#'get in the robot hiccup.'

[saturnniidae]

Rotbtd AU ideas I think low-key go hard but I'm working on other stuff so I can't explore them (ranked by how much I've thought abt them)

Small town horror au

Modern au (with a side of Hiccup having unsettling ability to communicate with the local wildlife better than any normal person should)

Xmen mutants au

Wakfu au

Pokemon trainer au

Infinity Train au

Nge au

Vld au

Peer gynt (inspired) au

Mako mermaids au (mako mermaids is fire you just don't understand)

[maggotstrench]

They gotta stop referring to any sort of mistake or something going wrong as a hiccup or I'm gonna go crazy. It activates the robot fucker in me as well to be like "oh it's developed a bit of a hiccup"in reference to ur car or tech in general.

Fixing the hiccup my robot developed.. hnn

[ur-sick-and-married]

CAPTIVATED • ELLIE WILLIAMS

CONTENTS: dark romance, dark themes, female/afab reader, epilogue Ellie, butch Ellie, possessive but really just protective Ellie, Ellie’s a little mean, a little toxic, but it’s not intense, reader was tied up like Abby and Lev, mentions of injuries and weapons, (and in the words of @eliza-and-her-monsters) mildly kinky

SUMMARY: You often wonder how you ended up here, why you’re still here. “Here” being Ellie Williams pretty much dead farm. Logically and physically, you know how; Ellie saved you in Santa Barbara, and hasn’t parted with you since. Well…she hasn’t let you go since.

NOTE: I’d be happy to add more to this universe. It feels like the beginning of something, if anyone’s into it.

You often wonder how you ended up here; tending to a pretty much dead farm that was not yours, sleeping in a bed that was not yours, cleaning a house that was not yours, and most importantly, living with a woman who was…yeah, not yours.

Logically and physically, you do know how you got there. It’s more the “how is this my life now?” that stumps you.

You had only survived for so long because of family. You had been a child, of course you didn’t know how to fight. You were dependent on others to protect you. Because of this, when you got separated from the family, you had a slim chance of survival. You were captured by Rattlers, and soon found yourself dying a slow and painful death tied to a wooden pillar on a rainy beach. You really thought that was it. You were bloody, bruised, broken…destined to die.

When you heard voices, you thought you had officially gone crazy. You had tried to ignore the voices, knowing it was your imagination playing tricks on you. What you could hear sounded violent, like fighting, and then a boat’s motor, and, for a long time, just distant sobbing.

Then you saw her. Again, you assumed it was your brain. Hallucinations are common before death, right?

She thought you were dead at first. You sure looked terrible. But then you shifted, as best as you could, trying to get the rope to stop scraping against your calf.

“Hello…?” She said shakily.

You were too far gone to answer.

Before you knew it, you were falling to the ground, the ropes around your wrists coming loose. All you could do was groan as you hit the ground. You were rolled onto your back, cold hands moving your body.

“Hey.” She was right in your face then, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you alright?”

Even half unconscious, you gave her a look, like “do I seem alright?”

Something must have clicked in her head. It was like her mind was alerting her, “Companion! Companion!” as if she was a robot. She felt like a robot some days, like some kind of killing machine.

Suddenly she was dragging you off the beach, your blood from various wounds surely staining each other.

You had been with Ellie ever since.

She nursed you back to health, even stitching your wounds and resetting bones. One day, it was like you woke up, and everything felt real again. And, Jesus Christ, everything hurt.

You two hunkered down in an old, rotting lifeguard stand. You were stuck on the beach until your body healed up, after all. It was nice there, despite the pain raging in your body. The waves provided a calming white noise, making the nights a little easier. There weren’t any other people or infected, so the two of you felt, for once, at peace. Well, as at peace as you could feel with a stranger.

Ellie was very quiet the first few days. She would just sit and zone out for hours on end. When she thought you were asleep, she’d let herself cry. It wasn’t loud and hysterical. You could just hear small sniffles, occasional hiccups. You assumed she did this when you were actually asleep as well.

Life was obviously changing when you met. Then it hit her, actually became a thought in her mind, when she was re-bandaging a nasty cut on your arm, she hesitantly placed a hand on your cheek, trying to get a feel for your temperature. She was wondering if you were getting sick from the cut. Sleepily, you leaned into her touch, her fingers cupping your face perfectly.

She knew she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, give you up then.

Slowly, she became less cold. She’d soothingly shush you whenever she had to tend to your wounds again, rather than just stay silent and grimace as you whimpered in pain. When she would wake you up so you could eat, she’d gently play with your messy hair. Whenever you started to shiver, she’d slip under your blanket with you. She wouldn’t cuddle you. She’d just lie directly next to you, your sides pressed against each other. And she never stopped you when your head ended up on her shoulder.

She helped you walk once you could stand upright. She would take you down to the ocean so you could clean up in the salty water. Before, she would just fill an old bucket with the ocean water, then bring it back, and very carefully clean you with a cloth. You two reeked of salt and fish and fire. The scent lingered for a long time, even after you eventually made it back to Jackson.

That journey took a long fucking time. You weren’t exactly graceful on your feet yet, and you had to walk across a few states so…it was slow moving. Ellie was patient. Surprisingly patient. She seemed like an angry person to you. There was certainly a part of her that was, but she was mostly swallowed by grief. With you, it felt like she could get a few gasps of air. She didn’t know why, and she felt silly about it. You were a stranger. She’d rescued you as if you were a lost puppy. Maybe that’s what you were to her; a dog, a pet.

On the way, Ellie gave you most of the food, only eating when she would start to feel faint. She looked pretty terrible; all pale, her shirt stained with blood, starting to get underweight.

When you eventually got to Wyoming, she didn’t take you to Jackson, like she said she would. She steered around it, and you ended up on a farm. You waited by the fence while she went inside. She disappeared into the large house, to “check for infected.” You didn’t know it, but she was figuring out if Dina and JJ were still there. She assumed they wouldn’t be, and she was right. While it saddened her, she was also somewhat relieved that she wouldn’t have to explain the random girl she’d dragged back.

You two slept for days, only getting up to use the restroom or eat. The traveling had drained you. Even depressed and miserable, Ellie was a gentleman; she slept on the couch, and gave you the upstairs bedroom.

You were learning to not ask about things. Like the crib in the bedroom.

Then one day she sat you down and explained as much as she could without breaking down. She told you about a man named Joel. He had been like her father, she said. He was killed, so she went after the killer. A girl named Dina had tagged along. She had lived in the farmhouse before you. Then Ellie decided to go after the killer yet again, after having failed to do so the first time. And that’s how she found you.

It was hard for her to say all this without choking up. She hadn’t really said it all out loud before. You reciprocated by telling her how you ended up on the beach.

After that day, you didn’t feel like strangers. She started calling you nicknames, like “sweetheart” and the occasional “baby.” Not that she was much older than you. Whenever it slipped out, you felt comforted.

As you grew closer, Ellie became more possessive. You rarely went into town. When you did, it was very quick. Ellie seemed almost embarrassed to have you around. She didn’t want to have to explain to anyone that she’d basically snatched you for company. You didn’t see it like that. She was your savior in your eyes. You’d much rather be a bit controlled than rotting on a cloudy beach.

