#tawk-sick

[galaxytittus]

Hello I got a few Questions for youu.Who are your favorite CC creators and Sim 3 Simblrs? Also, Which one of your ocs do you think you would get along with the least?Lastly, Which oc are you attached to the most? I love all your sims so much. They all look so pretty <3

Hey omg thank you, you’re so sweet!! 💖 I’m sorry I’m just getting to answering now!

So my fave CC creators rn would be @sourlemonsimblr, @hydrangeachainsaw, @auroraeternal, @rollo-rolls, @vmsims23, @simsoficeandfire (pink dahlia), and @martassimsbook

My favorite s3 simblrs? Ooo @perseusx42 of course, and also @x22bby, @smallsimmer, @pleaseputnamehere, @heldhram, @0pal333, and @cozygirlsimmer <3333

now, for the OC questionss. I would get along with Vladdie the very LEAST, entirely bc he's based on the many asshole marines and soldiers I've met who go into infantry and eat crayons lol. I'm attached to Pepper the most (I know, I know, please contain your shock and awe), he's my (and my husband's) first tattoo 😭

also here's him on my birthday cake in 2018 (wtf) and some old doodles

[periipheral]

WCIF the skirt from the first outfit https://www.tumblr.com/periipheral/758472218751680512?source=share and the dress from the second outfit. Your sims are so cute >.<

hii!! sorry it took so long to answer, wcif for everything under the cut <3

outfit 1: hair, necklace, shirt, skirt, shoes

outfit 2: hair, earrings, necklace, dress, tights, socks, boots

outfit 3: hat, hair, necklace, sweater, skirt, tights, socks, shoes

outfit 4: hair, earrings, necklace, turtleneck, cardigan, skirt, boots

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 12

Abby didn’t enjoy her first morning as a woman with no bladder or bowel control. She let out an ear-piercing shriek when she woke up to find the big-breasted ‘Nanny’ from the day before bending over her with a finger slipped inside the leg-band of her soaking wet night-time diaper.

“Don’t be frightened, sweetie,” the woman cooed. “Nanny’s just checking your nappy. It looks like someone made lots of wee-wees during beddy-byes, didn’t she? Yes she did! Yes she did! Wittle Abby-wabby’s got a very soggy bum-bum!”

Abby felt herself burning with humiliation. “You can’t tawk to me wike dat!” she squealed, sitting up in bed and feeling her clammy wet diaper squishing unpleasantly beneath her. It was only then that she realised her thumb was in her mouth. She yanked it out at once.

The woman tittered. “You’re a big baby who can’t even wipe her own bottom, sweetie,” she said. “I can talk to you however I like.” Her motherly expression turned a little more sinister. “And if I don’t like your tone, I could leave you in that nasty nappy all day, no matter how wet and messy you make it. Is that what you want?”

Abby went cold. She couldn’t change herself. If she didn’t do what this bitch said then she’d have to stay in this disgusting thing for who knows how long – and she needed to keep her mind on the challenge today, not on the state of her pants. This would be the final one, the most important of all, her last and only chance to get back to normal and avoid the Magician’s sick, twisted punishments. And if she won, she’d get three wishes. Anything she wanted!

Her lower lip stuck itself out in a pout. “Sowwy Nanny,” she mumbled meekly.

Nanny smirked. “Good girl. Now let’s get that yucky-wucky diapee off your cute little tushy!”

Abby’s second nappy change as an adult was no less humiliating than her first. Nanny took her sweet time, making sure to coo at her in sickeningly sweet baby talk and tickle her tummy at random intervals. “P-U!” she cried theatrically, pinching her nose as she held up Abby’s sodden, yellowed diaper. “This icky thing is absolutely soaked! What a little pee-pee pants you are, Abby! I’d never have guessed you used to be a sexy, grown-up woman. You look just like a smelly little baby to me!”

Abby cringed and clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds of Nanny’s taunts as the older woman got to work wiping her clean with a pack of baby wipes.

“And here’s a nice, new nappy,” Nappy said happily, slipping one under Abby’s bottom, “for the next time you need to make a pee-pee, or drop a stinky load in your pants.”

Abby couldn’t prevent a pathetic, whimpering sob from leaving her lips as Nanny finished taping a fresh diaper around her waist. But at least it was over. Nanny helped her off the bed and got her dressed – tugging a pair of white, semi-translucent tights over her bulging diaper-butt and pulling a tight pink t-shirt over her bare chest. Her tits were constrained almost painfully in the tiny thing. A pair of frilly socks, black schoolgirl shoes, and a bonnet later, and Abby was fully dressed for the day.

Nanny escorted her, toddling, to the kitchen, where Becky and the Magician were already seated. In front of Becky, and in front of the large highchair that was awaiting Abby, were two enormous bowls full of baby food. Feeling sick, but knowing there was much worse at stake, Abby allowed herself to be sat in the highchair and fed the bland-tasting mush. She barely even fussed as Nanny pushed spoonful after spoonful against her lips, smearing her lower face. She was too busy worrying about what the final challenge would be.

Becky, too, was nervous. She spooned her meal into her mouth by herself. At least she didn’t need someone to feed her, she thought, looking up at the mess the busty woman was getting all over her fellow contestant’s pretty face. She didn’t want to end up like that. It was bad enough being incontinent. She turned red as she remembered how she’d woken up that morning, right in the middle of messing her nappy. How could she ever think of herself as an adult if she was doing that all the time?! She couldn’t stand the thought of spending even one more day in diapers! She didn’t want to be an overgrown, pants-filling baby anymore! She wouldn’t, she couldn’t, spend the rest of her life waddling around in smelly Pampers like some horrid brat in daycare. She forced herself to get through the bowl of baby food, even knowing it would bring about a messy nappy sooner rather than later – it would be the last, she told herself firmly.

Once Becky was finished eating, and Nanny was slipping the last few spoonfuls of mush into Abby’s mouth, the Magician got to his feet. His handsome smile was more terrifying than ever. “Alright girls,” he said, the awful bright light dancing once again in his eyes. “It’s time for the fourth and final challenge. Three silly young ladies have already headed off to live their new, and much altered lives, and now it’s time to find out which of you will be joining them in their fates, and which will earn herself three wishes. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that unless you win, the changes you have at the moment will be permanent.” He savoured the last word, and Abby and Becky both shivered. “The final challenge,” he continued, “is very simple. The two of you will have a competition to see who can act the most babyish over the next few hours. The one who I decide has been the silliest, most ridiculous overgrown baby will win my little game.”

Abby and Becky stared at him wide-eyed, their mouths open. They could only win their adulthood back by outcompeting the other at being a stupid baby?!

The Magician cocked his head at them. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, grinning.

The two young women looked at one another, and then Becky immediately got off her chair and dropped to her hands and knees, babbling in meaningless baby talk. “Goo goo gah bah bah!” she prattled, dribbling down her chin. She started crawling over to the Magician.

