#you'd make my day and I'll draw you anything ya want

[aerowolf]

the mercs realize it's your bday and you didn't tell anyone because your family doesn't do birthdays

I’m so sorry this is a mess between British and American english. I have an American parent and a Canadian one so it messed me up lolll

if didn't include a Merc you wanted, feel free to request and I'll try and add them :]

includes: Miss Pauling & offense classes

cute platonic, gn!reader

warnings: n/a, this is basically all fluff

You'd rather not make a big deal of it being your birthday, even though it is you were taught that birthdays aren't a big deal and your family never really did them.

You kind of wish someone would care but you feel guilty about that so you choose not to tell anyone about it

The only one of these who actually knows it's your birthday is Miss Pauling, who’s seen your personnel files

Miss Pauling

She knows it's your birthday, and instead of ignoring it she decides to at least discreetly make it a good day for you

She arrives on base for a routine inspection, clipboard in hand, but once she's done with the main thing, instead of leaving, she comes to your room

"I saw that it's your birthday today. I don't know if you celebrate, or anything, but, uh, I thought you'd like a gift. Maybe."

She hands you a box, inside are some candy bars and a plush of a bear

"I know it's not exactly the nicest thing, and I know it's kinda... stereotypical... but, y'know, I thought you'd like something. So, happy birthday. From me.” She’s really shy about it, you get the feeling she didn’t--probably still doesn’t--really get to celebrate birthdays either. 

She offers you a ride on her motorbike, something nice, on the open road--away from this base for a little while. You accept, taking a seat behind her, enjoying the open air--though it is pretty hot out. You guys talk, just enjoying the time.

She smiles at you as you get back. “Happy birthday. You deserve it.”

You thank her and even give her a hug. It’s nice that you got this for once. 

Scout

He has no idea whatsoever that it’s your birthday. He’s interacting with you like usual, teasing you, just hanging out. You’re happy as you talk that day; he’s always good at making you laugh and smile.

At some point he notices that you’re a little down, as much as you may try to hide it, he can tell. You’re his friend, and even though he might act like he doesn’t care sometimes, you know he does. A lot.

You tell yourself you don’t want anything on your birthday, that it’s easier if no one knows, but secretly, you do.

“Hey, what’s up? C’mon, ya know I can tell when something’s wrong.” 

You tell him it’s nothing. 

“You sure? Really? You’re kinda… I dunno, sadder than usual.” After he asks a few times, you finally come out and tell him. You don’t say much. Just “It’s my birthday.”

“No kiddin’? Well, why didn’t ya tell me?” He comes off pretty strong. You feel kind of apologetic for mentioning it, and look away from him. “Aw, hey. Y’know what--it don’t matter. I’m gonna throw you a party like you ain’t never seen, believe me.”

You try to tell him you don’t want a party--well, you do. Maybe. No you don’t. Well, sure. But not a big one. He’s really sweet and enthusiastic about it. “Someone like you deserves a big birthday--but if you don’t want it, dat’s okay. Ya know, we could just hang out, or somethin’. You n’ me, yeah?” 

You tell him you’d like that a lot. You both find a quiet spot in the base where you can just talk. He messes around, too, and pops in a Tom Jones record. 

He’s a little shy, a little embarrassed, but he even sings happy birthday to you. He just seems glad no one can hear him. He doesn’t have a gift handy for you, but he ends up scribbling you a quick doodle of him telling you happy birthday. It’s misspelt, but the drawing is cute, and you keep it. “I hope ya had a good day. I’m just sorry I didn’t know sooner.” You tell him that it wasn’t his fault, how could he have known? 

After all is done, he gives you an awkward hug. You smile and return it.

Soldier

He’s a little crazy so he’s just hanging around base, today he had the idea to strip and cover himself in honey, so everyone has had to convince him to please not do that, and now he’s just moping around, muttering about how anti patriotic this all is.

You sit next to him and mope as well. Unlike him, no one knows the reason you’re moping. To anyone else’s point of view, you’re just comforting him--for whatever weird reason. But he sees that you’re just as sad as him.

“What’s wrong, maggot? Is there someone who needs to see my fists meet their face?”

You tell him no, no one did anything. You’re a little intimidated by him, and you don’t see much reason to tell him anyways. But it’s nice sitting with a friend. 

“If it’s not a person, then… it must be an object! Give it to me and I will destroy it immediately.” He’s being as sweet as he can, you smile and shake your head.

You sit there for a bit, smiling as you watch the other mercs come and go. Today isn’t a bad day, just a little sad. Later, you plan to find some kind of sweet treat to eat alone.

Soldier stands up, at attention, and points at you. “MAGGOT, AS YOUR SUPERIOR AND SENIOR, I ORDER YOU TO TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG!”

With a sad smile and a chuckle you finally tell him.

“Your birthday?” Soldier seems genuinely surprised. He places a hand on his chin and thinks. “We cannot go without celebrating! This is momentous!”

Although you try to protest, he turns to the base, stating to every other merc, “LISTEN UP! IT IS Y/N’S BIRTHDAY AND WE WILL CELEBRATE!” 

He makes it his personal mission to decorate for a party that very evening, even gets a cake and everything. He makes every other merc sing happy birthday with him. Maybe this isn’t so bad.

You give him a big hug, and he is surprised at first, but proceeds to give a gentle laugh and hug back.

Pyro

You see Pyro colouring with crayons and coloured pencils on their break, and you sit by them. You don’t really understand what they’re saying a lot of the time, but you enjoy hanging out with them. It’s a long period of silence before you join them in colouring. Regardless of your artistic skills, they’re impressed and encourage you, and are very happy when you show them what you’ve been working on. 

After a little while you get kind of bored and sad. You’ve tried to enjoy this day but it’s another bittersweet birthday. You’re happy to hang out with Pyro though, even though they don’t know what day it is.

Pyro notices that you’ve stopped colouring with them, and that you’re looking at the ground instead, messing with the cracks in the floor.

“Huddah hrmmf mmmrph?” You don’t understand what they’re saying exactly, but you smile at them. They seem to be asking what’s wrong, why you stopped, why you seem so sad.

You hesitate for a moment before finally confessing. They seem to mostly understand what you mean, and they lean back, thinking. 

After a few seconds, they stand up and help pull you off the floor. They point to their room, and you follow them. It’s an odd combination of scorch marks, colourful drawings, weapons, and art supplies. They lead you to a wardrobe and pull out a box. 

Surprisingly, you can see that it's fully wrapped. Did they somehow know it was your birthday? Do they keep these gifts on hand for the mercs?

You won’t get an answer, but they excitedly push it out and offer it to you. “Huddah hmmph!” They sound almost like they are smiling behind the mask. You take the box and open it. It’s got crayons, pencils, and… wow, that’s a drawing of you and them.

You smile, almost ready to tear up, and thank them. You give them a hug, and you notice that they’re hugging you back even harder. Maybe they don’t really understand, but this is sweet.

[ghostboneswrites2]

Girl of Your Dreams || Part 1

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl's annoying female sidekick is pestering him.

18+ MDNI: WARNINGS: injury, aggressive Shane, profanity

        You were no stranger to pain. The world had been unfair to you from the time you entered it, but this was a whole new level of torture. You had survived the wake of the apocalypse with your only friend, but when you encountered a group of those undead fucks, she didn't make it, and you were left to run for your life all on your own. You were fairly certain you lost the hungry corpses some time ago, but now you had a new dilemma: how to free yourself from a bear trap?

        The metal dug into your flesh and crushed the bone beneath. You was beyond painful. You were shocked your cries didn't draw anything in to eat you, but you were ultimately alone until he came along. Wit the sleeves torn off a flannel shirt and a crossbow slung over his shoulder, he'd left the camp by the quarry that day to find some food, hopefully enough to feed everyone but chances of that were slim.

        "Ya bit?" Was the first thing he asked, with that raspy voice you would come to find comfort in. 

        "Gee, I'm fine. Doesn't hurt at all. Thanks for asking." You shot back. A woman of sarcasm, something he could appreciate.

        "Show me ya ain't bit and I'll get that thing off ya." He shrugged. You sighed.

        "Not bit." You said, holding your bare arms up, showing him the sides of your neck, and finally lifting your shirt to show him a bite-free midriff. He nodded and knelt down on one knee, setting his bow to the side so he could properly dismantle the trap. You winced and sighed in relief at the release of pressure from your ankle. "Thanks." You breathed, pulling up the leg of your jeans to take a good look.

        The bruising had already begun, and the flesh was chewed to bits. You went to stand but failed. The pressure on your ankle was too much.

        "Great." You grumbled. "Real fuckin' nice."

        "C'mere." He said, standing up now as he held his hand out to you. You took it, seeing little other options. Unless, of course, you wanted to wait for the next flesh-starved freak to come stumbling through.

        "Thanks again." You grunted as you pulled yourself up. You managed to stand on one foot, but there was no way you could walk without aide. 

        "C'mon. Got a camp not too far from here." He told you. And there it was, the beginning. Of course the other campers didn't take so kindly to a new mouth to feed, especially one that could barely walk, but Daryl made sure you had your place, and that earned your respect. It also earned your kindness, which was hard to come by for anyone. You weren't the friendly type, more of the shut-up-and-don't-breathe-in-my-space type. Shane, most of all, was your least favorite. The whole self-proclaimed leader thing got under your skin fast, and he was the first to voice his concerns about your presence among the others. After all, he had a girl and a kid to look out for, which you'd come to find out later weren't even his, but his best friend's, who he told them was dead. He wasn't, though, and he showed up a couple weeks later. Glenn and the others brought him back instead of Merle, Daryl's brother.

        Daryl was outraged to say the least, and when they went back for his kin, they only found a hand where he should have been. Walkers attacked camp the that night, when Daryl and the others were in the city, and you only fucked up your ankle more fighting the sons of bitches off. Still, you prevailed. You always did. You were a survivor. 

        In the following weeks, between burning and burying bodies, finding and escaping the CDC, and getting stranded on the highway only to wind up on a farm, you and Daryl had grown pretty close. You comforted him with your silent presence as he coped with the loss of his brother, and once you could walk again you aided in a lot of the search for Sophia. 

        You went with him on a particularly hot day, carrying the extra water for the two of you, telling him all about how you couldn't take anymore of Shane's pestering. Apparently now that Lori had pushed him away for Rick, he had taken up a newfound fondness of you and your smart mouth. 

        "It's like -- I tell the guy to fuck off and his heart eyes grow bigger." You complained. Scoffed a little laugh and shook his head. Not necessarily interested in your drama, but curious nonetheless. Any excuse to tell Shane off would've been a green light to him. You continued. "You know yesterday he tried to come in my tent when I was asleep?"

        Daryl stopped walking and eyed you intently, waiting for more.

        "Yeah, dude. I was asleep when it happened. Woke up to him running his hand up my thigh. So, if you notice any dark coloration around his eye, it's cause I kicked him. In the eye." You explained. 

        Daryl chewed on his lip and continued walking. You handed him some water to drink as you sipped some yourself. After pushing a little further he sighed.

        "Let's take a break an' eat somethin'." He suggested. You happily obliged, sitting crisscross on the forest floor, unwrapping a napkin with some nuts and dried fruit for the two of you to share.

        "He didn't hurt ya or nothin'?" He asked. You shrugged.

        "If he did, I promise he'd have gotten more than a foot in his eye."

        "Mm." He nodded. "You know I'd kill him, if he did."

        "Awe, are you sweet on me Dixon?" You teased, grinning as you bumped his shoulder with yours. He glared at you.

        "Ain't sweet on no one." He grumbled.

        "Except me." 

        "Shut up."

        "It's okay. I know you put that trap out to catch a girl like me. Lucky for you, I was dumb enough to step in it." You gloated. He got so flustered when you joked like that, but you enjoyed it. As gruff as he was, he was the shy type which made him all the more attractive. You loved a good mystery.

        "Nah, I placed that trap out lookin' for the woman of my dreams an' got stuck with you." He joked. You gasped, mocking an appalled expression.

        "You mean, I'm not the woman you always dreamed of?"

        Actually, you kind of were, now that he thought about it. He'd need a woman that could handle his brother, and in the short time  you spent with the man you handled him quite well. He needed a woman who didn't need to be coddled, a woman with a sharp tongue and an independent nature. Someone who didn't need him, who only kept him around because she liked him. You did check all those boxes.