You started sleeping in the same bed. It was much warmer that way. That’s what you thought, at least. Ellie liked to be near you, to keep an eye on you. She didn’t think you’d leave…but she wanted to make sure you were staying put.

You didn’t want to leave. You had very little desire to go back into that cold and painful world. Though, sometimes you were curious about what was out there; about your remaining family, about what other communities had formed, who else needed rescuing, who else was wandering.

You knew leaving would be impossible. If Ellie caught you, God knows what would happen. You had “misbehaved” before, and she had reacted…unexpectedly. “Punished” you. Made you work your ass off on the farm, until your whole body ached and you craved fainting to escape the world for a few minutes. (She had, of course, given you a good fucking massage afterwards, when you were half asleep in bed that night, so you weren’t 100% aware that she was doing it. She gave you emotional whiplash.) You didn’t know what would happen if she caught you trying to escape. Probably worse, probably physical.

If you did make it past Ellie, you had to make it off the property, which was surrounded by barbed wire and booby traps.

If you got through that…you knew you wouldn’t last long out there. Alone, with no weapons, no protection.

Yes, she didn’t let you have a weapon. No gun, not even a knife. Sound familiar?

Plus, you would, in a fucked up way, miss her. And the cat that would wander around the property. She let you feed it after almost accidentally killing it, and the fuzzball had been coming back ever since.

Ellie took care of you. She’d clean and bandage any wounds you sustained, make meals when you were tired, let you sleep in when she knew you’d been awake all night, take over the more strenuous farm chores when you were on your period. Even when you came down with a nasty fever after being around people again in Jackson, all those immune systems and germs, she’d cared for you, not thinking about the fact she could get sick too.

Eventually…you felt like a housewife. Ellie felt like your girlfriend. Honestly, at the end of the day, she was. Feelings had never been discussed. There was never even an official conversation about who you were to each other. She was just Ellie. Angry, quiet, borderline crazy, but caring at heart, Ellie. And you were…yeah, you. You really were like a puppy. In your sleep, you cuddled up to her. When she was visibly grumpy, you found yourself trying to make her feel better, by making her favorite snack, taking care of chores she hated.

But it all leads back to one question.

What am I doing here?

Every time you question it, you go over this in your head, trying to get your brain to accept it.

The real answer? You wouldn’t let yourself realize, let alone accept.

Ellie Williams had, in a way, physically, mentally, emotionally, captivated you.

Only because you had captivated her heart.

Her cold, angry heart was slowly warming, and had been since you leaned into her touch in that decaying lifeguard stand.

Because of what she felt for you, she comprehended why Joel Miller had saved her way back in that Firefly hospital. Fucking Miller.

So she kept you around. Tending to a farm that was not entirely yours. Sleeping in a bed that became yours. Cleaning a house that was home now. Living with the woman that had, for as long as you knew each other, actually always been yours.

[bagofshinyrocks]

A Little Bump on the Head

Prompt: As your and Simon’s little man is exploring the living room, he bumps his head. Simon is almost more upset than the baby is. [Requested by anonymous]

Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Warnings: none

You were so relieved when the little man started to entertain himself.

Watching birds and dogs outside, building blocks, sorting colorful balls and toys, climbing through a series of tunnels made by his daddy from recycling.

Simon was home as much as possible, deployments never being more than a week, and demanding desk-duty or training on base. But it was still hard to run a two-adult one-infant household with both of you only getting a few hours of home-making between you. 

And sometimes, both of you needed some sleep. Sometimes he had a late night at work. Sometimes baby decided to scream at 4 AM and scare both of you so horribly that you couldn’t fall back asleep even after the baby was all snork mi mi mi.

You were re-reading some comics on the couch, encouraging the little man as he scribbled on his coloring pages or crawled to follow the robot vacuum. Once Simon finished loading the dishwasher, he came in and flopped on top of you.

“Ohhhh, what a comfortable pillow.”

“Heavy,” you grunted, freeing your arms and wrapping them around your husband.

“You callin’ me fat?”

“Just a smidgen. In a sexy way.”

Your baby suddenly sat up and vocalized. A happy smile when his dad waved. With a great heave, he pulled himself up on the chair and started making his way over to you.

Eager coos and cheers from both of you, as he waddled from the chair to the coffee table.

A hiccup! An obstacle! Your son falls on his bum. But he perseveres and pulls himself back up again.

But he misjudges and bonks his head on the underside of the coffee table instead. He falls back on his rear. And his sweet face crumbled and flushed as he started to cry.

Both of you jerked forward, reaching for him and starting to comfort him. Simon rolled off you  and onto the floor and scooped the boy up in his arms.

“Oh, bubba,” he hushed, cradling the lightly bumped head into his chest, “it’s alright. You’re alright.”

You wrapped around your husband and gently rubbed your son’s back. He stopped fussing fairly quickly, just sniffling and holding on tight to his daddy.

The top of your boy’s head had only a slight bump on it; nothing you needed to worry about. A light reddened line where he hit the corner, and not even that raised of an egg. He had done this a couple times before.

You looked to Simon to reassure him that the boy was okay and almost started tearing up yourself. The baby was quietly leaning into his daddy’s chest, and your husband was the one fighting back tears.

“Baby,” you coo, cupping Simon’s face in your hands and kissing his cheek. Then kissing your son’s before he could get jealous. “Baby, he’s fine. Just a little bump. He’s had worse.”

Simon nodded, not trusting his voice, and kissed the top of the baby’s head.

A few minutes later, the boy was crawling through his cardboard maze. Moisturized. Flourishing. Living his best life. And now you had your husband in your arms.

“He’s alright.”

“I know but he bumped his head while coming to see me-”

“Shush. Not your fault.” You leaned him back and pinched his nose.

“He’s just learning his gross motor skills. It happens.”

Simon rubbed his nose. “They’re not gross.”

You almost laughed in his face, but didn’t, you were a good spouse. He was still upset. “As in gross motor skills versus fine motor skills.”

“... Oh.”

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Posted: 2023 December 25

[debtofdeception-if]

Awwwn I need some fluffy author! Pretty little please!

What would A do with a baby kiddo who would always clingy to mcs neck, and be super insufferable and teary eyed when mc was not around?

This is kind of long, but I thought it was cute 😂. I used a F!MC named Anora, a M!A, and a M!Kiddo named Shiloh.

No!” Shiloh screams, clinging to Anora’s neck with both arms. He buries his face in her shoulder as she tries to gently peel him off.

“Come on, baby,” she coaxes softly. “Mommy has to go. I need you to let go now.”

Alaric steps in front of them, wrapping his arms around Shiloh’s waist to help. “Yeah, bud, come on. We’re gonna have so much fun, right?”

Shiloh shakes his head hard. “No!”

Alaric winces. “Really starting to regret teaching him that word,” he mutters under his breath.

With some effort, Anora manages to slip free. Alaric seizes the chance and lifts Shiloh away, but just as he does, Shiloh reaches out and grabs a fistful of Anora’s hair.

“Ah! Shiloh, please let go of Mommy’s hair!” she gasps, her face twisting in pain.

Alaric tries to pry Shiloh’s fingers loose, but his grip is stubborn. “Jeez, could probably get you in the Guinness World Records with this grip strength,” he jokes, but his smile fades when Anora shoots him a glare.

“Alaric. Not the time.”

