#wonder how much hate I'm going to get for this one

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I was in a car accident yesterday (car took most of the damage, I’m ok other than bruises and sore muscles) and the whole thing has been a whirlwind of insurance and hospital and half asleep crying. I was wondering if I could request James potter x reader for comfort in a situation like that? I’m going through it rn lol hope you’re having a good day :)

Oh I'm sorry lovely! I had a very similar thing happen a little over a year ago, it's sooooo exhausting even when luckily no one is seriously hurt. Thanks for requesting, hope you're having a good/better day too <33

cw: past car accident, no details but talk of general aftermath of police questioning, insurance, etc.

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 799 words

The way James half-jogs up to the automatic doors of the hospital, seeming caught between walking and running, feels like someone is pressing down on the bruise of your chest. You wish you’d called him sooner. 

“James,” you call as he comes in, hating how your voice cuts through the taut quiet of the waiting area. It’s worth it for how his whole self softens when his eyes find you. 

He slows to a fast walk the rest of the way to you, the urgency slowly leaving him—which is appropriate, there is no urgency, everything has happened already—like an engine running out of gas. You stand as he nears, and both of you reach for each other before James hesitates. His hands stop midair, his brow tightening for a moment, before they come tentatively to your elbows.

“Hi,” he says, squeezing. “How bad is it?” 

“For me or the car?” you joke. 

“You.” James is feeling too earnest for joking, it seems. “Well, both of you. But you first.” 

You really thought you’d cry when you saw him. Worried you’d make a whole scene, blubbering and inconsolable, but you don’t seem to have any tears left. It makes sense, you suppose; you’ve cried a lot in the past few hours. First the slow, shaky kind right after getting out of your car, and then a real cry when a police officer had pulled you aside to get your version of events. (It had been embarrassing. She’d been nice about it, though.) Now, you wait for the tears to come, but for all your relief at seeing your boyfriend you feel rather dried up. 

It makes you wish, once again, that you’d called James sooner. You’d wanted to, of course, but you’d been nearly certain you’d be even less capable of holding yourself together if he were there, and there wasn’t much reason for him to be anyways. He was at work and you weren’t terribly hurt, so there was really nothing he could have done while you were talking to the police and the tow company and the paramedics and attempting not to drown in an overwhelm of insurance information. The only thing you really wanted him for was to hold your hand.

“I’m okay,” you say, the necessary preface. “A bit bruised up. My chest got the worst of it.” 

Unconsciously, your hand comes to your sternum as if to demonstrate, gravitating towards the center of the ache. James’ hand follows, seemingly just as thoughtless as it covers your own. He can’t see the bruise, but he makes a low, sad sound anyway. 

His care softens your voice. “They said my neck will probably hurt tomorrow, but it doesn’t yet.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” James sounds really, truly heartbroken for you. “And the rest, it hurts a lot?” 

You shrug. What’s a lot? You know you could’ve had worse, much worse; still, you could do without that frightening soreness that comes with each breath. 

“It’s not too bad,” you say. “I could still hug.” 

It’s the question he’s been dying to ask, clearly. James’ arms are around you in a second, ardent but still gentle, palms pressing to the high and low points of your bag. It’s a good hug. You melt a little against him. 

James tucks his face into the side of your neck, like he’s trying to get as much contact with you as he can. “I wish you’d called me when it happened.” 

“You were at work.” 

“I’d have left work.” 

“There wasn’t anything you could do. I was fine, I just had to…” a little sigh escapes you, exhaustion creeping in now that he’s here “...talk to people. Insurance and all that.” 

James makes a soft, half-agreeing sound. His thumb strokes the base of your neck. “Still. I could have held your hand.” 

A new ache rises in the back of your throat, coming to join the rest. You wind your arms tighter around James. 

After a few, silent moments, he kisses your neck chastely and loosens his hold. “Ready to go home? Anything else you need?” 

You shake your head. “I’m signed out,” you say, so eager you feel like you could float out the doors. You hope you can entice James to lie in bed with you when you get home. You think you’ll sleep until tomorrow. “Let’s go, please.” 

“Alright, you don’t have to say please, sweetheart.” James curls an arm around your shoulders, pressing a smile into your cheek. “We can go. You need one of those wheelchairs for me to take you out to the car?” 

“Ha ha,” you say drily. “No.” 

“Just checking. Think maybe I ought to ask for one, just in case?”

“James. I will take your car home without you in it.” 

“Alright, lovie, I’m coming.”

[clowntiggles]

I'M BACK AND I COME BEARING HEADCANONS

DOEY MY MAN DOEY THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

He is a tickle monster first and foremost. He's giant and a shapeshifter, it's practically hardwired into him.

And he's a caretaker, as if he needed any more coding.

Games of tickle monster are very common in the Safe Haven, and he's honed his beastly performance to a fine art. Even the older toys run in (fake) fear. He takes any chance he gets to play monster, it's as much a distraction for him as it is for them (and he likes being little devious).

SO teasy, terrifyingly teasy. When he's not playing monster, he's baby talking you into an early grave or playing innocent, like he's never even HEARD of tickling before and he has NO IDEA why you're laughing so much and he simply MUST investigate this.

Sprinkles puns in their for good measure. What do you mean they're bad -- you're laughing, clearly you find them hilarious!

Of course, even the mightiest beasts have their own weaknesses.

Since he's a shapeshifter who can bend metal beams with ease, it's safe to say tickling him is a challenge. But no matter how many arms he gives himself, he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, and he can be caught off guard and overwhelmed as much as anyone else.

Ticklish basically everywhere, mostly because his torso is 90% of his body. He doesn't really react much to light touches, but kneading and other such things have him cackling in no time.

It only takes a few rounds of tickle monster for the others in Safe Haven to develop a taste for vengeance. At the end of the day, it doesn't take much planning or coordination to go "everyone get his ass".

It's one of the few situations where his strength is actively detrimental. He can't risk hurting the 30-odd kids and teens viciously attacking him, so he has to stay as still as possible while being tickled half to death.

His immediate reaction is to curl up like a pill bug and tuck all his limbs in, both to protect himself (it doesn't work) and to protect whoever's tickling him from potentially dangerous flailing (this part works, fortunately). However, if he doesn't get his nervous energy out somehow he'll simply explode, so all of it goes to his legs, disrupting his protection ball. His habit of kicking and stomping can betray his ticklishness before something even tickles enough to make him laugh.

His laugh is the silliest collection of sounds ever. It changes cadence wildly the way his regular voice does, oscillating from loopy giggles to belly laughs to rough barks, and unlike his voice he has no control where it chooses to go.

DOES NOT SHUT UP; any time he can talk though his laughter he will be talking, even if all he can get out are muddled words and scraps of sentences. Yet oddly enough he never tells whoever tickles him to stop huh that's so weird I wonder why that is.

Whenever someone tickles him he kind of HAS to let them do it for their own safety, but aside from that little concern he genuinely enjoys it. Protecting the Safe Haven (and being basically the only adult figure in the area) is a stressful, exhausting job. Seeing the kids happy lets him know that his efforts are worth it, and being able to laugh so freely takes his mind off of things, even if only for a few moments.

Final note, does stuff going through his body tickle? Yes and no. It mostly doesn't. Both inside and outside have pretty much the same level of tactile perception because it's all the same material, so when something goes through him he can feel it like he were touching it "normally", and it's generally not a ticklish feeling the way most things you tough aren't ticklish. But because it's the same amount of feeling, it CAN be ticklish.

Stuff inside his body can't move very freely due to the pressure of being surrounded by several hundred pounds of playdough, so it generally isn't enough to make him laugh, but it can be enough to make him squirm and kick and his voice wobble.

The scenario I'm imagining is that the player tries to grab him with he grabpack, only for him to grab it right back by letting the hand sink into his torso. He intends to hold onto it while giving them a scolding about how we do NOT use our grabpack on others, but the player constantly tugging on the cord and making the hand move quickly begins to take the bite out of his voice, much to his chagrin.

[cherryknotsclub]

ON THE RIDE HOME | 𝖓𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍

✘ summary: negan gets a little too jealous when someone stares at you longer than they should, and he won't wait to get home to prove how much you're his.