        "You first." He grunted.

        "Me first what? Are you asking if you're the man of my dreams?" You asked. He shrugged, picking at the last of the food in his hands. "Well, I never dreamed of a man, to be honest. Just figured I'd find one, one day, that didn't get on my every last nerve."

        "Did you?" He wondered.

        "Nope." You laughed. "They all pissed me off. Except you. You're alright, I guess." You shrugged.

        "Guess you ain't so bad." He returned the compliment, if you could call it that. You smiled sweetly, staring down at the crunchy brown leaves.

        "Not bad at all, for someone you got stuck with." You said.

        "Stuck? Nah. I'd have got rid of ya by now if I didn't want ya around."

        "So you do like me."

        "Didn't say that."

        "Mmm. Ya kinda did." You pushed.

        "What if I do? Don't change nothin'." 

        "Nope. It doesn't." You chirped, before leaning in close to him and whispering; "'Cause I already knew ya did." 

        He sighed and pushed you away, you chuckling in the process.

        "Were you always this annoyin'?" He asked.

        "Yes, indeed. I'm vexing by nature. Is that a deal breaker?"

        "Depends how long it takes you to shut up."

        "Oof." You winced. "That was cold."

        "Please. You ain't that soft."

        "Only for you, Darlina." You said. Normally he'd snap at anyone who called him that. Only Merle ever got away with it and that was mostly just due to the fact he had no energy to argue with Merle. Getting a reaction out of him would have only pushed Merle to say it more, anyways.

        "You keep pushin' your luck, girl, and we're gonna have problems."

        "Oh?" You raised your brows. "Do tell."

        "Won't have to. I'll just show ya. Keep  tryin' me and find out."

        "Was that a threat? 'Cause I'll be honest with ya, you're just getting me excited."

        He shot you a sideways glance, smirking a little at the suggestiveness of your comment. This girl ain't got no idea what she's gettin' into, he thought.

        That night at camp, when Shane found you alone, adding your clothes form the day to the dirty laundry, Daryl was watching from afar.

        "Maybe you can talk some sense into everybody." He began. "You've been out there with him. You can tell them there haven't been any leads. We're wasting resources and manpower, here."

        "Sure! I'll do that!" You said with sickeningly sweet sarcasm oozing from your tongue. The prideful officer clenched his jaw tightly at your act of disrespect. "Only, I won't, because we've found two leads already." 

        "Oh, right, a doll he almost died for and a blanket in a cupboard." He scoffed. "What is it with you and him, huh? You out there fuckin'? Or do you really just enjoy wasting everyone's time and supplies."

        "Everyone?  Last I checked, it's just been me and him out there the last few days. Nobody else. And, even if we were fucking, it'd be none of your concern." You spat, stabbing your finger into his chest with malice. He gripped your wrist as you did so, hard, might you add. Tight enough that it actually hurt. You tried to yank you arm away to no avail. You were strong, but he was stronger.

        "Let me go, asshole." You said through gritted teeth. He didn't. Instead he held you still and leaned his face close to yours.

        "Let me make somethin' real clear to you, little girl--"

        "There a problem?" Daryl asked, suddenly appearing behind Shane.

        Shane grinded his teeth together, a blazing glare burning into you for only a second before he let go of your wrist and turned to Daryl. You held your wrist to your body, rubbing it.

        "Nah. No problem." Shane said lowly before he stormed away, maintaining eye contact with Daryl for some time as he did so. When Shane was far enough for comfort, Daryl stepped over from you and grabbed your hand, looking over your wrist. It was still white with Shane's finger prints and he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised later.

        "You alright?" He asked, letting your hand fall back down.

        "Yeah." You nodded, watching as Shane disappeared into the darkness. "Thanks."

        "C'mon." He told you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and leading you toward his own tent. "You're stayin' with me in case he tries anythin'."

        "A sleepover? So soon? No dinner  first?" You joked.

        "Shut up." He said, holding his tent open for you to climb in. When you were inside, he followed, and made sure you had a place to get comfy. "This alright?" He asked, referring to his sleeping bag that he had completely unzipped and laid out flat like a palette. 

        "Perfect." You smiled, laying down on one side. He laid down on the other side, on his back. You were on your side, facing him, still rubbing your wrist. He took notice.

        "Still hurt?" He asked.

        "No, actually. It's just weird. I can still feel his hand around me, you know?"

        "Well he won't get ahold of ya in here." He told you. You smirked. 

        "I know."

        "You know?"

        "Uh-huh." You nodded, smugly. "'Cause you wont let anything happen to the girl of your dreams."

        He scoffed, laughing silently to himself as he shook his head, eyes on the ceiling of the tent.

        "Whatever, (Y/N). G'night."

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #16

A/N: Ya girl is running behind, but still trucking! ✌️

part 1

xxx i can't feel anything

"Dickie!" Jason says, a dopey grin splitting his features. "Heyyy."

Dick smiles back. It's the kind of tired, fake smile that Jason sees through every time – when he's not drugged up to his eyeballs, anyway. Dick's physically exhausted; being up for over thirty hours straight will have that effect on most people.But it's not just that. Mentally, emotionally, he feels flayed, like he's a walking bundle of exposed nerves. Babs has been trying to coax him into going home for a shower and some sleep, but he can't bring himself to leave Jason's side.

They don't understand. They can't. He knows they're trying to, and he appreciates the effort, but the fact is they weren't there. Anything he says to them to try and explain won't come close to capturing how harrowing the experience had been. In the collapsed building, and then in the ambulance ride and ER after, as they struggled to keep Jason stable.

"How are you feeling?" he says, forcing himself back into the present. Pushing down thoughts of last night is getting harder to do as he grows increasingly fatigued. "Any pain in your arm?"

"Pain?" Jason says, squinting. "In my arm? No, I – I can't feel anything." He frowns. "They didn't take my arm, did they?"

"Nope, they didn't. Your arm is still there," Dick assures him. He points to Jason's left arm. "It's in that cast, see?"

Jason looks down and his eyes widen comically. "Whoa." His gaze shifts back to Dick. "Will you sign it?"

"Later," Dick says.

"There," Jason says, gesturing at the cast.

"Careful, Jaybird. You don't wanna pull your IV."

"You can sign it right there," Jason continues, ignoring him. "D-I-C-K." A mischievous look crosses his features. "Or you could just draw a dick."

Dick laughs. It's the first genuine smile he's had since he learned that Jason was in the building when the explosion happened.

"You'd better watch it, dude," he says as the post-op nurse snorts.

Jason hums. "You love me."

"Mm-hmm."

A shadow falls across Jason's face, and he looks like he might burst into tears. "Bruce doesn't love me."

Dick's heart clenches. "Of course he does."

"He hates me," Jason says quietly.

"Don't say that." Dick lays a hand on Jason's knee. "Bruce does not hate you."

"He does," Jason says, and lets out a wet sob. Dick looks up at the nurse, who's moved forward to put a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"It's normal to feel a bit emotional after the anesthesia," he says, and Dick knows he's saying it for his benefit as well as Jason's. "That's okay. You're okay, buddy."

"How long will it take before it wears off?" Dick asks, and the nurse shoots him a small, sympathetic smile.

"This part of it usually lasts an hour or so, but it'll be about twenty-four hours for all of it to be flushed from his system completely."

"And he won't remember any of this?"

"It's highly unlikely, unless you want to get your phone out."

Dick absolutely doesn't.

xxx

Jason falls asleep pretty quickly after he's settled back in his room. Dick texts the group chat.

Surgery went well. Jay's resting in his room now

There's a small knock on the door and Haley, one of the nurses that's been in and out a lot over the last day and a half, pokes her head in.

"Sorry to disturb you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's a gentleman here to see you."

Dick frowns. "To see me?"

She nods.

"Huh." He looks over at Jason, and something like grief pangs in his chest. Jay looks younger when he's asleep like this, more his age. If not for the white in his hair and the scars, he could pass for a regular nineteen year old.

"He'll be okay without you for a few minutes," Haley says gently. "I'll make sure he knows where you are if he wakes up."

Dick sighs and, a little reluctantly, stands. "Thank you," he says.

She smiles, and there's a ruefulness to it as she pats his arm. "You're a good brother."

Another sharp pain through the center of his chest, and this time it persists as he follows the nurse through the halls.

"Just in here," she says, opening the door to a quiet room.

His stomach drops.

Bruce.

xxx to be continued...

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

what if mc is actual shrimp .. like a shrimp merfolk ? > <

I have actually thought about shrimp mer mc before...

Warning(s): some yandere behavior, size difference, some kind of stockholm syndrome near the end

"Heyyyy, Shrimpy~! Wanna go for a swim with me~?" Floyd asked you one day.

"No, that's alright, I'm kinda busy today." You responded.

But he didn't care. He was already dragging you along with him.

He brought you to the pool that NRC definitely has, and shoved you into the water... and then, you disappeared. Your uniform was floating in the water, but you were gone.

"Fuuuuuck, Shrimpy disintegrated........" Floyd said to himself.

Then, he saw a small... something moving around in your uniform. He jumped into the pool and moved your clothes around to get it out, and... well, he was surprised with what he saw.

"Ehe... I guess I was right to call you Little Shrimpy, huh~?"

You see, you were a tiny shrimp mer. Thankfully, the potion you take that turns you human also makes you normal human sized.

You know for a fact that Floyd Leech knowing this information spells nothing but trouble for you.

"You're so... small!" Floyd happily said, lifting you up out of the water and into the air. "You're so tiny, and cute, and... defenseless~" He gave a wide, toothy grin. "I wonder what you'd-"

"If you try to eat me I will fucking bite my way out of you do not test me, Leech." You angrily said.

"I'd like to see you try that, but eh, it's not worth the pain..." Floyd rolled his eyes. "So, Shrimpy, is this why ya didn't wanna swim with me?"

"...yeah, i-it is..." You said, crossing your arms and looking away.

"Ahaha! Were you embaaaaaaarrassed~?" He playfully asked.

"No, I just... I was..." You paused. "...scared."

"Hah? Scared of what?" Floyd asked.

"Of... well, o-of you."

"Of me? Haha! There's no reason to be scared of me, Shrimpy! Morays don't eat shirmp! Octopi do, though. So if there's anyone in Octavinelle you should be afraid of, it's Azul!"

"No, that's not why!" You yelled. "You're so unpredictable, I... didn't know if I'd be safe around you..."

"...oh. Ok, yeah, I got it." Floyd said, before setting you back down into the water. He crawled out of the pool and his body (very messily) transitioned back into a more human form. "I'll... see you later, Shrimpy."

What a weird interaction.

When you saw Floyd in class the next day, he happily patted the seat next to him, inviting you to sit beside him.

During Trein's lecture, he kept sliding you drawings that you kept sliding back trying to say that you're trying to focus on the lecture.

He stayed close to you in the hallways, and made this weird growling/shrieking noise at anyone who got too close to the two of you...

He escorted you to the cafeteria, got food for you (crab with butter, yum), shared some of his food with you, yelled at people who tried to mess with you, it was so... strange.

"Sooo, (Y/N), didja feel... safe around me today?" Floyd asked, walking with you to the Hall of Mirrors.

"Wait. Did you do all this just because I said I felt scared of you yesterday?!" You asked.

"Well, yeah. Why did you think I was doing all this?"

"What the hell, Floyd?!" You yelled. "N-No, you-! You can't just-!" You couldn't form any words.

"Huuuuuuh? What's wrong, Shrimpy?" Floyd asked, a sad look on his face. "You don't hate me, right? I didn't do anything wrong! I did what you wanted from me! I-I was less unpredictable today, right?! THAT'S WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT?! YOU DON'T HATE ME, DO YOU?!"

You pushed him away from you and ran into the mirror that led to your dorm.

"But I did everything right..."

You awoke to a loud sound late into the night.

Something grabbed you by the hair and pulled you out of the bed.

"Hiya. I realized that no matter what I try, you're not gonna feel any less scared of me, so then I thought there's gotta be a way to make you forcefully feel less scared, ehe!"

You recognized that voice immediately.

"Just so you know, if you try to struggle, get away, yell for help, anything... I'll squeeze ya good. I'll break your ribs, legs, arms, whatever I need to in order to get you to comply. You don't wanna risk that, do you~?"