“Right, sorry,” he says quickly, focusing on her tangled strands. “Shiloh, you’re hurting Mommy. You don’t want to do that, right? Let’s just…”

Finally, the grip loosens. Anora pulls away fast, rubbing her scalp where the strands had been yanked. Alaric secures Shiloh in his arms, but he immediately starts squirming and kicking. His little legs flail, and his onesie becomes ruffled from the scuffle.

The front door swings open as Anora steps out, rushing now that the delay has cost her time. “I’ll be back, munchkin. I love you,” she calls, blowing a kiss and waving before heading out.

Almost instantly, the crying starts. Shiloh lets out a long, warbling whine, his body going limp in Alaric’s arms as his wide eyes fill with tears.

“Mommy no leave… come back, Mommy,” he sobs, voice cracking.

Alaric stands frozen, unsure of what to do. The sobbing won’t stop, even as he tries rocking him gently, patting his back, whispering soft reassurances. Still, nothing helps. Then, an idea hits him.

“Hold on, bud. One second.”

He sets Shiloh down carefully and hurries to his workshop. His eyes scan cluttered shelves until he sees what he’s looking for: a small, dusty toy robot. The little blue robot had once been his pride and joy. It had taken weeks of trial and error to get it to work, but he remembers that feeling of satisfaction when he finally did. He hasn’t touched it in years, so he’s unsure if it will still work, but he’s hopeful.

Grabbing the controller, he hurries back to the living room. Shiloh is lying near the door, curled up and crying into his arms. His small back trembles with each hiccuping sob.

Alaric kneels nearby and powers on the toy. The robot buzzes to life. Its rubber treads begin zigzagging across the floor until it halts in front of Shiloh. Alaric presses a button, and the robot starts playing a soft lullaby. Its stubby arms lift in rhythm as colored lights blink across its chest. It spins in place, waving its arms in a motion that is supposed to resemble dancing.

At first, Shiloh doesn’t move. His face stays hidden. But then, a single teary eye peeks out. The robot twirls again. Lights flash as it lifts its arms once more.

A shaky giggle breaks through Shiloh’s tears.

Alaric exhales, surprised to realize he had been holding his breath. With a soft smile, he crosses over and pulls Shiloh into his lap.

“You like him?” he asks, handing the robot over. Shiloh’s small hands wrap around it in curiosity.

“He’s cool, huh?” Alaric says, voice low and gentle. “Even though I haven’t played with him in a long time, I still remembered him. I still came back for him. I always will.” He kisses the top of Shiloh’s head. “Just like Mommy. She loves you way too much to ever leave for good. You’re too special.”

Alaric knows Shiloh probably can’t comprehend everything he just said. But that doesn’t stop him from saying it. Some things are worth hearing, even if they aren’t fully understood.

Shiloh rests against him, finally calmed down. Together, they watch the robot spin and dance across the floor. The lights reflect off Shiloh’s cheeks, still shiny from tears, as his little fingers press the buttons with newfound focus.

And just like that, everything feels okay again.

[mspopstar]

What were the movies that Susie and King Dedede made like?

Thanks to Haltman Works' Company's Entertainment and Media division I was able to utilize its funds, assets, and technology to the fullest extent, well the extent that his Highness allowed for me to use. There were some limitations he put on, something about keeping the charm of 'practical FX' or whatever. Such as only allowing robotics to be used for enemies that our actors would destroy. How gruesome, right? I don't understand it, but I obliged. He knew a few work arounds, like painting the Waddle Dee who played Magolor's feet green so that in post it looks as if he was floating. How rudimentary and yet I found it so silly too! The movie production was fun, and there were hiccups here and there such as the insistence on one of our actors to not play as Zero! It was only a short flashback, the poor thing turned pale as the body paint when we brought out the fake blood and King Dedede came from the VFX team! Then there was Green Kirby, or formally known as Kusa Mochi, who for some reason kept picking apart each and every rendition of our script. How infuriating! But alas, we made it through and we're still making more! It's always fun and sometimes I get a friend like Magolor to help. Now if I had to be honest, which I'm usually not, I would not say the movies are good in terms of quality especially the acting, but I know on some planets they're regarded as "so-bad it's good" so at the very least there is that, however, I believe that a high percentage of Dream Land nat- inhabitants, enjoy them and regard them at the height of cinema so there's that to be proud of! Oh, and King Dedede is a wonderful co-director and he's surprisingly a great actor when it came down to his scenes in particular he can really put emotion into his words.

He made the entire thing a lot of fun and after our current production we want to start working on something called 'The Dark Matter Trilogy, a King's Retelling' and while I know it will all be just one big ego stroke for his Highness, I still can't wait.

-Executive Secretary of HWC, Susana P. Haltmann

[evil-lovergirl]

!    general nsfw hcs . . . weeping clown , joker . . . >> includes mentions of pegging / fucking. referred to as 'dick.' trans hcs included.

⁀➴ crybaby alll the way. feels so bad about it too once he regains his senses ⁀➴ he doesn't want to be seen as weak or lesser than because he already had enough of the in the hullabaloo circus ⁀➴ needs reassurance that it's okay to cry from pleasure ⁀➴ actually he just needs reassurance in general ⁀➴ adores physical contact. hold him as closely as possible while you dick him down ⁀➴ i think he would really like a mating press just because he likes being able to wrap his arms around your neck, hold you closely, hide his face if needed, lock his legs around your back... ⁀➴ embarrassed noises at the start, probably. he doesn't want to be too loud, but he can't help it when a couple slip past his lips... ⁀➴ once he's cum once or twice, that's when he stops holding back and just lets them fall ⁀➴ more of a whiner and a whimpering person imo ⁀➴ probably hiccups. kind of cute ugm ⁀➴ adoressss it when you kiss his tears away... he likes kisses overall but these feel so loving to him during his pleasurable, vulnerable time with you ⁀➴ very inexperienced. what did you expect he's a skittish little guy ⁀➴ probably was too embarrassed to even try anything on his own... ⁀➴ not too fond of toys, prefers skin-to-skin ⁀➴ takes his robotic leg off after he gets more comfortable... it's kind of like taking your shoes and socks off after a long, hot day to him ⁀➴ doing so gives easier access? maybe? just be gentle, nobody really touches him there so it's super sensitive ⁀➴ actually he's just sensitive overall. brushing your hands over his waist already as him jumping and looking at you as if you just slapped his ass ⁀➴ isn't a fan of degradation or anything painful when having sex. he's showing you his most vulnerable side so you better love him correctly ⁀➴ average stamina. maybe 3 rounds, 5 if you really wanna push it ⁀➴ probably about ~6 in? maybe 5.5.. not too big, not too small... kind of cute ⁀➴ circumcised most likely ⁀➴ defff has a little bush growing.. gyatt! ⁀➴ itsy bitsy happy trail that he covers up ⁀➴ for trans hcs, i think his pussy would be puffy but not in an unhealthy manner ⁀➴ clit is very hard to find because it's kind of small, but his sensitivity makes up for it

⁀➴ love him right and he'll love you 100x more

[moonyfest]

🌙 A sneak preview for prompt A17! 🌙 The Curious Case of Remus John Lupin Browse all the prompts || Sign up to the fest

The voice isn’t as intimidating as he expected—the doctor in the fancy office sounds like any other thirty-something guy Remus might know from back home, although maybe he enunciates his consonants a bit more. Remus’ body relaxes before he steps through the doorway and sees the man. And he stops in his tracks. 

