#wow that's a lotta stuff

[pussymasterdooku]

my beloved imac from 2014 with a cracked screen that i conned my dad into giving me so i had a computer on which to do stupid freelancer shit for him but use primarily for personal use (file storage, use appletv to play streaming sites on our actual tv, play sims) seems to be……engaging in behaviors that for lack of a better way to put this best resemble when my elderly cat started having seizures after a hard summer of kidney problems and we had to be like. oh it’s the end the end? obviously less emotional than that but. you know. she’s had a long good life and maybe it’s her time. that’s okay. all things end. anyway. all this to say we are trying to coax her into not just waking up again but pretty please just giving me two files that are the backbone of the recurring stupid freelancer shit i do every month. please baby i have hand problems i can’t build those templates again. please.………

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[sunnydayaoe]

[goldpilot22]

@sinha-ri tagged me to do this thingy so here I go. poll of my 5 favorite songs.

Gold Pilot by First Turn Fold - theme song of the character I'm fictkin of! it's such a good piece of music, rly complex and beautiful. whether or not you like homestuck you gotta admit the music goes hard as hell. and yes it's what my username is from

Solstice Theory by Cinnaluna - my current obscure eng vocaloid fave!! it slaps hard and has this lowkey absolutely ominous vibe to it and fits so well to the fic I've been working on lately. I'm OBSESSED atm

Primary by VNV Nation - one of my fave songs from my all-time fave band, I love VNV's electro-industrial sound, and this song not only is a great example of that sound but the lyrics are completely my vibe (spaceship horror?) also lowkey it was a real struggle to only put one VNV song on here, I love all their music sm

Oder Schrei by Der Feuerkreiner - one of my super obscure industrial favs. jaunty lil fiddle(?) tune fading into and out of this rhythmic machine noise. god I love rhythmic machine noise

Bug by Kairiki Bear (English cover by Nezu) - so I'm really into project sekai rn and Bug was the commission song for the event that really hit me so hard emotionally. and Nezu's cover is rly cool, believe it or not that's all the same person singing they have incredible range

I don't feel like directly tagging anyone but if you see this and wanna do the poll thing you can say I tagged you :3

[avidaraku]

everything in this post is a hit for hit oh my god thank you op........... *kisses this post gently* THE RED VELVET GLOVES..... they blended in seamlessly woah..... i love how unique the materials and colors of the dress are but still is very cohesively part of the collection like wow so true...... the blue dress literally doesn't feel real, that model is Glowing. overall love all of these dresses, they fit the background as well as paintings and tbh wouldn't be surprised if they were based off of actual art pieces bc, wow. 1000000/10 im in love eek

Rodarte Fall 2024

Part 1

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request headcanons for Remy, Wade, and Logan would think about his shy gender neutral crush confessing to him by whispering to his ear because they couldn't say it loud enough for him to hear them please?

Here are headcanons for how Remy (Gambit), Wade (Deadpool), and Logan (Wolverine) would react to their shy, gender-neutral crush whispering a confession in their ear:

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

-Remy's heart would skip a beat. He's used to being smooth and confident, but this quiet, intimate confession would completely disarm him. He'd be caught off guard, and for once, the usual flirtatious charm would falter.

- Mon Dieu, they so sweet. How’d I get so lucky?He’d be thinking about how pure and genuine the moment was, realizing that this wasn’t just a passing fling, but something real and deep.

- After a brief moment of stunned silence, he’d lean in close, his voice a low, playful whisper, “Cher, you just made my day. How ‘bout I show you how much dat means to me, hm?” He’d flash a warm, genuine smile, his red eyes twinkling with affection.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

- Wade would freeze in place, his usual barrage of jokes and snarky remarks coming to a sudden halt. He’d process the words slowly, replaying them in his head to make sure he heard right.

- Wait, what? Did they just—? Oh my God, they did. Holy chimichangas, this is real!

- Wade would try to mask his nervousness with humor, but his voice would crack a little, betraying his genuine feelings. “Wow, usually people whisper stuff like ‘don’t kill me’ or ‘please stop talking,’ but this… This is WAY better.” He’d then grin widely, probably trying to hug them immediately, his usual hyper energy tinged with a rare, sincere affection.

Logan (Wolverine)

- Logan would tense up at first, his instincts kicking in. He’s not used to moments of vulnerability, especially from someone he cares about. The closeness would make his heart race, but he’d stay perfectly still, listening intently.

- Kid, you’re braver than I ever was. How’d I get so lucky to deserve someone like you?* He’d feel a deep sense of gratitude and protectiveness, knowing how much courage it took for them to say that.

- Logan would take a deep breath, his voice low and gruff, “Took a lotta guts to say that, huh?” He’d give them a small, rare smile, the kind that reaches his eyes. “You ain’t gotta worry. I feel the same.” Then, in typical Logan fashion, he’d probably awkwardly pat their shoulder, trying to be gentle but still a bit rough around the edges.

[bloodibambiidoll]

Pour Some Sugar On Me

(Older!Alpha Eddie x Omega!Reader)

Summary: It’s been four months since you’ve been mated to Eddie in secret. When he takes you to “Lovers Lake” for a picnic and tells you he’s never hooked up there, it’s only right that you remedy that. WK: 1.8K

Warnings: General Omegaverse behaviors, scenting, knotting, biting, unprotected sex, outside sex, pet names, a whole lotta gushy mushy fluff. No physical descriptions of reader besides her outfit but she does have the nickname “sugar” 18+MNDI!

A/N: SURPISEEE SHAWTY!! I know it’s been a minute since I posted a ST fic but I randomly got the spark to write this today! This is set in the middle of Everlasting Sweeheart before Sugar’s dad finds out about them. Older!Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple.

You’ve been seeing Eddie in secret for about four months now and it couldn’t be more perfect. Aside from the fact that it was a secret. It was hard, having to hide your mate from everyone in your life. The only person you’ve told is your childhood best friend but she lives states away. A few of your employees asked about your mark and you brushed them off, not wanting to go into details. You haven’t seen your dad since that day at the shop, the day you realized that Eddie worked for him. You missed him, and you hate sneaking around behind his back. Even though it was your idea to wait, you were ready to tell him. But your mate? He wasn’t quite there yet. So you decided not to push him for now and to just enjoy your little bubble.

Today Eddie has something “special” planned for the two of you but refuses to tell you where you’re going. He does this with every date, plans something elaborate or something as simple as a movie night at home. But it was always romantic. He put a lot of thought into these dates and it made sneaking around infinitely easier on you. On those days, it feels everything and everyone but you and Eddie cease to exist.

“Alright sugar pie, you ready?” Eddie yells down the hall, you made him leave the room so you could get ready because you had a little surprise of your own. He didn’t tell you where you were going, but he at least told you that you were riding on his bike and not in one of his cars. So you’d know what to wear. And it just so happened you had the perfect outfit.

Thus far he's only seen your softer side, your little mini dresses and Mary Jane’s with ribbons tied in your hair. Which was great for when you worked at the bakery, comfy shoes, easy movement, kept your hair out of your face. But there’s a whole other side to you he has yet to discover. You were raised by a biker, after all. You look at yourself in the mirror and smirk. You had even styled your hair differently and your make up was darker than your everyday look. Eddie was going to shit.

“Yeah baby, I’m ready.” You exit the room and Eddie’s jaw literally drops and his keys that were dangling from his fingers fall to the ground.

“Sugar… you look…” his eyes roam your figure, drinking in every inch, every detail. The glossy leather of your thigh high platform boots. The little black ripped jean shorts. The tiny little white tank top. And last but not least? You’re wearing a fucking leather battle jacket. “Wow. You look so fucking sexy. Did you get new clothes?”

“Nah. This is stuff I’ve had forever. I actually started this jacket back in highschool and have gradually added to or changed it. I feel like you’re forgetting who my dad is, Eddie bear. Have you ever looked in my closet? There’s more to me than you think.” You approach him, running your cherry red fingernail along his jaw, causing him to shiver under your touch.

“You’re telling me my little sugar girl has a bad ass rocker side I don’t even know about?” He grips your hips in his large ringed hands, pulling your body taunt against his.

“Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.” You pull back, shooting him a wink. “You ready to go or are you gonna stand here and ogle me all night?”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna ogle you alright… but, I’m ready to go.” He gives your butt a little pat before leaning down to pick up his keys. “Come on, get your sexy ass out the door.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going. You don’t have to be pushy.” You tease, giggling as you connect his lips to yours.

Eddie drove his bike to the edge of town, turning down a dirt road and stopping when he reached the lake he apparently nicknamed “lovers lake”. He had a whole picnic packed tightly in the seat compartment of his motorcycle with all your favorite foods and treats. He even brought little candles and wine.

“This is nice Eddie, it’s really pretty here.” Your head is resting on his shoulder and you smile up at him sweetly.

“Yeah? I’m glad baby. Used to come out here in highschool in my van. Open up the back and just smoke and think, enjoy the silence. Figured it would be nice.” He smooths a hand over your hair before cupping your cheek, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“All by yourself? You didn’t bring any girls out here? That’s why they call it lovers lake, right?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him playfully.

“Ha! No, definitely didn’t bring any girls out here. Teenage Eddie wasn’t very popular with the ladies.”

“Hmm… that’s too bad, seems like a nice place to get your guts rearranged by a hot metal head, if you ask me.” You rest a hand on his chest, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

That’s how you ended up where you are now, bent over Eddie’s bike, your shorts discarded on the ground somewhere, panties pushed to the side and his tongue buried as deep inside you as possible. He insisted you keep the boots and the jacket on because it was “really doing it for him”.

“Fuck baby, you always taste so sweet.” Eddie mumbles against your core, the vibrations causing you to moan out. His skilled tongue pushes you closer to the edge with each passing second. He leans down to take your clit between his lips as his thick digits circle your entrance. He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right so they brush against your sweet spot with each stroke. It has you seeing stars, your pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers he feels like they’re going to get pushed out.

