#thanks again pal :') this made me so happy today!

[good-beans]

hi beans!!! I saw your tags on my poll and I have to ask... Murder Swap AU for milgram??? 👀👀👀👀

I am very intrigued and I don't know if you've mentioned it somewhere before but I'd love to learn more about it if that's okay!! 💜

(also random side note thank u for ur lovely comments about my ocs they make me smile so much awawaaa okay bye--)

Ahhh yes!! ☺️Thanks for asking wahh, I didn't realize people would be curious ;-; Unfortunately it's not any kind of fully fleshed out au story or anything, just something that I have one post about and personally bounce around in my head a lot. It's a fun character exercise for me, seeing what's core to a character, what's a core to a crime, and the similarities/differences between the prisoners. It was supposed to have fun art for it, but somebody keeps putting it off *gives myself a pointed look*

The original post is here, though this has nudged me to make some updates! With their new videos, I now know more to modify Shidou/Mahiru's. It was necessary because of the ages, but I wasn't satisfied with Kotoko's, so I gave her another one here. And Kazui/Haruka's changed now that I have a clearer idea of Kazui's crime. (I know Cat isn't out yet but when I wrote the first post I thought Kazui's murder had been neglect-based -- he left his wife in the path of danger and wasn't there to help because they'd drifted apart. Now that I've looked deeper into his story I see it's different...)

Doctor Mahiru is very much the same, except this time she did start her family with her boyfriend/now husband -- she has the older daughter and younger son she always dreamed of. They're like a picture out of a magazine, or her romance novels. The perfect happy family. And then the accident strikes, and she has sixteen days to make a choice to save one of them by sacrificing another. She was also taking organs from patients prior to this, but saw everything through her painfully optimistic lens. She was saving lives. She was the perfect mother, perfect wife, perfect doctor. It isn't until she does the same to her own family that she realizes what a horrible act she's been committing.

Shidou is deeply and madly in love with his girlfriend he met when moving to the city, but he still has a tendency for deception and distraction. (He mentions in one of his questions that his wife takes charge with a lot of the care at home and he relies on her) in the au, he'd be equally reliant on her but always painting things perfectly. He twists truths and hides mistakes to convince her everything is perfect, even though she's struggling with her own pain and seeing the cracks in their relationship. He hears her mention suicidal thoughts, but buries them -- and any trace of negativity -- with grand stretched truths of how perfect everything is. He ignores the signs until it's too late.

(Half the fun is the aesthetic swapping, but I realized that Shidou's also works if he was still a doctor lol. He's so caught up in monitoring her physical health every time she complains of struggling, but doesn't take into account her mental strain. He treats her like a patient, only looking at physical symptoms, misleading her and himself about the reality of her emotions)

So yeah, I originally needed Kotoko to swap with Yuno since the other girls are too young (and Mahiru was already taken). Still, it felt weird removing her drive for justice, especially seeing how Harrow/Deep Cover hints that she lives for this purpose alone. I realized she could be cool to swap with Shidou -- and she protects the weak by saving everyone no matter the cost. She believes in her heart that the ends justify the means every time. She will be the fang for those who can't advocate for themselves, that's justice to her. I've seen some theories about lost family members as the wolves in her mv, so it would be those people in her "pack" that she kills/saves to make her second guess her work.

Haruka always had trouble expressing his emotions. Though his parents weren't outright abusive, they didn't know how to deal with any neurodivergence in their children, and couldn't help him when he had trouble communicating. They force him to take up theater in school to help him open up, but it only makes him better at acting and hiding his true self. He's awkward and shy, but found that lying could save him from many unwanted circumstances. He constantly lies to his sister as he grows more distant from his family. She discovers the shocking truth to one of these, leading to an emotional confrontation. After so much time bottling himself up, hiding behind masks, the only way he manages to communicate is in an explosive way, and the accident ensues.

And okay, I said it jokingly at first, but I actually think it'd work if Es and Jackalope swapped. The knowledgeable voice of the project is calm and serious. Es remains mysterious, and tells us to take our duty very seriously. But of course we haven't 100% done that -- an anime's fandom is definitely better portrayed by the cheeky rabbit willing to make judgements for whatever personal reasons come to mind first

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 3

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

A week passes in a tense slog. Barrett continues his pandering penance and you wallow in irritation. You want to put it behind you. You want to get past it but every time you do, it just happens again.

If this was the first time, it would be easy but you’ve lost count of all the times you’ve had this fight. 

Your menial office work does little to distract. It only allows you to think about all the bullshit. The way Barrett dismisses everything you do and has to list of everything you don’t. The way he can’t see his own flaws or how you’ve never once rubbed his nose in them like a dog.  

Is it passive or weak or just acceptance? You can’t say. You just always put up with it.  It’s just easier not to make an issue of every little thing. Problem is, now it’s a big thing. 

When you come home, you’re worn out but you still have work to do. Dishes, tidying, cooking. Even your weekends don’t allow you must rest. You need to sort through the bills and go get groceries. All along the way, he’s in the way. You’re not sure he’s trying to help, more so trying to force his way to forgiveness. 

You grab a bundle of reusable shopping bags from the cupboard overflowing with them. It only took about a hundred of the things to start remembering to take them with you.  

As you shut the cupboard, Barrett’s on the other side of the oven. Watching and waiting. He’d be a lot more help if you didn’t have to tell him what to do. You forgot a mug and to him, that’s high crime, but he can’t remember to pay the power bill without six texts on the due date. 

“So... what’s going on today?” He smiles. 

It used to be that that smile made you melt. It would make all your troubles flutter away like butterflies. Now it’s just another irk. 

“Groceries.” You wave the fistful of bags. 

“Oh, cool, want me to come?” 

You nearly scoff. Every weekend you ask and every weekend he’s too busy. His pals want him to jam in their garage band or go fishing down at some dirty river. Another tick on the wrong side of the Pros-Cons list. 

“Sure,” you shrug. It’s easier to just let him come along. You don’t need another argument and you could use the extra hands. 

You shove the bags into the folded shopping cart and put your shoes on. He toddles behind like a lost child. You’re repress a glare as you grab your keys and purse. You’re going to have to talk this out sooner than later our you’re really going to hate him. 

He follows you out to the bus stop and you wait in silence. You had a car but it broke down last year. Ever since, he gets a ride off his coworkers or friends and you flash your bus pass. It’s cheaper than leasing a car, even a used one. 

You don’t know what stresses you out more; thinking about all the stuff he does or just thinking about your life. You get on the bus and sit near the back. He reaches over to grab your hand. You wince but don’t pull away. 

“Nice day,” he says. 

“Mhmm,” you grumble. 

His attempt at small talk doesn’t go much further. You get off at your stop and walk the block to the grocery store. You unfold your shopping cart and pull out your list. Barrett grabs a bag of gummy bears and dumps them in the cart. 

“Those aren’t on the list,” you say. 

“I know but it’ll be a nice treat for later. We’ll have some tonight after dinner.” 

“Oh, alright.” 

You factor in the extra cost and mentally cross off the avocado from the list. You can go without. You roll through the produce section and work your way down the list. Barrett trails behind you. 

You stop in the cereal aisle to grab a bag of oatmeal. As you stand, you flinch and cry out at a surprise peck on your cheek. Barrett puts his arm around your shoulder as he presses his lips against you. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. 

“Baby, giving you a kiss.” You look at him and he grins, “I miss you. I love you. I’m tryna be better, honey.” 

“In the grocery store?” You challenge. 

“It’s cute.” 

“Mm, it’s... let’s wait ‘til we get outta here. It’s starting to get busy.” You glance around at the other customers, hoping none of them noticed his little act. “How about you go grab some drumsticks? Flyer says they’re on sale.” 

“Oh, I can do that. Be right back!” He proclaims. 

He shuffles off and you shake your head and turn back to the shelves. The store brand on discount is all out. You hiss in disappointment. You search the rest of the selection. That’s the cheapest on the shelf and you really can’t stretch the extra dollar. 

You look up at the overstock along the top. It’s right up there but you’re just too short to reach. You give a poor attempt then stand flat on your feet. You peer up and down the aisle. You could find an employee. 

“Need some help?”  

You turn to face the stranger and give a start. They aren’t so strange after all. You know him. Well, not know-know him. Everyone in the city knows Steve Rogers, the Captain America. 

“Uhhh...” 

“What’s your brand?” He asks. “They don’t run restock until before closing. I usually come then, less busy but I got... ha, sorry, I’m rambling. What can I grab for you?” 

You lick your dry lips and glance at the shelf. You appreciate the help but telling Captain America that you need the cheapest bag on the shelf isn’t exactly dignified. You point to the price tag on the shelf and he reaches on his toes to grab the edge of the box on the top. He wiggles out a bag and stands flat. 

“Here,” he offers it with a handsome smile. “You know, it’s made at the same factory as the regular brand.” He taps the back of the bag, “exact same address. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re from the same lot.” 

“Oh, well, er... thanks,” you take the oats and put them in your cart. 

“No problem. Sometimes being a hero isn’t very glorious. Sometimes it’s just reaching the top shelf.” 

You force a chuckle. You’re sure the Cap’s life is all sunshine and rainbows. Must be a real ego boost to help the little people. 

“Well, I appreciate it, Captain.” 

“Steve,” he smirks and stares. Your lower your brows and look behind you. Is he looking at someone else? 

“Oh, of course. I should go find my husband.” You roll around him and try to shake off the awkward encounter. You look down at your list as you stop at the end of the aisle. 

“Hope he’s not lost...” Steve calls after you. He says your name and you crane to look at him. You meet his gaze and blanch. He turns and struts off without another word. 

You turn back to your path and slowly leave the aisle. How did he know your name? You replay the interaction and try to recall giving it but you can’t. Well, you’re not exactly thinking straight right now. It’s nothing. You’re just stressed. 

[twstfanblog]

Hello hello, I love your manhwa au so much, it gives me life!! Plot A is my favorite, I love the angst factor, thank you for the food. I'm not the og plot G anon but I have some ideas for it that hopefully keep FL in character!

FL being so annoying when she's flirting with Yuu that the trio takes notice that Yuu hasn't been around them as much. At first they're kind of smug and happy that it's pulling Yuu away from their usual time together, thinking they can finally get some peace and quiet now. Then the jealousy lowkey sets in, because they haven't seen Yuu in a while, where is she? She was invited to the gala today, and she usually shows up early to annoy them, so why are they standing alone in this crowded room? They overhear some guests mentioning how they saw Yuu and FL at a cafe earlier this week, and how the two are rarely spotted without the other in public these days. FL seems to really like Yuu! There's gossip about if it's romantic, that's how intense FL gets even in public spaces. The trio get this weird sinking feeling in their chests at the thought that Yuu wasn't going to be by their side forever. That she was choosing someone else over them.

Except, Yuu isn't reciprocating FL's feelings. Originally she thought FL could be a new friend, but the things FL has been doing have been killing her vibe to say the least. Pulling her away from her other friends (the trio) at events, finding her in public and inviting herself along to Yuu's solo outings, and being really annoying and clingy in a way that stomps on Yuu's personal feelings. FL doesn't respect her opinions or care to listen to what Yuu is and isn't comfortable with. Yuu feels like FL is fully obsessed with a character she's made up in her head and superimposed on Yuu's person. Yuu starts staying home more, causing Crewel and Crowley to take notice and grow concerned. She stops accepting invites that she knows FL will likely be invited to or be a plus one of a guest to (this includes a lot of the events the royal family hosts since they invite practically every noble family). Maybe this sudden lack of desire to socialize makes Crewel so worried he suggests some pen pals Yuu could write to and that's how she befriends Leona, Idia, Riddle, and Vil in this one. (She writes to the trio too, but they don't reply to every letter and she stops soon after, thinking they're busy and she's bothering them. It's fine, they're still friends after all! Except, her new pen pals have a lot of responsibilities of their own yet still make time to reply to her... She's just overthinking it probably...)

Eventually the trio meet up with Yuu again at a gala and say some rude things, still not understanding they're jealous. Things like asking why she came back to bother them. Yuu, who has missed them a lot and pushed herself to leave the house today to be able to spend time together, is understandably hurt and upset. She snipes back at them she just wanted to spend time with her childhood friends today but she can see she's not welcome here, and she walks off to find her pen pal buddies who have been treating her better. Trio feels bad about that since they are at this point in time more accepting of there being some level of friendship between them, even if they feel it's mostly one-sided from Yuu's side. Later at the event, the trio (finally) sees for themselves what an interaction between Yuu and FL is like with Yuu visibly uncomfortable, trying to get away from FL with excuses, and FL not respecting any of Yuu's wishes or personal space. This can go two ways with trio realizing Yuu hasn't been choosing FL over them, she's been trying to avoid FL and a side effect was avoiding all of society (including them) in the process... Or a misunderstanding blooms that Yuu is being bullied by FL and she was too scared/embarrassed/prideful to tell them.

I love that everyone gives me mini manhwas about my AU!!!

Lowkey though, Yuu wouldnt change much. She'd just openly ignore FL. Because of her example of Crewel and Crowley's relationship she sees being mean to FL as also giving affection. And god forbid she's nice to her.

So FL just doesn't exist anymore. Poor thing is trying to convince Yuu that she doesnt need to stay with Malleus the whole evening and they should dance together. Yuu is just deadlocked gripping Malleus’s arm and asking him if he found any new gargoyles on the palace property.

Jamil watched Yuu completely walk away when FL fake fainted right beside her to force her to catch her. Yuu just turned away right as she was tilting.