Dr. Black looks just like his photo on the Department website. Only he doesn’t. Now that Remus can see him in person, the photograph doesn’t even kind of do him justice. First of all, he’s tall—taller than Remus had imagined, evident even when he’s sitting down. And the strands of mid-length black hair that had fallen gracefully around his face in the photo now have a life to them. When he tilts his head, eyes locked on one of the giant computer monitors at his deskside, he sweeps a silky, inky lock behind one ear, and Remus desperately wants to touch it. To see if it’s as soft as it looks and—Jesus fucking Christ this is his doctor.

He stands frozen for some unknown amount of time before the front desk lady gives him a tiny nudge, and he remembers he needs to step into the room. He approaches the desk robotically and sinks into one of the two open chairs opposite the doctor. Dr. Black doesn’t look up, still scrolling through what appear to be images of someone’s brain on his monitor, and Remus just sits, watching him in perfect silence until—

“Hic.”

“Singultus,” Dr. Black mutters without turning. “Um… I’m sorry?” “Hiccups,” he says, and oh—Remus suddenly remembers the Latin term from his own extensive googling. His brain must have been otherwise occupied in that moment, using every single neuron not to blatantly check out this extremely hot man who is supposed to be his doctor. “That’s you, right?" Dr. Black asks. "You’re the one with the hiccups? Remus… John Lupin?” 

Remus realizes the man is reading off of the top of his computer screen, and he rapidly puts the pieces together that the brain Dr. Black is looking at is his brain. Something about that is deeply unsettling, but Remus takes a breath, clenching his fists and waiting for his next inevitable hiccup to pass before saying, “Yes. That’s me.” “Hm,” is all Dr. Black says in response. Remus watches him exit out of the brain pictures and open up a different file full of black-and-white images that he starts speedily scrolling through. Remus doesn’t even want to contemplate which organs those are. “So,” Remus says awkwardly, unsure whether he really even needs to be in the room for this part, “do I need-hic—to change into a gown or something?”

“Why?” “Aren’t you going to examine me?”

“I am examining you,” Dr. Black replies calmly, clicking into a different file that looks like more brain pictures to Remus, although these have little areas lit up in red, orange, and yellow. “Don’t think I really need to get you undressed to look at what’s going on inside your head,” he adds with a half-smirk, and Remus’ stomach swoops. “Unless you want me to.”

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hii I was wondering if you could write like eyeless jack x reader who like cries about everything because they find things really sad like out of the blue the reader will start crying about the fact that Jack will die one day? 🫶🏻😊

Summary: Eyeless jack x Sensitive!Reader who cries at the thought of him dying

Genre: Hurt/comfort, angst

Warnings: Mentions of death, creepypasta things

Credits: Eyeless Jack- Creepypasta, Blue Heart Rate Monitor divider- bernardsbendystraws on tumblr, Meat divider- bernardsbendystraws on tumblr

A/n: This is so me LOLLL i cried when i had to give up my robot baby after my weekend was up for my child development class

Thank you so much for requesting!!

It's a known fact that you are rather sensitive. Especially to your boyfriend, Jack. You cry to him about a lot of things. About how good your day was, about how you accidentally squished a bug, about a particularly good movie, the list goes on. It warms his heart that you are so comfortable around him to show such a vulnerable side of yourself, as common of an occurrence as it may be. Every time he reassures you that its ok to cry, and that you just feel deeper than most other people, which isn't a bad thing! He likes you much better as a sensitive person than he would have if you were more stoic. Because of this, he has plenty of water bottles for you in his room, as well as some comfort items such as an old hoodie of his, your favorite blanket, etc.

This time however, was a little bit different. You came into his office where he was cleaning his tools, and hugged him from behind tightly. He could tell by your sniffles (and the wet spots forming on his back) that you were crying. He put his stuff down and turned around to face you, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your head. "What's wrong, love? Another bug?" You shook your head and let out a small hiccup. "Did Jeff say something?" You shook your head again and looked up at him. "It's just....I got thinking about you and how much I love you..." He let out an adoring sigh and cupped your cheek, rubbing a tear away "I love you too, darling-" You shook your head again and cut him off "But after I thought about that, I thought about growing old with you..." You let out a sob "And then I realized that someday you're gonna die!" You'd barely managed to get the sentence out before another round of crying came about.

Jack was shocked, he hadn't even pondered the idea of his death. He'd never been scared of death, and he'd live a lot longer than you anyways so why were you so worried? He cradled your head into his chest and let out a small laugh "Darling, you know I will live for hundreds of years, right?" You nodded. "And you know that you will be long gone by the time I die, right?" You nodded and looked up at him again. "But you'll be so lonely!! I won't be able to sit with you, or tell you how much I love you!" You buried your face into his neck. "It's just so sad!!"

"Oh, love..." he mumbles as he begins to rub your head again. "You don't need to be worried, I'll come visit you at your grave everyday! And as long as you're useful to Slender, chances are he'll keep you living until you aren't useful..." He rambled on until you had long stopped crying, feeling a little bit better about it all. It took him a moment to realize you'd stopped crying but once he did, he looked down at you and asked "Do you feel better?" You looked down and nodded, sniffling once more. He kissed you on your forehead, and then the tip of your nose. "Don't work yourself up over such things, no matter what happens, we'll figure it out"

[satorusugurugurl]

The Leisure Streamer is a Hottie! (Chapter Five)

Summary: Rumor had it the top donor of the-strongest-streamers chats get to see him naked! Now that you're the top donor, will you get to see the goods, or was it just a rumor? Time will tell.

Pairing: Streamer!Gojo x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: language, suggestiveness, social media drama, hate comments, cyber bullying,

A/N: One more part remaining of this series!! Thanks for you patience I really appreciate you all!! 💚💚💚

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

“Yo, wait—” Gojo flushed, shifting in his gaming chair. “This man is—oh! Ooh!” his computer screen was reflected in the lenses of his dark blue glasses as comments came flooding in from his chat. “Why is he lifting me!? Where is he taking me?” several comments came flooding in, talking about how Sylus was Gojo‘s kryptonite to others, begging for him to read his lines, including the little sounds he made. All of which he ignored his eyes, focusing on his phone that was propped up on his desk. A message from you flashed across the screen.

Sweetheart💚: I can’t believe you’re two-timing whore! 😩

He swirled side-side in his chair as he picked his phone up, smiling like an idiot. Everything else didn’t seem to matter as he ignored his stream for a second to send you a quick reply, which didn’t go unnoticed by his fans asking what he was doing.

Gojo: How could you? If anyone’s a two-timer, it’s you. And what’s his face—Rafayel? I distinctly remember you telling me to play this.

Sweetheart💚: don’t bring my fictional husband into this! 😤You’re the one fawning over Sylus on the livestream over the “shower scene”

Gojo: jealous? 😏

Sweetheart💚: Me jealous? No never.

Gojo: if you want to shower with me that bad, all you have to do is ask, sweetie! 😮‍💨

Sweetheart💚: I want to shower with you and be at the shop in 10 minutes! 😚

His heart swelled, and his cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling. It had been close to a month since you both had met each other. A month that had been filled with laughter, dates, and joy. Gojo couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy!