Feeling mortified, Abby imitated Becky and hastily extracted herself from her highchair and sank onto all fours too. “Gah gah buh buh buh!” she babbled, drooling down her own chin and crawling towards the Magician herself. She could see the evil satisfaction in his face as he watched them approach.

Becky reached him first. She plopped back on her diapered bottom and looked up at him with her best, desperate, puppy-dog eyes. She raised her hands into the air and made little clenching movements. “Up!” she squealed. “Uppies, Dada!”

The Magician laughed delightedly. He reached down and, with surprising strength, lifted the babbling baby-woman into his arms, settling her on his hip and holding her tightly against himself. Then he looked appraisingly down at Abby, who had just reached his feet.

Abby sat back on her nappy, and was about to mimic Becky again when she stopped. That wouldn’t work. She couldn’t just do whatever Becky was doing – she’d lose for sure that way. She’d have to do something else. A loud, childish temper tantrum seemed like a good idea, as if she was jealous of Becky getting held instead of her. The sick freak would undoubtedly like that. She hated the Magician. She hated him more than anyone else in the world for what he’d done to her, for what he was making her do. But he was dangerous, and she’d play along with his perverted fantasies if it meant winning his insane game. She was a little girl who wanted her Daddy’s undivided attention, she told herself, and that stupid little brat Becky was stealing him away from her!

She hardly had to pretend. The changes the Magician had made to her the day before had ruined her ability to control her emotions like an adult. Angry that Becky was already beating her, and terrified of the consequences if she lost, the tears came in no time at all. Her bottom lip wobbled beneath her thumb, and Abby started to wail. She scrunched up her beautiful face, tears pouring down her cheeks, sobbing hysterically and taking great heaving breaths as she pounded her free hand petulantly against the floor. “WAAAAAAAAAH!” she wailed. “I WANT MY DADA!”

Suddenly, she felt his powerful arm scooping her up, supporting her under her thickly padded bottom and holding her close against his chest, just as he was doing with Becky. “Shhhh,” the Magician hushed her gently, and Abby actually felt a pleasant tingle run down her spine at the unexpected gentleness of his voice. “Shhhh, it’s okay, baby. There, there… Daddy’s here, little one. Daddy’s got you.” The Magician carried them out of the kitchen and further into the house, into a brightly decorated playroom littered with baby toys.

He set them down on the soft, carpeted floor, and Abby immediately got to work. With some difficulty, she yanked off her tight t-shirt and started bouncing and shaking her boobies, giggling like she’d found her new favourite toys. She could feel the Magician’s eyes on her, and she blew a dribbly raspberry that made a line of drool to spill down onto her bare breasts.

Becky started to strip as well, but her adult clothes were harder to remove while she was sitting on the floor. An idea occurred to her, and she looked up, pouting at the Magician. “Wanna be nakie giwl!” she cried.

Chuckling, the Magician knelt down and started taking off Becky’s jeans and tank top, until she too was dressed in nothing but her nappy, her perky tits wobbling stupidly on her chest as she crawled around the room playing with the infantile toys.

They played for some time, working as hard as they could to keep the looks of childish idiocy on their faces while they bashed blocks together, shook rattles, and snuggled with teddy bears. Abby didn’t even have to fake it – after only a few shakes of a rattle she was staring at it avidly, cooing and gurgling, utterly entranced. It sounded so pretty and tinkly! Pretty, tinkly sound… She might have sat there all day playing with her rattle, had she not gotten the sudden, overpowering urge to shove it in her mouth. She came to her senses the moment before it happened, blushing scarlet at the thought of how enamoured she’d been by this stupid baby toy (she had to get back to normal), but there was nothing she could do to stop her body cramming the rattle between her lips and sucking on it enthusiastically. Her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.

Right at that moment, Abby’s bladder released without warning, and she felt her diaper getting soggier and soggier beneath her bottom as she pissed into it helplessly. It felt revolting, but she made sure to keep a blank, babyish look on her face as the front of her nappy discoloured. The Magician was surely watching for any sign of un-babyish behaviour, and babies didn’t care if they went pee-pee. She popped the rattle out of her mouth and let out another stream of ridiculous baby babble. But then, as she started crawling over to a large, fluffy teddy bear, something else happened. Something more than pee. For the second time in her adult life, Abby’s bowel’s rumbled into action beyond her control. Before she could really register what was about to happen, it was already happening. Her mouth opened in a perfect ‘o’ shape as an enormous yucky mess filled her diaper, making her padded pants sag halfway down her thighs with the weight of her load.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, exactly the same thing was happening to Becky. She was more used to the sensation of her pants filling with poop without warning, but it didn’t make it any less disgusting. Still, as poo-poo filled her nappy, she was able to keep her face relatively blank and dopey, as though she’d barely even realised what had happened. A grown woman who couldn’t even tell when she messed herself – the Magician would love that, she was sure.

Although she was trying as hard as she could, unlike Becky, Abby wasn’t able to keep the look of revulsion off her face. She knew the Magician must have seen. Babies didn’t think sitting in dirty diapers was disgusting. They didn’t care. She had to do something to make up for her mistake, and quickly. She had no idea when the challenge might end! Putting on her best bratty, mischievous face, Abby grinned up at the Magician. She hated him with all her heart. She knew she would never be able to look at herself the same way in the mirror after what she was about to do, but if it meant avoiding a terrible, terrible fate, it would be worth it. She sat back firmly on her full nappy, feeling the horrible mess in her pants squish against her bottom. It took all her self-control not to gag. Then, with a moronic giggle, she started bouncing up and down on her bum, squealing loudly and clapping her hands.

Becky watched, but didn’t move. She could see the Magician looking at her, waiting to see whether she’d copy Abby. But she couldn’t… she couldn’t do that. She just couldn’t stand it! The mess beneath her bottom was so disgusting! She couldn’t bounce up and down on it like some mucky baby! Those were the worst kind of diapers she had to change at daycare, the ones where the awful little urchins decided to make the mess in their pants even messier, and make the job of cleaning them up an absolute nightmare for her. The other daycare workers, the stupid women who’d chosen to look after smelly, snot-nosed brats as their whole career, actually thought it was cute when the babies “made bouncies”. But Becky found it nauseating, and the idea of doing it herself was out of the question.

“All right, little ones,” the Magician said suddenly. “I’ve made my decision.”

They both stopped what they were doing and looked up at him fearfully. The Magician took each of them by the hand and pulled them to their feet. The two women stood there, tits out, legs pushed awkwardly apart by their full, sagging nappies, waiting for his judgement. The evil man looked at Abby, who felt her stomach lurch horribly, and then he turned his gaze to Becky. Abby was trembling. Was he going to tell Becky that she’d lost, or that she’d won?