✘ pairing: sugardaddy!negan smith x fem!sugarbaby!reader

✘ warnings: jealous negan, daddy kink, fingering, semi-public sex, car sex, breast and nipple play, slight impact play, very dubious negan at the end

It's a silent ride from the restaurant back to Negan's place. It's never usually like thism You'd either be chatting about what's been going on in your lives or teasing and toying with each other in preparation for the "cardio" that you always had after a date.

You play with the hem of the mini dress you were wearing—a vintage Chanel piece that Negan had gotten you a few months ago. You wonder if he didn't like your choice of outfit for the night. But he certainly would've made you change instead of looking you up and down with a smirk on his face if he truly didn't approve.

It's definitely a revealing dress with the way it hugs your curves. The skirt just barely covers your ass and the sweetheart neckline shows off your breasts. But then again, most of Negan's gifts have at least one of the two criteria.

"You alright?" You finally ask, unable to contain yourself. You can't stand the deafening silence any longer, and you have no idea what could've possibly set him off. "What's wrong?"

Negan glances at you before returning his eyes on the road. "I'm fine, doll."

"No, you're not," you argue, crossing your arms. "You're being quiet. What is it?"

You can see Negan's grip on the steering wheel tighten as he sighs. "The fucking waiter back in that restaurant."

You raise your eyebrow. "And? What about him?"

"He was staring down at your tits every chance he got." He grunted, eyebrows furrowing. "Every damn time he came over, he was hovering behind you and staring at 'em."

You can't help but smirk. If there was one thing you loved about Negan, it was how so damn possessive he was of you. He loves showing you off and have everyone looking at you, but he absolutely hates it when any of them try to make a move on you.

"Someone's jealous," you teased, poking his shoulder. Leaning over to him, you kiss his cheek and start rubbing his thigh. "I love it when you're jealous."

"Doll, I'm not jealous."

"C'mon, daddy, no need to be grumpy," you whisper in his ear, your hand sliding up his thigh, going higher and higher until it arrives at his crotch.

A low hum leaves Negan's throat as you grab his semi-hard cock through the fabric of his slacks, your fingers wrapped around and palm pressed against his girthy length. Rubbing his cock, you feel it harden and grow under your touch. Licking your lips, you reach for his zipper before he grips your wrist to stop you.

"Not yet, sweetheart. We don't want to get in an accident because my dick's down that pretty throat of yours now, do we?"

You blush as you pull yourself off of him. Too eager to please him, you almost forgot he was driving. You look out the window as the trees and cars pass by your line of view. The car then goes off the road and onto the grass before Negan parks it behind a couple of trees.

"Why are we stopping?" You ask, looking at the array of trees that barely covered the view of the highway, and likely unsuccessful from hiding the parked sports car on the side of the road from the passing drivers' end.

That's when Negan reclines his seat as far as it could before patting his leg. "This is where I'm gonna fuck your brains out, doll."

Your cheeks get hot, both out of being shy and being turned on by the risky situation Negan put the both of you in. Just the thought of having his thick cock stretch out your tight pussy in such a place makes you squirm in your seat. Still, you can't help but ask—

"What if we get caught?"

He chuckles before leaning over to you, his lips pressed to your ear while his hand rubs the inside of your thigh. "Honey, if that happens, I'll just fuck your sweet pussy even harder. I don't care how they do, but everyone's going to find out that you're mine."

He spreads your legs open, forcing your short dress to hike up and reveal the wet spot on your panties. "Look at you, sweetheart, I barely even touched you and you're already ready for me."

Negan presses the pad of his thumb against your clit through the soaked fabric, making you gasp. He pushes your underwear aside, before sticking two of his calloused fingers in your hole, your juices making them slide in easily.

"I saw the way that waiter was lookin' at you. You have no fucking idea how badly I wanted to punch that piece of shit in the face," Negan growls as his fingers pump in and out of your needy pussy, his thumb toying with your sensitive nub. "I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of him and everyone else at that shitty restaurant staring at you, let 'em know you're mine."

Your moans become louder as his fingers work themselves inside of you faster, your back arching as your nails dug into the luxury leather of the passenger seat for support. With your chest pushed out, Negan takes the opportunity to grab the front of your dress and pull it down, your tits spilling out. The cold air from the air conditioning hits your nipples, making them erect.

"I've been starin' at these since I saw you tonight—I fucking loved watching them bounce and jiggle with every move you made." He reveals, squeezing one of your breasts in his free hand. With his thumb and index finger, he rolls your nipple between them, pinching and pulling at the hard nub. "I know those fucks at the restaurant were staring at 'em too. But y'know what, sweetheart? I don't blame them."

Negan's lips latches themselves onto your other breast, tongue flicking and rolling around your nipple. You arch your back further at the sensation, his face pressing against your tits while his greying stubble grazed your soft skin. His fingers continue pumping themselves in and out of your pussy, the squelching sound of his fingers against your folds mixing with your moans and pants. You're getting close to cumming, so close to making a mess from his fingers alone.

Just as waves of pleasure were about to come over you, Negan yanks his fingers out of your pussy and takes his mouth off your tits. You can't help but cry out, legs shaking from how good he was making you feel.

You whine, looking at him with doe eyes and pouty lips, which only made him chuckle as he licks off your juices from his fingers.

"Do you want to cum, doll?"

You nod your head eagerly, desperate to continue what he'd put on hold. Instead of his fingers continuing to work it's way inside you, your non-verbal response only gets you a smack on your inner thigh, making you squeal.

"You better use your words, honey." He says, his hand hovering over your thighs as a warning. "I know I fingered you good, but I doubt it was enough to make you dumb."

"Yes, daddy, I want to cum. Please let me cum," you splutter, lustful desperation laced in every word that left your mouth.

He grins, satisfied with your answer, before taking off his shirt, giving you a view of his stubbly chest and his tattoo-covered muscles. You lick your lips in anticipation as he unzips his pants and pulls out his thick, veiny cock, which is proudly standing upright from how hard it already is.

"Don't think I'm gonna do all the work for you, darling." Negan grunts as he leans back in his seat, tapping on his thigh.

You fully pry off your dress and underwear from your body before eagerly crawling over to his side of the vehicle and straddling his lap. Positioning yourself over his cock, some of your wetness travels down from your folds and directly onto the veiny shaft. Hitching your breath, you start to sink onto his member, letting your needy hole be filled with his length. Moans leave your lips as you're stretched wide open by his girth, eyes almost rolling back at the all-too-familiar feeling of his dick inside of you.

Eventually, you have taken him in until the base, all in one thrust. You stay seated on Negan's lap while his cock was snuggly deep inside you. Biting your bottom lip, you looked up to Negan, who was humming lowly at how tightly you were squeezing him. Even after all this time, he could never get enough of the feeling of your inner walls wrapped around him.

"That's my good girl, taking my cock so well." He grins, reaching behind you to spank your ass, your skin rippling at the contact. "Now, show me how badly you want to cum."

You don't need to be told twice. Your hips start moving, almost as if raising and falling on their own. You start with slow, methodical thrusts, savoring the way his dick filled you up every time you went down on him. But it just isn't enough. You can't control yourself; his cock feels so good inside you. It's not long before you're bouncing up and down his thick length, both of your grunts and moans filling the air inside the vehicle.

You place your hands on his chest to steady yourself, nails almost digging into his skin at how addictive it was having his cock inside you. Negan has you stretched out so good, almost as if his cock was made to stretch and fill your pussy.

"Atta girl, show me how much you want this cock," Negan growls, his calloused hands toying with your bouncing tits. "C'mon baby, be a good fucking girl and cum all over Daddy's cock."

His words are like music to your ears. You pick up the pace, ignoring the burning in your legs from constantly thrusting yourself on his dick. You don't care how tired you were; it feels so goddamn good. Eventually, you lose all sense of rhythm in your thrusts; you're just mindlessly and sloppily riding his cock with one goal in mind.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," Negan grunts, before grabbing your hips and slamming upwards into you.

With the tight grip of hands on your hips, he's forced you to stay put as he fucks your hole. Negan leans forward to latch his lips on your neck, his teeth gnawing at and sinking into your skin. A mixture of moans and cries leave your lips as your legs shake from the sensations he's putting your body through.

The pressure continues to build from the pit of your stomach until you're finally over the edge, euphoria coming over you as your body shakes from your long-desired orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Negan continues to slam his cock inside your quivering pussy, before you feel spurts of his hot cum shoot inside you.

