#dangit...... i didn't even write it down or anything...........

[emioliravioli]

thank god i left the blaze plush in my dorm,,

[anonmousegosqueak]

https://www.tumblr.com/mystrothedefender/784347104288112640

I would like ONE clingy John “Soap” MacTavish following you around in public like a lost puppy please!!!

Fennec: Write Mpreg Ghost >:( Boner: No! Write Ghoap period sex! >:( Me: ... Me: So anyways!

@ungodlydilf , You were sadly not the first person to give me the link and therefore I have no obligation to write this. Sadly, I wanna. DANGIT!

Soap is clingy.

That's pretty obvious. He likes having a hand on you at all times. Weather its just his arm around you or your hand in his, he needs to feel you. Something something, afraid of losing you, that kinda shit.

But where it is most obvious? Going to the store with him.

The drive/walk over? Hand on your thigh.

Actually entering the store? He's leading you to the baskets (that he WILL be carrying for you, no matter what you say) with a hand on your lower back.

Heck, you could ask him to grab something for you and he'd literally pause for a moment trying to decide what to do. On the one hand, he doesn't wanna leave you. On the other, he's a good boy and want's to do what you tell him to do...

Yeah, you're gonna have to go with him otherwise he's just standing there uselessly, smoke coming from his dumb hairstyle with how hard he's thinking.

And don't even THINK about letting go of his hand for any reason other than to grab something. He'll treat it like a personal insult and will probably sulk for a bit, doing anything to "get you to love him again" (your hand was sweaty and you didn't think he'd want to hold it).

He also has no idea of personal space. He's pretty sure the best spot for him to be is right behind you, accidentally tripping over his own feet with how close he is. Sorry smaller folks, you're getting loomed over as you try to pick out cereal... The only reason he's not breathing down your neck is because he's distracted with looking at your ass :p

Speaking of my short kings and queens and other short royalty! You have been knocked over at least once by him just... Going boneless? Like one second he's fine, the next he's pressing all his weight on your back. Tall folks? All y'all ain't safe either. He's just more determined to knock you down and smother you in kisses. Except now he's actually trying to take you down and therefore using tactics.

There is no "splitting up" when shopping btw. He's gotta be within six feet at all times, or else you risk a pyrotechnic Scotsman who is willing to body slam an old lady as long as it means he gets back to your side.

Also no, this doesn't change if he's trying to buy something for you. This idiot will be shopping and asking your opinion on the "surprise" he's trying to get you. "Do you like it Bonnie? 'wanna make your eyes sparkle when you see it."

He loudly brags to the clerk when checking out as well, talking about how its a gift for his wonderful spouse (married or not) and how he picked it out just for them! Meanwhile you're standing behind him like '_' because what else are you supposed to say?

Long story short, you've never had to worry about getting lost or separated somewhere busy, mostly because Johnny would never allow it to happen in the first place...

[hxney-lemcn]

Why must you plague me so Misty? I’m supposed to be productive here but now all I’m thinking about is knight Dark Link being smitten with his princess. Zelda is full on going feral trying to send Link after the two, claiming they have some evil scheme. What she doesn’t know is princess reader is just making a town around her castle cause she pays her staff well and treats them great (Dark Link is grumpy and can eviscerate them verbally but he likes seeing others bow down and praise his princess). Link full on does not see a reason to mess with them, sure Dark is mean and will 100% stab someone for speaking I’ll of princess reader, but Zelda expects the same. So imagine Zelda’s rage when the other leaders of the different species start coming to Princess reader and Dark for talks about trade and such. …dangit! I don’t have room to write more fics. Don’t get me hooked! /j

AHHH OMG (more people are joining the cult)

I mean...Zelda lowkey has a point...While there isn't some grand scheme or evil plot to topple her...prince/ss! reader isn't innocent either per say. (can you be when you have Dark Link by your side?). It started with Dark Link wanting a royal to guard and now there's a whole new goddamn kingdom. I find that hilarious. First its just servants that you bring in, some people are desperate enough to leave their village/town to go live in some ancient castle with a random hylian and monster guard if it pays well enough.

Then they bring their families, and they need houses, so you hire construction workers to build a few. Why would you deny your servants something when they are willingly joining you with no questions asked? Not only are nobles spreading rumors, but common folk are as well.

"Did you hear the heir/ess of the dark castle? I heard they torture their servants in the dungeons when they make the smallest mistake!"

"I heard they offered free housing for those willing to work for them..."

"I heard the servants eat like royalty alongside their ruler!"

The rumors start out dark, making anyone fear you, but as more people pass through, talk to the people living there, and even start moving in, the rumors become more extravagant. From death to living like royalty themselves. Your title also changes. You didn't think much of it at first, until you had diplomats from other kingdoms come and make trade offers. The rumors of you being the ruler of a new kingdom don't seem as silly anymore...

Zelda is more afraid than anything. You have Link's evil counterpart by your side, at your every beck and call. Who knows what things he's whispering into your ear. She tasks Link to visit you and bring her back a report on your supposed kingdom. She expects to hear tales of woe, of people in great poverty and hylians kept as slaves for monster masters.

Instead she's told a tale of happiness. Of people jovially walking down the dirt streets, new houses being built, new streets being paved. It's still in a state of creation, but people seem to be genuinely content, and you seem to be a fair ruler. Zelda will be skeptical, waiting for the ball to drop, but she's a diplomat through and through. She won't start a pointless war if she doesn't have to, and she won't harm innocent people. Begrudgingly, she will work alongside you, unsettled at the reflection of her and link that sat across from her.

[marshmallowwitharubberband]

I forgot to tell y'all how Stray Kids became my sleep paralysis demons.

So I went to their concert and all I got were good memories and the second nastiest respiratory infection I've ever had in my life. I spent a whole week in bed with a very high fever and a cough that made me sound like a steampunk mecha.