Azul is the one who asks Yuu, after he had the tweels pick FL up and just walk away with her, what the fuck all that is about.

Yuu: Look, she's just really annoying and this is the only way I could think of her getting the hint I don't want her around.

Azul:

Azul: Just be your normal horrid self. She'll run for the hills.

Yuu: I can't do that. Being mean is just as affectionate as being nice.

Azul:

Azul: What???

Yuu: Yeah? It's how my dads like showing how much they love each other.

Azul:

Azul: By being mean to each other???

Yuu: Yeah.

Azul:

Azul: This explains so much of our childhood together.

[jasonsknight3]

Love your writing! My birthday is coming up and I would love it if you could write an AK Jason x reader piece about it! If not, no worries! Again, love your writing! Xoxo

Thank you! I don’t know when your special day is but I would like to wish you a happy one anyway! Here is a Jason x birthday reader

Jason had some interesting birthday traditions he’s picked up. When he moved in with Bruce and Alfred they certainly made him feel special. Almost every birthday Jason, Bruce and Alfred were up at midnight. Alfred would always have a cake and candles ready. By 12:03 everyone had a slice of cake with party hats on. What if….Jason shared this tradition with you? You and Jason had discussed the birthday pal. And how to go about it. Little did you know he had a little plan of his own. He always is good at color matching. *You’ll need to know that ;) *

🎂Birthday Traditions🎂

“Hey…babydoll, wake up.” A soft voice started to rouse you from your deep slumber. The voice persisted, “Come on…open your eyes.” Jason’s voice was a soft sing-song melody. Opening your eyes, there was a soft glow. When your eyes adjusted fully awake you see Jason holding a cheese cake with candles of your age lit and wearing a big grin. “Jason? What are you doing?” You asked your voice groggy from being pulled out of sleep. Normally you were pretty grouchy but I guess this time was different. Jason chuckled, “well, it's 12:00, your birthday has officially started. I wanted to be the first to tell you happy birthday.” You could help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. “So then you know that it is quite literally the middle of the night. Why couldn't this wait till the morning? I mean you could still be the first later.” Jason responded “You don’t have work today and I just wanted to share my little birthday tradition with you.” A warmth spreads in your chest. “You are too sweet.” You say “only for you, now, if you could be a doll and put the party hats on for me.” Jason nodded his head over to the night stand where two party hats sat waiting to be worn. It felt silly but nice as well. The hats were decorated with different patterns and colors.

Once the hats were strapped on each other's head Jason softly sang the birthday song to you. A beautiful serenade to you and just you. As the song ends you lean forward and blow out the candles making the room dark again with just the light source coming from the moonlight through your window. Reaching over to the nightstand and flicking on the light you smile at Jason. Who was cutting you a slice and putting it on the plate that he probably had sitting in the bed already. After giving you your piece and him fishing his own you ask “So, this is your tradition huh?” Swallowing a bite he nodded. “Yea, when I was younger or uh…lived with Bruce, Alfred would always make a cheesecake for me. As soon as the clock hit midnight they’d put party hats on and sing to me. Midnight is the start of the day so that means it’s your birthday.” You had never heard of such a tradition but it was…heartwarming. Cute. “Mmmm, well thank you for sharing it with me.” You say eating your last bite. “Of course, they also had a gift for me at midnight. I happen to have one for you too.” Jason pulled the night stand drawer open and pulled out a small box. “Oh Jason, you didn’t have to do that.” You say to which he shuts down “let me spoil you today princess. Starting now. Go on, open it.”

An undeniable bubbly feeling flooded your senses. Taking the small box and opening it there was a pretty necklace. It was simple but it had a lovely red stone in it. You didn’t care too much for extravagant things. Jason knew you loved simple things. You were easy to please. “Oh Jason, it’s so lovely! Thank you, love! Help me put it on?” You request to which he happily obliged. Turning your back to him he slid the necklace around your neck and clipped it with a kiss on the nape of your neck. “Let me see.” Jason softly commanded with excitement. Over you turned around. He smiled upon seeing the necklace. He traced the jewelry as it rested against your skin. “Looked good on you baby. Even better than I imagined. Red is definitely your color.” You laugh. “Pft, no red is your color but you just like seeing your color on me.” Jason shrugged “can’t deny that.” With a kiss of thanks to Jason both of you settle back down for the night as you cuddle excited for what the day would bring.

Simple n’ sweet

[legacyshenanigans]

A part 3 to this

(I mean I didn't expect to make this a little thing but you guys seem to want it 🙂 So I don't mind carrying on this little AU story I've got going on)

Sebastian out of Azkaban

It had been close to 3 months now, since Sebastian had been staying with Garreth. He was feeling some normality in himself again, thanks to Garreths aid, and was back on his feet. Garreth sat at his dining room table, enjoying the morning sun coming through the window, Sebastian wandered downstairs after getting ready, Garreth looked over at him.

Garreth: Morning! *smiles*

Sebastian: *small smile* Hey.

Sebastian wandered over and sat at the table with Garreth, also turning his head to take in the sun and sighed.

Sebastian: I feel good for the first time in a long time..

Garreth: Thats great, Pal *warm grin*

Sebastian: Thank you, Weasley. Again, I don't know what to do to make it up to you.

Garreth: Naah, you don't have to thank me, and you don't have to do anything *smiles* Got everything I need, I was happy to help you. You're my friend.

Sebastian: *smiles* It means alot, truly.

The two sat for a moment, Garreth narrowed his eyes slightly at Sebastian, leaning forward in his chair.

Garreth: Are you ready to talk more about Ominis?

Sebastian ears perked up just hearing his name. this journey that Garreth had taken him on made him do a lot of thinking, he'd forgiven, and he felt some peace, and understood why Ominis and MC did what they did, though it was hard.

Sebastian: I think I am..You havnt told me much.

Garreth: I thought it would be too painful..

Sebastian: It would have been, but I'm ready.

Garreth: Well..I havnt seen him in a while, but we keep in touch. He doesn't live too locally anymore, not far though. And he doesn't know you're here, but he knows you're out of Azkaban. He wrote about it in his last letter to me.

Sebastian: ....I see. I hope he doesn't hate me..

Garreth: He definitely doesn't hate you, Ominis really struggled, Sebastian. After you got sent away, he wasn't himself. He hated it, but he knew it was the right thing to do for YOUR own benefit, do you understand?

Sebastian: I do..I do NOW anyway..It was awful in there..But, I think I needed it, Dark magic was taking over my mind, my soul, everything *sigh* I was angry and clouded when I first got out, wanted to find him, of course after I tried to find Anne first, the night you found me outside that bar, I'd just been drinking, after discovering she'd died...

Garreth: *nods his head in sympathy* I've wanted to talk to you about all this stuff..But my main focus was just getting you normal and stabilised, I didn't want to bring up anything that may have caused pain, and you never said anything, so I left it be.

Sebastian: I know, and I appreciate that. I just hope Anne knows, wherever her soul is, how sorry I am.

Garreth: I'm sure she does, mate. *warm smile*

Sebastian: Yeah *sits for a moment* So, Ominis? Married? Kids? How is he?

Garreth: He's good, lives a nice peaceful life, not married, no kids, but he's happy.

Sebastian: I'm glad he's happy. I'd love to see him.

Garreth: Well..When I last sent him a letter, I asked if he'd like to meet, he's going to be in the gardens in Hogsmeade later today, that's where I told him to meet me..Are you truly ready Sebastian? Have you forgiven?

Sebastian: Yes, I have, honestly! Oh my god *big genuine smile* I've, missed him, so much.

Garreth: Then we'll go together, Leanders coming too, but me and him will wait at The Three Broomsticks while you go and get Ominis, yeah?

Sebastian: *smiles and nods his head*

Garreth: I can trust you, right? You really are OK?

Sebastian: Gaz, you've helped me massively, I really am..I'm ok. *thankful smile*

Garreth: *warm grin* Good..

Later that day, after giving Sebastian a pat on the back, Garreth and Leander made their way to the Three Broomsticks from the town centre, as Sebastian wandered towards the gardens his heart was in his throat seeing his old friend, Ominis sat there on a Bench under a tree, looking prim and proper as always, Sebastian couldn't believe it, he was so overwhelmed with emotion seeing Ominis, his lip was shaking as he approached, standing in front of him. Ominis looked up, knowing a presence was there.

Ominis: *smiles* Garreth?

Sebastian: ....

Ominis: Garreth? Is that you? *stands*

Sebastian: Ominis..

Ominis let out a small sharp gasp, both of them frozen solid for a moment, before Ominis reached out, his breathing shakey as he felt Sebastians face, Sebastian looked at him, a tear falling down his cheek.

Ominis: S-Sebastian?

Sebastian: *sniffles* Ominis.

Tears started to stream down Ominis's face as he grabbed Sebastians' shoulders.

Ominis: Sebastian, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Sebastian: *starts crying himself, pulling Ominis in for a hug* It doesn't matter anymore, it's ok..

Ominis: It..Its no OK..It was never OK *hugging him back* Oh Sebastian *cries more, holding his old friend*

Sebastian: Ominis *clinging to him* It's so good to see you again.

The pair sat on the bench for a while, chatting. Sebastian told Ominis everything that Garreth had done for him and his emotional journey.

Ominis: *sigh* Garreth is an angel for that.

Sebastian: Really is, heh. Oh God, I'm so happy to see you. You look so well..I'm glad you can't see me *chuckles* I aged like damn milk in that place, you've aged like a fine wine.

Ominis: *chuckles* Oh shush..Sebastian, I can't tell you how happy I am, I'm so glad you've forgiven me for the decision I made, because I never truly forgave myself for doing that.

Sebastian: The past is the past, I just want to look forward now *smiles*

Ominis: As do I, old friend *smiles*

~

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hey so I just found your account and omg?? it's literally so amazing 😭✋

Anyways-I was just looking through a bunch of the twist monster au headcannons/stories, and I thought of a scenario that could be done!

Basically the cast reacting to gender neutral or female reader/yuu acting stuff out in their book they are reading like poses, dialogue, just genuine reactions to the text itself

ex. Throwing the book across the room and them being genuinely concerned that something happened bc reader is just staring off into space or cursing but what actually happened was either a character died/did something embarrassing/the mc and love interest finally kiss

Anyways that's all I had in mind hope you have a good day/night! <3

Omg thank you! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the content! QvQ

Ah, books. Such a wonderful creation humans made to fill us with raw, pure emotion or shattering our hearts and souls into a million tiny pieces—only for us to read it again and again! Don’t you just love those moments as a reader? UvU

Except for cliffhangers. Readers have a love/hate relationship with it, writers adore cliffhangers! ÒvÓ

So, what happens if we take a bookreader!Yuu (they/them) and throw them into Twisted Monsterland where even the history books read like a world guide/omnibus to a game or TV series? Oh, and I took a bit of inspiration from a Disney princess comic and a Bill Watterson “Calvin and Hobbes” comic for two of these scenarios. 😂

/-----------/

“Jeez, you sure you’ve got enough books, Yuu?”

“The librarian wouldn’t let me check out more than ten at a time,” Yuu replied, their backpack and arms filled with thick books. “Wish I could’ve gotten ten more at least, but this’ll do for now.”

“Are you sure you can even read all those before next semester?” Deuce asked in concern. “Those look pretty…dense.”

“Oh, I’ll be done in a week. Maybe a week and a half if we get a lot of homework.”

“Funya?! You gotta be kidding me!” Grim said. “Can humans read that fast?”

“Not everyone. Some people are slow readers, but that’s okay since they enjoy it at their own pace while I enjoy it at mine. Only problem for me is choosing which one of these I want to read first!”

/Later that night/

“Yuu? It’s time to eat!” Grim called out. Silence greeted him as he stared at Yuu, who was sitting on the couch with their face practically buried in a book. Frowning, the chimera padded over to the couch and repeated, “Yuu! I’m hungry!”

Still the human didn’t seem to respond, their shoulders hunching as they turned the page.

“Yuu? Yuu!” Huffing, Grim crossed his arms as he glared up at them. “You’ve been reading for the past three hours! How much longer are you gonna read that book?”

“What’s going on, pal?” one of the ghosts asked as the trio appeared.

Gesturing his paws at Yuu, he said, “They’ve been reading ever since we got back from the library today, and now they’re not reactin’ to me. It’s dinner time and they haven’t made any food yet!”

Before anyone could even think of what to say, a loud, shrill squeal filled the dorm.

“Eeeeeee!!!” Yuu squealed, a huge grin on their face as they flopped to the side and kicked their legs like a nervous rabbit while holding the book against their chest. “Omg it happened, it happened!!”

“Mrah!? What?! What happened?!” Grim yelled, wings flared out defensively while his fur bristled. “Why are you yelling!”

“My new OTP!! They finally kissed!!” Yuu said, their eyes wide as they rocked from side to side. “They kissed!! Yes!! Yesyesyesyesyessssss!!!”

“OTP? What’s an OTP??” one of the other ghosts asked.

“It’s what we like to call the ‘one true pairing’ in a story,” Yuu explained, a positively giddy expression on their face with eyes shining brighter than the stars as they struck a dramatic pose. “It’s two characters who vibe with each other on a level that you just can’t help but want them to be together—and the author brought these two together!! Yeeeeeeeee, I’m so happy!!”

“And loud,” Grim grumbled, paws clamped over his ears. “Why are you standing like that?”

“It’s how the main character professed their love for the other!”

“…are all humans as weird as you?”

“Trust me, there are people out there that are way crazier in their excitement than I am right now.”

“Really?!”