Negan's fingers loosen on your hips—which you're sure will bruise from his grip—and you allow yourself to sink back down on his cock, keeping his seed plugged inside of you. You lean forward, pressing yourself against Negan, who immediately wraps his arms around you as you both come down from the high of your orgasms.

"Daddy, that was amazing," you breathe out, your fingers tracing over the outlines of the tattoos on his sweat-slicked chest.

He chuckles, running his hand through your hair. "You always say that, doll."

Just then, you start seeing red and blue lights and the sound of sirens. You look up and see a police car parked behind, with a uniformed officer stepping out.

You quickly scramble to get off Negan's lap and put your clothes back on, but he grabs you by your waist and slams you back down on his cock. "Not so fast, darling."

"What are you doing?" You squeak, squirming as his vice-like grip forces you to stay put with his dick inside you. "There's a cop coming over!"

Negan just laughs—as if it was incredulous for you to not want to be seen in such a situation.

"Sweetheart, did you think I was joking when I said I wanted everyone to know you're mine?"

[angels-read-fanfiction-too]

okay yes i've been gone for like two months but WHATEVER! JERRY STOKES FANFICTION RN!

Established relationship sickfic!

Warnings: Vomit and swearing

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"Can i come in, please?"

Jerry had told you on Friday that he was going to a friends house for the weekend to perform an impressive 32 hour sci-fi marathon! You weren't going to stop him despite your hope to hang out on Saturday, it sounded fun! Bonding, staying up, fun chats, junk food!

It was not fun.

Jerry now stood at your door at 10pm on a Sunday in a vomit stained t-shirt 5 times too big for him, sickly pale skin littered with bruises, blood and cuts, a defeated look on his gaud face and a hazy look in his eyes that made you worried he would pass out on your doorstep. You almost didn't let him in with how much he reeked of sweat, blood and vomit but you needed to. "Jesus christ, Jerry! Come in, please, i'll get you some water and just sit down!" You quickly ushered him in, giving him your hand which was met with him clinging onto your arm. You didn't mind! Honestly! Okay, maybe a little with his breath of cheezits and stomach acid, but you were happy he felt okay to depend on you like that. He sat down on the staircase, the first thing he could find to rest on, and you rushed off to the kitchen to grab some water. As you did so, Jerry wondered to himself why he even did this... He thought it would be great but now he's humiliated himself in front of his partner. He kinda hated himself right now.

"Here you go, Jer. Drink up and you'll feel better. I'm so sorry i wasn't there, what happened?" Handing him the water, you began to ramble in an almost motherly concern for him that tended to come out frequently due to how often he got himself hurt. A blush covered Jerry's cheeks and ears as he felt how deeply you cared for him. He quickly drank up and let out a belch that made you nervous he'd vomit on your mothers new carpet. "Josh was being a fucking idiot and he made us drink coffee-" His stomach loudly grumbled which just made you more nervous. "Okay it's time to go to my room!" You pulled up his sluggish body from under his armpits like a misbehaving cat and helped him upstairs "I'm really sorry... We didn't mean it to end up like this and my mom and dad would be so mad if i came home like this." Jerry spoke with a horse voice as he clung onto you. You sighed in pity and gave him a kiss on his hair, somehow picking up both blood and Dorito crumbs? No more kisses until he has a shower, it's not worth it. You truly put up a lot with this boy but at least the kiss seemed to help him, putting a gentle smile on his face. He sat down on your bed and immediately gets comfortable in it, even taking one of your stuffed animals into your arms as he closed his eyes. He only muttered, "Im gonna sleep here..." Before immediately conking out. He certainly needed it, he could barely get up the stairs without closing his eyes, yet this was a pretty difficult situation. You hadn't told your mother that he's come over, there's school tomorrow, his parents are probably wondering where he is, but as you see him asleep after such an obviously difficult day, you suddenly don't mind. Pulling the duvet over him, you tried your best not to wake him and left a kiss on his cheek. Maybe this last kiss was worth it.

[writing-zelda-brainrots]

Winx Club? I haven’t heard that name in years. *slides you $20* got anymore drabbles or HC for the Links and fairy reader?

(If that’s okay to ask ofc. I loved Winx as a child and now I think you got me wanting to watch it again. I’ll never get over how stunning those girlies were 😩)

We love our beautiful and badass girls. I really hoe the reboot will do our queens justice (but I am sceptical).

I know that in the previous fic, I mentioned that [Name] had already earned their Enchantix, but I imagined them in their basic Magic Winx/Charmix form in this one.

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This was the worst.

As if these monsters couldn't be more disgusting, you just had to get caught in a giant Skulltula's web. It was thick, sticky, stringy and stronger than it had any right to be. And you hated it. Any and all attempts to free yourself only resulten in you gatting more stuck.

Thankfully, you had just enough wiggle room to shoot a couple spells at the few remaining Skulltulas that wanted to sink their mandables into your flesh. But who knows how long it'll be until more come.

At this point, you would rather get swallowed whole by one of those "Like Likes" that Hyrule mentioned.

"[Name], are you okay?" Oh thank the Great Dragon, Wars was here. You were wondering when someone would notice that you were missing from the fight.

"Never felt better." You answered with some sarcasm. "This is so gross."

"Don't worry, I'll have you out in just a moment." He took hold of whatever parts of you weren't covered in sticky web and began to pull.

Wars was undoubtedly stronger than you, so he had a much better chance at getting you down. However, he was pulling too hard too fast and the web just wouldn't let go. It was as if he and the web were playing tug-of-war, but for keeps. Particularly, your wings and the rest of your body were being yanked in different directions. It hurt. A lot.

"Stop! Stop! You'll tear my wings off!"

It was only when you started pleading did he stop pulling. Thought he did still have half a mind to apologize.

The next brilliant idea was to cut you loose. But, to be fair, this one was much more successful. With just a few swipes of his sword, Wars had severed the bits of web holding you in place while staying away from any of your body parts. Thankfully, you were spared the fate of faceplanting onto the rocky dungeon floor when Wars caught you.

"Would you look at that, I caught a butterfly. A big, pretty one, too."

"One more word out of you and I swear I'll blast you."

"Fine, fine, just having some fun." He set you down before mentioning for you to follow. "The others must have already gotten rid of the leftover monsters on this floor."

Sure enough, Wars was right. Everyone - minus the two of you - had gathered in the middle room, each giving their reports from when you decided to split up.

"Are you badly hurt?" Time asked as he saw you coming back, pulling some loose hanging webbing from your clothes.

"I'm okay. But I won't be able to fly until I get this gunk off of me." That's going to be a day to itself.

Time gave a small nod of acknowledgement. Actually, taking a good look around at the group, they all looked pretty worn out. "We'll call it a day. Let's go back into town and get some rest. Tomorrow we clear the rest of this dungeon."

There were no objections.

--

Thankfully, the inn was quiet this evening. You didn't know how much more irritated you could be right now, especially if people were running around and causing a ruckus.

You've already gotten the web from your body, so that only left one thing. The part that you dreaded the most: your wings. Your hair had already been a painful mess to deal with, so you could only imagine what your wings would be like.

"How are you doing?" Sky's (or your self proclaimed "Flying Buddy") voice cut through the silence as he stepped through the doorway. He was probably one of the better roommates to have right now. You'd have to thank Time later for putting you with him instead of Wind or Legend.

"This web's really annoying. And it's in some hard to reach places, too." You grumbled, frustrated. "I swear, if I see a single Skulltula again, I'm exterminating the entire species."

"That bad, huh?" He cuckled a little, but stopped himself when he noticed you slightly flinch as you got another sticky chunk out. "Do you want some help?"

A sigh escaped from your lips. "You know I don't let just anyone touch my wings."

"I've had to help clean Crimson's wings many times before. I'm sure I can handle it." Sky sat down on the bed next to you.

"It's not you I'm worried about." You admitted. "I know I don't have my wings out most of the time, but they're still a part of me, and they're really sensitive."

You've long heard stories of fairies losing their wings, either in an accident or by someone destroying them. Either way, it's a horrible fate for someone of your kind. Yes, they eventually grow back, but that takes time, and it doesn't erase the fact that it was a traumatic experience or that it left the fairy vulnerable and weakened in the meantime.

"You're having trouble and I want to help. Besides, you won't be able to reach some of those places."

