#yeah no i'm in Such A Bad Mood and headspace over all

[fstbmp-a]

So sorry I didn't do that much today. It's been.. a wild ride. Sooort of vent in the tags? I suppose.

[choiuikawa]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ Rainy Days

CONTENT: it's just you and your boyfriend Kuroo Tetsurou on a rainy day.

WARNINGS: fluff, GN reader, smitten Kuroo, reader hated rainy days, college AU, they both live in the same apartment, lowkey corny, OOC.

author's note: HI! this is my first post on this account, im not good at writing but I do hope you enjoy! ^_^

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

You have always despised rainy days, but your boyfriend? He was the complete opposite. He loves it when it rains, especially on weekends. Whenever it rains and he has practice, he usually comes back home drenched in rain. You doesn't particularly mind, despite the fact that he ends up having fever.

Today was a dreary day, indicating rainfall. You groaned in frustration as it was supposed to be a good day today. You were expecting to go on a date with your boyfriend at a local cafe that has recently opened. Sadly, those expectations were broken down once it started dripping. As the both of you went home, you seemed dejected since you were really looking forward to heading over to that local cafe.

"Why the gloomy look baby? are you okay?" A low pitched voice stops you from getting farther into your headspace.

"Yeah I'm okay." You can't just hide how you actually feel, but being upset over a rainy day because you can't go and head over to a cafe for a date when you could literally just go the next day? You feel stupid.

"Don't hide how you feel. I can obviously tell that something is on your mind. Now tell me, what's wrong?" His voice was tender and gentle towards you, reassuring you that he was there to listen to you.

You hesitate for a few seconds then finally respond to him. "The rain ruined our date today, and I was really looking forward to it. Especially since that cafe has just recently opened.. Including the fact that I've heard that their pastries and coffee's are amazing!" You ranted out towards him with sincerity in your voice.

He looks at you for a moment then his face immediately softens. "Baby, we can just have a date at home. And, we can make good food just like the food and coffee in the cafe. Plus, it's just the both of us. So cheer up okay?" he plants a kiss on your cheek, and your entire mood changes within seconds.

The moment the both of you got home, you had both changed into better clothing and started to brew up your own coffee and bake some delicious pastries. In the process of baking, the both of you messed up the batter since he couldn't stop laughing at the way the batter sort of splashed everywhere while using the mixer. They had both shared laughter and joy together while baking. In the end, it turned out.. decent.. I guess? they both gagged.

After all that has passed, night has fallen upon the day. Currently, it was still raining. Both bodies sprawled onto the couch, her body hugging his while their attention was on the TV in front of them since they were binge watching their favorite shows that they have both shared interest in. The notebook

He turned his attention to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek which caught her attention. "mm? What is it Tetsu?" you giggled.

"Jus' wanted my beautiful lovely partner's attention." he muttered out, purely toned with love and adoration towards you.

You returned back the kiss on his lips, pulling away a few moments later. Your lips had a lingering feel on his, he felt butterflies in his stomach. Sure, it isn't the first time you have kissed, but he was always smiling and looking at you with the most smitten and lovey eyes you could imagine. You never fail to make him fall in love with you again and again.

"I know you don't like rainy days, but this was my favorite day." he proudly says while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

And there, you realize. maybe,

rainy days aren't so bad after all...

when its with him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

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[citrinesparkles]

stormy weather

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 720 words. notes: a very abstract take on 'write a true story about you with characters instead of people', one of the prompts from the ever lovely @reaperintheroses drabble december! this was more 'write about feelings', but i tried. warnings: vague bad headspace on jason's part

he was in a mood.

you weren't sure what mood, but it wasn't good.

it was, however, familiar enough that you weren't surprised when he walked through the bedroom like a ghost.

all he took with him as he left it was a nail file.

you sat quietly, listening for the window.

there it was, about half a minute later: the sliding sound of the window in the frame was quiet but unmistakable, as was the sound of it sliding shut behind him.

fire escape brooding.

you sighed- that was a surefire sign that the mood had settled in completely. you had hoped, somewhat naïvely, that it would be a "wrong side of the bed" situation; had hoped he would be able to shake it off.

with the mood here to stay, you put your phone aside and slid out of bed.

it wasn't something to fix. not days like this. as much as you wished you could carry the weight of this for him, you settled instead for trying to share the load.

you took your time walking through the apartment, giving him his space for a little while as you boiled water and steeped tea for him.

you dug out his largest, warmest sweatshirt, tugging it on to brace against the cold you knew was wrapped around him both mentally and literally. then, with a glance at his silhouette in the window, you picked up his mug and approached.

he barely reacted to the sound of the window opening, only shifting slightly so his ear was towards you in silent acknowledgement.

"i made tea," you said softly, leaning on the sill. "interested?"

jason hesitated a moment, the only sounds the traffic below.

he shrugged, twirling the nail file between two fingers.

you reached over, gently pressing the mug into his free hand, watching as he pulled it to his chest with a hum.

"do you want space, or would you prefer i join you?"

"...you can." his voice was steady, but uncharacteristically quiet and lifeless. "not gonna be much company right now."

you slid out the window, closing it behind you, and he glanced up at you blankly. "you don't have to be," you said firmly, quietly, as you sat down beside him. "i'm just here."

the metal was freezing, even through your thick sweatpants. it would take more than a stretch of the imagination to call it comfortable, but you settled in like it was memory foam.

you sat in silence, listening to him breathe beside you and watching it fog in your peripheral.

you sat until your legs ached and your nose felt about ready to fall off from the cold. you sat for far longer than it took him to drain his mug. you sat long enough that the rush of lunch traffic came and went below you.

you sat watching gray clouds churn in the sky, offering the only comfort you could: he wasn't alone.

eventually, he inhaled deeply, and you felt something shift.

"you want a grilled cheese?" his voice was rough and quiet, but using it was a good sign.

you recognized the offer as the thank you that it was.

"yeah," you matched his volume, gently breaking your silence. "that sounds good."

it wasn't over, not by a long shot. you could feel it in the air around you, as though jason was a storm and the front was rolling in. it would be a few days, you suspected, of this- of disconnect, of that distant look in his eyes.

and that was the best case scenario.

he pushed himself up and off the ground, wincing when his bad ankle popped unpleasantly, and you changed your mind. he wasn't the storm. a storm in his own right, sure, strong and beautiful and immovable to all the world, but in this case he was standing on the coast and watching the storm turn the ocean angry.

he reached a hand down to help you up.

you took it, squeezing it once, twice, three times in quick succession as you hauled yourself to your feet. once there, you relaxed your grip.

he kept his, keeping your palm against his own. bracing himself against the wind.

you'd be damned if you let him board up the windows and sandbag the doorways on his own.

[skele-bunny]

Your bpd Dew is so real to me, please more

I just posted the thing like 6 minutes ago wHO ARE YOU /silly

At first, Dewdrop overwhelmed the FUCK out of Aether and Mountain. They were so deeply exhausted from his constant yelling and mood swings. They loved him so very much, but it was mentally taxing to go from one moment just whispering their absolute love for one another to Dew screaming about how they don't care about him, then another whiplash of him begging at their feet to never leave him.

Aether finally sat him down and was like "You need therapy. Bad." They all honestly thought it was his body and mind finally reacting to his abuse, and in a way, it is.

Got that "pretty" (sarc) little diagnosis. It finally clicks with all of them after a learning more about it like, "Yeah. Yeah that makes sense."

Aether gets better at recognizing Dew's splits, it's usually super lovey or super aggressive over "nothing" in Aether's eyes. He never once invalidates Dew for what he's feeling, getting better and better to calm him, making compromises to his needs.

But he also knows when to step away when it's getting too much. They were having a genuine argument after the talk of their previous pack came up, Dew just simply brushing off what happened to him and Aether quipping back about what actually happened.

"It wasn't that fucking bad! You keep saying this shit and it's never true, you're just trying to make our pack look bad!"

"Dew, what they did WASN'T okay! You can't be brushing off that behavior as normal!"

"Oh, what, are you fucking ashamed that you're part of that pack too or what?"

Aether just puts his hands up, taking a breath and starts going to the door. "I'm walking away. We can come back to this later."

"Go the fuck ahead! Leave since that's what you're so fucking good at!"

The door shuts and Aether can hear something be thrown at it, but he just ignores and calms down. He takes a very heated walk around the abbey and the gardens, needing a good hour before he's finally ready to come back to Dew. When his knock isn't answered he just lets himself in, seeing their absolutely demolished room and Dew in the furthest corner on the bed. He sniffling, eyes bloodshot from the amount of tears, starting again when Aether walks all the way in. He's wracked with sobs, crawling to the end and holding onto his shirt, making sure he's as close as possibly.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, you came back... You came back, I'm so sorry, please don't leave me again, please."

"Of course I'd come back... Hey, hey, lets take a deep breath okay?"

Dew's still babbling but doing his best until he's able to breathe normally. "You ready to talk?"

He just nods and Aether joins him on the bed, and Dewdrop just really bad needs physical reassurance. They're holding each other while they talk about their individual feelings, how what the other said effected them.

"When you said that I must've been ashamed, it hit me in two ways. I would never be ashamed, as that's where I met you and it felt like you were demonizing us. Then, you were comparing me to Omega and Ifrit. You know what they did to you love, and maybe it was me misinterpreting what you said, but it made me think you seen me in the same light as them."

"I'm sorry. I meant about you being ashamed to even be associated with us, which made me start thinking you were ashamed of me. Sometimes I just... Blank out about them, and I only really remember positives when I'm in such like... A white thinking headspace. I'm really sorry."

"I'm really sorry, too. I love you more than anything in this world, and I'm sorry for leaving you alone, it's just I knew I needed to walk away."

"I'm glad you did... Are you mad at me for breaking the room?"

"A little, but it's okay. It's replaceable and fixable. As long as you help me pick it up, does that sound fair?"

"Yeah..."

Aether just snuggling against Dewdrop's shoulder, kissing his cheek after. "In the future, how about when we start talking about our old pack, we make a codeword for when we think the other is being excessive or something comes off wrong and upsets the other?"

"I think I'd like that..."

So they have "chocolate Terzo candies." Which can be said casually but completely odd they'd understand it. It's long, but it's enough for them to process! Honestly, it works amazing.

They learned together that if Dew is given a task to specifically calm down from his fp splits, he's more inclined to do it and finally regulate himself. His mind will stick as "I'm so fucking upset/angry at him, but if I do xyz like he asked, he'll see how good I am." It just mellows his process down SO much and it's usually something Aether knows Dewdrop will enjoy. His mindset then switches to "I'm glad Aether showed me this. Once he comes back, I'll show him I did as he asked, and maybe we can talk more." Which leads into talking about the split

Idk I just love them dude

[lonelywhalien22]

trust me

pairing: bang chan x reader

rating/genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of angst

summary: you're having a bad day and your boyfriend chan is there to try and make you feel better.

warnings: reader is low key hella sad in this (take care of yourselves yall <3) + a steamy kiss (very self indulgent ik i'm sorry)

word count: 2.7k

song(s) to listen to while reading: steamroller by phoebe bridgers (reader is hella sad so are we surprised lol), renee's song by bazzi, fall by chloe x halle

note: while i try to tame some bigger fic ideas into submission i'll occasionally polish up + share some of my more decent smaller pieces from years past. pretty sure i wrote this one in the throws of the p*ndemic while struggling with college and feeling hella touch starved...so yeah...enjoy lol <3

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It was one of those days - one where that funny feeling had bubbled up inside of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You knew it all too well by now, knew its signs and its symptoms. One moment you’d be fine, and then it would happen - a dreaded phone call for an appointment that you could no longer put off, a tedious task at work, a much needed item that you’d misplaced and couldn’t find - sometimes it was all of these things in one day and more, and suddenly you weren’t ok. And as much as you’d try to not let all the frustrations of life get to you, as much as you’d try to hold on to the good, to the light, sometimes bit by bit it would still slip from your grasp until you were tired of trying and there was nothing left inside of you but a dull gray.

You hated when you got in these sorts of moods - used to think there'd be some stage in life, some milestone you could reach, thing you could achieve that would make them go away forever, but you’d survived enough of them by now to know that it was a lifelong battle. There were highs and lows, and today just happened to be one of the lows.

Today also just happened to be one where your boyfriend Bang Chan was supposed to be coming over. His presence was one that so often brought light into your life - fun and laughter and a smile to every situation, but despite having accepted that you were in a sour mood, the thought of him seeing you this way made you feel worse instead of better - like a recluse undeserving of such sweet affection. As if he could hear your thoughts from afar, your cellphone began ringing on the kitchen table, temporarily snapping you right out of your self pity.

“Am I still good to stop by in an hour?" You could practically hear the excitement in his voice, imagining his charming smile immediately, but the warmth in your chest only lasted for a second before you just felt even more upset with yourself. You didn’t wanna burden him with your feelings - tramp all over his joy with your frustration.

"Hey Chan. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of feeling like trash right now." You thought maybe that would be the end of it, hoped that he would read between the lines, but he was completely oblivious, a caring tone seeping into his words as he tried to help you instead.

"Are you sick? I can pick up something for you and bring it by if you want.”

"No, that's not exactly it," you began, struggling to find the words. There was a long pause on the line, and you could hear Chan shifting, as if he was sitting up. You cursed in your head. There was no way he was gonna let this go now - not when you were being so distant. 