“Oh yeah. Don’t even get me started on the fanfics people write.”

“Fan…fics?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child…”

/Two days later/

“Heeeey, lil’ Shrimpy~!”

“Mm…”

“Eh…? Hey, Shrimp…why are you ignorin’ us? It’s not very nice.”

“Now, now, Floyd. One mustn’t interrupt a reader when they’re indulging in such a riveting story.”

“Shh,” Yuu muttered, their brow furrowed as they hunched closer to the book. “I’m at the best part!”

Floyd frowned as he laid his head on his arms, the basilisk slumping against the table. “Man, this is lame,” he said. “You promised to come play basketball with me today!”

“Once I finish this part, we can go do whatever you want, okay, Floyd?”

Jade hummed in amusement as he said, “A rather daring proposition you just offered, Yuu.”

“We have to do a buncha reading for class anyway,” Floyd said with a bored expression. “And Crabby and Mackerel said you finished two other books already, so what’s the point of thi-”

“AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!?!?” Yuu shrieked, leaping out of their chair as Jade and Floyd recoiled in shock. Before the twins could react, Yuu had ducked back into their chair and pressed the book even closer to their face than before.

“…lemmie see that,” Floyd said, leaning over the table to grab it.

“No, no! It’s fine, go do something else!” Yuu said all too quickly, sinking even lower and turning away from Floyd’s reaching claws. “I think I heard Riddle in the hallway.”

“Lemmie see it!”

“No! You can’t read it!” Yuu cried out, bolting away from the table holding the book tight to their chest.

“Get back here, Shrimpy!”

“Noooo!!”

“Oh my,” Jade uttered, eyes wide for a moment before he chuckled. “Perhaps I should look into this book when they’ve finished it.”

/The next day/

“Oh no…oooh noooooo, I hate this so much!”

“Then why are you reading it?” Jamil asked, the naga curled around them. “If you don’t like it, just take it back to the library.”

“I can’t! It’s soooooo good!” Yuu said, practically throwing themselves backwards onto Jamil’s snake half with the book pressed against their face.

“Eh? But wait, you just said you hated it,” Kalim said in confusion.

“I hate it, but I love it so much,” Yuu told them with a whine, their head now touching the floor on the other side of Jamil’s snake body yet still draped over him like a cat. “This book will ruin your heart and shatter your soul into a million pieces!...you should read it too!”

“Given how dramatic you’re being, it might not be wise,” Jamil said with a sigh.

“Read it!”

“It’s okay, Yuu. We can read together! It’ll be more fun that way!”

“Kalim, no. You still need to study for the next potions exam.”

“Augh, I need someone to talk about this story with so we can lament in solidarity!”

“…have you been taking lessons from Rook lately?”

/Three days later/

“Um…is Yuu okay? They’re looking a little…tense.”

It had been several days since Yuu borrowed a stack of books, and already they had gone through nearly half of their hoard. Between classes and on breaks or after finishing tests, it wasn’t hard for students to notice the lone human with their nose between the pages of one book after the other. Even the researchers had taken note of Yuu’s behavior in between tests, making note of their expressions and how their body changes with each scene depicting their emotions. It was noteworthy how they reacted when a character in the story did something “cringeworthy and stupid” (as Yuu would explain when asked), it looked as though the human had swallowed a lemon.

At the moment they were sitting in Heartslabyul, yet another book in their arms as they sat on one side of the lounge. Cater had taken progression snapshots of Yuu’s body slowly curling into itself, eyes steadily growing wider and wider to the point it looked as though they’d bolt away in panic.

“They’re fine,” Grim told Trey as he munched on a snack. “They’ve been like this since they got all those books. That’s the pose they had last time when their Ohteevee smooched or somethin’.”

“Oh, you mean ‘OTP’, Grimmy,” Cater corrected with a smile. “That’s so cute! Our human has an OTP already~!”

“I’ve heard of hitting the books, but this is ridiculous,” Ace commented with a sigh. “They’ve been reading so long that I forgot what half their face looks li-”

“GRAAAAH!!!!”

SLAM! Fwump!!

“Gyah!?” the boys yelped, everyone staring at Yuu as they sat on the couch with a dark scowl.

“Yo, what the heck? Why’d you throw the book like that?” Ace asked, pointing at the large tome on the other side of the couch now.

“Um…Yuu?” Deuce began when they didn’t respond. “Are…you okay?”

“……I’m mad,” came the response, Yuu’s expression growing more annoyed as they stared off into space.

“About what?” Riddle asked in surprise.

Yuu’s gaze turned to the discarded book, their expression as though they had been betrayed by a trusted friend as they said, “Because my favorite character died, and I refuse to read how the book ends when there’s literally two freaking pages left! That’s not enough space to bring them back in a satisfying way!!”

“Y…you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Ace grumbled with a sigh. “That big of a reaction just because a fictional character was killed off?”

“You weren’t there to see the struggles they went through! I saw them change from an annoying bully into a fully developed and vulnerable character who wanted to take charge of their life—and the author killed them off!” Jumping to their feet, Yuu marched towards Ace and Deuce’s room where they’d left their stuff and said, “Where’s my notebook? I need to fix this!”

“What are you gonna do?” Grim called out.

“Write a fanfic, because my scrunkly deserves to be happy!”

“Huh? Scrunkly??”

/Final day/

“Oh, Great Seven…what happened in your book this time?” Vil asked with a sigh.

Yuu sniffled as they tried to dry their tears, though it was difficult as more continued to flow down their cheeks. “I…I just finished my last book,” they said, their voice cracking a little with emotion as Grim pat their arm reassuringly.

“All ten books in a week?” Vil said in surprise. “That’s…impressive. Even so, why are you so upset? Was the story that horrible?”

“No…it…it…it was too good!” Yuu cried out, clutching the book so tight that their knuckles turned white as the tears flowed freely now.

“Ah…such pure, raw human emotion,” Rook crooned. “To express it so freely without fear…beaute!”

“Was the book really that good?” Epel asked.

“Yes!” Yuu wailed. “Now that it’s over, I…I don’t know what to do with myself now…”

Peering at the title, Vil gave a thoughtful hum and said, “Oh, that story. I hear there is supposed to be a spin-off book series. The first one should have released just the other day.”

“Really?!”

“Mrrr…now you’ve done it,” Grim grumbled with a sigh. “Here we go again.”

[zomtart]

An Unreliable GPS (Frank Castle x Fem!OC)

For day 4 I’m borrowing @sunflowersandsapphires ‘s lovely OC El! This also features my OC Fallyn (Lyn), who is similar to Amy in that she has a father-daughter relationship with Frank. Thank you so much Saph for trusting me with El! I hope you like this I love youuu :D <3

Tuna-Tober Day 4: “Are you blushing?”

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!OC

Content Warnings: nothing. Just blushing Frank and scheming Lyn

Word Count: 800

“Frank, hurry up!”

“Christ, Christ, I’m coming! Jesus, I thought the game didn’t start till 4?”

There was a brief pause before Lyn’s voice filtered through the hallway as she pulled her coat onto her shoulders. “Well--well yeah, I mean it does, but I’m telling you, these guys warming up is just--a sight to…be seen. And--it’s general admission! I wanna get good seats.” 

Frank’s eyebrows furrowed as he followed her out to the car. He couldn’t remember a single sports game he ever went to where it was general admission, but hey, the world was changing. He wasn’t gonna question it. Besides, Lyn loved hockey, and she had been through a lot these past few months. Whatever made her happy made him happy.

Although, his suspicions that something was off started back up again when she told him to turn left instead of right at Main Street.

“Huh? No, the stadiums that w--”

“Just turn left.”

“Lyn, what is--”

“Frank, it’s a shortcut, just turn left.”

He grumbled to himself about her insistence but obeyed, turning left and ignoring the honks behind him for stalling up the line of cars.

“Listen, kid, I don’t know what’s going on, but--”

“Stop! Stop--park here!”

The urgency in her voice made him stop, and he pulled off to the side of the city street and parked. After taking the keys out of the ignition, he turned to Lyn, exasperated.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Okay,” Lyn took a deep breath, holding out her hands. “Just…listen. Don’t be mad.”

This is when Frank sighed, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Fallyn.”

“No! No--just, just listen this is a good thing--” she reaches underneath the backseat and pulls out a bouquet of flowers. 

Frank looked incredously down at the flowers, then back to Lyn. “Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?” 

Lyn shoved the flowers at Frank’s chest and huffed. “El is up in her apartment. Room 249. She’s waiting for you to call her and tell her to come down, but I think it would be much more gentleman-ly if you went up and knocked.”

Frank blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. He gripped the flowers in his hand so hard his knuckles turned white, and forced another deep breath.

“Fallyn Charlotte Ripley--”

“What? Is it so terrible that I invited her to come with us? I see the way you look at her, Frank--”

Frank ran a hand down his face, groaning. “Lyn. I am not having this conversation with you.” 

“Great! Have it with her!”

“Christ--what did you even say to her? Why am I holding a bouquet of flowers? She’s just a friend. She is a friend from Matt’s firm.” 

Lyn snorted. “Ooookay, pal. Sure. A friend. Like Bert and Ernie are friends?” 

Frank shook his head. “Lyn. Enough. Whatever you think this is, it’s not. We are friends--hardly even friends. We are acquaintnces. You’re not going to start going behind my back and doing whatever this is.” 

Lyn shook her head and pointed at him. “That! That, right there! That’s exactly why I’m doing this. Because you cannot accept that you have something good going. That you deserve something good. So if I have to make it happen myself, I will--”

  There was a sudden knock on the car window and Lyn yelped. Frank whipped around to assess the threat, but it was only El with an amused smile on her face.

Frank cursed under his breath but rolled the window down, giving El an apologetic wince. 

“Uh…hi. I, uh…”

“Hey.” El smiled, giving Lyn a little wave before turning back to Frank. Frank was momentarily frozen at the sight of her smile. He was…just in shock. From how fast today was moving. That was all. “Everything okay?”

Frank mumbled more curses under his breath, something about goddamn teenagers, making El giggle a bit. “Yeah. Yeah I uh…” he blinked and held the flowers up. Shit, it’s been a while since he’d done something like this. “These are…for you.”

El held a hand to her heart and accepted the flowers, taking a quick sniff of them before hugging them to her chest. “Frank. You shouldn’t have. Thank you, that is so sweet.”

“Y-yeah. Yeah, no…no problem. Glad you uh, glad you like ‘em.” he just looked up at her for a second, taken again by her smile. Then he snapped out of it and cleared his throat. “Uh. You wanna get in? Lyn, get out of there.” 

As El moved to the other side of the car, still cradling the bouquet, Lyn smirked smugly at Frank. “Are you…blushing?”

“Get in the backseat.”

“You totally are!”

@tunatober

[romanarose]

Lil Bit O'Cream

Santiago Garcia x Fat!Francisco Morales

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist (full of plenty of gay shit)

For week 4 of my Oscar Pedro Pride Event Week 4, Food, Fashion Fun if the theme!

AND

To celbrate my dear friend @beefrobeefcal !!! Happy one year of your blog my pal!!!! I love you so much, thank you for all you do to spreadyt he fat p-boys agenda!

Summery: Frankie doesn't think he deserve extra whipped cream, Santi proves him wrong.

Warnings: Food play, making out, illusions to sex. Body insecurity, Remains 18+ even if we don't get down and dirty!

Hosier referece in there for you sluts.

Devider by @nekokabuuuri

Dinner went well.

It was dessert of straweberries and cream that got Frankie in trouble.

Frankie had noticed that since dating Santiago, he had gained a little weight... And by a litttle, it was a lot. There was so much wasted time, so many years he and Santi missed out of together, they spent the time they had just... Being, having fun. They ate a lot of food... Frankei always knew Santi could cook but damn.

What was frustrating was how Frankie seemed to gain and gain and gain and no matter the chilles rellenos and barracho Santiago ate, he remained the same. Little bit of softness, but overall fit. Frankie was never that fit. In the air force, he always struggled to keeo up with fitness regiments and as soon as he got out he stopped trying too hard. He had to keep a certain level of fitness for a while... but that wained as Santiago's calls for missions did.

Then Colombia happened, and Frankie never wanted to go on another godforsaken mission again, lest he lose Ben, Will or Santi, or leave his daughter without a dad.

Santiago went radio silent for months, no one heard a single word... And then one day, he showed up again at his doorstep, and suddenly lips were on Frankie's before they made it inside the door.

Now, where he was worried about his daughter not having a dad, she had two.

She was away with her mom for the week, leaving Santi and Frankie with some alone time. Alone time Frankie was not that eager to get into. It wasn't that he didn't want Santi. He did, he really fucking did. Sex with Santi was incredible, and it had been a few weeks due to the rush of life... but Frankie was now accutely aware of his weight gain after his last pair of jeans busting a button. He didn't want to take his shirt off to find Santi no longer wanted him.

Dinner was done at the table with a few candles with Our Lady of Guatelupe and Martin De Porres staring at them, housewarming gifts from Frankie's mother to show her support for the couple.

For dessert, Santi sat Frankie down at the couch, put on Breaking Bad, and soon joined him with strawberries and and can of whipped cream. Frankie panicked. He did not need whipped cream right now as his stomach folded over the wasteband of his sweats.

"Um, I'll just take the strawberries, no whipped cream." He requested as Santi's ass bounced as he sat down on their couch.

His partner turned to him, a brow raised. "What? No whipped cream? The strawberrie are just an excuse to eat the whipped cream in the first place."