“Oh my god! Fuck, Eddie! Feels so fucking good, you always make me cum so good. Want your cock.”

“Don’t worry sugar, I’m not fucking done with you yet.” You hear the sound of his belt, followed by his zipper. He pushes his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, taking it in his hand and running it through your slick folds. “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad alpha, want your knot.” You whimper as you push back against him. He pushes into you in one breath taking thrust.

“Ah fuck, you’re always so god damn tight.” Eddie pushes his hips flush against yours, his tip brushing against your sweet spot. His hands grip onto your ass, the cool night air making his rings cold against your skin. He squeezes the flesh of your cheeks while he starts to rock into you slow and deep, teasing you.

“Eddie, faster, please, go faster.” You bounce back against him, your ass jiggling deliciously in his tattooed hands.

“Yeah? My pretty girl wants it faster?” He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside you, the sound of his hips clapping against your ass echoing through the trees. He starts to fuck into you hard and fast, your upper half resting against the plush bike seat and the tips of your boot clad feet are the only thing touching the ground.

“Mmm alpha, I need your cum. Need your knot. You make me feel so fucking full.”

Eddie leans forward, his chest pressing against your back, making his cock thrust even deeper inside you. One of his hands snakes around you to rub your clit while he brings his lips to your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses along the expanse of your throat. He shoves his nose into your scent gland and inhales, your sugary sweet scent sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You smell so fucking good omega. My omega. My sweet girl.” He nips at the skin of your neck before biting down, latching his teeth to your skin. It’s all too much. It all feels too good. The speed of the circles on your clit increases and that’s all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge.

“Ohmygod! Eddieeee, mmm fuck.” He fucks you through it before leaning up off of you to chase his own high.

“This pussy’s so fucking good. Tastes so sweet. Sucks me in so good. So tight. Fucking made for me.” His eyes don’t know where to settle, his thick cock disappearing into your creamy walls over and over again. The way your back is curved from how you’re bent over his bike. The way those fucking boots hug the top of your thighs.

“Give your cum alpha, fuck a pup into me.”

“Oh god.” His hips slap hard against yours a few more times before he’s pushing them flush against your ass, filling you with ropes of his cum. His knot starts to swell inside you and he goes to pull out so you aren’t stuck in this awkward position until it goes down but you just hook your leg around his, keeping him in place.

“No, I want your knot, Eddie. I’ll stay like this all night just to have it.”

“Jesus Christ.” You let out a little whimper that turns into a loud moan as his knot pops inside you. The feeling sending you into another mind blowing orgasm. Eddie leans his chest down against you again so he can leave loving little pecks against your cheek and rub his nose against your throat.

“That was so fucking hot.” You giggle, reaching behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah, it was, but now we’re stuck like this. So I’m gonna need you to stop laughing or we are going to be stuck here all night.” Eddie chuckles as he leans into your touch.

“Just fall back on your ass, it’ll be fine.”

He leans up, gripping your hips as he lets his ass fall back onto the ground. He lands with you on top of his lap with a gentle thud.

“Guess this isn’t so bad.” Eddie cups your cheek, turning your head to the side so he can connect your lips in a passionate kiss. No matter how many times he kisses you like this you think it’ll still make a bomb filled with butterflies go off in your stomach.

“So… how was your first lovers lake hookup?”

“World altering. Wouldn’t have wanted it to be with anyone else. I love you, sugar.”

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You giggle fondly, taking his face in your hand.

“You’ve seriously gotta stop with that cute ass giggling or I’m just gonna have to fuck you again.”

“Maybe that’s what I want?” You raise a challenging eyebrow at him, a smirk spread across your lips.

“Ohhh you’re in for it now.” He grabs your hips, manhandling you onto your hands and knees with his knot still inside you. “I can stay here all night.”

Taglist: @eddiesxangel @bimbobaggins69 @fairymunson @artistwhodoesntpost @witchyhippysstuff @djoseph-quinn @freak-of-hawkins

[rainchyna]

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐇𝐇𝐇 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

(f!reader, fluff, language, mentions of drug and alcohol use, smuttish, i've lost my touch i fear)

⏾ you didn't really care for hunter when he first joined the wwf. you didn’t exactly know who he was, you just saw him around backstage. he wasn’t exactly memorable to you, he had the basic wrestler look. 6’3, blond, muscular. not much to think about.

⏾ hunter, on the other hand, had his eyes on the prize way before signing with wwf. you had been established in the company as women’s champion at the time, the company heavily relied on you as their top female draw. you were great, the fans loved you, and your merch sold.

⏾ after he was signed, he’d just admire you from afar, you were so effortlessly cool. you've always been his wrestling crush. you were beyond talented, bombshell of a beauty, so, so sweet, and well liked by everyone. of course everyone liked you, look at you. the things he would’ve done to even be near you.

⏾ hunter began hanging out with shawn (who had essentially recruited him for the kliq) almost immediately. you and shawn were really good friends at the time, as vince had put the tag team belts on you and shawn as a joke. shawn could immediately tell that hunter had a thing for you, the way he could barely pull a proper "hello" when you're around immediately gave it away. hunter's eyes would be glued to your face, and up and down your body, he'd immediately smile and look away, slightly blushing when you'd even glance at him.

"dude, what's all that about?"

"don't. don't even, I just-.. she's.. wow."

"do you want me to introduce you-"

"yes, please."

⏾ you were somehow, magically, (backstage politically, shawn michaels sends his regards) dragged into a romance angle with hunter. he was the new signing, and the company wanted to give him a little push. so, now you two were forced to be around each other a lot. you dropped the tag belts soon there after, but kept the women's championship.

⏾ he had kept his french aristocrat gimmick from wcw, but instead of Jean Paul Levesque, he was now Hunter Hearst Helmsley. you were his ‘wife’, y/n y/l/n-helmsley, you escorted him into the ring, interfered in his matches, and cut promos with him. you spent a lot of time on and off the road with him, it's not like either of you had a choice.

⏾ you two slowly became friends, though the dynamic was a bit weird at first since he seemed to be a big fan of you. he kept up some of his 'aristocratic' behaviours, he was trying so hard to win you over. he'd hold doors open for you, always keep as seat open for you, push chairs in and out for you, carry your stuff whether it's a bag or a championship belt.

⏾ and warm up to him, you did. you thought he was really sweet, even though he'd give you 'funny eyes' when you worked out together. hunter was always complimenting you, your matches, your gear, your looks, anything. if he could find a way into your heart, he sure was going to sweet-talk his way there.

"your match was so good earlier, I watched the whole thing."

"yeah, I know. I saw you at the commentary table, burning holes into my body."

"how could I not? you're so talented, and you looked so damn gorgeous."

⏾ a friendship was beginning to blossom between you two, he was actually genuinely so lovely. it was nice for once to not be the only one sober when the rest of the kliq were either drunk or stoned off their mind. you two became the friend groups 'parents', and were often left alone when shawn, kev, scott and sean were passed out.

⏾ you could talk to him for hours about the most random things ever, whether it was wrestling, music, life, ways to get the idiots on the floor to sober up, it was just so easy to talk to him. you two had a whole lotta chemistry in real life, and it translated into the ring.

⏾ having you almost as a 'mentor' to his french gentleman character was constantly messing with his brain. it was like the really hot, popular girl tutoring the new guy in class.

⏾ you were trying to hard to teach him how to cut a babyface promo, but he just couldn't do it the way you wanted him to. he was just a natural heel. you ended up convincing vince to turn you both heel, as it would've been better for him. but, as you turned heel, vince wanted you two to turn up the sexual element of your on screen relationship.

⏾ you were now all over each other at all times, you were wearing shorter dresses, unbuttoning his white shirt before matches for him, he was constantly groping you and kissing your neck, just touchy.

⏾ you two immediately became significantly closer. the tension from your fake relationship spilling into your friendship. it was obvious, something was happening here.

⏾ you two were now hanging out without shawn, or the chaos of the kliq, just one on one. you work out together in hotel gyms, go on coffee runs because the coffee in the arena sucks, eat together in catering way before or after lunch breaks so you can be with each other in peace. sometimes, you'd just sit together just to be in each other's presence.

⏾ you and hunter were entering the mutual crush phase, and it was so beyond obvious to everyone around you.

⏾ shawn was your biggest fan, no one wanted you two to get together more than he did. he was always teasing you two, making loud kissing noises when you and hunter were doing literally anything, 'your girlfriend' to hunter's face when you were right there. shawn would even purposefully create situations where you and hunter had to be basically breathing each other's air. whether it's him taking up more space in cars so you'd be forced to sit on hunter's lap, or talking one of the boys who didn’t need much convincing into locking you two in a a tiny closet.

⏾ then degeneration-x formed, you two couldn't escape each other now.

⏾ shawn lobbied hard for you and hunter to be in the faction, and it was immediate perfection. it became a public secret that you and hunter had something going on, everyone backstage was so aware of it, and the fans began seeing it during shows. it was obvious it wasn't just the 'y/n and hunter are married' thing, even commentary would make jokes about it.

⏾ it went from casual friends, to close friends, to no one really knows what's going in with you two. now became stolen glances, hidden touches, whispered words, longing looks, painful yearning. hunter was always hugging you, his arms were always around your shoulders or you waist, hand glued to your hip, heart eyes.

⏾ you two were almost always cuddled up, hunter didn't care if people talked, he was obsessed with you. he wanted to always be near you, to be the one who made you laugh, to be the one who made you feel safe and love. he would even kiss your head and cheeks, he didn't care who saw. the relentless teasing was worth it, all the jokes and the stares. it was all worth those couple minutes of intimacy.

⏾ but he wanted more, both of you did.

⏾ it all boiled up to a moment when are four of you were on the road. shawn had stopped the car, and him and chyna went into a convenient store to buy some snacks and drinks. you and hunter were sitting in the back seat when he turned to you, and asked;

"why aren't i your boyfriend?"