You knew he wasn't lying. He would do that to you and he wouldn't care.

Floyd dragged you back to his dorm, and began filling a sink with water.

You see, the thing about your body is that, even when under the effect of a potion, you'll revert to your true form when exposed to water. (Floyd will too, but that's not the point)

Floyd shoved your face into the water.

"If you see something pretty, keep it somewhere safe. Keep it close to you. Make sure you're the only one who can see it. That's what Jade says about his terrariums, at least." Floyd said, lifting the rest of your slowly-shrinking-back-to-normal-size body into the sink. "You're about terrarium sized. I got you one that's filled with water! Ehehe... I'll keep you inside of it... and slowly, slowly, slowly, you'll become dependent on me. And of course less scared of me!!"

You were scooped up out of the sink into a glass bowl filled with water, a few plants, and rocks.

"Ahahaha!! You look so cute like this!" Floyd happily said. "I'll take you back to my room, and we can start our whole little bonding experience! Oh, and don't even think about tying to escape. You know dehydration and drying out is deadly to us merfolk. So from now on, until I say otherwise, that bowl is your entire world."

You don't know how much time passes behind the glass.

Eventually, this life... gets to you. Something snaps within you.

And then you realize the only thing you can trust in this new life is the hand that gives you food, and the heterochromatic eyes that look at you from the other side of the glass.

What was his name again?

...

Come to think of it... what was your name...?

...oh well. It's not like that matters anymore.

"You seem so passionate about that one." Jade said, gesturing to the glass bowl filled with water, rocks, and plants. "I'm surprised you don't have more terrariums!"

"Oh. Nah, I'm not that into it." Floyd responded. "I'm not doing this for the same reason you do it. I'm doing it to make a certain someone feel less scared of me." He dipped his hand into the water of the bowl. When he lifted his hand out of the water, there was a tiny shrimp mer holding onto his hand. "Ta-da~! It's Shrimpy!!"

"That looks like (Y/N). Is... is that (Y/N)?" Jade asked. "How strange. Why did you do this?"

"Because they said they were scared o' me. I assumed this'd be the best way to make sure they weren't!"

"Ah, I see. I suppose I understand your motive, but..." Jade paused, looking uncomfortable. "...never mind. I'll leave you and (Y/N) to your... um... whatever it is you're doing."

Floyd didn't mean to make you dependent on him like a pet, but he didn't care. After all, regardless of how it happened, he got what he wanted.

You weren't scared of him anymore.

[itsscromp]

Reader and Rocket running away from the nova corps cause Rocket stole something and Reader ends up getting hurt.

Job gone haywire

Ahh some early-day stuff, I really like it anon. Poor guy, he would feel so guilty getting you hurt and would do anything to help you feel better :D. Word count:891

You and Rocket have been partners in crime for about 7 months now, Rags to riches, you two used your brains together to be able to pull off some amazing heists together. Today was no exception. You've heard that there was an ancient artifact being transported to the collector as you spoke, If it wasn't in his hands it would be worth 5 million units. Oh now this was something you needed to tell Rocket, Immediately running to him.

"Rocket, you are gonna love what I'm about to hear" You smirked.

"Lay it on me pal, what ya got ??" He turned his attention to you.

"So an artifact is about to be present at the collector's emporium, if we can pull it off correctly and quickly, we'll be 5 million units richer," You said eagerly.

His eyes and ears perked up. "5 Million units !!!!"

"Easy 2 and a half to each of us"

"Oh, I am down, when is it coming in ??" He was now super eager, you swore you saw his tail swish in excitement.

"If from what I heard, Later tonight it'll arrive"

"Ok, I think I have an idea"

You both agreed when the artifact arrived late into the night, you'd hack the cameras to make a repeat loop and then Rocket could sneak in and disable any other security measures. Easily pulling it off and sneaking in.

"Ok, so we need to be on the lookout for something that looks like this" You pulled out a drawing of the description of what it could look like.

"Gotcha, now come on, 5 million units await." He then began to look around the place as did you. Up and down, Left and right. You two worked tirelessly to find this flarking artifact.

"How ya looking y/n ??" Rocket spoke up after a little bit.

"Nothing on my side, Yours ??"

"No, goddamn why did they make it so flarking hard to find."

'Wait, hang on I think I got something" You then found a box and began to slowly open it, Rocket right onto it, climbed onto your back gently and looked over your shoulder to see it. Sure enough, this was the artifact.

"Wow... so shiny" He awed at it, making you chuckle.

"5 million unit's is ours" You smirked and raised his fist for a fist bump, which he gladly returned.

But the celebrations were short-lived as the alarms blared, You found that the box had its own tripwire if anyone were to lift the lid, the alarms would be set off.

"Scut, let's bolt it !!!" Rocket shouted and started running, you hot on his tail.

The two were quickly surrounded by Nova Corps officers, You then found a way out and began to bolt for it. "This way !!" You urged rocket.

But then you felt a sharp graze on your thigh as an officer shot your leg with his phaser, Rocket saw the injury and grew scared and angry, pulling out his own weapon and shooting back at the officers.

"Rocket no !!!"

"Go, Get outta here, I'll take care of them !!" He yelled.

You mustered through the pain and began to escape back to the ship, Rocket then threw a tazer bomb at them, which sent a huge electric shock wave throughout the building. He then caught up with you at the ship and immediately high-tailed it away from the planet. Once he was sure they were safe, he ran to your side, seeing you patch up your injury.

"Y/n... I'm so sorry, I did this... this is my fault" His ears drooped deeply.

You've never seen him so worried, so caring. You've always seen Rocket as this cocky lone wolf. But this was completely different.

"Rocket... it's not your fault"

He shook his head, he wasn't taking that for an answer. This was his fault, he wanted to make it right for you.

So later on, while you were changing the bandages, he brought in some coffee and food he coul make from whatever you two had left.

"Here... Your favourite" He gently rubbed his arm gently, looking down in guilt.

"Buddy, I'm not mad at you" You said softly. making him look up at you, ears still drooped.

"None of this was your fault, Absolutely none of it. This job comes with many risks, this is just one of them, ok ??"

He looked back down and gently nodded, without thinking, he jumped on the chair and hugged you tightly. You both were taken aback by what was happening, nevertheless, you gave the hug back. Rocket had a softer side to what you know.

"Hey, besides, How will I share the 5 million units with you ??" Letting go of the hug, smirking as you pulled out the artifact.

His eyes and ears perked up once again, a smile returning to him. "WOOHOO !!!!" He ran around the place, you two were rich !!!

"Oh, what should we do first ??" You offered.

"Drinks and lots of them, I know a really good bar, I'll punch in the coordinates." He ran off to the cockpit.

You smiled seeing him so happy, you would always help him, save him and protect him. No matter what.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 9- Hidan x Reader (Angry Sex/Dirty Talk)

        There was only one person in the world you ever had the gall to meet with once in a blue moon. The only other worshipper of Jashin that you actually acknowledged compared to all the fakes you've seen. That obnoxious person was none other than Hidan of the Akatsuki. A man who always dared question your faith to your God. A man who you wanted to kill to prove to him that he needed to mind his own business. A man you wished to fuck him in order to shut him up for once.

        Like every other year, you were waiting for him in the usual spot. A small inn in a small town that minded its own business. It was great because no one questioned either you or him when either of you arrived covered in blood. If they ever did, you'd kill them for Jashin. It would be a shame since you liked the couple who ran the place.

"Why the fuck am I here again?" Hidan barked as he appeared from the woods. Your eye twitched,

"Any other Jashin worshipper you want to meet with once a year? I'd be happy to change faces."

"Tsk, you know those fuckers be lying all the damn time. Ain't no one better at killing for Jashin than fucking me!"

"Us." You hissed lowly.

        Hidan mocked you as he followed behind. You grabbed the key from the receptionist and made your way to the room. Hidan was complaining the whole time. More like venting about his day to day stuff. He hate to admit it, but he did like the fact that he could vent his issues to you. You had no choice but to listen to him. The two of you had to try and get along for the day. That was the holiday rule. Him venting was just one way to do so.

"And then they threatening to fucking kill me! Ha! Those bitches were fucking stupid." Hidan laughed as he plopped himself on the bed. He glanced in your direction, "Ain't got nothing to say?"

"You never listen to my stories anyway. Besides, a think a criminal organization tops anything I did." You dismissed the topic, placing your scythe aside. Hidan let out a grumble, 

"Now you're making me look like an asshole."

"You are an asshole."

"Fuck you." Hidan spat. Something in you snapped as you got up in his face,

"Fuck you too!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

        Both of you yelled at the top of your lungs before crashing your lips against each other. Hidan nearly tore his cloak off as he tossed it across the room while you attempted to do the same. Unlike him, you had more clothing on. Hidan bit your lower lip, drawing blood as he went to tear your clothes off as well.

"Hey! I don't have a spare!" You barked. Hidan kissed you again, forcing his tongue into your mouth, "Mphm!"

"I'll fucking buy you something tomorrow. Just shut the fuck up."

        Ripping your clothes, Hidan carried your naked body to the bed. The only thing the two of you wore was your Jashin necklace. Clashing your lips again, Hidan spread your legs out. He dipped his fingers into your pussy while his thumb rested on your clit. You arched your hips towards him, trying to ride his hand as he started to fuck you with his fingers. Hidan broke away from the kiss, watching your body follow his movements.

"Fuck, what a fucking slut you are."

"Watch your fucking mouth." You groaned, trying to suppress your moans, "It's different from doing...ah...mhm..."

"What were ya going to say? Do you masturbate to me fucking you? How fucking hilarious." Hidan laughed, watching your body tremble, "Well, I'll fuck you hella good in the name of Jashin."

"S-Stop using his name for...for something like this!" You tried to scold him, but moaned instead.

        Hidan was rough with his fingers as he took your breasts in his mouth. He was biting your body all over the place. You were supposed to be the one to shut him up, not the other way around. Feeling your body burn hotter, you let out a whine. Hidan made you so mad. Why was he only using his fingers when his cock was hard and ready to fuck you.

"Close aren't you, bitch?"

"Fuck you, Hidan! Just fuck me already!" You cried, reaching your orgasm.

        Hidan removed his fingers, stuffing them in your mouth to shut you up. He groaned lowly, pushing his cock inside your tight walls. Your hips rose with his as he stuffed you full. Without giving you a moment to rest, Hidan held your waist and started to pound your poor pussy. His fast and rough pace causing you to cry out. 

"What's wrong? I'm fucking you aren't I? Why so quiet now?" He grunted, "Hear how slutty you are? Sucking my cock in so fucking easily."

"Y-You...ah~ fu-" You tried to cuss him out, but your brain was turning to rot. 

"Fuck, your fucking pussy keeps begging for more."

        The pace he was going was going to make your legs go numb. The amount of pleasure you were experiences was none like before. No other man has made you cum this hard. Hidan was an asshole, but all his shit talking was making you wetter. You were going to have to return the favor one day. Gasping as he pinched your clit, you cried out as you felt another orgasm being ripped from you. Your gummy walls unable to rest as he kept pounding you.

"Keep cumming for me. I ain't stopping until you admit I'm better."

"N-Never!" Just that alone brought you back to your senses.

"Ha, knew you were still in there, bitch." Hidan groaned, fastening his pace.

        You shivered as Hidan did one last thrust, filling you. The two of you took a moment to catch your breathe before turning the tables. This time, you had Hidan down on the bed with you on top of him. Your breathing was heavier than his. Honestly, you weren't sure what you were doing since you had already cam a few times. Your brain was telling you to stop, but your body kept wanting more. More of Hidan fucking you like an asshole.

"Don't start crying if it gets too much for you, asshole." You hissed.

        Hidan stuck his tongue out for a moment before groaning as you bounced on him. Watching his face contort in pleasure as you took control was delicious. Although, you could feel yourself about to give out. Your legs were already getting numb as having his cock hit you deeper than before was causing you to moan louder. Your thrusts getting sloppier as Hidan started to take over again. His hands laying on your hips once more.

"Look at you falling victim to my dick. Just admit I'm better and that you want to be my sex partner."

"N-No....F-Fuck,...haaaaah....Fuck-" You whimpered a moan as you felt your rise return, "F-Fuck me, Hidan!"

"Of course, (Y/n)." He said with a smirk.