One afternoon, my partner went to help his sister move and I assured him I'd be fine, I had my meds and everything I needed so I could be alone for a few hours. Bad idea, by night my fever was BAD and my cough wouldn't relent so, in my adled state, I thought it was a good idea to down benadryl doses like it was tequila shots at a white girl party.

Between the benadryl and the fever I started hallucinating, badly. I would blink and the furniture would be somewhere else, like, a second desk in the ceiling. The bathroom tiles were an entirely different color and, suddenly, Hyunjin was standing in the middle of the room like 🧍‍♂️.

He was wearing a bucket hat. I have no idea why. I knew it couldn't be real but he was very three-dimensional, like, if I walked (more like hobbled) around him I could see him from different angles, but he didn't move.

I thought using my nebulizer would help me at least breathe, because my nose and throat were so coated in mucus I couldn't pull in air properly.

So I went to turn it on but idk what I did wrong, the nebulization BURNED my airways, and Hyunjin just kept standing there with his stupid bucket hat, not doing anything. I was so mad at him.

But then Chan was standing a little behind me, I couldn't see him but I knew he was there, and he started shouting "Nose! Your nose!!" I looked down and my nose was bleeding HARD, it was way too much blood. So I tore off the nebulizer and went to the bathroom and guess what? Hyunjin was still 🧍‍♂️ in the room. I could even see him in the mirror. Chan told me to focus so I did my best to wash away all the blood over the sink.

Now, I know the nosebleed itself was not a hallucination—I did find droplets in my clothes—, but the absolute rivers of it thar were running down my face as I frantically washed them off definitely were. But in the moment I was scared, thinking the worst. Chan kept encouraging me over my shoulder ("you're fine, you'll be fine, it's okay "); Hyunjin had moved, he was now standing near the bathroom door and suddenly I.N. was sitting in my bathtub asking whether I was SURE my partner was really helping his sister move.

Because it was almost 11 p.m. and he hadn't come back, and he didn't mention sleeping over at his sister's place. Chan said "No, Jeongin, no." And told me to keep washing my face but I.N. wouldn't be quiet so I got mad.

I don't even *remember* writing, much less sending, those texts but god I sounded unhinged. I said things like "If you dare come back you're sleeping on the ceiling desk" "I don't believe you are with your sister" "I.N. says you're lying" and then I closed with "there's too much blood. Chris will take me to the ER. Stay over there, good night" Keep in mind we don't know any Chris in person. I.N. then chose to tell me he was just teasing and I went too far. Chan was telling me I was still bleeding and needed to go to the ER, while Hyunjin continued to imitate a lamp.

Little by little, the mind fog cleared and I was so exhausted I could barely move. At least I had stopped seeing them.

My poor partner ran in to find me slumped over the sink, still running water over my face. In the ER I was told that my life was not in immediate danger but that fever high enough to hallucinate does warrant an ER visit and that the Benadryl obviously worsened the visions. They asked if I'd seen "the man in a hat" but I was too embarrassed to say it took the form of a kpop idol. They had me there overnight and, just before falling asleep, Hyunjin and his bucket hat were staring at me from the hallway. Dangit.

So that's how I found out Hyunjin is my Benadryl demon, and Chan and I.N. are my shoulder angel and devil respectively.

It's an experience I don't wish to repeat.

[dingbatnix]

Slime

Who's ready for some angst?

So anyway I have a different fic (the snippet I posted just a second ago) I wanted to do for valentine's, but that one is nowhere near finished, and this one is, so. Y'know.

It's kinda badly written, buuuut I don't care. I'm so very tired o~0

Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings:: Fear of death, dehumanization, ect.

Word Count: 3,070

Karl can't speak in his gummy/true form—which I've decided to use for angst.

He is a relative of the slime family, kinda like Slimecicle, but Karl can’t really control his form when he’s stressed/has lost too much mass. He mostly violet/purple, but his limbs do have a slight gradient to blue/teal. He is much younger than Slimecicle, and has not lived in a hole for centuries, so he has a much, much better understanding of retaining a human form and shape than Charlie does.

So anyway, he gets stuck in his true form for some reason, like exhaustion or stress.

It's equated to damage, like slime hybrids in osmp. He gets attacked by a mob of zombies, loses his ability to retain human-ish shape, and loses enough mass to be small, like a foot tall small. If he had enough to eat, and wasn't super stressed, maybe he'd be able to gain back enough mass to become his human self again, but, as it is, he can't.

And he can't speak, either. His two fiancés, Sap and Q, don't know about his true form, and he's scared of what they might do to him if they catch him (while Sap and Q are very kind to him, in his human form, he didn't want to risk it. Quackity had a mean streak twenty miles wide, and Sapnap did enjoy killing things. Especially pets. What if he got mistaken for a hostile mob? He was a slime, after all) so, he tries to hide in Kinoko.

But! After a few too many close calls, he decides that it would be better for him to go somewhere else, so he travels out of Kinoko into the main Smp. This leads to him getting caught by some curious people (Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael) who think that Karl's just a strange, somewhat intelligent, mob. They end up keeping him in a cage as a cool new pet, and poor Karl doesn't have anything to write with or signify that he's not an animal, dangit. A pencil wouldn't really be much use, because he didn't actually have fingers in his slime form, but still. He could have worked it out.

The teens weren't so bad, he supposed, but they treat him like he’s a cat or a dog or something, and it just feels demeaning. So, he devises a plan to escape. It’s really not that hard, actually, he just has to squish his malleable body through the bars of his kennel and make his way out the door. The snow outside poses a bit of a problem for his semi-liquid body, but he is the consistency of jello. It helps him a little bit, but some of his body mass freezes off, leaving him even smaller. Eventually, though, he manages to get out of the tundra and starts making his way back to Kinoko, because even if he gets caught and treated like a pet by Sap, Q and Goggy, at least it'd be safer. At least it'd be by people he trusted. At least it'd be by the people he loved. And even if they kill him, at least he wouldn’t have to live as somebody’s pet anymore.