"You'd really do that?"

"Of course. What are friends for?" He gave a reassuring smile. "Just lay down and I'll handle it. You won't even notice I'm here."

He had a point, you supposed. Guess he couldn't do that bad of a job. You laid yourself on the bed, back facing Sky.

"Just... Be gentle, alright?"

"Promise."

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And then, they fu-

Btw, if I have convinced anyone here to watch this show fo the first time or revisit it, my personal reccomendation is to watch the Rai English dub (you can find it on YouTube for free) because it's the most faithful of the English dubs (of which there are 5, apparently, and none of them have the entire series). I would also stop watching after season 4/the second movie. Trust me, you're doing yourself a favour by not watching seasons 5-8.

There are the Nickelodeon Specials that condense season 1 into 3 hour long specials and one that covers season 2, but I really don't reccomend them for new veiwers. Just watch the original full seasons. They butchered my precious season 2 so badly.

P.S Also, you should maybe skip the "Miss Magix" episode in season 1. It has a pretty bad scene that mocks a black woman's natural hair. It's a filler episode, anyway, so you're not missing anything.

[drabbletron]

Domesticity and Other Distractions: Hound x Reader fic (PART 2)

|| Sorry it's so short! I'm still working on this, slowly but surely. I just haven't had the time with working second shift and trying to save up for my own place. I really hope you all like it! This is sort of like an escape for me at the moment with life being the way it is right now. I know we could all use a little sweetness in life and Hound is just the mech for the job! ||

more Fluff

Now that you’re in the full cleaning swing he makes his way downstairs feeling that itch himself. He closes up the garage and notes the mess your roomies left for you in the kitchen. Hound’s only ever done one chore for you here and that was taking out the trash (because it was a near torrential downpour and he didn’t want you to have to deal with that), so he does that and hopes it makes things easier for you. He tries not to fault your friends and chalks it up to them being just as tired as you, then he sees that there’s the largest pile of dirty dishes imaginable lying in the sink. Now that’s just plain rude!

He's never done it before with human food, but he imagines it’s a lot like cleaning energon cubes, so it’s not completely unfamiliar as he reaches for the dish soap and a sponge. Methodically he makes his way through the mountain and, in no time flat, he’s got the majority of it done. After a few more pots and pans he’s onto rinsing and then putting things on the counter over a towel to dry. He can see why you hate doing it when he notices the pads of his avatar’s fingers getting all wrinkly (what a weird thing humans do). He makes a note to ask you about why that happens later.

It's doing tasks like these that have him wondering about domesticity and you, and how he always finds the two going hand and hand with each other. If he were a human he’d have no problem doing all of these little things while you do some other little home things in a different part of the house. Even now when he’s pretending to be something he’s not, it’s like living in some fantasy where he’s not on the front lines of an eons long war and he doesn’t have to worry about you or the people he loves getting hurt. He can imagine that he lives here on this little blue marble in the middle of nowhere with a house, a garden, plenty of land to explore and sights to see, and you, always happy to see him and be loved by him. Now wouldn’t that be something?

He leaves the quaint little imaginings to the back of his processor and takes a moment to look around and see what else he can do to make things a little easier for you. Before he can take a crack at the living room and the many things in there, you’re coming down the stairs in your pajamas. By Primus, you look so cozy and soft with the light from the window on the stairs shining just right. You’re radiant and ethereal and his spark jumps in his chassis.

“I finished the room!”

You hop along down the steps, more pep than you should have from working all night long and wrap your arms around him with a hum. He can smell the freshly applied body spray, something soft and clean smelling with a hint of woody notes, when he returns the embrace and sways gently from side to side. This is surely some sort of dream. There is no way that Primus let him have this soft little thing from outer space that loved him so much. But who was he to question the creator.

“Ah took care of the dishes and the trash for you,” you look up at him in surprise, “Figured I’d make myself useful and try to tidy up.”

“Hound, you didn’t have to do all of that,” and the smile you give him is a mile long.

“Ah know, jus’ didn’t want you to stress yourself, darlin’.”

“You are too cute, you know that?”

You bury your face into his chest and he brings up a hand to cup the back of your head content to stay wrapped up in your warmth. How often do you get to hold each other like this? When was the last time you’d cuddled him, if ever? Not sitting on his shoulder or in his hand to be carried around and not sitting in his cab or the back seat when he takes you places. No, actually held and cuddled. When?

“Hey, do you want to take a nap with me?”

“Well, ah’ve never slept in a human bed before. Sure!”

With that you drag him excitedly up the stairs back to your room.

When Hound sees the space this time it’s definitely much cleaner. The bed is made and covered in soft, fuzzy blankets and plush pillows; the desk and bedside tables are visible if still a little cluttered, more of an organized cluster of items; and there are decidedly no “little patterned fabrics” to be seen.

“So, what do you think?”

(Part 1)

[callistocalavarni]

Aphrodite, as well as deciding when and where

I just want to say, this is more for me than it is anyone - take what you want and leave what you don't want. I'm not here to narrate your life. I just like talking into the void of the internet.

There was a different form of consciousness I went to when I was a child. I was young when this happened, I barely remember what was going on. I was at this sand temple, there were others for brief moments. It was a beautiful and sentimental place. I really only remember the emotion tied to it. Confusion, despair, survival but not at the deepest level. Maybe it was a shift, maybe it wasn't. I was too young to figure it out. I still wonder what significance it has, why was I there, what part of my mind wanted me to go. Maybe it was a past life. I’ve lived a lot of lives and I think I’m ready to permashift. Of course in the future I will decide where - right now I still want a little more time. I already said I would permashift and I did leave for a while but eventually came back. I'm not very good at expressing what I have lived and when I do I end up hating the way I phrased it,, But now I have an idea on how I want to do it for the future.

It feels as if i'm at a crossroad, many paths and outcomes will always be there for me.

A couple years ago around Christmas I bought an alice and wonderland tarot deck. Even though this was a long time ago I’m still getting the hang of reading cards, but I have learned a lot since using them. I’ve always loved Alice, around that time I had set out to watch every variation of the story. I watched the Czech one; Alice 1988. I don’t think I finished it but I got a good way through and the film amazed me with how surreal it was. I’m pretty sure everyone can see that, that story and shifting are related in a way. This was also the time where I had really gotten into Greek mythology and Hellenic views. I’m not a master in it and prefer to follow the gods of my Lumari dr - but this was before I shifted there. Now, I work with Aphrodite as well as my own gods. One Friday I sat down and did a reading with her. I wanted to make a waiting room. I don’t remember exactly what I had asked her but her answer was clear. Shifting does not require a waiting period, it doesn't need a bridge or a state of if. Just do it as soon as you'd like, go where you want as soon as the thought pops into your head. There is no need to flesh the idea out completely. A few words and visual ideas is all I really need; If I find myself scripting too much it's like the reality becomes something entirely different from what I wanted. Even though I have found that this works for me I still fail to give into the urge to shift as soon as the motivation clings to me. I’m a major procrastinator, it’s a flaw I’m working on. I have success with shifting to random realities, ones that I think of in a quick moment, and then decide I want to be there. I hate being picky, I’m conflicted with uncertain people. Just go, your subconscious is not actively out to get you. It’s not something to be scared of. That’s how I came to the way I view shifting now, also I think tarot is a way to bring out your subconscious beliefs. 

[auguryofjellyfish]

random day 25 thoughts let's go

another otherwordly Tetro Friday? what's with chap 4, I swear, so far it's been a stream of endless bangers.

first of all, I hope Hiroaki and Tamba had a good day 😭 it was strange to not see Hiroaki at all....

[Oyasumi]

is that a goddamn Omori reference?? naw, it's not, but that's where everyone's mind went first and mine as well lol.

Oyasumi, oyaaasumi, close your eyes and you'll leave this dream....

normally something like this would make me worried, but honestly? i'm not. because Wada is not going to die. I'm not even considering the possibility. he's going to be okay. he might suffer but he's definitely going to make it. i'm not even scared of his death at all cause it's not gonna happen (except if they kill everyone in endgame). if he survived chapter 3, he can survive anything.

either way....such a sweet episode <3 loved the amount of focus Wada is getting like, THAT'S MY GOAT!!! I LOVE WADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please give him all the love and hugs.