The only real hiccup the two of you had experienced was the leaked photo of you at the Love Hotel. That has been stressful and nerve-racking, but things to his mad, amazing PR manager. This situation had been diffused before it could spread like wildfire. Gojo made a statement to his fans, asking them to respect his personal life, which was respected. The prodding questions had stopped, but of course, he still had the occasional question that brought up the mystery girl from the hotel. Whenever something like that was asked, he had his statement memorized, which he would recite to not come off as an asshole. A majority of the time, his fans were sweet and understanding.

Gojo honestly had some of the best fans in the world. But you were the best thing that he’d ever had happen to him when it came to his fans. The more he got to know you, the more he became your biggest fan. You being his top donor a month ago changed his life for the better, and now that he was thinking about that, he needed to get the money back to you somehow subtly.

“Bro is staring at his phone like a teenage girl!” a robotic voice sounded in his headphones as someone donated to have their comment read out loud.

The chat was going wild now, asking what he was doing or who he was talking to. Was he smiling like a teenage girl? He didn’t even finish processing through his brain as a meme popped up in the chat on his. Damn, his followers move fast, as several means seem to follow suit.

The text on them varied from "the strongest streamer when Sylus talks!" to "me when Gojo streams," all the way to "me when the pizza rolls are done." Anything that could be added to the goofy someone took of him was added, which was both impressive and slightly embarrassing. From now on, he should refrain from texting you when he is streaming, or he will continue to be turned into a meme.

“Oh, you guys are hilarious,” his voice was thick with sarcasm as he turned his attention back to the screen. “A real bunch of comedians. I have here in the chat.” several laughing face emojis flooded the log, thankfully, making those god-awful memes fade from his view. “All jokes aside, I’m going to play for a little bit longer before I sign off. But I’ll be streaming again tonight. We’ll be perfecting my island on Animal Crossing!” but he could care less about his island. He was much more looking forward to watching you sketch while he played.

Well, Gojo continued streaming. The door to The Rainbow Dragon Café chimed as you walked in. “Hey!” Geto grinned, waving at you from the counter he was leaning over. “Satoru, it’s still streaming.”

“Oh, I know that’s fine, though I wanted to talk to you anyway.” You sat on one of the barstools, pulling your iPad out. “I finished some rough sketches for your logo. I need you to let me know what you think. You could tell me or if you want me to change anything.”

“Oh, cool, I’m eager to see what you designed.”

For the first time in a long time, your hand started shaking as your boss took the iPad, turning it around to look at your very rough sketches. Your nerves were shot to shit, and you weren’t all that happy with the sketches you had produced, which was not normal for you. Every other client you have had in the past always left you bouncing with excitement, eager to see the reaction to the hard work and dedication you had put in. But this lack of confidence was some strange new emotion you hadn’t felt in years.

This all started because some of your boyfriend's followers found your art account.

Satoru wasn’t kidding when he told you some of the fanbase was toxic. They sent you nasty messages telling you that Gojo deserves better. They criticized your artwork over your choice of colors, line art, and handwriting. Anything they saw on your account, they ripped it apart, shredding your confidence into ragged pieces.

The comments didn’t bother you at first. They were so minuscule, and you figured if you gave it a few days, they would give up when you didn’t react or feed into their negativity. That didn’t stop the comments; they continued and grew progressively worse daily.

You were confident in your work. But people were constantly telling you how much you sucked, how you lacked the talent; those words stuck to you like glue, and it didn’t matter how many times you blocked the spam; the word still felt like a hot brand in your mind. You hated to admit it, but those words produced an art block for you made out of fear and self-doubt.

“Oh,” Suguru hummed, pulling you out of the void you were trapped in, “wow.”

“T-They’re rough!” You jumped in your hands, reaching for your tablet. “If you don’t like them, I can fix—”

“Whoa, whoa, hey now, I didn’t say that.” Geto probably pulled your iPad out of your reach. “Nothing even remotely close to that.”

You swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in your throat. “T-Then what--uhm,” Geto’s dark eyes filled with concern as you cracked your knuckles anxiously. “What do you think?” The feature of his face softened, but the problem remained.

“I was saying, wow, this is amazing.” his gaze finally dropped back down to your iPad, where he stared fondly at the dragon you had designed. The head was focused towards the audience while the body and tail curled into a circle where the name of the logo had been written. Rough colors of white, teal, and green had been scribbled in. You also had drawn some Chibi versions of Rainbow Dragon for the website or other social media. Geto might like to use it in the future.

“These are just sketches; I can see how amazing the final product will look.” Wheels seem to be turning in your boss's head with the different possibilities of how he could market with the fantastic logos you had designed. “There’s a lot we can do with this. We could make mugs and T-shirts. I could commission a new neon sign to be made.” the way he listed different possibilities, some of the fear on your shoulders. “This is awesome. Do you think you could draw some versions of a Rainbow Dragon?”

“Y-Yeah, of course! I can start working on the final logo too after—” Some comments from your account flashed like a warning sign at the forefront of your mind. “Some more adjustments.”

“Adjustments? But these are great. You can finalize this logo right here. I absolutely love it.” Your chin quivered, and as hard as you tried to hide it, Geto saw through your facade. “Hey, " he said, putting your tablet down, reaching across the counter, and gently taking your hand. What’s wrong? You can talk to me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Please, I have two teenage girls. I know ‘nothing’ definitely means something is going on.”

With a sigh, you focused on the rings on Suguru's hand. “I-I’ve been getting some feedback on my art account.” Calling the cruel, hateful words ‘feedback’ was like sugarcoating the whole situation. “So I haven’t been feeling like my work is the best right now.” there was a flash in Suguru’s eyes as you glanced back up at him, which you could only describe as a protective rage. Like a big brother would give to a younger sibling when he found out that they were being bullied. “But I'm okay for the most part. I'm trying to work through it.”

“I’m going to take a while guess and say that it’s Satoru’s wild fan, girls?” your silence told him everything he needed to know. “It is. Those girls are the worst.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Have you told him or Nanami what’s going on?”

“No, I haven't.”

“You need to tell him.”

“No, no,” you shook your head, “it's not like there’s much he can do.”

“Satoru would move mountains for you because you’re his girlfriend. He won’t put up with this shit.”

Technically speaking, you were his girlfriend to him and your friends and family, but nobody else knew that. Both of you agreed that since the last fiasco, lying low had been the best thing for you to do. It really didn’t seem like the best time to stir up drama again.

Plus, they were just comments. It wasn’t like anyone was physically trying to harm you. They were just being rude about your artwork, saying things that obviously weren’t true, but they still hurt. But your relationship was meant to be private until Satoru publicly announced that the two of you were dating; people wouldn’t just be mean about your artwork. You could only imagine what people would say about you. You knew if they hated your artwork this much. You were afraid to see what they would say about pictures of you both together.

You needed to grow some thicker skin to continue your relationship with Satoru and God; you wanted it to continue.

You liked him so much. Never once in your life have you been happier in a relationship. Gojo spoiled rotten, treated you like royalty, and you fell harder for him each passing day. You wanted a strong relationship with him, so you should tell him what was happening. It shouldn't even be a question of whether you should or shouldn't. Good communication is the key to a solid and stable relationship. But you were so hesitant to tell him about it.

