#i cannot answer asks in a normal way oops

[skitskatdacat63]

Catie tell me about your fave art you’ve made this year in fandom and out of fandom!

Athyyyyyyy 🥹🥹🥹🥹 tysmmmmmmmmm 🥹🥹🥹

It was so late in the year, so there's regenency bias in a way, but I'm really proud of the stocking drawings and fic. I spend too much time commiserating over what I apparently *can't* draw and then my brain randomly is like, whoops you can actually!!! To be able to actually draw something with so much narrative AND write a fic along with it??? I appreciate this work a lot bcs its encouraged me so much, it proved I can in fact do something I though I wasn't really capable of. I've said before that I'd only really write a fic if I could add illustrations, so the fact I've actually accomplished that is so !! There's so many things in those pieces that I'm always hesitant to draw (furniture, dramatic lighting, narrative, posing, A FIC, etc), but now I've done it and I'm extremely hungry to draw/write more :D It's like it opened pandora's box in a way sdkjsl, with the way I've been planning lately(at least four fics LOL) I'm even gonna go so far as to put it in a place of honor here:

That being said, I'm still also really really proud of some other works from this year, such as:

Fernando Spanish GP poster(I look back at this one constantly, I'm very proud of it!! Especially the colors)

Boy King AU Anniversary art(gah, soooo much work and thought put into this, and I can't believe it's been more than a year since I made the AU and I'm still going!! This was the result of a bunch of lore I wrote every day, so I'm extremely grateful to that and this drawing, because it's made me actually feel prepared to draw/write...in my second year LOL)

Vettonso Matador Stabbing(gah the colors!! A lot of these I'm listing are very influential to me, and this one is too. One of those ones I'm surprised I could actually put on "paper" directly from my head. I missed drawing more brutal things too.)

Vettonso Catboys(HEHEHE!! This one sticks with me, it's just sooooo cute!!!! I'd like to draw more of them as cats hehe)

and as always, The Picrew(how did I do that this year??? The kind of project too that lets me know things that seem out of grasp are in fact doable!)

As for not fandom work, I'm really happy with all of these portraits. Maybe one day i'll get back to drawing narrative stuff for my ocs again, but idk, I'm always happy just drawing and refining them, as well as getting to share them!!! The hope is to one day draw good, refined portraits of all of them :D

[hope-to-hell]

An unexpected occurrence. Agent Stone x Ivo Robotnik. Stone dies, but that doesn't stop him. He takes it in stride as he does everything else. Smut, pwp, sounding, anal, tentacles, poltergeists (kinda), object possession, first times, major character death (but the fun kind). Stone bites it, and Robotnik is more than a little stressed out. But in the immortal words of The Princess Bride, death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

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Let’s start from the beginning. No, that would take too long. Let’s start somewhere in the middle, so we can get right to the good stuff and skip the buildup. If it’s important, it’ll come up one way or another. It always does. The scene is this: Doctor Ivo Robotnik’s lab, late morning. The Doctor is returning from taking a piss in his private bathroom, where he spent approximately fourteen and a half seconds thinking about jumping spiders. Specifically, he was thinking about their eyes. His babies could use an upgrade to their peripheral vision. He’s already calculating measurements for optic lenses when he comes around the corner and stops short.

There’s Stone’s lifeless body on the floor. Oops.

Well, shit. That’s Doctor Robotnik with an uncharacteristic display of concern— or almost, anyway. He quickly shifts gears to annoyance. Dying on the clock, unbelievable. He prods Stone with the toe of his boot.

Um. Sorry about that. Stone’s voice is everywhere at once, loud like imploding submersibles are loud, or like jets smacking headlong into the sound barrier. Robotnik does the only reasonable thing in this situation: he shrieks, then faints. Doctor? No answer.

What in the name of Sagan is going on? Robotnik paces with an ice pack held against the back of his skull. It’s head trauma. Definitely. It has to be. He peels himself out of coat and vest, opening his shirt, attaching sensors to his skin. He pulls a wire-studded cap onto his head. Or a brain tumor. Monitors make their beep beep beeps. The readout is disappointingly normal: minor contusions, less than one percent of normal functions affected. Perfect health. Dammit. That’s the most reasonable explanation gone.

Now what?

Um. Maybe you should, er, do something with the body? Tinnitus follows in the wake of Stone’s booming voice. It’s a wonder nobody’s come down to see what the hell is going on.

Of course I should do something with the body, my incorporeal Agent Obvious. What do you expect me to do, drag it down the hall to cryo?

Guess what he ends up doing.

That’ll do. Robotnik stands back, panting a little; dragging a heavily muscled meatsack halfway across the building will do that to a person. He appraises the cryo chamber with its “top secret, do not touch” sign taped to the front. At the bottom is a hastily scrawled face with a massive mustache. Nobody in their right mind would touch the chamber after seeing that, not after what happened to that one guy who stole the Doctor’s sandwich from the breakroom fridge.

Stone’s ghost, or whatever, stays behind in the lab. It’s probably just as well. He’s a problem, or was, or—

Whatever. Fucking useless agent, can’t even die properly— is he a ghost? Before today, Robotnik wouldn’t have believed in such nonsense. But then again, before today Stone was alive and well. Hell, an hour ago he was sitting at the workbench with his feet tucked around the legs of his stool, rewiring something or other deep in the innards of the lab‘s coffee maker. Robotnik didn’t care to ask.

I don’t think I’m a ghost? Judging by the upward inflection at the end there, Stone’s not entirely sure what he is, either. I don’t feel like one, anyway.

Like you’d know what a ghost is supposed to feel like. Can you move stuff? Make yourself visible? Manifest insects or slime? Robotnik wracks his brains for memories of late-night horror movies and largely comes up blank. All he can seem to think of is Alien, which he went into expecting hard sci-fi and came out of with a shellshocked expression and a series of unusually vivid dreams that had him waking with his heart pounding, terrified but still humping desperately into the mattress. But that’s neither here nor there.

At least Stone’s not deafeningly loud anymore. Instead, he sounds as though he’s right up against Robotnik’s ear, soft and private, like he used to do when he’d whisper juicy secrets during interminable meetings: that’s Captain Burns, he’s cheating on his wife with Janice from payroll, but he doesn’t know she’s fucking their marriage counselor. Or sometimes: that’s Miranda, she has three nipples. You know, normal stuff that he totally has legitimate reasons for knowing.

So it turns out Stone can’t figure out how to become visible, and attempting it just makes him sound like a constipated emu, so that’s one ghostly skill crossed off the list. And he can’t manifest anything, though there is a faint smell of ozone and peat that hangs in the air for a while after trying. Robotnik marks that one down as a “maybe.”

Okay, the Doctor orders, tapping the fingertips of his control gloves click-click-click against his teeth. Move something. Not like he’s expecting much. He’s probably hallucinating this whole thing, scans be damned. Maybe there’s a gas leak somewhere. It would be more reassuring than the alternative, which is that his assistant— possibly the only person other than himself worth arguing with, and definitely the only person capable of being in the same room as himself without breaking into a nervous sweat— is deceased. Ejected from this mortal coil. He is an ex-Agent.

What should I move?

Choose something. A pencil. A hammer. Whatever. Could Stone just get a move on already? Robotnik can feel a breakdown creeping up. He’s managing to keep it at bay with the power of scientific pursuit, but it’s lurking there just out of reach. One wrong move, one moment of unoccupied time, and he’ll be stretched out on the floor with his eyes unfocused, cold seeping into his bones, gnawing his fingernails off. He won’t even have the luxury of being carried to the sofa this time. Stone won’t be there to pry the Doctor’s fingers out of his own mouth, or to arrange a blanket over his legs.

Anyway.

It takes considerable effort, but Stone is barely able to wiggle the power cord of the coffee maker that still sits, guts spread out, on the workbench. Satisfaction blooms in the Doctor’s chest, warm and sweet, but it’s not his emotion, exactly. It’s more like slipping under the water in a warm bath. Huh. So minor transfer of feelings is possible. Add that to the list. Okay, Agent. We’ve ruled out specters, demons, ghouls, and trans-dimensional slime beasts. So far you appear to be a poltergeist. Or whatever the real-world equivalent is, anyway.

Good to know, I suppose. Stone seems more bemused than anything. He seems to be taking his demise in stride as he does with most other things. If it isn’t fixable, he finds a way to work around it.

Let’s get out of here. I doubt we’ll get anything else useful done today. Robotnik heads for the door, but is brought up short by Stone’s weak little whine.

Doctor? I don’t think I can. The doorway blocks Stone’s spirit like a rubber sheet, semi-yielding but ultimately impassible. Hurts. Well, shit. Further, somewhat haphazard study suggests that Stone is bound to the lab itself. Guess I live here now.

Live. Right. Robotnik’s got his head cradled in one hand; his voice is muffled but there’s a sourness to his voice that filters out around the edges. What the hell even happened?

I don’t know. I reached over to set down my screwdriver, and the next thing I knew I was like this. Aneurysm, maybe? Massive heart attack? He sounds so chipper, so helpful. It makes Robotnik’s blood itch.

Could be poison. Or blowdarts. Blue-ringed octopus venom. Air embolism. Somehow, the idea that his Agent’s body could have betrayed him is far more repugnant than the thought of murder. Why do I even care?

You like me. One of the lab’s robotic arms wiggles teasingly from its ceiling track. Even like this, he’s a remarkably quick study. Or you tolerate me more than you do anybody else, at least. Which, he supposes, is true. And with Stone gone all ghostly, there’s nothing to stop Walters from assigning someone new— and probably insufferably boring— to be the Doctor’s minder. The arm makes an unnervingly accurate approximation of a shrug. But you should get some rest, Doctor. I’ll be fine here, I promise. I’ll see you in the morning.

I didn’t ask. But it is reassuring nonetheless.

Morning rolls around and there’s Robotnik blustering his way down the hall, shitty gas station coffee in hand. Disgusting. Tastes like old wet feet. At least it’s caffeine. He may well have to switch to energy drinks if this keeps up.

You hate those. They make your teeth squeak. Stone’s voice curls around the shell of his ear again. Robotnik definitely doesn’t feel the hair on his arms standing on end, and he absolutely in no way feels his blood starting to pool south. Why does the man have to sound so fucking intimate? Doctor, watch this. Robotic arms move along their ceiling tracks, their grippers opening and closing rhythmically. I’ve been practicing. Seems like I don’t get tired. I can go all night.

That definitely doesn’t bring up any inappropriate thoughts. Nope. None whatsoever. Robotnik is a professional, for fucksake. Married to his work and all that. But the arms seem to undulate in a come hither motion, sleek and sensual, like tentacles if tentacles were made of carbon fiber and assorted top-secret materials that technically shouldn’t exist. The arms glisten wetly with lubricant that shines between their gleaming plated joints, allowing them to move silently and fluidly. Why did he have to go and make them so… sexy? It’s incredibly distracting. Stone. Knock it off. Robotnik is about three arm wiggles away from having to duck into the bathroom to take care of business.