        You let out a yelp as Hidan flipped the two of you again. He took over, slamming his hips into yours again. Your moans getting louder as he kept thrusting your throbbing pussy. Hidan watched the expressions you made as he got you to cum for him again. He cussed lowly, wanting to have his own high once more. He kept diving his cock deeper into you before releasing another load. With a heavy sigh, he pulled out and laid beside you on the bed.

"Fuck me." He groaned. You lazily raised you head,

"Just did, dumbass." Hidan flipped you off before turning on his side, "You know, if you kept your mouth shut more often...maybe we could have done this earlier." You told him. Hidan scoffled,

"You and me? Fucking like bitches in heat?"

"You just have to ruin shit. Fuck you." You groaned, slowly sitting up, "Shit, did you really have to fuck me like one of your dolls? I know it felt good but damn, I wanna shower now!"

"Don't go assuming shit!" Hidan got up, helping you to the shower, "You admitted to masturbating to me, too."

"So you're admitting it too?"

        Hidan yelled at you again, causing you to yell back at him-leading to another hot and angry sex session in the shower. Once the two of you were done, you stayed in the motel room, just chatting away.

"Do we have to wait until next year to fuck again?" Hidan said with a low grumble. You almost laughed,

"Doesn't hurt to bump into each other every now and then. Although, we still have to meet here every year."

"Tsk, fine."

        You scoff at his childish behavior. Within a few minutes, Hidan fell asleep. You were surprised. You actually did manage to get him to shut up and all you had to do was exhaust the damn man. Chuckling lowly at your victory, you too, laid down for rest. Hidan sure did a number on you, but it felt good all the same.

----------

        You and Hidan managed to stay fuck buddies throughout the next few months. After a while, you lost contact with him. Assuming that it was due to a mission, you waited. Eventually, a few more months passed and it was time to meet at the motel again. You stood outside, waiting to hear Hidan's annoying voice yelling at you. To see his cocky smile observe you like a piece of candy. To have him eventually tell you that he enjoys your company as he plows your pussy with his cock.

Anything.

"Hidan?" You called out, hearing a ruffle.

Nothing.

        You sat there for hours. Then days. Hidan never missed this. You didn't want to assume anything. You couldn't. You would lose faith in Jashin if you thought about it. You stayed in that town, waiting for Hidan to show.

But he never did.

[undermine-the-instinct]

Title: It Scratches At The Inside.

CW: Small talk about undermining an authoritative government. One super tiny mention of stimming. WC: 3.9K

This occurs before One Step back Two To Steps to The Right and some time after Second Male Lead, Enter! Bard!reader Masterlist

The guard had a stoic face but was obviously trying not to smile while you were there. You caught him failing a few times though, and you catch the mirth in his eyes when he opens up your jail cell and nods his head out.

"Your bail has been paid for. You're good to go bard."

"Alas my new friends! Parting is such sweet sorrow, but I must take my merry elsewhere." The rest of the people in your little cell groan, but also cheer you off, and you grin as you step out, give them a little bow.

You're allowed to collect your bag and your coat, and your lyre, and smile at the people there. No hard feelings, after all, you saw them smiling too when you were singing. You're no Barbatos but your voice is lovely.

"You're here much too often, you hear me?" The guard says, shuffling through his ring of keys.

"There's too many rules here to break sir. I'm honestly still trying to remember half of them." You chuckle as he gives you an eye.

"Well, that's the Monstadt in ya. Rulebreaker ya are. But I don't wanna see you back here for another three weeks at least, you hear me?" The door opens and you fly through before it's even halfway open. Kaveh is waiting for you.

"I'd be lucky to make it to two sir, but I'll try!" You think you hear him laugh before you turn the corner to the front desk, and Kaveh is not, in fact, actually waiting for you.

It's another man, dove gray hair with some teal undertones, tri-colored eyes and a bored, expectant look on his face when he turns to you. He looks haughty. And rich.

"Ah, there you are. Kaveh's little muse." With that, you know exactly who he is.

"Oh, you're his roommate, I presume?" You sweep into an elegant bow, and bow your head.

"And the one who bailed me out. Thank you very much. Though I assume you're here for a reason. Kaveh usually comes for me in these situations."

"Yes, nuisance that you are, but he was busy. Instead of having him panic over completing his work or getting to you, I decided to get you myself. Come now," he turns away, and starts walking out the building.

"There's better places we could be talking." Well, you're curious, and you currently have nowhere important to be. So, you follow him.

He walks briskly, and his super long legs pull him up ahead while you have to jog to keep up.

He just keeps walking, on and on. He doesn't make any conversation, and you're wondering whether this is really worth it, (why do you keep letting yourself be pulled off to suspicious places by handsome men) when he stops abruptly.

An alleyway, of course. Darkened and dampened with silence. You guess this will do.

Your hands fall to your knees, and you catch your breath. You're creaky from sitting in a cell for a couple days.

"Phew. Okay, what do you want from me?"

"Who says I want anything from you?"

"Please don't act like I'm dumb," you sigh, drawing yourself fully erect.

"There's a reason you bailed me out and brought me here, and you don't look the type to just do favors for people." A snap of your fingers.

"So, I'd prefer it if you'd just spit it out."

"Hm. You're right. I do want something from you. But I'm curious."

"About?"

"You." You roll your eyes the second that leaves his mouth.

"Why, is it because of all the drama with the Sages and the General? It's really not that interesting."

"Half of Sumeru can contest to that."

"It's really not anything special. Just annoying really."

"As the Grand Scribe I don't have to attend every meeting," He derails the conversation, your cheek would sting from the whiplash.

"And my input is not received very well. I am meant to record, analyze and store information for the convenience of others."

"Okay…. Sounds tedious."

"It is. But it has its uses too." He leans closer.

"Because I'm allowed to sort the information, I'm also able to conduct my own personal research. But there are some things I can't find in the Akademia.

"That's where you will come in."

"Me? How?" And why? Does he automatically assume that you're just going to do his bidding? The arrogance.

"You're banned from multiple establishments and restaurants. Bars and taverns and a few official buildings. So when you work it's usually odd jobs like delivering goods or watching cargo, helping the sailors at Port Ormos. And it's usually later at night when the general public has gone to bed."

"...Have you been stalking me or something?" Now it's his turn to roll his eyes.

"Kaveh will talk the ear off of anything if he has something he's passionate about. He seems particularly interested in you and your…uniqueness."

"I am pretty amazing," you acquiesce, nodding along. "And Kaveh has lots of ideas he likes to bounce off of me. He wants to incorporate Monstadt architecture into some of his next projects soon."

"We'll see how well recieved that is." Before you could call him out on his mutterings a sharp sigh leaves his nose.

"You're deliberately getting us off track."

"Well. It seems like you're building up to a proposal and I'm not here for it. Just tell me what you want instead of the creepy ways you've been keeping note of me."

"Everyone knows what you've been up to. You're practically a celebrity."

"Whoop-de-do. What do you want."

"Whenever you make a fuss Sumeru tunes in, starved for entertainment as they are. The sages are incensed and General Mahamatra is distracted. I need you to keep doing that, but doing it consciously now."

"...Okay? That's it?" Just keep being your troublesome self?

"With the late jobs you pull you're also privy to gossip. Which could lead to good intel if you follow the right gossip. I'm too noticeable. Much more than you are. My proposal is that you continue as you are. Distract the Akademiya, distract Sumeru. Collect intel and deliver it to me when I ask."

You huff and plop yourself down on a crate, crossing a leg over your knee.

"If I do that though, it would put me under more suspicion. My crimes have been elevated from a Violation to a Class B Misdemeanor. I don't have the luxury to do any of that even if I truly wanted to." You shrug.

"I get that you just bailed me out so I could maybe do a job for you, but I'm not risking falling under the Sages hands for…." Yeah, wait, he didn't offer anything. "Yeah, for what?"

"I'll bail you out if you get caught, but only if it's by the local precinct. Any higher jurisdiction I'll also become a suspect. Any funds you need I'd also be willing to provide."

"...You just have money to spend, don't you?"

"Consider it charity." He looks you up and down and that bastard. Yeah, your clothes look wrinkled and a little threadbare, but that's a part of your charm. The ruffian bard, so to speak.

Even if pebbles keep getting inside the hole in your boot. You hadn't been able to fix it yet.

"Okay, you pay me and bail me out for gathering intel wherever you need me to, and distracting Sumeru too, that's the deal? So everything I've already been doing." You shrug.

"I assume you have no demands?"

"Hm. I want to discuss the intel I gather at your place."

"Absolutely not." He shoots you down immediately, but you're not discouraged.

"Why not?! Kaveh always tells me about your horrible art decor and I wanna see how bad it really is." You kick your feet, but he still shakes his head.

"It's like you're trying to garner attention."

"I've been on the downlow lately, no ones going around looking for me. The General should also still be on an excursion for the better half of this week, so I'm led to believe." You snort.

"But I don't. These things take weeks but he's been running himself ragged lately. He'll probably be back in a day or two."

"We'll see if that holds weight. I don't suppose you know anything about the General's recent work ethic though, do you?"

"Constantly annoyed by my continued tomfoolery, I suppose. Anyways!" You snap up to your tip toes and grin.

"How about a down payment? I got plenty of info already, so why not?"

"I'll pay you after I get the intel."

"You seem like the type of guy to scam a person and do it smooth too. Payment first."

"I'm not giving you mora so you can run off like a little imp."

"Don't call me an imp again. I guess it's a good thing then that I don't want your money!" You put your hands in your pockets and rock back in your heels with your fake cheer. He raises an eyebrow.

"You obviously need it."

"Well duh, of course I do. But I prefer to work for my own." If there's one thing your parents taught you, it's that money honestly isn't worth a thing unless you earn it honestly.

And none of this seems honest or even good, actually. You make such bad judgements calls. At least you have a conscience.

"I'm sure you have a plethora of hidden funds you're just waiting to drain that won't show on your bank records, but I'm not taking it. I can manage." He looks disbelieving, and you're sure he thinks you're joking, or that you'll change your mind soon. Tempting as that offer was, you're not taking it, its way too sketchy. He just looks like hes yo to something, which, technically he is. But your parents taught you better!

"So what do you want then?"

"Hm…" you put a hand to your chin like you don't already know.

"A place to crash once or twice a week. That's all. Paying rent to an inn is getting expensive, and the beds arent even good." For emphasis you stretch your arms above your head, cracking a few joints.

"...Let me guess. Specifically at–"

"Specifically at your place, yeah." Yeah, you really wanna see this place. Youre going to. Kaveh has been so adamant about you never meeting his roommate or going to their shared space, and you're already working on breaking his second wish.

"Tell me, does the General or the sages believe I'd be hiding at the house of one of their officials? No. Even if they end up suspecting you they won't suspect our correlation."

"There's actually a chance they might," he counters. "With the fact that you're acquainted with my roommate."

"And not many people know you two are roommates. We just need to make sure that Kaveh doesn't figure out our relationship."

If he figured out this meeting happened he would yell and holler up to Celestia. Everyone under the sun would know, so you can't let him know. Absolutely not.

"You two have a sorta strange relationship so I'm sure that you didn't tell him that you were gonna bail me out. I'll tell him it was an anonymous person who bailed me out, perhaps a secret admirer." You flutter your lashes, but he seems unresponsive. What a statue.

"And when could we arrange this?"

"How about when I'm giving you my intel? It would be pretty late at night you know so people won't see me sneaking in through the back door or something. And if they do they'll just think I'm your lover or sonething."

He seems to think for a moment, and, really, wow, you've never seen eyes like his before. You've seen people with two different colored eyes, but no one with three colors per eye. It's really pretty actually.

Finally he nods, begrudgingly.

"Fine. It's a deal. Doesn't cost much on my end anyways."

"Well this is invaluable to me, so thank you!" the fake cheer in your voice doesn't go unnoticed, and he reaches a handout for a handshake. You take it (Holy Celestia his hand is huge what the fuck? His fingers way go past your wrist) and shake it firmly. You were a knight, you're sure you have a good handshake, but you suspect that's not the reason why he looks at his hand when you pull away. Bitch.

"Is there anything you'd like to know right now?" You ask, professional mode.

"Have you heard anything about the knowledge capsules?"

"The illegal production of them or the ones being stolen and sold from the Akademiya?" You're pretty sure you see his eyes light up something, not sinister, but calculating. You smile, bold, and gesture towards the alleyway.