HE'S NOT EATEN FOR 3 DAYS!! ?!??! Wada...i thought he'd not eat one day at a time, but, three...? no wonder he's crashing again. if the starvation motive hits, nnnnn holy shit but no he's going to be okay. trust.

I still need time to fully process [Bruise] but good lord, while watching it made my chest feel so heavy it felt like it was caving in. fucking concave. just. Mai. Ojima. it was so painful and so heavy but, i was overflowing with pride for them both. they're so incredibly strong. i love Ojima sm....

[Refulgence Post Mortem]

he loved Kamimura. he loved him. he didn't need to say it at all. i just knew from the way he talked about him. the way his voice went soft, the fondness, the light amusement... how Kamimura was stubborn, argumentative, funny, smart, kind... he made him sound so special. he painted such a lovely picture with his words.... and he had so much to say about him. he thought and worried about him a lot, Kamimura was interesting to him (!!!!!) ..... I hope Kamimura at least could tell that Ken really really liked him...he probably did.

he didn't always care about what Ken was talking about but he cared enough to pretend, always...this just...just. Kamimura cared so fucking much too.

on one hand, this is kinda nice, because Ken would never say all of this to Kamimura, so if he were alive we'd never hear Ken gush about him... but jesus, I'd rather have him back....

he was worried about Kamimura because of his suicidal tendencies, and when it seemed like he wanted to live again, he was just so relieved... the depth with which he said that, I just. wow. I know... I KNOW!!! I KNOW HE WAS GETTING BETTER! I know, Ken...!

Ken was so proud of him. so happy for him, so moved. HE WAS TURNING HIS EYES TOWARDS THE FUTURE!!! he tried to end it so many times because life was an unchanging never-ending hell BUT the instant he felt like he might not be doomed forever after all, that he could have people who love him, that he could find a place for himself in this world once more, he wanted to try again, he wanted TO LIVE.

and then she took him away.

...what the fuck. what the fuck, it's not fair...it's not fair. i can't get fucking over this, i can't, i can't. i can't. fuck. me. fuck...i hate this...

...I've seen a lot of discussion on whether Ken is gonna die this chapter. it's still a little too early to say for sure, but in my opinion, nah. he doesn't seem like he'd be a victim right now. he is a little vulnerable, but frankly in these people's place I would be scared to go at him cause he's tall, strong and has nothing left to lose.

as for whether he'd kill...mmmnnnneehhh.......no...? not in chap 4 at least. he is in a really bad way, and that "she destroyed....everything." was so good, it sounded really dark and wrathful, but, yanno. i'm mostly just side-eyeing the "everything"...

if okazaki was somehow still alive i would def be concerned about him going for her head but lol. that's taken care of already. i guess it's not impossible for him to find another outlet for his anger, COUGH watari COUGH but still, he is more depressed than angry.

he said "there's nothing left." he still has his family but he can't even take them into consideration right now. that's what he truly feels- utter desolation. how could he have the motivation to plan a murder in this state? when he "lost everything"? i'd be much more worried if he continued with his total isolation arc but with this episode, he's not too far gone. just feeling overwhelming malaise. doesn't help that he's off his meds.

then again, we might be going back to unintentional murders, so it's not out of the question. it would just be weird for Ken to try to kill everyone on purpose??

also he won't try to kill himself people 💔 he won't. although.

i was 100% sure he wouldn't before this ep, and now i'm just a little less sure. 🙁

everything is gray now.

the biggest thing i took away from this week's episodes...I really...really don't want anyone else to die...I really don't. none of them. not Ojima. not Hayashi. not Hiroaki. not Wada. not Hasegawa. not Watari. not Tamba. not Yanagi. not Hama. none of them. i really don't want anyone to die anymore.

[gullwrites]

a bar called safe house

summary: Maybe asking a friend to help you with your work isn't always a good idea, especially if a guy who secretly hates your friend shows up. Now, after asking her new associate she had gained through work to help hide something that happened, including her friend Tobias and this coworker deemed as 'knows too much', Klara is told to go to a specific bar with her still-a-bit-shocked friend to wait for the associates' people to be done at the apartment.

a conversation of a specific event in their early relationship/friendship i've been thinking of abt lately. idk. happens twenty years before cynosure events btw.

warnings: mentions of killing someone in self-defence, self-destructive thoughts, mentions of blood, mentions of murder

"I think my mom took me here a couple of times..."

Klara turned to look at it quickly, surprised at it suddenly saying something after a silent walk here. Not like she was completely surprised about its silence, it's not every day someone like Tobias could experience something like... that.

They were in a dim-lit cafe-bar thing called Safe House, making Klara wonder how literal the name was. She was told to take it here, while the people who worked for Birch took care of the... problem.

1:56 AM, barely anyone outside and no one in the cafe. Except for them. Only some people knew it was open at this time, those who were allowed to know, and the owners didn't seem to be keen on telling that to anyone they see on the street, either. One of them sat behind the counter, reading a book - Klara couldn't tell what, exactly.

"At a normal time, I hope?" She asked.

"Haha, no. Insomnia runs in the family, it seems," it replied, staring at the menu, "At 2 at night, I think. Maybe a bit earlier once. She knew someone who knew someone who was friends with the lover of the owner."

Klara wondered what kind of people its mother knew to know about this place. "God, didn't you live at, like, Medford or something?" She said, imagining how long it would take to get here from there. They must've had a car. "Gonna order the same thing now, too?"

"Oh, no no no, no, I've had enough of lemon iced tea in Miami. Never again." Tobias stepped closer to the counter and leaned on it. "Pomegranate spritz, non-alcoholic, please."

"Anything else?" The voice behind the counter asked, and it glanced at her, awaiting for her order.

"Oh, um, hang on, I haven't checked the menu myself yet," Klara said and stepped closer, cursing the dim light and small font in her head - and forgetting her glasses. "I'll pay, you go find a cool table to sit at," she said to Tobias, who stood still by the counter.

It looked around, then walked closer to her, clearly not wanting to be alone. After a moment of Klara squinting at the menu, it said, "You're an iced coffee enjoyer, why not order that? They had cold brew, too."

"Hmm... Yeah, I'll take that," she walked to the counter to pay, but the owner didn't seem to notice her as they just kept working on the drinks. "Where's the reader?"

"The payment was taken care of already by the person who told you to come here," they said, and motioned them to go and pick a table.

--

They picked the table by the window, by the wall. Klara watched Tobias slowly sit down, and how it took off its leather jacket to place it near the wall, like a makeshift pillow. She thought about sitting next to it for a moment, to maybe try and offer some comfort, or to just be close, but ended up sitting on the opposite side of the table instead. Maybe that would help her with less thoughts about 'being close'. Maybe. "You okay?"

"Hm, fun question," it said quietly, leaning on the table, "Maybe? I don't know. I guess you could say yes in a 'I'm alive' way. But everything else, a big question mark. Although, I do feel awful about what I did, you know? Or, maybe not awful, just- uh, I don't know, sorry."

"Nothing to apologize about, it's very normal."

It glanced at her, a frown on its lips. "What's normal about this situation..."

"Your reaction's normal. I mean, that must have been shocking, so of course it makes you feel weird."

"I wouldn't use 'shocking' to describe killing someone, but yeah, I guess," it sighed and covered its face with its hands, mumbling, "Oh my, what have I done..."

The owner brought their drinks, not paying any attention to what was happening. Klara wondered if they just didn't care, or if there have been weirder things happening here before.

Klara watched them leave, and then looked at it. "May I remind you that it was in self-defence. We already talked about this before." She hoped that its bathroom was soundproof enough.

Tobias opened its mouth to answer, but closed it quickly, reaching for its drink instead. To hold it, twirl it around slightly, not to drink - something idle to do while lost in thoughts. Klara watched the dark red liquid move in the glass, wondering what it could see in it. Looked at its fingers around the glass, still noticing some blood under its fingernails. Thought about the two big wounds she had taken care of on its left side, sitting on the floor in its bathroom, its smooth skin warm under her hands - she stopped herself for a moment, wondering if it's normal to think of something like that. At that moment it seemed to only care more about what body cream it could use after a shower. It ended up choosing vanilla, and Klara could feel its faint scent across the small coffee table, finding it interesting how much it seemed to care about something like skincare.