You’re stressed. You’ve got a knot forming between your shoulders. Your sleep sucked ass. Won’t you let me take care of you, Stone cajoles, his voice low and rich, pitched just so. It’s tempting, far more than it should be. Distantly, Robotnik feels as though he should be grieving, or angry, or something— anything— other than what he’s feeling right now. It’s a feeling he doesn’t experience that often, but when he does, it consumes him.

Doctor Robotnik, much to his horror and annoyance, is horny.

See? C’mere. I’ve got just the thing. Stone knows. Of course he does. He’s already turned into a robot ghost, so why wouldn’t he also be able to sense the Doctor’s thoughts? There’s a low chuckle, a frisson of amusement that tickles at Robotnik’s spine. That part’s nothing new. I know your tells. It’s not specific thoughts, more like a landscape. Eyebrows, shoulders, heart rate, and so on. Just basic physiological responses. Yours are especially distinct, at least to me.

How spectacularly unenlightening, Robotnik grumbles. But he also scoots closer to the robot arms, close enough to feel one of the grippers brush against his cheek. It’s surprisingly gentle; he can’t seem to help leaning into the touch just a little. Stone. His voice is distant, hazy, even to himself. God, he really is a lost cause, isn’t he? How many arms are in that array?

Nine, sir. All fully articulated. Each outfitted with grippers gentle enough to hold an egg without cracking its shell, powerful enough to lift an elephant or crush a grown man’s skull. Your words.

I did say that, didn’t I.

Stone waggles one of the grippers, folding its talons into a smooth ovoid shape, tapered at the far end and swelling smoothly where it meets the arm. How would that feel, slipping inside? If Stone knew what he was doing, he could open it like a flower inside Robotnik’s body, much like a knot of— no. Bad Doctor. Remove that thought. But it’s too late; the image is already seared into his brain.

Mmmhmm. I should also mention that the articulated plating is engineered to guarantee it won’t pinch, not even the most tender flesh. But you know that already, of course.

I— Robotnik swallows thickly. Yes.

When Stone speaks next, he’s practically moaning. Please, Doctor. Let me take care of you.

Well, since you asked so nicely, I suppose I should let you try. That’s right, he’ll pretend to be doing Stone a favor. But his breath catches when the gripper slides across his skin, brushing over his lips as if offering him a taste.

The lubricant is tasteless, odorless, and fortunately nontoxic; it smears over Robotnik’s cheek and if he’s inclined to make a comment about the mess he’s completely sidetracked when a pair of arms wind around his chest, ends spreading out to catch his wrists in their grippers; the metal is cold, textured to hold onto even the slipperiest of subjects. Another works to unbutton Robotnik’s fly, but it’s difficult; Robotnik whines, leaning back into the secure hold of Stone’s arms, canting his hips up.

Fuck it, just rip the damn things off.

As you command, sir. The speed with which Stone moves to tear the Doctor’s clothes to shreds suggests he’s been thinking about doing that for some time. I’ve always wanted to do that. The trousers are easy enough to remove once the waistband is obliterated and the thigh seams torn asunder; they fall to the floor in pieces, leaving the Doctor bare to the waist aside from socks and boots. Normally he’d feel embarrassed to be seen in such disarray, but Stone’s panting harshly into his ear now despite no longer needing to actually breathe. It must be reflexive, somehow. May I continue?

Don’t even think of stopping now.

Of course, Doctor. I wouldn’t dream of it. Stone gently pushes Robotnik’s coat off his shoulders, letting it pool at his elbows; shirt and vest are torn open right down the front. Of course Stone knows exactly how much destruction of the Doctor’s wardrobe he can get away with. Robotnik stands with arms wide, leaning back at an angle that would drop him right onto the floor if it weren’t for the arms holding him steady, his coat hanging down like wings. It’s the most exposed he’s ever been, and it is thrilling.

The arm at Robotnik’s face reaches under his chin, tilting his head back; the long pale line of his throat is on full display. For a moment he thinks— hopes, even, in some deeply-buried part of his mind— that the arm is about to curl around his throat, but it holds steady. However, Stone still has six more arms at his disposal, and it seems he really has been practicing. Any other operator would have momentary judders, awkward delays when switching their attention from one arm to another; it’s one of the unfortunate drawbacks of the human mind that true simultaneous multitasking is impossible. But Stone seems fully integrated into the array; the arms move fluidly. Purposefully. It’s beautiful. For a moment Robotnik is lost in admiration, until he is brought up short by the feeling of two more arms wrapping around his legs, lifting him into the air.

This isn’t exactly what I’d envisioned for our first time, Stone murmurs. But then again, you are extraordinary. He’s practically purring, fine vibrations running along his arms.

Flatterer.

Hnn, Stone hums. Doctor. Relax, okay? You’re so stressed. Let me help. He holds Robotnik aloft, limbs spread; the robotic arms are arranged to provide support beneath the Doctor’s shoulders and hips. Another arm trails, cool and slick, down the cleft of Robotnik’s ass to stroke gently over his hole. He can’t help pushing back into it, feeling the bulb of its folded gripper smooth against his skin.

Agent. Would you hurry it up already? Robotnik’s aiming for annoyance but lands somewhere around desperation. He’s opening his mouth to try again, to harden his tone into something a bit more commanding, when Stone pushes in, slow and steady and unyielding. It’s neither painful nor pleasant, merely strange. It’s also a bit cold.

Sorry about that. The arm is metal, after all; it can’t be helped. But soon enough it warms up, absorbing the Doctor’s body heat until it rests blood-warm inside him. Then, and only then, does Stone finally move again. His movements are gentle, testing; he treats Robotnik as though he is a fragile, precious thing.

Won’t break, Robotnik grumbles, annoyed. But he’s not entirely correct; if Stone so chose, he could tear through the Doctor’s body like so much wet tissue, and they both know it. So Stone continues his careful exploration, and Robotnik has to hang there and take it. That is, until he feels Stone brush against something that lights up his nerves. Do that again, he rasps.

With pleasure, Sir. Stone slides the arm in and out, its lubricant smearing everywhere and dripping down from Robotnik’s ass to the floor; distantly the Doctor makes a mental note to re-evaluate the amount needed. For now, though, more is better. Whoever said you can never have too much lube was possibly the most correct person in the history of correctness. With every pass, the gripper presses against Robotnik’s prostate, sparking lightning up his spine. Distantly, he’s aware that he’s making some sort of keening wail but it’s unimportant. His world is rapidly narrowing to that single contact point.

And then, as if he’d heard the Doctor’s earlier thoughts, Stone pauses with the arm pressed deep inside his Doctor’s body. Slowly he opens the gripper, its petals expanding, blooming inside Robotnik’s body until he’s stretched, filled, unable to move, barely able to think. All he can do is feel, breathing ragged and wet, as Stone delicately begins to move again. The stimulation over Robotnik’s prostate is constant and unrelenting; it seems impossible that he should be so utterly overwhelmed to the point of incoherence, but here he is.

How many arms does that make? One for each limb, one at his lips, one deep inside him. Six, sir. Can you take more? If simple arithmetic is beyond you, perhaps you’re at your limit. Stone’s concern trickles over Robotnik’s eardrums, gently mocking. Was this streak always in him? Maybe it’s better if we stop here.

Don’t you fucking dare. Robotnik somehow finds the words, though they’re thick in his mouth, spit-slick and slow; gone are his infamously acid tongue and sharp wit, leaving behind this needy shell. He is filled, yes, barely able to think. But he is not yet gone. He swallows as the arm at his lips begins to move, folding its gripper, prodding at his mouth. He opens instinctively, feeling cool metal stroke over his tongue.

And then the gripper opens. Just a little, just enough to keep Robotnik’s mouth gaping wide. A thin runnel of drool escapes to fall in a silvery thread from the corner of his mouth. One petal of the gripper presses on his tongue in a parody of Stone’s cock. Doctor. If only— there’s regret in his Agent’s voice, sorrow for lost opportunity, but it’s quickly pushed aside. He teases Robotnik’s mouth open just a little more, moving the other arm inside him in tandem. And now Robotnik couldn’t speak even if he wanted to, even if he wasn’t gagged and drooling. His mind is running on emergency power now, extraneous processes disabled.

But there’s one more trick up Stone’s sleeve. One arm was built for the most delicate of tasks, its gripper formed by talons made of narrow bars of long thin metal, mirror-smooth, their curves long and shallow. The jointed portion is thinner than the others and more flexible as well, perfect for what Stone has in mind. The narrow arm winds around Robotnik’s cock, its coolness shocking against the burn of desperate skin; it loops around his balls, cradling, gently compressing.

Doctor? Try not to move. As if he could, as if he would want to. As if there was any possible place he’d want to be apart from this, on the precipice of mindlessness. And then he feels it: one of the talons presses delicately at Robotnik’s glans, cool and smooth. Its tip slips just barely inside, and that’s Robotnik’s cue to let his brain fly south for the winter. Goodbye coherence, see you later. But the talon doesn’t stop until it feels impossibly deep in the Doctor’s cock, stimulating the nerves there with an intensity so strong it registers more as ice than anything, pure and raw and overwhelming.

I’m inside you in every possible way. Stone’s voice is awed, somehow breathless despite no longer having lungs. Doctor. I am selfish. I promised this was to help relax you, but it seems I’m far more affected by it than I’d thought. He sends vibrations down the arms, ripples of sensation that multiply and grow until Robotnik’s body is vibrating from the inside out. Will you fall apart for me?

Of course he will. Robotnik doesn’t shout or curse, though it’s not like he could do the latter even if he wanted to. He comes apart with a sigh, body convulsing and then going lax. He hangs suspended in Stone’s arms, drooling quietly, covered in slick. He whines softly when the impromptu sound is removed from his cock, a rush of semen following in its wake, but he is glazed-over and glassy-eyed. He is absolutely mindless. Stone hums, pleased; he carefully rearranges his arms to cradle the Doctor until he returns to himself.

I wish you could’ve been mine so long ago. I’ve always been yours. Stone’s words are wistful, soft and secret. They brush over Robotnik’s ears and disappear into the air.

Mmmph. Rest now. Robotnik slurs out, brain function slowly coming back online. Give me a couple hours, and then we’ll start work on getting you back into your body. It’ll be a challenge, venturing into totally uncharted territory. But if anyone is capable of fixing Stone, it’s Robotnik. There’s always an explanation, and therefore it follows that there is a solution. His body is suffused with the warmth of Stone’s affection, spangled with hope. And thus, he drifts away to sleep.

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Keith Howell Sequel Epilogue True Love Route - Fan Translation

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After overcoming days so busy they made my head spin, life had finally begun to return to normal little by little—

And it was during a quiet moment that I realized it.

Emma “Ugh, just a bit more…!”

I was reaching for a book I wanted to read, up on a high shelf. It was just barely out of reach.

(I could get a chair… but I feel like if I stretch just a little more, I can grab it.)

Emma “Come on… just a little…”

After a few tries on tiptoe, my fingers brushed against the spine of the book.

But then—

Emma “Got it—wait, huh?”

The moment I succeeded in pulling the book out, I lost my balance.

Startled, I let go—and the book plummeted straight toward my face.

(...)