"you haven't asked me-"

"can you please be my girlfriend? like please?"

"yeah, i would love that."

⏾ by the time shawn and chyna came back, you two were busy making out, not paying attention to anything but each other. shawn loudly knocked on the window, "happy for you, idiots, but not in my car." he said, chyna laughing in the background.

⏾ hunter is so obsessed with you.

⏾ hunter is also such a jealous boyfriend. it took him so long to finally have you all to himself, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you get away from him. he fucking hated the way some wrestlers backstage looked at you, sometimes even the fans at ringside pissed him off. you were his, and his alone.

⏾ he would possessively show you off. if someone in particular was annoying him, he'd pull you as close as possible to him, sometimes on his lap if he could. he'd hold and kiss you while holding eye contact with that person. he didn't give a fuck, you were his.

⏾ he'd also refuse to let you out of his sight. if you had a match, or a promo, he's there watching, the furthest he could be was gorilla. if you had to change, he was in your locker room. he was always there, but he had limits, of course. if you wanted to be left alone, he respected your boundaries.

⏾ he was so protective of you, so, so protective. he hates seeing you upset, or bothered. he would do anything to make his girl happy. he didn't care if he had to spend his entire cheque spoiling you, hunter would go to hell back to see you smile.

"is that a diamond fucking ring?"

"anything for my baby."

⏾ loves, loves, loves when you ask him to give you head. that man is a munch, i don't care what anyone thinks. especially as he gets older, baby, that alone gets him off.

⏾ absolutely adores seeing you in his clothes, specifically in his leather jackets.

⏾ super touchy. whether it's a hand around your waist, around your shoulders, finger hooked on a belt loop on your pants. hunter always needs contact, especially when emotions are high. you're the only person who he could feel genuinely and wholly vulnerable with.

⏾ huge on cheek and forehead kisses

⏾ genuinely, has a sexual thing for you sitting his lap. has something to do with him being so much bigger than you.

⏾ massive daddy kink, even worse sir kink.

⏾ also has thing for seeing you in his merch, or anything with his name on it.

⏾ literally gets so annoyed and straight up upset when you have to do anything. he wants you to just sit back and relax, he wants to take care of you all the time. hates seeing you up on your feet doing something he could do for you. he gets borderline embarrassed.

“where are you going?”

“to get.. water..?”

“water? mhm, what else do you want?”

“uhm.. a sandwich…?”

“seat your ass the fuck down, then.”

⏾ you’re so beyond spoiled in this relationship. want a sandwich? he’ll start with making his own bread from scratch. need a change of clothes? here’s his comfiest hoodie, while he does your laundry. want to paint your nails? gel, or regular polish? you want a diamond ring? do you want that lab grown or naturally mined?

⏾ when he began growing his beard, he became absolutely in love with you trimming and cleaning it up for him. he closeness, having you on his lap, the bathroom smells like aftershave and your perfume, your clothes are slightly damp and he can’t get that silly smile of his face for you to actually work.

⏾ you’re his bestest friend :(

⏾ constantly reminds you that he loves you, mostly because he’s loves hearing you telling him you love him back.

⏾ gets the most raging boners when you tug on his hair. like, this man is borderline whimpering when your fingers barely graze his scalp.

⏾ the second you’re on your knees for him, he loses his mind. it’s like he can’t breathe anymore.

⏾ LIVES between your thighs. his eyes barely open, licking and sucking, he’s humping the bed beneath him. it’s gets him off so much. (i’m obsessed w this can u tell)

⏾ sit on his face, smother him. his nose takes care of your clit. (iykyk)

⏾ “angel” and “baby” are his favourite nicknames for you.

⏾ one of his favourite things to do was to rub the fact that you’re his in the faces of your fanboys. he lived for it, it gave him an excuse to be all over you on national television. the explicitness of dx also added to him being just inappropriate on live television.

“see this? see all of this? *actively groping you*, i get to have this gorgeous, sexy woman all to myself *more groping ofc*. and you pathetic scums can’t have her, you can just watch. *groping intensifies*”

“suck it? i mean, as long as it’s this pretty little thing”

⏾ (stupidly) flirts with you like his life depends on it

“ya come here often?”

“??? we both work here.”

⏾ 5939/10, need him. need him bad

[sixhours]

Firsts - Birthday

Rating: Explicit (here be smut) Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel and Ellie, Ellie Williams, Joel Miller x f!OFC, soft!Joel, no really super soft!Joel, Joel is a sap, mostly follows canon, fluff, fluffy baby stuff, no really this is sickeningly sweet, tooth-rotting, don't forget to brush your teeth Word count: 7k

Notes: Smut and a whole lotta fluff ahead!

You can also read Firsts on AO3.

Joel blinks awake, peering into the faint light that ekes around the edges of the blackout curtains, immediately on edge, a familiar sinking feeling in his gut telling him something is wrong.

He fumbles for the alarm clock, squinting at the time.

That can’t be right.

He scrambles out of bed, heart in his throat.

There’s no fuckin’ way.

Tiptoeing over to the crib, he peers over the side. Anna is sleeping soundly on her stomach, one fist pressed to her mouth, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.

He blinks and clears the sleep from his eyes, just to be sure. She’s still breathing, still alive. His knees go weak with relief.

He creeps back to the bed, taking a seat and willing his heart to settle down.

She slept through the night.

Not even sure what to do with this information, he slides back into bed where Charlie is just beginning to stir.

“She’s…still asleep,” he says distantly.

“Mmph…what?”

“She slept through.”

Charlie blinks, looks over at the crib. “Well…holy shit.”

“Yeah. I don’t…”

“Wow.”

They look at each other in shared disbelief. Without thinking, Joel leans down and presses his lips to hers, half out of love, half out of sheer triumph.

“Hi,” she whispers when they finally part. He’s grinning, almost laughing, maybe a little manic.

He feels fucking amazing. Eight hours' sleep and he’s ready to conquer the world.

But first, he’ll start with her.

Leaning in again, he lets their lips meet tenderly, nipping at Charlie’s mouth until she sighs a deep, tremulous sigh, opening under him. He cups her face, hand cradling the delicate line of her jaw, brushing her cheek with his thumb. His hips grind into hers lightly, and he arches an eyebrow in a silent question.

“Mmm, yes,” she breathes.

Deepening the kiss, he rolls them, hand slipping under her sleep shirt to cradle the fullness of one breast, tongue darting out to lick the soft skin of her lower lip. Soon he can’t resist pushing the shirt up to see her, rich and ripe and ivory smooth. His tongue circles a nipple, gives a gentle, tender suck. She gasps and arches into him, his cue to keep going, and he does, laving at her breasts until she’s writhing beneath him.

He’s vaguely aware of her hand slipping into his boxers, then acutely aware of her stroking him. Rhythm momentarily lost, he pushes into her palm with a muffled groan. His hands wander over her soft curves, gripping at her hips, sliding down, down between her legs, finding her slick. He draws his fingers lightly back and forth, circling the way she likes, and it becomes a game to see who can get the other to break first. Then she pushes his hand away.

“Much as I…appreciate…the foreplay,” she says, panting softly. “We’re on borrowed time.”

“Mm,” he murmurs, catching her drift. They’ll need to be quick, as usual.

She throws her leg over his hip, not bothering to remove her underwear. He fumbles and pulls them aside, lines up, pushes inside.

“Hoooo-ly shit,” she gasps, at the edge of a whine, hands gripping his shoulders. “Oh, fuck, Joel–”

He’d like more time to ease into it, but they have what they have. How long has it been, anyway? Weeks?

Way too fuckin’ long.

“You good?” he rasps, stilling for a moment, letting her adjust.

She nods frantically and he growls a wordless response into the line of her jaw, kissing along it, rocking them with his hand gripping her ass, grinding into her until they’re both groaning softly and he’s buried to the hilt. Small wonder they are where they are, he thinks dully, looking down the barrel of sixty with a baby on his hip.

Her fingers dig into the meat of his bicep, other hand threading through the curls at the nape of his neck; his hair is getting long and he’s suggested cutting it, but she pouts with those sweet pink lips and shakes her head.

“I like it long,” she’ll say, eyes flashing. “More to hold.”

Just the thought has him careening toward the edge at a pace that’s frankly embarrassing. He grits his teeth and tries to think of anything other than the hot, wet clutch of her around him as they rock together. She may have indicated they should make it quick, but he has no intention of being premature about it.

The little sounds she’s making in his good ear are doing nothing to help, so he snakes a hand between them, slowing his pace to rub the rough pad of his index finger between her folds, offering her friction.

“Ohhh, fuck, yes…just like that, just–ah!”

He doesn’t trust himself to move, just lets her set the pace, writhing against him as he nips at her ear, traces the shell with his tongue, sucks at the ridge of her collarbone. When he feels her fluttering contractions, he stifles her moan with his lips and thanks fuck because he’s not going to last. A few more good thrusts and he’s coming, spilling inside her, fingers gripping the pillow by her head until his hand aches and his head is spinning.

Charlie smirks, blinking sleepily at him. He can feel the sweat at his temple and down his back as he rolls onto his side, trying to take his weight off her while keeping them joined. He nuzzles the hollow at her throat and waits for his breathing to settle, for the fog of release to clear.

“Not a bad way to wake up,” she murmurs, carding her fingers through his hair.

He gives a quiet grunt of agreement, but hasn’t found his words yet.

Then there’s a soft coo from the other side of the room.

“Uh oh,” Charlie whispers, carefully peering over Joel’s shoulder. “I think we have an audience.”

“Shiiiiiit,” he groans, pulling out with a soft hiss. He slowly looks back to find Anna standing in her crib, peering through the bars. At the sight of him she bounces on her feet and lets out a little cry of delight, raising one tiny hand and waving frantically.

Joel turns back to Charlie, face burning. “How long d’you think she’s been awake?”

She snorts a laugh and cups a hand to her mouth.