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything right?” His use of the nickname made your heart flutter again, gently coaxing you to open up to him - to be honest.

“I know.” 

“Then talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” Chan said immediately. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh before nervously continuing. “It’s just…sometimes I’ll get in this really weird headspace and it makes me feel like crap and...I'm just annoyed with myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make any sense...I think maybe I just need to be alone right now," you tried to get the last words out but began to break down a little as you really thought about what you’d said. Something about hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real, your eyes beginning to water and throat beginning to dry up.

“It sounds like you're upset. You sure you don't want me to come over?” 

You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking again, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything else. It felt paralyzing - being stuck between the part of you that just wanted him to be with you and the part that was afraid you’d scare him away forever with your feelings. The more you thought about it the more emotional you got, and you felt a tear run down your cheek before you started to sob silently into the phone.

"Babe? Y/n?” Chan asked, voice becoming laced with concern. 

"Yeah?" It was all you could manage to sob out.

"I'm coming over right now," he said quickly, making the decision for you. You could already hear shuffling sounds in the background as he presumably scrambled to grab his things.

"Give me like twenty minutes ok? And just stay on the line with me please? Can you do that for me?" 

"Yeah. I'm sorry." 

“There's nothing to be sorry for," Chan said softly.

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In less than twenty minutes you heard a hurried knock on your door. Hanging up on your phone, you pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled over to the entrance of your apartment, unlocking and pulling open the door to reveal your boyfriend's slightly panicked face.

“Hey…” he whispered gently when he saw you. You moved out of the way and he quickly stepped inside, setting down a bunch of bags before he turned back around and immediately enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his body pressed against yours easily disarmed you, walls falling down so that all you could think about was his sturdy embrace. 

"I'm sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, trying to look at him. “I didn't mean to worry y-" 

"Hmm. Shush. No apologizing. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?" 

You nodded your head against him, silent as you slowly relaxed all the muscles in your body and let yourself really feel his warmth, feel all of the love radiating from his body into yours. He smelled like his shower gel, a hint of spearmint seeping into your lungs as your breathing began to slow and your eyes closed, whizzing thoughts in your head beginning to dissipate one by one. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater, holding on as if you never wanted to let go, and he let you - staying wrapped around you for an entire minute, just like he said. One of his hands stayed firmly wrapped around your waist while the other went up to start rubbing all the way from your head to the middle of your back, repeating the motion leisurely. You released a sigh of content as he did this, feeling yourself start to calm down, heart rate beginning to slow. Eventually he loosened his arms just enough to pull back a little and look at your tear-stained face.

"Let's sit down and I'll get you some food to eat hmm?" he said quietly, thumb wiping across your wet cheeks. You nodded, feeling a bit like a child as he lead you to your couch and wrapped a blanket around you before getting you some food from one of the bags he brought. When he came back you noticed his hair was a bit wet, presumably still drying from a shower he must have taken right before calling you, strands curling from the dampness. And as you looked down at the container of food he’d placed in your hands you realized it was your favorite meal from your favorite place. He even remembered how you always asked for extra sauce. 

Chan stayed silent as you slowly picked up your fork and began to eat, still sniffling a little. He easily found the remote to your tv, switching it on in a practiced familiarity, and put on one of your favorite movies, letting it play softly in the background before digging in to his own food.

When you’d both finished eating, he silently patted his lap, and you knew without any explanation that he was asking you to lean yourself back into his embrace. You did so shyly, Chan grabbing the blanket and draping it around the two of you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. Finally you relaxed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck and turning slightly so that you could shamelessly wrap your arms around his middle, no longer even focusing on the tv at all. It felt so comforting to be in his arms that your eyes immediately began to close, his embrace luring you to sleep.

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When you woke up it was dark outside. You blinked a couple times, shifting slightly before realizing that you were still completely wrapped up in Chan’s arms. To your embarrassment, you caught him peeking at you with the softest look on his face, your heart beating a little faster because you’d never been this close to him for so long before. 

“Better?” he asked you simply, thumb moving to rub against your elbow gently.

You opened your eyes a bit wider, immediately beginning to shift up on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," you said quickly instead of answering his question, feeling guilty as you shifted a little from his embrace. You’d essentially used him as your own personal pillow for who knows how many hours. “I didn’t mean to keep you here like that for so long,” you continued to ramble, but Chan only shook his head in response.

“Y/n. Hey - look at me,” Chan said with a soothing tone. You stopped your shuffling and did as he asked.

“Do you feel better?” he repeated his question from earlier, and you finally nodded a little before picking at the blanket on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m just sorry I wasted your time because of some dumb mood I was in," you responded, annoyed with yourself as you pushed your hair out of your face roughly.

“You know it’s not a crime to feel sad, right?” Chan started gently after a couple beats of silence, clearly trying to find the right words as his thumb continued to lightly rub against your skin. “Even if there isn’t a clear reason - that doesn’t make how you’re feeling any less real.”

“I guess.” You dismissed his words easily, clearly not taking them to heart.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked lightly.

"What do you mean?”

"Talk yourself down. Dismiss how you're feeling,” he elaborated, a little concern in his voice once again. “It makes me worry about you.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise before you looked off to the side. 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just out of habit.”

Chan tapped your elbow, silently asking you to look at him again. 

"Can I tell you something?” he whispered into the quiet. You nodded curiously.

"I care about you - so much that it scares me sometimes,” he said earnestly, raking a hand through his hair. "You're so thoughtful, so kind, such an amazing listener - you make it so easy for me to be honest about how I'm feeling, and I've never felt more comfortable talking to anyone else,” he continued, looking down a little as he said that last part.

His words made you feel shy all over again, not expecting him to be so open with you. You willed yourself to keep looking at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…I wanna make you feel safe too - safe to share how you’re feeling with me, the good and the bad. Because that’s how you make me feel.” 

“Chan…” you said, lightly smacking his arm in jest as you looked away from him, tears flooding your eyes for a different reason. But he just leaned forward and kissed your temple, pulling you back into his arms gently before continuing.

“Trust me, ok?” Chan asked as you nodded into his chest. “I want you to know that you can always share how you’re feeling with me - even if it’s sad or you don’t think it makes any sense - even if I can’t fix it for you - I’ll always at least be here to listen, I promise. Just don’t hide from me, yeah?”

Tears were falling from your eyes now - not because you were sad, but because Chan’s care for you felt so unconditional, so devoid of judgement - and you’d never known care like that from a partner before. You didn’t have any words to respond in that moment - all you knew was that you wished the two of you could stay on your couch, just like this, forever. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry again," Chan said, a little worried as he saw your expression. "Let me get you some t -”

But you leaned up and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. This wasn't your first kiss, but it was definitely the first that you had initiated. Usually you would just stare at his lips longingly or give the tiniest of hints until he finally caught on to what you wanted, but this time you couldn't hold yourself back. You just felt this boost of confidence, an unrelenting need to express a feeling that words couldn't define. 

Chan was shocked at first, but he quickly fell into it, closing his eyes and immediately wrapping his hands around your waist oh so gently as his lips began to move against yours slowly, lightly, with the utmost care. You each tilted your heads instinctively to opposite sides, still not coming up for any air as you maneuvered yourself back into his lap and brought a hand up to caress the side of his face before combing your fingers through his hair instead, a tiny noise of contentment leaving you in that moment. 

“Y/n…” he groaned softly against your smiling lips. 

"Hmmm?" you responded, still in a feeling of utter bliss. Your other hand was rubbing across his upper chest and shoulder soothingly, and you leaned in and kissed him again before he could even muster enough sense to respond, unable to stop yourself. Chan’s lips began moving against yours again, and he started to lean forward until your back was against a pillow on the couch and he was hovering over you completely. It felt as if he was trying to reach your heart with just the movements his warm, pillowy lips made against yours.

His thumbs started rubbing soothing circles into your waist and you felt like you were floating on a cloud, mind becoming hazy as your head became filled with thoughts of him and only him. He left three final pecks on your lips, finally mustering enough self control to pull back before things got even more heated. His hands slid from your waist all the way up to your cheeks, caressing them softly. 

You were smiling softly but genuinely, in complete bliss as he leaned in and kissed your forehead sweetly before finally saying, “I love you, you know?"

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly, just enough for him to hear. 

He rubbed his thumb near the corner of your lips, eyes crawling all over your face before he said a little regretfully, "I hate for this to end but I don't wanna keep you up any later than it already is."

“Then just stay over for the night. Please?" you begged a little bit and put a pout on your face. He immediately kissed it off of you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Are you sure?"

Neither of you had ever spent the night at each other's place, so it was completely new territory and you could tell he didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the entire situation. You shifted up a little to kiss his forehead back.

“Chan, I want you to. I promise. Please?”

You meant every word. You wanted nothing more than to hold him all night long.

"Ok," he said quietly, grin growing on his face until you saw that cheeky smile you loved so dearly.

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That night was one of the most peaceful you’d ever had in recent memory. Buried deep under your sheets, nestled under the stars, you curled yourself into his arms - so close that you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, slow and steady. And you fell asleep just like that - sweet dreams eventually melting away into the morning sun.

[ronnie-quinn]

I'll Be There For You

CG!Husk, CG!Fat Nuggets, and Regressor!Angel

Plot: Angel has a nightmare in the middle of the night and his papa comforts him.

Request by @yourneurodivergentlady

Angel's little age: Newborn

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TW: Mention of Valentino, diapers (100% SFW, of course—just putting out a warning in case you're not comfortable with the topic)

Original Three Baby Spiders lyrics are from Adventure Time. It Will Be Okay belongs to Helluva Boss; lyrics are edited and modified by yours truly ^^

It was a peaceful night at the Hazbin Hotel, even though Hell outside painted a different picture with its noisy, rambunctious ambiance. Everyone inside of the hotel was asleep. Even Niffty–who usually hunted for bugs to kill during this time–was sleeping peacefully. In Husk's room, the cat-demon was snoring quietly in his bed. Next to him was Angel, literally sleeping like a baby in his bedside crib. Fat Nuggets was also asleep in the spider's arms. Yep, it was all quiet and peaceful.

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2:22 A.M.

Angel woke up from a nightmare that unfortunately involved Valentino hurting him and his pet pig. The bad dream caused Angel's headspace to drop more than it was and he immediately began to cry. Fat Nuggets woke up to the ruckus and became worried. He licked the spider's cheek to cheer him up, but it did little to make him feel better. 

"Wha- huh?" Husk grumbled as he woke up. He sat up and spotted Angel wailing. "Hey, Angel. What's wrong?"

Husk scooted over to Angel and gently picked him up, cradling him in his arms.

"What's wrong, pumpkin, hm?" Husk asked. Angel continued crying, but they lessened as his caregiver rubbed his back. "Did you have a nightmare?"

The spiderling tearfully hiccuped as he hid in Husk's shoulder.

"Shhh, shh-sh-sh-sh, it's okay. I'm here, shhh-shhhh," the cat-demon whsipered soothingly.

Husk stood up from the bed and continued comforting the baby. He then turned on the bedroom lights.

"Can I check if your padding needs changing?"

Angel nodded his head and allowed Husk to check his diaper.

"M'kay, let's get you changed and we'll see about getting you a bottle, yeah?"

Angel nodded his head and sniffled as Husk carried him over to the changing table. After grabbing a pacifier from the paci drawer and popping it in Angel's mouth, the cat-demon wiped away his tears and began to change him.

"Do you want to talk about the nightmare?" Husk asked. Angel shook his head, and Husk respected that as he continued changing him, narrating his actions so the spider knew what he was doing. The cat-demon then got an idea on how to cheer Angel up. He cleared his throat and started to sing.

Three baby spiders

Three bitty baby spiders

Were playing in the sun

The rain came down and it was no fun

La la la la loo la loo

Oh me, oh my, what should they do?

The first spider grabbed some umbrellas

The second spider played and he was happy all day

The babiest of all splashed and had a ball

They grew up very tall and lived inside a wall

Sometimes, the sun shines

even on baby spiders and you

Angel smiled and began giggling in the middle of the song, especially when Husk sang the "la la la la loo la loo" part. He loved the Three Baby Spiders song whenever he was on the younger spectrum of his headspace.

"Yeah, you like that song?" Husk cooed as he taped a fresh diaper on Angel and cleaned his paws with a fresh baby wipe. He then put Angel's pajama pants back on. "Was that silly?"

Angel continued laughing as Husk picked him back up and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"M'kay, let's get you a bottle so you can go back to bed."

The last few words immediately took Angel out of his jubilant mood, and he grasped onto Husk's pajama shirt in terror. He whimpered through his pacifier and hid his face in his caregiver's shoulder.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Husk cooed as he gave a gentle bounce and rubbed Angel's back.

The baby shook his head.

"You don't want to go night-night?"

Angel shook his head again.

"Are you afraid of having another nightmare?" the cat-demon inquired, receiving a nod from his baby. "It's okay to feel scared, rebenok pauk. Nightmares are just bad dreams and will never get you in real time. If you have a scary dream again, Fat Nuggets and I will be right here to comfort you and give you all the cuddles and kisses you want."

Husk planted a kiss on Angel's forehead and carried him downstairs to the kitchen. He set the baby down on the floor so he could make a bottle for him. The spider was not happy about this and began to fuss once his bottom touched the ground.