Maybe it was just thinking of something that wouldn't let it think of what was happening outside the bathroom, Klara thought, Not every day some people who work for a guy you don't know come help clean things up.

Suddenly, Klara realized she's been staring at its face the whole time as she was lost in her thoughts. She leaned back and picked up her glass of cold brew, hoping the paper straw hasn't melted yet.

Tobias didn't seem to be fully here, either. Its dark brown eyes, almost black in the cafe's poor light, seemed unfocused, and it seemed to barely move. Its hand was still holding the cocktail, thoigh it didn't twirl it around anymore. She fought the urge to place her hand on its. Didn't want to bother it.

"I think, um... I think I learned something. About myself. Or, well, um, I don't know," it finally said, its voice trailing off at the end, as it placed the glass down and leaned on the table.

Klara sighed, readying herself for it to call itself an awful person for what it had done, once again, or whatever it could've thought of. And thought of what to say to it about that, again. Maybe something like 'if you were, you wouldn't feel bad about it'... like some of her coworkers. "And what would that be?" She asked.

"I, um. This might sound weird, I guess, but. I don't think I would've acted like this before," it paused, as if looking for right words, "I mean, um. I think I would just, uh, give him what he wanted. Wouldn't care about him killing me. Maybe I'd even be okay with it. Or...something more positive, even? Anyway. Would've done that half a year ago. But now? I... I think I realized that, well, there are things for me to live for. Things to work towards, people to talk to, helping others... People to live for," it said, glancing at her for a moment as it said the last sentence. Klara thought if it was an accident, or just a reflex, or something. Surely it didn't mean anything by that. Did it?

Before she could reply, it continued, "I'm not trying to say what I did is right. It isn't. And I'll live with that my whole life. But, at that moment, fighting for myself seemed like a good thing..."

"And it was," she said, "said it yourself, many times, you didn't mean to. It was literally the first thing you said when I arrived."

It shrugged, looking down again. "I don't know, I- Ugh. I feel sick about it... but also, uh, free? In some way? Is it wrong?"

"No."

"Pfft. It feels like you're saying that only so I would feel better."

"Didn't you call me straightforward person?"

It smirked slightly, looking at her with its soft, brown eyes. "As a compliment. Um. I mean... It's a good trait to have. Along with all the other good traits you have, and, uh," it picked up its drink and took a sip, as if to stop itself from saying more.

"Then you know I'm being honest," she said and leaned closer. "Nothing wrong with defending yourself. Besides, guy was a complete asshole. And, well, a murderer. Imagine how many people he had killed before, both for work and for whatever he was doing on the side."

"Hmm," it looked at the glass again, its shoulders seeming less tense. "I hope none of my, uh, whining sounds weird or offensive to you, by the way. As in-"

"As in me being a corporate agent and doing all the shit that role brings with itself? No, don't worry about it. That's the hole I digged for myself."

"Should get you out of there and have you sipping iced coffee while looking at gulls on the beach."

"Hah. That would be fun, yeah... Though, only if you're there doing random commentary about things happening around us," she chuckled, thinking of the 'research trip' two days ago. How its laugh and stories seemed to fill her memories of that day.

"Oh, gladly," it said. "I, um. Thank you, Klara, for being here. And for all the help back at the apartment, too. For everything. It's helping... a lot. Means a lot."

She froze for a moment, thinking what to say. "I mean, technically it's my fault you got into that situation... If I didn't ask you to help me out with work, Pierce wouldn't have even know you're here."

"I'm sure he'd found a way to try and kill me in one way or another. Probably dreamed of it since the end of the project. Don't blame yourself."

"Only if you won't blame yourself for what happened, either."

It didn't say anything, staring at the drink its glass, yet she did notice it smiling more widely. Good, that's good, she thought, though failing to explain to herself why it was good.

She leaned back and looked out of the window. "I should ask if they're done with your apartment. You need to sleep, maybe write that you'll take a few days off as 'sick leave', calm doen before going back to your courses and work... and your thesis..."

"Yeah, uh. Oh, fuck, the thesis... Uh. Just remembered that Pierce destroyed all my data drives and my laptop while trying to get rid of all the information I had for your work."

"You don't have any copies left? Of your thesis, I mean, not the stupid work files. Fuck them."

It shrugged. "I, uh, fucking hell. Um-" it paused, finished its drink, and sighed. "You know what, I'll figure it out later. You're right, maybe I meed a break."

"Hm, you sure do," Klara thought about taking a few days off herself. Just to keep an eye on it, make sure it's feeling alright, she thought to herself.

She opened her phone and noticed a message from one of Birch's people, saying that the apartment is free now and that they'll contact her later about the next steps and updates. "You can go home now, it seems," she said to it.

"Did they, uh, clean up everything there. Where that happened, that is."

"Yep. Based on what I've seen before, they do a good job, so don't worry about it. It will all look completely normal." Except that you won't be able to forget about it, she almost added, wondering if it could move out despite the year-long agreement it had.

Tobias nodded. "Uh-huh. Um. How much do I owe this guy, by the way. Surely nothing he does is for free..."

"Actually, about that. Weird thing, but when I mentioned your name, he said it'd be for free. No, don't ask why. I don't know either."

"Huh. Um. Okay." It stood up and put its leather jacket on. "Weird question, but can you stay over? I, um, I know nothing's going to happen anymore, but-"

"Being alone doesn't feel right, huh? Understandable. Of course I'll stay with you."

"...Thank you."

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 1: unmotivated (Part 1)

Bridgewood

A warm breeze is blowing over the city this morning. It has been a little colder than usual over the last few days. This was probably partly because spring was coming to an end. Now summer has finally arrived and it is no longer permanently cold in the trailer. "Meow?"

("Forget it, you won't get any of it. Instructions from your mom. Oh man, why did that thing have to appear in front of our house of all places? I didn't have a chance to say no. As soon as anything with four paws stands in front of her, my opinion is superfluous. I hope she's feeling well today. it's been over half a year now and she's still struggling with it…").

“Meeoow!”. ("My God, that's good, here you go … But don't tell her anything, OK? I'm still wondering how she came up with the name Gumball… Probably because he's overweight. But it's not from eating too much, some kind of metabolic disorder, she said. By now she knows her way around really well, but… Shit, I wish she hadn't larded so much at university").

("She actually wanted to make it, but studying was more difficult than she had expected. It was actually her dream, but it fell through. And then we realized that Anne Arbor wasn't for us. They provided us with the houses, but the social atmosphere there was simply poisonous. Fortunately, the others came here with us).

("And now we've been here for a few weeks, in Bridgewood. It's a relatively quiet area with lots of greenery. The people here are okay. We haven't made any new friends here yet. But luckily the old ones have stayed with us. I've got the hang of the waffles by now, And I've got two days off now, Monday it's back to the machines").

("The waffles are ready and Lis? Hn…She likes to sleep in late, hates being woken up too early. She quickly got used to being at home. At home… We had imagined it differently, but this trailer was simply the best thing for us to start with. Her mother had offered to let us stay with her in the house for the first few months… But neither she nor I wanted to do that.") / ”I know that you don't sleep anymore..“.

Lisa looked at him just one eye. It was true, she had been awake for a while, woken by the sweet smell of freshly baked waffles. Then she stretched the sleep from her body and slowly sat up. “You could have stayed in bed a little longer, VJ…"/ ‘I can't if the hangover is making a fuss and wants to go out’.

She looked at him briefly and had to smile a little. “You should know him a bit by now. He goes outside every morning, catches something and then brings it in"/ ”I guess he didn't catch anything this time. Would you like to visit your parents today?” She shook her head. “hh, o.k."/ ‘Come back to bed, huh?’. He tilted his head slightly and smiled with just one corner of his mouth. “And the waffles?"/ ”Can wait.”

VJ looked back for a moment and glanced into the living room. The cat had just curled up on the floor, which gave him the certain feeling that he would certainly not touch the plate of waffles on the counter. He was too well behaved for that. He just begged tirelessly until he got something. “hh, you make me so weak, Lis"/ ”I know…” …

One of the basic human needs is to procreate. But VJ and Lisa were far from thinking about planning a family. They have always been too cautious for that. After finishing school and arriving in their new home, they made sure they had enough condoms in the house. For them, sex was still the greatest pleasure they could have.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @plumbobgothica Please let me know if it's still okay to be tagged. :)

NOTE: Now Here we have the beginning of the sequel to Sunset Died. Let's say it takes place one to one and a half years later. The young people have grown up, have started their vocational training... Only Lisa hasn't really got herself together yet.