Meanwhile, Sap and Q are freaking out, cause they can't find Karl anywhere, and it's bordering on four weeks that he's been missing. They’ve nearly turned the Smp upside-down looking for him, and unfortunately, nobody else has seen Karl, either.

So when Karl finally makes it out of the tundra, he still can't change back. He's just so stressed with everything going on, so when he eventually gets to Kinoko, he's faced with a choice: hide again, or show himself to try and communicate with the other residents of Kinoko.

He made the easy choice. He decides to find his fiancés.

The two were in the courtyard, Quackity reading through some documents piled next to him and Sapnap sparring against a training dummy. He approached them carefully, hiding behind barrels and building fixtures until he was close enough to reveal himself to Quackity. (He was not going near Sapnap with a sword, not when he looked like this. That was a good way to get cleaved in half.

He finally revealed himself to Quackity, stepping out from the shadows and tugging on the avian’s pant leg. Quackity shrieked, flailing enough to tip his wicker chair over and scatter his papers across the stones of the courtyard. Sapnap heard Quackity scream and was running in a flash, brandishing his sword towards Karl as he sprinted over.

Karl’s heart stopped. He had the opportunity to run, in the short time before Sanap arrived and speared him through, but…this was the first time he had seen either of his fiancés since he first got stuck like this. It had been nearly a month. And now, Sapnap was about to kill him, and they’d. They’d never know. They’d never know that it was him.

Karl’s legs wobbled, and then all but melted beneath his body. He threw his arms over his head and curled in on himself, his entire being quivering in fear and despair. He didn’t want to see Sapnap kill him, didn’t want to see one of the loves of his life deliver the final blow.

Sapnap skidded to a stop just as he reached them, head cocking in confusion as the little purple slime folded in on itself upon his arrival. The entire mass was wiggling, almost like it was afraid of him. Curiously, he poked it with the tip of his sword and was rewarded by it unfurling and trying to scramble away on its back. Beady little dot eyes blinked at him, wide and glimmering in the morning light.

"Hey! It's colored like one of Karl's hoodies! Like, y'know, the blue and purple one?" Sapanp realized, a grin spreading across his face as he shot a glance at Quackity. The avian, who had been crouched behind his overturned wicker chair, peeked over it at the slime's splayed out body. Sapnap was right. It did look like one of Karl’s hoodies.

“So it does,” he agreed, climbing to his feet and approaching Karl. “It…it seems more scared than hostile.” Karl nodded frantically at the avian’s words, scooching backwards as Quackity grew closer. Quackity paused in surprise and shared a look with Sapnap. He waved at the fireborn to put away his sword and turned back to the shivering slime on the ground.

“Hey,” he murmured, crouching slowly down to inspect the little slime. “Can you understand us?” At Karl’s hurried nod, a pensive frown stretched across his face. “...can you speak?”

Karl slowly shook his head, feeling strangely ashamed.

After some contemplation, he turned back to Sapnap with a curious expression on his face. “I think it’s like Charlie. Just…not quite as developed, maybe? Cause Charlie can talk, even when he’s small.”

Sapnap snorted out a small laugh. “Don’t let Charlie hear you say that. He’ll freak out over his ‘cover’ being blown.” All the same, he joined Quackity in inspecting Karl.

Karl deflated at the remark. While it wasn’t meant to hurt him, it still smarted. Charlie was older than he was! By several centuries! Of course he’d have better control over his body!

He waved his arms furiously, gesturing towards himself, and then towards Sapnap and Quackity. He was trying to tell them that it was him, that he was Karl, but they just didn’t seem to understand!

He couldn't sign either, he didn't. Have. Fingers.

He was still himself! He was still Karl…he guessed the others didn't realize that. He guessed they couldn't tell. They wouldn't have any reason to think that he, the strange little slime creature that wandered up to them, was their fiancé.

Unbidden, his eyes started to burn, and tears sprung to his eyes. Karl scrubbed at his eyes furiously. He didn't want to cry! Of all the things he couldn't do in his slime form, why wasn't crying one of them?!

"It's crying! Dude, I think you hurt its feelings! What do we do?" Sapnap exclaimed, tail twitching and flicking anxiously. Quackity shrugged, eyes guilty. “I dunno, man! I didn’t know slimes could cry! Charlie never has!”

Sapnap bit his lip, thinking, then scooped Karl up into his arms. “Hey, it’s okay, little guy. I know Quackity can be a dick sometimes, but don’t take it to heart. It’ll be okay, okay?” Sapnap ignored the affronted noise that the avian made and gently stroked his fingers over Karl’s head while making cooing noises. Karl took the gesture of comfort for what it was, burying his head against Sapnap’s chest and sobbing into the fireborn’s shirt. He poured the pent-up emotions of being trapped in a cage for days and treated like an animal, of being half frozen, of being afraid and unable to speak for weeks into Sapnap’s shirt, soaking it through with fluids he probably couldn’t afford to lose. If he kept crying like he was, he'd start losing more mass. He didn’t want that. Not when it was so hard to gain back.

Karl cries for a long, long while. Sapnap and Quackity don’t really know what to do, because that’s obviously not because of Quackity’s remark, but something that had built up over time.

They decide to take in the little slime, letting it live with them as long as it wanted to.

For Karl, their decision was a godsend, because he could rest and recover in a familiar place, with people he loved. He was allowed to roam wherever he wanted (which is a step up from the cage Tubbo had him in) and he stayed with at least one of his fiancés every day. Unfortunately, he was still stuck in his slime form, no matter what he tried.

Despite everything, Sapnap was rather…dense. And most of the time, Quackity was either busy with his affairs with Las Nevadas, or he was looking for Karl. Neither of them ever realized that he was with them, nearly all of the time.

And no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get his hands on an inked quill and a piece of paper. The frustration had reduced him to stinging tears, and it took him a while more before he gave up and accepted that he'd probably never get to tell his fiancés who he was.

It was fine. He would be fine.

He would.