"I know you want to keep being held, piccolo ragno, but I can't do that right now," Husk said. "I just have to make your bottle. It won't take me but a few minutes."

Husk began making Angel his favorite little drink, angel milk (without sugar, of course, because a sugar rush would ensue). As if on cue, Fat Nuggets walked into the kitchen with the spider's baby blanket. The pig handed the comfort item to Angel, who took it gratefully and cheered up again. Angel cooed happily and gave Fat Nuggets a hug. The spider then yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Is someone getting sleepy?" Husk asked once he finished making the bottle and testing the milk on his wrist to see if the drink was at the right temperature. Angel nodded again as he reached his arms out to the cat-demon. Husk picked him and Fat Nuggets up and carried them back upstairs to his room. 

Once in the bedroom, Husk turned on the bedside lamp next to his bed. He then turned on the lamp next to the rocking chair. The cat-demon then turned off the main bedroom light, leaving the lamps on. He walked back to the rocking chair and sat down. He cradled Angel on his lap. The spider snuggled in Husk's arms while he cuddled Fat Nuggets and his blankie. As Husk began rocking the chair back and forth, he removed the pacifier from the baby's mouth and replaced it with the bottle. Angel drank the milk contentedly as he rubbed his eyes again.

"There we go. You're doing such a wonderful job drinking your milk," Husk praised softly.

The next few minutes were spent with Angel humming sleepily as Husk fed him his bottle. The cat-demon soon grew sad for his baby. He wished he could be there for him all the time. However, a certain piece-of-shit overlord was always trying his hardest to keep the spider from staying here at the hotel. Husk remembered back when he used to be an overlord. Even if he was made of stone, he would never ever allow for someone to go through abuse. If he met Valentino during his overlord era, he would have ripped his antennas and wings to shreds.

Angel's exhausted coos from behind his bottle broke Husk's train of thoughts.

"I'm okay, spiderling. Papa's okay," Husk reassured. "I want you to know something. Remember when we read the Sleepytime book before bed, and the mom said to her kid that she will always be there for her? Well, that's true for you and me. No matter what happens, no matter where you are, I will always be there for you, even when you can't see me. Do you wanna know why? It's because I love you."

Husk then began to sing.

It always seems more quiet in the dark

It always feels so stark

How silence grows under the moon

Constellations gone so soon

I used to think that I was bold

I used to think power was fun

Now all my stories have been told except for one

As Husk sang that last line, he rubbed his nose against Angel's before continuing to sing. 

As the stars start to align

I hope you take it as a sign

That you'll be okay

Everything will be okay

And if the Seven Rings collapse

Although the day could be my last

You will be okay

When I'm gone, you'll be okay

And when Creation goes to die

You can find me in the sky

Upon the last day

And you will be okay

The song ended and the bottle was empty. Angel whinged because of this, but Husk soothed him by placing the pacifier back into his mouth.

"It's okay. It's all okay, now," Husk said as he continued rocking the chair.

Angel calmed down and suckled the soother as he was rocked to sleep for a few more minutes. Once Angel was out like a light, Husk stood up after checking to see if Fat Nuggets was safely secured in the spider's arms and carried them to bed. He gently laid Angel down in his bedside crib and tucked him in. He turned on the crib attachment toy and kissed Angel’s forehead before heading off to sleep himself.

[alectoperdita]

Can you tell us a bit more about the confrontation at the kink club (in bad guys have more fun)? I'm very curious!

Yeah, I'm happy to spill a bit on that!

So I am super tempted to dedicate a whole part in the series to this, but given there's actual character/relationship consequences to this one, it's harder to write than cranking out more PWP. But do not count it out. Just waiting to get into the right headspace to tackle it.

Hacker!Seto has a history of going to kink and BDSM clubs semi-regularly, since long before he started sleeping with Jou. Not only is it a convenient place to find sexual partners when he's bored and horny, he also finds subbing (in specific scenarios) is a good reset for his brain when he gets "stuck." But since he got together with Jou, he hasn't been to one.

Until they have a particularly trying job. Jou has a pretty well-developed sense of Seto's mood at this point. And Seto is vibrating. He is snappy. He is Wound Up. Jou half expects Seto will be tracking him down afterward so he can get the tension fucked out of him.

Except Seto doesn't go find Jou. They finish up the job and Seto splits. Jou, now even more worried, decides to follow him. When Seto is this Tense, he usually starts acting recklessly. Jou is invested enough in him he's concerned about his general well-being at this point. (Plus, if Seto can stalk him, Jou should be able to return the favor, right?)

Jou follows him to a place he figures out is a sex club as he grifts his way in through a service entrance. It takes a bit but he finds Seto with another guy, talking real close and being kinda touchy and obviously flirting. Jou watches them for a while, super conflicted. Now they never discussed being exclusive. Jou's always kinda thought Seto might be fucking other people, but convinced himself it was none of his business. It's harder to stay impartial, though, when he's faced with apparent evidence.

(Yeah, he's jealous, but he knows he shouldn't be jealous because it's not like Seto's his actual significant other. It's not technically cheating.)

Jou can't take it anymore when it looks like Seto and his companion are about to set away and go somewhere more private. He slips in and pretends all "hey sorry to keep you waiting." Other guy gets pissed (lol he did not sign up to get roped into a cuck fantasy or some other couple play). Seto is also pissed because he just lost his playmate.

But they can't come to blows in the middle of the open area of the club, so they make use of the private room to duke it in.

No small part of this confrontation is Jou being faced with his own hurt pride. What? Was he not good enough that Seto had to go cruising for other dick? He knows they're just fuck buddies, but he was under the impression that they were both satisfied with that.

Seto has to brutally correct him that this isn't about Jou, get over himself. (In his view, it's not about any deficiencies on Jou's part, but in a healthier relationship, this is also where you talk candidly to your partner, and they're not in a place to do that until they're absolutely forced to. Like right this moment, lol.) They've been having fantastic sex, but it's fantastic vanilla sex.

Seto sometimes craves more.

This doesn't reassure Jou at all. Does Seto think he's incapable of giving him what he wants? For crying out loud, he was straight like a month or two ago. Now look at him!

Seto questions if Jou actually can. Because this isn't like whatever he thinks from his porn. Seto likes impact play, specifically. And he knows, he can see that Jou struggles with the violence he can and has inflicted in his past. He doesn't want or need Jou's issues bleeding into this. It'd be bad for both of them.

But they're both stubborn and more than a bit reckless and determined to prove the other wrong. (Yes, a healthier thing to do would be to cool their heads and call it a night and revisit the topic another time, but that's not the characters I'm writing lol.) So they try out some light impact play, probably spanking to keep it entry-level.

Long story short, I'm hoping this is the start of Jou learning the ropes when it comes to kink. Much like using his strength as a hitter for the team, it kinda gives him another way to recontextualize it for good. Or at least I hope it can be pulled off that way haha.

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, November 13th, 2024.

Think back to yesterday, what were you doing around this time? I was at the animal shelter, but I don't remember exactly what I was doing. Probably chatting with Liv and Riley while picking up/washing afternoon dishes.

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? I have no idea.

Do you think pets can get annoying easily? Sometimes I can get annoyed with them, but I always feel guilty about it.

Did you know that pickles have no calories? They do have some calories. I wouldn't really consider them worth counting, though.

Do you enjoy family get togethers? We don't have big family get-togethers. For a little over a year, my parents and I were getting together for lunch every few weeks, but after the recent family drama, that's no longer a thing. Just me and my mom now since she won't speak to my dad anymore.

In a group of three, do you often feel like the third wheel? Yeah. Connecting/socializing with others is still a challenge for me.

What color are your pants? Green and red. They're plaid Christmas pajamas.

Is there snow on the ground where you are? There is. We had several snowy days last week and it's still sticking around.

What is keeping you warm right now? The furnace, cozy clothing, and a kitty on my lap.

Has anyone bought you a piece of jewelry? Yeah.

How far away is your next birthday? March.

Do you have plans for that birthday yet? I don't. Aside from possibly going out to eat, it'll probably be like any other day.

When did you last take a shower? Earlier this morning, before therapy.

Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? No, but I would like to go one day.

Have you ever flown somewhere alone? I haven't.

Are you more serious or funny? I'm more on the funny and easygoing side, but I can be serious if I need to be.

Is there someone that annoys you but you haven’t told them? Yeeeah, kind of. Their recent attitude has been kind of off-putting. It's so weird seeing some of my own tendencies manifest in another person - tendencies that I have worked very hard to mitigate and heal. Knowing where it could end up if they can't correct course. Not knowing what to say that won't piss them off or come across as adversarial. Because I know I sure as heck would have taken any well-meaning advice the wrong way when I was in that headspace.

When is garbage day in your area? Tuesday.

Who/What was the last thing to really irritate you? All the shit-talking on Monday. It was more draining and disheartening than irritating, though. I just don't want to go through this agaaain...

Do you think people either love or hate spongebob? Like there's no middle ground? I don't think it's that polarizing.

Have you seen that new “Lie To Me” show? Yeah.

What is something you’d rather be doing right now? I'm fine with this.

Do you find that people are too hard on you? I don't think anyone is being too hard on me. If anything, I'm too hard on myself.

Do you take surveys often? A few times a week.

Do you tend to slam things around when you’re mad? I have in the past, but not in recent times.

Do you know anyone who hates/dislikes chocolate? I know people who don't favor it, but I don't think I know anyone who dislikes it.

Could you vote in this last election? Yeah.

How much sleep did you get last night? Approaching eight hours.

Do you have more girl friends or guy friends? I have one Oliver. :') Most of my acquaintances are women, though.

What is your current mood? A little bit anxious, contemplative/introspective, running scenarios through my head as a form of preemptive problem-solving. Overall, pretty chill. Not a bad mood.

Is there anything on your mind at the moment? Thinking of starting Stardew Valley. Liv and Riley were giving me the rundown yesterday and it sounds pretty cute.

Are there any movies out that you’d like to see? I might go see Wicked with my mom in the near future.

Have you ever been on a website called Stickam? It sounds familiar…? Lol wait…I just looked it up and it looks like some kind of adult website. Never mind. Idk what I was thinking of because I've never been there before.

Have you ever hated yourself? Yeah. I still hate myself to some extent - or parts of myself, past regrets, etc - but it's not as all-consuming as it once was. There are also things that I really like about myself.

Are you hungry? No. Today's eating schedule has been all messed up.

Did your parents ever ground you? Once. For making prank phone calls when I was a child.

Where was the last place you went out to eat? I went to Chili's with my mom a few weeks ago.

Have you ever felt like you needed a better life than the one you have? Yeah. I'm very fortunate to have the life I do, but I still want to improve. I don't want this to be as good as it gets.

Do you own an MP3 player of some kind? I don't.

Do you have a moment in your life you wish you could replay over again? Mostly just backpacking/hiking memories with my dad. Those are so special to me.

Have you ever been in a play? If so, did you like it? I was in a couple of plays in elementary school. They were alright. I didn't have a major role or anything.

What is one musical artist you wish wasn’t making music? No opinion. If I don't like someone, then I don't have to listen to them.

When was the last time you cleaned something? I cleaned out the kitchen sink and wiped down the counter when I was downstairs a little bit ago.

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? Yeah.

Do you like your smile? Yes. I think I look adorable when I smile. My only fear is that there will be something stuck in my teeth. :B

Do you have someone that you think truly understands you? My dad.

When was the last time you doubted yourself? Currently. I'm thinking about applying at the animal shelter the next time there's an opening, but am I really ready? Am I really good enough? I think so, but there's still this nagging fear/doubt.

Is there anything currently bothering you? Ughgh. I just hate dealing with people. I wish standing on the sidelines was the answer, but even neutrality can piss people off. I'm just hoping it doesn't. I need to learn how to gracefully and successfully navigate these situations, though, because as long as I ~live in a society~, they aren't going away. :')

Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? Possibly.

Who was the last person to cheer you up when you were down? My dad.

Are you scared of what you do not know? Depends.

Is there anything in the next six months that you’re looking forward to? Thanksgiving and Christmas. Wintry weather. Possibly becoming employed, depending on how things go.

Were you/are you popular in high school? Naw. I had a pretty good friend group, mostly outside of school, but I was never popular.

Do you really care what people think about you? Yeah. I still care. It still affects me. But not to the same absolutely crippling degree as it once did.

Do you find yourself treating others like you’d want to be treated? Lmao, it's…a work in progress. I don't even know if they want to be treated the way I would want to be treated. Sometimes people are so damn complicated.

Are you constantly envious of others? Yeah, yeah. Like I was telling my therapist earlier, all of those feelings are still there - the shame, etc - I'm just better at keeping them inside instead of letting them totally rule and ruin my life like they did in the past.

Are you more of a whiner with things or a do’er of things? I've become more of a doer. I will whine or gripe from time to time, but I'll still get it done. Or procrastinate. That's always an option. ;D

List three of your favorite TV shows:

Would your friends say you’re a relaxed person or stressed? A stressed person cosplaying as a relaxed person.

What do you find yourself worrying most about these days? I have a huge fear of repeating old patterns and mistakes. I'm also always worried about my future.

Would you say it’s hard to earn your trust? Oh yeah.

Who was the last person to compliment you? Either my dad or my therapist.