He was onto him. Frankie resisted the urge to run his fingers through his hair; Will had informed him once that this little habit was a tell when he was uncomfortable and/or lying. "Well, you know me. Whiskey neat, coffee black. It's too sweet for me."

Frowning now, Santi set down the bowl, still grasping the tin can of spray cream. "Frank, you slurped down an iced Caramel machiatto in record time today."

"It was sugar free!"

His eyes widened as he connected the dots, then his face softened. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

Frankie sighed. "Fine." He slouched in the couch, stomach protruding out. "I just think if I'm gonna eat whipped cream, I should probably earn it."

"Earn it?"

"Yeah, you know, like going for a run or something."

Santi burst into laughter, "A run? Fish, you haven’t run since Lorea's men shot a gun at your ass."

Huffing, Frankie tries to get up as his face flushes, burning at the embaressment of his lover acknowleging his sedentary lifestyle, but Santi's hand catches him.

"Hey, hey now, I'm sorry. That was rude." His voice was sincier, pulling Frankie down to the couch again. Frankie still wouldn't look at him, staring instead at the strawberries on the table while the bad is breaking on the tv in front of him. "Talk to me, baby."

Face on fire, the older man just mumbles. "I got fat."

He expects Santi to deny it, to say no, you havn't you look just the same. That would make him feel worse, the idea that he was fat and sensitive enough he needed to be lied to. But Santi knew that, because Santi knew him. He shrugs.

"I love the way you look. It suits you. I always enjoyed the fact you had meat on you. I honestly feel don't even notice much, it just feels like this is how you were meant to be."

Now the warmth on his skin was a nicer form. "But... I mean, I get that people like dad bods or whatever, but this is beyond that. It's not a beer belly, I'm just fat."

Santi nods. "I know, and I still think you look great like this. But, what I think isn't really important, although I'm happy to boost your spirits and tell you I think you're hot." He punctuated his point with a pat to Frankie's tummy. "The important part, is how do you feel?"

He considers this for a while, thinking earnestly. He doesn't stare at himself in the mirror hating his body. He doesn't find it's hard to do tasks he enjoys, like running around with his little girl or... activities... with Santi. He can still fit comfortably in the pilots seat even if his uniform has gone up... a few times. He doesn't need a seatbelt extender but he doesn't think he'd mind one. He can happily do the things he loves and although he's not exactly admiring his form, he doesn't hate it.

"I feel like... Like I shouldn't like it. I'm fat, Im supossed to want to-"

Santi stopped him by squishing his cheeks. "I didn't ask how you should feel, amor. I asked how you actually feel."

When Santi let go (after squeezing his cheeks enought to make his lips puff out and planting a kiss) Frankie answered. "Neutral, I guess. I don't pay much attention to it but... I'm comfortable."

Santi begins to smile at that. "Bien. And do you want to lose weight? Because I'll help you, I'll diet with you-"

"No!" Frankie responded, all too quickly, eyes wide enough to make Santi laugh. "I... I like how you look. a lot. Especially your ass."

Grinning his shit eating grin, Santi climbed up to straddle Frankie's stomach and lap, whipped cream still in hand. "Good, because I like your ass too, Fish." His voice drops lower, sultry and suggestive. "So, are you gonna let me feed you whipped cream?"

Frankie felt much better, grabbing that ass of Santi's that he loves so much and matching the energy, "I'll feed you some cream"

"Fucking idioto" Santi grumbles before his lips crashed into Frankie's, devouring him in a kiss, licking into his mouth like there was already something to eat. He raised the whiped cream can, taking it to Frank's mouth and spraying it until the white overflowed his mouth, dribbling out the sides and down chin. When he went back to sloppy making out, the impact to his face caused whipped cream to go everywhere, their tongues finding each other in the cloud of white while Santiago ground his hips against the swelling length in his grey sweats. Santi felt Frankie's fat stomach roll against his, running his hands over every bit of flab he could get his hands on.

Santiago absolutly adored how his boyfriend looked, drinking in his body every time he stepped out of the shower, how big he was, how thick fucking everywhere. He loved how, when Frank topped him, he could feel his other half's stomach on his lower back and ass, how he could hear the slap of skin to skin other than from thigh to ass. He loved sucking him off and bobbing up to kiss the low-hanging tummy. He loved hugging him and the way his finger tips barely touched. He loved him so goddamn much.

As soon as Frank's shirt was off, whipped cream was on his chest. Santiago lapped all over him, swirling his tongue around his nipples while palming the erection. He'd never heard Frankie so... Loud. Frank maybe be neutral about his body, may be unaccfected and comfortable now that he was certain that Santiago was more than still attracted...

But as Franks moans grew louder, his cock twitching in Santi's right hand while the left cupped his pudgy face... His goal was to make Frankie love the body he was in.

HAPPY ONE YEAR B DAY BEEF!!! I LOVE YOU!!

Hope you enjoy my gay shit!!!!

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[preciouslittletoonette]

Overworked Mascots (Mickey Mouse x Bugs Bunny)

I do not own any of these characters that appear here. They all belong to their respective studios. Enjoy!

This is inspired by the lovely art of one @thesunpapaya (sorry if you don't like being tagged, I remembered you saying you'd read fics from this ship so I figured it'd be safe to tag you). Particularly this piece and these pieces.

Get ready

Eat, Rehearse, Film, Press Conference, Film, Eat, Sleep.

Mickey was so tired.

Eat, Rehearse, Film, Press Conference, Film, Eat, Sleep

Yet tired didn't feel like the right word.

Go to this gala, go to that event, film some more, sleep.

But a weight unlike any other pulled him down.

Go out for lunch date with Minnie for the press. Film. Go to Dinner date with Minnie. Don't let people know something is wrong. Sleep. But not with her, to maintain your image. For the children, Mickey.

"Mickey Mouse! Is it true you and Minnie are broken up?! Any words regarding the rumors of Minnie Mouse's affair with her costar Daisy Duck?!"

"Haha! I don't know where this is all coming from. Minnie and Daisy are just swell pals. And me and Min are as right as rain. Happier than ever" Not.

Eat, Rehearse, Film, Meetings, Film, Eat, Sleep.

He took a long puff from the cigar between his finger tips, letting the smoke choke him before releasing it with a slow blow. He licked his lips to rid the dryness he felt on them.

Remember you're Mickey Mouse.

There wasn't a day in his life where he didn't forget it. Everyone made sure to remind him.

Remember we own you.

There wasn't a day in his life where he didn't wish he was elsewhere.

Keep up appearances. Stick to the script.

Don't ruin the magic, Mickey.

The magic for him had been ruined a long time ago.

"Are they gone?", Mickey asked tiredly. His ears could still make out the yelling outside but it got fainter and fainter.

The human in the room with him squeaked as he acknowledged him. A rather mousey (hehe) young man Mickey had taken a liking to and hired to be his P.A. The practical boy was efficient and quick, much more so than his previous personal assistant. Sure, the young man had to be quickly trained in the ins and outs of toons but he caught on quick, something Mickey liked. And the best part:

The boy took Mickey's secrets and kept it like they were his very own. Mickey appreciated that.

The young man peeked out and addressed one of the guards outside. There was some talk Mickey wasn't in the mood to listen into before his assistant came back in.

"They got rid of most of the paparazzi. There might still be some stragglers but most of them will be outside of the building. Security is keeping an eye on all entrances. Only toons, residents and employees are allowed into the building and onto this floor", his assistant informed him.

Mickey nodded," Thank you, Connor. You're an angel", he said with a small smile.

Connor beamed," It's a pleasure, Mr Mouse", he said happily before his eyes went down to the empty scotch glass on the table next to Mickey," Would you like a refill?".

"Please", Mickey said holding up the glass for Connor to take," Dad knows I need it before Iger comes to scream at me again for my sloppy performance".

"The performance wasn't that bad-"

"I forgot several lines and had to ad-lib my way to a line I do remember. I even hesitated a few times"

"Actors improvise all the time!"

"Not. Disney toon actors", Mickey grumbled," We have to stick to the script. Stay within the line. Conform. Or else", he said. It was almost like a mantra at this point, something that had to be ingrained into Mickey's head as if he had been forced to write it on a chalk board 100 000 times.

Don't ruin the magic, Mickey.

Connor sighed," Bullshit, its all bullshit", he mumbled as he flipped through Mickey's schedule.

It truly was. And it was the reality of Mickey's life.

"So what's next on today's agenda?", Mickey asked, sitting up a little and trying (and failing quite frankly) to appear his normal, happy self (if his normal happy self had a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch on the other).

"You're expected back at Disneyland for the nighttime parade. Photos will be taken. Iger asks you be a little bit more affectionate with Minnie this time as visitors noted you were a little distant your last appearance. Again, nothing spicy. You made a lot of parents uncomfortable with that kiss you pulled a few months ago, the memory is still fresh", Connor said, walking up and down as he gave Mickey the run down on what needed to happen.

"Be affectionate but don't be affectionate. Got it", Mickey said as he downed his glass of scotch in one go.

"Still so freaky you can just... swallow all that and not even get the least bit tipsy", Connor said looking mildly intrigued.

"Eh, toons have made stronger stuff in the past and lived", Mickey said as he set the glass down," Anything else?"

"That's about it. You're free for the time being, like 3-ish hours", Connor said," If you'd like, I can have an impromptu meal arranged for you and Mrs Mouse in a public place for the time being. Mr Iger requests you spend more time together".

Mickey held up a hand and shook his head," No, no. I'd... I'd rather not meet with Minnie today. She's got her own stress to deal with", he said.

"Of course, Mr Mouse"

Mickey sighed. The end of his cigar came and he put the last butt of it out before grabbing another. If there was one thing Mickey had in common with his dad, it was the awful smoking habits. But smoking took his mind off things. Things that would otherwise stress him out.

Like the situation between him and Minnie. The less he thought about the situation between him and Minnie, the better his mood will be.

"Connor, be a dear. Fill up, would you?", Mickey asked politely and his PA followed his request with little complaint.

"At least, now you'll get a tiny break from it all", Connor piped up. The young human paused as something in his ear piece went off," Excuse me, sir. There's something I need to check on".

Mickey waved him off and continued his smoking and drinking, deep in thought with a foul expression on his face. He leaned back into his chair and took a long drag of his cigar, wondering how his life had come to this.

He was meant to be perfect. Practically in every way. The Ideal Toon. The one all Disney toons are encouraged to follow. The board spent many, many years, even dating back to when his Dad was still alive, crafting this image of his. This child (or rather: stern parent) friendly image that was more shallow than a dried up puddle in the summer. It had worked for the most part. Most folks assumed Mickey was devoid of personality, a puppet of Disney. Just The Mascot.

"I've been scrubbed clean, now left in pain with my skin so raw from this abuse."

This scandal was very close to that image cracking. Extremely close. So close in fact, he had gotten screamed at by several people. Including Bob Iger, who he knows is ready to tear into him again in person eventually once the paparazzi cleared somewhat. Adding in his disaster of a performance during a live show, Mickey would bet Iger would be screaming at him for a straight hour.

Mickey would let him. Because Mickey was so tired. Too tired to fight.

He heard the door of his study open and Connor stepped back inside again.

"Sir- Mr. Mouse?"

"What is it, Connor? I'd rather be alone for a moment-"

"You have a visitor, Mr Mouse…", Connor said.

Mickey's eyes met the doorway and he finds what he thought to be the most beautiful toon in all the Animation Industries standing there, gazing at him with an almost demure smile. Mickey's tired eyes met theirs and it seemed like he was in a trance. His face grew warm at the sight of the white, figure hugging dressed that showed off an hourglass figure. His eyes wandered to the ruby red lips and he swallowed the lump in his throat. On his finger, his wedding ring burned him.

"I sincerely hope I'm not intruding, Mr Mouse", the toon said demurely.

It took all of Mickey's acting skill to school his face and make sure he didn't "wolf out" for lack of better words in front of his personal assistant who was still there watching.

"Of course not", Mickey said in faux calmness, "Do come in, ma'am. Connor, can you leave us for a moment?".

Connor did as he was told, but not without his eyes flickering between Mickey and the toon with the same energy as a nosy neighbour finding out something scandalous.

Mickey swore his personal assistant will be the death of him…

…If this gorgeous piece of art before him didn't kill him first.

The toon in question sauntered towards him, hips swaying in ways that were borderline provocative (Mickey could hear the Censor monkeys at Disney screaming). They didn't immediately reach him however, instead taking a turn to take from the nearby bourbon and pour themselves a pint.

Mickey stared, trying to find his voice under the collection of saliva no doubt building up in his mouth. Eventually, he found it.

"Were you waiting long?", he asked quietly, not wanting to break the intense air that surrounded them. He felt warmer than usual.

An airy chuckle fluttered through the atmosphere of Mickey's study.

"Oh, don't you worry too much about that, honey. I kept my li'l head occupied just fine", the toon said. Their accent was clearly forced in a toon way, accurate but still clear it wasn't their natural voice. They smiled at him a beautiful buck-toothed smile.

"You didn't have trouble getting in?", Mickey asked.

"Cute fella got me in through the side door"

Mickey sighed, leaning back into his seat again with closed eyes. He felt the emotional exhaustion of the day catch up with him and he tried to relax. His ears perked up hearing footsteps, assuming the toon was about to take a seat nearby. Only to feel the weight of a body come sit on his lap. His eyes flew open.

Oh gosh

"Hope you don't mind if I take a seat here. You looked very comfortable", the toon cooed, buck teeth disappearing as their mouth made a perfect 'o' shape.

Mickey's heart raced and was about ready to run out of his chest. His body grew hotter.