“Sorry Becky,” the Magician said, “but I’ve decided little Abby was the most babyish, and that means, unfortunately, that you’re the loser.”

Abby took a deep breath. Wonderful relief was flooding through her body.

Becky, however, was shaking. “No…” she whispered, so quietly that Abby barely heard her.

“I don’t know what you were planning to do with your life, Becky,” said the Magician pleasantly, advancing on the quivering girl. “Maybe you were planning to go to law school, or train as a doctor, or maybe you just wanted to live an average life, but I’m afraid whatever it was, it won’t be happening now. You’ll be spending the rest of your days as a diaper-dependent adult toddler, a grown woman who stomps about with a smelly, loaded nappy swinging about between her legs. You’ll be dependent on real adults to check and change you, of course… and I know just the place to send you.” He waved his hand lazily, and a canary yellow frock with a smiling cartoon bee on the front appeared on Becky’s body.

Slowly, stiffly, Becky looked down at her new clothes, and recognised the uniform of the Buzzy Bees baby class at the daycare where she worked. Her poopy diaper was peeking out of the bottom.

Becky lost her mind. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, clutching her head in her hands, her eyes wide and horrified.

Abby stared at the woman in horror, but the Magician just chuckled, as if the sight of the twenty-year-old woman’s mental breakdown was merely amusing to him. Becky looked utterly mad. She was screaming inarticulately, and staring straight ahead of her, as though she could see something they couldn’t – as if she was looking at her own future laid out in front of her, a life of stinky nappies and baby food and naptimes, a life stuck in nursery school forever, trapped in the one place she’d wanted desperately to get away from. In a way, she was getting what she wanted – she’d never have to change another dirty diaper again. She’d be too busy filling them. Becky screamed and screamed and screamed.

“That’s enough of your little tantrum, missy,” said the Magician, still sounding amused. “Time for you to go and join your new peers.” He snapped his fingers, and Becky vanished.

[screampied]

vegas ur hitting it raw post……… NO OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 i fear im pregnant 😭

i was gonna talk about sukuna’s too, but i fear that we’ll be awhile if i go on abt both so lemme js say that sukuna n sucking on the tongue caught me off GAURDDDDD, thats for sure 😻and when he said scream i giggled like a BITCH (im a scream fan so i thought of that too 😭) BUT TOJI!1!?1?1?1?? NO U ATE IM ACC IN TEARS ARUGH

OH MY FUCKING SAHGSHAYWE THE WAY HE’S IMMEDIATELY BENDING YOU IVER LIKE ARYSGD. “where do you think you going?” DONT. THAT “dont run away” SHIT ACC MAKES ME MELTS AUDGWHGSGZGAS HES SO FINENENENWNE IS HE GRABBING MY HAIR????? LWWD “get the fuck back here, no runnin today” bussaNUTTTTTSTTSTSTS 🤤

the mocking of the moans. “im gonna cum tooo” HES SO MEAN IM LITERALLY GONNA DIE HERE then you pull up with him calling the reader gorgeous as a nickname.. i would say im sick but the NEXT PART??? im bedridden. CLINICALLY TERMINALLY ILL 🤧

“cum with me babygirl, c’mon, cum on this dick” im ILL. this is getting a whole paragraph bc when i read this my stomach genuinely did a flip AND IT DOESNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO CARTWHEELS SO IDK WHO TAUGHT IT THAT BUT OMFGS??? THE TALKING THROUGH IT ACC MADE ME DIE. NO NO U DONT GET IT VEGASSSSSS, IM ACTUALLY DYINGGGGGGGGGG THIS IS WHEN THE TEARS CAME IN BC AHHHHHHH THE BABYGIRL THE CUM ON THIS DICK LIKE EVERY MAN SHOULD BE LIKE THIS IM DEAD

“got myself a nasty little bitch” AUGH???? YES THE FUCK YOU DO AND ITS M-E, ME !!! NO THIS ALSO DESERVES A WHOLE PARAGRAPH BC I LIKE BEING CALLED NASTY,,,, BUT A BITCH TOO??? W THE LITTLE????? ALL COMBINED PERFECTLY (i like being called a bitch, to a bad extent…) TO MAKE ME SEE STARS. im not okay. im literally not okay 😭

“where’s my thank you?” youre inching my fingers closer to my holes, im not doing this 😭😭 “thank you sugar” ANDDDDDD IM DONE

“you are on the pill though, right?” “…” LMFOOAOA?? YOU NEVER FAIL TO END IT OFF FUNNY 😭😭😭

i need to acc read the last part of toji dbf im too scared to end it 😞😞💔💔💔 no but frls pookie, this is my fav multi character drabble bc HOT DIGGITY DAWG DID I JS GET FED 😻

— pearl anon <3

HELPPPPPOO i always appreciate ur commentary tysm boo 🙂‍↕️💓

noooo like let’s rly tawk about itttt. running away from toji’s dick he’d rly be like “you ain’t going nowhere, take that shit.” oh i’d pass away tbh reader is stronger than MEEEEE

i need sukuna n toji so bad i’m ill with you 🙆‍♂️

HELPPPDFF ikr the ending, guess we’re baring toji’s child now yolo 🫦

and omg don’t be scaredddddd heh but IKNOWWW i don’t want it to end either sobbing i miss him alr 💔💔💔 hope you enjoy tho pearly tysm :((( n stay safe !!! mwah 💓💓💓

[anybodys-flowers]

Where do you get your inspiration from? I really struggle to find pictures of houses that look more worn down and lived in like you to. Do you have any tips on making realistic lived in homes?

hi @tawk-sick

most of the time, i try to imagine what kind of person would live in the space i'm working on & build around that. for example, i may think of a young adult that lives in an apartment with a grandparent, so i place things in the space intentionally & accordingly- older-style decorations with bits of the younger person sprinkled in. i try to think of what they would do in the space day-to-day. i don't do any deep world-building, just enough to start. then i pick items that fit into that idea, lay them all in the room & go from there.

i also love using multiple patterns because i feel like they make the space seem more thrown together over a long time & not as curated. i like to keep aged & rustic looking items in my catalog for the same reason.

i typically don't use reference photos when i build, but i highly recommend looking for things like maximalist or abandoned spaces, for example. trying to copy a space with your own build/buy items can be a really great exercise for developing a sense of decorating.

i hope this helps, & i thank you for your kindness <3 if you have any more questions feel free to ask & i'll do my best to help.

[princess-of-hells-littles]

mss mawbewwie tawking aww us too fawm, you nu wanna gwo if u wan too.-🦌📻

As much as I would love to little fawn I'm pretty sick still so I'm going to have to sit this one out. That being said, Ms Mayberry if you have anyone misbehave, while I'm sure you're more than capable of handling it (haven't forgotten the teenspace incident), if there's one thing I know, handling that many misbehaving littles can get to be too much even for the best of caregivers. Please don't hesitate to send them back to the hotel. I'm not the only caregiver here and have quiet spaces for any misbehaving littles.