Anything interesting happen this past week? Yeah.

What’s on your mind this very second? What's going to happen with my social security. It's up for review/renewal and I'm super close to being able to work, so…we'll see. Just hoping everything works out one way or another.

Do you know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’? I do.

Do you correct other people’s grammar/spelling when talking to them online? No.

Is bacon one of your favorite foods? I love bacon, but I don't eat it all that often.

Are you one of those people who like to sleep in on the weekends? I wish I could sleep in, but my body just doesn't seem to work that way. Even on my days off, I still get up relatively early.

Do you like things Vampire related? Some.

Have you ever cussed at a parent or teacher? I don't think I've ever cussed at a teacher.

When was the last time you saw snow? Earlier today.

Have you ever felt stupid after saying something? Plenty of times.

Do you find yourself cold at the moment? No.

Are your nails currently long? No.

Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? I'll talk about it with people I trust, but with others, it's like pulling teeth.

Do you have long slender fingers or short chunky ones? They're somewhere in the middle.

Do you think your foot size fits your body type? Yeah.

Are you the competitive type? I can be, but I try to keep it in check. In the wise words of someone I once knew, "If you're gonna make this a competition, then you're gonna have a bad time." And I don't wanna have a bad time. :')

Are you more of a mommy’s person or a daddy’s person? I am much closer to my dad. I am glad that my mom and I have been able to repair our relationship to some extent, though.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

You seem a bit down? Is everything fine in your end Lauri? I'm sorry if it comes as uncomfortable, I'm just a bit worried since there are verbal hints about you being so down and having anxiety lately? I'm really so sorry I'm just so worried about you.. please don't be too caught up on what's worrying you okay? If it helps you can say what it is but if not, that's totally fine! I just wish for you to feel better and someone to talk too.. sorry for that suggestion if it makes you uncomfortable too..

O-oh gosh....Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I swear, I didn't mean to worry anyone! I swear! >.<;

S-something did happen......b-but.....I.....I didn't wanna talk about it....I didn't wanna look like I was hating anyone.....B-but.....but.....OK....to calm you down, I'll give, like.....a very vague description of what my day's been like.....just.....to put this behind me....

S-so......three of my regulars - like, not just random followers, but regulars, people who were frequently interacting with me and liking my posts - unfollowed me today. One after the other, very quickly. I-it was the first time something like that's ever happened to me, since I haven't gotten much attention on my blog before this....

So...I...I didn't....t-take it very well. I....I had a bit of an emotional breakdown. Not just anxiety, but a whole breakdown.....I-I didn't know if I did anything wrong, or if it was just a c-coincidence, or what....b-but.....I spiraled, and couldn't stop panicking and crying for a while....

B-but....I also didn't wanna bother anyone while it was happening, so....I've been off Tumblr most of the day. I'm just coming back now....after recovering a bit, followed by that last ask from bracelet anon making me smile a lot.....

T-to be perfectly clear, I have nothing against any of those people. I'm very, very grateful to them for all they've done for me, and I'm sure they have their reasons. It's why I'm not naming usernames or anything. I'm not gonna be a jerk and call any of them out specifically. But....y-yeah....that's how my day's been.

Good news is, I'm doing a lot better now, and.....yeah, I NEVER intended to, like...give up, or anything like that. Not only do I still have anons here, like you, talking to me, and I know that very well....but also, thinking about and talking about Golden Cheese legitimately makes me feel better when I'm in a bad mood....Talking about her gets me in that excitable, Head Empty Heart Too Full headspace that I really need sometimes when I'm down....>///////< So....no matter what, I was gonna keep making posts for those willing to read them. Giving up on them would've made me feel worse.....So, there was never any concern over that, promise....!

I-I'm so, so sorry I worried you, anon! I-I really am! T-today's just been a rough day for me, for a reason that...p-probably doesn't look too bad to you.....! Th-this isn't a pity party, I'm doing better now, and....that's all I wanna say! We're gonna be, as the kids would say, "so back" very soon, prooooomise....! >.<;

[medicinal-doll]

Enough.

Title: Enough.

Daddy!Ransom drysdale x little!bratty!Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: You're sick and tired of Ransoms bullshit but he's not done with you yet

Warnings: ddlg themes, headspace switch, fluff, clit play,fingering,teasing,cursing,dom/sub dynamic

A/N: Writing this wiped me out and I dont know why (p.s. Thank you guys for liking my fics it means alot!)

*Please don't repost without permission If you use my writing as inspiration please ask first and credit me

..............

"You can't talk to me like this anymore!" you huff "I'm not just one of your little fucking dolls you can do what you want with ransom" you argue at your boyfriend while he stares at you with that nonchalant glare that he knows gets your blood boiling.

"Well, thats all good and fine doll but I dont remember telling you that you could fucking leave me"

"I'm done listening to you ransom" you turn around on your heels and storm out of the room.

"You wont get far~" he says in a sing song tone

"Shove it up your ass hugh!" you shout back

......

You find yourself at your apartment, and the fact that ransom bought it for you last year doesn't ease your anger. you sigh and slide down the wall filled to the brim with frustration. "God why does he have to be such A fucking dick all the time" you grumble.

In your wallowing you hear your phone buzz

"Hey girl!, where are you at?"

"Um... I'm at my apartment why?" you respond confused

"Are you seriously skipping out on my party!?" "I even said you could bring your rich asshole boyfriend "

Shit, you had forgotten all about her birthday party. the fight fogged up your thoughts so you didnt even get the chance to tell ransom about it.

"Yeah Um... No, I'll definitely be there don't worry" you say grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

"You better be...."

.........

"Hey!sorry I'm late" you embrace your friend in A warm hug.

"Girl don't even trip I'm just glad you made it"

"Hey where's your boyfriend?" She asks curiously

"Yeah about that I...."

"Right here!" ransom says waving a hand with sunglasses over his eyes. And his usual cocky smile, which normally would charm you but after the fight it makes your stomach turn.

Your stand there stunned with a surprised look on your face "oh and I got this for you" he hands her a flashy bag. probably containing some overpriced luxurious item "Can't forget the birthday girl" he says with A smile and your friend laughs "you know what ransom I knew you weren't so bad " your friend leaves to put her gift on the table.

Ransom meets your shocked eyes with an unreadable expression and the faintest tinge of a smile.

"Hey honey, did you miss me"

You scoff and walk off to find A drink. With ransom around, there's no way you're getting through this party sober.

You reach your hand towards the ladle to fill your red cup with the vodka punch. But ransom swoops up beside you grabbing the items from your hand, And makes your drink for you. He then he royally bows before offering the drink to you with both hands.

"My lady~" He says with a smirk and mischievous eyes

Your face scrunches up in annoyance "If you think this is gonna make up for this morning, you're dumber than you look"

You snatch the drink from his hands and walk off to another room

Ransom laughs to himself "there's my little grumpy bear..."

....

A short time later you find yourself in the living room leaning against the cream painted white walls, knee deep in a silly debate amongst friends.

Until you hear an ear catching clink ring out in the room.

As heads start to turn you smile in an excitement eager to hear the usual hilarious birthday speech.

Your eyes land on the speaker in question, and a sense of existential dread robs you of your mood and cheerful smile.

"Excuse me ladies, gentlemen" "and birthday girl" ransom gestures to your friend.

"I only require your attention for a few quick moments" he says as he slowly inches closer towards you, and you instinctively mold your back against the wall fearing what ransom has to say.

"My love" he leans down and kisses your hand, but you feel awkward when he doesn't let go "These past years we've been together have been absolutely beautiful"

"And with that I only have one thing to say"

Ransom gets down on one knee and you feel your spirit leave your body from the embarrassment.

"Honey will you marry me"

"I think I'm gonna be sick" you say to yourself then rush out of the room running upstairs into the first bathroom and puke your guts out in the toilet.Shortly after you hear footsteps then feel A presence behind you.

Comforting hands find themselves grabbing your hair holding it away from your face, While a soothing hand rubs small circles along your back.

When you get done spilling your guts you're drained mentally and physically. Between being mad at ransom,attending the party, and throwing up. your energy was gone, with your brain out of order for the rest of the evening.

"You're alright sweetie you're okay "ransom says in that caring tone reserved only to you his little girl. you feel your mental state start to slip ,so you turn around and cling onto ransom wrapping your hands around his neck and hiding your face in his shoulder curling up into him.

"Cmon princess let's get you home and get you cleaned up

You nod silently into him feeling too small to talk.

Ransom understands this and how you can go mute when you're feeling especially tiny, and he picks you up carrying you downstairs.

"Hey ransom what the hell was that" your friend questions and you squeeze tighter onto him. Ransom just rolls his eyes and her eyes land on you "Hey you okay girl?" ransom does not have the patience for this questioning in general, but his short temper drops to almost nothing when it comes to caring for his babygirl.

"She's fine" "thanks for the party" ransom answers shortly before storming out the front door to his ridculousy expensive car.

Not even 5 minutes into the car ride you're out like a light head bobbing up and down, drool threatening to spill from your pouty lips and ransom has a warm hand on your leg as he admires your cuteness.

You reach home and now its ransoms favourite part, waking you up. you're so bratty when woken up from a nap. you just get the nastiest little attitude just cause you're sleepy. It's like you turn into A little ransom jr. with your potty mouth.

"Gorgeous wake up we're home" ransom gently shakes your body, and you frown turning your face away from him snuggling more into the seatbelt. ransom sighs and unbuckles you "Cmon princess be good and let daddy take care of you"

"No...." you pout to yourself ransom laughs finding your behaviour cute and picks you up bridal style softly cooing at you so you dont throw a fit and heads inside.

.......

Ransom sits on the stool in the bathroom with you sleepily tucked in his strong arms, while the warm bath water runs with your favorite soap and bath bomb to entice you in.

"Time to get undressed little one" ransom says as he grabs the hem of your dress slowly lifting it up you squirm away and try to push his hands off you with what little strength you have.

"Be good..." Ransom says in A warning tone but that only rouses you from your sleepy state even further. Gaining some of your big girl strength back you struggle against his prying hands with more vigor.

"Ow!" Ransom delivers A harsh slap to your backside which make you regress back into little girl space, and you sniffle softly as ransom removes your clothing.

After your pink panties hit the floor ransom stands with you in his arms and goes to set you in the warm water "Daddy no!" You cling onto his neck for dear life and ransom giggles silently to himself "glad to see you're finally awake honeybun" "but you gotta get in the bath so daddy can get you all clean okay pretty girl" your fight leaves your body at his praises but you still hold onto him.

"Baby" his voice darkens and you quietly tremble at the change of his tone

"You've been pretty fucking bratty to your owner today" he says as he threateningly caresses your bum "All that big girl mouth you gave to me this morning and at the party" he places a kiss to your temple and lowers his mouth to your ear "So don't take my kindness as forgiveness honey your still gonna get your punishment"

Your eyes widen at the buzzword " No papa! Not A punishment anything but that!"

You whine into his shoulder "M'sorry" ransom comfortingly pats your butt

"Well then you can start by getting in the bath like your daddy told you to hun" you whimper and slowly lower a leg down into the bubbly warm water and ransom follows your movement by slowly easing you down into the tub.

You give into the warm sensation and instantly relax "close your eyes baby" ransom fills a cup with the warm water with a fresh rosy aroma and delicately pours it over your head, you look up at ransom with innocent eyes "Daddy... Are you mad at me?" you question as he scrubs your back being suprisingly careful with you, ransom pauses for a second in thought..

"You know I'll always love you honey no matter how hard of a time you give me" ransom leans in and peppers your face with kisses and you giggle.

You tilt your head in confusion as he reaches for something from the counter.

He holds the toothbrush in front of your face and squeezes the minty paste onto the bristles "open up for me hun" you slightly part your mouth and ransom sticks the toothbrush in, bristles slowly gliding over your teeth.

When ransoms done, he grabs a cup and begins filling it with water then holds it to your face "swish this around and spit it back in the cup for me dolly"

you follow his instructions swishing the liquid around before letting it all go back into the cup "good girl" he ruffles your wet hair, then ransom pulls the bath stopper from the tub and turns his attention back to you.

"Alright cutie arms up" you lift them and ransom wraps the baby pink towel snug against your form, and picks you up.you lean into him as water from your hair drips onto his shirt.

........

Ransom sits down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. a few minutes pass as your eyes flutter open and closed every now and then. until you feel A hand grab a hold of the soft flesh of your thigh and roughly part your legs. you look at ransom in curiosity and go to speak but A firm hand clasps itself around your mouth.

Ransoms fingers dance around your inner thigh inching dangerously close to your princess parts "Daddy?" You try to say but it gets muffled by ransoms big hand "Shhh princess, you didn't think I'd forgotten about you punishment did you?" ransoms fingers brush over your clit and an indescribable chill runs up your spine and you whimper.