“D’you think–think she saw, uh–”

“Memory doesn’t kick in until at least two, so…if she did, she won’t remember it.”

That…does not make him feel better.

“She’s movin’ to her own room,” he grumbles. “Tonight.”

“Uh-huh,” Charlie says skeptically. “I’ve heard that before.”

“I mean it this time,” he mutters. “Movin’ her crib today. Soon as she’s down for her nap, I���m–”

Another cry, this one more insistent and accompanied by the soft smack smack of a chubby fist against the bars of the crib.

“Alright, baby girl,” Charlie sighs, slipping from the bed, stripping off her T-shirt. “We’re up.”

Joel wraps the sheet around his waist and watches as Charlie plucks Anna from the crib, swaying a little, then puts her to the breast. She barely nurses now, more interested in sticking her fingers in her mother’s mouth and nose and giggling when she gets a reaction. Charlie paces and gently redirects Anna’s grabby hands.

The sight of his partner–hair mussed, cheeks flushed, nursing their child–makes him glad to be as old as he is, otherwise he’d be starting the day with blue balls.

With that thought, Joel gets up, planting a kiss on the top of Anna’s fuzzy head, and another at Charlie’s temple.

“Gonna shower.”

Joel has just finished rinsing off when the shower curtain is pulled open and a naked, kicking baby appears, held aloft by her mother.

“Clean this, please,” she says.

He accepts the squirmy bundle and seats her against his side, adjusting the shower head so it’s not spraying in her face. Anna grins and grabs at Joel’s nose.

“Yeah, yeah. Better hope you got your mama’s,” he mutters, booping her little snub nose in return.

He grabs the rubber duck squeaky toy from the edge of the tub, offering it to her, making the sign for duck when she takes it in two chubby hands. She immediately shoves the head in her mouth and bites down hard; the duck lets out a pitiful squawk.

“Teethin’ again, huh?” he says, and she chomps on the toy even harder.

Joel reaches for the soap while she’s distracted, washing her as quickly as possible. When they’re both washed and rinsed, he wraps the baby in a towel, exchanging another kiss with Charlie as she gets into the shower.

He lets Anna loose to toddle around the bedroom while he gets dressed. She hangs onto the furniture, still hesitant about taking her first un-guided steps. He remembers Sarah doing the same thing at this age, leaving little drool trails along the edges of the furniture. He sweeps her up, tossing her on the bed and diapering her with skilled fingers.

“Alright, bug. Let’s get you dressed.” He tries to remember the sign for clothes but can’t; too early, no coffee. Ellie would know, he’ll have to ask her.

He pulls out overalls, a t-shirt, and socks, then a warm sweater for good measure. Anna rolls and wiggles and tries to crawl away as he wrestles her into the outfit piece by piece.

“Like tryin’ to dress a fish,” he mutters, making the sign for fish just to emphasize the point. Anna grins a gummy smile and grabs for his nose again. He blows a raspberry on her denim-clad belly and lets her sticky fingers grip his hair.

“Happy birthday, bug,” he whispers.

Downstairs, Joel plops her in the highchair with a smattering of frozen blueberries, freeing his hands to make breakfast.

“Birthday pancakes are a tradition in this family,” he says, signing as much as he can remember in her direction as he speaks. “You were too young to have ‘em on your sister’s birthday, but I think you’ll like ‘em.”

She gives a plaintive whine and swipes her hand across the highchair tray, scattering most of the berries to the far corners of the kitchen. She picks one of the stragglers up, carefully pinched between thumb and forefinger. Joel watches out of the corner of his eye as she sticks it into her mouth, then immediately spits it out with a trail of drool.

Yeah, definitely teething.

He’s just put the batter for the first pancake in the pan when Anna begins to fuss in earnest.

“Alright,” he sighs. “C’mere, you little gremlin.”

He balances her on one hip while watching the forming pancake, waiting for it to bubble. He’s just flipped it over when the front door opens.

“Oooh, birthday pancakes,” Ellie says in greeting. Anna nearly lurches out of Joel’s arms, both hands making grabby motions at her sister, and he fumbles to keep her upright and manage the stove at the same time.

“Take her,” Joel says. “Or the birthday pancakes are gonna be burnt-day pancakes.”

“Whoa–did you just make a pun?” She reaches out and takes Anna, who immediately tries to stuff her fingers up Ellie’s nose.

“You have no witnesses,” he says, flipping the first pancake, only slightly crispier than he’d like.

“Eh, I give it a five. Mostly for effort,” she smirks. “You’re Mr. Chipper today.”

Joel’s lips quirk in a smile. “She slept through the night.”

“Who, Charlie?”

He side-eyes her. “The baby, smartass.”

“You?” she asks, eyes on Anna, bouncing her in her arms until the baby leans over, pointing toward the floor. “You wanna get down, huh?”

“Think she’s gonna walk soon. Any day now.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

Anna holds onto the stool at the counter and looks up at Ellie with big, silver eyes. Ellie signs walk and Anna bounces up and down, then reaches up with one hand and a whine.

“Up? Again?”

“Her favorite game,” Joel grumbles, sliding the next pancake onto the plate and covering it. “Up, down, up, down, all damn day.”

Ellie holds her little sister in the air and wiggles her until she laughs, riotous and drooling.

“She spits up on you, I’m not cleanin’ it up.”

“Grumpy old man,” Ellie says, tossing her sister in the air. “Never lets us have any fun, huh?”

“Real fun gettin’ puked on.”

Anna signs down again and Ellie obliges. This time the baby drops to her hands and knees and crawls, making a beeline for something on the floor just as Charlie comes downstairs, hair damp from the shower, dressed in jeans and layers.

“First day back,” Ellie says. “You nervous?”

“A little,” she admits. “But I’m looking forward to it, too.”

It’s been a year and a half since Charlie was taken off patrol duties for maternity leave. She’s done a few shorter runs to warm up, re-trained on her weapons, but today she’ll be outside the walls for the whole day. Joel’s stomach twists at the thought, but he makes his voice light.

“She’ll be fine. I’m the one who should be nervous,” Joel says, eyeing Anna, who has crawled to the corner to find one of those errant blueberries, shoving it in her mouth before anyone can intervene. “Leavin’ me with the feral one here.”

“Yuck,” Charlie remarks, plucking the baby up, examining her sticky hands, now stained with rich purple juice and flecked with dust. She washes her at the sink before putting her back in the highchair.

“Builds her immune system,” Ellie quips. “And that’s not a nice way to talk about your kid, dude.”

“Who says I was talkin’ about her?” he smirks. “I have more than one kid, y’know.”

“Well, I know you’re not talking about me, because I’m on patrol today, too.”

“I know,” Joel says pointedly. “And you be careful, y’hear? No wanderin’ off, stay with the group, keep your–”

“‘Keep your wits about ya, eyes and ears open,’” she says in a terrible impression of his drawl. “I got it, I got it. Not my first rodeo.”

“Patrol ain’t a rodeo,” Joel grumbles, placing a plate of pancakes in front of her. “Here, eat.”

Anna lets out a faint screech of protest at the sight of Ellie’s food, frantically signing “please” until Joel drops a handful of bite-sized pancake pieces in front of her. She makes a happy burbling noise, grabbing one and squishing it in her fist before shoving it in her mouth, fist and all. For a few minutes, things are blissfully calm.

“That goes for you, too,” he says quietly to Charlie, pouring a mug of chicory coffee and holding it out. She’s digging through the fridge, pulling out the milk. “Be careful out there. Don’t gotta be a hero.”

“You said it yourself. I’ll be fine,” she says, taking the coffee with a smile and a kiss that warms his cheek.

He nods, bites the inside of his lip, silently reassuring himself. Charlie is a crack shot, capable, steady handed with a sharp eye. A few more runs to get her feet under her and she’ll be back to leading patrols again. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

“Oh, the cake’s in the fridge,” Charlie says. “I asked them to set aside our dinner at the kitchen so we don’t have to cook, but you need to pick it up.”

“Think Anna and I can manage that. Right, bug?”

He turns toward her and does a double take. In the five minutes she’s had her food, Anna has managed to get blueberry juice and pancake crumbs from the tips of her fingers to the roots of her hair. She smacks the tray in front of her and grins with berry-streaked teeth.

Ellie, whose table manners are only marginally better, has already finished her plate, too.

“Shit, forgot my gloves,” she says, hopping off the stool with her mouth still half full. “Meet you over there?”

“Will do,” Charlie says, sipping at her coffee. Ellie is out the door before Joel can finish saying goodbye, and Charlie turns to him, fixes him with her silver stare. “You sure you’ll be alright?”

He sighs and leans back against the counter, nursing his own mug. “Be just fine,” he says. “Nothin’ I haven’t done before.”

And it’s true, he doesn’t mind staying back. He never had the privilege of seeing Ellie’s childhood, and he saw a lot less of Sarah’s than he wanted to. Most days it felt like she spent more time with Tommy or the Adlers than him, a source of guilt that still gnaws at him, absent from so many hours in a life cut short. He was always missing something, always late, always falling short.

Things are different with Anna in so many ways, but at least in this life, he gets to be there for it, blueberry-stained fingers and all.

They say their goodbyes at the door, Anna perched on Joel’s hip.

“You’ll come back,” he says, softer than he means to, and Charlie just nods. They embrace, the baby squished awkwardly between them.

“Wave to mama,” he says around the lump in his throat, and Anna does, dutifully flapping her hand until Charlie is down the street and out of sight.

“Dunno why we bother with the shower,” Joel sighs, looking the baby over when it’s just the two of them. “Y’look like you ate a damn Smurf.”

It takes another half hour to clean Anna and get her dressed to go out, several wipe-downs and a fresh outfit and everything short of a second bath before she’s bundled in her snowsuit and strapped to Joel’s back. Thankfully she’s still portable and happy to be carried, or the morning errands would take that much longer.

