#sleepy and spacy { out. }

[spaciebabie]

see this fucking sucks cuz for the past four months i had classes that started at 9am every weekday and so i went 2 bed super early ta account for my terrible insomnia and now i get incredibly tired around like 8pm. can i not escape.

[guiltfist]

am i about to find some way to rewatch all of leverage again spacey yes yes i am <3

amazon prime has the original and the spinoff i think. join me in this obsession please

[kay-bunny]

fucking matt in the kitchen

hi bb's. i'm new here. I hope you all enjoy this because lowkey I think it eats.

warnings: just smut, I am not responsible for your media consumption, please read at your own risk. sex, wet and slutty kisses, teasing biting and hair pulling, Matt grabs the reader's jaw and shakes it once. Matt is bossy, the reader is just heart-eyes and soft. He eats it from the back. unprotected sex (he nuts inside) that's bad don't do it!! Mild rough sex antics, reader calls Matt daddy once. she's def a pillow princess in this, assume she's sleepy af. it's pretty yum. if I made a mistake my baddd

“Mmm,” you whined while Matt hoisted you up onto the counter in his kitchen, almost all of the lights were off except for the the blue light shining from the tv in the living room that was playing a movie the two of you had abandoned at least an hour ago when Matt had pulled you by your ankle to sit in his lap.

“What’re you whining for angel” he teased while tipping your chin back back to nibble on your neck and press a sloppy kiss to the side of your jaw. His lips slid across your cheek while he grabbed onto your hair and tipped your head back so he could continue his assault on your neck. Your nails scratched his scalp lightly while you mewled at his rough kisses. One of your ankles pressed into his lower back in an attempt to bring him closer than he already was while he pulled back and stared at you with a pretty little grin,

“I wan’ you to kiss me,' ' you whined while pulling him closer by his shoulders, he grinned against your cheek and chuckled at your desperate state. The two of you had just made out lazily on the couch for upwards of twenty minutes, and it was obvious from the slight redness all over your face from his stubble that had been scratching your face. Matt’s hand slid up your sleep shirt, his cold fingers grazing your ribs and belly before he squeezed your soft boob and teased your nipple with a rough tug that made your back arch,

“So needy,” he joked while he snaked his hand between your legs and cupped your warm pussy, his thumb stimulating your clit softly. You craned your neck up to show him you weren’t joking, to which he leaned in and kissed you. His tongue flicked against yours while parted your lips a little wider to let him push his tongue all the way in, spit connected your lips while you pulled back from the makeout with a spacy grin. Matt pecked your lips two more times before he gripped tightly onto your thigh and messed with the panties that covered you from him, the tip of his finger pressed against your dripping hole. 

“Get up baby,” he said while taking your jaw into his hand and slightly shaking you, smiling at the way you had become so spacy and the way your eyes were glazed over for him, you hopped off the counter and back onto the ground. Guessing what he wanted you to do you placed your body over the counter, shirt covered tits pressing to the cold marble island, you arched your back slightly to give him a better view and stood on your tippy toes in a teasing manner,

“Like this?” you smiled while looking over your shoulder at your man who was pushing your shirt farther up your back and grasping your ass, his palm struck the fat of your ass, which pushed a happy yelp from out of your lips. Matt spanked your ass a few more times before soothing it with his hand softly,

“When’d you become such a slut for me huh?” he asked teasingly, his fingers tapping your lips in the effort to have you answer him. You took the opportunity to nibble his pointer finger that had pushed into your mouth before you answered him,

“Love being your slut daddy,” you whined while he pushed the shirt you were wearing up your back, revealing your soft skin to him. Matt hummed in agreement while he leant down to press open mouth kisses to your spine, his bulge was pressed to your ass as he did so. He pressed kisses behind your ear, before lightly scratching behind your ear with his front teeth, 

“Pleaseeee Matt,” you whined while he hooked his fingers around the side of your panties and pulled them off of you, you kicked them away when they reached your ankles.

“Gonna be good?” he teased, you heard him drop to his knees and he spread your pussy a little, which already had you bucking back into his face, “Yea,” you melwed and turned around to look at him, fingers going to his messy hair. 

“Yea good girl,” he agreed, his middle finger pressed into your wet hole and his tongue started lapping at your clit. Matt roughly fucked your hole with his fingers until you relaxed on him, soaking his chin and his shirt when he pressed his nose and mouth into your pussy to tease your clit. 

“Let me see your pretty face,” Matt smiled while he worked an orgasm out of you, one of his hands squeezed your ass while you lifted yourself up. His hand cradled your face, thumb brushing across your cheek and lips. You pressed a kiss to his thumb and rubbed your hands across his back, hands slipping up his shirt just to feel him. Matt hummed lightly at your soft touches before he leaned in close, kissing you again. This time a little messier and softer, parting your lips and your teeth bumped together in an attempt to pull him closer.

"I love you so much," you whispered against his cheek while he lead you back over to the couch, his hands gripping your hips while he sat you down on the couch, "love you baby," he said while pulling your shirt off you. Hands gripping your sides while he pulled himself out of his sweats, his hard cock pressing against his belly before he pulled his sweats under his balls. You licked your palm lightly and spit into your hand before reaching out to grab his cock, his skin hot against your palm while you started squeezing him and jerking him slowly. Matt closed his eyes and groaned at the stimulation, loving the way you twist your wrist. Slowly you you flipped onto your tummy so his dick hovered above your nose, you flattened your tongue against his tip and sucked him in. Matt slapped his cock against your tongue while you teased him, staring up at him with doe eyes. You took him back into your throat, he thrusted lightly into your mouth, fucking your throat.