??? “What are you doing, having fun all by yourself?”

(...?)

Instead of landing on the floor with a thud, I found myself caught in someone’s arms.

A large hand had caught the book mid-fall.

Alter!Keith “If you’re not going to grab a chair like a reasonable person, then call me.”

Alter!Keith “Or… were you hoping I’d catch you like this?”

When I turned toward the voice, I saw golden eyes glinting with their usual teasing gleam.

Emma “No, that’s not it… But I am glad you caught me.”

Alter!Keith “You could’ve just said ‘yes.’”

With a short laugh through his nose, Alter!Keith helped me back to my feet, one arm still steadying me.

He reached out with his free hand as if to stroke my head—but then—

(Ah…)

He hesitated. His hand froze for a second in midair.

Alter!Keith “...Be more careful next time.”

Instead of touching me, he gently tapped my head once or twice and placed the book there.

(There it is again…)

(Lately, I feel like Alter!Keith has been hesitating to touch me.)

Emma “W-whoa—oops…!”

I fumbled to catch the book as it started to slip from my head.

Alter!Keith smiled at my flustered reaction—but even that smile felt a little forced.

It made me feel certain that the distance I sensed between us lately wasn’t just my imagination.

(He admitted his fear, and still…)

Even after returning from Kougyoku, sometimes Alter!Keith would reach out to me as if confirming I was really there.

But those touches gradually faded, replaced by ones that felt hesitant, as if second-guessing their intent.

(His teasing masks it well, but this Alter!Keith is just as delicate as the gentle one.)

(Maybe when he reaches out, he questions himself—“Am I doing this just to reassure myself?”)

Alter!Keith “You’ve been staring at my face. Got something to say?”

Emma “No, nothing. Don’t mind me.”

(If the more teasing Alter!Keith has doubts about his desire to touch me…)

(Then I want to ease those doubts for him—if only a little.)

From then on, I began to reach out to Alter!Keith more often.

Giving him no time to hesitate, no room for doubt.

Emma “Keith, shall we hold hands? Let’s hold hands.”

Alter!Keith “If you’re gonna grab my hand before I even answer, don’t bother asking. But sure, I don’t mind.”

Alter!Keith “If I don’t hold onto you, you might just wander off somewhere, huh?”

Emma “I doubt I’d get lost in the castle.”

Emma “But…”

Still holding his hand, I wrapped my arms around his arm tightly. Alter!Keith blinked in surprise.

Emma “If I did get lost, that would be a problem. So I think I’ll just keep holding on like this.”

Alter!Keith “That—does it matter?”

Emma “It does. …Let’s just say it does, okay?”

Even at bedtime—

Emma “Goodnight, Keith.”

Alter!Keith “Yeah, goodnight.”

When I slipped into Alter!Keith’s arms, I could hear the soft, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Emma “……”

(Being in Alter!Keith’s arms is so calming…)

(Just being close like this makes my heart feel so warm.)

(I hope… he feels the same way.)

(…)

Emma “Keith, are you still awake?”

Alter!Keith “Nope. Already asleep.”

Emma “You clearly aren’t!”

Alter!Keith “I mean, even I can’t fall asleep that fast… So? What is it?”

Emma “I wanted to give you a goodnight kiss.”

Alter!Keith “Worried you won’t be able to sleep if you get all flustered?”

Emma “I didn’t say that!”

Emma “You always kiss me goodnight, so tonight, I wanted to do it myself.”

Alter!Keith “That so? Then go ahead. Kiss me, and wish me sweet dreams.”

And another time—

Emma “Would you like to take a bath together tonight?”

Alter!Keith “……”

Emma “W-What is it?”

Alter!Keith “Nothing. I was just thinking… you’re being awfully forward lately.”

Alter!Keith “Well then, I guess I’ll join you. Can’t have our Emma too scared to bathe alone.”

And so, the days went on where I proactively reached out and touched Alter!Keith—but...

(Why, I wonder. Even when I’m right next to Alter!Keith… it feels like there’s a small gap in my heart.)

Even now, sitting beside each other on the bed, leaning into him, there was something oddly lacking.

(Usually, just touching him is enough to fill my heart…)

(Maybe I need to keep reaching out even more, so Alter!Keith doesn’t hesitate to touch me…)

(Or…)

I glance at Alter!Keith beside me, and he responds with his usual teasing smile.

Alter!Keith “What’s wrong?”

Emma “It’s nothing…”

When I lay my hand over his, I can feel his warmth, and that emptiness in my chest eases just a little.

But more than that, an unshakable sense of dissatisfaction begins to take root in my heart.

Then, a few days later—

I reached for Alter!Keith’s hand as he stood gazing out the window.

But at that moment, he casually moved it, and I missed my chance to grab it.

(Did… he dodge me? No… that must’ve been a coincidence, right?)

I tried again to reach for his hand—but then…

(Eh…?)

Alter!Keith raised his hand to the height of his face and gently stepped away from me.

Leaning against the window, he looked at me with a strangely amused smile.

(No matter how I look at it, that wasn’t a coincidence. Alter!Keith is avoiding me.)

(Maybe I’ve been too physically clingy lately… I have been more touchy than usual…)

Alter!Keith “Judging by that look on your face… you still haven’t figured it out, huh.”

Emma “Eh?”

Alter!Keith “You’re reaching your limit, aren’t you?”

Emma “Ah—”

The moment Alter!Keith’s golden eyes sparkled in the moonlight, he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.

Emma “Prince . . . .Keith…”

(Even though this isn’t the first time he’s held me like this, my heart’s pounding so hard it feels like it might break.)

The more I felt the warmth and heartbeat of the person I love, the more my own body grew feverish.

Despite my flustered state, I found myself holding him just as tightly—like I’d been waiting for this all along.

(Ah… I see.)

(I’ve been yearning for Alter!Keith to reach out and touch me.)

I had tried so hard to take the initiative and touch him, hoping to dispel his hesitation—and that made me happy. But now I realize…

From another perspective, I had unintentionally taken away his opportunity to reach for me.

That moment when his golden eyes glimmer with the need to touch me—that feeling.

(That sexy feeling)

(What I started to do for Alter!Keith’s sake ended up… suffocating me instead.)

(How backwards… it’s a little embarrassing.)

Emma “It seems like you were right… I really was at my limit.”

Alter!Keith “Just as I predicted. Emma is so cute.”

Emma “...You knew from the beginning?”

Alter!Keith “When you get all motivated, it’s usually for our sake.”

Alter!Keith “When you’re doing something for us, you always put your own desires second.”

(…He saw through everything.)

Alter!Keith “Watching you fuss over me with that unsatisfied look on your face wasn’t half bad, though.”

Emma “You really are mean…”

Alter!Keith “I’m the mean one, remember?”

Alter!Keith “Oh, and one more thing I forgot to mention.”

Emma “What is it?”

Alter!Keith “I’m at my limit too.”

Emma “Eep—!”

Before I knew it, he had lifted me up and laid me on the bed.

Without a moment’s hesitation, his lips covered mine. His fingers trailed down, finding mine and locking them in a tight grip against the sheets.

(...)

His fingers slid between mine, clasping them so tightly it was like we were stitched together.

Emma “…”

When he gently bit my lower lip, my attention shifted from my hand to my mouth. As I opened my lips slightly to welcome the kiss, he suddenly pulled away.

Emma “Ah…”

(Is he… still hesitating to touch me?)

(…Even though I want him to touch me more, to take everything from me—)

Alter!Keith “Do you even realize what kind of face you’re making right now?”

Emma “Eh? Ah—!”

A kiss landed suddenly on my neck, and with a sharp sound, a small sting followed.

Emma “Ah…!”

Not just my neck—my chest, shoulders, ears, even my eyelids—each received his kisses, and with every one, heat bloomed on my skin.

(His touch… it seems much less hesitant than before.)

(Maybe it’s because I’ve been more physically affectionate these past few days.)

(But… no, that’s exactly why—)

Emma “Mm… mmm…”

His kisses fell to my lips again, deepening aggressively.

(Just a little touch and I’m already burning up inside.)

(If he keeps loving me like this, I don’t know what will become of me.)

Emma “Hah…”

With every change in angle, our breath mingled, and I melted into the sweetness of each kiss.

Alter!Keith moved the hand that had pinned mine to the bed to wrap around my neck, while his other hand wove gently into my hair.

Emma “...Keith... please... wait...”

Though our lips parted, the rain of kisses did not cease.

He gently stroked the top of my breasts over my clothes, and my body jumped slightly.

Alter!Keith “Love me more. You’re the only one who can fix me.”

Emma “Y-you're enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Alter!Keith “I am enjoying it.”

Alter!Keith “You’ve become even more of a worrywart because of me. You’re thinking about all sorts of things for my sake.”

Alter!Keith “And now, you're loving me in a way that’s just for me.”

Alter!Keith “Of course I want to soak in that for as long as possible—even if it’s just one second longer.”

Emma “Ah...!”

His fingers had pulled up my skirt and slowly crept up my thighs.

He caressed my skin, teasingly, perhaps testing it, and a sweet tingling sensation swelled deep inside my body.

Then, as he stripped me of my clothes, he carefully caressed my entire body...

Emma “Keith . . . I’m already . . .”

Alter!Keith “Already what?”

Emma “Ng. . .”

He kissed the inside of my leg, leaving red marks.

More marks were left not only on my neck and chest, but also on the inside of my thighs, and the tingling sensation made my body ache even more.

(Ah...)

Suddenly, my gaze met Alter!Keith’s golden eyes, damp with heat.

Though they held traces of hesitation and doubt, there was something stronger within them—an undeniable impulse.

(…Maybe I misunderstood something.)

(That hesitant touch… yes, it was probably because he questioned his own desire to reach out.)

(But at the same time, it might have also been a reflection of just how desperately he wanted to touch me—)

(How he was barely keeping that overwhelming urge in check.)

(Alter!Keith acknowledged his fear. And because he acknowledged it…)

(He wants to cherish each moment more deeply than ever—to love every second for what it’s worth. I can feel that.)

(And I think... that feeling is only growing stronger with each passing day.)

Emma “Keith…”

I reach out my arms, and Alter!Keith gently lowers my legs and gathers me into a warm embrace.

As our skin touched, I felt as though I might melt into his warmth.

Emma “I’m going to love you so much it’ll make you blush, Alter!Keith.”

Emma “So please… love me even more in return.”

Alter!Keith “You don’t have to tell me.”

Alter!Keith “Because of you, I’ve completely forgotten how to hold myself back.”

The moment a kiss fell on my forehead, the heat melted our bodies together.

Emma “Mm… ah…”

Even though he was taking me so fiercely, the arms holding me were endlessly sweet and gentle.

As if the desire to love and the desire to be loved were coexisting in perfect harmony.

(Please… love me even more.)

(Because I’ve always loved you, Keith.)

(I’ll keep pouring out this overwhelming love—so much that it’ll make you laugh in disbelief.)

(So that Keith can truly feel that I’m here, right beside him.)

Even as our bodies and hearts melted into one, we continued to long for each other.

――To not let a single drop of overflowing love go to waste.