He felt the white fur shawl pull over him and bring him closer. As he got closer, he could the sweet, fruity perfume his cigar smoke had been hiding. A gloved hand came to caress his cheek with uncharacteristic tenderness.

" You look tired, doc"

Mickey's breath hitched as he felt furry lips brush against his cheek. Whiskers tickled him.

"Bugs…", he whined.

"Mickey", the bunny in question chuckled as he teased the mouse he had trapped under him.

Mickey swallowed the building drool his mouth had accumulated.

"I have somewhere to be in 3 hours", Mickey warned as Bugs leaned into him.

"Is that so?", by that tone, Mickey could tell Bugs was not taking that warning seriously," What if you were just a wee, tad bit… late?", he said, tugging on the Mouse's tie.

For a moment, Mickey entertained the idea.

"As much as I want to… I'm in hot water enough as is today", Mickey murmured. He put his dead cigar in the ashtray.

"Should I leave then?", Bugs asked, moving to get up, but stopped when he felt Mickey's arms snake around him and keep him in place.

"Stay", it was as much a demand as it was a plead.

Bugs grinned and made himself comfortable again. As he did that, Mickey hid his face in Bugs' neck, inhaling that sweet perfume.

"This perfume… with this dress. Are you trying to kill me", Mickey whined, causing Bugs to snicker.

"Depends. Do I get a portion of your money in the will?", Bugs asked cheekily.

"No"

"Aw", Bugs pouted as he took his glass of bourbon and had a sip," And here I was hoping I was going to get something special".

"The only special thing you're gonna get if Disney finds out you're in my will is an investigation", Mickey grumbled as he tugged Bugs closer.

"Ah yes. I'm sure Mr. Iger would be very amused by those pictures you have of me", Bugs teased.

Mickey groaned," Ugh, don't bring him up…", if he could, he'd hide in Bugs' neck for the rest of eternity.

Mickey couldn't see it, but Bugs' face grew the slightest bit soft and sympathetic.

"Rougher day today?", Bugs probed.

"Yeah…", Mickey muttered.

Bugs hummed and shifted his position to comfortably lay against Mickey. This did involve Mickey moving his head away from Bugs' neck so Bugs could sink a little lower. Their faces came quite close together as a result.

Mickey gazed at Bugs and moved his hand to cup the furry cheek of his rabbit lover, stroking the soft white fur of his muzzle. He could feel Bugs stiffen for a moment under his touch before relaxing.

"Why’d you get all dolled up today?", Mickey asked.

"Can't a rabbit try to look pretty once in a while", Bugs wrly replied.

"You always look pretty. You're the prettiest toon I know", Mickey said earnestly.

Mickey could tell for the tiniest millisecond, Bugs was stumped. But that quickly fell as Bugs grinned at him, lashes fluttering flirtatiously.

"Am I as funny as I am pretty?", he asked jokingly.

"Twice as", Mickey responded with a grin.

"Do I make you laugh?", Bugs asked, pulling on Mickey's tie and leaning in.

Mickey gave him a small peck on the cheek," You knock my socks right off, doll", he said sweetly as he reached for his glass, having not drank a drop since Bugs entered.

Bugs subtly preened under the compliment and Mickey smiled fondly behind his glass.

"That still doesn't answer my question though", Mickey continued.

"What if… I don't want to answer it", Bugs replied.

Mickey hummed, his thumb brushing over the area under Bugs' eye, feeling that area felt a little off. Like it was more freshly painted. To hide something.

"Rougher day, today?", Mickey inquired softly, repeating the question Bugs had asked him earlier.

It was a quick shift of his gaze and the way Bugs started subconsciously biting the glass that clued Mickey in on his mental state.

Bugs Bunny was not great with feelings. Mickey spent years learning all of his tics so that he didn’t neglect the rabbit's feelings. Mickey won't lie, it was hard as Bugs was an incredible actor (almost to his detriment), but learning what all the little movements and nervous tics meant was entirely worth it to Mickey if it meant this radiant rabbit found it worth it to stick around a little longer.

That's why Mickey didn't speak much further on that. Instead, he pulled from his vest pocket a pack of cigarettes, slipping one put for Bugs to take. Bugs slowly took it and placed it in his mouth. Mickey provided a lighter as well and held it to Bugs' cigarette.

This action evoked a memory in Mickey. Something that happened years ago, but that Mickey could remember like it was yesterday.

It was one of those film parties that got held after a successful movie. Who framed Roger Rabbit had been a massive success and the entire cast had been invited.

Mickey sat on the rooftop, that night, feeling like absolute dirt despite the happy festivities. A cigarette hung loosely on his lips as he stared out at the lights of city.

One moment, he was alone. The next he had his temporary co-star next to him. Bugs Bunny, looking right as rain to the unaware populace.

Mickey had offered Bugs a cigarette on the promise he told no one about Mickey's awful habit. Bugs laughed, agreed to it and took the cigarette.

Mickey watched for a few rather pitiful seconds as Bugs struggled to get his lighter to work before showing mercy and lighting his own lighter, hovering it within Bugs' gaze with the silent offer of lighting it for him.

The action made Bugs pause long enough for Mickey to notice the hesitation. But he didn't have time to dwell on that as Bugs placed the cig near the lighter.

"What a gentleman", Bugs cooed before giving Mickey one of those zany kisses crazier toons did before running away.

The action stumped Mickey so much he almost dropped his cigarette. His expression must have been funny, because Bugs started to laugh. And really laugh.

Given that those sort of kisses never had any meaning behind them, Mickey should've just forgotten about it and moved on. But he didn't, the kiss and Bugs' charming, captivating laugh stayed with him that entire night.

They talked more. Mickey tried his damndest to be normal in front of the Looney hare but it was getting hard with every laugh he miraculously managed to pull from Bugs.

At some point, they were playing a strange game of keep away. Bugs had snatched the last cigarette Mickey had wanted and played a game out of it. Mickey had to get it back from him.

One thing led to another. A push, a body hitting the wall. Mickey trying his hardest to keep Bugs from escaping. A small, innocuous slip. Mickey falling into Bugs by accident. Their lips meeting in a tremendous smash.

Neither of them moved for a sharp minute before Mickey finally willed his body to move. Apologies came out like rapid fire from Mickey who fervently checked if Bugs was okay and continuously apologised for his large overstep of a boundary. Bugs himself was quiet as he watched Mickey rapidly apologise, his body frozen against the wall.

When Mickey tried to leave, he felt a trembling hand on his back keep him in place. His eyes widened, looking up at Bugs in the darkness. You could just barely make out the dark blush on Bugs' face.

"Stay", it was as much a demand… as it was a plead. But Bugs still removed his hand from Mickey's back, giving the mouse the option to run away and not look back. The option to forget.

Mickey stayed.

Both of them moved in tandem for the first real kiss. And the second kiss, the third kiss and the kiss after that and the many other kisses after that. The moment they truly separated was when Bugs heard someone approaching the roof. Mickey looked at their dishevelled, almost undressed states, frozen and worried about being caught. Had Bugs not picked him up and hid, they would have surely been caught.

And perhaps, that was what made that situation all the more enticing. The adrenaline of almost being caught. The danger of it all. The kiss after that had occurred was one of relief but also of one with the prime knowledge that if they were ever caught, they would be done for.

That seemed to be all the encouragement both of them, a sad pair of disgruntled, overworked mascots, needed to pursue this further.

"Penny for your thoughts, doc", Bugs inquired, flipping a penny in Mickey's direction, that the mouse flawlessly caught as he was brought back to the present.

"Just thinking on some old memories", Mickey said softly," About that night", he elaborated.

"Ah", was all Bugs said.

Mickey gazed at Bugs. Bugs gazed back. Mickey gently took Bugs' free hand and left a kiss on it.

"I know I said earlier that you look pretty everyday- that wasn't a lie, but golly, you look really stunning today, doll", Mickey murmured softly as he laced their fingers together.

Bugs chuckled, his white fur turning the slightest bit pink at the compliment.

"Well, I do remember you saying this was your favourite dress of mine. Thought you'd love to see it again", Bugs explained coyly," Tell me, who do you think wore this style better. Who do you like it more on. Me, Marilyn or Madonna?"

Mickey chuckled," You wore it better, of course", he answered sincerely. He leaned down and murmured in Bugs' ear," Though, being honest, I always liked it best on my bedroom floor".

Mickey pulled back and watched with amusement at the flustered steam leaving Bugs' ears before the rabbit burst out laughing. He sighed, absolutely besotted with Bugs and his charming laugh that never failed to captivate him. Mickey spied a little floating heart popping close to his head.

"The Censor monkeys are gonna have your hide for that, Mick", Bugs cackled.

"So long as I got you to laugh", Mickey said grinning.

Bugs chuckled as he cupped Mickey's face.

Mickey relaxed at Bugs' touch, leaning in until their noses touched.

"I wish I didn't have places to be", Mickey murmured," I wish I didn't have all this work I need to".

"Same here….", Bugs whispered as he wrapped his arms around Mickey's neck.

But they were both there right now. And they'll take that little spark they needed to keep going.

Their lips met in what began as a soft kiss that dived into something more desperate, passionate and deep. Time was less of a worry when you were with someone who made you feel like the world stopped and you were the only other there. Track of time was lost. So later, the knock on the door felt like a bitter awakening from a good dream.

"Mr. Mouse?", the door handled jiggled.

"Wait outside, Connor!", Mickey squeaked as he thought of his half-dressed state. .

"Mr. Mouse, the car is here", Connor announced through the door.

Mickey inwardly cursed and sighed. He felt hands squeeze his arms and he looked down at Bugs who gave him a tight smile.

"I don't want to go", Mickey murmured.

"I don't want you to go", Bugs whispered back.

But as mascots, the wants of their owners always came before their own. Mickey had to leave.

"Will you still be here when I get back?", Mickey asked, a little frightened of Bugs' answer.

"I'll stay so long as you come back", Bugs said earnestly, giving Mickey a peck on the cheek before getting off of him.

Mickey smiled softly, grabbing Bugs' hand to leave a kiss on it before making himself presentable.

"As handsome as ever", Bugs quipped as Mickey finished checking and tidying himself.

Mickey chuckled at the quip, turning to Bugs with a short wink as he walked towards the door.

"Wish me luck", Mickey said cheerfully.

Bugs looked outside at the late afternoon sky," Oh Evening Star above, I wish this maroon some luck", he drawled.

Mickey laughed at the little joke.

"Thanks Bugs. I'll see you later" I love you.

Mickey never openly said those three special words before. Neither has Bugs. Though, always unsaid, the two just had an instinctive feeling they knew what their true feelings for the other were.

"See you later, Mick", Bugs said before Mickey left his study.

Mickey sighed, already missing Bugs' warmth as he walked towards the building's elevator where Connor dutifully stood.

"Ready to go, boss man?", Connor questioned.

"Yeah, let's get this over with", Mickey muttered as the elevator doors closed and began it's descent downwards.

Mickey was not looking forward to what was sure to be another dull parade of him standing and waving. But he found solace in that he'll have someone special waiting for him to arrive home.

And Mickey yearned for the day where he could finally have that sort of thing every day. With no worries for either of them.

Until then, he's willing to endure being Disney's well-behaved mascot just a little while longer.

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GLOOZE

(Chapter: 4)

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I really love making these its so fun to write these characters even if im bad at writing :3

I can't wait for chapter five!!!

(Also plz leave comments it makes me happy)

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The Boy stormed out of Able's office after a long and boring lecture about "proper classroom etiquette" and "Treating others how you want to be treated" So stupid... He's definitely never going back to school again

Enock: Hi...

Enock was timidly waiting for The Boy outside

The Boy: What?

Enock: Umm... I- um.. I wanted to- umm...

The Boy: Ugh, Spit it out man!

Enock: Umm.... I thought you were really funny... and... I wanted to give you something...

Enock nervously, he gives him a folded piece of paper, The Boy rolled his eye and grabbed the paper from him

He unfolded the paper and saw a drawing in crayon of him with small angel wings and a halo, it was simple and scratchly drawn in green pen, the drawing itself looked a bit strange, the eye was drawn in a realistically oval shape contrasted to the boy's cartoony circled shaped one, He gazed at the image, examining every doodle surrounding the Strange depiction of the Boy, He could feel his Eye start to water

He started tearing up

Enock: I-I did I do something wrong?? Is it the Artstyle??

The Boy: No... its fine... thanks dude...

Enock: do... do you... wanna play?

The Boy: Uh... sure!

Later, Enock took the boy to a long hall in the circus, unlike the Brightly colored circus, it was cute and pastel, calming yet fun, Doors where placed along side of the pastel walls each having the face and name of the pals on them, on the end of the hallway, right was a Orange colored door in a wacky shape, Enock's picture and Name on it as well as stickers and glitter plastered all over it

Enock: dishes myoom!! I decorated it with pretty stuff! Cool right? Qwerty said it was childish but my mom and dad really likes it!!

The Boy: Wah- Huh- um cool

Enock opened the door and led The Boy inside

It was a spacious room with striped walls and decorated with Drawings, photos and random decor, plushies and toys were everywhere, a small doghouse was sitting against a wall with balloon dog (giraffe?) Was sleeping peacefully, in the corner was a small twin sized bed ridden with plushies and colorful pillows, opposite to the door he entered was a out of place fancy looking door with stickers spread across it to make it blend in more, it was probably just a closet or something

The Boy was utterly entranced by the room like it was a world forged from his wildest dreams

The Boy: sick room dude!!