_______

Quackity found himself becoming rather fond of the little slime over the few weeks it had been with them, and he was absolutely delighted on the days it decided to hang around with him. It usually alternated between himself and Sapnap, and sometimes didn’t go with either of them, but today it had decided to spend its time with him.

Right now, it was hanging from his neck like a sloth, or perhaps a koala would, as he made his way along one of the many paths of Las Nevadas. He was headed to the casino today, needing to do a checkup on the slot machines and make sure that nobody had tampered with anything.

A green, semi-translucent figure bounced towards Quackity, and a fond smile grew across his face as Charlie barreled closer. He raised a hand in preparation to greet the slime. Charlie’s face lit up, and he sped towards Quackity at a much more rapid pace, his own gelatinous arm raised to meet the avian’s.

"Hello, Quackity from Las Nevadas! Hello, Karl from Kinoko Kingdom!" A green palm slapped his own, but Quackity was too startled to respond to the slime’s exuberant greeting. Karl was here?!

Quackity jerked ramrod straight, and his head whipped from side to side, wildly searching the surrounding buildings. "Karl?"

The little purple slime frantically patted Quackity's chest, nearly losing its one-armed grip around the avian's neck. Quackity looked down at it with sad eyes, confusion clear in his face.

Karl slapped his own chest, staring imploringly at the big avian. To his utter disappointment, Quackity looked away from him and back up at Charlie.

"Wh–where's Karl, Charlie? Where did you see him?" The avian sounded desperate, and it hurt, to hear Quackity call for him when he was right there. Karl’s eyes stung, and he sent a pleading look Charlie’s way. The bigger slime met his gaze, and a small, sympathetic grin formed over his face.

Very gently, the bigger slime leaned forward and patted one green hand on top of Karl's head. "Karl from Kinoko Kingdom." The green slime said plainly, moving his gaze from Karl up to Quackity’s.

Karl nodded frantically, twisting his hand-nubs into Quackity's rumpled dress shirt and bracing his legs against the avian’s sternum. He pulled himself up, high enough that he was face-to-nose with Quackity, and waved frantically between himself and Charlie. His movements were so violent that he lost his grip, and panic strummed though his body when he tipped backwards and fell.

His back smacked against something oddly lumpy, and he realized that Quackity had brought his hands up to catch him, even while he was staring at him as if he was in some kind of daze.

Finally, Quackity blinked several times and hesitantly brushed his thumb along Karl’s arm, almost as if he thought the slime would disappear at a moment's notice.

“Y-You’re Karl?!” His voice was shaking, and his eyes were watering. Karl nodded frantically, curling one of his hand-nubs around Quackity’s thumb. The line of the avian’s mouth wavered, and he wiped his eyes on his shoulder before turning to Charlie.

"Charlie, why can't he talk?"

"He's been de-gooped, Quackity from Las Nevadas. He doesn't have enough of himself to form properly." Charlie paused for a long moment, then. "Not that I know anything about that, seeing as I am a perfectly normal human being with perfectly normal human bones."

Quackity didn’t bother answering, instead staring down at the little purple slime draped over his hands. Karl had been with them the entire time…? Karl had been with them while they were looking for him…

An incredulous laugh escaped from his lips, and soon, he found himself doubled over, Karl clutched to his chest, cackling like a madman as a wave of emotion overcame him.

Karl found himself squished against a layer of smoky cotton as he was squeezed to Quackity’s chest in a desperate hug, the scent of cigarettes and the dusty smell of sand pervading his senses from the tight embrace.

After what felt like too much time and not enough, Quackity loosened his grip on Karl’s body, and his laughter petered out. A doofy grin still decorated his face, and his eyes were scanning over Karl like he’d never seen him before.

Seconds later, his eyes widened, and his grin grew. “I gotta tell Sapnap! Holy fuck he’s gonna be so happy!”

Quackity shifted Karl to one arm and pulled his communicator out with the other. It took him a few seconds to do it one handed, but Karl saw him pull up Sapnap’s contact and hit call. It rang for a few moments, before their third picked up. “Yea–”

“Sapnap, Sapnap, I fucking found Karl.” Quackity didn’t even pause to let Sapnap get a word in, bowling over anything the other man had to say. “Sapnap, he’s the fucking slime, he’s fucking been here the whole goddamn time!”

“Oh my fucking god.”

“I fucking know!” Quackity grinned down at Karl, cradled in the crook of his left arm. Karl waved back up at him, eyes scrunched up in joy.

“I’m headed over there right now. Don’t you two fucking move, got it?”

Quackity laughed and planted himself on a bench on the side of the road, pulling Karl into his lap and hugging the little slime to his chest. “We won’t, we won’t. We’ll be here, dude.”

Quackity hung up and shoved his communicator back into his pocket. His other arm circled around Karl’s pliable body, and he looked down at the slime, eyes wide with wonder.

“Dude, what the fuck,” he whispered, and all Karl could do was shrug, chest feeling lighter than it had in a long, long while.

Charlie wandered away while they waited, stating that he needed to go check his holes (Quackity needed to fill some of those in, he’d nearly broken his ankle about eight times) leaving the two of them to wait for their third.

When Sapnap finally arrived, he made a beeline for the little purple slime resting in Quackity’s lap, sprinting through town and skidding to a stop right in front of them.

He immediately reached for Karl, his warm hands surrounding his torso and his thumbs pressing against Karl's chest. He was plucked up from Quackity’s arms before he could blink, and then he was brought towards Sapnap’s face.

The huge fireborn pressed a kiss against Karl’s face, lips as big as his head smothering against his face. He leaned into it, wrapping his arms around Sapnap's cheeks and jawline in an awkward hug. It was a good thing he didn't technically breathe through his nonexistent mouth, because he'd be suffocating from how long his face was being squashed into Sapnap's lips.

Then he was being squished against the fireborn's stubbled cheek, a deep, elated purr jiggling his entire body. Karl leaned into it, burying his face into Sapnap's cheek and wrapping himself in the familiar, comforting scent of charcoal and dirt. It felt different now, now that they knew.