[goldenhoneybeeresources]

random sentence starters!

literally set a timer and just put down the first things i thought of to see what would happen 🤷‍♀️ headsup they will not all sound like normal conversation bites!

"i'd ask why you're like this but it's kind of my fault so. oops."

"i know the swearing says otherwise but i promise i'm having fun and this is actually hilarious to me"

"you hear that? that's the sound of a nap calling, and i'm gonna answer"

"if you think about it, red is the most versatile color just on vibes"

"what's the game? i want checkers"

"okay does it look like my hand was a little shaky or does it look like i spent the last 3 nights in a row going clubbing and crying, it's an important distinction"

"sometimes i just want to DISCO and not PANIC thank you"

"if i turn around right now there better not be a single thing out of place"

"do you think the grass ever wishes it's in a different yard the way people do"

"i don't have time or money for proper therapy so i'm going to go scream in my car with my music at full volume"

"there is nothing that cannot be fixed by having tiny versions of things"

" did you just ask what happened? it's fine don't worry about it"

"i'm going to need you to repeat that so i can process it correctly"

"[name's] knowledge about this is kindergarten level, sorry for any inconvenience"

"we don't have the chocolate needed to deal with this so i'm gonna go shopping first"

"decisions? no no, i don't make those, pass"

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 9 batchersss

Let's do it 🤟

The Bad Batch 1x05

"I get my own comm device?" she's so excited and it's so big on her lil arm 🥺🤲

Wrecker working out with Gonky

Echo: "the jedi trusted him" Tech: "the jedi who are all dead" bro 💀 I mean he has a point but still

dad batch telling Omega her comm isn't a toy...

*2 seconds later* Omega sneaking off to use her comm as a toy 😂

Echo and Hunter mom and dad going through the rules with Omega

(fun fact my mum knows their rules because I say them to her lmao)

Tech's reaction to seeing Cid's place is literally "charming 👀" oml he's roasting her before he even meets her I love him sm

the two guys Ahsoka set free !!! on Oba diah !!!

Hunter: 'who is Cid?' Echo: 'I literally have no idea' 💀

Tech: "that would've been information to share earlier" brooo his sass level as at an all time high this ep 👑

TURN AROUND RN BOYS ITS NOT WORTH IT

Omega is so smart fr 💕

Echo mom grabbing Omega's hand before she touches the sharp thingy

CID WHY TF DO YOU HAVE CLONE HELMETS IN YOUR STUPID LITTLE OFFICE LIKE THEYRE DECORATIONS

I don't hate a lot of star wars characters, but Cid is definitely one of them now ngl

DONT DO IT BOYS IT'S A TRAP

Wrecker and Omega high five 💕💕💕💕

Cid called Wrecker "it" I'm- 😡

Wreckers headaches are getting worse 🥲🙃

I know someone has spoken about this before but I just cannot get over the way Omega hugs her little clone doll when she finds out some people are sold and treated like property 😭💔 it's like poetry but not the nice kind

Omega: "poor Muchi she looks scared" 🤲

another fun fact my dad says this all the time hehe oops (no my parents have not seen tbb)

oop Hunter dad told Omega to stay on the ship

shhh they're sneaking 🤫

I MISS THEM SO BAD THEYRE DOING MISSION THINGS LIKE "Echo, sitrep" idk it just feels so tcw I'm emotional 🥲

Wrecker hits his head count: 5

Hunter and Tech got the zappy net oop

Omega: "now she's a bad batcher" screaming, crying, kicking my feet, throwing myself across the room

Omega always calls for Hunter first 🥺

STOP ZAPPING OUR BOYS 😡

Wrecker trying to comfort the lil green baby 🥲

Tech's dramatic sigh count: 583

Omega has the brain cell this ep fr

THE TALKING WITHOUT WORDS GETS ME EVERY FREAKING TIME I SWEAR

ew get ur crusty feral slaver ass outta here, skug

lmao Echo shouting to Omega like 'we are unarmed pls arm us' 😂

WAIT I saw someone posting about this, if anyone knows what I'm talking about pls tag the op or something please !! but they were talking about how Echo seems so willing to work with Omega in the field, like he trusts her despite her being a child, possibly because he'd worked alongside Ahsoka as a child, like for him it's normal to work with a child soldier. so while the rest of the batch are like ??? how to talk to babies ??? Echo is giving her battlefield instructions and gives her a bit more 'freedom' (for lack of a better word) in the field

lmao Wrecker's way of distracting the guards is to take out some guy's ankles 💀

"I wasn't sneaking... I was unlocking" YESSSS OMEGAAAA 🥰💕👑🙌

screwdriver hand go brrr

Echo: "the rancor is Muchi???" 🤨🙃 poor baby just needs a nap fr

okay but Hunter just throws Echo's pack at him from like 10ft away 💀 then Wrecker immediately throws him his helmet 👀 yes I watched it multiple times 🤫

Echo again !! he straight up volunteers to take Omega with him 💕

Tech is an ipad kid

OMEGA GRABBING THE LITTLE GREEN BABY'S HAND 🥺

get them Muchi !! tear those slavers apart !!! (insert evil Nimona face)

Wrecker's big nod to slide his helmet over his face properly teehee

Wrecker hits his head count: 6

Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the whip. Hunter grabbing the-

do not ask me how many times I've watched this scene... just don't

but the answer is yes

anyway back to being normal lmao

Omega finding her laser bow 🙌 !!! + Echo mom calling aftet her lololol

Muchi thrashed that slaver pet fr

Wrecker: 'challenge accepted' *fights rancor*

Bib Fortuna and the guards for the ot vibes 🥰

Omega riding Muchi !!! very Fett of her hehe

"I'm good with secrets" yeah and I'm good at going to bed before 3am 🙄 pfft good with secrets my ass Ciddarin 😠

tysm for joining again friends 💕 I actually meant to post this yesterday but I fell asleep oopsie

but I'm running out of time lolol so I'm gonna have to watch a few eps a day now !!

who else is terrified for s3 👀

It's almost 3am and these are the only 2 pics I can find from this ep 🥲 feel free to reblog and add more 💕

[thebluestbluewords]

Friday means WIP day

Censored for tumblr-safe audiences, this is the current WIP section of my endless ot5 series. (There’s a nsft section directly before this, but the important part to know is that it’s a little Ben/Carlos ice cream date and they’re having a great time and no angsty plot-relevant conversations happened directly before this :) )

+

 “Do you want to try a bite?” Ben tries instead, holding out his ice cream. It’s pretty good. His pack only ever shares food with each other, but he gets to be a part of that now, because they’re his. And he’s theirs. And sometimes, when the stars and their schedules align, he gets to take one or more of them out on ice cream dates in town, because his people deserve to have nice things like ice cream and time spent in the sun, and Ben can help give that to them. 

Carlos takes Ben’s wrist to steady the cone. “You’re too kind.” he says drily, and takes a bite out of the side of it. Not a giant bite, like Mal would take when she feels like being annoying, but a normal-sized bite, appropriate to have when you’re sharing with a close friend. Because they’re in public, and they’re good friends, who are having new experiences together. 

The ice cream is pink, and there’s a little smear of it on Carlos’s lip as he lets go of Ben’s wrist and does something very important and attention-worthy with the ice cream in his mouth. Or maybe it’s not attention-worthy, and Ben just likes looking at his mouth. 

Either way. 

“Right. Uh, I give this flavor a ten out of ten.” Ben says, in the most normal possible way. “It’s really good. I think I’ll get it with the blueberry drizzle next time.” 

“Yeah? What flavor is it?” Carlos asks. His eyes are bright, like he’s teasing, and he knows that Ben’s distracted by the gorgeous curve of his mouth. Like he knows Ben won’t remember the answer. “If it’s so good, maybe I’ll try it next time.” 

“Strawberry…cheesecake?” Ben guesses. It’s strawberry something, and it really is good. If they were going directly back to school, he’d bring some home for Mal to try. 

“Shortcake?” 

Oops. “Right, that’s the one. It really is good. You can steal another bite if you want.” 

“Hmm,” Carlos makes a considering noise, and then takes a huge, crunching bite of his own cone instead. “Noted. Can we head on soon? I wanna get some of the stuff in the toy store for Jay.”  

“Sure. Am I funding this adventure?” 

Carlos blinks at him. “Do you want to help me cover Jay in silly string?” he asks finally, with the general tone of someone who is talking to a particularly stupid child. “If you’re too busy I can buy a can or two myself.” 

“With the size of cans these days, I think you’ll need at least four to cover him entirely,” Ben says thoughtfully. “Unless that’s not the goal, in which case I still think you should buy at least four cans, because then you can plant the extras in the girl’s room and try to divert any revenge onto them.”

Carlos grins, and it feels like Ben’s heart is going to burst. Like this is it, this is where he’s meant to be, and what he’s meant to be doing. “Unbelievable!” he crows, voice rising in a familiar teasing cadance.  “I cannot believe that the king of Auradon would stoop so low as to try and frame an innocent bystander for his crimes!” 

“The girls are hardly innocent,” Ben points out, but he’s laughing now, and it’s hard to get the words out. “And I hardly think it’s a crime to cover your roommate in silly string when he so clearly deserves it.” 

“That’s what you think!” Carlos crows, delighted and loud about it. “I’m hearing direct support from the kingdom of Auradon here!” 

Ben swallows back his laughter. “Am I wrong?” 

“Silly string is a crime worthy of a thousand prank-backs.” Carlos says seriously. “If  you’re funding this, we’re getting enough for everyone, and it’s a war we’re starting.”

There’s a right answer here, and it’s obviously the one that’s going to end with silly string all over their rooms. 

“Sure, I’ll start a war for you,” Ben says, like that’s a normal thing for him to say to anybody. It’s probably not something he should be saying so lightly, especially not in public, but it’s also true. He would start a war for any of them. He’s not exactly a perfect judge when it comes to the isle kids, but in his biased opinion, if there is anyone in the world who deserves to have people who are so devoted that they would start a war, it’s his family. “But I want no credit for whatever nonsense happens after we plant the extra cans around the school.” 

Carlos grins up at him, close and warm and slightly sticky. “Does this make me Helen of Troy?” 

“I don’t think I’m much of a Menelaus.” 

“You can be Paris. Mal can be Menelaus, and you can steal me away from her and launch the war of a lifetime.” 

“And the silly string….” Ben says, grinning back. “That’s just a casualty of the war?” 

“Exactly. And you’re funding it, so let’s go before they sell out of purple.” 

[overtsexting]

Hey can you tell us your headcanons for Kaze and Saizo?

Oh oops i totally forgot to answer this 😭

under a cut! i ramble

Hmmm, to me they are very much about separation and longing. Their father dies, and then Kaze watches his brother leave for a long time. When he comes back, he’s different, both in that he’s lost an eye and in his personality. I don’t imagine they were the closest of siblings when they were small, since they both have somewhat reserved personalities, but any closeness they did have is completely gone at this point. There’s an invisible chasm separating them. Kaze watches him, and there’s so much he wonders about, so much he wants to ask, so much pain that he can see but can’t share in. But he’s silent.