His first stop is the greenhouse, to pick up their share of vegetables for the week, meager as it is this time of year. Their neighbor, Marjorie, is doling out shares when Joel steps up to the counter. She coos at Anna, talking in a sing-song baby-talk voice.

“Aw, is someone giving Mommy a break today?”

Joel bites the inside of his cheek and forces a smile. End of the fuckin’ world and the Mr. Mom jokes are just as annoying as they were back when he was toting Sarah around. He’s about to brush it off when a voice carries over his shoulder.

“I should hope he’s taking care of his own child. You make it, you take it.”

Joanie, the midwife, pushes past them in her usual brusque manner. For once, he’s happy for her sharp tongue.

Marjorie isn’t fazed, only greets the gray-haired midwife and hands her a bag of garlic and onions and sprouts, then turns back to Joel.

“It’s a wonder you have so much energy,” she continues breezily. “I just don’t know what I’d do if I had a little one at our age.”

Never mind that Marjorie is at least ten years his senior, he’s not even the oldest father in Jackson–there are plenty of older parents, although most of them are adoptive. Still, most folks aren’t tactless enough to mention it.

Joanie seems to have moved on, so Joel is left to his own devices with a response.

“We manage,” he grits out. “You have a good day, Mrs. Allan.”

She opens her mouth, probably to say something even more offensive, but he’s already out the door. If anyone gives him shit later, he’ll use his bad hearing as an excuse.

Next, he swings by the caf to pick up their dinner for the night. It’s nothing fancy–a canister of soup and a fresh loaf of bread–but it will be nice to have a family meal at home, no interruptions from well-meaning neighbors about council business, and trying to keep Anna focused on her food during the hustle and bustle of community dining is a challenge. Joel is reminded why–aside from financial reasons–they rarely dined out when Sarah was little.

The kitchen staff fawn over the baby while they wait for their food. None of them seem to have opinions on his age or his fitness as a parent, for which he’s grateful, and they chat with Anna in normal, adult tones. She can’t hear, but the kid soaks up their attention nonetheless, grinning from ear to ear and flapping her hands when she gets excited. José, the head chef, hands Joel an extra biscuit as they’re leaving.

”Is stale,” he says in a thick accent, miming biting motions. “Good for new teeth, yes?”

Joel thanks him and pockets the biscuit for later, then they walk across the street to the Jackson library, where a small crew is working on a renovation inside. He can’t enter the construction area with the baby on his back, but he checks in with the foreman so he can update Maria on the status, marveling to himself how much like old times it is–for better or worse. There’s talk of creating a children’s library, but supplies are scarce and there are multiple projects competing for the council’s attention. They’ll probably have to hold a community-wide vote in the spring.

Joel doesn’t have a head for politics. Anna doesn’t, either, because she starts fussing as the conversation turns to resource management, smacking him on the shoulders as if to say, “It’s time to go.”

“Lookit her,” the foreman says. “She’ll be runnin’ this place soon enough.”

“Think she already is,” Joel mutters, wondering if this is what his horse feels like as she kicks him lightly in the ribs.

They take a breather in the square to look at the Christmas tree. It’s quiet, so Joel unstraps Anna, much to the relief of his back, and lets her roam while she chews on her biscuit. One mittened hand in his, she toddles alongside him on unsteady feet, distracted by the lights, the snow underfoot, the baubles on the tree. She points and gestures in sign, most of which only she can understand even if she weren’t wearing gloves and holding a biscuit, but he catches a few–”daddy” is one, and the fist-waving motion they’ve collectively decided means “Ellie.” He talks back in his own limited combination of spoken word and sign; even if he’s not making sense, at least she knows he’s listening.

When she inevitably drops the biscuit in favor of trying to put the snow in her mouth, he sweeps her up and walks to the tree, letting her grab at the branches and ornaments. It’s not her first Christmas–that was five days after she was born–but it’s the first one she’s fully alert for, and the wonder in her eyes is enough to make Joel feel some of that Christmas spirit everyone likes to go on about.

Eventually he plops her back into the carrier for the walk to the town hall, the old gymnasium that serves as a gathering space with a row of small offices off the back. Maria is working in one of the smaller rooms when they arrive, seated at a desk with a pile of ledgers and files in front of her while three-year-old Isabel plays with stacking blocks on the floor. The little girl grins up at him, waving one of her blocks.

“Unca Jo!”

“Hey, kiddo,” he says, feeling that bittersweet pull in his chest at the sight of her. Curly brown hair and dark skin, she looks an awful lot like Sarah did at that age. “Wanna play with your cousin for a bit?”

“Baby!” Isabel says.

“Mornin’,” Joel greets Maria, unstrapping Anna from the carrier and extracting her from her snowsuit. Thanks to Isabel’s presence, the office has already been baby-proofed. “Take it Tommy’s outside today?”

“He’s on the wall,” she says. “How’s Charlie holding up?”

“Good, I hope,” he grimaces, then looks up, concerned. “Why? You heard somethin’?”

“No, but no news is good news. I’m sure they’re fine. I just recall my first few runs after Izzy being…an adjustment.”

“Oh, I remember,” he smirks, thinking of Tommy, not yet confident in his solo-parenting abilities, and more than one frantic knock on Joel’s door.

“And how about you?” Maria asks. “Behaving for the birthday girl?”

She smiles, watching as Anna zeroes in on one of Isabel’s toys and crawls over to investigate. The kids play side-by-side well enough. As much as Anna adores Ellie, Joel is grateful she’ll have someone closer in age to grow up with–not unlike him and Tommy, he thinks.

“We’re gettin’ by,” he says. “She slept through last night, so this is probably as good as it’s gonna get.”

“Wow,” she whistles, holding up a ledger. “Then you’ll be more awake for this than me.”

They go over the next week’s patrol schedule, the expansion renovations on the library, and supplies for repairs at the clinic. He’s taken on more responsibility in the community in an effort to stay closer to home, which means working with his sister-in-law more often than not. They may have gotten off to a rocky start, but they’ve made a tenuous peace in the months since Anna was born. As Tommy was quick to point out, they have more in common than they’d like to admit.

Eventually, they’re interrupted by a rising shriek from the corner.

“Mine! Mine! Noooo, mine!”

The peaceful play has dissolved into a fight over one of the toys–a block, nearly identical to all the other blocks, but Isabel has decided this one is special.

Yep, just like him and Tommy, he thinks, sighing.

There’s wailing from both parties, fat crocodile tears in Anna’s eyes and a lower-lip pout for maximum sympathy.

“Isabel, are you sharing?” Maria asks, the exasperation in her voice suggesting she already knows the answer.

“No! Mine!” Izzy says, holding the block tightly to her chest as Anna grabs for it again.

“Her favorite word,” Maria mutters as Joel reaches down to pick Anna off the floor. “She’s too little to share, baby. She doesn’t understand.”

“Mine,” Isabel huffs. “No baby.”

“Think we’ve done as much as they’ll let us,” Joel says. “Time to get this one down for a nap, anyway.”

“Wanna trade?” Maria asks as they separate the cousins, a tired smile gracing her lips.

“Not a chance in H-E-L-L,” Joel chuckles, wrestling Anna back into her snowsuit before hefting her onto his hip. She tucks her head under his chin, sniffling. He remembers the three-year-old attitude all too well, temper tantrums and power struggles galore. The Miller genes run strong that way, and he’ll have his fair share soon enough. “We’ll see you for dinner tonight?”

“Right. Hopefully this one is in better spirits…although somehow I doubt it.”

“Good luck,” he says, and he means it.

He opts to hold Anna rather than bothering with the carrier. She’s too tired to wiggle around, anyway, gnawing on one fist and whimpering her displeasure into his neck as they walk the few blocks home.

“I know,” he murmurs, hoping the rumble in his chest will soothe her since his hands aren’t free. “Your uncle an’ I were a lot like that growin’ up, always gettin’ into spats over things. You an’ Iz will have to figure your shit out just like we did. Might be a pain in your ass, but family’s family.”

Anna offers a displeased grunt and a whine in response.

“Yeah, that’s about how it goes,” he sighs.

At home, Joel puts away the food and digs a bottle out of the fridge to warm over the stove. Charlie has mentioned weaning soon, and he tries to imagine a day when they aren’t washing bottles and their freezer isn’t full of breastmilk. It’s almost as impossible to believe that a year ago, he could hold this same child one-handed, the scant length of her fitting easily along his forearm.

Anna clings to his shirt and fusses while he paces and waits for the bottle to heat. His own damn fault, they should have been home an hour ago.

“It’s comin’, baby girl.”

When the milk is finally warm through, he picks up Anna and the bottle and takes them into the living room, collapsing in the rocker with a groan, the kind that would inspire a whole lot of lip from Ellie if she were here to hear it. Anna can hold her own bottle, but she lets him do the honors today, as if sensing he’s feeling some way about it. Within minutes, she’s looking up at him with long, sleepy blinks as her jaw works, lulled by the rocking motion and the rumble of a low lullaby in his chest.

Oh I’d like to visit the moon,

On a rocket ship high in the air,

Yes I’d like to visit the moon,

But I don’t think I’d like to live there.

Though I’d like to look down at the earth from above,

I would miss all the places and people I love,

So although I might like it for one afternoon,

I don’t want to live on the moon.

Soon she drifts off and rather than put her to bed, he holds her, savoring the quiet and the weight of her in his arms, because all too soon she won’t fit there, won’t want to be carried or rocked or sung to sleep.

He’s in no rush.

The afternoon passes in a blur of laundry, snacks, and entertaining the world’s grumpiest post-nap baby.

“You take after your sister,” he mutters, bouncing her through another round of jagged fussing. “Naps piss her off, too.”

He finds a frozen washcloth in the freezer and puts her in the highchair with it. She chews on the cloth angrily for a minute or two, then throws it on the floor and wails. They repeat the cycle–pick up cloth, chew, throw, scream–while he finishes the morning dishes. He thinks about taking her for another walk, but decides against it; wrestling her into the snowsuit when she’s already fussy will only cause them both grief and probably give him a fuckin’ headache.