Sapnap held him at arms length, hands still wrapped firmly around his chest. Karl’s legs dangled limply below, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sapnap asked earnestly. Karl shot him a flat look and getsured first at his mouthless face, then at his fingerless hand-nubs, and then finally over his whole body in general. The fireborn winced, realizing that Karl physically couldn’t.

It was fine now, though, because they finally knew.

When they finally went to bed that night, he was cocooned between their chests, in a warm embrace formed by the blanket and the two bodies of his fiancés. He wasn’t a pet, he wasn’t dead, and they. Knew.

He still couldn’t build up enough body mass to grow back to normal size and retain his human shape, but it was more bearable now, now that his fiancés knew who he was.

Taglist!

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss

[afreakingdork]

The last two aenem chapters have struck me beyond ways. There's a lot I'd like to talk about, but the main thing is how beautiful it is to have someone with such disposal and genuine want of being with you that they take the time to teach you new things, to listen and comfort and *wait*.

When skateboarding Mikey first made Kendra loosen up by swinging her around the city, then with patience and so much love helped her get the basics, and Kendra trusted him. Mid her stubbornness, he never made fun of her and encouraged her to keep trying. And when she succeeded his joy was so warming it WAS ADORABLE AUHJJMSM

Funnily enough, it reminded me of one of the Hotel Transilvania movies where Mavis and Johnny are in a park and after Mavis does a trick, Johnny is like "that's my girlfriend, suckers!" To which Mavis corrects, "your wife, Johnny. " and he says "My wife, even better."

And then the last update just hits me with a shit ton of reminiscing in Kendra's side. How she relieves her childhood going in and out her mind, leaving Mikey 'alone' but him not reprimanding her and instead understanding and waiting until the time is appropriate for him to bring it up. And he does it softly. And leaves the door open for her to cross herself. And she opens up.

And this is all beautiful to me because who wouldn't want that?

They both feed each other affection in a healthy way without pushing or pulling. They understand, they read each other and thread cautiously where needed.

I just love how little by little they peel off layers, bare their soul to each other, and everytime it's like they love each other more and more.

And it's aside the topic and I know AENEM is a SFW fic, but I can't help but wonder if their chemistry in more intimate settings would be like that. Slow paced, careful. A bit playful, but full of reverence for each other.

My brain gears spinning

Anyways

Loved them sillies.

- anon that needs more confidence when sending asks but it's getting there

(Hope your hand is better by the way!!)

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY GETTING THERE WITH YOUR CONFIDENCE AND I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!! /SRS

Genuinely, this is me whenever I get your asks:

🎶 THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF KENKEY 🎶

I sometimes think you single handedly keep me going! /gen

I know I write for me first and foremost and that will never change; I cannot be stopped from making more kenkey content, but I do understand that this ship is a hard sell. I've been turned down more trying to commission kenkey art then oc x canon which is wild to me. Not because I don't think artists should be allowed to turn down anything they don't want to draw, (i totally encourage that!) but because it always felt like original character romantically tied with a canon character always felt more taboo. Who knew that rarepairs were the real off putting factor!?

Also, because anxiety, when I say all this, I don't expect or am trying to guilt anyone into reading! Again, again, I write for me! I don't expect anyone to read anything! I'm truly honored any time anyone does, but (and this next part is meant to be read as a sales pitch) if you DID read AENEM, I can GUARANTEE you a not just a love story of the ages, but also healing your inner child from family trauma!

OKAY ENOUGH OF THAT, SORRY!

AHHH HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA!!! I really love the first one a whole lot and I've seen the others, but dangit if I didn't totally forget about the skateboard scene. MIKEY WOULD TOTALLY FORGET/REMEMBER THEY WERE MARRIED BUT ONLY AFTER THE FACT! When I was brainstorming date ideas with Beta Grace, she was going through things Mikey liked to do and I realized that for as intrinsic as skateboarding is to the turtles, I almost never see it used in romantic fics! I decided I totally needed to rectify that and it was such a blast figuring out both how it would work for Kendra and in the context of where I needed to get her emotionally.

I'm so glad my goal for them is reading! They feed off each other! They push each other! They contrast! They make each other mad! They're navigating what is basically a whirlpool and each spin bring them closer and closer together! 💖

Plus, we've only just started on Kendra's side of things. You think old Mike is some perfect creature that can do no wrong? Heheheh 😏

AHH JUST THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I'M SO GLAD TO HEAR ALL THIS!!! I OWE YOU THE WORLD, WHICH ALLOW ME TO THEN SAY:

You KNOW that even if it is a SWF fic that I'm so entrenched in kenkey that I've thought of it from all facets!!! Now, you are anon so i can't confirm your age, so I will hold back from racey details, but let me tell you that their sex life is/will be very funny. 😂 I still think of Mikey as a flavor of aroace (he's depicted this way in Weak/Soft Spot and Sunshine Moonshine) and Kendra has had a very use them and lose them history with partners. Together, they end up butting heads because they're actually both tops. Ahhh I want to get into it more, but I'll stop here!!

If I get some confirmation or anyone of age interested, I will tuck my big explanation on this under a 🍋 warning so we'll see!

THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!

P.S. My wrist has finally recovered! It took over a week and I almost injured my other wrist by overcompensating because of losing the one! I had a few nights of double bracing and that SUCKED, but I haven't had pain in a minute so I think we're good! I'm gonna stretch more for sure!

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"Forests, Fears, and Foggy Glasses" ~ S. Reid

Summary: In the process of solving a case, Derek proceeds to tease Y/N and Spencer for their "irrational" fears.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 1,584

Content Warning: very mild swearing, mentions of phobias, mentions of assault related to the case

Genre: mostly Fluff, a little Angsty here and there

Extra Notes: I attempted to write something in third POV so let me know if you guys like this more than first POV // Y/N has JJ's job in this imagine so there is a lack of JJ in this.