And obviously this goes two paths. In one, the rift between them is so big he cannot fathom how to reach across it. And one day he runs into the person who saved him before, that crazy person controlling the most bloodthirsty army in the world, who managed to take a fortress without killing a single soul. If his relationship with his brother were better, I think he would hesitate more at this point. But as things stand, he believes their quiet, awkward relationship to be unmendable. So he deserts from his homeland, never to fight alongside his brother again. Meeting him on the battlefield is devastating, and meeting him again in mokushu is likely even worse. Conquest!Kaze will likely always be saddled with guilt, and a longing for “what could have been.”

Alternatively, he does reach out. They do reconnect, Saizo does share with him what happened. He vows to shoulder the burden of their father’s death together. And suddenly, they’re…close? Not in the way the siblings of the royal family are close, but in their own way. They talk now sometimes, they spar, and the silences between them are no longer awkward or filled with unvoiced questions. I imagine Kaze doesn’t know what to do with this—he spent so long wishing things could go back to “normal,” like before their father died, but he never truly imagined what that would look like. The most confusing part is that the longing doesn’t leave. Before, he longed to reach out to him. But now that he has reached out, what exactly is he longing for? Why does it feel like there's something missing, like he wants something?

if you’re looking for something more like soft shippy headcanons rather than just… overview of their relationship, i’ll try hehe

I think they’re very soft. Their love language is one of touch, not so much words. Kaze can comfort Saizo much better with a hand on his cheek than with words of comfort. Also, once they’ve reconnected, they can say a lot to each other with just a glance.

Since their relationship is so natural, so quiet, I think they do a Very good job of hiding it. Saizo is probably pretty guilty about hiding it from Ryoma though, so they might tell him at some point.

Saizo gets Very jealous of all the girls who randomly shower Kaze with presents. Kaze tries to remind him that this has always happened, and it’s never worked on him, but Saizo won’t listen. In his jealousy he starts trying to buy Kaze better gifts, but he’s not actually all that good at it. Kaze however absolutely treasures the silly things Saizo gives him. He finds the jealousy kind of endearing.

When Saizo has clearly had a rough day, Kaze greets him by wordlessly removing his mask and giving him a kiss. I wrote a drabble like this

Saizo can actually be pretty handsy and possessive when they’re alone. Especially if he’s seen a lot of girls eyeing Kaze—girls Kaze probably didn’t even notice.

that is all i can think of for now!! enjoy the saizokaze

[dogwittaablog]

i think she probably had met him once cause supposedly her dad is an OHL coach, but she’s defiantly boosting it for clout. like i’ve met a ton of hockey players and they’re normal guys but would never describe them as “nice and respectful” as many times as she does

*IM GOING TO BE STANDING ON BUSINESS WITH THIS POST*

So I never even knew she existed till that submission I got, and weirdly all of a sudden I kept getting a bunch of messages all at the same time in this same text/grammar/punctuation format LMAO… which concludes to me she defs sent them in.

I tragically did a deep dive into her blog before I formed opinions and speculations, just to see if anything wasn’t actually bs. Though the more I read the more sus I got about a bunch of stuff.

She allegedly claims she’s known or was around Nolan and her family when she was young, because their dads golfed together (I literally do not think his dads much of a golfer either lmaooo) + her dad and his uncle were coaches together… Anytime a question is brought up about Nolan she constantly brushes it off cause she wants to respect his privacy… listen if I genuinely know people personally or have the respect for them as she claims, I wouldn’t even be entertaining one word let alone let it be known that I even know them… on a blog… 😭💀

Bro I fr don’t even want to get into the her having two kids and her having a child allegedly at 16, not that it’s even a issue, cause not my problem, but their is something sus about that whole ass thing too. She also seems to constantly wanting to lie or hide about her age, or not disclose it… which I find weird, cause if you do the math even by her kids alleged ages you’d know she’s at least early 20’s but claim she’s in her mid 20’s, idek. It’s probably some literal teen running it. Respectfully if I had 2 kids I wouldn’t be up on some Tumblr blog posting what she posts??? Something about the way she writes in terms of punctuation comes off juvenile. Nothing radiates baby mama of 2… oops. Also the sus life story idek man.

(One of her post regarding nolpats)

So as I said she’s someone who claims to know nolan on a not super close but a still personal level lol. Yet says he doesn’t have any reputation… be for real with me 💀💀💀 “cause no one is really that aware of him”. You could pay me with a cheese burger to personally fly out to Winnipeg to ask people around and I bet you they’d know who the kid is also Winnipeg isnt huge and the communities are small, everyone mutually knows each other especially when you’re born and raised there. Nothing adds up to her even knowing him.

Also claiming she’s on his private account, I’m sure babe… that account is strictly for family and friends he’s known closely for years. Not some random that allegedly got pregnant at 16 and then left Winnipeg for 4+ years (as she’s said) and never was in contact with him for years LMAOOOO. Also to publicly claim you’re on it too, interesting.

Long story short I’m sorry home girl @ urhockeymilf you defs are making up half to all of or pre much everything you’ve claimed… I know you send yourself submissions too on your own blog… so I cannot wait for your submissions in my inbox after you potentially see this.

I’ll also add I do run this blog myself but I won’t be stupid enough to start claiming I PERSONALLY know anyone. I share info I gather from others, and express they’re just rumours and speculations, and when making points on why I think something seems true I’ll always try to provide proof and a logical answer to why, rather then just talking out my ass or making shit up lmao.

[shaysplanet]

Hey Shay! I believe I shifted last night into a dream. I recently read Neville Goddard's book Power of Awareness and I've been doing that one attention exercise recommended there. Following your actions backwards, from the last thing you did before bed to the first thing you did when you woke up.

My dream started with me on a bus, then I decided to do the exercise and follow my tracks back to see where I was before. I ended up in a uni campus and once I was there, everything felt so real and I did a reality check by counting my fingers; I counted 5 and my hand was normal?? It didn't change shape, it was my hand. Then I tried to ground myself. Everything was... Not "realistic", but "real".

Anyway, the thing is, I kept getting in and out of the shift. One moment I was there and then the next I was drifting away into a lucid dream. I tried to keep my attention as long as possible by touching things to feel the texture to ground myself, (I couldn't think of anything else at that moment). At one point I asked a woman if this was a dream, she seemed concerned lol, then she looked at my concerned friends because I was freaking them out too, oops. I was sure that I shifted, I still think so, but why did I keep drifting into a lucid dream? Was that really a shift? The way I remember that moment is different than how I remember a dream, it feels like a memory. But why couldn't I stay stable in that moment? What can I do to fix it?

#95

so yes I do believe this was a shift! congratulations on that!! sounds like you found something that works for you!!!!

I cannot answer for why you kept returning back into the dream besides the fact that the singular time I shifted from a lucid dream into tvd, I also felt incredibly unstable and couldn’t remain (for lack of better words) “grounded” until a really strong scent from the men’s restroom gagged tf outta me! lmaoo. perhaps you need to engage one of your senses, tactile is easiest and touch something if you encounter this problem again.

[count-doodoo]

no ur right we bare bears is an excellent ace in the hole

i do agree that the jedi and republic had a shit relationship, but imo they were both bad for each other. they were a messy codependent couple who relied too blindly on each other. personally, i fault the republic for that more than the jedi -- the senate had too much political power over the jedi. in cases like legends galidraan, maybe the jedi should've done better due diligence, and maybe following orders isn't an excuse -- but issuing those orders was still worse. the jedi should've said no, but were they really in a position to do so? and either way, the bigger should've is that the senate never should've asked.

(and the even bigger should've not is Every War Crime Dooku Later Decided To Commit Fully On His Own Terms.)

and -- just... the entirety of the clone wars is a galaxy at war that i don't know would've been at war if any Normal People had to think about actually fighting it. if the republic had to face normal, real costs to fighting, instead of sending a bunch of magic and enhanced individuals -- all sort of mystical figures that the civilian will never have to relate to, by dint of birth -- to fight for them.

honestly though, all said... idk if there's really ANY perfectly healthy system for children born with supernatural abilities beyond their communities' understanding. diversity matters, but so does meaningful community -- one that can truly understand and support you. so do when those children are so rare and spread out... is time with their birth community more important, or time with a community that can properly support them? and then for training... it's a risk to train them, it's a risk to not train them (because we've seen too many "oops i had an Emotion and now i destroyed a bunch of shit" moments in canon). do they inherently owe the universe something more because they have special abilities? or do they need to be regulated in a way different from "normal" individuals? what do we do about the fact that they're inherently more dangerous, but no less sapient? because they're dangerous, maybe, but they're not all dangers -- they cannot be punished for their nature alone. how do we deal with that? the answer is certainly not to just kill them all. and if you have the power to save the world, is it wrong to decide not to, especially if others don't share that power?

in the end: what does it mean to be good when there are no right answers? what does it mean to be good, but not for a certain position? for me, the jedi were wrong and they were flawed and they played a part in their own demise -- but they were still, on the whole, good. they were trying, in a scenario they couldn't win. the senate, the sith? not so much.

tldr: no one should ever give me an opening to talk about anything, wow

sometimes i feel like it'd be easier to get all star wars fans to agree that dooku's first name is yan (a fully made up fanon thing) than it would be to get them to agree that the jedi were good and didn't deserve genocide (a fully fundamental canon thing)

[frontmansbitch]

Do u write smut cause if you do i have an request can you please write this so yk when the frontman in ep 1 hes chilling and just drinking whiskey so imagine if the reader is riding his cock while he degrades reader

Red Light, Green Light (Front Man x Reader)

♡ Synopsis || Reader got a special invite to watch the ‘Red Light, Green Light’ game with the Front Man alone, until things take a more alluring turn..

♡ Content warnings || Superior + subordinate relationship (consensual), bulging, kissing, grinding, riding, over-stimulation, dom + sub, some degrading and humiliation, slight mentions of death and violence

♡ Author’s note || ajdkajjweofj sorry for the late answer, I am really bad at writing and idk how this stuff works. The same applies to all my other requests, but please keep them coming ;( I was intending this to be some hardcore porn, but it turned out a bit too soft and fluffy oops. Hope I didn’t write him too OOC. Regardless of my incapability to write, I still wish to fulfil and meet your expectations, so hope you enjoy!

+ The Reader does not have a specified gender or sex in this! They can be whatever you want them to be. And the position of the Reader in relation to the Front Man is not specified either, he is just a superior to them. They can be whatever you want them to be, a pink soldier, a normal person, you name it!

The difference on this floor was noticeable. No one else was here, which makes sense as this was the leader’s floor. The Front Man specifically asked only you to be here to watch the first game with him. It was a strange request, but you didn’t have a say in this. After navigating your way around the hallway, you find the room. The TV was turned on and he was already waiting for you inside, occupying the only chair in sight.

“You’re late,” he called out. “The game is about to begin. Take a seat.” You use this opportunity to look around. It was quite a sophisticated room, you expected no less. You watch him pour whiskey into the two empty glasses beside him. It was then when you realised you could see the back of his head rather than his hoodie. Does he have his mask off? Is he trusting you to see his face?