He had you propped up against the arm of the couch, legs spread open for him while he positioned himself between your thighs and ran his head through your wet pussy before bottoming out. You moaned at the stretch and he leaned down to kiss you, tapping your face lightly when he fucked you deeper,

"Fuck you feel so good," he moaned, looking down to see where you were connected, his hair falling into his eyes. Your legs wrapped around his lower back while he slightly laid his body on top of you,

"Deeper," you breathed out, arching slightly and pressing your heels into him to pull you closer, "So tight pretty girl,' he moaned while rutting harder into you and doing what you asked, he went deeper. Your eyes rolled back while he fucked you deep, drawing pretty moans out of you while he touched you anywhere he could and played with your clit.

"I feel you clenching around me," he rasped, one of your legs now resting on his shoulder while he changed his angle. You nodded your head rapidly, focusing on his thrusts while you shivered, letting yourself go.

"You want it inside dirty girl?" Matt teased while he leant down to kiss you, "ask for it"

"Please Matt," you hiccuped, he was fucking you faster and rougher now, "Want you to cum inside me, I want it so bad," you begged and pressed your hands to his stomach.

"Fuck your so beautiful," he groaned while laying himself onto you, you started kissing down his neck, "Im gonna cum inside you," he huffed while he released, filling your cunt up with him.

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Chapter 03

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none for this chapter

Words: 3307

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth

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„I want to come too!” Whipping his head around, Jimin was suddenly wide awake. The chance of seeing the sleepy state the girl was most likely in sounded just too good to pass up.

Shooting up from his seat, he rushed after his eldest hyung, taking the stairs two at a time. Hearing light snickers in the background. Meanwhile, Yoongi went back to the kitchen.

While waking up the omega did sound pleasing to his ears just as much as anyone else's, he knew that the girl could potentially be very grumpy and just want to go back to bed right away. A sure way to keep her up was a nice, filling meal that would warm her right back up.

He knew how annoying it was to leave the warm sheets on in the cold winter mornings. So he turned on the stove and started heating up the vegetable broth, stirring it occasionally while he prepared her a bit of kimchi fried rice.

He wasn't sure just how sensitive her belly was, and he hoped that the spice wouldn't be too much and wouldn't upset it. Listening to the TV play a documentary about the history of Egypt, he hummed softly to himself.

„I didn't know anyone sleeping for longer than hyung existed.” Teased the youngest, making Hobi burst out in loud laughter. The others chuckled too, agreeing.

„It's normal for omegas to sleep in if they feel safe. It's like a compliment; she feels settled here. That's a really good thing.” answered Namjoon, still typing on his MacBook, smiling at the thought, happy that they finally managed to calm you down a bit.

Standing near the guest room door, the two alphas quieted down. Slowly opening it, they calmly stepped into the dark room. The heater was on, so it felt cosy and warm inside. The guest room was pretty plain but still nicely put together.

The big window has rectangular glass panes with a black metal grid in between with long, heavy fabric curtains that stopped just about five centimetres above the parquet floors. There was a wooden dresser with dark knobs in the left corner of the room, and a big, spacy bed pushed up against the wall with the window. A bedside table had a cream-coloured lamp on it and a glass of water Hobi carried there yesterday evening.

A few plants were littered across the room too, some placed on the ground and others hung up above the window. The pack alpha loved gardening, even if he didn't get around to it too much with how hectic their idol's life often got.

They had a large garden behind the house with a terrace facing it, so they sometimes had a barbecue there too, when the weather allowed it. Namjoon took good care of all the plants there. During the spring to early autumn, he made sure to water them all, and once it got colder, he covered all the plants that were too fragile for the first frost bite.

A short flower placed next to the lamp that grew only to about 11 cm tall, with solid azure petals decorated with azure dots and a light grey central disc. Five small flower blooms grew on alternate sides along the length of the stem. It carried a faint scent that smells like rainy days, cleverly placed to bring peaceful sleep.

It must have worked at least slightly, given that the girl was still long asleep and breathing calmly and slowly. Cuddled up in the heavy duvet,covered with dark grey sheets that Jungkook recently bought, Your face was facing their way, your cheeks rosy with sleep, and your long lashes casting shadows.

Cooing softly, Jin stepped closer to your curled-up body. Just next to your face was the soft, brown hoodie, held close by you. Lightly shaking your shoulder, the older alpha started waking you up, not wanting to startle you.

„Cub.., baby, wake up, come on..” mumbling the words softly, he squatted down so he didn't have to bend so much anymore. Pretty much face-to-face with you, he watched carefully how your eyes fluttered open before closing back up again. Light shone in the room suddenly, the curtains pulled wide apart by Jimin, who stood looking outside for a minute. It was still snowing heavily, and the garden in view was completely covered in the soft, pattering snowflakes that had fallen long before.

Turning to also gaze at the small omega, he smiled, his eyes almost closing up. Giggling softly at how you whined at the sunlight, you curled up into yourself more. Walking back around the bed, he took a seat at the bottom of the mattress, caressing your legs.

When you made no move to wake up fully, the eldest once again softly rubbed your shoulder, cooing at how you hid your face in the jumper instead, softly protesting. You weren't ready to get up yet; why did they keep on bothering you? After so many years of not resting properly, you decided to take back all the time you could have rested but lost due to insomnia.

Pulling the sheets off of your shoulders, you weren't quick enough to roll out of the way before strong hands took a hold of your underarms, pulling you up against wide shoulders. Whining about the lost comfort, your fingers hung up on the shirt the alpha was wearing, your bleary eyes hardly even open. Too tired to kick up a bigger fuss, you just lightly kicked at your legs, earning a soft chuckle in return.

Brushing your fluffy bed hair, the younger alpha sighed out in relief. They were slightly worried that you would start to cry at the loss of the warmth, but you seemed to be just mildly annoyed. Your chin rested up against Jin's collarbone, and you gazed at Jimin while the eldest stood back up with you in his arms. Softly holding your tired body up, he walked with you out of the room, the other alpha following closely, keeping his eyes set on you. He knew the man holding you up would never allow you to drop, so he wasn't too worried, but with how cute and sleepy you looked, he couldn't help but stare.