Based On the Prompt: "Person A wears glasses. Person B goes to kiss their forehead, and when they pull away, Person A's glasses are all fogged up. As Person A starts saying things like 'Thanks a lot!' or 'Dangit, my glasses!' while Person B simply giggles."

Takes Place: during S2 E6 "The Boogeyman"

Originally Written: 01/10/2022

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"You mean to tell me you're actually afraid of the woods?" Derek asked Y/N once again.

This had been going on for quite some time. Y/N, Derek, and Spencer found themselves sitting in what they thought was the home of their unsub. When they found out it wasn't the home of their unsub, they all sat down on the couches in the den and went back to square one, in hopes of discovering a clue they may have missed about their unsub.

However, when the subject of the woods was brought up, Derek was reminded of his female coworker's fear of the woods, and decided to interrogate her on it as they worked.

"Derek, what do I have to do? Say it backwards?" Y/N replied in an annoyed manner as she looked up from her case files.

"It just baffles me that you have an irrational fear like that," he said. "I mean, clowns, spiders, heights, I get all that. Hell, I even get boy genius's fear of the dark."

"Hey!" Spencer shouted, taking offense to what Derek had said.

"But why the woods?" Derek asked again.

"I don't know," Y/N replied. She elaborated more by explaining, "It's just something I've always been afraid of. It's not necessarily the woods itself, it's everything in it. I hate the idea that you could just be camping or going on a hike and a bear could easily attack you."

Derek then turned to Spencer and asked, "Hey, pretty boy, you got the statistics on that?"

"On average, there are only about 40 bear attacks per year and only 11 of them occur in North America," Spencer answered, not even looking away from his file.

"So if that's the case, why the woods?"

"I don't know, Derek," Y/N argued. "At least I'm not 25 years old and sleeping with a nightlight."

"Hey, why am I the one being attacked? I'm literally just sitting here working," Spencer attempted to defend himself.

"So, you're not denying that you still sleep with a nightlight?" Derek teased.

Spencer couldn't even begin to deny it. In fact, his current nightlight, which was an astronaut that plugged into the wall and displayed stars on the roof, was a birthday gift he'd received two weeks earlier from his female coworker. Sure, she'd gotten him other things, because who doesn't spoil their boyfriend when they're officially a quarter of a century old? But the nightlight was his favorite, seeing as that's the one Spencer believed Y/N put the most thought into.

Spencer didn't say anything in response, he just avoided eye contact by looking down at his files once again.

Derek knew the reason why he'd done so, but chose not to say anything because he knew he should continue on with his work instead of begging for even more answers out of the two.

"To answer your question, bears aren't the only thing I fear in the woods," Y/N commented. "Have you seen the amount of missing persons reports we get where the victims are found in the woods?"

Neither Derek nor Spencer could argue with that. Though Spencer didn't know the statistics on kidnappings in the woods, he knew from work experience that it must've been high.

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After a couple of hours, the BAU had discovered who their real unsub was: a young boy who wasn't getting near enough love and affection at home, and therefore took it out on his classmates.

Y/N, Spencer, and Derek raced to meet Gideon and the local police deputy at the site where their newest victim, a little girl named Tracy Belle, was last seen.

"There's such heavy patrolling in this area. How did he manage to not get caught?" Y/N asked.

"Because we taught him," Derek answered, "The buddy system, remember?"

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose in defeat, knowing Derek was right. 

"In the process of educating the public, we educated a killer," he finished his statement.

"Well, since it's off-season from baseball, where would a 12-year-old kid hang out?" Y/N inquired.

"The park," Gideon answered in a whisper.

And so, the five sprinted down the walkway and into the park, on the prowl for both a child murderer and an innocent, little girl. They finally made it to the park, but found neither Jeffrey (the killer) or Tracy. However, they did find a backpack, which they assumed belonged to Tracy.

Spencer walked over to it, picking up the school bag. He examined the bottom of it, noticing a name written on it with a Sharpie. "It's Tracy's."

"Jeffrey's got her somewhere in these woods. Everyone split up!" Gideon ordered. "Y/L/N and Reid take that way. I'll take Morgan and the deputy."

Y/N couldn't lie, she was afraid of running through the forest like that. Not because of a child killer, but because of the possibility of getting lost. She knew she had Spencer, but she also knew her boyfriend wasn't the best navigator in the world. He'd proven that when the two got lost on their way to New York City for their anniversary.

As the two searched for Tracy, Y/N couldn't help but think of her niece, who was around the same age as the young girl they were looking for. 

Spencer could tell she was on edge, so as they searched, he examined, "You seem off. Is everything OK?"

"Other than us searching for a child serial killer?" Y/N asked somewhat sarcastically. "Actually, it's got me thinking about my niece, Stella. She's the same age as Tracy Belle."

Spencer placed his hands on Y/N shoulders lovingly. "Hey, we're gonna find her, alright? We just have to-"

Spencer was cut off by the sound of a loud, high pitched shriek. "Tracy," Y/N thought to herself.

The two ran in the direction of the scream, calling for Tracy every couple of seconds as they ran.

As Tracy ran into Y/N, she wrapped the little girl in a hug, knowing she was afraid for her life. Gideon was holding Jeffrey back, knowing if he loosened his grip at all, Jeffrey would attempt to strike at Tracy again.

"Hey, shh, it's OK, I've got you," Y/N sympathized with Tracy, still not having let go of her. Y/N ran her hand through Tracy's hair lovingly in an attempt to comfort her.

Tracy attempted to convey what happened, but seeing as she was hyperventilating, she struggled to get any words out other than "baseball bat" and "ran after me".

Spencer placed his hand on the small of his girlfriend's back, attempting to silently comfort her. He knew this wasn't easy. He knew every time she looked at Tracy, she was seeing her niece.

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"Well, now you know why I'm afraid of the woods," Y/N said to Derek on the plane ride home.

He chuckled before saying, "Yeah, I guess I understand now. Somebody with a vengeance plus an innocent individual in the woods does not equal a good scenario."

As Spencer returned from the bathroom, he sat down beside his still somewhat shaken up girlfriend. He placed his hand on her leg in a comforting manner, giving her a kind smile.