Without making eye contact, resisting the temptation to look at his face, you take a seat on the ground. “You can take your mask off, nobody else is expected to be here,” he said.

“Thank you, sir.” Guess your loyalty paid out. Even though hiding your identity here was reasonable, it was hard breathing in this thing. Taking your mask off, you try to sit in a comfortable position without destroying your surroundings. There wasn’t any other chair in this room, and you wouldn’t want to ruin his furniture anyway. The game had begun and one player already got eliminated. The death was quick but brutal, and frankly quite depressing, but you knew what you signed up for. You couldn’t let the games affect you personally.

“Come closer,” the Front Man suddenly said. “You cannot see anything from down there.” Listening to his orders, you walk closer to him, until you can almost see his face.

“Where would you like me to sit, sir?”

“Here,” he responds. You weren’t quite sure what he meant until you realised the empty space in between his thighs. No, he couldn’t mean that, get your head out of the gutter.

“Is there a problem?” he asked. His eyes locked right into yours, and for the first time, you saw his face. He was gorgeous. He was way more than anything you imagined. Without making him wait longer, you take a deep breath and rest in between his legs. So… comfortable. The screaming and gunshots on the TV were getting louder, but you could barely pay attention to what was going on. The Front Man turned on some slow jazz music as the deaths intensified. Fly me to the moon... a classic. You could feel the Front Man’s glaze on you, observing you instead of the TV. You could barely keep yourself tamed with all this, but you knew you had to control yourself in order to not humiliate yourself. It was almost as if he was trying to see you get all riled up. Wait… Fuck.

You felt something poke below your waist. Oh god… Now you were getting restless, this is just what he wanted. Taking a bigger breath, you try to hold yourself together, but was it the right thing to do? Was he testing you, or implying something? What is he even testing? The thoughts scattered in your brain stopped for a brief moment as you felt his arm wrap around your body, pulling you closer.

You turn to look at his face in a way as if you were asking for permission. He grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss. He holds you by your waist and interlocks your fingers in his own as you spread your legs over his thighs, not breaking his face from yours. Heat built up in your face, the passion spreading down from his mouth down into your body, spiking straight into your heart. Your body began to grow impatient and started grinding on this crotch at a rhythmic speed. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore...

His hand slipped under your top and grabbed your chest, trying to tear off everything. “Needy bitch,” he said after huffing into your face. He started taking off his own cloak as you took off your top. Gunshots played in the background periodically, you couldn’t give a shit about those anymore. Sweat built up on your forehead. You couldn’t wait any longer. You grab down onto his dark pants, but he quickly grabs your wrist.

“Red light,” he suddenly said. Oh shit, you forgot about your obedience, but is he really doing this right now? “Show me how useful you are, then you can deserve it.”

“Yes sir,” you reply.

“Green light,” he says. You continue to drag your body on his groin, making sure he felt every bit of it. He looked at you attentively, puffing from the tension. He takes everything off below your midriff, leaving you completely empty naked from your waist down.

“Look at you down there in your fuckhole, all sticky and disgusting. You are going to ruin my clothes,” he says. He pulls down his pants slightly, exposing his massive boner already glazed with precum. He unexpectedly sticks a finger into your entrance, making you moan from the impact. “Red light.” He cuts you off. Now he was the one pumping you up, and you could do nothing but cuff your hands onto your mouth. He slowly positions you and slips in the tip of his dick into you.

You take a big gulp and look at the man holding you up in approval. He slides in his length a little more into you. “Aah-” you cry out, not being able to contain your anticipation.

“Filthy slut,” he muttered. “Already all riled up over nothing.” He pushes you down deeper, making you grab onto his shoulders. Your insides stretched out, making room for him. Slowly, he makes you sink down until you took on his entire length. Yor moans cried out of your throat, tears trying to push out of your eyes. After resting to adjust, you slowly look him in the eyes, allowing him to continue.

Your interiors quivered as he bounced you on him. Right as you could keep up with his pace, you wrap your arms around him, picking up the speed, forgetting to wait your turn.

“So impatient, I expected better from a whore like you,” he said disappointedly. Despite his cold remark, he wrapped his arms warmly around your waist. “Green light,” he finally says, letting you go at your own tempo. Your body raced on him through your burning passion, letting out everything you have kept inside for the past long weeks. The force of each impact shook you, but you pulled all your muscles together and forced yourself to recover with all your energy. You swayed your hips in motion, hearing him grunt at each collision. After a long moment of you recoiling yourself in and out of him, he moves his hands down on your thighs. “Red light,” he says, taking the action now.

He pounded inside of you, thrusting his hips deep inside. You were nothing more than a servant to him. He used you as his own cock sleeve, shoving himself in and out of you. There was nothing you could do to control yourself anymore. “I’m-” you try to warn, but it was too late. You fling your head back from the excitement and let yourself cry out, while still craving more. Your insides started to hurt as his throbbing shaft still kept moving. You wondered how he was still going, but you really did not want him to stop. He continued to penetrate into your passage as he picked up momentum. After a long period of him using your heavy body as a fleshlight, he pushes you down on him as he exclaims, stuffing you with his love. His cum filled you up, as you dropped your body weight down onto him.

Your body is collapsed onto him, resting on his lean body, panting on each other’s necks. He slightly pecks on your scruff, making small marks as he went. After catching his breath, he lifts you up and rests you onto the chair sprawled out.

“You can relax out here as long as you need,” he says as he slowly puts his clothes back on.

“What about you?” you asked at his sudden departure.

“I need to make sure everything is still in place,” he responds. Right, he was the Front Man here after all. He slowly walks over to you and brushes your head off your forehead.

“Promise you won’t take too long?” you say, for once breaking your obedience with curiosity. He kisses your brow.

“I won’t,” he whispers towards you. Putting his mask back on, he walks out of the room, closing the door. After gaining your consciousness back, you sit up and grab your glass of whiskey. You take a large sip as you use the remote to turn the music up, waiting for a long night.

[aestophobia]

look, I know you said ask about Six of Crows but…like…do you have any sickfic-related headcanons for Ride the Cyclone, cause I’ll take all of ‘em :)

OH MY GOD YESYESYES

sickfics are my most pleasured guilty pleasure i desperately need more about them in this fandom🙏🙏 (also nischa is my main rtc ship so there may be hints towards that oops)

-ocean is so annoying to take care of when she's sick she blatantly refuses to rest until she literally cannot keep going

-often times this results in constance trailing after her all but begging ocean to accept help

-noel is also kind of annoying but in a self pitying woe is me way also there's like a 50% chance that he will also refuse help simply because of his pride

-he will go from "fuck off i'm fine." to "i'm dying." in the span of two minutes

-he also cannot stand being alone when he's sick because he needs the distraction so he always has his mother or one of the members of the choir around

-he's also extremely emotional in contrast to being usually pretty apathetic, he will yell at you or just like. start crying. without warning so nobody actually wants to be around him

-mischa is the opposite

-he isolates himself from everyone so as to not be seen in a moment of weakness (talia is the one person he will talk to unless noel is around)

-he just falls off the grid all his social media followers are like ?? because he usually posts stuff every few hours

-ricky just stays home and goes online all day when he's sick

-he won't blatantly tell anyone he's sick but if they ask he won't deny it

-unless it's funny and ironic

-"you weren't at school yesterday, were you sick or something?" "no i was on the moon." "okay then..?"

-penny DISAPPEARS without a word

-she doesn't answer any texts, she just vanishes

-when she gets back she acts like nothing ever happened

-"dude where were you??" "what are you talking about? :)"

-constance is the only one who can be normal

-she stays home but she tells the choir she's not going to be at school so they (ocean) don't worry

-she actually takes care of herself like she should so she's usually back a day later

[writing-multifandoms]

Avengers + others reacting to reader passing out/getting dizzy.

( headcanons )

REQUESTS ~ CLOSED

The whole team ( like everyone ) :

Peter and Bruce notice the signs first. The way your eyes are glazed over. Whoever is closest to you will grab your arm if you sway or stumble forward.

It kinda depends on why you're feeling faint. If it's because of sickness, Bruce will definitely give you an IV so that you start to get better

If it's because of not sleeping, don't be surprised if they drag you to your room and make you go to sleep for like the whole day.

If it's because you haven't ate, then everyone will start arguing over what you should eat. While everyone is arguing, Steve and Bruce sneak away to the kitchen and get you some chocolate and a glass of orange juice

If there's no reason, then they will make sure to have you sit or lay down. They will also always keep a closer eye on you.

Tony Stark

He probably will tease you about being clumsy. He might even make a little joke or comment about it. Once he realizes that you are dizzy, he instantly goes into action.

If you start to pass out and he cannot reach you in time, he'll have one of his suits get around you so that you don't injure yourself falling.

If you don't wake up pretty much immediately, he's going to get Bruce. He might joke at first but he's still worried about you.

If he does reach you in time, he's going to wrap him arm firmly but gently around your waist. Once your eyes slide close, he picks you up and waits for a few moments. If you don't wake up, he'll take you to Bruce.

Steve Rogers :

He's literally by your side as soon as you stagger to the left. He starts rambling off questions. Asking if you had eaten that day or if you are sleepy.

When you pass out from the overwhelming wave of vertigo, his worry triples. He checks your pulse quickly before picking up your limp form.

It doesn't matter if you were only unconscious for three seconds. He is still taking you to Bruce. He deeply cares for you and would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to you.

He also hovers slightly now. He wants to be close enough to make sure that you are feeling okay and not feeling like you are going to pass out.

Bucky Barnes :

" You okay there, doll?" He says as he moves closer.

Once he gets closer, he gets his answer. You feel the room spinning and you blindly grab whatever is close to you. Turns out is was Bucky's metal arm.

He positions his body to where his normal arm wraps around your waist. He doesn't want to hurt you with his metal arm. He guides you to the closest couch and gets a good look at you.

He is trying to get to the bottom of your dizziness when you end up losing consciousness. Bucky immediately yells for Bruce and checks your pulse.

When you wake up, you're in Bucky's bed, a IV in your arm.

" You gave me quite a scare there, doll."

Thor :

If you get lightheaded on Asgard he takes you to the healers immediately. He's is super worried about you. You mean the world to him.

If you get dizzy on earth, he takes you to Bruce. Will not hesitate to pick you up when he sees the way your eyes glaze over.

Will freak out even more if you end up passing out in his arms. He holds you close in his arms. If you are injured and pass out in battle, Thor is p i s s e d.

When that happens he will not hesitate to kill all nearby enemies, his eyes glowing a deep blue as rage clouds him.

Loki :

He'll react similar to Tony. He most likely will tease you about it and make some smart comments about it.

But the moment, your eyes flutter, he teleports to your side. He's a trickster and likes joking around sometimes. But, he will actually draw a line when it comes to your health or your well being.

Demands Bruce to make sure that you are okay. The good thing is, Loki can teleport/shape shift.

So if he notices from far away that you are close to fainting, he'll immediately be by your side, to make sure you don't fall.

May or may not tease you though.

" You fainted directly into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you did not have to resort to such extremes."