Maybe it was because you didn’t want him to think you couldn’t handle being in the limelight. But being in the public eye happened when people being in a relationship with someone as famous as Gojo, as popular as he was, meant that their life would be out in the open, even if he tried to keep his personal life separate from streaming. This was just what came with the territory of being a popular streamer. Today, anybody can find out who people are through their secrets. With time, you will be able to ignore the comments. They would be something that didn’t bother you anymore, plus you didn’t want Satoru worrying about you.

You were strong, and you didn’t need him to protect you.

Inhale deeply through your nose and exhale through your mouth before meeting Suguru’s concerned gaze. So much came out of that one Q&A opportunity with Gojo. One thirty-minute question session turned masturbation session, leading you to some of the best moments of your life. You had a boyfriend girls dreamed of having. You made lots of new friends, and life was good! With more passing time, you would slowly get back into the drawing flow. Ultimately, all the good things that had happened outweighed the bad.

“You need to tell him,” Suguru said again, glancing at his phone screen as he scrolled, anger increasing as he stared at it.

“I’ll tell him soon, " you confessed, sighing heavily.

“Tell him what?” warm hands squeezed your shoulders.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden contact, but the second soft lips thrust against your cheek relaxed. “Toru! You scared the shit out of me.” smooth, white-haired tickled your cheek, his chin pressed against your shoulder.”I told Suguru I would show you the rough draft for the new logo I designed.”

“Oh?” Gojo peeked over your shoulder, staring at the screen. “Is that so?” You gave your boss a pleading look, a silent request that he not tell your boyfriend what was going on. He sighed before he tapped on his phone.

“Yeah, she was.” Gojo beamed, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Do you wanna see?”

“I want to see my girlfriend's amazing work!”

“Here.”

You shut your eyes, humming softly as you leaned into the warmth that radiated off of Satoru’s body. The smell of clean linen and musk relaxed every muscle in your body as you felt your boyfriend shift to take the iPad from Suguru. For a split second, Gojo was confused to see an Instagram account on the screen of Suguru’s phone instead of a sketch, but he didn’t question it once he saw the cute mochi avatar he knew belonged to you.

“Oh, cool!” he clicked on the first post, which was a logo design you had made for a local arcade. The cute Chibi pinball machine was colored in vibrant shades, and your line art made everything stand out. “That’s my girl! Look at the talent! The lime art, the shading!”

Shading? Line art? You just drew a sketch for Suguru. Your eyes went wide as you straightened. You turned to look at your boss, finding his face transfixed on Gojo. He wasn’t looking at your iPad but Suguru’s cellphone. His thumbs moved over the screen, scrolling towards the comment section. Every muscle in his arm tensed as he read what people were saying.

‘This is so sloppy!’

‘Ppl paid 4 this shit? I would ask 4 a refund ☠️’

‘u should get a real job 😂’

“Satoru,” you tried reaching for the phone, only to have Gojo pull away, stepping away from the counter as he read more.

‘eew her did they draw their avatar as a chibi mochi because that’s the-strongest-streamers favorite food? 🤢 desperate much?’

‘Slut’

‘Whore!’

‘Gojo deserves better than your talentless ass 🙃’

The further he scrolled, the nastier the comments became. The muscles in his forearm twitched, and it was the first time you saw an expression on his features that you had never seen before. It was rage.

“How long?” He asked, a voice as cold as a winter storm.

“What?”

“How long has this been going on for?” Satoru gestured his chin towards the phone, which was still in his hand. “How long.”

You wanted to shrink into yourself so you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he fumed with anger. Hesitation held onto your tongue, preventing you from speaking. How would he react if you were to tell him, to be honest, about what was happening? Would he be angry with you for not telling him sooner? Or would he go on his livestream and call his fans out? It was those uncertainties that prevented you from speaking.

The chill of cold metal brushed over the back of your hand as Geto gently squeezed your trembling hand. With a glance in his direction, you felt some of the air you had been holding inside your lungs escape as he nodded, dark bangs swaying with his movements. He was right—he had been right since the start.

You needed to be honest.

“The comments started after our trip to Sendai,” you confessed, chewing on the inside of your cheek to the nearly painful point.

You waited for him to explode and ask what you were thinking. But that never came. Because your boyfriend was brilliant despite his smugness and ego, the second he read those comments, his mind began racing with different options and outcomes if he did certain things. His mind was working at one hundred twenty percent, and finally, he devised the perfect plan.

“We need Nanami.” He stated bluntly, as if he’d been telling you what he had planned as he dialed a number on his phone. It rang once before the other line was answered. “Heya Nanamin! So I need you to do me a huge favor.” muffled voices came out from the other line. “Why do you assume I'm always in trouble?” More muffled voices, sounding slightly annoyed. “Okay—yes, there was the Sendai incident, and the slime on the trai—okay! Shit, don't list them off. That's not even what I’m calling for.” Gojo dropped his arm over you, pulling you flush against his side. “I need you to tell Tokyo Comic-Con I'll be there with a plus-one with me. Uh-huh yeah, thanks a bunch.”

“What was that all about?” You asked, watching as Gojo quickly typed something on his phone. Your phone buzzed, and you glanced at the screen, jaw-dropping. “Toru! Why the hell did you send me eight hundred dollars?!”

“Oh, I'm giving you back the money you donated to my stream the night we started talking.” He sighed, rubbing his neck. “Well, more like—”

“More like what?” You did not like the look on his face as he smirked.

“More like hiring you to redesign my merch and channel.”

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[platonic-writer]

BULLIED CHUBBY GN!CHILD READER & PLATONIC FATUI HARBINGERS

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Childe was known as the friendly Harbinger with the extroverted personality , he was immediatly drawn to gn!reader and as he saw you getting bullied because of being chubby, he started hanging out with you

Soon he came to love you like a big brother, i mean you were quite cute and innocent

Every day he would meet you at the playground and he will give you snacks

You asked him if he has friends

"Childe.... do you have any friends other than me?" -You

"HUH OFC i have more friends! DID YOU THINK I DIDN'T HAVE ANY!?" -Childe

"..... (⇀_⇀)" -You

You really did think he didn't have friends💀🙏

So he took you to meet the other Harbingers

First meeting went great!

They all loved you because you were so nice and innocent to them!

Pulcinella took one look at you and decided he's your grandpa now💀

Scaramouche makes you Apple bunnies if you cry because of your bullies ( He's grumpy the whole time he makes them but secretly he's happy you like his food )

You came to them with lots of bruises one time

Dottore patched you up and you got lots of hugs from Signora

Pulcinella made you cookies with Capitano

Sandrone and Scaramouche both worked on a Mini robot you could shove into your pocket ( they may or may not put an Instant kill Mode on it😭 )

Columbina sang you to sleep while you hiccuped from crying so much

As you slept Arlecchino and Pierro planned on visiting your school and teaching them a lesson

The Bullies learned not to mess with you

Yes, they threatend the Parents of the Bullies and yes Pantalone threatend to take their house and money away 💀🙏

When you went to school the next day the bullies didn't even look at you-

But they did leave notes that said that they won't be in your way anymore

They all are quite overprotective of you, i mean look at you! Chubby and cute💕😭

"Guyss! I think someone has a Crush on me!!!ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ" -You

"..WHAT?ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)" -Everyone

The guy that had a Crush on you went missing

.. He's now being experimented on by Dottore

They all don't want you to date because what if that person isn't good enough for you? What if they make you insecure of your body again?