"Well, I guess we've all got our fears. I'm terrified of the woods, Spencer's afraid of the dark, Gideon's afraid of the ocean and you're… you know, Derek, you never did tell us what your biggest fear is," Y/N said with realization.

"Well, good luck, I'm not gonna tell ya," Derek replied.

"Nope, come on. Everyone else confessed," Y/N argued.

"I'm not telling you."

"He's claustrophobic," Spencer stated, not even bothering to look away from the book he was reading.

Derek's eyes widened, taken aback by Spencer's uncanny ability to have guessed correctly.

"Aah, so you're afraid of boxes?" Y/N teased.

"No, that's pygmachophobia," Spencer corrected her.

Derek seemed a bit offended as he asked, "How'd you know that anyway?"

"Claustrophobia is the eleventh most common phobia in the world. Knowing what I know about you, I can conclude that you don't have a phobia of spiders or snakes. I also know that you don't have a fear of heights or flying, seeing as if you did, you would've most likely quit your job by now or grown out of the phobia. I know you don't have cynophobia, seeing as you yourself have a dog. Knowing that information leaves me with the options of astraphobia, and knowing you, it's unlikely that you are deathly afraid of thunderstorms. Trypanophobia, but who isn't afraid of injections? Social phobia, which makes no sense for your personality. Which then brings me to agoraphobia, which would mean you most likely also have claustrophobia."

"And you wanna marry that in the future because?" Derek asked, half jokingly and half seriously.

Y/N giggled as she leaned into Spencer. "Because he's really sweet and smart. Plus, I'm a sucker for men with glasses."

Y/N leaned over and gave Spencer a kiss, fogging up his glasses when she pulled away.

"Dangit, now I have to clean my glasses," Spencer fake pouted, to which his lover simply giggled.

Derek pretended to gag as he replied, "You two are so cute that it's disgusting sometimes. You know that?"

"I know," Y/N slyly smiled as she went back in for another foggy kiss.

When kissing Y/N, Spencer smiled a little extra at Derek's words about a proposal, because unbeknownst to Y/N, Spencer was planning to do just that a couple days later. In fact, he was hoping for a rather fogged up, "Yes," in response.

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Were there any episodes in season 3 where you felt they could've been written better? I'm only asking because I had some ideas I wanted to share with people about fixing them since, to me, the season started becoming a mess around The Phantom and the Sorceress. And the episodes don't need to be outright bad, there could just be parts in it you didn't like.

Oof. I've been a bit loud and obnoxious about certain episodes for sure 😅 I'll try to briefly sum up a few.

Also I'm just gonna say, some of these are just I don't like what they did rather than any huge fundamental problems like the finale.

Also disclaimer. This is not an attack on anyone who likes these episodes! Nobody has to agree with me! If you like these episodes cool! Glad you got something out of it! This is just Tombs being a nit pick loud mouth.

Rumble for Ragnarok

I can't complain too much about this one as it was still entertaining. Norse is part of my heritage and I'm a fan of the mythology which was on full display this episode. My only real issue this episode is that the message gets a little lost at least on me. And then two is I think out of all the episodes this one is the one that could absolutely be thrown out without losing anything really important. Trade this episode for something different. Something more important.

The Forbidden Fountain of the Forever Glades

Scrooge's behavior and leaving Webby in the jungle was painful to watch. (Much as I don't like the finale twist, the twist actually makes this episode worse.) [Also so much for Goldie's "fresh start" when in Split Sword of Swanstitine later showed she once again attempted to double cross Scrooge. Yeah. Fresh start. Totallyyyy.] Goldie is a fun character and I can't hate her too much. The episode has its merits and definitely still think this episode should be around but Scrooge's behavior here really kills me. Thankfully at the end he does better but ugh. It's low on the overall ranking for me based on how he behaves and treats Webby.

New Gods on the Block

I actually really love this episode but Storkules was pissing me off too much 😂 Nit pick for sure. I love this himbo but got dangit he was making me so mad. I get it was kinda important for the overall plot but come on we got so little Donsy content that it was frustrating that he was so intrusive.

The First Adventure

Nit picking again. I think it's kinda random how in the span of a few hours a hard ass like Scrooge went from "my obnoxious niece and nephew" to "my heirs and beloved family." I guess it's possible but not a fan of that kind of writing. For me it would make more sense that they had several adventures or at least more time with them before they became "his heirs" in his eyes. Extreme nit picking on my part though, the episode isn't bad at all really. Also no Hortense and Quackmore. Yes they were named. (Or she was) No we never got to see them. Rude! This was actually a really good episode though overall again I just have some minor nit picks.

The Fight for Castle McDuck

Okay this one is also kind of a nit pick but it's more like based on the episode's timing. I think it is absolutely ridiculous that Webby "Knower of all things Clan McDuck" has no idea that a family of Scots fights a lot. I can somewhat forgive it though as she's young and isn't as familiar with this side of the family in the flesh. But it's so weird how this late into the show we're seeing this?? I think I would have liked this episode more if it had popped up earlier into season 3 rather than so late? It just was a kinda weird episode and not the most enjoyable but the timing I think made it worse. Also the no mention of Hortense again. Referring to Matilda as the youngest when that's supposed to be Hortense? It's really not the worst episode. It just feels a bit off to me and again to me mostly the timing of it. Could have been better, could have been worse.

How Santa Stole Christmas

THROW THIS EPISODE INTO THE FUCKING GARBAGE. HATE HATE HATE IT. THIS ONE ACTUALLY MAKES ME RAGE.

This episode is actually worse for me than the finale. Literally I consider this episode the worst in the series. I just hate it!!!