The calm morning carried on after you were placed on the chair at the kitchen table. Rubbing your eyes with a fist, only to have it pulled away suddenly, you looked up just to meet Yoongi's cat-like eyes.

„Don't do that, kitty; it's not good for you. Here, I've warmed up some soup for you; come on, have some. It's hot still; you need to blow lots and lots, okay? Don't burn yourself, kitten.” handing you a large wooden spoon and a steaming bowl, you nodded slightly before slurping up a bit. Being careful with the heat, you made sure to blow before taking another spoonful.

With the warm broth in your belly and Yoongi watching closely over you, you were soon handed another glass of juice, this time made with oranges. Taking your bowl away for you, your feet brushed up against the floors, only now realising you didn't have any socks on. The rest of your clothes were the same as yesterday; you were glad they didn't change you, letting you be. It would definitely be more uncomfortable.

While you felt a bit awkward, suddenly realising your situation, it felt easy to let up and go with how the pack reacted to you, fully slipping into the dominant second gender they were assigned. Your soft nature just easily fitted right in.

Even though the pack was formed a few years ago and the boys did have a strong bond, that didn't mean they didn't sometimes argue here and there. It was mostly small stuff that resulted in them making up quickly. Still, with how touch starved they were and with how few occasions they actually had to talk with lower-ranking second genders, it was a relief to finally have someone to take care of and be responsible for.

Namjoon was used to taking on all their worries and troubles, but this still felt a lot different, like filling up a hole in their body they didn't know really existed until it was gone.

Omegas were highly appreciated and precious in most packs, with the rarity they brought making them considered even more special. Not all packs could have an omega, and it was common that even when a possible one was found, they just didn't settle in well with the packmates and had to leave.

Placing a small plate before you, the kimchi fried rice smelled delicious. A fried egg placed on top that was already cut up in bite-sized pieces for you, you dug right in. You weren't too hungry anymore, but you still wanted to eat it because of how delicious it seemed.

„Be careful, pup, it could be a bit too spicy for you. Slow down, don't choke." Said Taehyung, who just passed by to fill himself a cup of water. Your eyes didn't stay on him for too long. You were occupied with the food before you, and you intended to keep your focus fully.

The enoki mushrooms made a soft, crunchy sound, and while the food was made with only a small amount of spices, it really did feel just a little too hot for you. Biting into the egg that was salted just enough, you nodded with satisfaction. You only had a few bites before you pushed the plate away from yourself; not only were you full, but it really did burn your tongue quite a bit.

„Are you full already?” Looking at the alpha's face while he crouched down next to you, rubbing your knee in light circles. Meekly nodding, you felt a bit bad leaving so much of leftovers.

„That's okay. You can say anything anytime if anything isn't okay, yea? Do you understand my kitty?" Softly voicing his concerns, you looked into his eyes shortly before you mumbled a yes.

Being met with a gummy smile wasn't really what you were expecting for not finishing a meal, but it felt nice. You never met a pack that was so compliant with your needs and wants and patient like they were.

Pulling the chair out next to you, he slid the plate to himself, starting to eat your leftovers. He didn't bother to change the cutlery either; already used to sharing pretty much everything with his packmates.

You sat next to him still, your eyes occasionally closing in tiredness. The kitchen was to your left; your back turned to the living room, where some of the alphas were. Sometimes when they walked by, they left an occasional rub and pat on your head, greeting you sweetly and asking about your sleep.

Yoongi picked up a piece of egg, the part he considered the tastiest—the fried-up corners dipped in the still runny egg yolk—and with a hand underneath, careful not to burn you, he blew on it softly before encouraging you to eat it yourself. Quickly convinced, you chewed calmly.

„There you go, baby, it's tasty right? You want some more?” Cooing at how your eyes watched him closely, he took another bite-sized piece and held it up for you. „Of course you can, here kitty, slowly."

Watching your reaction, the alpha in him felt good about providing for you. It was something greatly satisfying for him—for all of them, to see you trust them enough to let them feed you, hold you, and keep you around. They valued the trust you allowed them greatly, keeping you close and safe at all times.

Once he finished your leftovers and fed you the last bite, he stood up to clean up, taking your now empty juice glass to put in the dishwasher for you. Getting up, you pattered towards the others, hesitating a little, not sure where to sit or even if you should sit with them. You had no idea what was going to happen in the future.

It was the pack alpha who noticed you the earliest, turning in his seat and smiling widely with his dimples showing. He had a pair of glasses on that were yellow-tinted with black top framing and bare wires at the bottom. His longer black hair styled into a shorter mullet-like hairstyle, with a few hair strands touching his forehead, made him look put together. The pyjamas he kept on earlier in the day were also exchanged for an earth-green crew neck and baggy jeans.

„Come here, pup, sit here. Come on, the movie is starting soon; hurry!” lightly ushering you along, your feet moved before you knew it, and soon you were resting on the couch between him and Jin.

The eldest ran his fingers through your hair, taming it down further. Sitting with your knees pulled up to your chest, you watched the screen before you. Some of the alphas weren't there at the moment, but they did walk by from time to time. When Jimin took a seat next to the eldest man, he gave you the brown jumper again; you must have left it back upstairs in your room, and he came to carry it downstairs for you.

Understanding that you still weren't truly out of your anxious and worried headspace, they were still trying to keep you as calm as possible. Having you cry like you did yesterday felt like torture to them, making them want to prevent it from ever happening again.

„Here sweetheart. Keep it close now.” He muttered while you held it to your nose, breathing in. It still smelled really clean, with only the slightest hint of vanilla and citrus. It felt calming.