Enock: really? Forgor to clean it today

Enock: Hey! You wanna see something cool?? I always wanted to show it to someone

The Boy: Okay, hit it

He sit down on the floor

Enock: Okay, here it goes...

Immediately, Enock's body started to morph, he rapidly grew five new pairs of arms and legs, his torso split and his head went into the new cavity, he started levitating in the air

Enock: Guess wha I am!!

The Boy was equal parts gobsmacked and terrified, and a bit impressed

Enock: look Ima Sunshine!!

The Boy: Cool!!

Enock remorphed into his original form

Enock: Really? Everyone says its creepy

The Boy: Its totally awesome man!! What else can you do?

Enock: well... I can do this!!

Enock in Qwerty's voice: My Name is Qwerty and I'm reaaaallly boring and I talk in a boring voice like thiiiissssss

The Boy laughed, And Enock made alot of random cartoon noise in response

The Boy: thats so awesome!!! I bet you can pull a @#$% ton of pranks with that!

Enock: Nah, well, sumtimes, but I usually just make music!

The Boy: You make music too?! What do you sing about?

Enock: usually about things I like, my family, dinosaurs, sometimes death on occasions, food i like, or just random things I like!

The Boy: I always wanted to make music, I can't though, But If I could I would sing about how cool I am! Or maybe about something about dragons

Enock: I love Dragons!! My favorite are the rainbow ones!!

The Boy: I like the Big ones who have GIANT horns and Wings!!!

Enock: Golly! If I had Wings I'd fly just like my dad! And why I could visit Ms. Sun and Moon everyday!!

Enock and The Boy rambled with eachother, topics changing in a second, Enock started flailing his arms and legs and the boy bobbed his head back and forth

Enock: -Ms. Queenie is always in her garden, I like it there! Its really pretty, But she dosent like me in there she says always I step in the flowers, so I have to stare at the flowers from atleast five feet away, Marigolds are my favorite to look at, they're really, really pretty! And its my favorite color!! It also a symbolism of Death! I like death! He sure seems Lika swell guy!! He has a skull for a head lika cally-vara!! I've never had a cally-vara before, My mommy says all that sugar isn't good for me, But I really, really want to! She says I havta eat more veggies, but I don't like veggies at all! There gross, slimy, and green... Oh sorry! I didn't it like that!-

The Boy: No I totally get it! I hate veggies! They're totally gross, And I love gross things! Like, mud and swamps and green moldy cheese and bugs and barf and other stuff! But I don't like Adults, they don't like gross stuff and yell at me when I do things, I hate them!

Enock: I like some adults actually, Like momma and papa and miss sun and moon and miss Ragatha and Miss Gangle and mister miss Zooble and Mister Kinger and Queenie, I don't like Mister Jax though, He's mean to me, each is way I think Patchricia is mean to me, I'm happy my parents are nice, they're the best! My dad is super cool and Can make anything and my mom is super smart! I'm happy I have them And not other Adults, well Ms. Moon and Sun could be my parents, Miss Moon already Likes my mom and Dad and- Hey, Are you Okay?

The Boy was silent, he stopped bobbing his head and had a uncomfortable expression, they just stared at eachother awkwardly for a bit

Enock: Did... Did I ruin it?

The Boy was Still silent and looking at the ground, Enock could sense he was upset, he tired to think of something to cheer him up, and then he got a idea

Enock: Yanna see my house?? Its really cool and fun!!

The Boy: Isn't the Circus You're house?

Enock: No, nota Circus, My dad's manor!

Enock unzips one of his plushies and Grabs a key inside of it, he Goes up to the door opposite from the door they entered and unlocks it

The Boy rolled his eye Enock and the Boy stepped out of His room, Enock took his hand and guided him through the dark halls illuminated by candles sparked with crimson flames

The Boy: Oh Great, I great see your boring bourgeois house

The Boys Jaw drops when he steps out of the halls and sees a long hall draped in vibrant red, long marble pillers accented with gold stretched to ceiling, the ceiling was covered with an artistic mural of the heavens, diamond chandeliers hanged down like willow branches, Sunshine shined through the tallest stained glass windows he had ever seen, a long red velvet carpet spread out before the two childern rolling out farther than the boy could see, it looked like he stepped out of the mortal plane and into some kind of Valhalla

Enock: see? Its pretty isn't it?? This is only wonuva halls though, the actual rooms are much cooler

The Boy was silent, Astonished and completely overwhelmed by the sublime halls of the manor, Enock poked him to get a response

Enock: 大丈夫?

The Boy snapped out of his daze

The Boy: Wah- Huh- Uh.. I mean yeah its cool or whatever I guess...

The Boy tried to keep a cool and uninterested demeanor but Enock could sense he was impressed

Enock: Heyawunna seemy favorite places?

The Boy nodded his head and Enock Eagerly tugged him through the hall, Enock turned left and entered a twisted hall, it looked like it was melted and refrozen again, Enock stopped at a abstract door

Enock stepped aside urging The Boy to Open the door, The boy rolled his eye and pushed the door open, Enock then shoved him into the room

The Boy: Hey!-

Inside of falling on his face like he thought he would, he floated in the air like he was in outer space, floating furniture was scattered across the room, Enock jumped in to join the slimy boy

Enock: Dishestha Gravy Room!!

The Boy: Woah!- uh, Don't you mean Gravity?

The Boy awkwardly turned his body to face him, his jelly body hard to move in zero gravity, Enock Pushed away a full gravy boat the was floating towards him

Enock: Uhh yeah!

Enock: I like this room alot, Its really fun to pretend your flying or in space, I useto bring Qwerty in here, but they don't like it very much, But now you can play with me!! Tag!!

Enock poked his eye and flung himself from a floating table

The Boy: Hey!!

The Boy thrusted himself foward towards Enock, propelling himself like a fish in the water, Enock pushed himself against the wall dodging The Boys attempt to Tag him, they continued to play with eachother, Jumping from Floating furniture and bouncing off walls, after a while, They exited the Gravity room so they could explore more of the manor

Enock: C'mon!! I wanna show you more!!

They sprinted across the mansion, sliding down spiral stair railings and swinging from from antique chandeliers like a Jungle gym, they jumped from room to room, exploring the wacky wonders of the palace, They snacked on the walls and furniture in the candy room, explored in the Giant room, playing with the giant toys, and running from a giant soccer ball rolling towards them, bounced through the bouncey room and walked through an aquarium tunnel that was big enough to fit a blue whale, They Boy was especially estatic at seeing all the Different kinds of sharks

Enock: C'mon Greenie!! I haven't showed you the Safari Room Yet!!

The Boy: Im Coming Man! I'm still getting used to my Body!

The Two boys were running through the halls, Enock zipped past the rooms, The Boy barely being able to keep up with him with his gelatinous form, The Boy reached a fork in the road between two entrances, The right entrance emitted a soft glow, Curiously, he went right

He entered a large foyer, its colors where split down the middle, on the Side The Boy was on was bright warm red and on the opposite side in front of him was a soft blue manor, he slowly squirmed his way to the boy side

Enock: STOP!!! そこへ行かないで!!

Enock grabbed The boy and placed him on the red side of the manor

Enock: where not allowed to go on that side! My Uncle is kinda weird about his part of the house, Its boring there anyway so I don't like going there anyways, Qwertys allowed on my dads side because My dad is alot more fun than my Uncle, and also I think that My dad likes Qwerty more than My Uncle likes me, Momma says I'm being silly and that he loves me but I'm not really sure because he never wants to play with me and looks at me funny when I talk and-

Enock turned to see the boy staring up at the giant family painting placed between the red and blue side, He had a strange strange expression that Enock couldn't really identify

Enock: Hey... you al'ght?

The Boy: Im Fine....

Enock: No you're not, I can tell you're sad-

The Boy: I said Im FINE!!

Enock jumped back at the Boy's yelling, The Boy looked back at the Ground awkwardly, Enock could tell he was upset, he hated when his friends were sad, he had do to something, anything but stay here where he was upset

Enock: You... You Wanna go Play with The other Pals?

The Boy: ......

in the grounds the Pals are hanging out and play with eachother, Patchricia and Niku are playing tic-tac-toe together, Princessa and Princely are identifying bugs with eachother and was quietly Qwerty is reading a book

Patchricia: AH! I win again!

Niku: How do you keep beating me?? Are you playing a trick or something??

Patchricia: Nope, Guess im just naturally skilled!

Enock walked to join them, The boy trailing behind him

Enock: おはようございます、皆さん!!!

All of pals let out a audible groan

Qwerty: Enock, it is 4:05 pm, it is not morning anymore

Enock: I-I knew That!!

Enock twiddled his hands nervously before turning to the boy

Enock: So umm... Whattawanna play?

The Boy: I dunno, I'm done for anything

Enock: OH! OH! Can we play play space cowboys?? I never get to play that game!

The Boy: Uhhh.... Okay, sounds cool

Enock and the Boy were having a pretend standoff, using sticks as Laser pistols

Enock: This Spaceship ain't big enough for the both of us!!

The Boy: oh Yeah?? Well you know is big enough for the spaceship?

Enock: Who??

The Boy: YOUR MOM!!

They Boy let out a war cry and charged towards him, followed by Enock making a High pitched Screech while sprinting towards the boy, The crashed into eachother and thudded on the ground, they got off the ground and chased eachother, giggling while doing so

The Other Pals gave them passing looks, trying to ignore the loud racket the two boys where making

Enock: You're time is up Space Criminal! You can't out run the law!!

The Boy spinned around

The Boy: Well I can Out laser the Law, with this SICK @#$ HELL RAILGUN!

The boy positioned his hands to look like he was holding an invisible gun

Enock: WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! PAUSE, PAUSE! Who know what would be cooler than a pretend railgun??

The Boy cocked his head

Enock: a REAL Railgun! I can manifest it!

The Boy: You can Do that?!

Enock: Yeah!! JusHolon, I neda focus...

Enock took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he held his hands close together leaving a small space between them, The Boy watched as Enock's body strain and jitter

The Boy stared at him confused on what he was doing exactly, His confusion quickly turned to amazement when he saw a low polygon shape glitching into existence forming between his hands

The Boy: Dude!! That is Sick!!

Enock strained his body harder, beads of sweat trickling down his tooth face, he gritted his teeth together forcing all his mind power into his craft, the random pile of polygons glitched and flickered until it took on a rectangular shape, it flashed random colors it and started lighting up like a lantern, Qwerty Looked up from their book

Qwerty: ENOCK!-

In a split, A loud boom erupted throughout the the grounds, The pals were thrown violently, their screams lost amidst the chaos. Debris rained down, scattering in every direction, while dust and smoke stained the air

Slowly, they all got up, racked by the explosion and covered in dirt and smoke

Patchricia: Is everyone okay?..

Niku: ...No...

Enock crawled out of a small crater created by his attempt at creation

Enock: ugh... ....Cheesy rice...

Patchricia: ENOCK!!

Patchricia ran up to Enock, Rage filled her Cotten body

Patchricia: WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ENOCK?! DO YOU REALISE SOMEONE COULD'VE HURT?? OR KILLED??

Enock Shrinked into himself, stroking the tendrils that dangled from his head to calm himself from the shaking panic that spread through his body

Enock: I... I didn't...

His breath hitched, tears welling up in his eyes, Niku waddled up to the Two, limping due to the pieces they lost

Niku: its not his Fault Patchy, He- He didn't know

Patchricia: I KNOW, he never means to mess things up, but he keeps doing things he KNOWS are Stupid!!

Patchricia: Maybe He should pay more Attention to the Real world instead of playing pretend all day and babbling about Skeletons and zombies like a He's a Stupid Baby!!

Tears streamed down Enock's face his voice hitching between sharp breaths

Enock: ...I'm... I'm notta dumb baby...

The Boy reformed his shape form from his compact shape and stood between Enock and Patchricia

The Boy: HEY! HE'S NOTTA DUMB BABY! HE ONLY WANTED TO HAVE FUN!!

Patchricia: Well That FUN Could've killed us!!

The Boy rolled his eye at what seemed to him as hysterical complaining

The Boy: You're Just Jealous that he's Funner, cooler and Awesomer than a Uptight, Bratty, STUPID B#$%@ LIKE YOU!

All the Pals gasped, mouths agaped, Patchricia stomped her foot on the ground and pinned her crinkly ears back, her teeth gritted and snarled at him, The boy was completely unfazed with the angry bunny and continued to stare her down

Qwerty walks inbetween them

Qwerty: Cease this behavior immediately, both of you are acting in an immature manner, Patchricia, your reaction was inappropriate and resulted in Enock becoming upset, When You are aware of his sensitivity to shouting

Patchricia thumped her foot repeatedly before slowing down

Patchricia: Yeah... I guess you're right... sorry...

Patchricia rubbed her arm awkwardly, And Qwerty turned to Face The Boy

Qwerty: I understand you are new and unfamiliar with our procedures, but your behavior was inappropriate, You should not have enabled Patchricia's unprofessional conduct, Additionally, Enock has made a dangerous mistake that he has repeated multiple times and must face appropriate consequences for his-

The Boy: Im not taking rules from a Guy in a PINK TUTU!

Qwerty: My wardrobe is not my choice, Please return to the subject at-

The Boy: Enock didn't do anything wrong! He just wanted to play!! Somthing YOU are Cleary above!

The Boy shoved Qwerty and they fell to the ground

The Boy: You think You're so smart but they're an Stupid kid like the rest of us!

The Boy: You're just trying to compensate for the fact that Enock is a Gazillion times more personality than you do! I mean just because you're an NPC dosent mean you have to act like One!