Stephen Strange :

Okay if it's before his accident, he will immediately check you out. He's also a " I told you so." Type of guy so don't be surprised if he scolds you.

He will be worried if you end up passing out. Will take you to the hospital but won't let anyone but him and Christine check you out.

If it's after the accident, then you are kind of in luck. He has been more aware of his thoughts. If he notices that you look like you are able to collapse, he won't hesitate to use his powers.

He'll freeze everything to get to your side. He'll resume time when his arm is snug around your waist. Does panic a bit if you end up passing out. Won't let you do anything for the rest of the day.

If you end up passing out before he can freeze time, his cloak will always beat him to getting to you. His cloak will keep you upright so that strange can pick you up.

Peter Parker :

He could sense something was off. He was worried as he made his way to your side.

" Y/N, you oka-"

You fainted out of nowhere, your eyes rolling back in your head as your knees buckled. He was able to stop you from falling.

He had caught you with a web, a string of strong material had latched on your back. This was good enough until peter was able to get in front of you. You slumped forward in his arms.

" Mr. Stark? What should i- d-d-do?" Fear was evident in his eyes.

" Hold tight, kid. I'll get Bruce."

You awaken three minutes later and Peter has tears in his eyes. He thought you were gone forever.

Bruce Banner

Instant worry. As soon as he notices you start to sway unsteadily on your feet, he's going to pick you up. He will do a thorough exam to try and get to the bottom of it.

If you do end up passing out, he'll catch you and lay your body on the exam table, making sure that you are comfortable. While he does your exam, he'll make sure to keep an hand on your hip to make sure that you won't end up slipping

He feels better if he can find a reason behind your fainting. However, if he can't, then he'll will just make a habit of checking up on you more to see if you are feeling okay.

Natasha Romanoff :

She was already super protective of you. She felt really worried when she noticed what state you were in. Discreetly wraps her arm around your waist and supports a good portion of your weight.

Her grip tightens on you when your knees start to buckle. If you end up passing out, she will lift you into her arms and go in search of Bruce.

She won't leave your side while you are being attended to. She will also hold your hand while you are out. This is so you will recognize her when you wake up so you won't be alone.

May or may not use you feeling dizzy as an excuse to cuddle extra close to you. That way if you do end up passing out she will be close to catch you. + More affection.

Wanda Maximoff :

If she cannot reach you in time when you begin to lose consciousness, she will definitely use her powers. She would levitate you as gently as she could.

It also depends on where you feel dizzy at as well. If you feel dizzy but you are out and about, she will discreetly being you close and wrap her arm around you to keep you upright and steady.

If you start to feel lightheaded at the compound, Wanda will fully use her powers to make sure that you are safe. She will also carry you to bed.

Will not let you get up unless it's to go to the bathroom.

Vision :

Starts asking you questions while guiding you to the nearest soft surface. If you do end up passing out, he will pull you into his arms. He will time how long you are out for. If it's longer than a minute, he's taking you to Bruce.

Also keeps you a little snack stash for whenever you feel lightheaded or feel faint. You have also noticed that he is starting to hover more ( literally and figuratively ). If he notices you start to sway, he'll go right behind you and gently grab you so that you lean back against his chest.

While doing this, Vision will also discreetly check your pulse and temperature, but most times when he does that you are too out of it to even notice.

Just naturally worried about you. He wants you to be happy and healthy so he always makes sure to ask if you are feeling alright. You should also use it to get more cuddles out of him. When you cuddle up to him suddenly out of the blue, he will immediately ask you if you are alright.

Sam Wilson

Takes you to Bruce immediately. No like for real. And don't even get him started if you do end up passing out. Sam loves you so much so he's going to make sure that you are good.

Definitely makes you eat real food. None of that instant stuff. Even if he has to make it himself. If it's stops you from feeling faint, then he's willing to do that for you.

CUDDLING.... MORE CUDDLING.

He is definitely one of those people who loves cuddling with their s/o. If you do end up passing out, he will definitely be taking you to Bruce.

If there is no reason for your fainting then Sam will put you in bed. He will also make sure that you are as comfortable as he can make you. He will also have your favorite snack/food and/or movie ready.

Might make a joke or two about it.

Clint Barton :

( I forgot him oops )

Okay, he's like a mix between Natasha and Tony. He would tease you a little but like the instant he sees that you are looking a little out of it, he kinda panics. He definitely hovers close to you. However long this spell goes on, he will have both hands on you.

Will drag you to Bruce of he has to. He doesn't play around when it comes to your health. Once Clint has you steady he will crack a joke or two after make sure that you're good.

" I guess you could say you're falling for me."

Is a lot more hesitant for you to go into battle. He's now like ten times more protective of you, especially if the enemies know about your fainting spells.

He feels a little better about it if there's a reason behind you feeling woozy. Of it's something that can be fixed like eating enough, he'll make sure he always has snacks/drinks on him when you are around. He'll pull you into his lap and will make sure you are straight .

[imstillhere-butallislost]

10 months on low dose Androgel timeline

I think the last one I did of these was at 7 months, oops. I started on 1 pump of 1% androgel, which has 12.5 mg of testosterone in each pump. Since December, I have been on 2 pumps a day. I have yet to have any blood work done, so i don’t know my levels. 

This is a timeline of the most recent, biggest changes. I have other posts about my earlier timeline in my Testosterone gel tag.

The *biggest* change these past few months have been my voice. It’s changed drastically from February to now, but I think it’s actually sort of levelled out recently. It was hard to speak loudly for a most of February and March, because my voice would try to go higher but I just didn’t have that range anymore, so it would crack or just, make no sound at all. I think, for the most part, that is over. I think this was just one voice drop and im sure more will come (I still sound androgynous too, but that could be because of speaking mannerisms rather than voice) but I’ve learned how to talk with my lower voice now, and can speak loudly without the problems i used to have. 

i went from my lowest, median, and highest of my voice being 176hz, 215hz, and 255hz respectively, to 96hz lowest, 137hz median, and 179hz highest, but those numbers do fluctuate a bit depending on day which is normal. It’s strange to see what used to be the lowest my voice went when talking is now the highest it goes. It’s been really great. 

I will say, that I am now at the point where i cannot play it off like im sick or anything when people ask about my voice. I have been specifically asked if i’m on testosterone, and people I haven’t seen in a while are shocked at my voice now. If you are someone thinking about low dose T to hide changes for as ling as you can from unsupportive people, I only got 10 months, and many people get less. you cannot guarentee when you will get what changed.

on to things besides voice. 

My arm and hand veins are,, extremely prominent when I get warm. It’s really interesting, gives me huge euphoria, but is also really weird to look at. 

My period hasn’t stopped yet, still gotten a lot lighter though which has been great.

My face has definitely changed, but in a way where it’s hard to tell what exactly has changed. i just know i look different. I just can’t really place how. My eyebrows are thicker, my skin looks different, but there’s something bigger that is just hard to see. 

I still don’t really pass in public, long hair androgynous voice and no binder will do that, but i’m really liking how everything is going so far. Genuinely I think going on T has just cured my depression??????? I’m only normal sad like once a month, not thinking about offing myself once a day. I didn’t think testosterone would change so much about how I feel, but it’s made me feel so much more calm and rational. I have a good grasp on my emotions, and they don’t consume me anymore. I’m able to think past them and make good decisions without letting my depression or anxiety or anger rule out my rational brain. That won’t be the experience for everyone, but it is mine. and it has been great. 

Also maybe expect a trans tape review soon idk, I’m getting some because my binder fits me on paper, but irritates my arms sooo much that it’s hard to wear. 

Feel free to ask any questions, I’d be happy to answer

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2020 - Updated

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No 1. LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

No 2. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY  "Pick Who Dies" | Collars | Kidnapped

No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

No 6. PLEASE.... "Get it Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

No 7. I'VE GOT YOU Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? "Don't Say Goodbye" | Abandoned | Isolation

No 9. FOR THE GREATER GOOD "Take Me Instead" | "Run!” | Ritual Sacrifice

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

No 11. PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying

No 12. I THINK I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

No 13. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

No 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

No 15. INTO THE UNKNOWN Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

No 19. BROKEN HEARTS Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor's Guilt

No 20. TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

No 22. DO THESE TACOS TASTE FUNNY TO YOU? Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

No 23. WHAT’S A WHUMPEE GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE? Exhaustion | Narcolepsy | Sleep Deprivation

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD... Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

No 27. OK, WHO HAD NATURAL DISASTERS ON THEIR 2020 BINGO CARD? Earthquake | Extreme Weather | Power Outage

No 28. SUCH WOW. MANY NORMAL. VERY OOPS. Accidents | Hunting Season | Mugged

No 29. I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR Intubation | Emergency Room | Reluctant Bedrest

No 30. NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury | Internal Organ Injury

No 31. TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE Experiment | Whipped | Left for Dead

Alternate Prompt List

Alt 1. Punctured

Alt 2. Falling

Alt 3. Comfort

Alt 4. Stitches

Alt 5. Stoic Whumpees

Alt 6. Altered States

Alt 7. Found Family

Alt 8. Adverse Reactions

Alt 9. Memory Loss

Alt 10. Nightmares

Alt 11. Presumed Dead

Alt. 12. Water

Alt. 13 Accidents

Alt. 14 Shot

Alt. 15 Carry/Support

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[libraryofloveletters]

Cake & Kisses

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Warnings: nothing really 

Category: fluff with like 0.01 angst if you squint 

Word Count: 2.8k (This one kind of ran away from me oops)

Author’s Note: This is for my darling @mrs-dr-reid, when I saw it was your birthday, I had to write a little something for you. Happy birthday again! <3

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The sun peeked through the curtains just as your alarm went off. Your boyfriend, Buck, had a habit of closing the curtains before he left for work which you didn’t mind on your days off but today, you couldn't wait to get out of bed. 

See, today was a special day. It was your birthday and Buck had been hinting all week that he had a surprise for you. 

“Babe?!” you shouted as you rolled out of bed.

Peering over the railing, you looked around for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found. You picked up your phone to find a few messages, birthday wishes from your mom and your siblings before you came across a text from Buck. 

From Buck: Headed into work early, covering for Eddie. Chris came down with something so he took him to the doctors. See you at work, love you 

To Buck: Okay, love you too 

Huh. No birthday wish. It was a bit strange considering how excited he was but you didn’t think anything of it. Maybe he would tell you at work. You replied to your siblings and just as you were going to reply to your mom, she called you. You spoke with her as you got ready for work. She wished you well before letting you go. 

The drive to the station was quicker than expected. Walking in, it seemed like a normal day, you went through your routine- changing, clock in and head up for breakfast. You braced yourself, hoping that maybe there was a surprise for you but nope, just a regular old day. Hen was sitting on the couch, her legs up on the table with Chimney beside her in the same position, both of them saying good morning as you passed by. You smiled at them on your way to the kitchen, your boyfriend had his back turned to you, he was getting a cup of coffee. 

Your arms wrap around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Hey you” you smile, Buck’s hand comes down to rest on top of yours, “good morning baby. Want some coffee?” he turns, a mug in his other hand. You sigh, looking up at your boyfriend- head tilted slightly with a small smile on your face. 