NOTE 2: When taking screenshots with GShade, I have to be careful that the stupid name tags aren't visible on the Sims^^^^. Unfortunately, I didn't notice it until too late. It will happen again in the next part, but from this point on I made sure to first take the mouse off the Sims and then take a picture. 😂😁

[thorns-and-rosewings]

Okay I have been stewing on this all day and I will just add my thoughts here...

Now take my opinion with a grain of salt, I'm just a nobody who watches and loves the shows. I don't have a crystal ball to know the future, but I would hope that I am capable of looking at things rationally and logically.

Firstly, Im not sure that this is necessarily the 'end' of the Lunar and Earth Show for one specific reason.

This has ALWAYS been a bridge the characters were gonna have to cross...

Pretty much from when we first met Gemini, they have said that Lunar might have to leave and become an Astral. So... Whatever is going to occur has long been planned.

Do I think Lunar is going to leave? Eh...

I give it a 50/50 chance...

Just given everything that has been happening for Lunar in his life, he might leave to try and keep his family safe. Or to find a purpose in his life which he feels he currently lacks... Or believing that he's hurt his family enough, such as the case with Earth. But what life would he have? Gemini has become icy towards him courtesy of the latest episode, pretty clear they now view him as an investment more than even a friend... Leo clearly still hates him even if we haven't met him yet.

And even if Lunar leaves, Rez and Kerian are still on earth and are presumably not going anywhere. Maybe Kerian would follow Lunar, but Rez won't and that's a big threat to the family... Not to mention the Creator when he gets unleashed.

Now playing devil's advocate for a sec and assuming he leaves, what would happen? There's several options here...

The show just ends... Now this is HIGHLY unlikely. But it's understandable that everyone jumps on this bandwagon, given how we have just lost two wonderful VA's amongst the shows. But hypothetically if Lunar goes with the Astrals, they will just replace him as a main character.

Would it be permanent though?

We could have Lunar leave for a month and then come back... Even though they said that wouldn't be possible, who knows what is actually planned.

As for who would replace him. I know that everyone would automatically assume Davis and that is certainly possible... But I think it's unlikely. The reason? Davis plays HOW MANY CHARACTERS?! I know he plays Solar normally but I don't know if he could do ANOTHER show. I mean it's possible... But unlikely.

Also one thing that makes the show ending unlikely is because we just got introduced to a new character in Kerian and his interactions with Lunar get lots of views.

A lot of things do boil down to what is the best move financially, these shows are run by a company after all. LAES is pretty popular and gets lots of views. So one needs to take that into account.

Due to that I don't think we're going to get a 'Lunar says Goodbye' episode... Although it's still in the cards.

Personally... I think Lunar might just close the book on the Astrals and move on. Him choosing his family over the powers forever. That move would make the most sense. Although it would result in the Astral storyline ending. At least in its main part. But it would also probably allow the writers to explore different stories with the characters, possibly some more whimsical and happy stories and just a little less angst.

Who knows, I sure don't...

But what I do know is I trust the writers to do what they think is best and I will accept whatever they choose to do.

...that's all I got y'all...

THE LUNAR AND EARTH SHOW WILL BE GONE SOON. ITS HINTED

A lot of the TSBS shows have been dying and gettIng rebranded with new characters. Since the latest LAES episode, lunar will have to make a choice either he gets his powers back but then he has to leave earth or he doesn’t get his powers back. this is hinting that the main character will probably go away and the show is gonna be rebranded. Probably it will be renamed as the THE SOLAR AND EARTH SHOW or THE EARTH AND SOLAR SHOW, which I predict it will be from watching the live stream. But we’ll have to wait and see.

Hmmm…. Perhaps Timer (if you don’t who he is, he was introduced from the episode where Sun and moon travel back in time and stuck in loop, go watch it.) could help? He’s the god of time! 💫⌛️

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

I've had this thought swirling in the back of my head for a while, but it's finally congealed enough that I think I can make a coherent pitch, which is: I think RWBY's problems with the more vitriolic part of its fanbase partially stems from the fact that RWBY is a deconstruction that doesn't advertise it's a deconstruction.

RWBY's status as a deconstruction is pretty textbook. It takes apart standard fantasy, shounen, and anime tropes in order to analyze them and their deeper meaning and then reassembles them in new and interesting ways for the plot/characters/series. Thing is, it never says that outright in promotional material, which can lead to later outrage in fans.

See, unless their way of discovering new shows is to close their eyes and stab their finger at random, most people tend to choose series to watch/read based on expectations. Maybe a friend said they'll like it because it has [insert thing], maybe they read the summary and were intrigued, maybe they thought the poster/cover art was cool, whatever. These small pieces of information are generally enough for people to make a snap-judgment of the style and genre of the series, which they can then gauge against their personal tastes and decide whether or not they want to try.

Most of the time, this works just fine. Well-written deconstructions also generally give the viewers some warning/buildup before they take a hard swerve. See Madoka Magica: the magical girl paradigm is shaded by the possibility of death as soon as we're introduced to it, then there's an onscreen death with blood, and then a few episodes later we eventually realize the Faustian bargain of it all. Even innocent viewers who stumbled into watching it, unaware of the show's reputation, would go "Oh, wait, this is not going in the direction magical girl shows usually go" by a third of the way through.

The thing is, with RWBY, this does not happen unless you're paying a lot of attention and/or looking for it. And neither the cover art nor the summary nor, I believe, the fanbase gives a lot of warning about the swerves ahead.

In fact, RWBY initially bills itself as a pretty standard shounen anime. The main protagonist is hinted to have Special Powers and gets into the Magic Monster-Hunting School in the first episode, and the first two-and-a-half seasons are taken up by her and her friends' superhero-esque slice-of-life shenanigans as they thwart robberies and terrorist attacks and gear up for a tournament arc against the looming background of a larger conspiracy.

Then in the last half of the third season the villains' entire Rube Goldberg machine of a scheme snaps into completion and the plot twists so hard the entire genre takes a hard right. If you're used to character analysis and common anime tropes, this is not completely a surprise -up until this point, RWBY's character arcs and plot have been subtly traveling in non-traditional directions that hint of greater flexibility in genre treatment ahead- but if you're not... well.

Thing is, people watching RWBY up until this point have signed up for pretty standard shounen and they've been getting it, but the third season's ending smashes that all to bits. From then on out in RWBY, it's like they ordered fries and suddenly got a hamburger. It might be delicious; but it's not what they asked for, what they wanted, or what they paid for, and they are, justifiably, displeased.

So when the reasonable people either adjusted their expectations or sighed, shook their heads, and clicked back out (perhaps with a grumble and a scowl), the unreasonable people dug their heels in and began insisting that everybody was Getting The Show/Character Wrong and that CRWBY is ruining it, because the fact that RWBY's method of deconstruction is to put standard tropes in a blender and then arrange what's left in deceptive patterns means that said unreasonable viewers can scan the bare surface and argue that all the stereotypical stuff is clearly still under there, somewhere.

So they're continually trying to drag RWBY back to the tracks of a typical shounen anime series (it's closest relative), which creates a dissonance between the show they're watching and the show they think they're watching. They're trying to turn the hamburger back into fries, basically, except that doesn't work and just frustrates everyone involved, because you're trying to make RWBY into something that it's not. Hence, this attitude probably starting/fueling some of the more contentious statements in the fandom, i.e.:

"Ironwood was right the whole time" (in most action movies and shounen anime, allied military leaders are trustworthy beyond reproach)

"Adam's character was wasted" (we all know how much shounen loves their powerful warrior antiheroes)

"Ruby and the others are in the wrong about [insert thing]/or for doing [insert thing], and this is bad writing!" (shounen protagonists don't usually make more than One Very Big Mistake over the course of their entire careers, which is usually fixed/overcome/redeemed via an appropriately rigorous training arc)

And to be clear, there's nothing wrong with shounen tropes or shounen anime. They're wonderful storytelling devices in their own way and their own time: but if you want standard by-the-book shounen without any new and interesting concoctions, then RWBY is definitely not the show for you. And most people don't find that out until it's too late.