The boy grabbed Enocks arm

The Boy: C'mon Ennie, we're to cool for these LOSERS

The Boy Took Enock back Inside the circus, Enock was still teary eyed

Enock: No one... no one ever stood up for me like that... Thank you...

Enock Smiled warmly at the Boy, The Boy looked puzzled at Enock's expression, But slimed regardless

The Boy: Uh.. Um.. Thanks, I guess...

The Boy: Do You... Do ya wanna hang out more?-

A Loud warping rang through the Tent, indicating that the portal reopened

Enock: Mama!!

Enock ran off to the main area of the Circus,

The Boy followed and observed the Pals greeting their parents, Hugging them, telling them about their day, he saw Caine lift Enock off the Ground and spun him around Playfully and hugged him tightly

The Boy felt a Sting run through his body as he watched the Pals with there parents, he was overcome with a feeling of bitter resentment For the other kids, Kids, Like they were even kids, they weren't kids, they weren't even people, they were nothing but machines with preprogrammed responses, they didn't have feelings or thoughts, they were nothing but AIs, and to think he made a real friend...

Enock hugged his mother tightly, savoring each second with her

Enock: Oh! Oh! Mommy! Guess what?!

Pomni: what is it Ennie?

Enock: No, You havta guess!

Pomni: You... um... You taught Bananer a new trick?

Enock: Noooooooooooo

Enock Swayed side to side, his eyes glistening with Happiness, Caine floated down to Enock's height, Hanging upside-down

Caine: Well what is it Son?

Enock: I Made a New friend today!! A real friend!! And I wanna him to you!!

Enock Grabbed his mom's arm and dragged to where The Boy was, But he was gone

Caine: Oh! Is this another one of your invisible friends!

Enock: Huh- Wuh- No, he was right here and... Um... Nevermind momma...

In The manor, Pomni was washing the dishes that was generated every evening, Enock was telling his mom about all things he did with his friend

Enock: -And than we walked through the Fishy tunnel thing, He really liked the Sharks! Especially the Big ones with Sharp teeth!

Pomni: Wow, its sounds like you had a alot fun today!

Enock: Yeah, he also says alot of funny things I don get...

Enock: Hey momma?

Pomni: Yes Enock?

Enock: Whats a NPC?

Pomni felt her body freeze

Enock: Mamma? Whats wrong?

Pomni: ...Where did you learn that word?

Enock: My Friend said it to Qwerty today, Whats wrong mommy?

Pomni: NOTHING! N-nothing is wrong! Why would anything be wrong?? Haha!! I- Uh- I need to go talk to your Father

Enock watched as his mother ran off down the halls, He could tell She was lying to him, he could always tell

END OF CHAPTER 4

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

A Dream

Part FIVE of The Soldat and The Flower  :: ONE  ,  TWO  ,  THREE , FOUR

Pairing :: Soldat!Bucky Banres x Petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: Overall sad vibes by the end, Bad Dream, Some Stockholm Syndrome, Slight Possessive Behavior

Word Count ::  1,271

Summary :: The Soldat has an almost perfect little domestic dream

A/N :: Gonna be honest, I meant for this to be a happy little "what if", but... Imma a little sad so- Yeah.

“Heya pal, got any special plans with your girl tonight?” A blond fella asked The Man.

He walked up to him as he knew him, a friendly smile on his face. Even though he didn’t know his name, The Man felt comfortable with The Blond. He was a friend, he was sure of it.

The Man smiled, giving The Blond a small shrug. “Just dinner, like always. What about you…” He trailed off, trying to remember his friend’s name, but he couldn’t. Who is he again? Who…?

Before he could question it any longer, The Blond spoke, “Just gonna take care of my mom tonight. She isn’t feeling too well. I’m thinking about introducing-” HONK “-to her. Hey, my mom also wanted to thank-” HONK “-for that flower arrangement she sent her-” HONK “-has a real talent with those flowers. She’d do great as a florist, don’t ya think-” HONK.

The Man nodded, agreeing quietly while wondering why the cars passing by today were so noisy.

After a short walk with his friend, the minutes blurring into a blob of time thanks to The Blond’s chit-chat, The Man was home.

He walked in greeted first by the scent of lilies, then by the beautiful voice of his flower. “Oh, you’re just in time darling! I just finished up dinner so it’s nice and hot.”

She stepped out of the kitchen wearing a slightly stained apron over a pale yellow dress. She had a large grin on her face, opening her arms up to be hugged by The Man.

After taking off his coat, he made a few long strides to get over to her and lift her up in the air in their embrace. She giggled happily, twirling in the air. When she was finally placed back down, she pulled him down by his tie to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“How was work today, B-” Ding! “-Oh! The cookies are ready,” She rushed back into the kitchen.

“Same old, same old,” He called out, following after her.

Walking into the kitchen, The Man saw a large bowl of spaghetti, cooked greens, and slices of bread on the side all set on the table for their dinner. She pulled out a hot tray of shortbread cookies, placing them on the counter to cool.

The two sat down, beginning to enjoy their meal together as The Lady told him about her day. She tended to her garden, gave the neighbors a bouquet of chrysanthemums as a thank you for a cookbook they had gifted her, and then read stories about Robin Hood.

“What about you, darling?”

He gave her a small look before averting his gaze to his plate. A small knot formed in his stomach when he thought about work. “It was fine. Like I said earlier, same old-”

“Same old,” She sighed. “You always say that about work.”

“Because there’s not much to talk about. You’d be bored by what I do.” He couldn’t quite recall why he didn’t enjoy talking about work, all he knew was that it wasn’t pleasant. He did the sort of job one wouldn’t share in front of polite company, that much he knew.

“I don’t know what you do.”

“Well, you wouldn’t want to because it’s-”

“Boring?” She stood up, walking over to the now-cooled tray of cookies. “Do you keep it a secret because you think I’d call you a monster if I found out?”

“Excuse me?” His brows furrowed, his heartbeat picking up at the thought of her being disgusted by him. “What did you just say?”

She began placing the cookies in a blue cookie jar. “I said, do you keep it a secret because you’re trying to keep Steve out of trouble all day instead of actual work?”

“Oh, yeah…” He thought for a moment. Who the hell is Steve? That name sounds familiar. Isn’t that… Yeah, it is that blond guy. Steve. “You know how Steve can be.” It felt odd saying his name.

With both of them full, The Lady began to clean up the dishes while The Man packed away the leftovers. After they had cleaned up, they headed to the living room to listen to Bing Crosby on the radio. The piano played softly before a deep voice started singing. They sat on the couch together, happy with one another’s company while doing nothing.

The Lady held his hand, fidgeting with his fingers. “Darling, do you love me?”

“That’s a silly question. Of course, I do flower.” He grabbed her chin with his free hand, pulling her attention from their hands to his face. He glanced over her features. The corners of her lips were down, her eyes were glossy. “What’s wrong? Why are you asking this?”

“Well… it’s because you never say my name.”

He was about to protest until he realized she was right. He never said her name because The Soldat didn’t know The Flower’s name. He didn’t even know his own. He didn’t know who he was.

-

The Soldat’s eyes shot open, the sight of a sleeping flower before him. He glanced behind her to see a blank white wall, not a wall covered in blue wallpaper.

In silence, he stared at The Flower, wondering for the first time who they each were before they were brought together. If their lives would have ever intertwined before. If she’d still choose him outside of these four walls.

The thought of them not being together saddened him. His arms tightened around her just a bit, a part of him wanting to make sure this was real.

-

When The Flower woke up, she smiled seeing that The Soldat was still in bed with her. That was until she noticed the depressed expression he had. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, bringing her hand up to his cheek. “Are you going away for a few days again?”

“No. I just realized…” He was hesitant to reveal what caused his anxiety. He was eased by her caressing his cheek, sure that she’d respond positively. “I don’t know your name.”

Her concerned gaze turned neutral, lips turning into a thin line. “...You don’t?” She asked, surprised he had never asked Dr. Kreischer, or had been told already.

The more she thought about it though, he only ever called her “Flower”. At least he had given her some sort of name, she didn’t have one for him.

“Well, I don’t know your name either, so it’s okay if you don’t know mine.” She gave him a sad smile, “In fact, it’s probably best we don’t know each other’s names.” Her eyes began to water, but the tears didn’t stream yet.

His frown grew. “Why?”

She averted her gaze, beginning to twirl some of his hair in her hands. “When I was little, there was a stray cat on my street that my mom and I fed. We couldn’t keep it because our landlord didn’t allow us to have pets. I always wanted to name the cat, but my mom wouldn’t let me. She said if we did, we’d grow attached to it and it would hurt more if the cat stopped showing up one day.” She looked back at him, tears now rolling down. “If we know each other’s names, it’ll hurt more if we’re ever separated.”

He was quick to wipe away her tears. “We won’t be. I promise.”

“And I’m sure you’ll do your best to make sure we’re not, but life is tricky to manipulate.” She sat up, ready to end the conversation and start her daily routine. “Besides, I like being called your flower.”

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Tags:

@ivybarns   ,  @glimmering-darling-dolly  ,  @sergntbarnes​  ,  @vicmc624​ , @cjand10​, @hallecarey1​ , @kitty4860​

[lbctal]

happy justie anniversary!!!!!!!!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU DEAR JUSTIE!!!!!!!! it’s been a hell of a year!! i honestly forgot i scheduled that post, lol.

cue an emotional little ramble…

it probably seems a bit dramatic to celebrate watching a show a year ago but justified is kinda the genesis of who i am now?? (again, EXTREMELY dramatic but i can live w that.) it’s been a crucial time in my life and watching justified has really been a comfort of mine to come back to when i need one. and without it, i would never know about the treasure that is walton goggins!! walton is a constant inspiration to me and i really do still look up to him. it’s not just his looks but his heart and his mind for me. (and god his skill level is unmatched as an actor.) also, without either of those two things, i wouldn’t have known anything about probably my favorite show (also favorite ship and favorite characters) ever… vice principals!! i’ll have to find out when i got into that and make a little date for that anniversary too, lol. dw, i still LOVE justified.

the justified fandom, next to the vps fandom, is probably the best most amazing and supportive fandom i’ve ever been in!! and trust me i’ve been in a TON. you’re all some of the sweetest mutuals ever and i enjoy pretty much every interaction i’ve had. also, you’re all hilarious and ridiculously smart and cool. i have made so many friends along the way, some i still talk to today!! you all know who you are!! 💛💛 even thru all my bullshit, you’ve stuck around and become real pals of mine so thank you guys!! ^^

THANK Y’ALL FOR BEING THE BEST SMALL TOWN FANDOM THAT EVER DID LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤠

[ask-the-rpg-3]

RPG3 FIRST ANNIVERSARY + 500 FOLLOWERS MOD!

It's been a whole year of pushing teens down holes, surviving moss harassment, and surviving actual harassment from a stressful fandom. Despite all the bumps along the road? I'd do it all again.

IT'S THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY! AND THERE'S 500 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME!!! I needed to celebrate somehow, and my pals @chipistrate , @freemonngo , and creatorofyes (i forgot your @ LMAO) HELPED ME BRING THE PROLOGUE TO LIFE! GO PLAY IT!!!

Sappy ramble underneath:

God I. what a year it's been. I hold this stupid comic so close to my heart, even if it's a ridiculous concept to fuel my hyperfixations. There's still so much left to go, WE HAVEN'T EVEN LEFT THE RUINS YET, but I'm so excited to keep going and show you guys all the ideas I have.

I've met so many people this past year, I never knew how important making that Discord server would be. I've met so many awesome people and it's been such a silly goofy time. Your support means the world to me and it's still a weird feeling that people like my art and like my stories, I'm STILL getting used to that. Thank you all for just being here and sending asks and making me laugh and drawing fanart, you've all made my time here so worth while.

I love our little RPG trio, I'm amazed at my art improvement throughout the year, I'm amazed at the blogs growth, and IT'S JUST SOO MUCHHHHH THANK YOU ALL FOREVER!!!!

I feel so happy to know that RPG3 (and me by association) has helped people actually get into some of these games, and that was kind of a hope I had, I think. I got Chip into both Omori and Yume Nikki with this in one fell swoop and that's hilarious to me. I hope to throw in more games that everyone should hyperfixate over, just like me <3

I hope you enjoy this playable version of the prologue, the thing that started it all! Here's to the continuation of RPG3 and hoping that these funny little protagonists can get back home. I hold these guys so close to my heart. I really, really can't wait to show you guys the future plot points, because, not to brag, I think they're REALLY cool. This is more than just a crossover comic.

And a special thank you to @chipistrate for sticking with me throughout this past year. Thank you for being my friend, my infodumpee, my support, my moderator, thank you for helping with this mod, and thank you in advance for whatever happens in the future. You're important to me!

I don't know what else to say,,, expressing emotions is hard yo

I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

[itsscromp]

I was wondering if I could ask for a Ben Reilly with a ftm reader who's insecure about how he looks, because he thinks he looks too feminine? It's okay if not

Ben Reilly/Scarlet Spider X reader platonic

Hey again anon, thank you so much again for another request :D. I will also say this before you start reading, If anything is inaccurate, Please don't hesitate to let me know. but with that out of the way let's do it. Word count:452

Being friends with Ben means he was absolutely nothing but supportive during your transition. Standing up for you when someone wants to put their 2 cents in. Being with you during the hormone replacements. Even celebrated when the bandages came off after your top surgery.

It made you so happy when Ben throughout everything. Making you feel grateful for your friendship with him, and now you felt more like yourself than ever before.