"Lead the way Grand Scribe. I'll talk along the way."

________

"It's funny how you impose a no overnight guest rule but lift it for me."

"Kaveh's guests are usually just as drunk and rowdy as he is. So that rule only applies to him."

"And I'm never not drunk or rowdy?"

"You are, just not as often. And you have more tact. I make the rules here anyways, so I decide when and when not to impose them."

"Some people would call you a hypocrite."

"I don't care." You chuckle, and go back to toweling your hair.

Ready access to a shower is something you'll never take for granted again. Communal showers and baths got the job done, but leisurely soaking under the water was such a wondrous feeling you had nearly forgotten. One thing that you missed from inazuma- their baths and saunas, pure heaven.

Amazing smelling soaps and shampoos and lotions was another, things too tedious to carry around while traveling. Now your hair has gotten less frazzled and your skin has never been better in the handful of weeks Al Haitham has 'employed' you.

You had raised an eyebrow at Al Haitham, when you noticed all the new bottles after the first few times you crashed at his place, late at night, right after delivering intel.

"...Why don't you let me use the guest room and bathroom?"

"I'm not having you leave any evidence behind. That's why you've been using mine."

"I get that…but um. What is all of this?" You gesture at the bottles. They're all scents he would never use; vanilla, lavender, cinnamon, jasmine and saffron musk and the like. Soaps that smell like fruits and creamy lotions and sweet body scrubs.

He stood quiet for a few minutes, but answered you.

"....I unfortunately have a conscience, so if you won't accept money I have to imburse you some other way." He didn't even look up from the papers he was looking over, this convo a distraction.

"They seemed like things you would enjoy. So the toiletries are for you. Use them." And he waved a hand at you, dismissive.

You didn't know how to respond, so you just grinned and took an extra long bath.

Now, you delight in how soft and clean you are, and tottle over to where Al haitham sits on the couch, book in hand. You plop down next to him.

"Whaddya reading?"

"Something light."

"Yeah, whaddya reading?"

"The Cultural and Generational study of Linguistics as a philosophy as Opposed to a Social Mechanic. Just some light reading."

"Oh yeah, you Haravat peeps are big into languages and stuff. Do you know how to speak any other languages?"

"The Sage for Haravat has to be fluent in at least twenty languages to qualify."

"Archons be damned. What about you?"

"I can speak some." You tap his arm to try and get him a bit more into the conversation.

"Okay, then indulge me! Say something in another language."

"Eres molesto." You frown, and answer back in the same tongue.

"Cabron"

"Perra."

"Burra."

"Tonta."

"Pendejo."

"En realidad soy bastante inteligente."

"Sure you are." You sigh.

"I'm not the one who let my studies fall to the wayside to join a group of Knights only to drop out whilst being in a position of power to travel the world as a bard." He says, and yeah, that stung a little. Fucker.

"School just wasn't for me. I learn better with hands-on experience, going at my own pace."

"That's what all the dropouts say."

"I kept up my education in other ways, alright?! I've traveled and seen more than you ever have."

"That's true. You have seen and experienced things I have yet to." He says. He doesn't add anything, and the room falls back into silence.

You can hear the crickets outside. Soon, you'll be able to hear the odd owl or two, hooting away at the night. A half muffled conversation you hear, whispers from the open window.

"But, I'm still smarter than you." Silence and peace, broken. You grab one of the couch pillows and try to smack him. He stops it with a hand though.

"Oh shut up! You act like that makes you so much better than me."

"Who's the one with the most mora between us?"

"Mora isn't worth a damn thing except the value people put on it."

"Which is quite a lot, so my question still stands." You huff and snatch back the pillow, clutching it to your chest.

"Don't you get tired of the nomad life?" He asks you suddenly, seriously.

"Wouldn't you like to actually settle down somewhere, have some stability?"

"Well, with my record it probably won't be in Sumeru." You laugh, trying to make light of the way Al haitham is looking at you, the way he looked away from his book the first time that night.

"But I have no plans for anything right now. That might seem aimless but I find it freeing. I could go anywhere, I could do nearly anything. The only thing I have to follow is my own compass and everything else will align."

"That sounds like you expect the world to just adhere to you and follow your whims."

"Of course I don't expect that. But fortune favors the bold, and I'm tired of being meek. I fell into conformity and enjoyed the monotone nature of it all before, because I was scared of change." You stare off into space, lost in your thoughts of what was.

"I had to put myself out there to know this, but I'd rather be scared of what's coming rather than what could be, you know? It's easy to get dragged into a lifestyle and think that it's the best you can get, but I crave a thrill. I'm young, so I'm going to be a little crazy, a little reckless. It's the right of youth after all."

"Hm." That's his only reply. You don't look up from where you're holding the pillow, staring down at your feet, still kinda wrinkly from soaking for too long.

"That mindset was for when we were teenagers. That doesn't apply as you get older."

"Says who? Society? As long as I'm able to, and as long as I want to, I'm to travel and sing and dance. It makes me feel good. I feel alive. Even if I'm condemned for it I won't stop."

"Really? If you keep annoying the Sages they might just have to double down on you," he says, like discussing the weather.

"And the General Mahamtra Cyno. For some reason you're able to hold him at bay, but for how long? Will you continue, should they get more aggressive?"

"Of course. I have to."

"You have to?"

"Yeah. Even if I can't do it here, I'll find some place where I can." You nod, somber.

"I have to. It's like….it's just inside of me and I have to let it out."

"Like stimming?"

"Almost! But…more. Just more. It just demands to be heard," you poke at your collarbone, lost in contemplation.

"It just…scratches at the inside of me."

"....Well, that's the Monstadt in you." He sighs again, exasperated, and you're sure he is, but you're sure he's starting to get used to your company too.

You kinda just…spilled your guts a little, didn't you? How embarrassing. But when you look up, Al haitham has his eyes on his book again.

"How about you go to sleep already? You have a job tomorrow."

"Well, the couch I've been allowed to occupy has been taken over already so I'm afraid not."

"I caught you sleeping standing up once, I'm sure half a couch can suffice."

"No, get off."

"No. My couch. My room."

"That you let me sleep in. Turn off the light, too."

"No. I'm reading. I'm not going to do either."

"Well fine then!" And just like that you plop your head into his lap.

He moves his book out the way and blinks down at you, actually looking a little astonished.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" You snort.

"Oh wow, you cursed. Oh uh, I'm going to sleep?"

"With your head in my lap?"

"Yeah, do you work out by any chance? Of course you do look at your biceps, but this," you tap his thigh. "Is not a very comfy pillow. You're not very soft."

"Then get off." You shut your eyes and immediately pretend to be sleeping already, even if you can't help the twitching at the corner of your mouth.

"What was that? I'm sleeptalking and can't hear you over the fact that I'm very deep in my REM cycle now." You fake snore just to sell it and you swear you could feel him roll his eyes.

But he doesn't move you, and you're actually dog tired, and soon, you're fast asleep.

******

His leg goes numb in half an hour, but he still doesn't yet move.

You're really snoring now, and he's sure there'd be droll if you had laid your head to the side. But your mouth is slightly parted, and even breaths leave your nose. You really fell asleep in his lap.

And for some reason he let you.

You're touchy, and nosy, but useful. You keep eyes off him when he needs to gather intel on his own, whatever you can't get him. You don't ask for much and do your community time when you're caught and sentenced. You enjoy it actually. Giving back and whatnot.

Kaveh continually gushes on about you, but should he offer the slightest bit of interest he suddenly turns snarky and possessive. Like a desert fox not wanting to share, he says that he wouldn't want to poison you with his everything.

He has to laugh a little. If only he knew.

Perhaps he could help you out. He's really cheating you with how much intel you bring in, and while he normally wouldn't feel anything, something about you pokes at his conscience.

He's sure he could help you acquire some sort of position that would allow you to continue your...hobbies. Probably at the Zubayr theater. And what about your vision?

You've been trying to hide it but he's caught a glimpse of its fiery red hue a couple of times. It would serve you well, whether gathering intel or defending yourself from troublemakers. You've had a couple scruffles and loose calls that could be avoided.

The only problem is the fact you need a high ranking signature. And you can't ask, no one would be willing to sign for you.

Except for him, perhaps. But were you worth the suspicion?

You'd undoubtedly be able to do more with your vision. You'd be much more useful. If he gets you a position at the theater you'd be more willing to do work for him. It would reap him many rewards. He should start treating you more like a business partner than an employee. Then it's decided.

He'd also have you start taking your payment already. Multiple small withdrawals from the bank would look less suspicious then one large one, and he's tired of you forcing yourself to some strict moral code. Baths and a place to crash are basic rights, not payment. If you're working for him you'll get payed, end of chapter.

Speaking of chapters, he'll move once he finishes this one. Once you were asleep you wouldn't wake until your body was sufficiently rested, a horrible quirk of yours, so he could move without you stirring.

He'd let you stay where you are for a bit longer.

Translation Notes:

Eres molesto: You're annoying.

Cabron: Bastard

Perra: Bitch

Berra: Donkey/ Jackass

Tonta: Ditzy

Pendejo: Stupid/Dumbass

En realidad soy bastante intelligente: In reality im quite intelligent/ I'm actually quite intelligent. (He's being snarky/joking here.)

Taglist: @jjkclub @jaguarthecat @swivy123 @seajellyx @ash-in-lavender

[saspas-library-of-craziness]

So I had to write this and get the brainworm out of my head. As I wrote it, I imagined Raph and reader being in a QPR. You'll see and then agree.

Word count: 771

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Raph is a pretty big guy- actually scratch that, he's never seen anyone bigger than him. So when you decided you wanted to be crushed, he was very startled. The day went a little like this-

You walk into the lair, dragging your feet.

"Oh hey Y/N!" Mikey called from the kitchen.

"Mmm," you mumble as you unshoulder your backpack and flop onto the couch.

"You alright?" Mikey walks over in front of you. You groan loudly into the cushion, and you practically hear Mikey frown.

"Raph! Y/N's here!"

There's a loud bang from the bathroom down the hall before Raph emerges, looking mildly disheveled.

You can't help but chuckle from where you'd turned your head to peek at him. The turtle looks like he just got out of the shower. Your face flushes as he stares at you, turning back into the cushion.

"Is everything alright, Y/N?"

You groan into the cushion again, louder. A few seconds pass, before Raph's telltale footsteps draw close and you're scooped into muscled arms.

"Bleghh," you loll your head dramatically, grinning lightly at your captor. He chuckles, a deep rumble that always manages to warm you.

He begins trudging to his room, leaving Mikey behind. Nudging the door open with his foot, he settles you comfortably on his bed.

"You're off today," he murmurs. You shrug. "It's been an off day."

It's true. Nothing particularly bad or uncomfortable happened today, yet you'd felt itchy in your own skin. It had eased with the physical contact Raph was so generously giving you, but now that he's hovering near you on the bed, the feeling is creeping back.

Raph turns and grabs something off one of his floating shelves, and holds it out to you.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

He has a singular penne-shaped pasta between his fingers, and you choke on a laugh.

April had come down with food supplies to teach Mikey how to cook something other than pizza, and the first night was chicken Alfredo, with penne pasta. Mikey ended up spilling the box of pasta across the kitchen, and they had to salvage what they could. A week later, Raph found a singular pasta under the couch, and kept it for some reason? And every time he presents it to you, you can't help but laugh at the origin story.

When you're done hacking up a lung, you settle on the bed, looking at the cracks in the ceiling. "I'nno, there's just this weird itch that's been bothering me."

Now Raph looks confused. "Can you not reach it? Is it your back? Or," he asks seriously, "is it one of those ones that moves when you try to scratch it?"

"No, it's, like, my whole body. Dunno why."

Raph pouts, flopping across your legs and stomach (carefully, of course. He's aware of his mass).

A second goes by.

And then your breath stutters.

The pressure is like warm lightning spreading down your stomach and legs, soothing the aches and the itch.

"Um, Raph?" You begin hesitantly. He lifts his head from your stomach, ever so innocently looking at your face.

"Can you come up here?" You pat your chest, unable to look at his eyes longer.

"Awoh, Y/N, I can't. I'd hurt ya."

You sigh, closing your eyes as he settles back on your stomach.

A few minutes pass.

"Hey Raph?"

"Yea doll?"