So it’s back to the baby carrier she goes, on his front this time so she can bury her face in his chest while she gnaws on her fist and he does what he can to clean; laundry, sweeping old blueberries off the floor, picking up around the kitchen.

Then he plops her down in the middle of the living room with a basket of toys and joins her on the floor, figuring at least if she’s crawling around, she’ll work off some energy. She’s still fussy but climbing over him and chewing on one of the little wooden dinosaurs he carved provides a momentary distraction. He tips his head back on the arm of the couch and lets his eyes close for a second; a full night’s sleep and he’s still fuckin’ wiped.

Gettin’ too old for this shit, a voice whispers in the back of his head, but it’s soon drowned out by a whine. He’s brought fully back to the moment by two hands smacking his cheeks and a slobbery wet kiss on his nose.

“Caught me sleepin’ on the job, huh, bug?” he murmurs. She flutters her hands in response, more baby signs. He pulls her in, lets her nuzzle her snotty nose in the crook of his neck while he rubs a hand up and down her back. She calms, and he feels a swell of pride through his exhaustion. He’s old as dirt and his back is killing him, but he’s still good for something, at least.

When the front door opens around five, they’re back to pacing and bouncing, Joel holding on to the last shred of his sanity and Anna voicing her disapproval. Charlie is visibly tired but otherwise intact.

“Uneventful,” she says, just as Joel opens his mouth to ask how the patrol went. “All’s clear. Ellie is showering. How did it go?”

The knot of tension he’s carried around all day gradually unwinds. Everyone is back inside the walls and safe…if not happy. As if to make the point, Anna reaches out to her mother, frantically making the sign for mama through her tears.

“It, uh…went better this morning.”

Charlie takes Anna, relief written in the lines that smooth from her brow as soon as the baby is settled in her arms, a missing piece slotted back into place.

“I’m going to get cleaned up and nurse her before everyone shows up.”

“Be my guest,” Joel sighs, rubbing at his neck. “She's pretty tired of her old man.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Charlie says, mock frowning as Anna wraps her pudgy arms around her mother’s neck and makes offended cooing noises into her cheek. “Let’s go upstairs and you can tell me all about it, okay, sweet girl?”

Anna gives a tiny, muffled whimper in answer.

When they’re gone, his ears are ringing with the lingering quiet. Joel busies himself with all the things he meant to do before Charlie got home–he folds the laundry, picks up the living room, and puts the soup on low to reheat while he chops vegetables. An hour passes, so he climbs the stairs, suspecting Charlie has drifted off while nursing. It’s been a long day, and it wouldn’t be the first time. But he finds her awake, freshly showered and sitting up in bed with Anna at her breast.

“They’ll be here soon,” he says softly, easing the bedroom door open.

“Thanks…we'll be down in a minute,” she whispers. There’s a hitch in her voice that resets that tightness in his chest.

“What’s wrong? Somethin’ happen?”

“No…it’s nothing,” she whispers. She’s cupping Anna’s head, smoothing her fluffy dark hair. There’s the glint of tears on Charlie’s cheeks and his stomach sinks.

“Is it the patrols? ‘Cause you don’t have to do ‘em. It ain’t like before,” he says, thinking of all those times he left Sarah behind to bring in a paycheck. “I can ask Maria to–”

“No, no,” she shakes her head, looking up. “Patrol was…good. I–I felt more like…myself out there. Strong. Capable.”

She smiles then, almost beams, and his heart skips.

“It reminded me…I’m not just a–a walking milk machine,” she sniffs, chuckling wetly.

“You’re more than that,” he murmurs, coming over to take a seat on the edge of the bed. Anna is breathing slow and deep, suckling occasionally, eyelashes fluttering–milk drunk.

“It’s just…going so fast,” Charlie whispers. “It feels like yesterday she was this tiny little thing. I swear she got bigger in the hours I was away.”

“Yeah,” Joel sighs, all too familiar with the paradox; how all those long nights add up to the blink of an eye. “Yeah…they do that.”

“I’m not ready for her to grow up,” she sighs. “But I guess I don’t have a choice, huh?”

“‘Fraid not. We still have a few years left, though,” he murmurs, reaching up to trace the line of her jaw, catching a stray tear on his thumb. “She’s gonna need us for a while.”

She gives him a sad half-smile and he leans in, lets their lips meet tenderly. He’s shit with words, but this is their language. It’s the one that put them here, after all.

Then there’s a soft whine and a tiny hand smacks his cheek. He breaks the kiss, looks down, finds Anna still latched, scowling up at him.

Charlie laughs, a throaty, lovely sound. “You’re encroaching on her territory.”

“I was here first,” he mumbles, bending down to nuzzle at the baby’s soft, pink cheek. He peppers her with kisses, soaks up the scent of her, fresh shampoo and milk, then pretends to nibble on her fingers until she cackles.

“Little punk,” he says, punctuating the word with a final kiss.

“I notice you didn’t move the crib,” Charlie says, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well. Maybe she can stay in here a little longer. ‘Specially if she keeps sleepin’ through the night.”

There’s the creak of an opening door downstairs and a familiar voice calls up.

“S’up assholes? Where’s the party!”

“Be down in a minute, El,” Joel calls over his shoulder before turning back to Charlie, catching her eye. “Sure you’re alright?”

“Go on,” she nods. “We’ll be down soon.”

Joel makes to leave but finds himself lingering at the door, catching one last look before his family’s chaos descends on their home. He points at himself, crosses his fists over his chest, then points to them.

I love you.

Charlie’s slow blink and a smile is all the answer he needs.

He goes downstairs, finds Ellie in the kitchen, investigating the soup bubbling on the stove. Without preamble, he goes over and pulls her into a hug, letting the embrace linger a little longer than usual. She’ll be eighteen in a few months.

It really does go by too fast.

She looks up at him warily when he finally pulls away. “Uhhh, what was that for? Are you dying?”

“Jesus,” he sighs. “No, I ain’t dyin’. Can’t I hug my kid?”

“Hmm, I guess,” she says. “When’s everyone getting here? I’m starving.”

As if on cue, there’s a knock at the front door, the sound of someone letting themselves in.

“Looks like…now,” he sighs. “I’ll finish up here, you greet the crazy train?”

“Roger that.”

Soon the house is full, the sounds of conversation and laughter drifting from the living room as they settle in. Maria and Charlie compare notes on weaning, Tommy and Ellie rag on Joel’s cooking (“I didn’t even make most of it, you assholes”), and the kids only have to be gently separated and redirected a few times.

Later, there’s cake and strawberry ice cream. Isabel helps to blow out the candle while Anna blinks up at everyone, overwhelmed by the sudden audience. She digs into her slice of cake at first tentatively, then with gusto, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing it into her mouth with a pleased humming sound. She opens a few presents with help from Isabel–some board books, a carved wooden brontosaurus to add to her collection of chew toys, a quilt made from clothing scraps.

It’s a humble celebration as most of them are, but it’s theirs.

It’s long past Anna’s bedtime when Tommy, Maria, and Isabel leave. It’s a special day and the baby is in good spirits, so Charlie sets her in the highchair and puts a record on the turntable while the three of them clean up.

Or, Joel and Charlie clean up–Ellie is supposed to be sweeping, but she’s mostly dancing around the kitchen making silly faces. Anything to make the baby laugh. And then she spins one spin too many and crashes into Joel just as he’s rinsing the last of the plates.

“Whoa,” he says, turning and catching her before she crashes to the floor. “Easy, kiddo. Gonna hurt yourself with those two left feet a’ yours.”

“You have two left feet, jerk.”

“Do not. Here,” he says, drying his hands on a towel before holding them out.

“You’re so lame,” she says, but she takes his hands.

“Now–stand on my feet.”

“I’m pretty sure the point of dancing is not to step on your partner’s feet, dude.”

“Just do it.”

“I’m gonna crush you!”

“You won’t, you’re puny,” he teases. “C’mon. Used to do this with Sarah all the time.”

Ellie giggles. “Alright, but don’t fucking blame me if you throw your back out again.”

“Not gonna,” he says. “Ready?”

“Ready,” she grins, carefully stepping onto the tops of his toes. It’s a balancing act, and when they’re finally somewhat stable, he moves, picking up their combined feet in an awkward shuffling crab walk. Soon her giggling devolves into full-on laughter, until she gives up on trying to balance in favor of wrapping her arms around his waist to hold on. Even Charlie has stopped drying the dishes and turned to watch, lips quirked in amusement.

Joel smirks at her over the top of Ellie’s head. “Wanna turn?”

As if on cue, Anna screeches from her highchair, hands stuck straight out in front of her, fingers opening and closing in the universal gesture for gimme.

“Think someone wants to cut in,” he says to Ellie, giving her one last squeeze before she hops off his feet and goes to her sister.

“Alright, crotch goblin. Show us your moves.”

Ellie takes the baby and pretends to fly her through the air before landing her like a rocket ship, complete with fake engine noises, then holds her hands so she can walk over to Joel. He tries to put her feet on his, but she’s too excited, bouncing on the tips of her toes, so he settles for letting her continue to bounce until Joel has to stand up to save his back. He takes her with him, tossing her into the air to the sound of her delighted giggles, again and again, until the giggles turn into belly laughs.

“Dude, she’s gonna puke on you,” Ellie says. “She’s got that look.”

“No she ain’t,” he says, tossing her again for good measure, rewarded with another cackle.

“She is! You said–”

“I’m barely even–”

He’s interrupted by the wet splat of spit-up down the front of his shirt.

There’s a long pause where Joel can only stare at the little girl held out in front of him as she chews on one finger and giggles, unbothered by the mess. Ellie is the first to break the silence, howling with laughter as she collapses against the counter.

“Ain’t that funny,” Joel mutters.