"I know you're tired baby so daddy's gonna take it easy on you" he starts moving his index finger in slow circles around the hood of your clit and you try to shake his hand from your mouth, but it's not budging "All I need is A sincere apology from you hun" "And daddy's gonna play with your little girl button until he gets it, okay sweetness?" He removes his hand from your mouth panting lightly ,and you yelp when he pinches your clit between his fingers "I wanted an answer to that baby"

"yes daddy..." you whimper softly and he slaps your clit "Ah!" You cry out "louder doll I couldnt hear you" "Yes! Papa!" You whine and hide your face in to his shoulder softly breathing in his intoxicating cologne "Good girl, Now tell daddy how sorry you are for your behaviour today" he says as he rolls your clit between his thumb and index finger

"Daddy I'm sorry..." he pauses his motions "for what honey" he says blankly

"F-for...um.." "Ah!" Another harsh slap hits your clit and ransom speeds his fingers up rubbing your clit at a mind numbing pace "Silly little girl doesn't even know what she's apologizing for" you barely hear what he is saying as your eyes water at the pleasure between your legs.

ransom senses this and leans his head down to your ear and speaks to you in that low dominant voice he knows gets you worked up "Babydoll.." your ears perk up "If you cum before I get my apology, I'll beat your ass red and raw till you scream how sorry you are" "Daddy doesn't have to do that right? Or is someone still feeling disobedient....."

"No! I'll say it please..." he slows down his ministrations and you sniffle "Go on honey, daddys listening"

"M'sorry daddy"

"For?" He questions

"F-for being A bad girl and being bratty to you"

"Aww see hun, that wasn't so bad was it" he wipes the tear that threatens to fall from your eye and kisses your head "daddy forgives you bunny...." ransom says as he dives two thick fingers into your juicy cunt and starts moving them up towards your g spot, and you scream "Daddy!" As you moan in pleasure and involuntarily writhe your body against him.

Ransoms fingers brush up against A certain sensitive spot and your mind goes blank "Ah- No! I said it daddy you promised!!" You sob into his shoulder "You were so naughty for me baby" He coos as he glides his fingers over that place sparking fireworks in your belly "trying to leave your daddy baby why honey"

You slip further into your small state as high pitched moans leave your mouth head too fuzzy to respond "Has daddy not been nice enough to you hm?" "Maybe I need to start babying you more honey"

Your walls clamp down on his fingers as you mutter his name again and again in a trance of pleasure "Cmon sweet girl cum for daddy so I can put you to bed" Ransom adds A third finger into your soaked pussy and rubs your clit in small circles with the other.

"Go on honey give daddy your orgasm, drench my hands and lap with that little princess cunt"

"Its not a princess cunt!" You whine at him feeling bratty again from his teasing "Aw baby yes it is, it's so wet and so tiny all for me" he lifts your head up to kiss your face, you blush and shy away from him hiding in his shoulder again to pout.

Ransom brushes over your clit one last time, and you bite down on his shoulder to muffle A loud cry as your body convulses around him. ransom runs a soothing hand up and down your waist slowly coaxing you through your orgasm, and slows down his fingers inside of you.

when your breath stills and you stop shaking ransom takes his fingers out of you with A pop. you lift your head up to look at him, and you see him lick every last drop of your cum from his fingers like it's his last meal. Then he delivers A sickeningly sweet kiss to your lips, but you pull away and look down in guilt.

"what is it darling" he asks as he rocks you gently back and forth "M'not ready to get married..." you look up at him through your bambi lashes, and he just laughs recalling the events from a few hours ago.

"I wasn't serious hun, I know you're not ready to marry me yet" "Would be nice though" he kisses your cheek as your expression fills with uncertainty "then why did you propose in front of all those people?"

"I dont know, I guess I thought that it would make you change your mind about leaving...."

"You made yourself look like a fool for me?" You quirk up at him and Ransom laughs giving you the gentlest kiss on your lips "Over and over again doll" he whispers to you.

"You got the spoiled little rich boy wrapped around your finger" he sighs and you giggle

"I was never gonna leave you daddy, I was just tired of you bossing me around all the time..."

"I'm sorry angel, you want me to stop babying you so much?"

You giggle at him and kiss his nose

"No daddy, I'll always be your little girl" you smile at him and he grins right back at you "Okay doll, time for bed" Ransom places one last kiss on your forehead before picking you up leaving the room to get his girl in her pj's and tucked into bed.

[kiankiwi]

maybe baby aus after having a bad day? like aus is cranky until we get home and when baby sees us he gets so happy and he immediately drops to his youngest headspace and baby gets so happy and giggly

Austin was having a horrible day. First, poor thing woke up with a crick in his neck, then a car splashed mud on his favorite pants and then an interviewer asked inappropriate questions about you, his fiance and caregiver. So he went to his publicist, Mandy, one of the few people who knew about his regression and asked her to "call mama?" to come get him because he was teetering too far and didn't trust himself to get himself home without slipping.

Mandy took one look at Austin's grumpy, pouty face and dialed you up, explaining that Austin was in a very bad mood and was about to drop and he needed you. While Mandy was on the phone with you, Austin found a corner to sit in and stew in his anger, just waiting for his favorite person while sitting with his knees tucked against his chest.

You knew he was definitely in a bad mood since he didn't even crack a smile when you two locked eyes. But at least he got himself off the floor and trudged over to you, leaning his head down to place it comfortingly on your shoulder. You just swayed him a bit, placing your hand on the back of his neck, allowing him a minute of comfort. You didn't speak until he pulled away, still looking mad as hell.

"Mandy told me you were being a cranky butt?" You asked. He just pouted at you but you gestured for him to go on. "What happened, lovie?" Austin pushed his pouty lip out, stamping his feet on the ground, "Talking bad about mommy. Made me angy." You nodded, reaching up to run your fingertips through his curls. "Yeah? I love you for being protective of me, bubs." Austin just pushed his pouty lip farther out and crossed his arms, looking down. He just wanted to go home and have a big cry about this disaster of a day.

"Mommy, can we go home now?" Austin is really impatient and grumpy. He really just wants to be alone with you to be comforted. You nod, grabbing his things. "Thanks Mandy for letting me know. I'll take care of him." She nods. "Yeah, just call me when he's better and out of headspace so I can line up our schedule again." You nod pulling him out the door and to the car. "Noted, thank you."

As soon as you get Austin in the car, he sends you a deadly glare and his glares only get worse when he realizes you're not going straight home. "Baby, why are you glaring at me? I'm not the one you're mad at." He knew that, he was just mad at the whole world right now and he needed a good cry and a good nap.

"Mama, home's that way." He points out the window, dropping his glare to give you a confused look. "I know baby, we have to stop at the store first." Austin was not happy about that at all. He stamped his feet in the foot boards of the car and arched his back in the seat, screeching and yelling at the ceiling. "Austin Robert! I know you're having a shit day but that doesn't give you the okay to act like this, you hear me?" Austin either chooses not to listen to you or can't hear you over his screams.

He's screaming so loud that you just bypass the store all together and go straight for home to get Austin settled.

"Baby. Baby, look where we are, hm?" Austin starts crying only long enough to notice you're back at the apartment. "We're home baby. What do you say we go upstairs and have a cuddle? Hmm?" Austin starts crying again, nodding. Yeah, he really wants to go upstairs and snuggle with his mama with his blankie and his stuffie. "Y-yeah." He whimpers. "Okay baby, c'mon."

When you get upstairs to your apartment, Austin is still weepy so you decide to just hold him and let him cry because that seems to be what he needs to do.

"It's okay baby, you're just fine, lovebug." You bring Austin into the nursery and lay him on the changing table. He reaches up and wipes the tear trails and snot from his face as you pick out a onesie for him to wear. "Baby, do you want to wear the foxes or the strawberries?" Referring to the print all over the two onesies you picked out of his closet.

Sniffling, Austin points to the strawberries. "Good choice, love." You make the change quick and pick him up, holding him. As he sobs on your shoulder you decide to walk laps in the living room. Bouncing him every so often and shushing him at the same time. "I know, lovebug. Oh so sad. Mama knows." You can feel Austin sucking on the shoulder of your shirt just to comfort himself as he watches the room over your shoulder. You pull at the curls on the back of his head, you both love the feeling of your hand in his hair.

You bounce and rock and pace with Austin and it takes 35 minutes of walking before he finally goes heavy in your arms. He finally fell asleep. "Finally. You just needed a cry, mister." You lay him down on the couch, kissing him on both sticky cheeks and his forehead, hoping he'll sleep for at least an hour because his body needs that break.

An hour and a half later, you're reading in the chair opposite Austin when you notice him pick his head up off the couch and look at you, his red eyes still a bit swollen. "Hi baby, you sleep good?" He nods silently. "Yeah, do you feel better?" He nods, shifting his eyes away from yours. "I'm sorry I was a bad boy." You shrug. "You're okay baby, we figured it out. Now we can start over." He points in the direction of the nursery. "Can I get my Moo-Moo?" Referring to his stuffed cow that a friend got him. "Yeah, go get your moo-moo bubs."

Smiling for the first time all day, he jumps off the couch and toddles to his nursery to get his friend.

*

I already have another Grumpy Aus fic in mind where he's nonverbal and only speaks in glares ! Hope you enjoyed this one though

@ellie-24 @mooodyblue @plasticfantasticl0ver

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - I Have Prime

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

I've been sort of dreading that conversation but it actually went fine.

He's not freaked out and doesn't think I'm some sort of weirdo, somehow, so yay.

Maybe we're just the same sort of weirdo, my mother always says there's a shoe for every foot.

Emmett's been a bit off since this morning and I thought maybe it was the phone call with his dad but I think it's because he's not sure about my headspace.

It makes sense, my mood and what I'm doing affects him a lot and he doesn't want to push me either way, I guess.

It's insanely sweet.

The problem is that I don't really know either.

Am I feeling all VP this afternoon?

No but I'm not feeling little, either, really.

I'm sort of in between.

I had to drive and be normal at church and I know there's still dinner to deal with so maybe I'm just lying low until this evening.

Maybe that's for the best, he'd probably enjoy having a real boyfriend sometimes.

But I should talk to him, explain, so he doesn't wonder.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah."

"I'm feeling sort of in between today, sorry if that's confusing or hard for you. I can pick a side if you prefer."

"Pick a side? You're silly Finnegan. No, whatever you are is fine, I just wasn't sure. Before all this started you told me that you didn't want me to treat you like a child and I haven't forgotten but sometimes it's, well I'm not sure where that line is sometimes."

Because sometimes I DID want him to treat me like one but I didn't realize it at the time.

"It's a moving target Emmett, sorry. Don't overthink too much, this shouldn't be so hard on you. I'm good. We did what I wanted all week and you deserve, I want to do what you want to for awhile. Please?"

"I wanted to go to the O's game and spend time with you this week and go to Peter's yesterday and I definitely wanted whatever the hell that was last night. And all the mornings. Besides, it's easier cooking for two, I'm eating better too. You seem to think you owe me, like I'm not having a great time too."

How can he be?

Yes, I know he wanted to go to the game but...

"Wouldn't all that stuff be more fun with someone, well, someone normal?"

"Stop. Stop. Look, some people act like old ladies when they're ten. Some don't grow up completely, well, ever. There's nothing wrong with you, darling, so stop. Don't make me set rule number three, I'm tired of you calling yourself names."

I can't quite control what's going on with my face.

"If it upsets you that much I'll try to stop. But wouldn't it?"

"No, no it wouldn't have been more fun with someone else."

I expect more but he's done. He said it plainly, without thinking at all, and I believe him.

"Okay."

"Good. Now, I'd like you to come with me to dinner but if you don't want to, there's chicken salad and sandwich stuff and a frozen pizza in the freezer. I can make you something before I go or when I get back if you prefer."

He asks so little of me and yes, meeting his parents, well his dad and stepmother, is a big deal but he also knows I'm leaving soon.

They're obviously fine with things, with him because I know he wouldn't take me into a bad situation.

"I'll go, if you're sure."

"Awesome, we won't be there all night or anything. My dad is sort of the 'small talk before dinner, eat and leave' kind of guy."

"Sounds like my kind of guy," I joke but I'm serious.

I've been to way too many dinners that lasted four or five hours.

"Let me just give him a quick call. We don't need to leave for an hour or so, at which point we're both going to need pants. Shorts are fine, it's not fancy, Finnegan."

"No tie, got it."

He kisses me on the forehead and disappears upstairs.

I'm not sure if his phone is up there or he's doing something or checking on Marten or just wants some privacy.

I decide to turn on the TV just so he's sure I'm not listening.

There's a baseball game on, perfect.

It's almost over but Emmett may want to watch the end if he's finished in time.

"Oooh, close game, where are we? Bottom of the 9th?"

"Yep."

I scoot over and he rewards me by snuggling up next to me.

I love that I can follow the game now, that I know what's going on.

"Thanks for teaching me the basics, Emmett. I really appreciate it."

He squeezes my thigh.

"You shouldn't talk about me teaching you anything today, and maybe not tomorrow either... damn boy."

Last night.

I giggle because yes, he did make some lovely promises.

I want to tease him so badly.

I shouldn't but I want to so I do.

I turn and whisper into his ear.

"I'm looking forward to you teaching me all about toys, Emmett."

"I'm going to get you a whole set of plugs. We'll start small and then every ten minutes I'll move you to a bigger one until my cock can slide right in and I can fuck you as hard as you need to be fucked, Finn. I'll do my best to keep you hard the whole time you're plugged and you'll start begging for my cock like a good little slut should."

A strange noise comes out of my throat and then another.

I lost that round, completely.

Lost. Lost. But damn, that sounds so, so good.

"Promises, promises."

"You know I keep my promises, Finn.  Stop whimpering or I'm going to... I don't know.  I'm so satisfied I can't do anything about it and I sure as hell shouldn't but damn boy, I will get you back for that eventually."