The movie captivated your attention eventually, only slightly boring in the beginning. Whenever you started to fidget and move around more, they were quick to soothe you. Joon always easily pointed out something interesting in the movie, like the cleverly done product placement, a book he knew the author of, or the paintings hung up in the background of the shot.

„It's Cézanne; he painted that one.” You pointed your finger at the screen where a main character was currently talking about the prodigy he held. There, behind him in a simple brown frame, was a painting of tulips on a vase, their bright red blossoms contrasting with the forest green of the glass jar. While the movie had an interesting story, you were more focused on the small details regarding his so-called prodigy.

„Really? Wah,” said Jin from next to you. The four alphas sitting with you focused on the screen just until the painting was cut off from the screen.

 „What a smart cub you are, baby. It is his; you are right.” I approved the pack alpha, smiling proudly at you. You felt your cheeks heating up slightly, so you were quick to look away. Mumbling about how it's not that big of a deal, you squeezed your palms around the fabric you held.

In the corner of your eye, Taehyung typed the artist's name into Google, quickly finding the tulip painting he made.

„Oh, he was good; look, Hyung." Showing the screen to the alpha next to him, Jimin leaned in as the other man scrolled through the photos of his other art.

„He was a French, a postimpressionist artist, so the photos don't really show what he made well. The brush strokes are what you are meant to focus on, and with how flat it looks on the screen, it doesn't really work. He was a big inspiration for the cubism movement later on too,” you said, while looking over Jin at Tae's phone.

„You know a lot; do you like art?” asks Jin while softly petting your hair. You smiled, almost laughing at the question; it felt a bit silly to you.

„Yea, I study at an art school. I've been making art since I was really young.”

That caught their attention for sure, with how quickly their eyes turned to your face. In the morning, they collectively decided that it would be best for them not to ask why there was no pack alpha huffing at their entrance doors yet; after all, if you had a pack and didn't spend the night there, especially without discussing it before hand, it was going to make them worry for sure.

At least they knew that they would worry for sure.

But still, nobody knocked. They didn't see you pull out your phone even once, and they weren't sure if you even had it on you. You didn't smell like any other alpha or beta thought, so they were left in questions.

Whatever caused you to get so unsettled yesterday concerned them, but they didn't want to push you to tell them. If you wanted to open up to them, you would.

„Really? Which college?”

„Korea National University of Arts.” You answered the pack alpha quietly.

„Oh, I heard of that one; do you like it there, cub?” Tae shot up, looking at your face closely. Nodding hesitantly, you thought about your answer for a few seconds.

„Yea, it's okay.” You smiled softly. You were glad you could pursue the arts, and while not all your classmates were nice and some teachers gave you a hard time sometimes, you were able to learn a lot. And that was what mattered.

„What's your major?”

„I study fine arts.” You said, looking up at Jimin. Holding the jumper closer, they sensed you had enough questions for now and focused back on the movie. Even when it finished, the five of you stayed huddled close together on the couch, only getting up a few times and coming back again soon.

With a nagging question on your mind, it was complicated for you to focus on the cooking competition, and so you carefully leaned closer to Namjoon, lightly touching his forearm. Looking over at you quickly, he didn't take long to notice something was on your mind that made you anxious, and so without little to no hesitance, he pulled you to his side.

Leaning over slightly so he was face-to-face with you, the soft smell of flowers blooming covered the air around you. Calming you just the slightest bit, his hands held your shoulder and side, rubbing faint circles with his palm.

„What is it, pup? You can tell Alpha; don't worry, okay? What's wrong, little baby?” With the sweet words, you almost burst into tears once again, surprised at how sensitive you still were after yesterday. You felt startled.

Looking down, and when you didn't answer for a few seconds, the pack alpha pulled you to his chest once again. With your hip resting against his thigh, he held your other one, softly patting it in a rhythmic pattern. His other hand pulled your face close to his chest, where it was easy to listen to his heartbeat.

„Hm? Poor cub, you keep on getting stressed out over and over again; there isn't much time to rest up, is there? It's okay, I got you now." Cradling you up against his chest, he allowed you to sniffle for a few minutes and didn't push you to talk. With your legs getting carresed and placed over the eldest's lap, you eventually asked the thing that had worried you since yesterday dinner.

„When do I have to leave?” You mumbled, a whimper leaving your throat. It was quiet for a beat or two, the pack alpha just holding you close.

„That's up to you, cub. You are free to leave whenever you feel like it. You can stay too if that's what you want; we wouldn't mind.” answered Namjoon calmly, but you weren't fooled. His heartbeat fastened up for a bit there, and you noticed.

„I would like to stay please..”

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ROUND 1A, MATCH 1 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Tanaka:

The ultimate anime sleepy boy!! The whole show is a series of gags staring him, a sleepy boy who is carried around by his strong best friend. He just wants to take a nap doesn't want to be involved in high school hijinks. Just like me fr

Sleepy baby boy

I'm almost sure he is already in by default because of the header but I'm submitting him just in case The entire point of the anime is that he eepy

Guys come on. This is Tanaka-kun. Titular character of a show essentially called "Tanaka-kun Always Eepy". Come on. [Click link to see images]

Ayumu "Osaka" Kasuga:

spacy weirdo who can't stay awake during homeroom. her brain is so crazy. pure moon logic. she's the best.

[outtheoiseaux]

The Blue Room

(An excerpt from a story)

Celine’s grandfather- along with the help of a young, spry and altogether cooky intern he hired fresh out of her masters degree at the Oxford school of Anthropology- manages to uncover a previously unknown storage room buried beneath the ashy ruins of Pompeii in the summer of Celine’s first year of middle school. Nicknamed the “blue room” for its cerulean wall paintings which feature profoundly vibrant frescoes of scantily clad female figures, The Blue Room is a true gem of history in that it is not only believed to have once served as a sacrarium- an ancient Roman room in which sacred artifacts would be stored for future use in rituals- it was also filled with stacks of hulking amphorae -massive vases used by slaves and artisans for artifact transportation- and sloping piles of discarded oyster shells which Celine’s Grandpa and his yellow-bellied intern believe to have been discarded by onsite workers who happened to have been using them in local renovations when the eruption occurred.