“It really fucking is,” she wheezes, gasping for breath. “Dude, I warned you.”

He glances at Charlie, whose lips are pressed in a hard line, obviously trying to smother her laughter for his sake.

“Oh, go on,” he mutters, handing the baby over. “Take this one. Need to change my damn shirt.”

Upstairs, he strips off his soiled flannel and undershirt, digging through a basket of laundry to find a clean tee. He half-smiles to himself, shaking his head as he finds the little yellow sleeper tucked in the bottom, part of a pile of things ready to go to the trading post. He holds it up, remembering when it was too big, nostalgia flaring bright in his chest.

With a soft huff, carefully folds the sleeper and sets it on top of the pile, glancing at his watch in the process. The face is still shattered, the hands still frozen in time, and suddenly the ache of Anna’s fading babyhood is a welcome one.

The sound of laughter echoes up the stairwell like music, bringing him back. Joel shrugs on a fresh shirt and pauses on the landing, exhaustion and contentment settling over him as he listens to his family.

He grips the watch over his wrist, giving it a light squeeze, then walks downstairs to rejoin them.

[c-schroed]

Why Not Watch Some Movies Set in 2025?

Another new year has just begun, and I love to start it with a look back to how some people years ago envisioned this specific year to be (just like last year). So, I'll share with you my list of movies set in the year of 2025, based on this gorgeous Wikipedia list.

Of course, some of the movies listed there don't provide much of a vision, because they're set just a few years in the future. So, I'll focus on movies that are at least ten years old, reducing my Get Ready For '25 watchlist to 11 entries. Future me will edit this post, adding a quick review to each film after I've watched it. So, let's have a look at the movies, after the cut.

Endgame (Original title: Bronx Lotta Finale). The oldest entry in the list comes from 1983, and it shows us a run-of-the-mill post-apocalyptic New York. Seemingly, some nuclear war has happened (around 1990, as a clever Wikipedia writer deduces based on the technology shown in the film), leaving a wasteland filled with scavengers and telepathic mutants. Oh, and hunters and gladiators who fight to death for a TV show called Endgame. A Boy And His Dog meets The Running Man, as it seems. One could start worse, I guess, though the writer/director worked under a pseudonym for this, which I admit is not the best of omens. PS: I usually look at places like Youtube and Dailymotion if someone uploaded some of the older flicks, and on this lil quest I among others found a German dubbed version with Hungarian voice-over of this originally Italian flick. So if you happen to understand Hungarian (I don't), have fun with this truly pan-european edition! Wow. I admit that this flick was a better start than I anticipated. It's still not great, but the first third is very entertaining, with some nicely choreographed fights. Very wrestling-esque, very sweet. However, then all of a sudden the whole gladiator fight TV show stuff ends, and instead we get some "Bring these guys to this place" plot instead. Entertaining The Running Man ripoff becomes less entertaining Mad Max 2 ripoff. 5 out of 10 points. Oh, and I solved the riddle of the director's pseudonym: He usually made smut films, so I guess he did not want to confuse his smut film fans by putting his smut film persona into the credits of this relatively non-smut production.

Future Hunters. A movie from 1986, and yet another post-apocalyptic world. Some rebel group search for the Spear of Destiny, which allows them to travel back in time. So, I'm afraid most of the film will not happen in 2025, but 39 years earlier, where the Spear has to be reunited with its shaft (the Shaft of Destiny, I guess?) to break its curse. Or so. Raiders of the Lost Ark seems to meet Terminator, here. And we even have Robert Patrick in one of his first leading roles, five years before becoming a real Terminator. I am indeed disappointed by how little a role the year 2025 plays. The Guy From The Future even dies within the first ten minutes, and afterwards it's The Adventures of I-Wanna-Be-an-Anthropologist-One-Day And Her Boyfriend Who Will Later Play The T-1000. Poor female protagonist hardly passes the Sexy Lamp Test – The plot needs her exactly one (1) time, and this is in fact the number an actual lamp is needed for the plot, too! I admit, though, that the final third of this wild ride is a bit entertaining. Still, a movie that makes you rethink your new year's traditions. 3 out of 10 points.

Futuresport. This one is from 1998, and it was made directly for TV. The eponymous sport of the year 2025 is a mix of basketball, baseball and hockey that uses hoverboards and rollerblades, and it is used as a less lethal alternative for gang warfare. Specifically, this sport shall be used to decide who will rule over the Hawaiian Islands. When looking at this synopsis, I can't stop thinking about one of my favourite movies, the 1975 sci-fi classic Rollerball. Rollerball is set in the year of 2018, so maybe I can spin me some head canon that has Futuresport developing from Rollerball. We'll see. Nevermind that head canon dream of mine, this has nothing in common with Rollerball. It's quite entertaining, though, I'll give it that. Of the 2025 visions so far, this one is the first to show a bit of imagination, with Borg camera operators and President Chelsea. Nice. And even a Beyond Belief moment. I liked movies for less. 6 out of 10 points.

Timecop 2: The Berlin Decision. A 2003 direct-to-video sequel to the Jean-Claude Van Damme flick of 1994. Timecop part one was set in 2004, and 21 years later, in the sequel, some guy is sent to Berlin of the past. To kill Hitler. Oh my. This could be quite the ride. I think I watched part one when I was young, but I can't remember much. So maybe this year is a good opportunity for a rewatch of this Van Damme flick - though I don't think it will be needed to understand part two. The double feature DVD box is cheap to get, so we'll see. Part one is indeed not needed to understand part two. But one scene in part one makes part two quite hilarious, so I don't regret watching both. Due to quite some mangling with the timeline, however, there's not much to learn about the year of 2025. Except that we have tazers that can fry someone's brain. And that Tesla Cybertrucks kinda exist for more than 20 years already. Quite the dystopia. Oh, and at one point they indicate that all the time crimes have their court hearings and judgements before a Time Cop is sent back in time to in fact arrest the convict. Which makes sense. They're time travelers, they can get back and grab the guy whenever they want. Why not get all the the paperwork done beforehand? It still is at best a mildly entertaining flick, that most of the time looks like an okay-ish TV episode. 5 out of 10 points.

Negadon, the Monster from Mars. A 2005 animated kaiju short film from Japan, wherein a mars mission brings some monster back to earth. Which of course has to be fought with some huge robot. Sounds okay, and we're talking about 25 minutes to spend. So why not. Aww. That one was quite lovely. I mean, the character animations were straight from the Uncanny Valley, and the story was pure cliché. But it has these clumsy indie production vibes that you don't get to see very often these days. Plus, we learn that in this version of 2025 we went to the mars to start terraforming it. With nuclear weapons that melt the poles. Get nuked, Mars! 6 out of 10 points.

Repo Men. A 2010 film that shows us a 2025 where bio-mechanical organs are rented to people in need. If they can't afford the organs any more, well, the repossession is quite bloody. So basically it's 2008's Repo! The Genetic Opera, but without the cool singing. I watched this movie when it was in cinemas, and it was okayish. So, time for a rewatch. Well. Obviously the story is a bit too optimistic regarding the 2025 state of bioengineering. On the other hand, a huge and expensive organ retrieval system is so stupid that any current supermarket's self-service checkout would easily outsmart it. Oh. And I totally forgot that this flick copies not only Repo! The Genetic Opera, but also Terry Gilliam's marvellous Brazil. If this is done deliberately, though, then it's not done well, unfortunately. Which is a terrible pity. And it's even more of a pity how Repo Men starts as a razor-sharp satire that takes cutthroat capitalism word for word, and ends as a run of-the-mill action flick whose ending betrays the biting social commentary of the exposition. 6 out of 10 points. Well, at least the Repo Men DVD has some nice extras.

Zebraman 2: Attack on Zebra City. Some Japanese superhero flick from 2010, of course it's a sequel to a film called Zebraman, from 2004, wherein a teacher starts to fight crime in the costume of his childhood TV hero. The sequel is set 15 years after part one (so yes, Zebraman 2 is produced in the year that Zebraman 1 is set in), and Tokyo is renamed to Zebra City and now has a "Zebra Time", a daily period of five minutes where all crime is legal, but presumed criminals will be attacked by the "Zebra Police". This could be hilarious, The Purge on speed (before the first part of The Purge even existed!), but I'll keep my expectations low. And I'll try to watch part one first, because Zebraman 2 seems to use a lot of its characters.

Pacific Rim. A 2013 instant classic. In 2025, giant kaijus must be fought with giant mechas (just as in Negadon; see above). Gosh, I love this one, but spouse hasn't seen it yet. And is highly sceptical. But when if not this year should one give this a try, right?

Hot Tub Time Machine 2. Four guys are sent ten years into the future by the eponymous bathing device, to find someone who tried to kill one of them. I absolutely did not like the first part, so I really feel tempted to skip this.

Mountains May Depart. A 2015 Chinese drama spanning a time from 1999 to 2025. The synopsis is full of love-triangles and family drama, so I don't suspect much of a vision of the future. Plus, it seems to be rather hard to get, so maybe I'll skip this one, too.

Ten Years. Also from 2015, this movie from Hong Kong speculates about what the semi-autonomous Hong Kong will be in ten years from then, with human rights and freedoms gradually diminishing as the influence of the Chinese government increases. I'm very curious about this one!

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Jude chapter 2 silly but kinda detailed summary

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ any pretty translation you may see in here may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. this is a sort of summary as well. if you enjoy, though, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

for some ungodly reason jude and ellis r in kates room the moment she woke up and judes not lookin very appy hes like how long r ya gon sleep for ya bloody pleb and ellis is like haaii gm kate 🌸✨✨ and then jude like “get ready in 3 seconds” while holdin her chin. again, for some reason lmao

ok turns out we goin to their other jobs at a company called raven co

and ellis tells kate they got shops overseas too (wow jude got a boomin business) and they sell stuff in a lotta places and allat jazz. anw some dude greets kate and the others and thinks that kate is ellis gf. kates like umm no and hes like so ur the boss’ gf?

then he gets judes boot before kate can reply and judes like

Jude: It’s all yappin’ with ya so early in the mornin’, I see.