@mayberries-daycare

(istg child this is really the best picture you have of you curled up in a blanket? -Circe)

[tawk-sick]

Hello, I'm Tawksick, presenting you the Out of this World Cas Challenge. Tag me @tawk-sick with your creations. Follow me if you want more cas challenges. I will be releasing more overtime. I have monthly ones lined up for February- June already :)

[saintblk]

idk about the rest of you but i physically cannot stand to watch season 2 of jjk ??? even thinking about it makes me wanna rip my heart out of my chest ??? and it’s crazy cause i know exactly what happens i just can’t stand to watch it happen idk

don’t even TAWK to me about the shibuya arc i’m SICK

me rn and me when i go to shower before bed^

[paletalegear]

If She Doesn’t Hawk Tuah I Don’t Want To Tawk Tuha Funny Text 24 T Shirt

If She Doesn’t Hawk Tuah I Don’t Want To Tawk Tuha Funny Text 24 T Shirt

Traditionally in Catholicism – not just in Poland – the day before a If She Doesn’t Hawk Tuah I Don’t Want To Tawk Tuha Funny Text 24 T Shirt, such as Christmas, was a day of abstinence from meat, similar to the way all Fridays were treated. Friday abstinence still remains the normative rule of the Catholic Church, but in some countries, such as the United States, the bishops permitted another work of penance, charity, or piety, of the person’s choosing, in lieu of Friday abstinence. Of course, all anyone heard was “we can now eat meat on Fridays”, and choosing of an alternative penitential practice is virtually unknown. I normally just go ahead and abstain from the meat – it’s the preferred practice, and you have no guesswork as to whether you’ve performed the penance or not. Prayers to you for strength to stop caring about the ex. He is a narcissist. It is one of his ploys. Either an attempt to punish you or he is busy with another victim. I get the only hope you may have, is that if he is still punishing you, then, he still cares and that sick morsel of a crumb is something that you learn to hold onto. Because negative or positive attention, is still attention. I hope you understand there is no shaming or guilting them into talking to you or treating you better. Unfortunately, a narc has no empathy or conscience. The narc is only capable of playing the victim and sees everyone as owing them. Run fast and far and don’t look back. I know this seems impossible because of the way a narc makes you feel like the relationship is one in a million and you wont find any relationship like this one. And pray to God you never do. Your feelings are typical of how a narc makes you dependent on them for happiness, when in reality the narc only gives you grief and the life of walking on eggshells, never knowing what or when the next fight will be and what they want to degrade you with. Breathe my friend and run, there really was never happiness, it is the picture the narc painted in your mind.

[cerastes]

He should be playing Hony Tawk’s Pro Skalter 2, the critically acclaimed game in which you make a cute Seaborn girl do sick kickflips, he shouldn’t be facing The Horrors.

The pang of guilt I feel deploying Jordi under any circumstance. He’s just a dude! I can’t stop thinking about this!

[rinkakku]

thinking about play me by taemin again

[georgiapeach30513]

„Kitten wants to believe her son just isn't having sex. Like ever, and when he does, it's just to create a baby.” Love that 😂😂😂Wait so Blady will have more babys with Lo 🧐😏 Can we have an update on them?🥺🥺

Aww Blade and Lo!! These two when they get to it are going to have the kinkiest, wildest, nerdiest, and still sweetest sex...but Bladey hasn't ever asked her out...

🖤🖤🖤🖤

It’s A Date

Summary: Blade loses Otto

Pairings: Blade Drysdale, Otto White X Reader

Rating: mostly fluff

Warnings: Otto White, losing Otto, panic attack, playful mentions of murder, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Blade Drysdale Masterlist

Blade frantically runs around the busy street, his eyes flicking around rapidly and still he can't find the little boy. He stops in the middle of the road, his hands on his head knowing that his sister is going to murder him, and that's if he doesn't do it himself first.

Harry runs up and down the street in search of his buddy to no avail. His voice screeching out Otto's name over and over again. Blade seeing this, starts to have a panic attack. His hand goes to his heart, and he's unable to stop his racing mind or slow his heartbeat. Leaning over hands on his knees as he tries to steady his shallow panting breath.

Otto wandered away from his dudes, the little four-year-old coming to a familiar boutique and he opens it quickly. "Miss Y/N!" Jefferson runs to the front looking at the little boys confused face, "Is M-m-miss Y/N hewe?" his body trembles as tears fall down his eyes. His face scrunching up in an awkward manner. "I'm wost. Is she hewe?"

"Y/N!" your brother shouts, and you run up front to see the almost inconsolable little boy. Immediately dropping to your knees to hold him tight to you.

"Uncy Bwade h-h-he wost me. I want m-m-my mom-mommy," he hiccups.

"Shh, buddy. Let me pull your Uncle Blade's file and we'll call him. Just..."

"I want my mommy dough."

"He'll call her. I don't have her number cutie. You want some gushers?" he pouts but shakes his head no. "Oh, this is serious mister. Let me hurry and call Blade, okay?" he nods sadly. Those big round blue eyes still filled with tears, and he refuses to let you go. Clinging onto you like you're his savior.

You quickly hunt for Blade's file and start dialing his number, "Jefferson I don't really have the time right now," even his voice sounds uneven and panicked.

"It's actually Y/N. I think I have something that belongs to you."

"I don't need my fucking suit right now. I lost..."

"Otto?" Blade goes silent. "He found his way here. I'm trying to get him calmed down, but he keeps saying he wants his mom."

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'll be right there," in his excitement for the fact that Otto isn't lost, he forgets to tell Harry that the little boy was located. Harry continues to run down the road screaming the little boy's name over and over again. You and Otto even watch him run past the window. Almost wanting to let him know until Otto starts giggling at Harry nearly flailing his arms around.

Blade walks in, running to his nephew before scooping the little boy up to his chest. Pressing him tightly into him, and that's when you see the tears of happiness in his eyes, "Buddy I am so sorry. I was worried sick, and then I knew your mom would murder me."

He watches Harry run past the window again, "Hawwy has been doing that a wot."

"You didn't think to tell him you were in here?"

"Nope. It's funny, watch him," the two of them watch Harry run to the other side of the street still screaming Otto's name. His movements almost animated. "See told ya."

"Sorry buddy," he answers his phone to a screaming Lucy.

"You fucking lost the kid? Story is going to have you ground up like meat! And wait until the White's get ahold of you, and then mom and dad! Their only grandson. How could you fucking lose the most adorable little shitfaced grinning kid alive."

"Aunt Wucy don't tawk wike dat. Mommy will yell at you for dat."

"He's with you? And you didn't think to call Harry? The poor bastard called me crying."

"You want me to tell him?"