"Come 'ere." You wave him forward, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he pulls himself over you, face hovering above yours. You open your eyes to meet his. He looks almost... nervous.

You reach up to gently cup his head with both hands.

Then he yelps as you clunk your forehead against his.

"Raphael, I need to be crushed this instant."

His eyes widen as you stare him down, centimeters apart. He swallows, and opens his mouth, to protest most likely, but you add, "Please."

He holds your gaze for another moment, sighs, and slowly moves his head to your collarbone.

"If anything is uncomfortable-"

"I'll make sure you know, I know the drill, mate."

He finally settles, fully draped across you, and you feel like you can breathe a little easier, despite the massive turtle currently crushing you. In fact, you've all but melted into the bed, mind blissfully blank.

Minutes pass, and you're on the edge of dozing off when you hear yourself murmur, "Deep pressure therapy."

"Hm?" Raph perks up a little.

"'s deep pressure therapy. Tha's wha's goin' on."

You hope you get your point across because you're really fucking tired and warm and comfortable and the world is already dark and ope. You're asleep.

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I'm considering writing a part two for Raph's perspective as well. Hope you enjoyed, and if you see any errors, no you don't

Also: @serendipitouslyjayus247

[saysike-skedoodles]

Treat Me Like Your P3T

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MORE SILLY ART! MORE OF THE FUNNY COYOTE!! I was listening to some Femtanyl as I usually do and got the idea for this drawing thanks to her song 'P3T'. I really like it, really energetic and fun :]. I based her makeup look off of the eyelashes present on Token (the character usually seen on Femtanyl's music artwork) cuz I liked the look of them. Also, I should probably mention this but uhhh don't take the phrase on the art literally. If you did treat Silly like as if she's an actual dog you'd be getting a free ticket to the "Getting Punched in the Face By Silly" experience, don't do that. Obviously you can see her already not looking too happy here but just to clarify that before anyone actually does HAH.

I also went a bit experimental on the likes of posing and head views in this drawing. Of course it's not absolutely perfect, but it's still an attempt nonetheless :]. I'm actually really happy with the result. I've always wanted to do the likes of tilted heads and such but just never tried it cuz to be fair I was a bit scared of trying it. Get experiemental with your stuff guys, it's not as scary as past me thought it was going to be. I'm honestly really glad I'm getting the energy back to make digital art, been sketching in my sketchbook a good bit outside of digital art which is neat too. Which does remind me, I dunno if yall would be up for it but I have thought of sharing more sketchbook stuff, stuff like design pages, doodles, all that. Kinda like me posting some craft stuff, just changes things up for this account and my content if ya get me. I'll decide on something anyways.

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Also, I may be posting a speedpaint later after this, it's most likely not going to be of THIS DRAWING specifically, but I figured why not post one since I haven't posted on my youtube in a little over 5 months. I know my upload schedule on youtube is anything BUT consistent but it's only cuz making youtube content takes a lot more time and energy out of me than it does posting to DA, Tumblr, Newgrounds etc. Honestly I don't usually like posting speedpaints to me channel, I always feel like it's "lazy" content to be put on my channel, I dunno what you guys feel about it but that's how I feel personally. But that's probably just me. ANYWAYS- speaking of Silly actually since this drawing features, October is about 3 days away (YAYYYY) which means that, yes, Bex, Silly and Stacy will be back once again to show off their Halloween costumes for 2024! I definitely think this year's is gonna be the BEST in terms of costume choices, I don't wanna say much but lemme tell ya that this year's Halloween costumes are gonna be AWESOME. ALSO ALSOOOO- with October around the corner, I HAVE A GOOD FEW SPOOKY DRAWING IDEAS READY TO START DRAWING. I also have a few horror related drawings that I've been working on in the background that I wanna share when October comes around since I'm proud of some of them :].

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I think that's it for me and what I have to say, go listen to Femtanyl

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[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - pt 26

okay if any of y'all know what this gif is from i'll be surprised. it's... er, i guess a hint 😅 anyway, second part of the not so date, still bowser's POV!

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

"What draws you to Princess Peach?"

Bowser blinked in surprise. For some reason, he hadn't expected that question, and it was throwing him for a loop. He frowned down at his wine as he mulled it over.

Why did he like Peach?

"Well, she's pretty," he started, although that felt very obvious. Everyone knew that. You nodded politely, though, encouraging him to go on. "Um… she's never been afraid to speak her mind to me. I like that." He drummed his claws on the table. Damn, this was harder than he thought; he'd never really stopped to consider this.

When he failed to continue, you piped up again, "Do you like that she's relatively independent?"

He nodded. "Yeah. She don't really need someone beside her.. but I guess I kinda wish she'd let me be there anyway."

His eyes flicked up to your face as something began to stir in his mind. With the exception of Rodney, you'd been fairly feisty with him even when you first arrived, so he could probably assume that in normal circumstances you didn't really need anyone… yet you'd let him in.

"And is she actually a nice person? You kept teasing how she might not rescue me," you mused, glancing at him before looking down again. "Plus with what I've heard from you and Wendy…"

Bowser sighed, then smiled just a bit. "Okay… look. Peach is a sweet lady. Part of why I like her. She takes care of her people as best she can - they come first. She ain't too keen on me and my kids 'cause we kidnapped her so many times, but she never been rude or anything to 'em. More like a no-nonsense teacher, or somethin'. Don't let me or my kids' views of her skew yours - she's a good woman."

You nodded slowly, clearly digesting the information. He hadn't realized you were so insecure about the type of woman she was, or else he might not have been so insistent on Peach not coming to get you somehow.

After a few moments, you nodded again and looked at him. He was a little relieved to see some fire in your eyes.

"Okay, different question," you stated. He hummed and took a bite of food to give you time to ask. "Given my terror last night, where do you expect me to–"

"With me," he grunted flatly around his bite.

You flushed, dropping your gaze to your meal. A smug smirk slowly began to tug at his lips as his confidence started to return… again. Hopefully for good this time. He let the silence linger as he watched you shift in your chair.

"Just tonight, or–?"

"Until ya leave."

The smirk threatened to expose his fangs as he watched you wrestle with his new demand. He knew it was one thing to be with him because of a terror, but it was a totally different thing entirely to just demand you slept with him - but he wasn't quite willing to give up the sweet snuggles just yet.

Peasley was due to leave tomorrow, and once he did, Bowser expected a call from Peach to discuss the terms of your release a few days after that. If she would give him her number you probably wouldn't have had to wait so long, but then, you also wouldn't have been able to give him a chance like you were.

"...Which will be when, again?" you mumbled.

He wasn't sure he wanted you to leave.

"Soon as I negotiate with Peach. Should be in a few days, but 'til then I reserve the right to as many cuddles as I want," he stated firmly, not wanting to leave any room for argument.

You covered your mouth, but he could see how the corners of your eyes crinkled a bit from a smile. Fuck, that shouldn't make his heart pound like it did.

"Well, who am I to go against a king's wishes?" You sighed dramatically.

"That's - yeah, exactly," he huffed quietly. "I'm the king, so you gotta do what I say…" His eyes narrowed. "Hang on. Ya don't seem very embarrassed."

"I'm not the one that tried to escape through a wall just because of a little makeup," you smiled sweetly at him.

Bowser chuffed indignantly - why was that still making him feel so embarrassed?! He should be over it by now, damn it! You giggled softly and immediately his face heated up; there was no reason for you to be so cute and endearing! It almost wasn't fair!

"You ever gonna let me live that down? I was surprised, okay?" He waved a hand to dismiss the topic.

You giggled again. "Whatever you say, big man," you chimed, finishing up your wine.

Big man. The nickname shot straight through him and into his heart - it meant you were comfortable with him. More than that, actually, it meant you liked him. You liked him. It wasn't one of those silly titles he found so amusing, but an actual nickname.

Well, so was 'Bows,' but that was less personal to him since Kamek called him that sometimes. And… so did Peach…

He couldn't let himself get flustered over every little thing though. He had to power through.

"Big man?" he repeated dumbly.

Fuck.

You grinned at him and he thought his heart was going to rip out of his chest. His mind (and emotions) felt like a green shell, bouncing around off of every little thing, with every smile and laugh and trusting look from you acting as another kick to it.

"Yeah, big man," you chuckled.

Maybe if he made an inappropriate joke–

"I like it." Damn it. You made him so stupid!

"Good, because it's not going away. Now, I should probably go see what your sons want from me, and then I'll be back and you can embarrass the shit outta me, hm?" You reached across the table and gently patted his hand.

His eyes flicked down at your comment; fuck, both of you were finished eating. There was more wine, but…

"I'll be sure to keep the wine cool," he replied, mentally kicking himself because for some reason that line came out smooth and easy.

You stood and turned for the door, but you paused, and he sat up a little straighter when you instead turned and stepped over to him. He didn't get a chance to ask what you wanted before suddenly your hands came up under his chin, soft and gentle as ever.

"I can't believe I almost forgot an important part of a date," you said seriously; for once, you were intently keeping eye contact, making sure he was watching you, but the chain chomp definitely had his tongue.

All he could manage was a quiet hum of curiosity as he stared at you with wide eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.

You giggled shyly and, in front of his very eyes, of your own volition, you pressed a kiss to his nose. He stopped breathing entirely; although it felt like it lingered, it couldn't have been more than a second or so before you were booking it out of the room with a deep blush.

"Thanks for lunch, see you later!" you called over your shoulder as the door closed behind you.

Bowser was left by himself, staring after you in shock as his mind struggled to process what had just happened. One of his hands came up and hovered over his nose where you kissed him.

You kissed him, without him making a demand. You intentionally did that of your own accord. You chose to do that. And you'd called it a date. But he was too stunned to even try to think why you did that.

After a few solid minutes, his mind clicked back to life, but there was only one thought that would repeat itself over and over again:

He was in love. He was in love, he was in love, he was in love he was in love he was in lo–

[augustinapril]

Hi! This is Dillo, from @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me, and I was just wondering if you'd be interested in participating in a Valentine's themed event? There really aren't any rules, I would just make up a prompt list, just a few simple ideas that revolve around Valentine's day, and then you'd have free reign to write/draw/do whatever for any of Outsiders character you'd want to! After you make your awesome creation, you could just @ me in your post, or use a fancy tag I have yet to decide on, and then I'll reblog it to my blog so that we can hopefully create some friendships between content creators for the fandom! I think it's way important for us creators to bind together so the fandom doesn't get lost, ya know? So, yeah! Just lemme know how you feel about that!

Dillo 🤟

hi Dillo!!! That sounds so fun, and I would definitely love to participate! I can't guarantee I'll get a full fic out, but I'd love to try <3 and i would also love to see other works created by other people!! thank you for thinking of including me!!

is there gonna be any rules or anything??

[gbgamebun]

Road to Cream64 v1 Part 3: So many friends and an egg.

I was hoping to do two of these a week but man this has been a crazy week. Anyway, we back to wrapping up the rest of the NPCs. Actually had to grab

Star Toads were next and I wanted to make each one unique. The thought process for who got chosen was a mix of who was connected to Cream and just who I liked. The obvious answers were Amy and Blaze and I ended up choosing Blaze for the second toad. Doesn't mean I would leave Amy hanging, as she got a little side story in v2, but when we get there of course.

In Blaze's dialog, she mentions that Marine was also with her and that she's somewhere. So go help her find this mangy raccoon! I wanted to do something special and stick Marine in a level where you'd just run into her. Though with very limited code knowledge, even if you find Marine, Blaze's dialog stays the same. Mostly just a cute little event that would eventually fuel my desire to add more stuff like this in later versions. So much more...

The first star toad as you can see here ended up being a leftover from a small edit I did when just figuring out dialog edits and stuff. Eventually just ran with the idea of a single stubborn toad who refused to leave when Peach gave the order for every toad to go on vacation for this party.

Even after all the latest versions and dialog rewrites, his has been the only one that's stayed the same since v1. People really have come to love this little asshole.

For the last toad, I ended up choosing a little blue bunny for reason that should be clear: she be my bun bun.

Around early 2020 is when I finally had gotten out of my weird funk about my drawing ability and stuff and finally started getting back into Sonic stuff. Bare with me for a bit for I must go into a tangent into what I've been doing for the past few years before all this.