[fountainpenguin]

Things that happened in Martyn & Cleo Double Life canon:

Cleo hoping to find her soulmate and start a life with them

Cleo dumping Martyn without giving him a chance to explain his side of the story, but hearing him out when he comes to her later

Martyn watching Cleo through his spyglass and telling the audience she seems safe and happy even though he thinks it's weird she's outside at night

Martyn, after he's had time to consider how he wants to play this, spinning a story about trying to be a provider for her and Cleo explaining that she wanted him, not things

Cleo not being remotely impressed by the "I was providing" sob story, lol

Martyn calling Cleo selfish for choosing to be with Scott because she's supposed to be HIS soulmate and he wants a partner

Cleo willing to forgive Martyn if he meets them halfway

Martyn refusing to meet them halfway because he doesn't think he did anything wrong

Martyn screaming about how Cleo's building bridges with Scott but "When will she think about mending our bridges???"

Martyn explaining to Cleo that he doesn't understand why his Session 1 actions bothered them

Martyn centering his character arc and roleplay on trying to win Cleo back without actually apologizing

Cleo giving Martyn a flower and stating that if he loses it, she'll be real cross with him

Cleo chasing Martyn out of her yard because he tried to put an HOA sign on her base and she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't associated with them and their hate for his base (even though she does think his heart base is strange)

Martyn attacking Cleo after she said attacking is a form of affection to her

Cleo setting boundaries with Martyn and explaining what he can do to get her back

Cleo sighing when Scar set her up on a date with Martyn, but taking the chance to talk to him instead of walking out

Cleo genuinely wanting Martyn in her alliance

Martyn and Cleo giggling constantly when they chat

Scar asking if Martyn wanted him to play a romantic music disc for him and Cleo (and Martyn getting excited and saying yes)

Martyn offering to take Cleo's armor and weapons to the deep dark so he can enchant them and bring them back while she stays safe

Cleo gifting Martyn diamonds, expecting nothing in return but not wanting him to die from lack of a good sword

Martyn and Cleo forming a secret alliance that allows Cleo to live with Scott while being on good terms with Martyn

Martyn expressing frustration that Cleo wants to keep this alliance secret because he wants them to be public allies; Cleo softly shushes him when people approach and might overhear

Martyn telling Cleo that she's putting out a lot of mixed signals because she keeps reeling him in and then pushing him away, claiming he is very confused about where he stands with her

Martyn teasing Cleo by punching her off a cliff and accidentally killing her and feeling so bad about it that he apologizes profusely despite roleplaying as someone who refused to apologize for Session 1

Martyn and Cleo immediately threatening Bdubs together when he said hi to them while they were hanging out, sdkfj

Martyn genuinely apologizing to Pearl for dumping her after Session 1

Martyn hiding under Cleo's bed while she defends him from an enderman attack

Cleo offering to let Martyn move into her house after Etho and Joel grief his base; Martyn saying he might take her up on that

Cleo and Martyn agreeing to move out and base together at Box

Cleo trusting Martyn with the location and resources of her red life base

Martyn rushing to Cleo's aid in the deep dark and trying to turn everyone against him instead

Cleo responding to Martyn's panicked shouts for her to eat by opening her inventory to get food (and drowning because she forgot she was in water)

Cleo hanging back and letting Martyn attack Scott while she does nothing to stop him from doing so, implying as much as she likes Scott, she won't kill Martyn (and herself) for him (and/or she trusted Scott to handle himself even though he ran away while Martyn was shooting at him)

Things that did not happen:

Cleo unwilling to forgive Martyn or consider being his friend and partner

Martyn and Cleo hating each other

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[buttercupshands]

Congratulations on nothing. I'm back to drawing LoV again after a bit of a break

those are mostly just a redraw practice for fun Toga is a try in "more canon way of drawing" with color practice too

I'm sorry that it's in russian because I have to have some will to localize jokes that came into my head while drawing it

it's like... a robot au??? or something, mostly just a joke "what if AFo just built Tenko and changed what he wanted"

and this is a joke about our 'favorite' 419 plot twist so it's basically just a bunch of joked about AFO failing to get any way to get control instead Tenko's head is not empty. It downloaded games, friends and stuff about being a hero but NOT as a literal hero, more on "villains need help I'm a hero then" way

and yes that text behind is "hands" written all over the place bc I wanted to add hands in handwritten form

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Gently, Lucifer reached out to take Adams hand and held it. His chest felt tight, a heat of the moment during sex was taking its toll.

Lucifer: No, Adam you're a wonderful husband and I love you. Not all of your kids hate you, they love you. And Avery will love you. You gotta stop being so hard on yourself.

Adam: B-But

Lucifer: No buts, I'm sorry this has been so hard on you. I ...... I was just so excited to have a baby with you I didn't think about how you being pregnant would make you feel........ I should have talked to you longer than the two seconds we did.

He didn't think it would be that big a deal but it was, he jumped the gun on this.

Lucifer swallowed a lump: Do you love her? Do you even want her?

Adam: Yes! It's just fucking complicated, I'll be better once she's out but..... I can't be the mom she wants.....

Lucifer: So be the dad she needs. Give yourself some credit Adam. And..... If you don't want more kids after Avery I understand.

Adams eyes went wide: W-what? But, I thought you wanted-

Lucifer tugged him closer to him so he could hug him: I meant it. I really am okay with just Charlie and Avery. If being pregnant upsets you this much, I'm not going to subject you to it over and over.

It was a miracle that Lilith even carried Charlie to term and if Adam didn't want more? That was fine, it hurt a little but he had made peace with only having one kid long ago.

Lucifer: You didn't have a choice on Earth but you do here. And fuck Evan he's just a dick.

Adam snickered and hugged him back: I just want you to be happy with me.

Lucifer: I am happy with you. I love you so much it fucking hurts me. If you'd rather have pets over more kids that's fine, if you don't want either that's fine too. Your happiness matters too Adam.

Adam cried as they held each other, this was a lot for one day.

Lucifer: I'm sorry I said you have no friends........ You have friends and you don't even have to bother with those mothers if you don't want to.

Adam: It's just Angel and Cherri.......

Lucifer: And Husk, Charlie, and the guy at the convenience store that gives you free beef jerky.

Adam snorted and pulled away: He doesn't fucking count. I just use him to get free shit.

Lucifer: You're friends with most of the sins, save for Mammon.

Adam: Yeah, he's a joke.

Lucifer smiled: He is.

Adam: I'm sorry I called Charlie a fucktard.

Lucifer: Thank you........ Did you still want those plates and cups?

Adam: ....... Yeah.

Lucifer: Okay, I'll have them delivered. We can give Charlie the old ones.

Even if they are too expensive and fucking ugly.

Adam smiled: Thank you...... Can I peg you tonight?

Lucifer flushed, he let Adam do that once in a while it helped him feel like a man.

Lucifer: ...... Sure.

Anything for Adam.

I really need some FtM Adam feeling comfortable wearing a dress.

I'm having some gender issues, so I'm craving some trans!Adam.

Rp of sinner!trans!Adam??

Oh are you okay? We can do that! ☺️

-

Adam brushed off any little crumbs that were on his dress, it wasn't very often that he wore feminine clothes anymore since transitioning but something about a nice dress every once in a while made him feel so fucking hot.

Not to mention that it was just his color, Adam swore he was meant to be rich why else would be look so fucking amazing in gold?

He should probably finish getting ready, his husband was waiting on him downstairs.

Adam slipped on some gold heels and earrings before going down to meet Lucifer.

Lucifer: There you are I've been-...... Wow

Adam: Looks nice right?

Lucifer: You look gorgeous my dove.~

Adam blushed as he took his hand and kissed it.

Adam: Worth the Wait?

Lucifer: More than worth it. You'll put everyone to shame at that party. Kinda wish we didn't have to go now, so I could poke around up your skirt.~

Adam giggled: Luci!!

Ugh, his voice cracked that hadn't happened in a while. But that's how flattered he is! Cheeky man working him up.

Lucifer: What?~ There's always time in the limo.~

He took Adams hand and they got in the limo. Lucifer put up the tinted window divider so the driver couldn't see them. Adam laid back in the long seat, he bit his lip as his husband went up his dress and pulled his panties down before disappearing underneath to eat him out.

((Adams outfit))

[moonchild-in-blue]

Just got here. Tf is happening?