J: If ya gonna yap useless things, how ‘bout ya use that mouth o’ yours to do a bit more o’ your job?

J: If ya want a pay cut though, that’s a separate matter.

turns out the dudes name is theodore walker. 21 y/o. employee. first impression: bright dude

so kate asks ellis what his role is and hes like “hmm lets see, being a guard, preparing for guests, confirming clients, brewing up a storm…” and kate here thinkin wait a damn minute i have a feeling i heard smth real violent just now and then is like do you do anything else and well ellis responds with more violent words with a 😊 face. kate is like i thought i got myself into an evil org then jude comes in like

Jude: Well this evil company’s boss got some work cut out for ya.

she gotta sort out these letters (a loott of letters…) and judes like “if ya worked as a letter carrier ya mustve had to sort out letters before gettin breakfast”

ok so apparently judes kate just blurts out things w/o thinkin 💀 bc this time shes like well if hes gonna make fun of me (jude calls her princess but /neg) then challenge accepted! and then is like “ok bet i will get this done ez pz 🍋 squeezy” and judes got that shit eatin grin on his face like “that ya will do by the time i get back”

they r indeed still in their enemies era. her only saving grace now is ellis’ kind smile. ellis to the rescue! ⛓️🫶✨

omg ellis is actually an angel here he helps kate when he can sorting out letters and hes like gj today kate. you managed to do sm on ur own, u should be proud of urself and kate is like hes so kind… (yes he is!)

ah yes we cant escape the ellis is sweet as jam™️ allegations here

kate asks ellis why he joined crown and tldr its bc vic reached out to jude and jude said ok

Kate: But did you have to get caught up in all this too…?

Ellis: But——he made a promise with me.

As he said this, Ellis’ eyes narrowed softly.

Kate: …A promise?

Ellis: I’m waiting for Jude to reach the happiest moment of his life.

E: And I need to be by his side to see that moment.

[ insert some lines im too lazy to tl here ]

Ellis: But, it seems that moment just doesn’t want to come. …It’s like Jude is always unhappy.

jude comes in the door like yall so damn annoyin and is like stop yappin bout she don’t need to know. but ellis is like but its her job as fairytale keeper. and kate is like “i have a question for u too jude! why do u have ellis by ur side?” jude responds like “none ya damn business” but one tinie push from ellis and jude lets out a resigned sigh and speaks on it and is like hes got physical strength and a good ability. cant let that sorta value slip by. that said his heads got some screws loose so

and kate is like omg! he answered me!!

(So Jude has Ellis by his side so he can use his abilities at his convenience,)

(and Ellis wants Jude to fulfill his wish, I guess?)

They kept one another by each other’s side to help realize what the other wants.

——If I were to put into words what their relationship would be, it would be ‘a contractual relationship.’

That was the day I had gotten my hands on valuable information on Jude for the first time.

ko-fi☕️ ┊ comms🤍

NOTE: i forgot to mention that i can take comms to tl judes main story chapters, avatar mission stories, and his side stories in full, as ciele, the one whos gonna tl his story, said that i could tl chapters from his story too. the turnaround time per chapter is usually around 1–2 days from the time i start it. (for jude it might be closer to 2 days.)

[namedr]

Wow, you are making a gameeeee!!!

YEAHHHH I AM!! Learning Godot while writing the story stuff on the side. It's not gonna be anything large but just something to finally actually make a game instead of just dreaming about it.

We're doing a thing where you play as a cop and interrogate a person who's killed a lotta people, but with just the added thing of how in like a cyberpunk setting, 70 years in the future with mass surveillance, it would be incredibly hard to get away with multiple murders let alone one, so I think it might be cool to explore how they still got away with it for a long time. The idea is that Ima use the hitwoman chara I've been animating as the one being interrogated (attached images for a memory refresher). I think it's a nice fit because a hired assassin would probably take extra precautions to keep their anonymity, especially in the future.

It's mostly just the interrogation room and maybe a break room to discuss with coworkers so i think we wouldnt get overwhelmed by our ineptitude in 3d either since i can just make the interactions 2d animated

Been researching the fuck out of interrogation techniques and read a few books on how cops bait a confession out of people

Idk when id have anything to show since im still focusing on just normally animating but hopefully sooner than later ill make this real

[residentialsinyomakai]

Hello hello!!! Guess what. Yokai art dump below the cut!! So cool and shiny wow

Its true, I do >u<

I'll try and section these and give the usual explanations below! Image ID for more drawing specific inksplanation.

Click for full image! Since a lotta these are weirdly shaped they were cut off....augh...

McKraken and Maddiman related doodlesssss they're some of my faves <3 i will always love them even if they're not my focus characters atm (well. McKraken kinda is rn but also Babblong so YAY)

Misc. Yokai and ocs! The frog is Kerosque, the guy w the swirly pompadour thing is Swiss, and the monkey is Romono (although he's a Regretevator OC from FOREVER ago, he's still my son <33)

SWISS STUFF RAUGHHHH ! inconsistent style will be APPARENT here try not to notice shuhhhhhgh

Height for main yokai in my AU/on Casp's team! (In the anime it's just primary summons then wwwww)

Some yokai practice/design hcs bc my friend asked!! I was so happy to share 🤭 LOVE YOU CHERCHERRRR

Some of my little guys once more! Rawry' prob one of my faves yokai to draw, easy and fun to do show-accurate or stylized.

OCSSSSSS. AND BADDINYAN. MY EVIL CAT <3333 the guy next to the frog in the middle is an oc idea but idk for what yet =▽=

AUGH. THERES AN IMAGE LIMIT? Well in case you're wondering it's 30....post the rest after I get tomorrow's doodles. See you then and thank you for looking at and reading about my arts!

[joyfuladorable]

Any headcanons about peni and miles and Gwen.

A few!

I have a fondness for young characters who end up gaining a bunch of surrogate older siblings, so Peni now holds that honor as well!

I think the events that (further) traumatized Peni are the incident with Addy Brock and VE#m and the death of her Aunt May. The comic issue didn’t really have the time to dig into that, but I’d love if Spider-Verse changes it so that Addy and Peni get to be friends before the disaster with VE#m happens. And then after all that, it’d be like the end of that story where she’s talking with her Uncle Ben before Spider-Ham portals to her to invite her into the Society.

At some point she learns about Canon Events and is Devastated. Like, she really Couldn’t have saved her aunt and Addy even if she’d Tried? Her dad was Meant to Die?? She gets comfort from the older Spideys; but I think especially Gwen, who’s absolutely avoiding thinking about her own dad and what him being a Police Captain means. Once things have (hopefully) settled in Beyond, I like to imagine Miles also gaining the older sibling status.

Anyways, headcanons!!

- Peni Canonically Loves Music, even going so far as playing it while she fights crime, so her and Gwen and Miles (and obviously Hobie and Pavitr and Margo) enthusiastically share their musical tastes with each other

- In the same vein, I just want them to hangout as friends so they have like weekly game nights sharing different card and board games and Pavitr keeps trying to convince everyone to let him run a ttrpg he really likes

- Peni and Margo figure out how to make inter-dimensional Wi-Fi so the teens also play MMOs together even when they’re in their respective universes

- Peni watches Hobie and Gwen play a gig and is enamored by the drums so she asks Gwen to teach her and oh Wow what a great outlet she should’ve tried this Sooner (please imagine Spider hanging from a cymbal as Peni plays and doing that cartoon zaggy vibration whenever it’s hit)

- Lots of hopping between each other’s universes cuz I want them to spend even More time together and have like cultural exchanges and stuff

- When Peni eventually divulges how she got her powers and what happened to her dad and the whole Oscorp technically being her employer thing, the protective older siblings instincts come out and one day her Uncle Ben looks up from his work to see his niece flanked by several angry looking teens

- I know this is supposed to be a Peni Gwen Miles friendship dynamic ask but Peni would get along so well with the other teens like if you’ve seen Peni’s room in the comics she’s a big fan of punk rock and would absolutely be besties with Hobie. Then there’s Pavitr and their sunshine personalities would elevate each other! And, as I’ve mentioned before Peni and Margo are Tech Buddies!!!

- A sign of trust from Peni is if she lets you hold Spider. A high honor! Miles doesn’t get it when she just drops em on his shoulder one day when she goes to do something, so when Gwen tells him he tears up a little bit (a lotta bit)

- okay, and finally, if you’ve read the Spider-Verse Unlimited: Infinity story with Peni, you know she wants to be Normal very Badly and does the usual awkward kid thing of trying to fit in with the Popular Kids’ interests while keeping her secret identity safe during the inevitable calls to hero duty interrupting her time with friends. She doesn’t have to do that with her Spidey buds/siblings!! An alert of trouble while hanging with them means some epic team-up fights!!! Chosen family, My Beloved…

[soaps-mohawk]

Oh wow. Yeah. Right. So.. Yup got a lotta questions about this last chapter. Hwhy was the cabinet open when reader went into the bathroom? Hwhy did their training just so happen to go longer? Hwas Simon getting suspish vibes like reader because of his instincts?? Am I okay? I have the answer to that last one: nope. I'm on the edge of my freaking seat, you're able to write the anxiety, tension, paranoia, and suspense so well I cannot wait until we see what happens in the next chapter!! AHH!! Hope you're well, -💜 anon

I cam answer at least one of those questions 🤭

Why was the cabinet open??

Cause 'mega a messy little gremlin

Why did their training go longer?

Cause they were doing important stuff

Was Simon getting sus vibes??

Are you going to be okay??

Thank you, though 🥹 I'm so glad I can convey those emotions well on paper honestly it's so stressful sometimes because I can't really tell myself if they've translated well because I know what's going to happen so I feel them while I'm writing. I'm so glad to hear that I'm successful in that realm at least 💚💚