Lucy hesitates for a moment, "I'll call him in a few minutes. I'd like to have him good and frustrated. It's been awhile."

"I hate you," he tells her before hanging up the phone. He looks over at you, "Thank you for taking care of him."

"Awl take doughs gushews now," Otto gives you that charming smile that you were warned about.

"First, get Harry in here. There he goes again," Blade rolls his eyes, but opens the door to scream at Harry, and when he sees Otto he sighs in relief his own hands going to grab Otto in a tight hug. "You know you boys are really adorable with him."

"Yeah, we try," Harry continues to squeeze Otto tightly to him and Blade turns to fully look at you, "Look, I'm getting the tux for my sister's wedding. And I don't have a date."

"The wedding is two weeks from now," you tell him, cocking up an eyebrow.

"Right, but if you wanted, um, I mean, I think we would, uh, have a lot of fun. Open bar."

"I'm not old enough to drink."

"Lucy does," you narrow your eyes. Because you're not Lucy. "No, I get it. I'm sorry I..."

"I do have this weekend off though."

"Oooh," Otto and Harry both hoop at him and you. "Miss Y/N, wouwd you go to de wedding wif me?"

"I would love to cutie," Otto laughs over at Blade, "But I don't have a dress, and Blade might get jealous. And I am actually busy."

"Does dat me I got a yes and Uncy Bwade got a no?" you giggle but nod your head. "Bwade got no game."

"Thanks buddy. So, this weekend?"

"Saturday at seven?"

"It's a date."

Masterlist

[azulatte]

"Writing Prompts: Lin // Kya // Kyalin × Reader Edition"

thank you @beifong-enthusiast for giving me the great idea of writing these down.

if anyone's interested, you can use them, just tag me so i can see your work! maybe i'll write some of these too so tell me what you think.

Lin

you and lin join suyin on one of her dance classes, turns out... lin's actually pretty good at it.

you're used to laughing of your own mental health issues and yourself, lin gets tired of it, she thinks it's something to be taken seriously, she cares a lot, she loves you more than anything and gets mad because, usually, she would stop people from harming you, but how can she stop you from bullying... yourself? (it ends up with a mental breakdown, cuddles and lin telling you how unique and perfect you are in her eyes).

dancing with lin, but it's not only slow music, it's also fun and sweet. think swing, jazz, all from the 30s.

it's a modern au, you're teaching lin how to play videogames, she says it's a waste of time, but she's lowkey trying her best to be good at them because they make you happy, and she wants to see you smile.

this prompt from @alphabetaus: "i decorated the hallways with halloween decorations and the next morning you took them all down?? what the hell, where’s your halloween spirit?", you and lin are neighbours, you can imagine who is who.

you're lin's neighbor and your parties are just too loud for her taste, you invite her to stay and you two end up having a really... really good time.

you're babysitting tenzin's kids, you're trying to read some fairytales but lin keeps on corrupting them all, you give up and create your own version of them too, the kids love it (think of that scene from daria).

you get a pet, lin is not happy.

you yell at tenzin for literally everything he did to lin, it comes of as a joke... but it's pretty obvious that deep, d e e p down, you're being dead serious about it. she deserves better.

accidental double date with korrasami at a fancy restaurant, lin and korra are extremely awkward about it.

Kya

picking strawberries with kya, walking in the sun, you just can't stop thinking about how beautiful she looks.

you go to the worst restaurants in republic city with kya, it ends up with a lot of... puke and sweat. but hey! at least you had a lot of fun! ...maybe this isn't the best moment for you to confess your feelings, or is it?

korra comes to you and kya, the lesbian goddesses of the team the only lesbians she knows, for advice on how to invite asami on a date.

young kya's painting your nails to match hers, you're in her room, really really close to each other.

kya is trying to teach you how to swim, but you're scared of the deep waters.

kya teaching you about the water tribes' culture, we love education.

you went to get a stupid tattoo with kya and bumi, you and kya forget about it so you get matching meaningful tattoos. two hours later bumi shows up with the original tattoo in the middle of his forehead.

you're from a village kya loves to visit. you're positively in love with her: you always get so excited when she comes, you bring her flowers, let her stay with you, all with the hopes of her finally staying and reciprocating your feelings, but she's about to leave again, and you just can't keep on with it. you know she's not a fan of commitment, but you just need to try, you tell her about your feelings. maybe kya leaves anyways, maybe she confesses her fears, maybe she leaves... with you.

Kyalin

lin: "did none of you, think this was a bad idea?!" kya: "oh no, we all did. we just decided to do it anyway" or kya, reader, bumi and the gang do something really stupid and went to jail for it.

kya and the reader tell lin about all the conspiracy theories they believe in, and they just get worse and worse, lin is exhausted.

they're cutting your hair in the bathroom, but they don't really know how to do it correctly. could also work with makeup, but we all know they're both good with it. in this case, make them discuss who's better at it.

the three of you buy a new house, now you have to carry the boxes, paint the walls and organize everything, what could possibly go wrong?

pirate! lin + mermaid! you & kya.

roadtrip with kyalin: you're driving, lin gets sick and is about to throw up, kya's been singing the same three songs way too loud for way too long, you're this 👌🏼 close to ending it all.

uwu you and kya stawt tawking to win [read: lin] wike this and shwe doesw't wike it at aww uwu.

having an 'only yes' day with lin and kya, the three of you are only allowed to answer yes to yes and no questions... do i really have to explain it? i just know it'll be messy.

lin's birthday party... it's also a mess.

you and kya take care of lin after she comes home from a really bad day at work, you wash her dishes, kya helps her change clothes, you both help her get a bath, nothing nsfw, just pure worry for her well being.

[rianphin]

Dirty pop sick and tired of hearing all these pepo tawk abow

[sukifans]

Hii! Can you do maybe a sick female reader, and Sokka takes care of them? A short blurb is good, and pretty much the rest is up to you!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

- ✌ anon

FEVER PITCH // sokka

WC: 1k

WARNINGS: illness ig

A/N: thanks for the request! just some short cute fluffy stuff for ya. i was sick for like all of october and had the flu for like ten days and i wish i had a sokka to bring me some soup

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

TO: sokka <3, 7:31 PM

i think i’m sick i feel awful

TO: sokka <3, 7:31 PM

this sucks i have like 3 exams this week

TO: sokka <3, 7:56 PM

pls answer i am your gf i am ill i want attention

TO: sokka <3, 8:15 PM

sokkaaaaaaaaaaaa :’(

FROM: sokka <3, 8:17 PM

i’m here!! i’m sorry i was studying i had my phone turned off

FROM: sokka <3, 8:18 PM

my poor baby :(( how are you feeling?

TO: sokka <3, 8:18 PM

terrible!!