Much of this information Celine can readily skim from the crust of her mind solely because of the sheer amount of times she has heard the words repeated when her older cousin- an awkward and altogether bumbling seventeen year old boy from Cambridge who had been living with her and her grandfather for the last three or so years since his grandmother suddenly and tragically perished- would turn to her grandfather with his great, big, buggy black eyes prewet with wonder and stutter out yet another line of inquiry into the stoic old man’s exploits as an adventuring archeologist.

Grandpa Haber’s miraculous discovery of The Blue Room was of course the most miraculous in that it bolstered his reputation so thoroughly and impressively in his field that not even two years after the initial find, Celine found herself, her cousin and of course, her grandfather’s oddball of an intern-turned-assistant soaring across the globe from the quaint and sunny beaches of Punta Gorda in southwestern coastal Florida to the mild-climated, kitsch and colorful college town of Ann Arbor for his brand spanking new position as a professor with the University of Michigan.

“You know, it really does remind me of when my gran first got her position at Cambridge.” Joey whispers to her from behind the navy blue canvas veneer of Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion. “It really is bloody wonderful for the ego to come from a family like this; I mean, if we’re both descended from professors in their respective fields, it’s probably safe to assume we might have inherited some of their hereditary IQ.” From her window seat, Celine watches fat, slimy clouds spin lazily below, growing larger and larger with perspective as the plane makes its descent. If her great aunt’s intelligence is hereditary, she thinks to herself privately, then she really does hope that the woman’s fatal heart issues aren’t.

Their new home, Celine learns as her grandfather moseys up the winding paths of a spacy suburban sprawl in the rental car, is located in a sleepy, lightly forested town in the residential garden hills of northern Ann Arbor. The house itself is a beautiful thing; a historic unit with delicately patterned Tiffany windows, a charming, oaken porch which cuts into the first floor and wraps around the front, thick, wooden beams, charmingly kitsch vintage furniture, art deco wallpaper, wrought iron window decorations, a series of increasingly aged light covers hanging from the center of the Victorian ceiling moldings and a tasteful exterior which has been (to Celine’s admitted delight) painted entirely in a warm, dusky purple. Celine decides to call it The Purple House.

“How in the world do you think Mister Haber managed to afford a beaut like this?” Joey, entirely bug-eyed, marvels at the rows of inlaid bookshelves that wrap the walls of what appears to have once been an office room but must have been transformed by the previous residents into their private library of collector’s editions. “I mean, he’s not hard-pressed for funds by any means but for heavens’ake, you don’t make this kind of money in his sort of research, and the man isn’t a socialite!”

“A socialite?” Celine wrinkles her nose. “Why would he need to be a socialite?”

“This is a socialite’s house.” Her cousin dutifully informs her. “The only thing you could think to do with a parlor this dreadfully impressive is to host equally impressive gatherings.”

She would never let the poor thing know it, but Celine sometimes thinks that her cousin enjoys needless frivolities with a suspiciously intense sort of vigor. So suspiciously intense, in fact, that she’s starting to suspect he would benefit more from finishing school than a university education. Out of the corner of her eye, the gold inlaid label of Antigone flashes from a handsome, red, hard-cover canvas binding.

“You wanna go check out the rooms?” She bites out through an oh-so-innocent grin. Best to distract him before he can get his hands on some old tome from the previous tenants' personal collection.

“That depends,” Joey throws his head back in a hearty guffaw and his unit of a fringe flops around in earnest, “on whether or not you’ve got the guts to race me for first dibs?”

The Purple House, Celine eventually learns, is actually called the Hallisbury House- or at least was upon its construction by a couple of Nouveau-Richie gilded age socialites years ago. All of this she gleans from a series of tastefully arranged picture frames hanging along the walls in such an order that, if one were to trail slowly down the halls and view each image in order, she would witness the building of the home, the renovations over the years and the process of the lives of the original owners. Morbidly, the last hanging image in the series- an exorbitantly decorated framed print hanging over the fireplace as a centerpiece to the already elaborate mantle- depicts an artistically framed black and white shot (clearly taken on a modern, digital camera) of the original owners’ gravestones. Whoever lived here last had, she thinks, a very strong sense of humor.

Beneath the photograph, on a gilded, silver plaque, an engraving reads:

A beautiful photograph from a beautiful Daughter.

Celine’s new room is on the second floor, directly above the kitchen, and is the only bedroom in the house with a window that faces out to the front yard and driveway. These three facts are perhaps the only ordinary thing about the place. Much like the house’s exterior, Celine’s new room is almost entirely made up of various tasteful shades of purple. There’s a lilac shag carpet and a stained-indigo oak closet and a painted-plum oak dresser and a violet bean bag and a mauve mattress and byzantium tasseled pillows and an eggplant duvet. Everything from the floor to the baseboards to the walls to the Victorian ceiling moldings is painted in the color, so much so that Celine begins to wonder if the visual fatigue will make her see yellow the second she steps out. Everything from the floor to the baseboards to the walls to the Victorian ceiling moldings is painted the color purple- everything, that is, except for the bright, blood red velvet curtains draped in theatrical arcs and ruffles over the ostentatiously gothy bedside window. The other rooms in the house are perfectly normal looking, if a little antique. She checked every last one of them, and this is the outlier.

“A beautiful room,” Celine giggles out to the empty room, “for a beautiful daughter.” She takes great care to adopt a disgustingly thick Oxford drawl when she says it, then she giggles even more because it makes her sound a little too much like her cousin who used to live there.