"I'm looking forward to it. Let me know as soon as you've got them and I will make sure I'm here."

He pulls his phone out.

"Are you ordering right now?"

"I'm sure as hell looking. We need plugs and one other thing that's going to be a surprise. That's the minimum, damn, I could get you all kinds of stuff. I have a few things but a man's toys should be his own."

Not arguing.

A few minutes later he says...

"Finn? Do you like being stretched?"

"Um, explain?"

"Like, worked open. Have you ever taken anything bigger than a cock? I mean, some guys like inflatables or getting fisted? Or beads? You might enjoy beads. I can get a small set."

"Small sounds good, I uh, just a cock. Some bigger than others but no, I feel no need to gape like a fucking well."

What gapes? That's the first thing that pops into my head. I've seen pictures, it's not sexy.

"A well. Shit, Finn. Okay. Any interest in a cock cage? Do you like ball play?"

"Emmett. Can we just start simple, please? I'm not some bondage boy."

"Hey, just asking. OH MY GOD."

"What?"

I try to look at his phone but he hides it.

"No, you can't see. I just found the perfect thing, it's fucking perfect. I can't wait. Okay, we have to have this. Adding it to my cart. And Finnegan?"

"Yes?"

"I have prime. Two day shipping, darling. Hey, how long till we get your results back from your tests tomorrow?"

"I honestly don't know. They usually mail them to me the next day so I may have results Thursday or Friday but this isn't my normal place, they may send them directly to my doctor first and then he'll call or send them to me? It may take awhile."

"I'm sure you'd hear right away if there was something wrong."

He needs to stop worrying about it. 

"There WON'T be anything wrong, Emmett."

"Relax, I hear you. I'm just saying that if you haven't heard by Friday, it's probably fine, right?"

Oh, now I get it.

"Yes."

"Then let's plan on celebrating next weekend if you're up for it."

"Up. I'm sure you can get me up."

Seriously though, I have to wait a whole week?

"Finnegan."

[alwaysthesitter]

I'm in a really bad headspace right now. Had a rough weekend at the convention for several reasons, and it seems to have leaked into it the days coming home (just got home yesterday, so of course convention bullshit is going to keep coming up. I'm giving it a week before it goes away honestly).

I'm just tired of people being so.....immature and not being adults. I was talking to a friend all day like we regularly have for the last 6 years, then suddenly she made a post that she was upset and when I checked in on her, she said she wasn't and didn't want to talk about it and no longer wanted to room with me for the next two cons we're attending. She keeps saying it's "just that simple and nothing deep" but I'm like.....uhhhhh. Because screwing me over like that is....not that simple.

I have this feeling that someone told her something about me, and instead of being an adult about it and talking to me about it, she's cutting me off entirely. Because I didn't do much at con other than sleep and spend time with friends and shop, and I definitely was NOT the one causing shit all weekend (trust me on that, oof). Like she won't just ask me about it or get my perspective, or even talk to me about why the sudden shift? Or what she heard? Which would be the civil thing to do. Like, let's talk it out. I don't even know why she's mad.

So yeah, not in the best mood. I'm feeling in a really dark place. I'm financially screwed over by this (again, shock). I'm anxious af because my friend won't talk to me like an adult and allow me to figure out what's happening or resolve anything. I am an adult, I like having resolution to conflict instead of this "he said, she said" bullshit. So yeah. If I'm short tonight, or not responding to things, or seem really resolved it's because I'm feeling horrible. I just want to catch a break, man. I'm exhausted.

[pararennial-archived]

*‵ ･ ze frank voice: that's how a chilla do ･ ′

Name / Alias: Chilla as in chinchilla lol

Are you over 18?

Yes / No

WRITING.

Are you selective about who you write with?

No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only).

I only write threads with mutuals, but the non-mutuals who I'm cool with can interact with the light, silly dash comm stuff!

Are you selective about who you follow?

No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people).

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon?

Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / Not Applicable.

She's an OC, baby! She's got her own canon and I have a vision!

What post lengths do you write?

One-Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella / All of the aforementioned.

Do you use icons and/or GIFS?

No / Gifs / Icons / Yes / Sometimes.

Do you write on other platforms?

No / Yes

What level of plots do you write?

Unplotted/ Open-Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics / All of the mentioned

I just love continuity and stories between characters, but I am realistic about time and commitment and can be flexible. I just hate purposeless and aimless stuff.

How quickly do you usually respond to threads?

Very Slow (more than a month) /Slow (3-4 weeks) / Average (1-2 weeks) / Fast (less than one week) / Very Fast (less than three days)

It depends on my mood and whether I feel like I am in a good headspace to write.

What types of themes do you like?

Adventure / Romance / Fluff / Angst/ Violence / Tragedy / Domestic / Family / All of the aforementioned

Yeah, romance will be an extremely rare thing because I created a canon endgame for Roxy and also... romantic attraction is sorta... an iffy thing for Roxy. More on that later.

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? ( Feel free to add!)

High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Smut / Adventure / Espionage / All of the aforementioned

Are there any themes you're uncomfortable writing on your blog? (Not triggers)

No / Yes / Sometimes

Do you have any triggers? How do you request it tagged?

They are more visual triggers that make me genuinely upset like rl g.ore, images of self-mutiliation or self-harm, uncanny valley kind of stuff (again it depends on how I am feeling? It's hard to explain but anything to do with unsettling stares makes me nope so hard).

SHIPPING.

What types of relationships are you open to?

Romantic / Platonic / Familial / Enemies / All of the aforementioned

I feel like nowadays dynamics are too oversimplified and lacking complexity. Yes I like friendships, familial, enemies (muses having beef makes everything extra juicy), etc. I feel like I cannot really encompass a lot of the other stuff I crave so I figured I needed to say a little something about it. Also, if romance happens, it'll be very slow burn and I do not ever autoship my character. Ever.

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to?

Romantic / Platonic / Familial / All of the aforementioned

I don't do pre-established relationships anymore, my writing and my character shine when there are no expectations and just growth through interactions. In short, it's better to fuck around and find out.

Do you have OTPs?

No / Chemistry Only / Yes /

Well, I did create Maciu for Roxy... and for the mutual who's heard me talk about stupid shit about this goofy, loveable himbo, then yeah... that's the OTP.

Do you have NOTPS?

No / Yes / hmmm.

Well... I'm not into forced romances... especially with super hetero m/f ships because it leaves such a bad taste in my mouth when people assume that any sort of positive relationship that Roxy has with a non-blood related man means that they are going to get together. Also... because I had to deal with such grossness in the past around Roxy's asexuality, I literally had to write a post to get people to act right and draw the line with her.

What is your muse's sexual orientation?

Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Pansexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual / Still trying to figure it out

What is your muse's romantic orientation?

Heteroromantic/ Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic / Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Still trying to figure it out / Depends on the muse you're asking.

Are you comfortable writing smut?

No / VERY Selectively / Yes

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically?

Autoship / During plotting / After a couple IC interactions / Several IC interactions / Slow burn / Plot dependent / Never / If it happens it happens

Are you open to toxic ships?

No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

I hate that I feel like I need to explain myself a lot, but up to the point with Roxy's character development, I feel like it's less likely she's gonna land herself in toxic relationships with people because she's been there and done that. She's not afraid to put anybody on their asses if they try her patience. And this is by no means me saying that victims are too weak-willed or cannot stand up for themselves. It's more that as soon as Roxy catches onto any sort of fuckery it's over, no exceptions. But toxic relationships don't have to be romantic, sometimes it takes one person to negatively influence your life if you allow them access. That would be interesting, but I don't want to romanticize that.

Are you open to problematic ships?

No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure This is too broad, but I will say that I have no inclination to write abuse in romance, definitely not age gaps where minors are involved, no to inc*st, anything to do with sexual abuse or r*pe, curing the racist/bigot plots, etc.

Are you open to polyshipping?

No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure

I mean IF that happens!

Are you an exclusive shipper?

Never / Sometimes / Yes / I would be open to discuss it

I mean, if a ship outside of Roxy's canon actually happens! I went 10 years without a ship here, if that isn't a testament to Roxy's "fickle" demiromanticism, I don't know what is! Canon x OC, or OC x OC, if it happens, let's talk!

Does crack shipping ever happen?

Nope / Yes / depends

My friends, once again, this shit has never happened in all my years here lmfao!

Tagged by: @ama-tcra-su

Tagging: anybody

[thedo0zyslider]

Explosions Across Lifetimes - Chapter Twelve: Friends Again? - 5k Words

There's a lot of talking to do the next morning, and Jimmy is glad to revolves some things in the end.

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Jimmy was at the healer's shack as soon as he woke up that morning, knocking on the front door before the haze of sleep had even left him. He wasn’t expecting the door to be opened really, since he woke up at an ungodly hour to most people, but Hemlock was there regardless. He opened the door for Jimmy with a smile, and let the Codfather in without protest. He vaguely remembered something about Hemlock's own sleep schedule, and that it was just as weird as the Codfather’s was.

The blonde smiled back as he walked past, making a beeline for Scott’s room. He'd been the most worried about the elf all night. The cod hadn’t been worried about Gem, because she had Fwhip; and he was sure her brother would smack any stupid thoughts out of her head. Scott didn’t really have anyone truly, and he probably sat there all night thinking he deserved to be alone and tortured.

He opened the door gently, to find Scott sitting up in bed again, much like he had been the first time Jimmy came for a visit. Rivendell’s ruler looked over at him, a small smile of greeting spreading across his face.

"Good morning." Scott muttered quietly.

"Mornin'" Jimmy nodded. "Have you eaten anything yet?" He asked, now standing beside the footboard.

"Yeah, a little." The elf nodded. "They asked me all sorts of questions though."

"Like what?" Jimmy asked, sensing a little irritation in the other's tone.

"Like how much we were starved and stuff." Scott responded, then gave Jimmy a sharp glance. "And I know they have to slowly reintroduce food to me, it's just frustrating is all." The elves' words had the same kind of vibe they had the day before, and Jimmy knew instantly what was up.

"You don't think you deserve to be taken care of like this, huh?" He sighed, giving Scott the most tired look he could muster. Which wasn’t hard for it being early in the morning. Scott didn't have a response to that, and flicked his gaze away. Instead he just muttered something about how it was a little mean to show him fresh food, his first in days, then tell him he has to wait to eat it. The Codfather had to wonder if Gem was being so mopey, or if the elf had just woken up in a sour mood. The latter seemed far more likely.

"Ya feeling better?" Jimmy asked after a moment. "Pain-wise, I mean."

"I still have some bruises, but they fixed everything major." Scott said, his voice a little more friendly than it had been a moment ago. "I'm too warm here though." He muttered, and Jimmy felt suddenly bad.

"Sorry about that.” The blonde winced. He’d been so focused on getting Scott to safety, he hadn’t even realized the temperature might be bothering him, or making him feel sick. Scott shrugged, as if to say it was fine, and Jimmy had to assume it would be. If the healers hadn’t cooled the room already, and Scott left after today, then it probably was fine. Though maybe that was the anxiety talking, because Jimmy again knew nothing about how Scott’s magic worked. For all he knew, he was just worrying over nothing, and the other ruler would only just be mildly uncomfortable

Scott patted the sheets next to him, and Jimmy sat down a little hesitantly. "We still need to talk about things, don't we?" He muttered, and Scott nodded in conformation. The cod just blinked, and prepared himself for….whatever the hell they were about to discuss.

“I wanna say sorry,” Scott began slowly, gaze now fixed firmly out the window. “For the last time we talked. I wasn’t in a good headspace and was probably a little rude to you. Oh, and I was definitely rude to Fwhip, so I’m sorry to him as well.”

“I don’t think any of us were in a good headspace so it’s fine, really. I get it man.” Jimmy added, remembering how he’d thrown around an old nickname at their last meeting. Yeah, that had been a bit of dick move, he had to admit.

Scott nodded in acknowledgement. “Just wanted to apologize for it. It felt wrong not to.”

“I appreciate it.” Jimmy smiled gently at him, a smile the elf did not return. His face stayed in a neutral expression, and his hands fiddled with the sheets a little nervously. “I think I figured out some stuff over the last four days…” He muttered after a moment, and Jimmy’s earlier curiosity rose a little.

“Oh? Like what?” He asked, letting a long pause fall between them afterwards.

“How I feel about you, for starters.”

Yep, saw that one coming. Jimmy thought, cringing internally. They had to have this conversation at some point, and the cod started to prepare himself for the worst.

“I don’t love you. Not like you love Fwhip. That was some weird love and some weird glimpses of another time, I think. I haven't loved you for months now.”

“Well that’s good, or else this would be really awkward.” The blonde let out a sigh of relief at that, tension leaving his shoulders.

Scott himself looked a little relieved by the admission. “I think I was clinging onto those feelings too, after the end battle, after we stopped talking. They made me feel better, I guess, and nothing else was making me feel happy then. I convinced myself we were on a break, or something, and that you still loved me back.” He explained, wings folded tightly against his back. The elves' voice was calm, but all his body language revealed how hard this conversation was for him. Honestly, Jimmy wasn't having the easiest time either, especially after that last part.

