! (which makes 3 girls so far??) I thought it'd be really sweet to name her after Ophelia's late mother and only a couple minutes later did I realize I named this child Willow Smith lol. It's fine it's cool (I think irl Willow Smith is kind of Johnny x Ophelia core actually?? brand new sentence lol)

Specter

Olive - uhhh she deadddd... she started dying literally as Ophelia was doing the moving out sequence so I got the fun "you have killed off all your sims in this household bozo" popup. She sent Nervous a whopping 2000 simoleons of inheritance!! The Specter estate is now vacant.. maybe one of Nervous or Ophelia's descendants will move in years down the line. She died with plat aspiration so that was cool. Because she actually likes seeing ghosts! (ahem Ophelia cough ahem)

Grunt

General Buzz - as soon as I loaded in the lot he was playing with lil Buck and having a grand ol' time. He mostly just goes to work and comes back home. Haven't had any real luck or inspo with developing outside relationships (maybe he'll be one of Chloe's flings lol) He did get a 50,000 simoleon bonus for evaporating an asteroid about to collide with earth so that was pretty sweet. I need to figure out how to spend it lol.

Tank - is now waiting to go to La Fiesta Tech in the bin. He mostly just wanted to impress his father and fight Ripp. I think Ripp actually beat him though.. I'm probably gonna set him up with that one La Fiesta evil gay twin because they are silly and cute!

Ripp - is such a good brother to Buck, they get along so well without any effort on my end. Which is good for him since he isn't friends with Tank or Buzz, and Ophelia and Johnny are adults living downtown. I want to get him with Jill Smith, but of course they keep playing phone tag with each other. Soon... I guess I'm trying a lil too hard.

Buck - what can I say, he's just a little guy. He did make his rounds in the obstacle course outside thanks to dad, and is still doing very well in school. He likes Tank, loves Ripp, and he also loves General Buzz I think. I suppose he's a little softer on him since he's the baby of the family and last child Lyla left him. The game immediately had other plans for the whole "he wonders why his father never seems to notice him" thing, but maybe that'll change. No idea what his future holds.

I spent like at least 2 hours writing all this, I'm gonna start a spreadsheet soon probably. Also need a more organized way to write summaries for these characters, but at least I've written it somewhere i.e. here. Time to not give my back a break and spend the day hunched over my laptop again.