[askthechronoverse]

Chapter Six: The Telltale Horn

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It was late at night and Rex found himself back in Doctor Fox's lab, running the calculations she had when he was down there earlier. The flashing readings were now under Syspocalypstar and he sat back in a computer chair, trying to understand the meaning behind the readings. A sleepy voice made the time traveler jump. 

"What are you doing, Rex? It's late." He turned and saw Doctor Fox.

"Did I wake you?" He turned back to the computer and started to focus on that. "Somethin' is happenin' to the flow of time. I saw it on your computer earlier an' it's comin' up again now." He pointed to the Syspocalypstar readings. "See that?" This seemed to snap the doctor out of sleep.

"I did note that before, but when I observed the anomaly, it was in the Dryar System." She looked over at Rex. "You have experience with temporal science, correct? Can you add some of that expertise to this? What does it mean?"

"Ya know that feelin' you've done somethin' before? The readings look like that, but on a planetary scale. Time's bouncin' around." He watched the flashing stop. "That's probably gonna confuse a few people, but nothin' too dire." 

"If it's not an issue, why are you down here?"

"I haven't seen tech like yours since I built my ship, an' I wasn't as smart as you when I built her. I've never actually seen this happen in real time. It's rad." He leaned on the console. 

"Did you have any temporal training? How did your ship work?" She pulled up a chair. It was nice to be able to really talk about science with someone.

"Nope. I learned as I went." He shrugged. "I wanted revenge so the actual science was lost on me. My ship was built out of stolen parts and held together by rage. I know somethin' called a flux capacitor was the key to everythin' in my time drive, but I just threw things at a wall and hoped I could make it stick."

"It's a shame the ship is lost. I would have loved to study it. Would you remember how to build it?"

"Can't say I would, Doc. Maybe we could cobble together a new time drive someday." He slumped back in the chair. "Anger is one heck of a drug." 

"I would like that, actually. Building a time machine would put us in a high standing with the scientific community and you're already an experienced chrononaut!" This excited the little fox. "That would involve you staying here for the length of the build. Would you be willing to stay here for a while?"

"Honestly? I'm not in a hurry to leave. I have at least one friend here and I know he'd miss me."

"You are referring to Puppycorn, correct?" Doctor Fox guessed.

"Yeah. He's a good kid. Reminds me of me in another life." He shrugged. "By the way, I kinda dig the term 'chrononaut'. Sounds spacy."

"It is related to the word 'astronaut', so that makes sense." She smiled. "I must admit, I never thought you'd be this… pleasant to talk to."

"I try, Doc." He put his arms behind his head. "It helps I'm not bein' told what to do an' who to be." He sighed. "Ah well. The timeline's safe. We should probably go to sleep."

"Actually, since I have your attention: may I run a quick scan on your body? I have noticed that your sparkle matter is beginning to be more in line with what one would see in a native Unikingdom citizen. I would like to test a hypothesis, if I may." She hopped off the chair.

"Sure, Doc. Hook me up to whatever ya got." Doctor Fox dragged a machine over to Rex. She started to hook everything up to the computer.

"You should be able to recline the chair, Rex. Please recline it fully and relax. Also, remove your vest. The less layers you are wearing, the more accurate the reading." He complied, but drifted to sleep during the test. Doctor Fox didn't seem to mind, pulling other equipment to the area to do more tests.

When the man awoke again, Doctor Fox was standing over him. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She moved to let him sit up. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah. Comfy chair ya got." He rubbed the back of his head, pulling a sticky electrode off his head. 

"I took the liberty of running an electroencephalogram while you were asleep." She took the electrode out of his hands. She started putting her toys away. 

"Yeah? What'd that find?" He combed his hand through his hair and pulled out a few more of the sticky discs. 

"Nightmares are interesting to view under an electroencephalogram." She finished her clean up and shuffled back to Rex. "Also, you are getting closer to being more like a Unikingdom citizen than you were when we started. I have yet to understand this phenomenon, but I theorize that my initial experiment could be the cause." She was so nonchalant about this revelation. "You were pulled into this timeline with my science and some of the Unikingdom's magic. It may be that magic that's causing the conversion. I'm still doing some research, but I have enough data from you for now." She grabbed a jar off of a table nearby and handed it to Rex. "This should help you stay asleep. I haven't done a full test, but it seemed to work for you last night." He looked blankly into the vial of purple liquid. 

"Wait. When the heck did you test this?" He shook his head and pocketed the jar. He may need to sit both Unikitty and Doctor Fox down and talk about the wonders of consent. "Alright. So I'm really different from who I was a year ago. Never thought I'd be able to claim that." The way she put the whole situation, it sounded like the magic of this world was like a virus to his system. At least it didn't hurt. 

"Certainly not like this!" The fox chuckled. "By the way, I hope we can have a conversation like we did last night. I would be delighted to hear about what time travel is really like." This only got a nod from the man, who got out of the chair and grabbed his vest. 

"I'll try to remember the more sciencey stuff, but like I said: I had a one track mind back then." That was hard to admit out loud.

"Stay here, Rex. I'll get you some coffee. It's the least I can do for all the tests I had to run." The doctor rushed off to get her test subject some coffee. He started to look around at the equipment surrounding him, eyes setting on a large machine with a table in the center of it. He looked at a sign on the table. 'Memory Machine. Do not use until further testing is done. May cause poo poo brain.' 

 "What are ya thinkin' over there, Dangervest?" A tough sounding voice said from behind him.

"That we don't tell Unikitty about this. I'm scared she's gonna strap me to it someday." Rex turned, seeing that the voice came from Hawkodile. "What brings you down to Doc's lab?" He saw a bundle of roses in Hawkodile's hand.

"Nothing… I mean… My job. Your tracker said you were down here and I needed to make sure you weren't gettin' any ideas." He hastily put the flowers behind his back.

"Sure ya were, big guy." Rex snickered. "Well, ya found me and I'm not gettin' any ideas, so job done." He moved away from the machine. "Doc left to get coffee. She should be back later, lover boy." 