The cod took a minute to collect his thoughts, and Scott waited for him to speak in the slightly tense silence. “Even after I told you, verbatim, ‘I don’t think this is gonna work out?’” He asked, voice almost a whisper.

“Yeah.” Scott confirmed, a small, humorless smile creeping its way onto his features. “I guess I was really desperate for escapism, huh?”

“How’d you feel…when the rumors about me and Fwhip started?” Jimmy asked a moment later. The question felt a little too personally really, but something inside him wanted to know. Had to know. “Horrible." Scott chuckled humorlessly again. "Like my world was shattering, but also like I could finally stop lying to myself.” The elf took one look at Jimmy, then immediately added, “Don’t apologize, that was my own fault.”

Jimmy, who had a “ sorry about that” locked and ready to go, just nodded. If Scott was admitting some hard things today, then so was he.

“I think I loved him for a while.” The blonde mumbled, now being the one to cast his gaze out the window. “Even when I was with you. Just didn’t know it was all.”

“Kinda figured that out a while ago.” Scott smiled at him, his legs now idly swinging off the side of the bed.

He turned his gaze back to Scott. "Really? How?” The question was a quiet murmur, and Scott answered with a smile and words just as quiet.

“Because of how you look at him. Because that’s the way I used to look at you, when I thought you were my world.”

Jimmy blinked a few times, then smiled. He wasn’t expecting such…such well, heartfelt words from the elf. But Scott was right, he guessed he did look at Fwhip like that. Because he is, isn't he? My world. My wither rose.

“That look doesn’t come from just a crush does it?” He muttered, expression a little lighter than it had been a few minutes ago.

Scott’s face was lighter too, and he giggled back. “Nah, usually not.”

“Can I ask something now?” Scott mumbled, after they had exchanged a few more laughs. Jimmy nodded, not expecting the rather heavy question he received.

“Why didn’t you find us sooner?’

The Codfather just blinked. He didn’t know how to word this, but he had to do so carefully. Jimmy didn’t want to demonize any of his friends in any way. They had been frustrating to deal with over the past few days, sure, but they had also been worried . "I wanted to look in Mythland from the start." He began, wringing his hands together. "A few people agreed with me, but most of us were scared."

"Scared?" Scott asked. Jimmy nodded.

"Scared to find both of you dead, I guess. Didn't want to believe Sausage, or even Joey, could do something like that. Scared to lose more of us in the process." Jimmy explained it slowly, pausing at multiple points to consider his words. He was pretty sure his old frustration was leaking through regardless. He wasn’t going to elaborate further if Scott didn’t want him too, fresh memories of arguments with Fwhip and a few others already springing back to the front of his mind. Describing the past four days as simply rough would be a big understatement.

“ Oh .” Scott just mumbled, and didn’t say anything more on the matter.

“We should probably tell them you’re back now.” Jimmy jumped on the next topic he could think of. If Scott wanted to let the previous one die, he was more than happy to go along with it.

The Codfather reached for his communicator, feeling around blindly in his pocket until he found it. The electronic buzzed in his hands as soon as he had hold of it, surprising the blonde. The thing buzzed a few more times in rapid succession, startling Jimmy so much he almost dropped it. There was a small sticker beside him, and his eyes flicked over to Scott.

The elf had his own communicator in his hands as well, and Jimmy had to wonder where the hell he'd even pulled it out from. He rolled his eyes, and flicked them back down towards the screen in his hands. It seemed Scott had messaged the others before he and Fwhip could. That was probably the best way to break the news anyways, because he was sure Fwhip would've just jumped to the almost dying part by accident.

Smajor1995: hey guys

Katherineeliz: SCOTT???

Shubble: OMG?? HII

LDShadowlady: are you okay???

Pearlescentmoon: IS GEM WITH YOU?

fWhip: yeah she's here

GeminiTay: hi guys

SmallishBeans: thank cod

Pixlriffs: are you two okay? genuinely

SolidarityGaming: yeah they're fine

SolidarityGaming: found em in mythland yesterday and brought em to the cod empire for healing

Pearlescentmoon: why didn't you tell us??

fWhip: because you would've crowded around the healers while they did their job idk

GeminiTay: we kinda needed immediate medical attention

GeminiTay: also don't be rude fwhip

Smajor1995: by "we" she probably means just me

Pixlriffs: fwhip has a point there

LDShadowlady: how badly were you two hurt???

fWhip: I feel like we should have a meeting to discuss all that

SmallishBeans: that’s a good idea actually

Pixlriffs: when should we have it? And where?

Shubble: also scott and gem are you two healed enough??

Smajor1995: Meeting today. At Katherine’s. As soon as possible.

fWhip:…..uhhh okay..?

Pearlescentmoon: Kath you good with that?

Katherineeliz: yeah that’s fine! :]

Jimmy blinked, looking over at Scott. The elf’s grip on his communicator had tightened, so much so the cod freaked he would crack the screen. He reached over slowly, placing a hand on Scott’s arm. The other’s gaze wiped towards him at lightning speed, eyes wide and almost….fearful. Jimmy blinked again, and hesitantly moved his hand away.

“Sorry..” Scott mumbled, snapping out of it a moment later. “It-It’s just Katherine told me once the corruption doesn’t like her magic. The Overgrown wards it away or something.” He stammered, letting his communicator fall beside him on the bed. Jimmy’s own was put back into his pocket, the device no longer buzzing. “They can’t…they can’t get us at Katherine’s”

Jimmy nodded, understanding it suddenly. House Blossom was familiar, it was safe. And it was right next to Rivendell and the Crystal Cliffs. They couldn’t be taken again if they were safe, surely.

The Codfather just smiled slowly after that. “Well, you said as soon as possible, so we better leave within the hour, huh?” Glancing outside, Jimmy could see that it was almost eight thirty, and the flight to Katherine’s could take just over an hour on a bad day. And would probably take longer, assuming they’d skirt around Mythland and the Jungle.But that was if Scott was well enough to fly, and Jimmy was sure he was, but the anxiety still gnawed at the back of his mind regardless.

“I should probably change out of these clothes first…” The elf mumbled, looking down at the shirt currently on his back.

"Where’d Gem put your outfit again?" The cod asked, eyes scanning the room briefly.

"It's in that chair over there." Scott said, nodding to said chair, the one sitting in the corner of the room. Jimmy hummed in response, having forgotten that they'd thrown the garments over at some point the night before.

He stood, walking over and grabbing the elf’s usual attire. When Jimmy turned back to the bed, he saw that Scott seemed a little reluctant to stand. That made sense, to him at least. He didn’t think the two prisoners had done much walking in those tiny jail cells, other than maybe some pacing on the first day or so. Gem had been walking fine the other day, but she also hadn't had a leg injury.

He lended a hand to the elf, and Scott gripped it tightly as he stood properly for the first time in almost five days. Scott took his outfit with a smile, and playfully shooed Jimmy out of the room; making some comment about not seeing him undressing or whatever. The Codfather smiled, happy to see the elf more and more like his normal self. Or more prepared to put on a mask again.

Jimmy was going to walk down the hallway, to check on Gem, when the wizard almost ran into him first. “Oh! Jimmy, sorry about that!” She apologized, The Codfather stumbling to a halt in front of her.

“It’s all good!” Jimmy laughed, flashing a wide smile at her. Gem gave him one of her own, adjusting her hat atop her head. “How’s Scott?” She asked, glancing past him and towards the elf’s room.

“He’s doing fine, I think. He’s changing right now.” Jimmy responded, following her gaze. “We just had a long talk…so he might be a bit, um, sour .” He mumbled, reflecting on the elf’s mood at the start of their conversation.

“Wasn’t too bad of a talk, hopefully.” Gem commented, studying him a bit.

“It went better than I thought it would.” The blonde muttered, gaze set on Scott’s door for another moment, and Gem’s almost overprotective one searing into the back of his neck. He turned, keeping a neutral look on his face, and asked where Fwhip had run off too.

“He said he needed some fresh air.” Gem told him. “Check by the docks maybe? He likes watching the water sometimes.” She pushed past him, not impolitely, to go knock on Scott’s door. Jimmy said nothing, just walked out of the healers building, hands shoved in his pockets.

Gem was right, her twin was at the docks, watching the water. Fwhip stood there, tail lazily flicking against the wooden planks, eyes focused on the ocean. In the distance you could see the Ocean Empire, the Prisma Palace hidden by a thin layer of fog. Jimmy wondered where his sister was at the moment, and if she’d already set out for the meeting yet, or if she was trying to drag Joel out of building something. The latter seemed far more likely.

He moved to stand next to Fwhip, and the Count glanced at him. He pulled the cod closer with a wing and smiled. “Hey, good morning.”

“Morning, you just wake up?” Jimmy asked, noting the slightly messy hair his partner had that morning. Fwhip hummed in confirmation, “Like forty minutes ago or something. Stayed with Gem all night.”

“I expected as much.” He muttered flatly.

“Can you blame me?” Fwhip raised an eyebrow at him.

“No,” Jimmy sighed. “I wanted to stay with you, or keep Scott company, but I didn't think it’d be appreciated.” He explained, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You sound like you just talked to him.” The Count commented, studying Jimmy’s face. The cod just grumbled quietly. “Yeah, we resolved some stuff. Pretty sure he still blames himself for everything. Literally everything.”

“He’s stupid.” Fwhip hissed, frustration leaking out of his tone, balling his fists together as well.

“Tell me about it.” The Cod grumbled, letting Fwhip’s wing pull him closer. They stood less than an inch apart now, and he gave into the urge to lay his head on the half dragon’s shoulder. He had to lean down a little uncomfortably to do it, but it was worth it in his opinion. Fwhip just gave a huff of fondness.

“We’re in public, remember?” His partner muttered, suspiciously close, like he was trying to lean down and give him a kiss or something cute like that. He felt the wing wrap around him tight, and the other’s tail intertwine with his own.

“Do you mind it?” He asked, ready to pull away if the answer was yes.

“Too tired to care.” The Count huffed, and Jimmy had forgotten it took that man like, an hour to wake up. Instead of pulling away, he buried his head into Fwhip’s scarf, taking in the warmth and the familiar, now almost comforting, smell of ash. A kiss was indeed pressed to the top of his head a moment later, and Jimmy smiled triumphantly into the fabric.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying their first truly quiet moment together in what felt like years. Jimmy watched the sea, the water rippling, and smiled when he caught a glimpse of cod swimming past. Fwhip didn’t have a noticeable reaction to the fish like he used to, and the Codfather took that as a good thing. A great thing even.

Gem’s voice shattered the moment a little while after, just as his people started really getting into their daily routines. “Fwhip!” She called her twin’s name, presumably on her way to the docks that very moment. “Scott’s getting antsy! Grab Jimmy if you see him!”

“On it!” Fwhip called over his shoulder, and Jimmy unburied his face as slowly as he could. The Count placed one more kiss to his head, before folding his wing against his back again. Jimmy untangled their tails, and started down the path. He’d shoot Caleb or another council member a message on the walk back, in case he still had something scheduled for that day. He also made a mental note to give the other two another healing potion before leaving, just to be on the safe side.

Fwhip walked beside him, one hand in his coat pocket, and the other slipping into Jimmy’s. He squeezed gently, claws digging into the cod’s palm gently, and Jimmy squeezed back. They let go again before meeting up with Gem.

As Jimmy expected, they reached House Blossom in over an hour. They’d taken the easiest route Gem could think of, one that was comfortable for her and Scott. They’d leave the Cod Empire through its shared, yet smaller border with Pixandria, and would avoid Mythland by braving the unclaimed land around it. After that they’d traveled through Pearl’s strong holding for the final leg of the journey. Fwhip argued they could’ve gone through Spawn, but both Scott and Gem agreed Spawn wasn’t safe, that it was neutral ground and therefore Sausage or Joey could get them there. Pearl and Sausage might be best friends, but the farmer would kick his ass if he tried anything in her empire, without a doubt.

They were definitely the last four to arrive at the meeting, and once they reached House Blossom’s castle Gem was hurrying them towards the usual meeting room. Jimmy grumbled as she did so, almost tripping over his own tail in the process. But they maneuvered through the halls quickly, and Fwhip was opening the grand doors in what felt like no time at all.

Six heads swiveled in their direction as the doors swung open, Jimmy and Fwhip walking in first. Gem entered right behind them, while Scott shuffled in a little hesitantly, as if he was scared of what their friends would say to him. “GEM!” Pearl yelled as soon as she laid eyes on the wizard, moving to stand up and greet them, and a few others followed suit. She was only beaten by House Blossom ruler herself.

Katherine stood from her chair swiftly, the legs of it clattering against the ground as she roughly let it fall to the side. She ran forward quickly, and managed to wrap both Scott and Gem in a hug. Gem, a little stunned, returned the embrace quickly. Scott just stood there limply, yet clearly leaning into the touch. Pearl waited for her turn anxiously, right next to Fwhip, while Jimmy felt the unmistakable bump of his seablings own tail against his, of scales brushing against scales.

He bumped her back instantly, the exchange being something they came up with thousands of years ago, an easy way to confirm the other was there, that their sibling was still safe. They didn’t use it much now, because until recently they hadn’t been in much shared danger. Jimmy turned to her right after he returned the gesture, meeting a slightly exasperated glare. Joel stood next to her, hands on his hips, and Jimmy knew he was in for some kind of talking too.