Near the end of 2019 I started slowly getting back into Sonic AUs and OCs again, a bit of that can be attributed to the Sonic movie and my friend's revigorated interest into that part of the fandom. One of my oldest characters, Mark, was stuck in a weird limbo of being in a Sonic AU and being in an original story for a few years. It reached a point where I just tired of it and shelved him to focus on an entirely new story and characters unrelated to anything I've done before.

Now back to the start of 2020, I actually go out of my way to try and update his design and do some stuff with him.

And we have our new design. I swear one day I'll go into his backstory but I'm dragging on. So where does this rabbit fit in? One of the new story bits I had in mind was that he would find a little rabbit named Katalina and adopt her. Then while he does his adventurin', he would leave her with Vanilla and that's how she would form a bond with Cream and the rest of her family. It's also why she calls Cream "Lil' Sis" in her dialog since she's like slightly older than Cream.

So yeah this hack is based off my AU, which is still mostly just told through these hacks. Don't blame people for getting real confused as to who the heck she is and eventually her adopted pappy. Sorry for the long bit, I rarely get a chance to speak about them as much like this. Speaking of, let's go back to him since that we're now done with the toads.

Changing Yoshi was just like changing the other model though this is the first time changing someone's model who was bigger than the model swapped (in this case it's using Mario's rig on a model that's taller). The best way to describe it is that the root position is off so he's kind of sticking a bit on one side, even if his shadow looks fine. His collision is kind of wonky as a result.

I would end up leaving this for v1 but it is something I would fix down the line. It was just a matter of changing the root point or even moving the rig a bit before exporting. Also noting, Mark here has changed again, with Blaze like fur sticking out instead of the weird white hair flowing from the back. Saved me a lot of effort down the line, lemmie tell ya!

Ya know I guess I should at least show what they're latest designs are. From the ref sheets I got, made by my friend @fudgernutter.

And now time for the big boy. That's right, it's time for Eggman and his Egg Koopa Mk 2!

God, this monster was one of the hardest thing to put together, if only just to uncrumple him so I can apply his textures and fix up the head mesh.

WHY IS YOUR JAW SO FAR APART?! It was one of those that was so bad I had to write down which bone was moved and how much so I don't accidently mess up the whole thing. Gah, it was a mess but as the years have shown me, it was 100% worth the effort.

It wouldn't be the first time messing with Bowser's model and rig, as I did an edit for Super Suwako 64 by turning him into a Cirno cosplayer. Don't mind the missing jaw, had messed up rotating on of the bones. This is what can happen.

The actual design of the EggBowz basically just comes down to "I wanted the robot to look as close as I can with him". So changed the hair to brown, the horn and spikes to gold to match Eggman's buckles, the upper torso is red to match his coat and the lower half is black for his pants and shoes. The mustache model is just his SA1's stache slapped on the front of the nose cause it seemed like something he would do.

Carving a hole into Bowser's head mesh wasn't too hard thankfully and then just repositioning Eggy to look like he's sitting and we're good! Still weird to think that it was initially just a random thought to actually do this but hey that's how half the ideas in his hack have worked out. Shoutouts to Cream nerds on twitter.

And with that, we got every major character swapped out! I suppose the last reoccurring character not mentioned here would be Mips so I'll just stick him at the end here.

Sonic is full of small animal critters so grabbing one of them was perfect for Mips. Ended up grabbing a model of Pocky from I forget either Smash 4 or a mobile game where the animal friends are there (and low poly). Everything here is still the Mips model except for the head obviously. Then just applying Pocky's textures and even connecting his ears so that they're a single mesh.

Whew that's a lot but there's not much else left. Just enemy models, UI stuff and the soundtrack and that's gonna be fun to discuss. Gotta see if I still have spreadsheets of the songs I chose before adding them.

[seelestia]

I'm glad ya liked the gift Liaaaa 💗💗💗

And don't worry about the late gift for me, just me knowing that you're gifting me something is already making me melt with happiness fr :'''D

Also- maybe it's just me, but I cannot tell wtf makes my art style distinct apart from my occasionally clean and sharp outlines :'D one of my friends said the same thing about how recognizable it is and I'm like "art style where?? I'm the most inconsistent artist I know :'DD"

But maybe that's just me being critical of myself who knows :P

It actually didn't take me that long to draw these, the one with scara, you, and cryptid ayato was the first I started to draw and I actually had to stop drawing it a little while before finishing the out line cuz I got busy when it came for our school Christmas party :'D but I finished it just in time before christmas eve

The one with normal ayato and you, took just a couple of hours to draw in one day, I thought it was a little cruel to gift you JUST a gag gift of scara and cryptid ayato, so I whipped up something with you and ur husband :33

Also- that bonus scene with Carlin and me, that was the first one I finished cuz even before December came around cuz I got intimidated by the main drawing :'D I was just doing the sketching for the gag gift at first and I knew I really wanted a lot of details and meticulously sharp ass outlines so I got a lil intimidated by it at first and finished the bonus scene before it :'''D

But all in all- I'm really grateful for you, our friendship, and how much you appreciate my art lia :''D I can't gift you anything physical but hey, if my art gives you serotonin then I'll keep gifting you more :3

I cannot even describe how happy I am to have met you, cuz you are one of the most anticipated people I wanna talk to and banter with whenever I go online fr :D

Love you liaaaa, hope you had a great holidays 💗💗💗

- Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ Jae

i loved it sm i'm gonna make it my priv's heirloom fr fr 🤞 (/hj) AND YOUR GIFT IS FINISHED BTW! all that is left to do rn is post it after this, hehe. i hope you'll like it (it's angst wrapped in a box) <3

other than the clean outlines, the details i find distinct about your artsyle is the way you draw eyes (you make eyes look so squishy like boba pearls), how you shade noses, and the way you draw hair (they look so swirly (??) and it scratches my brain in the right way) AND YOUR CHIBIS OFC <3 i still vv much treasure the ayato body pillow hehe your artstyle just has this smoothness that reminds me of those high quality animation memes you'd find on yt 😭 (/pos) i think i could've worded this better but yeah fjjejwkdk

jae, did drawing this gift actually help you commit to a deadline?? (/j) no but i'm fr super grateful for the gift like literally, i feel like i'm getting bombed with serotonin whenever you drop your art. you have an advantage over me with that talent of yours and idk how to feel (the power you hold) 🚶

thanks for being one of my best friendos on here, jae! when i see you in my inbox, i get a little bit more motivated like you charge up my social battery and that's pretty cool. ily for that, but you gotta stop bullying me with a certain mouchie who will not be named as your weapon. (/lh)

[truetgirl]

"Getting to know you better" tag game.

Tagged by @zeroraiser (who could just ask me any of this on discord or in person and/or already knows these things but hey where's the fun in that)

What book are you currently reading?

I'm halfway through Inkmistress, but it's been a year or more since I ADHD'd out on that so I'll probably need to restart it. More immediately, got back into Lumberjanes recently, and I've been finishing the latter half of the series from where I left off before (around about vol. 9 or 10). Currently on vol. 18, still got the standalone graphic novels to read as well.

What do you usually wear?

Comfy t-shirts, sweatpants, hoodies, and more recently I've been loving mixing skirts into my wardrobe.

How tall are you?

I am 6'4" and I have been since I was 15 or 16. One time, in like my junior year of high school, I went to see my mother at the middle school where she taught at the time and one of my old teachers flagged me down in the hall to ask who I was substituting for. The look on her face what I told her I was there to see my mom and pointed to her door was priceless.

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

Pisces. Apparently I was born on the same day that Queen Elizabeth I was excommunicated by Pope Pious V.

Do you go by your full name or a nickname?

Full name mostly, Kelly's pretty short, sweet, and to the point, but my closer friends call me Kel a lot and specifically @preciousanalogheart calls me Kells.

Did you grow up to be what you wanted to be as a kid?

Not as of yet, no. Who knows, perhaps someday I'll get back in shape and then become a firefighter after all.

What's something you're good at vs something you're bad at?

I like to think I'm pretty decent at writing, and I particularly enjoy dialogue and introspection.

I am most certainly not the best at time management. Like, seriously, every time I try to keep myself to a schedule I end up chronically late.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

This is actually a sneak peak at something that will definitely not be out till next year, probably sometime around March or April if all goes well, but I still wrote it this year:

"She wept for him. She wept for the man she had known, for the brother she had fought beside, for who he could have been, who he had been, and wh she knew he could never be again."

Dogs or cats?

Every time someone tries to make me choose one over the other, a hostage dies.

What's something you'd like to create content for?

Comics. By which I do not just mean superhero stuff, though that's admittedly no small part of it.

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

Been back on the X-Men train lately.

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I am honestly worried my HRT isn't doing much of anything at this point.

What's a hidden talent of yours?

I'm actually pretty damn good at strategy/resource management games, but it doesn't always come across because I prioritize things that are fun, flavorful, interesting, etc... over pure efficiency.

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

My girlfriend to cuddle with (they are visiting but I am presently at work).

Tagging: @strawberry-crocodile @breya-etherium-shaper @strawberry-bundae

No pressure, just some fun if ya feel like it.

[hybridshadowz]

hewwo~! just a smol reminder that I have a ko-fi page! If anyone can spare a few dollars, you have no idea how much that would help me in making more art, paying my bills and my kitten’s vet bills! 

I do art and post it on my art blog, so definitely feel free to ask for a sketch request if you donate!

Thank ya for your time and I hope you have a lovely day~! (or night, depending on when you’re reading this ^u^)

[crazylilad]

I’ll do anything for you even if you won’t love me back PART 3

Masterlist

Last part I'll be doing of this story until further notice! It's been a journey getting so many replies asking for more of Y/N and Daryl and I'm pleased to say this isn't going to be the end of their story! I plan on finishing up s8-s10 (I'm not doing s11 because I haven't seen it yet) and then ending this oneshot/story.

Don't expect anymore parts anytime soon as I have more stories I want to write and don't want to focus all my attention on just one story.

Please make sure to reblog, like, or whatever you wanna do! That helps me want to continue writing these kinds of stories and to figure out what people want

Just a reminder, this is set in early season 7, around the beginning of the savior arc :)

Word count: 3198

If you'd like to be tagged or removed, please let me know!

@d1am0ndw0lfxd @eatinpeachs @thefemininemystiquee @infectedbydaryl @ellablossom @azanoni @shadylilac @fuseburner @my-obsession-spn

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That night, Maggie and Sasha both decided to share a room with a couple of Hilltop’s residents so Y/N and Daryl could have the trailer to themselves. Daryl and her both had tried to decline, both coming up with different excuses, but the two girls didn’t relent. 

Y/N knew Maggie was giving them privacy so Y/N could tell Daryl about her being pregnant, but Y/N couldn’t make herself say the words.

She was laid across Daryl’s bare chest, running a finger along one of his scars. 

Daryl had told Y/N about his past, what happened to his mom and what his dad did to them all. He never let people see the ugly markings left, never let anyone touch him, but Y/N was different. 

When they first started sleeping in the same bed, Daryl couldn’t help but be tense. He slept in his day clothes and wouldn’t touch Y/N, or let her touch him. Even if before sleeping together they would sneak kisses when no one was looking. 

But soon enough, Y/N had caught him undressed and saw every part of him, even the broken parts.

She didn’t look at him any differently though. She didn’t even say anything as she got up and held him close, her stomach flat against his back as she softly caressed his scars. He stood there, dumbfounded and tense as tears flooded his vision. 

That was the first time he had ever felt love before, the first time he had been hugged like that and told that he was perfect the way he was. Daryl wasn’t so sure if he believed it himself, but Y/N seemed pretty damn adamant that it was the truth, going as far as making him feel worthy of being cared for.

Now, as Y/N touches his scars once more, occasionally kissing one, he touched the few on her back and arms. She had gotten them throughout her time in this ugly world, most were from her time alone -and Daryl knew how dark those stories were- and the rest was from protecting their family.

His heart pounded as he thought of all the times he wasn’t there to protect her, when she didn’t know to protect herself. 

Y/N hummed before getting up.

 Their plates of food were discarded along with their clothes, Y/N’s necklace somewhere on the floor, hidden away from view. Neither of them could care less about the mess they had made in the little time they had been together again, they were just glad for the sense of security they felt in one another's arms.

“I was gonna come for you,” Y/N finally whispered. “I wasn’t going to leave you there… I’m-” But the words didn’t want to leave her mouth. I’m pregnant and I feel utterly useless against the saviors.