"Hey! I toldja that wasn't why I was here!" The chimera's cheeks turned red.

"Then I'm flattered, but I don't think it'll work out." Rex winked. "Ya ain't my type." He thought for a second. "Actually, maybe ya are my type. How good are ya at tellin' naval command generals from distant planets how much I suck during a fight?"

"Bro. I ain't here for that either. I toldja, I'm doin' my job." Hawkodile was still blushing, but he stood at attention in an act to look tough. 

"Yeah, okay. Whatever floats your ice cream." He walked past the avian lizard and picked up some unknown piece of tech.

"So. Now that we're in the same room, I need to know how you punched Master Frown so far. For security reasons, of course." Hawkodile added the last part quickly. 

"Of course. Gotta make sure the Unikingdom is safe, right?" Rex smirked. "That wasn't even what I could do if ya really get me worked up." Hawkodile's sunglasses completely rounded out. "If ya ask nicely, I can show you. Oh, and I can't be liable for any damages." 

"I know whatcha can do. I know about the wedding cake." Hawkodile was trying to keep cool, but the thought of such a powerful punch was intoxicating. 

"Well, yeah. The kid only ever did that punch once before that." Rex shrugged. "Imagine what a trained bodyguard could do with that kinda power." It was clear the thought was passing through Hawkodile's mind and he liked it.

"I still don't trust you. But ya gotta teach me. I could bust so many heads with that punch." Rex heard footsteps and glanced over to the doorway.

"I gotta trust you first, big guy. I don't teach just anyone the way of the Master Breaker." The footsteps came from Doctor Fox, who held two coffee cups. She handed one to Rex. 

"Here you go. I believe you take it with a splash of cream and thirteen scoops of sugar. You should cut back on the sugar intake. It isn't good for you." She turned to Hawkodile. "Hey, Hawkodile! It's good to see you this early!"

"I used to take a lot more sugar than this, Doc. " He drank his coffee, waiting for Hawkodile to make a move.

"Heeeey, Doc! I was just makin' sure this guy wasn't causin' you any trouble and tryin' to escape." Hawkodile roughly pat Rex's back. The man was pushed forward by that pat. "I'll leave ya to your work." The chimera began to walk away, hiding the bouquet. Rex just let the guy leave, amused by the situation. 

"He's such a diligent bodyguard." Doctor Fox said, drinking from her cup of what appeared to be apple juice. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"Nah. We were just chillin'." Rex drank another gulp of his coffee. "I think he's startin' ta like me." His expression was playful, his smile a little longer than usual. 

"That's great! We just need to hope you and Unikitty can get along." 

"We did in another life. She's just more selfish than I remember her bein'." He eyed the memory machine nervously for a second. 

"She comes from a place of concern for a friend." She looked at a clock on the wall. "Oh, is that the time? I need to leave to gather some samples for an experiment of mine. I'll be back in the afternoon. Please stop by when you get the chance so we can talk about time travel more." Doctor Fox rushed away. Rex waved, taking the time to finish his coffee. His mind wandered to the time drive on his ship. How did that thing work, anyway? 

As he thought, Unikitty wandered into the lab, looking for Doctor Fox. He didn't  notice her head for the memory machine. 

"Oh! I remember this!" Rex stopped drinking his coffee, blood going cold at the next words that came out of her mouth. "Hmm… Hey Rex!"

"Get the idea out of your head, Princess." He walked over to her, putting his hands on her head to have her focus on his face. "Look at me. No. You wanna help me? That ain't it."

"But if you forget the whole Undar thing-"

"I lose who I am. Ya can't just remove someone's memories an' expect them to stay the same. If I find out you took who I am away from me, I will never forgive you." 

"Why do you want to be like this? Wouldn't you want to go back to who you were?" She spoke incredulously, wiggling out of Rex's grasp. 

"If I want to change my past, I'm not shy about doin' it with time travel." 

"But you're a mess! You don't sleep! You are quick to hurt people who make you angry!"

"I'm also fun at parties." Rex said flatly. "My flaws are somethin' I'm workin' on. I know I'm not perfect. I don't wanna be. It's boring." He sighed, sad and tired of this conversation. 

"I saw your nightmare. I saw how scared you were, how alone. That didn't help you at all."

"But I needed to live it. That crash landing set somethin' in motion, changes that brought me to the point where two other worlds benefited from my failure to end everything. I told you: I don't regret what I did. I don't want to forget anything I did." His voice consistency was sloppy, slipping into the scared kid Unikitty knew. She put her ears back, then whipped them to the front.

"Fine. I won't do that to you." She walked over to the shelf of inventions and picked up the Happy Horn. The blue unicorn horn matched hers and shined with a new coat of paint. It made her think back to the last time it was used. Rex was so confrontational. He was always pushing her away and that needed to change. She held the white base and put it behind her back as she walked toward Rex. His dark hair could totally hide the horn, not well but she could work with that later. "But you need to be a lot happier." 

"Princess, I'm content. I have friends who make me feel wanted here. For once in my life, I'm-" She hopped up and planted the horn on his head. He was silent for a while afterwards.

"Rex, this is for your own good. You'll make more friends like this, I promise!" She waited for him to do… something. He closed his eyes and, after taking a breath, reopened them. His eyes sparkled, dark grey added to the black dots. His cheeks were a soft pink, flanking a grin. "Rex?"

"Gooooood morning, Unikitty!" The toughness was gone from his voice, replaced with the familiar voice of a good friend. "You look awesome today!"

"So do you, Rex! Do you wanna hang out today?" She was excited. Maybe now they could stop being unpleasant when they were together. Sure, this didn't work for her friends, but Rex was totally different! He needed to be happy! He needed to get along with her! 