I hate that this episode was about Scrooge and Santa. I really don't give a fuck why Scrooge hates Santa and this story in no way compelled me. (Also why was Scrooge and Santa's dialog weirdly shippy??? Thanks to this episode got another huge NOtp, "scranta" is gross, sorry, hate it. Absolutely cannot board that ship at all, I have the tag blocked.) I see absolutely no reason why this was the story we got when there was literally an option to follow up The Last Christmas now that Della was finally home????? MISSED OPPORTUNITY!!! I hate the weird crazy ass capitalist message going on throughout the episode, I get Scrooge is a capitalist himself but he didn't change from this episode? He walked away from Jennifer's obvious poverty life and went "ah as long as she's happy" instead of I don't know, maybe a message about helping the less fortunate??

Look maybe I'm just bitter from my own life. I've lived in extreme poverty my whole life. My parents home has literally looked so much liked the ruined place Jennifer lived in during the episode. And I live in Alaska so I KNOW COLD. I know how it feels to go cold for days on end, no food, no water, nothing. Extreme poverty. Scrooge could have done something. He wasn't like Donald who doesn't have much either. He's a freaking billionaire. He could have helped. And instead the message he walked away with is "if you're happy life is fine" or something. Whatever the message that was supposed to be from this episode is completely lost on me because all I see is a miserable rich old miser who hates letting kids have fun and won't help someone in need. Absolute garbage episode. I really wish they had instead just followed up on The Last Christmas. Or had some kind of family centric episode at least! I seriously fucking hate this episode so much. I would legit erase this episode if I could it is the WORST.

The Lost Cargo of Kit Cloudkicker

Nit pick again. Didn't love what they did with Kit. Okay I get the idea he grew up to idolize Baloo so he turned out more like him. It...wasn't great. Didn't like that much at all. Felt like they just tried to shove Kit into a DT87/DWD Launchpad mold. I didn't love that Baloo and Kit's relationship was mentioned weirdly casually? Like Kit called himself Baloo's sidekick??? Except in Talespin Kit calls him Papa Bear??? Also great, got another tag to block from this episode, the delkit ship. Not a fan, thanks.

Kinda weird for me with this episode I didn't really catch the meaning of it. To me it felt like the message was "defy expectations...by meeting them." It didn't really click and I kinda hated it for that plus the weird characterization of Kit. Actually I was on Twitter and someone was complaining about this episode and I responded in agreement and then FRANK REPLIED TO US 😅😅😅. Frank explained that the point was more of "if you're good at something, don't give it up" rather than "you can do anything you set your mind to" type message that appears a lot in kids media. (Also Frank please don't look at me when I'm criticizing the show 😂😂😂😂😭 I promise overall I do love it I'm just a loud mouth when I don't like something some times 😅)

After Frank explained that it did click a little better and I can see the message a bit more clearly. But I'm still not really in love with this episode like I wanted to be. I freaking love Talespin so that was a bummer. But as I've said a dozen times. I'm mostly nit picking my personal opinion.

The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck

Another one I wanted to like more than I actually did. And mostly this boils down to Louie having to apologize to Doofus when Doofus is the one who's like some wild sociopath or something. I get it Louie hasn't been completely innocent towards Doofus. He did try to use him and con him but Doofus flat out has tried to hold him captive and torture and even kill him. Doofus' sins outweigh Louie's. Louie having to apologize to prevent the tension and all just...feels like victim blaming? This one is harder for me to describe why I don't like it and I think others have explained it better than me. I think it could have been better if Louie AND Doofus both apologized and agreed to start over and let what happened between them before be water under the bridge. At least this way they're equals? Maybe it wouldn't have been the best fix but I feel it would have been better than Canon. This one I don't want to call a nit pick. This one feels like there is something fundamentally wrong with it but I struggle to explain. Mostly other than that though I think the episode was fine. A little weird that the karma court scale needed to be told the villains hearts rather than able to just know them (mostly looking at the Ma Beagle one here) but that part is more nit pick.

And finally...The Last Adventure

I have things I love about it. The individual character moments. The references and call backs. The music. This finale was clearly made with love and care.

But that damn Webby clone daughter thing twist changes things. I know some people say it doesn't but to me it does! I feel it messed with the family dynamic and the characters in a needless way. I feel it didn't add anything to but rather did take away from. I don't wanna say too much on it as there's already been so much talk on it so in keeping it brief- not a fan, didn't like, why the hell, no.

The thing with Bradford kinda threw me off too. His logic and insistence on not being a villain made him so interesting. He was truly a villain to rival Scrooge. Then in my opinion he was pushed into a weird middle ground. He didn't feel like he completely abandoned what he previously stood on but also didn't go full villain either? I get a villain like Bradford isn't easy. The writers have to truly bring their all for someone like him. But Bradford suddenly getting armor and the Split Sword and becoming a battling giant was kinda ????? inducing. Threw me for a bit of a loop. I probably need to watch this episode a few more times before I finally settle on where I sit with the Bradford thing but at least at this time I just feel kinda mixed on it. Maybe I missed something there.

Other nit picks from the finale. Donald's writing was a little weird, he sounded like he was going on vacation but then Della said he was moving out and Donald talked like "well you have the boys and Uncle Scrooge..." it just really sounds like he's leaving the family?????????? Especially at a time like this? Rude! I mean yes somebody please get this man a vacation but the writing here left me kinda confused and there is no reason Donald would ever just leave and act like "oh well their mom is back so my work here is done." Nope. DADnald for life.

Lena and Webby never getting shown to have made up after their fight. I imagine the giving June and May the friendship bracelets kinda implies it but come on. Even just a hug would have been good. Also...why are they giving up their friendship bracelets??? Confused, not a fan.

And also...in addition to the Clone twist, I really don't love that April, May, and June were all clones instead of Daisy's nieces. I really wanted to get to see them in the show and now I just feel like thanks I hate it! I admire the guts to make a twist like this and all but I really hate it.

Overall please let me say I LOVE Ducktales. The show as a whole to me is a huge important thing I love. This isn't an attack on anyone who likes these episodes. I am just once again being loud and obnoxious with my own opinions and nit picks and things I just would have liked to see or not see.

no idea if any of this rambling answers your question Anon but here you go. Hope it works.