“You worried us a lot yesterday-” Lizzie started it gently, and Joel was quick to interrupt her.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you lad?” His brother and law huffed, giving him a light punch on the arm. Jimmy just winched, and hung his head in defeat. Yeah, yeah he deserved that. Lizzie just glared lightly at her husband, before resuming what she had been saying before. “Can you stop doing stupid things like that, please? And also stop picking fights, just as a general thing while we’re here?” She huffed, sounding like her actual age for once.

Jimmy nodded again, and his sister wrapped him in a quick hug. He buried his face into her shoulder before pulling away, letting out an apologetic click. Lizzie made a click of her own in return, and pulled away so Joel could give him a side hug of his own.

After that the three turned back to the others. Pix and Pearl had Gem trapped in conversation, Fwhip hovering nearby. Scott was crouching, saying something softly to Shrub, while Katherine watched over his shoulder. Lizzie walked over to where Gem stood, catching the wizard's gaze. Joel walked over to Scott, waiting until the elf was done with his current exchange before speaking. Jimmy stayed where he was, content to wait until the meeting formally started. At some point Fwhip drifted to stand beside him, and he took the chance to secretly lace their fingers together again.

The Count held on to his partner’s hand, squeezing until the meeting was called to start and they had to separate, their seats unfortunately still on opposite sides of the table.

It felt good to be in his normal seat again, facing Gem and Scott beside him, instead of constantly looking at their empty chairs; wondering if the two were even still alive anymore. Lizzie and Joel were on his other side as always, and Pix was the one at the front of the table that day. He and Katherine tried to switch that between them each month, one of them taking charge of the meeting rather than both. It almost felt normal, almost. And it would be, if not for the empty seat beside Shrub, and the one sandwiched between Fwhip and Pearl.

“…So.” Pix began, letting silence fall over the room for a moment. “What exactly happened yesterday? And over the four before that?” Seven gazes fell expectantly onto Jimmy, and he tried not to shrink in on himself. It didn’t work very well.

“The other morning I decided to go to Mythland, like I’d been saying we needed to-” He started, noticing the eye rolls and winces that followed his words; some even averted their eyes in regret. “-and found Scott and Gem in Sausage’s dungeon.”

“That all?” Joel asked, cheek resting on his palm. The pose felt far too casual for the meeting actually, if Jimmy thought about it.

“I told you everything else through comms,” The cod shrugged. “Both of them needed medical attention, Scott especially, so I just kept them at my place for the night.”

“Are you okay, by the way?” Katherine asked, gaze shifting to the elf across from her. Rivendells ruler nodded. “It was just a few burns and some broken bones.” He mumbled, eyes firmly fixed on the table.

“Burns!?” Pearl gasped. “What kind?”

“Magic kind.” Scott said, voice getting softer. Fwhip stiffened from where he sat.

“From Sausage?” The Count asked, and Scott nodded in confirmation. “Started at my sides, then went along my back. Made wearing clothes kinda painful.” The last part was punctuated with a humorless sound, and Jimmy really hoped he stopped doing that soon, because it was the third time he’d done so that day and it was getting a little worrying.

Fwhip put a hand over his mouth, and the Codfather could tell his tail was flicking just by glancing at him. Jimmy shared a horrified little glance with the Count, and tried to stop himself from balling his fists up. “Fwhip? What is it?” Shrub asked, an urgence in her voice that wasn’t often heard.

“That’s the same thing he did to Jimmy.” The half dragon said, running a hand over his face. Eyes were on the Codfather again, and he kept his gaze firmly fixed on the wall. He ghosted a hand over his side, the one that had been injured before, and shivered.

Gem spoke again, looking almost as somber as she had been when Jimmy found her. “He did say something…..something about the attack on Jimmy being a test. A test of how much damage he could really do, and how fast he could inflict it.” Her voice was quiet, low, and the rest of the room was as well. Scott shrunk in on himself beside Jimmy, shaking, and the Codfather himself felt his blood turned to stone. Fwhip slammed a hand down on the table.

The wizard continued, taking advantage of the silence to get the words out. “Sausage also mentioned he did it to h-hurt…to hurt Scott I think.”

“But he should know they're not together.” Lizzie mumbled. “He got possessed after that happened.”

“I think his memories are a bit scrambled.” Gem said, gaze dull. “I think some, from right before this, might be gone temporarily. I mentioned something that happened the day before he disappeared, and he didn’t recall it at all.”

“That’s….” Joel started to say something, but trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.

“We don’t have to talk about this, you know.” Pix suggested, casting meaningful glances at Gem and Scott. The elf just shook his head.

“No, you all deserve to know what happened.” Scott’s voice was slightly louder than it had been before, and Jimmy was sure it would lower in volume again soon. He felt a pang of sympathy for the other, but also admiration. Jimmy didn’t think he'd be able to talk about that, not so soon after it happened.

"Well then," Pix nodded, seeming a little unsure. He cast a quick glance between Gem and Scott. "The floor is yours." He announced, then fell silent for the time being.

"There was a bit of corruption in the room, slowly inching towards the cages, for starters." Gem said. "Joey could tell we hated it, so he told Sausage to keep it there, because Sausage doesn't like the stuff in his buildings." It made sense to Jimmy why they'd wanted to avoid Spawn after that, because while Pearl and Pix's empire did have some corruption, Spawn had more. Spawn had always had more, because there was never someone there to constantly drive the disgusting red growth back.

"Cages?" Shrub muttered.

"Yeah, we were kinda tortured." Scitt said flatly, flicking his eyes over to gnome for a moment, before moving them back to the table. "It was mostly the magic, sometimes knives and swords and axes. Never anything…like, medieval I guess."

"They broke Scott’s bones at one point." Gem added, with a glare at the other. Scott just glared back, and the Codfather assumed that was the result of Scott taking the torture for her. No other emperor said anything on the glares though, assuming it wasn't their business, so Jimmy kept his mouth shut.

"That's…. horrid. " Katherine whispered, hand over her mouth. Shrub moved to hold the sheep's hand comfortingly, and everyone else looked like the information had taken a few years off their lives. Jimmy felt that way too, if he was being honest. He'd heard most of these facts once before, and hearing them again still made his gut turn in horror, in disgust, in a lot of emotions he didn't want to dig into.

"I've been thinking," Pearl began. "That maybe the increase in…sightings were a sign."

"Have you?" Scott asked, clearly glad to jump on another topic. Pearl nodded at him, and Jimmy wouldn't be surprised if that was her plan all along.

"Elaborate?" Pix asked, and the farmer nodded again.

"Well, he went missing for two months, after increased interaction with Xornorth. Then, he reappeared by visiting me first. After that he visited the rest of us, minutes Joey, Me, Fwhip, and Gem, over the course of about five to eight days." Pearl explained. At some point she'd been handed a piece of paper and a quill, and started to map out the chain of events as she spoke.

"Those visits ended with his attack on Jimmy." Pearl's voice became a little more soft and sympathetic as she reached that part, and Jimmy appreciated the sentiment. He'd had a few nightmares about that day, if he was being honest. "Sausage visited me everyday after that, like he used to sometimes before. On the third day, the day of the kidnapping, he said he had to leave early."

"And then we were stuck in a cell for four days, until yesterday when Jimmy found us." Scott finished. Pearl nodded for a third time, scribbling that down on the piece of paper as well.

"I think the attacks were a sign." Fwhip chimed in. "They got more violent each time, didn’t they? And he didn't go to see any of the Wither Rose Alliance."

"How does that factor in?" Lizzie asked, head tilted curiously.

"Because we probably would've guessed he was up to something." Fwhip shrugged. "We know him too well, and he's not stupid."

"He sure acts like he is, going and getting all possessed." Gdm mumbled, a little darkly. No one made any further comments after that, and the meeting fell into silence.

"I think we're done here." Scott said after a few minutes, and began to stand from his seat. Murmurs of agreement followed his words, and the ten rulers started to prepare for their own departures. Scott and Gem were crowded around slightly, everyone making sure to get in a hug and a goodbye, some of them even promising to check in daily via communicator.

The Codfather turned to say something to Fwhip, wanting to maybe hold his hand once more before leaving, to feel the comforting weight of his lover's hand in his own. Yet he found the other already leaving with his sister, presumably going to travel home with her; and the probably stay at the Crystal Cliffs for a while. Jimmy didn’t mind though, knowing he could see the half dragon later, and hopefully soon. Hopefully.

Katheine offered to travel home with Scott, clearly seeing how rattled he was. And the cod knew he had to shoot his shot, wanting to say one more thing to the other before they saw each other next; which was a much less certain thing than when he would see Fwhip.

Jimmy smiled at the elf, catching him before they parted ways. "Friends again?" He asked, doing so a little hesitantly. He wasn’t really sure of what the answer would be, but he did want to be friends with Scott again. He cared about the guy a lot, and they probably still had some issues to work through, but almost losing someone kinda makes you forget about all that for a moment. Their talk had also helped, and had made Jimmy feel like this whole relationship was salvageable, like they could go back to how they used to be; before the courting. before everything.

Scott smiled back at him gently. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

The cod smiled back, and let Scott finally leave the room. There was a warmth setting in his chest, but it was gladly a different kind from the warmth Fwhip, and Scott himself used to give him.

[firespirited]

Weird day today. Had a very nice but subtly unnerving surprise meeting with an old friend of the family. She brought up dad which was expected but the religious language and contextualising everything was tough: "you and us are doing ok because we're children of gd" "gd brings us together" "gd protect us from evil" type stuff along with usual gd willing, thank gd, gd is good language.

I handle references to faith just fine culturally in Arabic, it's a little less culturally comfortable in French (or even English) but it's also not something I can reply to except with a polite nod that doesn't say yes but "I hear you".

It brought up a lot of complex emotions about half a dozen things as these things do when you've been rejected or hurt by people with gd as a reason. Also a painful reminder that I need to establish religious boundaries again with family again because I do take words seriously and don't want to be praying or agreeing to prayer because its uncomfortable to say that I'd rather not - after all it is as a matter of respect, if gd is real I refuse to treat communication with Them as trivial.

It was lovely to see she and her family are well. She speaks very fast so I wasn't able to say that I'm very happy for her lesbian daughter even as I could see her skirt around it like she thinks I might be biased against it (Honey no! Even as a tween when I was still christian, I thought any couple willing to commit for life and actually take those 'all circumstances' vows was to be celebrated. Of the dozens of red flags to not approve a marriage, being gay seemed totally illogical to me. Besides the passages about mlm and wlw were clearly in context about getting it on outside of marriage for social or ceremonial reasons and saying it's not real sex because it's not P in V and like A) we'd covered ancien greeks getting freaky in school and B) this was the Monica Lewinski era: everyone in the western world debated whether only P in V/hetero constitutes cheating. As a kid I didn't see it but after Lewinski? Those passages are clearly about what counts as cheating).

And I'll be totally honest, I was so relieved: the first two daughters married macho abusive dirtbags and are now married to new nicer if not exactly groundbreakingly feminist blokes but M's got her stable girlfriend turned wife, and while wlw relationships aren't without heartbreak and high drama, she has a lot better odds of an equal relationship.

I came home and crashed, napped for a while, then had to go do something... anything... because I wasn't in a great headspace so bad news from a friend via sis sent me and her spiralling about medical malpractice/neglect, I went for a second walk - it helped a little. I damaged a doll I was fixing up because I was tired,

Watched Wakanda Forever: excellent potential, same vast talent but obviously made in a rush (bits are clearly missing or chopped to be used in a different way), the underwater world was a blurry dark mess (and that would have been so cool if we could see it!) and I couldn't bear to see them fighting (over what seemed so trivial compared to the real threats), finally we get to see Shuri process 1 thing in between... she's got a whole lot more but hey she's got 1 down. I mean you don't get character study films in the MCU, you get a 3 minutes for Gamora or Rocket to address their lifelong traumas so not bad at all for a Marvel. I just can't with a blockbuster attempting to handle grief while still making a hero action movie, it expects you to imagine a lot of offscreen growth and processing. I don't like seeing characters with potential done dirty like that. I'd rather read whatever tie-in books expand the universe because they *had* to put 45 minutes of fight and explosion scenes.

The costumes were incredible as always but yeah not in the mood to see Wakanda attacked while the CIA rub their hands in glee.

Then there's an unfortunate subtext of a skeptic finding faith after doing all the rituals right which was just the wrong day for me to take it charitably. I'm happy for her. Really. I'm also jealous.

Science tells us little gay boys grieve when they realise, even on a subconcious level, that they're not getting the happy ending of the wife and two kids, it leaves a void and they have to reshape themselves as adults to fill that wife shaped hole society told them would be filled.

I hope that changes now that gay marriage is normalised and seen more. I hope more and more folks can find completeness without needing one special person to complete them.

Now when you're a religious kid, you're given an extra void to shape yourself around, one that will be filled by the divine. It will give you confidence purpose and love, and reshaping yourself is difficult because this isn't just the missing piece of your soulmate but your entire existence and reason for being. Being single from the spiritual is felt like a permanent failure at being human.

Among many things today, I was reminded today of what it felt like to be looked at as 'soulless', a 'lost' soul at best and how that's legit how I saw myself and on some level still sort of do.

I'll rewatch Wakanda forever on a better day and skip the fights. Hopefully by then someone has fixed the colour and brightness on the underwater scenes.