They did their best to make you love your body and you do now!

You love your New family a lot, they let you do everything you want

Eating more than you should? Thats normal! Eat more if you want

Playing longer on the playground? Ofc! Want to stay 4 hours more?

90% you're cuddling with one of the Harbingers, they love to hug you because you're so chubby

They will do anything for you and your affection, just be yourself and they will love you.

Summary: The Harbingers think you're an adorable chipmunk! They all will protect you from bad people and bullies. Please reward them with hugs and cuddles, they love yohr affection

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Thank you for reading!! I got this idea from a follower so Credits to them!(^人^)

[ramblingguy54]

What genuinely gets to me with Wild Robot’s story is how quickly and well done the liar revealed trope is handled. Chris Sanders has experience pulling off this same execution with the likes of How To Train Your Dragon’s first film, when Hiccup had to come clean to his dad about secretly harboring Toothless. Didn’t think it would be covered so fast as it happened though, considering most of the time it’s saved til that inevitable third act, so mad respect to them shaking things up in Wild Robot’s writing.

Much like that other respective film, Wild Robot is immediate and thorough in addressing Brightbill’s family being accidentally killed by Roz crash landing into their little nest. We see that crushing realization, along with Brightbill’s conflicting feelings toward Roz, play out in a manner working highly effectively. It may have been a terribly unfortunate accident, but it doesn’t take away whatever weight Brightbill feels. Imagine looking up to someone you always believed to be your parent, only to find out they played a part in your biological family’s untimely demise before even being born.

Obviously, it’s not Roz’s fault because she was flung into the nest by outside forces, but damn it all if his reaction didn’t hit like a truck. What stings most of all is Roz’s calculative reasoning unintentionally adding more fuel to the fire, making Brightbill feel like a mere “task” to her, instead of what she really means. Roz was still learning about what it means to be a mother. To feel truly happy and alive. This right here was the be all end all boiling point when her son shouted, "You don't understand anything! You don't feel anything! You're not my mom...”. Every parents’ worst fear is their son or daughter rejecting them out of painful circumstances, which made Roz completely rethink her entire purpose. Getting the necessary reliable help to make Brightbill achieve excellent flying consistency.

Brightbill’s bittersweet migration take off scene wouldn’t have landed anywhere near as hard as it did, if they hadn’t chosen doing the liar revealed scene so early. It builds a serious foundation of competent writing and massive heart for Roz & Brightbill’s chemistry. You want to see them talk it out, as soon as possible to clear the air. However, both are still internally sorting things out and aren’t ready, either. You get why it has to be this way, while having your heart stomped on by their silent goodbye to each other.

The migration scene brilliantly portrays those complex hardships any family, be it biological or a found one, can go through. There’s so much anyone wants to say to another loved one, but sometimes can’t find the words in their heart and you know what? That’s completely okay. Sometimes communication isn’t always needed. Sometimes a sweet expression of unconditional love and compassion is enough, too.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Some headcanons to keep you cool this summer. Let's go.

-Dew is a nervous chirper, and will let out little "Eep, eep, eep-" noises and hiccups when experiencing even low levels of distress. Even when he appears put together and/or unfazed, if you get close enough, you can usually hear a muffled peep or two.

Sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's doing it, which can be embarrassing for him if someone points it out, especially if he actually is stressed out.

-Rain eats clams, oysters, and generally anything with a shell, shell-on, because he likes the crunch, but he's not allowed to do it in front of Dew anymore, because the last time he saw Rain chomp down on a mussel like that, he got queasy.

-Aether wears briefs, because he doesn't like how boxers feel, but this doesn't mean he gets plain old white briefs, no. This man has so many novelty pairs of underwear, he sometimes forgets which ones he's even wearing, which makes for a fun surprise every time someone -including himself- sees him take his pants off.

Nothing prepares a person for the banana briefs.

Nothing.

-Cumulus can't say the world "thistle" for the life of her.

-Cirrus is left handed, and only discovered that this wasn't the norm after being summoned, because most air ghouls are left handed, save for Cumulus, who is right handed.

It's unclear why so many air ghouls are lefties, they just are.

And lastly;

-Aeon/Phantom watched the animated movie Robots exactly once, but he has all of the lines memorized, and has recited entire segments of the film to people on the phone in order to get them to hang up.

[artist-issues]

and another thing.

if every character that has a unique characterization in their thought process, or fictional perspective, MUST BE “autistic” or “neurodivergent-coded,” that character is no longer relatable to people who don’t self-diagnose, or identify with, or are not diagnosed with, autism or anything on the neurodivergent spectrum.

I mean honestly I see you guys out here telling me that Mulan is neurodivergent, that ROZ from the Wild Robot is neurodivergent and gee, so is Brightbill, that Hiccup is neurodivergent and Ariel is autistic.

Ariel. The “girl next door” princess.

The whole point of characters, especially main characters, especially main characters in children’s media, is to be believable and relatable, on some level. If they’re all ‘special brain-different,’ they’re only relatable to people who accept that label or are given that diagnosis.

AND. It does a huge disservice to the storytelling techniques.

A story is supposed to get under the mental guard of a person. You’re supposed to take your hands off the “thought” wheel and your feet off the “emotion” pedals, and let the story drive your brain and heart to a new place. Or an old place you haven’t been in a while, or were forgetting.

One of the best ways to do that is to create a character that, on the surface, seems special and unrelatable. Like a girl living in the Imperial Dynasty of China, or a literal non-human robot. You can’t, on the surface, relate to them as easily, so you naturally start to think, “what would it be like to be seeing the world through these new eyes?” And then you’ve given up the wheel and pedals of your mind to the movie. You find yourself relating to concepts like motherhood and protectiveness, which the robot character is experiencing, but you’re looking at those concepts through new eyes.

That is why the character is a robot. Not so that she can be an allegory for your “special-undefined-perspective-on-life which is sometimes called neurodivergence.” She’s not a robot for that reason. She’s a robot because a robot character flips the “what would it be like to learn everything over again?” switch in your brain, and then the story can show you it’s focus, (like motherhood and kindness in The Wild Robot) after the switch is flipped.

and it’s flipped for everybody, (“neurodivergent” and “neurotypical”) not just people who identify as the vague term “neurodivergent,” or have been diagnosed as autistic. Stop fitting everything into vague-enough-to-be-claimed, but named-enough-to-be-a-special-identity boxes. You’re ruining the universal, unifying value of it all.

[hahjsshnanans772]

hi hey hello!!

I just wanted to say your art and hcs are very scrumptious!

(especially shedletsky and guest 1337,,, very yum hcs)

if you dont mind could you do 007n7 hcs?

If you dont feel comfortable answering this feel free to ignore!

thank you! 😎👍 -does a cool dance and scurries off-

NO MY CAT JUMPED OFF MY STOMACH anyways sure!

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GENERAL ;

- 35% Ler | 65% Lee, yeah I did have to count in my brain for that. Hes a a major lee-leaning switch it is not funny

- considering he legit took care of a kid. Cough. c00lkidd. He knows the basics of tickling. As well as being tickled.