TO: sokka <3, 8:20 PM

i have a headache and i’m all hot but also freezing and i’m coughing and nauseous

FROM: sokka <3, 8:21 PM

that sounds miserable, do you want me to bring you soup or something? i can go to the jasmine dragon and get you some tea

TO: sokka <3, 8:21 PM

both pls 🥺

FROM: sokka <3, 8:23 PM

alrighty princess i’ll be over soon

TO: sokka <3, 8:24 PM

thank u i love u very much ur the best boyfriend ever <3333

FROM: sokka <3, 8:25 PM

i love you too!! 🥰☺️😍��� and i know i am 😤

Even in your sick state, your heart still started racing when you heard your boyfriend turning his spare key to your apartment in your front door. You peeked out hopefully from your nest of blankets on your bed as he opened the door and came in, holding a grocery bag and two paper cups from the Jasmine Dragon. He sent you a grin as he kicked his shoes off.

“Sokka!” You gave him as bright a smile you could muster that was quickly overtaken by a cough following your cry of his name. You made a face as you swallowed back the mucous caught in your throat.

“You sound horrible, babe,” Sokka said, setting the bag down on your kitchen counter.

“I feel horrible,” you rasped, flopping back in bed against your stack of pillows.

“It’s okay now, though,” he cooed, approaching with your tea in hand. “Dr. Sokka’s here to get you feeling all better in no time!”

You quickly buried yourself under the blankets before he could reach you. “Don’t get any closer, I don’t wanna get you sick.”

“You asked me to come!” he laughed, pulling the fabric away after setting the tea down off to the side. “You can’t beg me for attention and then hide when I give it you.”

You pouted up at him. “Well, I do want the attention. But I also don’t want to give you anything in case it’s contagious.”

“Nah, I’ll be okay.” He puffed out his chest. “I have an incredibly strong immune system. My white blood cells are little tanks that decimate any foreign body!” He dropped into a fighting stance and mimicked a quick one-two punch in the air.

Your giggles at his dramatics made you start coughing again. “Don’t make me laugh,” you wheezed, “you’re gonna make me choke!”

“I can’t help being so funny, that’s like asking me to be a whole different person.”

“Well, then I’m gonna cough on you and I won’t feel bad about it anymore.”

“Go ahead, princess! Like I said, impenetrable immune system here.” He pounded dramatically on his chest and you rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh again.

“You’re a weirdo.”

“I’m your weirdo.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You desperately had to fight back your smile as you cradled your tea and took a long sip. You scrunched up your nose and glared at Sokka. “What is this? It’s disgusting. Zuko made it, didn’t he?”

“No, but he did call me a simp when I told him it was for you. I guess Toph finally taught him what it means.” He sat down on the edge of your bed and slid his hand over your thigh, absently rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb. “I tried to order your usual, but when Iroh overheard you were sick he insisted on making you something to help you feel better. So, I guess it’s medicine.”

“It’s gross.” You took another sip and winced at the bitter taste. He gave you a sympathetic look and reached up to brush your hair back from your forehead.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you sighed. “Iroh’s always been a tricky one.”

“I did get you some soup, though. You want that?”

“Yes pwease.” You gave him your best begging eyes and jutted out your bottom lip. He shook his head, pinching your nose as he stood.

“Don’t do that stupid voice.”

“I don’ know what you’we tawking about.”

“I’m gonna eat your soup.”

“Don’t you dare, Sokka.” He laughed at your sudden shift in tone.

“Finish your tea. Knowing Iroh it’ll probably get you better faster than any prescription. I think that old man’s a witch.”

“You’re a witch,” you grumbled, sipping at the tea anyways at his request. You didn’t have the energy to fight him about it. He returned with the takeout bowl of egg drop soup and you immediately abandoned the medicinal tea in favor of the savory broth. “Thanks, babe.”

“Of course.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead and crawled into bed next to you. You only ate a little bit before you started to feel queasy again, so you put the bowl to the side and snuggled up next to your boyfriend. “Is something wrong with the soup?” he asked as he tucked you under his arm.

“No,” you hummed, closing your eyes, “I just feel gross. I’ll finish it later.”

“I’ll put it in the fridge, then.” He moved to get up again but you swung your leg up over his body and wrapped your arm around his waist.

“Don’t get up,” you groaned. “I just wanna cuddle and get my germs all over you.”

He made a face but settled back down. “Ew. What happened to not wanting to get me sick?”

“Changed my mind,” you mumbled.

“Figures,” he snorted. He pulled you in tighter and gently kissed your temple and the top of your head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know I am.”

“Say it back.”

“I’m lucky you love me.” You had to fight back your smile at his huff of indignation.

“(Y/N),” he whined, making you chuckle (and cough).

“Fine, I love you too.”

ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @simpinforsukka @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula

ZUKO/SOKKA TAGS: @fiantomartell @buckywiththagoodhair @hypercakeiii

[anarchyirish]

i've nevew bewn much fow smoking but taking a buwwet tuwu the chest wiww make uwu a wot wess wowwied about the swow deaths of the wowwd. wong stowy showt: i took a job i shouwdn't have. they say the pwetty ones wiww awways get uwu kiwwed, but he was so damn handsome, i juwst couwdn't wesist.

i was a fwog in a swow pot of boiwing watew, ow the fiwst cwown tuwu get intwo the cwown caw. you down't know tuwu get out untiw iwt's too wate. one thing wed tuwu anothew awnd i found mysewf swow dancing with the deviw in the moonwight. except instead of weaving woom fow jesus, he weft woom fow a 357 magnum.

i won't bowe uwu with the detaiws. so i'ww cut wight tuwu the quick: a wot of peopwe died because of thiws man.

wiwwiam j...

dammit. Come own!" *cwink*

wiwwiam j. Bawnum a.k.a. The cowonew.

just wike the cwown in my bat mitzvah, i knew he was twoubwe fwom the moment i waid eyes own him. and juwst wike bozo, the magnificent, a wot of peopwe died whewn he wawked intwo my wife.

*echos of the bozo waughing*

i've bewn chasing him down evew since. We wewe wike two naked men wunning own the same tweadmiww. uncomfowtabwy cwose, but awways juwst a step behind. but no owne cawn wun fowevew.

*taps of chawk own bwackboawd* especiawwy nowt with 200 pounds of sweaty detective bweathing down youw neck. it hasn't bewn easy though. i cawn't count how many countwies i've cownewed him in. couwdn't teww uwu how many times i've had him in my big, stwong hands.

*detective gwunting own stuck dwawew*

evewy time i think i've got him fow good, he somehow manages tuwu swip away. but he's wunning out of howes tuwu hide in. i mean thawt witewawwy, metaphowicawwy, awnd euphemisticawwy. it doesn't mattew how cwafty uwu think uwu awe...

abe: mmm.. Mhm..*waughs*

if uwu've bewn own the wun fow yeaws awnd yeaws...

abe: awwight, pewfect!..Thanks.

eventuawwy......uwu'we gonna make a mistake.

wowd of advice: if uwu'we wunning away fwom youw pwobwems, nevew become too attached tuwu anything. famiwy, wovews,..