But today wasn't your day, Ben could see you staring into the mirror almost all day. He even narrated his worries.

"Y/n has been staring in the mirror all day, he looks sad and insecure. I'm getting up and going to him."

You looked sad looking at yourself in the mirror, even with everything that has happened, you couldn't help but feel like you still weren't yourself, that you felt a bit feminine than masculine. It made you highly insecure.

Your train of thought was broken when you heard a knock on the door.

"Y/n, it's ben can I come in ??"

He didn't hear anything but until he heard slight shuffling and the door opened.

"Hey ben..."

He entered inside and sat down gently and patted the side of the bed. Asking you to sit down.

"Everything ok pal ??"

You didn't speak up, trying to work out how to describe what you were feeling. But Ben could see tears in your eyes. He wrapped an arm around you and gently rubbed your shoulder supportively.

"What's wrong ??"

"I... I don't feel like me..."

"Why ??"

"Even with everything that happened, the hormones, the top surgery, I still feel feminine"

Ben felt sad for you, having to go through your whole life feeling like you were trapped in another body. Not being you.

"Oh y/n..." Ben wrapped his other arm around you into a tight hug and gently rubbed your back.

"You are amazing just the way you are, Why because your you. I wouldn't want to change who you are for the world. If anyone wants to try and change that, then they'll face me and my biceps" *Flex* "Besides you look amazing y/n, Amazing"

You started to cry, hearing those words you needed to hear. Ben was right, no matter what happens. You were you, Ben loved the real you, the real you was his best friend in the whole spider-verse.

You broke the hug and wiped the tears. "Thanks ben I really needed that buddy."

"Always y/n, Now come on let's go workout those new pecs of yours" He smiled ruffling your head.

You laughed as you two got up and headed to the gym, You were so so grateful for him. Your best friend.

Taglist @callofdudes

[sparklecinnamonbunny]

A Necessary Injury

Wishing a very happy birthday to @thatwritingho's Olive Axworthy today! Here's our gals bein' pals to celebrate! Some jokes in Discord gave me a fun idea for a birthday drabble.

(with the teeniest mentions of @the-loveliest-lotus' Lucy, @procrazedfan's Poppy, and @chordsykat's Caj!)

"Hey, darlin'." Sunday enters the clinic with one hand held up and the other holding a gift bag. "I'd knock, but..."

Dr. Olive Axworthy— mortician, assassin, and Dethklok's doctor/bodyguard— asks, frowning, "What did you do?"

"I uh, I broke a nail. It's bleeding."

The good doctor takes her hand to examine it. "You ripped off your acrylic on purpose, didn't you?"

"You can't prove that," Sunday replies, biting back a smile. "Anyway, I thought I'd swing by, get treatment for this totally legit injury, and drop off one of your birthday presents."

"One of? Sunday, I don't need anything for—"

"You gave me those kickass engraved knuckle bones for my birthday even though you don't believe in osteomancy. I only had a couple weeks notice, but I couldn't settle for anything less than greatness."

She sighs and relents, "Do you want me to open it now?"

"I'd love to see your reaction. How about I wash my hands with antibacterial soap and you unwrap?"

She proceeds to do so, setting the gift bag on the medical cot. Olive murmurs something about it being unnecessary again, but her gaze hasn't left the black and gold bag. As she lathers and repeats, she hears the telltale crinkle of tissue paper.

"Oh, she's gorgeous! Wow! Loooong," Olive coos at the skeleton. It wasn't easy to find a real intact king cobra skeleton, let alone one that met both her and her friend's discerning standards, but the smile on her face makes all the trouble she went to worth it.

"Yeah, it is. I made sure it was ethically sourced, there's some paperwork in the bag, too. I wouldn't give you something you wouldn't feel good about keeping."

"Thanks! I'll find a good place for it in my room. Did you know that king cobras aren't true cobras? They have their own genus, Ophiophagus."

Olive tells fun facts about the snake as she washes up, gets fresh gloves, and puts a tiny bandage on Sunday's fingernail. She's especially enthusiastic about the venom (a potent neurotoxin that could kill in half an hour if untreated), but she wouldn't be Olive if she wasn't. And it's pretty brutal to hear about necrotizing flesh. She should write a song about it before Nathan does. Cobratize? Wait, fuck, he's been writing a song about cobras since their second first date. Damn that talented man.

"Should I expect you to show up with another broken nail and present?" Olive asks, full lips pulled into a wide smile.

Sunday grins back. "Nope. The second gift's more of an experience. Skwisgaar and I maaaay have noticed that you own Smugly Dismissed's full discography. And signed it. We aren't doing a reunion show now or ever, but we thought we could play some songs for you sometime. Not tonight though. Big Pickles has got some, uh, very important plans."

"What's he doing?" She scrambles for her phone, but Sunday puts a hand over hers.

"I really shouldn't say," she starts to protest, but the birthday girl's pleading eyes win out. "It rhymes with uh, passive Georgie."

"Passive... Wait. He's planning a massive—"

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. You've got a line out there, and I promised to meet Caj at the helipad." Sunday grabs two lollipops, pocketing one and unwrapping the other.

"You can't just tell me we're having a massive orgy and split! And what do you mean there's a line?"

"Haven't you noticed you're running out of bandaids?"

As Sunday struts out, Olive looks out the door after her. No fewer than ten people stand in line, each nursing their own wounds, from the probably superficial (Lucy Desmond with a vial of blood and a grin) to the possibly complicated (#4245, Poppy, looking roughed up and delighted). It's looking like a long day and an even longer night. That's okay. She prefers it that way.

[shyvioletcat]

“Goodnight, my love.  Sweet dreams.” For MoA, maybe an Elsie scene 😍

I thought this prompt was so sweet I just wrote a little something for it. Like a little tiny bonus chapter. I’m hoping that it might just get me back into MoA gear for you all. Please enjoy!

~ Made of Ashes Masterlist ~

Today had been hard. 

Aelin was exhausted, bone tired, in every speakable way. Her body, her mind—both were ready to give up on her. Today was one of those days that mother’s talk about, the ones where you just need to sigh heavily and remind yourself that you start about tomorrow and one bad day wasn’t going to define you as a mother. Elspeth had become the embodiment of clingy. She had either been attached to Aelin’s hip of boob, there had been no debate for anything else. It could have been a sleep regression or a growth spurt or a sudden new wave of awareness of the world. Whatever it was, Aelin was struggling to keep her patience, was touched out and desperately needed some space. And more than that  it was times like this, she understood how people talked about motherhood being lonely. You were with someone the entire day, but the conversation wasn’t riveting and it was just a cycle of tasks that were essential for survival. The focus that came with keeping a baby alive and happy tended to block out everything else. Aelin knew that her friends and family were right there. They just weren’t in the thick of it like Aelin was. There were things only she could do for her child and sometimes that just became so isolating, especially when she was doing all of it as a single mum. 

She could only thank the gods that it was bedtime. 

“Elsie, baby, don’t fight it,” Aelin pleaded with her daughter as she wrestled her into her pyjamas. Already bathed and fed this was the final task before Elsie could go in the cot. 

Elsie rolled but it somehow worked in Aelin’s favour and the zip sang all the way up to the collar. Aelin sighed, watching as her daughter lay on her stomach, looking around the room. Unsurprisingly she wasn’t content with that and she dragged herself around in a near perfect circle so that she could face her mother. When her green eyes focused on Aelin sitting cross legged on the floor, Elsie’s face broke into a beaming smile. 

Aelin laughed softly, smiling back. Nine months old and Elspeth was still working very hard to have her mother wrapped around her little finger. As if Aelin hadn’t been that way since the moment she was born.

“Come on, my darling. Let’s get you to bed,” Aelin said, gathering Elsie into her arms and then standing. 

The sleeping bag that Elsie slept in was already laid out on her mattress, so Aelin positioned her on it and zipped that up too. This was where the gamble was going to be—if Aelin would be allowed to leave the room. Some nights Elsie did great, all Aelin had to do was put the music on, pat her back for a while, and she would be happy to settle herself to sleep. With how today went, Aelin knew that wasn’t likely. 

Aelin moved away from the cot to start the speaker and her fate was decided. As soon as her mother was out of her direct eye line Elsie started crying, the persistent kind—the same three notes followed by draw out attention seeking cry over and over again. 

“I’m right here, Elsie. Just hold on. I’m right here,” Aelin called out, pressing play on the old phone that was hooked up to the speaker.

Her voice wasn’t enough, the crying kept up until Aelin was reaching into the crib and holding Elsie to her chest. Hushing joined the symphony of noises in the room until Elsie’s cries and then whimpers quieted, then Aelin’s voice eased off too. She’d been bouncing Elsie to soothe her but she was getting tired after their long day together so Aelin retreated to the comfort of the rocking chair. 

“There we go, how’s this?” Aelin said, looking down at tear glossed eyes. “I’m right here with you. Just you and me.”

Elsie reached up, little hand sweeping across Aelin’s cheek. She turned to kiss that tiny palm, before it dropped to the collar of the shirt Aelin was wearing. They rocked back and forth, the motion matching the rhythm of the music. Aelin hummed along, having heard it countless times in the last nine months. After a while Elsie’s eyes began to close, long slow blinks like she was fighting to stay awake.

“Go on Elsie, you’re tired and it’s time for sleep.” Aelin said softly. “Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.”

“Mmma,” Elsie mumbled, making Aelin smile. “Mama.”

Aelin’s breath caught, her heart flipping. She was sure it was a fluke, and that Elsie had just mumbled off random sounds. She had looked it up, it could be months before Elsie said any real, meaningful words. 

Elsie’s eyes peeked open, watching, waiting. “Mama.”

This was real, what Elsie was saying was real. 

“Yeah, Mama’s here. Mama’s right here,” Aelin’s voice was tight as her emotions started to overwhelm her. 

That reassurance was what Elsie needed and this time when her eyes closed, they stayed that way. Aelin remained in the chair longer than she had to, too absorbed in the moment to let it go just yet. Today had been hard and lonely, but there was a little bright light at the end of it.  Aelin kissed her daughter’s forehead, watched as her eyelids fluttered. When she was sure Elsie wouldn’t wake up if she moved, Aelin eased herself off the chair and laid the baby down in the crib. The transfer was always a stressful time, waiting to see if the jostling woke up the sleeping girl. Aelin literally sighed in relief when Elsie just stirred a little and then laid out with her hands bedside her head. Aelin crept from the room as quietly as she could, slowly pulling the door closed behind her. Freedom at last. 

She headed to the lounge room, picking up her phone she had left on the coffee table. Even though Aelin was exhausted and tired and really should go to bed, this was the time that she had to herself. This was when she could catch up with all the messages she had missed during the days and not feel so lonely as she communicated with adults or just distracted herself with mindless scrolling through social media. 

There were a lot of notifications on her lockscreen, Aelin gave them a quick flick through before unlocking her phone. At the front of her mind was telling the world that Elsie had called her mama. It still made her heart swell. 

Aelin was about to make the sappiest social media post of her life when a new text popped up on her phone. It was from Fenrys, and she tapped right on it. 

>> Hey, is the little princess asleep yet? Haven’t heard from you much today so just wanted to check in. I hear there’s a sleep regression around the corner.

Over the last few months, since Elsie had been a newborn really, Fenrys had become one of Aelin’s closest friends. Out of everyone, he was the most free of obligations and had used a lot of his free time in helping Aelin with whatever she needed. The friendship had been unexpected, but without it Aelin wasn't sure how she would have coped. Fenrys also hadn’t shied away from all the baby things Aelin tended to info dump him with, sometimes he went and did his own research so he could be included in the conversation. And right now Aelin found that he was the one she was most excited to tell about Elsie’s new development. 

<< She is. Today was long and tiring. But you’ll never guess what happened.

Aelin was grinning at her phone waiting for him to take the bait. 

>> What? Find that dress for her you were eyeing off on sale?

<< Even better than that. Elsie called me Mama

Sending the message off made Aelin squeal. This was a peak motherhood moment.

>> WHAT!? That’s amazing. Congratulations Mama!

She sent off her thank you and a GIF of someone bowing, he sent back a crowd of people applauding. 

>> With that out of the way, time to enact my plan. FEN will be next. 

Aelin laughed, feeling far too giddy for the exhaustion running through her body. 

<< Wanna watch a movie with me?

It wasn’t the first time Aelin had asked, they’d been doing this for a while. They’d pick a movie, watch it together from their separate apartments in different parts of the city. 

>> Yeah, sure. You’re pick this time.

Aelin turned on her TV and pulled up Netflix, considering what might be the most entertaining to the both of them. Or rather, what might be fun to make Fenrys suffer through. It was just unfortunate that she couldn’t see his pain in person. And maybe she could do something about that. Not tonight, of course. But… her phone was in her hand before she could reconsider.

<< Hey, what if like, on Saturday or something you come over and we watch a movie together. 

She didn’t know why she’d sent the message, maybe it was the need for adult contact. Fenrys’ reply came quickly

>> I’ll bring dinner. That way I can hear firsthand how smart the little girl of yours is. And enact step one of my master plan. Lorcan is gonna be so pissed.

Aelin laughed, the rivalry between uncles was in fact hilarious. Lorcan was the winning horse thus far, much to Aedion and Fenrys’ disappointment. It was something special to have all these people around her who loved her daughter unconditionally. How could they not? She was adorable. With plans made Aelin felt a bit lighter, Something to look forward to in the next few days kept to the same pattern of today. And hanging out with Fenrys would be fun. She was very much looking forward to it. 

<< Can’t wait.

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