- very goofy when he both tickles and is tickled. He finds it very playful. Which is correct

- but also very awkward. Not used to tickling a lot of people

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LEE ;

- almost everywhere is ticklish, but his best spots are his upper ribs and lower back, his underarms are also ticklish

- also has ticklish palms, sorry had to point that out

- praises and awards his ler. Side effect of having a son. Especially one who has claws

- prefers softer and gentler tickles over harsher ones, he doesn’t like rough ones at all, he actually dislikes heavy/rough tickles in general, makes him feel uncomfortable

- hiccups when he giggles. He literally cannot laugh without hiccuping. Has been there for his entire life.

- speaking of his laugh, it’s very soft and soothing, it can raise it pitch, but not a lot

- also good LORD is this one squeaky man, practically a squeaky toy when you tickle him. Either that or he hiccups like crazy

- victim of a lotta comfort tickles, specifically from g1337 and chance. They think he deserves it. And they’re right!

- enjoys doing arts and crafts as aftercare, he usually always did it with c00lkidd.

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LER ;

- SWEET. oh he is so incredibly sweet while tickling others. It’s rotting my teeth it’s that sweet

- ONLY gives out soft tickles, physically can’t stand giving his lee rougher tickles, literally impossible.

- compliments his lee’s on the regular, specifically when he manages to tickle elliot or g1337, usually to praise them for their services

- doesn’t pin his lees, nor traps them, the tickles are way too soft to affect a lee that badly anyway, but he has to keep careful watch of builderman and shedletsky.. they squirm regardless of the tickles

- personal headcanon but he LOVES preening, he finds it very relaxing and a stress relief. Taph and Shedletsky hate him. Because his preening tactics tickle them so bad

- hes also one of the others who fix builderman up when he’s out of order, but his way of handling builderman tickles the poor robot guy so badly.

- unironically accidentally tickles the other survivors, has gotten a few laughs from the others when he simply rubs their backs in support

- not a big fan of using tickle tools. One, c00lkidd didn’t really like it, two, hes more prone to using his fingers, but he has tested a feather duster on chance before! They couldn’t stand it

- loves giving cuddles to his lees, also enjoys doing small tasks with his lee, like crafts or something similar.

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Goodness gracious I love this man. Also he didn’t really tickle anybody in his hacking days, too focused on the negative fame he got, also developing his c00lgui took too much time to get a real understanding of tickling, only really got the hang of it after c00lkidd got abandoned at his doorstep and he had to raise him

thank you for the request! Have an awesome day or night! also if your the person who requested the shedletsky hcs also have a good day or night sorry I didn’t say that before.

Requests are open… so please yell at me for art or hcs. Your choice tho! Not mine!

[plumbobpaparazzi]

Peek into my Mods folder...

This is dedicated to @alltimefail-sims or anyone who needs a little help with lag!

I have several mods I refer to as "efficiency mods" that are little quality-of-life tweaks that make the game smoother for me, either by reducing lag or reducing immersion-breaking hiccups. As always, your mileage may vary, but hopefully this is helpful to someone. :) List of mods under cut to keep your dash clean.

No Intro - Whether you are trying to 50/50 your mods, testing new CC, or just need to shave time off your game loading... get rid of the cinematic intro.

Free Will Delay - Do your sims curbstomp their queue and proceed to fuck off to something unrelated? Yeah, me too, until I got this mod. From the mod description: "[E]very time you tell your sim to do something, they will be forced to listen! …For 5 minutes. Then they get free will back again. This is probably why controlling Sims in Sims 4 feels so bad! Because you lose control the second they start doing what they're told. Even if you queue up actions, the total time is STILL five minutes- because it goes from the last direction you give your sim. So you can tell them to do 3 hours worth of stuff while paused…and they'll get control back after 5 minutes. This mod changes this timeframe to an option of your choosing, to make controlling your sims feel more rigid."

Simulation Unclogger - This is an oldie-but-goodie mod from Turbodriver that helps interrupt when Sims get stuck in an endless action loop.

Evolve/Fertilize All Plants - Kind of weird how we can Harvest All but you can't Evolve or Fertilize All, right?

No Empty Venues When Arriving - Helps with the issue of going to a community lot and waiting around for Sims to show up. May cause increased lag if you are bottlenecked by RAM.

Food Autonomy Overhaul - Stops your stupid Sims from eating ingredients, AND allows Sims who hate cooking to autonomously grab quick meals. Didn't know they wouldn't do that? Yeah. That's a thing.

Don't Do That! Version 1 and Version 2 - Removes autonomy on annoying actions that can't be affected by MCCC tuner, like reactions and some trait idle animations.

Less Obsession - Lowers autonomy for certain things without disabling entirely. I still want my Sims to paint, but I don't want them to start a new figure painting any time they are left unsupervised.

Smarter Self-Care - Makes Sims prioritize their needs better before they are uncomfortable. I only use the packages for NPCs and Pets.

NPC Relationship Autonomy Fix - Stops random Sims from breaking into your house to ask to be your BFF (and tunes the requirements so they actually have to be your friend first.)

Buy More Upgrade Parts - Allows you to buy a package of 50 upgrade parts for when you are grinding out handiness or robotics.

The following mods are all by Bienchen and don't have a direct page for each package. You can search by name pretty easily on their website. I recommend flipping through and grabbing anything you find useful - I have a total of 368 of their mods installed. Here are some highlights:

novisibleecoeffects - The aurora will nuke your framerate. I know it's pretty, but oh my god.

noautonomousbakewhitecake - Does what it says on the tin, keeps your house from being overrun by cakes.

harvestnogroupinteraction - Stops club members from autonomously harvesting plants. Those are MY death flowers!

lessemotionidles - Reduces unnecessary idle animations from emotions, great for preventing your Sims from looking flirty at inappropriate times...

lesspreferenceidles - Stops your sims from thinking about how much they like fishing/fitness/etc. when they should be doing things.

happytoddleridledisabled - Stops the idling from the Happy Toddler trait. SUPER useful for family gameplay.

laundry_buffsandsoloidlesfix - Stops or reduces idles related to laundry. It's just clothes, bro

eldertweak - Reduces elder animation idles.

hastopeewalkstyleforchildonly - Helps get your Sims to the toilet in a reasonable amount of time.

tinyhousebuffhider - I know I'm in a Tiny Home, I don't need a moodlet.

lottraiteffectshider - Hides the little floating lightbulbs around Sims heads from lot traits.

notraitnotifications - I know my geek likes video games, I don't need the pop-up every time I play.

noholidayoutcomenotification - Please don't rub my nose in the fact I forgot to celebrate.

nofestivalnotifications and nofestivalnotificationsound - Helpful when a pack is new, but years later... no thanks.

noenrollmentandscholarshipinfo - No more info screen about the two universities. I think most of us know it all by now.

nouprootplant - Never cry because of a misclick again

simschangeoutfitwhenhotorcold - Should have already been autonomous, but alas.

novisualpoliteintroeffects - I don't know if I am the only one, but the glowing really bothers me.

restaurantsittweak - Sit down and eat your dang food! No more wandering Sims.

longerprom - Takes 6 hours instead of 4 so you can actually do something.

I probably have other QoL mods that could be helpful, but these are my recommendations to start with. Love to all the modders that keep this game playable <3