..bwiefcases own top of youw caw...

*thumps of bwiefcase*

some things awe best weft behind.

the cowonew's a swippewy owne, shedding names as easiwy as a snake sheds a few pounds befowe bikini season. he's gone thwough pseudonym aftew pseudonym twying tuwu covew hiws twacks. but he awways manages tuwu faww bawck intwo the same famiwiaw wowes...

dwinking, fighting,...

...fwiwting,...

...dancing.

the cowonew was awways owne fow the eccentwics, but hiws watest pewsona takes the entiwe cake shop.

wiwfowd.

'mothewwoving'.

wawfstache.

*gunshots*

get youw ass down hewe.

down't move, asshowe!

show me youw hands!

nowt wike thawt. Put 'em down!

*gunshot*

*gunshot*

*static as disco music distowts awnd dies out *

abe: get down own the gwound. Get down own the gwound wight now!

wiwfowd: wh-why'd the music stowp?

abe: uwu'we nowt getting away fwom me thiws time asshowe. I said get youw ass down own the gwound.

wiwfowd: duwu i know uwu, fwiend?

abe: i said get down on--! whawt?... How duwu uwu not--?

abe: stowp pwaying games. Get youw ass down own the gwound befowe i bwow uwu wight hewe, wight now! ...away.

wiwfowd: dave? daaaave! dave? dave! gweg. Steve? biww? dave! i knew i wecognized uwu. How awe uwu? how's the wife?

abe: i down't have a wife. Stowp stawwing! uwu'we undew awwest fow the muwdew of way too many peopwe tuwu even count!

wiwfowd: weww, thawt's juwst widicuwous! i wouwd nevew kiww anybody.

abe: oh, iws thawt wight? weww, whatevew uwu say, buddy.

*ewectwic chawge fwom tasew gun*

wiwfowd: ahhoahoohaaa...

abe: uwu wan a weaw good wace thewe, buddy.

abe: but iwt's the end of the woad fow uwu.

abe: the waw iws gonna thwow evewy book they have at uwu awnd aftew thawt, they'we gonna thwow uwu in a ceww awnd aftew thawt, they'we gonna thwow away the key awnd aftew thawt, they'we gonna thwow thawt... ceww... intwo a wake.

abe, (innew monawogue): "but nowt befowe i thwow a few things at him fiwst. we'we gonna pway pin the taiw own the donkey. but he's the donkey, awnd the taiw, iws my feewings. but i shouwdn't get ahead of mysewf. i onwy get owne night with him tuwu fiww the howe in my heawt he weft behind. it's finawwy time tuwu get sowme answews."

wiwfowd (in abe's head): "did we date at sowme point?"

abe: "no! we didn't date. The howe iws a metaphow fow whewn uwu shot me in the --"

wiwfowd: caw...

*abe scweams as a caw hown sounds, tiwes squeawing*

abe (in thoughts): "howy shit thawt was cwose!"

wiwfowd: "we couwd have taken thewm."

abe: "what the heww does thawt have tuwu duwu with-?"

abe: how did uwu...? how awe uwu --?!

(abe, in hiws thoughts): "how many fingews am i howding up?"

wiwfowd: fouw..?

abe: "aawdvawk! pumpewnickew!"

wiwfowd: whawt awe uwu doing?

abe: "cawabasas!"

wiwfowd: "awe uwu oookaaaayy?"

abe: how awe uwu in my head?!

wiwfowd: why awe uwu shouting?!

abe: "get out of my head!"

wiwfowd: "you'we stiww shouting!"

*both scweaming* aaaahhhh

*ewectwic chawge of tasew gun ovew theiw yewwing*

wiwfowd: hnaaaaohh aaaahh ooooah ooahf nha-ah.. Ooah.. aah?

abe: enough games! youw ass, iws mine fow the next 24 houws.

abe: awnd i'm gonna take my sweet time......with thawt ass.

abe: tuwu get, answews out of iwt... fwom uwu.

wiwfowd: w-weww, i- i suppose i couwd stay hewe a whiwe, get comfowtabwe...*sigh* wovewy pwace uwu've got hewe! couwd use a bit mowe cowow...

abe: enough!! with youw buwwshit! duwu uwu have any wemowse? any wemowse at aww fow the things uwu've done ow awe uwu too much of a cowawd tuwu face youw cwimes?

wiwfowd: weww, thewe's no need fow name-cawwing! wowds cawn huwt uwu know, uwu shouwd be kind awnd couwteous!

abe: name-cawwing, huh? *chuckwe* awnd, uh, whawt nawme, wouwd uwu pwefew, huh?

*cwank* *cwank*bu-ftf*tssff* *cwank*cwonk*

abe: iws iwt... wiwwiam j. Buttewfiewd?

wiwfowd (chuckwing): weww- weww now, thawt's a nawme i- oowww

abe: wiwson jackson bawthowomew the iii?

wiwfowd: weww now i actuawwy mawwied intwo thaaa-at.. nawme...

abe: wingweheimew! (softew) wait, juwst... Wingweheimew?

wiwfowd: awwight, i may have bewn having a wittwe bit of fun with thawt one- oo-ow.

abe: nawme, aftew nawme, aftew nawme aftew nawme! juwst, so uwu cawn distance youwsewf fwom the weaw nawme uwu shouwd be cawwed. (softwy) muwdewew.

wiwfowd: (softwy) abe? abe! abe, iwt's bewn yeaws! how awe uwu? how awe uwu doing? how's the famiwy?

abe: oh, i'm doing juwst peachy, buddy! 'cause i've bewn waiting a wong, wong time fow thiws day tuwu come, so we couwd sit down, have a chat. catch up; good awnd pwopew.

wiwfowd: wow... thewe we aww awe!

abe: how the heww did uwu duwu thawt?!

wiwfowd: we wook so young!

abe: uwu bettew get youw ass bawck in thawt chaiw! awso, how did uwu get youw ass out of thawt chaiw? uwu'we gonna teww me, uwu'we gonna teww me, how uwu got youw ass out of thawt chaiw so i cawn figuwe out a way tuwu get iwt bawck in thawt chaiw!

wiwfowd: oh thewe's cewine... my heawt stiww beats fow hew tuwu thiws day! but if she- saw me she'd pwobabwy cawve mine out! *waughs*

abe: whawt?

wiwfowd: (softwy) how did uwu find aww thiws?

abe: i've-i've-i've... I've awways had thewm! i've bewn cowwecting thewm. evewy singwe scwap of evidence thiws whowe time so thawt owne day,

*cocks gun*

i cawn bwing uwu down.

wiwfowd: (softwy) thawt's so sweet.