Daryl’s hand moved to Y/N’s bicep, his calloused fingers drawing aimlessly like Y/N had done to him so many times before.

“Ya don’t gotta explain yourself. I get it.” he murmured. 

She sighed before kissing Daryl’s hand and tossing her clothes on. Their food was cold by now, yet neither of them complained as they both sat down and ate more than what they probably should’ve.

The next day, Daryl was watching Y/N. He had noticed her sluggish movements and how she snapped at everyone around her so easily. It was so different from the calm Y/N he knew.

When the saviors came unexpectedly, Y/N and him were separated, neither knowing where the other was. Y/N was hidden under a trailer, just barely out of sight while Daryl hid with Maggie in Hilltop’s food cellar. After about an hour or so, the saviors left and not long after Y/N and Daryl were headed back to their trailer and asleep for the rest of the night. 

Daryl watched as she got undressed and burrowed herself under the mounds of blankets on their small bed. His knife tapped the table, leaving small markings on the wood as he tried to figure out what was bothering her that was so bad she was hiding it from him.

It was so unlike her, the usual girl who spent hours ranting about her issues if only to come up with a solution by herself was now more quiet than she had ever been. Daryl would listen every time she would rant to him, not speaking unless she asked him what his input was, but that rarely ever happened. 

Y/N hated herself for that, always feeling like she was wasting his time, but Daryl would let her waste years of his life if it meant he could see her happy.

He smiled. She didn’t know it, but she was his better half, the half that could solve anything if she wanted to.

Y/N listened as he moved around the trailer and got ready for the night, her body shaking under the covers as she tried to get warm. When Daryl’s arms wrapped around her she wasted no time burrowing her head into his chest, the blankets going over her head as Daryl chuckled.

Y/N listened to his voice as he told stories, some about him and his older brother, and the trouble they always got into, and some about what he wanted to try to build at some point. Daryl whispered something about building them a log cabin in the middle of the woods when they were done fighting the Saviors, promising to find Y/N some sort of mutt they could have as a companion.

“We’ll name ‘em dog.” Daryl joked, smiling when he heard Y/N’s laugh.

It wasn’t long until they had fallen asleep, only to get up hours later. Neither of them were ready for the busy day to come; Jesus had told the both of you all about another community under Negan’s rule. To Daryl, that was all that was happening, but today was the day Y/N would tell him. 

There was never going to be a good time to tell Daryl and Jesus mentioned there would be a doctor at this new place that could check on Y/N’s health.

With that said, Y/N slipped her boots on and followed Daryl out the trailer. She could see Rick as well as a few others from Alexandria walking through Hilltop. smiled as Rick and Daryl hugged each other tightly, tears glimmering in both their eyes. 

Y/N made her rounds, hugging all of her friends, but she and Michonne hugged the longest, each saying words that they couldn’t convey properly. 

Y/N felt awful for leaving right after a terrible argument, going as far as to wish to never see the couple ever again. She wanted more than anything to make it up to them, but didn’t know how.

She backed away from her friend and offered a small smile, wiping away the tears threatening to fall when Daryl placed a hand on her shoulder, leading her over to sit in the back seat of a car.

The drive to the new community was long and Y/N spent most of that time drawing random shapes on Daryl’s hands while speaking softly to Carl who was sitting behind them.

When they pulled up in a parking lot and led to the Kingdom’s gates, Y/N felt a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Daryl felt it too and kept close to Y/N who was looking paler by the second.

Neither of them said anything, but when they met Ezekial, they thought he was an insane man. Still, Y/N respected his way of leading, especially when she learned he was able to keep Negan’s men outside of his walls. Perhaps it wasn’t much, but to Y/N, it was everything.

Daryl, on the other hand, wanted to leave immediately. He didn’t trust these people to be as strong as Jesus was making them out to be. Sure, they had survived this long, but that didn’t mean anything. They had walls to hide behind, that was nothing compared to being out on the road for weeks at a time.

It wasn’t long after their meeting with the king that they group decided to head back home, hoping to get back before the saviors decided to check Alexandria for Daryl. Y/N stood on the porch of the building her group had just come out of and watched in silence as Rick told Daryl to stay behind, the rest of the group walking out through the front gates. 

Morgan, who she didn’t expect to see here of all places, was standing next to her, arms resting on his stick.

Daryl marched back in the gates when Rick began to catch up with the group. Y/N’s brows raised when she saw his enraged expression. She bit her lip before following him to a building the community used as apartments.

She found Daryl pacing an empty room, hands fisted. He was beyond angry, and upset. They had all left him. Sure, there was a reason behind it, but Y/N and Daryl were great assets to the group, and both of them could stay out of sight when Negan came to take things from Alexandria. They sure as hell were no use trying to convince a pretend king to join a war.

Y/N thought otherwise. In fact, while she watched Daryl from the doorway she was leaning against, she was making a plan on how to make Ezekial help them. She knew why Rick was making Daryl and her stay as far away from Negan as possible, knew if Daryl had even a slim chance -even if it meant he died as well- he would kill Negan and ruin everything. Y/N had never seen him so hidden in rage, but no one could stop him if he lost control over his emotions. Whether he could see it or not, this was for the best. At least for now. 

Daryl stopped pacing. His shoulders were shaking as he faced the room’s window that looked down at the Kingdom. He had thought the same things as Y/N and it only hurt him more. He was no longer trusted, it felt like. 

Daryl sniffed, looking down at his hands. He couldn’t see anything but the blood of Glenn. It was his fault what happened, his fault Y/N wasn’t safe in Alexandria instead of hiding from Negan. If he had just stayed kneeling… 

His mind was clouded and he didn’t feel when Y/N wrapped her arms around him.

His hands moved to wipe at the tears that fell onto his cheeks. He couldn’t understand what was going on, but there was an anger in him so dangerous he feared he would punch one of the walls near him. But Y/N’s arms stopped that from happening and so he dropped his fisted hands and let her soothe him.

Night had fallen hours later. Y/N and Daryl were now sitting on the floor, looking at the outside world behind the window. Daryl’s head was resting on Y/N’s shoulder, her head on top of his. Their hands were interlocked, Daryl’s thumb rubbing circles on Y/N’s rough skin.

It was so peaceful here. It felt like alexandria before things went to shit. 

Daryl smiled softly at the thought, wondering what it would’ve been like for those people if his family had never showed up. Y/N had spent a lot of her time with Deanna, convincing her to let Y/N lead.

Y/N was smart like that. She knew if it ever came down to it, her smarts were better than her muscles. However, Deanna played the same game as Y/N and didn’t make it easy for her. Half the time Y/N would end up overly upset that Deanna hadn’t just accecpted Y/N’s offer and the other half liked the challenge.

“I’m pregnant.” Y/N whispered out of the blue, silencing Daryl’s thoughts.

Daryl froze, unsure if he had heard what she said or if his mind was playing tricks on him. He removed his body from Y/N’s and stared at her. His usual indifferent demeanor was gone and replaced with shock; eyes wide, mouth open. Y/N would laugh if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, I know that but-”

“How far along are ya?” He interrupted her. Daryl’s mind had quit working as soon as Y/N said those two words. How would they feed the baby? How would he keep Y/N and their child safe? What if he didn’t make it?

Y/N looked down, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know… I haven’t checked or anything, or… I- I don’t know.” 

Daryl stared at her for the longest time too wrapped up in his own thoughts. He would need to make sure she was eating a lot and sleeping well now that he knew. And with the threat of Negan and walkers-

Y/N snorting bought him out of his thoughts. Daryl looked like he had seen Santa Claus for the first time.

“What the hell do we do?” He whispered. Y/N covered her face, cheeks red, when she realized just how much he cared. Why had she thought this was going to go bad in the first place?

Daryl frowned. “What?”

She shook her head, looking away from him. It was quiet for a long time before Y/N spoke. “I love you.”

She had known for a long time, had tried to tell herself not to get attached because Daryl wasn’t that kind of guy… But then she got pregnant, Daryl got taken by Negan…

“God, I love you and I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, but you’re perfect, Daryl Dixon-”

She was cut off by Daryl’s lips on hers. She gasped as she was forced to lean back, one hand moving to catch them before they both fell to the floor. 

“I love you,” Daryl whispered. “I love you I love you I love you-” with each time he said it the kiss seemed to deepen and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from getting overly emotional. 

She was crazy for thinking he wouldn’t like the idea of children, crazy for thinking he would up and leave as soon as the words were out. Sure, they both wondered if they would be good parents, and they spent most of the night speaking about it before falling asleep in one another’s arms. 

The next day Daryl was up early. 

He sat on the edge of their cot holding Y/N’s hand as she slept soundly behind him, snoring. She was still so small, and even though she wasn’t that far along, Daryl was about ready to go out and hunt a month’s worth of food just for her. 

He was itching to leave and do just that but knew Y/N was planning on going to Kingdom’s doctor for a check up and Daryl would be with her every step of the way no matter who tried to stop him.

It was late afternoon when she woke up, alone in a room while the sun shined in through the window. Daryl’s things were gone and a plate of food was sat on a wooden chair for her. 

She ate it all, even if there were enough portions for three, before going outside.

Y/N was walking around the Kingdom when she found Daryl walking the wall’s perimeter. She paused and watched as his eyes scanned everything around him, shoulders tense. She made a quick guess and assumed he was making sure the walls would hold while Y/N and him were staying there.

When Daryl spotted her, he smiled softly. In a few long strides he was in front of her, greeting her with a soft, quick kiss.

“What happened to staying by my side no matter what, huh?” Y/N joked.

He scoffed, pushing her shoulder gently as he led her toward the infirmary. “Yer snores pushed me out the room.”

Y/N scowled. “That’s a bit harsh.”

Daryl shrugged before walking into the infirmary. They were met with a lot of stares and Y/N could see just how tense Daryl was right now.

It wasn’t long before the Kingdom’s doctor was taking them to a private room where an ultrasound and a bed sat. 

“Would you mind leaving the room?” The doctor asked Dary, brows raised. Y/N wasn’t sure if he was rude or if she was feeling extra hormornal today.

Daryl ignored him.

Y/N smiled softly when the doctor directed his attention to her. “He was never socialized properly.” Y/N said.

Daryl stepped closer as the doctor got his equipment ready, his hand intertwined with Y/N’s. No words were spoken between the two as the screen showed their child, the tiny dot just barely noticeable. Y/N wiped at her eyes, but she was unable to keep her tears at bay. 

The two of them had no idea if they would be good parents or not, but both of them would go to the ends of the earth to keep their baby safe.

Month’s later, when Negan was defeated and locked away, Y/N gave birth to their baby. Turns out, Mini Dixon was a girl and all the boy names they had planned out after months of being told they would have a boy were useless. After a few weeks Daryl and Y/N decided on Harlow Dixon. 

When Rick died, Harlow was outside the walls more, accompanying her parents as they searched for Rick’s body. She was still a baby, though, and while Y/N wished they didn’t have to, sometimes the Dixon family would end up at Hilltop for a few days at a time -or weeks depending on the weather.

Daryl was good at staying with them, occasionally leaving to hunt, and soon enough he had found an abandoned cabin they could stay in permanently. Not long after, while Y/N and Harlow were planting some seeds for a garden, a dog showed up.

Dog became a beloved member of Y/N and Daryl’s family and even if Daryl didn’t say it, he loved the damn animal more than Harlow did. 

Now, after years of looking and giving up on finding Rick, Y/N was coming back from a trip to Hilltop, a bright smile on her face as she opened the cabin’s door and found Daryl and Harlow in the middle of playing dress up. 

Daryl held a small tea cup, his normal gruff features replaced with a bright smile as Harlow directed him on how to be prim and proper. Those were two words Y/N thought she would never describe Daryl as.

She smiled softly.

Even if they didn’t know at that moment that in a couple days Carol and Henry would find Daryl coming back from a hunting trip and escort Daryl back to the cabin. From there they would all venture to Hilltop and learn about a new threat. 

Harlow was still too little and Y/N spent most of her time keeping an eye on her child, but at one point she had turned around and Harlow was gone. Enid was gone as well, having been with Y/N only an hour before, and so many others. Most would end up with their heads on a pike… and the other would get out because Y/N and Daryl would burn the world for her.

And they did.

Prompt: I'll do anything for you even if you won't love me back