“What ?” he smiles too, his expression mirroring yours. Shaking your head, you smile, “nothing. You just look cute that's all.” 

“Hm, so do you” he leans, meeting you halfway before giving you a kiss. 

“I’ll be back love, I forgot my phone in my locker” you give his hip a squeeze before unwrapping your arms from him and heading down the stairs. Once you reach the locker room, you see Eddie in there. Knocking on the wall to give him a heads up, he turns to the door. “Oh hey” he smiles and turns back to his locker. 

“Hey, how’s Chris feeling ?” 

“Chris ?” he trails off, he was unsure what you were talking about. 

“Buck said Chris wasn’t feeling well. You took him to the doctors ?” leaning against the lockers, you look at Eddie. You watch as his confusion changes into understanding. 

“Oh yeah, stomach bug he picked up at school. Carla’s at home with him” he says, he gave you another smile before stepping out of the room. 

You find your phone and sit on one of the benches. You find a few more messages from your friends from high school and such - not that you didn’t appreciate them, it was just that none of the messages were from who you really wanted one from. Regardless, you said thank you and moved on. 

Heading back up to the kitchen,  the team had made themselves comfortable at the table and they were having a conversation until they saw you. The conversation stopped, they were all looking at you. 

“Come sit, breakfast is gonna get cold” Bobby smiles, nodding towards the chair beside Buck. 

You take a seat next to your boyfriend, he smiles at you as his hand comes down and rests on your thigh. “Did I interrupt something just now?” questioning, you take a sip of coffee which you soon realized was Buck judging by the overpowering sweetness. 

“We were just talking about the latest episode, Buck said you hadn't seen it yet” Hen tells you, you hum. 

Breakfast was interrupted by the sound of blaring alarms. Everyone loaded up onto the truck, you could feel the awkwardness building by the second. From Buck leaving early this morning, to Eddie seeming confused about taking Chris to the doctors and then the dropped conversation at breakfast- something was off today. 

Nonetheless, you pushed all the awkwardness aside and did your job. There was a little kid who gotten himself stuck at the top of a tree but his father couldn't go up to get him because the branch was about to break. The entire team wasn't exactly needed, Eddie got up on the ladder and got the little boy down. 

You were sitting on the curb of the street when Buck found you. “Hey, we’re about to leave.” the displeasure evident on your face, Buck sat beside you. 

“Are you okay babe ?” 

“What day is it today ?” 

“The 5th, why ?” 

“So you know what day it is then” 

“Well yeah” Buck chuckled, “are you sure you’re alright ?” he asked once more, you hummed before getting up and leaving him at the side of the road.

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The station was quiet, most of the team had left half an hour ago. Hen was on her way home to Karen and the kids, Chimney was going on a date with Maddie and Eddie was on his way home to his little boy. Your boyfriend Buck, also headed home because he was tired.

Bobby had made dinner and it didn’t seem fair for everyone to leave and have him be stuck with paperwork and dishes so you stuck around and tidied up a bit. After clearing the table and washing the dishes, as well as sticking the leftovers in the fridge, you head down to change and then go home. Seeing that it was empty, you took your sweet time changing. You were sitting on the bench, putting on your shoes when you saw Bobby coming towards you. 

“Did you clean the kitchen ?” he asks, stepping further into the locker room. 

“Yeah, I heard that you had some paperwork so it didn’t seem fair that you got stuck cleaning” you tell him. 

“Thank you,” he smiles and sits beside you, “did they all leave ?” 

“Yeah” you hum. 

Bobby nudged your shoulder with his, “Happy birthday y/n” he smiles, you look at him- shocked. “You remembered ?” “Of course, how could I not?” 

“Thanks” you give him another smile, which turns into a sigh. “What’s wrong ?”he asks you. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Isn't Athena waiting for you at home ?” 

“She’ll be okay if I'm a few minutes late, what’s on your mind kid?”  

“It’s just that you’re the only one that remembered” you admit to him quietly. 

“Your birthday ? Surely at least Buck remembered” he looks at you. 

You shake your head, sighing. “Sorry, I feel like dumb whining about it. It’s just a birthday you know ? I mean they’ve got busy lives, it’s fine” you tell him, you were trying to reassure yourself more than you were trying to convince Bobby. 

“Hey, don’t apologize.” He gives your hand a squeeze, “why don’t you come over? You can have dinner with Athena and I” 

“Thank you, but I couldn’t do that. I can’t crash your plans like that” 

“Y/n, I assure you that you wouldn’t be crashing our plans. Plus, she’s been asking me when she’s going to see you again” he chuckles and gets up, “come on. I’ll call her and let her know that we’re coming” Bobby reaches into his pocket for his phone when you get up, you follow him outside and then the two of you head towards his house. 

The whole drive over, you couldn’t stop thinking about how they forgot your birthday. You could understand everyone else- Hen, she had Karen and her family to think about. Eddie was worried about Chris who wasn't feeling the best right now and Chimney and Maddie had a baby on the way- but Buck, that one hurt. 

Bobby waited for you outside and both headed in. He stepped in first, shouting for Athena as he walked in. “Honey! I’m home! Y/n’s with me!” he shouted, stepping further into the house. Bobby walked down the stairs first, the house was quiet and you hadn't heard Athena answer him either.  You followed him in, shutting the door when you stepped in. As you round the corner, you see the living room was empty, Bobby now by the dining room table with Athena. 

“Y/n, sweetheart!” Athena called for you as she saw you. She made her way over, arms opened for a hug. “Happy birthday!” She pulls you in for a hug, your arms wrapping around her. 

“Thank you Athena,” you give her a smile. “Hopefully, I'm not ruining any plans” She leads you towards the table, her hand now resting on your back. 

“Not at all, actually we were just waiting on you” she says, your brows furrow and head tilts in confusion. She holds your shoulders and spins you towards the kitchen where the team and their families are standing. 

“Happy birthday!” they all shout, you let out a laugh. “I cannot believe y’all” you’re smiling so much, it physically hurts your face. “Thank you, you guys are so sweet - and here I was thinking y’all forgot” 

“How could we forget your birthday?” Chimney asks as he comes over to give you a hug, Maddie following him and repeating his actions. Maddie wasn't far along but just far enough for her bump to start showing, your hand rests on her stomach for a moment, she smiles as her hand comes up to rest on yours. 

A few moments later, Hen and Karen come over, both wishing you a happy birthday as Denny and Nia give you the card they made for you. You crouch down to give them a hug, thanking them for the beautiful card they made you and promising them that it’s going to go up on the fridge when you get home.

Eddie and Chris were next, Chris wrapping his arms around your waist as he leant into your side. Your hand coming to his hair, running your fingers through it. “I thought you had the stomach bug lil man” you look down at the boy who was grinning at you. “No, dad and Buck said that so dad could pick up your birthday cake” he tells you, spilling all of his father and Buck’s secrets. “Is that so?” you ask him, looking at Eddie who was holding back a smile. “Yeah! it’s chocolate cake, I picked the flavour” he says proudly, making you smile. Chris walks off at some point while you and Eddie are talking, making his way over to Denny, Nia and Harry. 

“I know we shouldn’t have lied- are you mad ?” Eddie asks, handing you a cup of a currently unknown liquid. “I mean, kinda but not really ?” you both laugh, “happy birthday y/n” Eddie kisses your cheek before walking off. 

Finally your boyfriend makes his way over to you, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Happy birthday baby” he smiles, kissing your temple as you lean into his side. 

“Thank you but I’m still mad at you” you huff, turning your face away from him. 

“Oh, what’s wrong ?” he asks, his thumb pushing your head back towards him. You smack his side, not hard enough to hurt him but hard enough to get his attention. “Ow! what was that for?” 

“How could you let me go all day thinking that you forgot my birthday ?!” 

“Because I had to come up with some way to keep this a secret! If I told you happy birthday, you'd realize I was up to something.” he tells you, you hum- not bothering to give his answer a reaction. You weren't actually mad, you were grateful that he took the time to plan a surprise party for you- you were grateful for the entire team, they truly were your family. 

“Don’t be mad, c’mon” he turns towards you, his hands now on your hips and your arms come up to his shoulders. “I couldn’t stay mad at you if I wanted to”  smiling at him, he leans in and kisses you. A chorus of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’ put a halt in your moment as you both look over to see the 3 boys giggling with a very confused Nia beside them. Buck laughs, sending them on their way before turning back to you.

“I hear I have chocolate cake waiting for me somewhere” 

“How’d you know that ?” he asks, obviously confused as to how you deduced the flavour of your birthday cake. 

“Christopher” 

“Ah man, that was supposed to be part of the surprise” 

“What can I say ? My charm is irresistible, he just had to tell me” you joke, Buck chuckles. Buck pulls you closer to him, his body basically pressed against yours. “Can I tell you something ?” he looks down at you- although you weren’t super short, he still towered over you, as he did everyone because he was a giant but that’s besides the point. You hum, waiting for him to tell you whatever it is he wanted to tell you.

“It was killing me not to tell you happy birthday. You have no idea how much I just wanted to pick you up and shout it” he groans and then sighs like he’s let out the biggest secret of his life. You laugh, “well I’m glad you told me anyways” you kiss his cheek, he smiles.

“Can you get me a cupcake, please ? I think they’re in the fridge” he asks, you hum. Letting go of him, you turn to the fridge. You spot your cake in the corner, blue frosting with white lettering. Finding the tray of cupcakes, you pull it out and set it in the counter before picking out one for Buck.

When you turn, Buck was gone - well it seemed like he was until you glanced down. Buck was in front of you on his knee, the black velvet box in his hand opened, a beautiful diamond ring sitting in it.

“Y/n, you make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I know I always tell you that I don’t believe in soulmates but with you- it’s different. You are my soulmate, the one I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with. From the first day you walked into the station with your “I’m new but I know my shit” attitude, I was into you because babe, that was so hot.” You both chuckle before he continues.

“You’re my best friend and I would do anything to show you how much I love you - literally anything. I love you and I really hope you love me as much as I love you because this is about really awkward if you don’t- will you marry me ?” he looks up at you, the hope glimmering in his eyes.

When you look at Buck, you saw your whole world, your lover, your future all wrapped up into one.

“Yes, I’ll marry you” you lean down, hands cupping his cheeks as you kiss him. He gets up before sliding the ring onto your finger. You hold your hand out, admiring the ring. 

“Oh baby, it’s beautiful” you smile at him, his arm over your shoulder again. The two of you make your way to the backyard with everyone else.

“Guys!” Buck shouts, everyone stops and looks at the two of you. “We have an announcement to make,” he says, looking at you and smiling.

“We’re getting married!” You both shout simultaneously.

Everyone’s just as shocked as you were moments ago in the kitchen. “What?!” Chimney shouts back, making you laugh. You hold your hand out, showing him the ring. “Holy shit,” he turns back, looking at everyone. “They’re getting married”

Soon enough everyone comes over to congratulate the two of you, one by one. You and Buck stood together, he was talking to Bobby and Athena, his arm still over your shoulder. You look around the backyard, everyone’s smiling and happy.

This was your happy place, these people were your family and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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