abe: iwt's nowt sweet, thawt's sickening!

wiwfowd: sickeningwy sweeeet!

abe: thawt's nowt whawt i meant!

wiwfowd: wook i am tewwibwy, tewwibwy, sowwy thawt i didn't wemembew uwu. memowies stawt tuwu get jumbwed aftew a whiwe. (softwy) sometimes i, fowget even the simpwest of things...

abe: oh, twust me. Uwu'ww have pwenty of time tuwu think abouwt aww the howwibwe things uwu've done once they thwow uwu in a cage, then thwow away the key, awnd then thwow that- how the heww uwu keep doing thawt?!

wiwfowd: things get jumbwed so easiwy! the whewn, the whewe, the why, the how of iwt aww - awnd who cawn keep twack of iwt? i wondew whawt he's up tuwu, have uwu seen him? (softwy)...maybe i shouwd stowp by.

abe: uwu sewiouswy need tuwu get bawck in the chaiw. i- i- i- i- i've got mowe wope. Maybe thawt'ww wowk.

wiwfowd: eh, wowth a shot. oh! the twain! oh, i wemembew the twain! how wong wewe we stuck in the snow fow?

abe: whawt?

wiwfowd: oh, uwu down't wemembew? ah, thawt's okay. Pwobabwy hasn't happened yet, ohhh, but sowme of youw finest wowk, i have tuwu say. a wittwe spoiwew awewt fow watew tuwu make iwt easiew own uwu. (whispewing) we aww did iwt. *chuckwes*

abe: i down't undewst-aa --!

*gunshot*

wiwfowd: shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.*kisses the bawwew* nowt now. the gwown-ups awe tawking. save thawt fow watew.

abe: (quietwy) whawt the heww's going own?

wiwfowd: huh? i down't weawwy know. Honestwy, i- i- i down't undewstand anything anymowe... but i duwu wemembew uwu. awnd i wemembewed thawt thewe's something i've bewn meaning tuwu give uwu aftew aww - these - yeaws!

*suspense music buiwds up*

i'm sowwy.

abe: get off o- mmm...eee..

wiwfowd: if thewe's owne thing i've weawned aftew aww these yeaws iwt's thawt nothing heaws wike a good apowogy!

abe: i down't... undewstand anything anymowe...

wiwfowd: exactwy! none of thiws makes any sense! thawt's the beauty of iwt!

abe: beauty...? whawt abouwt any of thiws, iws beautifuw tuwu uwu?! whawt kind of- sick, twisted, son of a bitch, thinks any of thiws, iws beautifuw?!

wiwfowd: now whawt did we say abouwt name-cawwing?

abe: yooouu kiwwed peopwe! so many peopwe! (vewge of teaws) uwu kiwwed my fwiends! uwu kiwwed my pawtnew! uwu shot... Me!

wiwfowd: now, iwt seems tuwu me wike uwu'we twying tuwu paint me as the bad guy.

abe: (scweaming) uwu awe the bad guy!!!

wiwfowd: (cawmwy) okay, whoa! hey, whoa, time out. Time out. Time out. shhh... Uh, woah, hey! hoo-hah hee-hey. Time out! i get iwt, uwu've bewn hunting me... fow yeaws, awnd yeaws, awnd yeaws. Uwu've bewn chasing me, aww awound the wowwd. uh... fwom bedwooms, tuwu bathwooms, tuwu bawwwooms. uwu've bewn chasing me awnd uwu've bewn doing a weaw bang-up job of iwt, but, an- awnd fowgive me, if thiws sounds ins- uwting in any way, whawt wouwd uwu say, ouw- uh, o- ouw cwosest encountew was, befowe thiws vewy moment wight hewe?

abe: whewn was ouw cwosest encountew?

wiwfowd: yuh-yeah.

abe: befowe thiws vewy moment?

wiwfowd: yes.

abe: thawt's easy. iwt was whewn we...

*abe fawtews*

whewn... we, uh... uwu... ye-yeah ah, iwt was whewn uwu, um... thawt's whewn uwu, um... *cweaws thwoat* i was hunting uwu down, i was stawking uwu, but uwu fwed the countwy, tuwu - uh... um... aww wight, aww wight, yeah ye- ye- yeah, uwu wewe, uwu wewe off the wadaw fow thwee yeaws, but! i got a hot tip thawt uwu had shacked up in... uh... in, um - ah... uwu shacked up with... in, uh... uh... with the...

wiwfowd: thwee yeaws... uh, whawt yeaw was thawt, exactwy?

abe: whawt, whawt yeaw?

wiwfowd (softwy): yes.

abe: weww, u-uh, iwt was in, uh, i- iwt was in, um...

*abe fawtews again*

iwt... was uh... iwt was - um... (softwy) i... i cawn't we-membew... i... i've - uh...

*sighs*

i've obsessed ovew thiws case fow - uh, yeaws... evewy, moment of evewy day.... spent twying tuwu hunt uwu down... so why cawn't i wemembew? am i cwazy?

wiwfowd: no! no-no. No, no, no, no! my fwiend, uwu awe nowt, cwazy. down't wet anyone, evew, teww uwu thawt uwu'we, cwazy. y-you'we juwst too focused own the minutiae of it-- the detaiws, the who kiwwed who, the who swept with who. it- uwu'we nowt focusing own the big pictuwe.

abe: iwt's impossibwe, tuwu know things thawt haven't happened yet.

wiwfowd: yes, exactwy! juwst, wike iwt's impossibwe - tuwu suwvive a buwwet - (softwy) thwough the heawt.

*faint echoing gunshot*

*piano song fwom the finaw scene of who kiwwed mawkipwiew stawts pwaying*

abe, (innew monawogue): "this was aww a nightmawe thawt i couwdn't wake up fwom. my heawt was pounding mowse code in my eaws, but i nevew weawned the wanguage.  my mind was wike a hamstew baww wowwing down the fweeway - no mattew how fawst i went i couwdn't keep up with the fwow. it was my fiwst yeaw of cwown cowwege aww ovew again awnd i--.."

wiwfowd: no, no, nope, nope, nope, no... no. no dwifting off juwst yet. wisten, fwiend. iwt was a bit of a shock fow me, too. wife needed a bit of madness, but... (softwy) why shouwd death be any diffewent? but i think the stwess, iws getting tuwu uwu a wittwe bit. Uwu need tuwu unwind. uwu'we- uwu'we a fweshwy bown fawn, twying tuwu find youw wegs in the wowwd thawt doesn't make sense.

so, juwst fow tonight... wet's fowget abouwt aww the- th- the chasing awnd, the kiwwing awnd, the shooty shooty bang bang, "god, uwu'we a muwdewew!"

*chuckwes*

awnd juwst fow tonight...(wight static) why down't we... have a wittwe fun?

*piano continues pwaying*

*disco music pways *

*ding*