"Of course!" He was so excited, it made her excited too. She was going to love this new Rex. She could see it. "Is Puppycorn coming too? He's pretty fun." 

"Nope! Just us today! We could bring your guitar and-"

"Have a super awesome party?"

"Yes! We could totally do that!" See? This would work! "Let's grab your guitar!" Before Unikitty left the lab, she tried to adjust Rex's hair to hide the horn. She wasn't really able to fully hide the horn fully, but that was fine, right? The two rushed to Rex's room for the guitar. Before they could run out of the castle, Hawkodile stopped Rex. 

"Bro. Thanks for not sayin' anything to the doc. You're… alright." He muttered the word.

"Happy to help, Hawkodile!" Rex tilted his head, which exposed the Happy Horn a little more as his hair moved. He leaned in and whispered. "You two should totally hook up! You'd make a cute couple." Hawkodile looked at the man suspiciously. The guy seemed way too bubbly, a change that happened in the span of around a half hour. 

"You OK? Ya seem spacey." Hawkodile looked over to Unikitty, who was failing to look like she was playing cool. 

"I'm more than fine! I'm super duper awesome!" The sparkle matter over his head was full of green hearts and rainbows, which made Hawkodile fold his arms. 

"What didja do, Unikitty?" Her bodyguard turned his full attention to Unikitty, who fidgeted a little where she was floating. 

"Nothing, Hawkodile! Rex must just beee in a really good mood?" She could see the horn on her friend's head, threatening to expose her scheme. "We gotta go! Yeah! Come on, Rex!" She grabbed the man and pulled him out the door.

"After a while, Hawkodile!" Rex called out and she pulled him behind a tree. 

"This isn't gonna be easy. Maybe I shoulda just removed the memory of Undar from his head." She looked at Rex, who was swaying and whistling a song that Unikitty remembered from her time in the Systar System. She didn't have time to ask how Rex knew the song. She had to keep this ruse going as long as possible, since she already pulled this same stunt with her other friends. She really needed to stop messing with the minds of people she cared about, but it was too late for that thought now. 

"We could totally still do that, Unikitty! It's a really bad memory anyway." Rex stuck out his tongue. Could that count as permission? The cat pondered this and shook her head. If Rex got out of this, he'd already be mad at her. Why make it worse by doing the one thing he told her not to do? 

"Nah. I'd rather hear you play something on that guitar!" She pointed to the guitar hanging crookedly on Rex's shoulder. "Do you know something that sounds happy?"

"Let me see…" He shrugged after a suspiciously long period of time. "Nope! Most of the songs I can play aren't like that. I really need to change that. Right, Unikitty?" She smiled a little at him actually calling her by her name. "Sooo, I guess we can't do that. What else should we do?" He was undaunted by this hiccup in Unikitty's plans.

"Let's go to the zoo!" She grabbed Rex's hand. 

"That's a great idea!" The two rushed off, bound for the zoo. 

It was the evening by the time the two returned from their day out. Any guilt Unikitty had of changing Rex's brainwaves was long gone by now. The two friends were talking about their time in Apocalypseburg, conveniently glossing over anything negative, as they entered the castle. Both Doctor Fox and Hawkodile were waiting for them.

"Unikitty, Hawkodile told me about Rex's sudden change in personality. This could be bad and I really should look him over for damage to his brain." The doctor approached Rex, but Unikitty stopped her. 

"Rex is fine! We just had a long talk about how grumpy he's been, that's all!" She was glad the darkness of evening concealed the Happy Horn. 

"Yeah! I just haven't been myself lately!" Doctor Fox frowned sharply. She wished she'd spoken to the man a little more, because none of this seemed right. She always thought he was probably  troubled by his past, enough that one heart to heart would not be enough to change his personality this much. What she did see was that he didn't hold himself the same way he did this morning. 

"Come on, Rex! Let's go inside!" Unikitty dragged Rex past her friends, the man waving as he passed. She stopped when they reached Rex's room.

"This room has a total lack of glitter." Rex stuck his tongue out. 

"We can fix that later, I promise! I just need to find something." The blue horn continued to taunt Unikitty from the nest of hair it was partially hidden in. She dug through Rex's closet. Surely, the guy bought a hat when he was buying his new wardrobe or something with a hood? If she could just continue to hide the horn, she could convince the others that this was the real Rex. It wasn't a total lie: she remembered when he was a far happier person. She eventually found a cowboy hat and grinned. Perfect. That should be enough to hide the horn. She popped it on his head.  "There! I thought you'd look good in a hat!"

"Okay! You should relax, though. There's no reason to stress!" His voice calmed her. He clearly had that young optimistic soul in him somewhere deep. He just needed someone to drag it out. This made her a good friend, right? "I'm kinda hungry. Do you think Rick has dinner ready, Unikitty?" 

"I can check. Stay here, OK?" She flew out of the room and sighed, relieved. This will work. This has to work. She just had to keep it up for… as long as Rex was still in the castle. Maybe she should convince him to move out? Nah. She wanted to keep him here. 

She eventually returned with food for the two of them and she held a grasp. Puppycorn was in the room with Rex. If anyone could really call her bluff, it was her brother, the one Rex let himself get the closest to. "Hey, little bro! What's up?"

"I'm tellin' Rex about a bone I found! I think it's a dinosaur bone. What do you think, Rex?" The puppy wagged his tail, waiting for his friend's assessment. She watched Rex, worried that this would either break the spell or expose the plot. He looked the bone over for a moment, then shrugged.

"Probably! Good job finding it, Puppycorn!" He pat the puppy's head and returned the bone to him. The dog tilted his head. Was he seeing through Rex right now? He did tend to call Puppycorn 'kid'. 

"Awesome! Can't wait to chew it!" Sparkle matter came off of the pup as he bounded away with his bone. Unikitty sighed. Good. She was safe for now. She handed Rex his dinner and sat down with him. She took the hat off his head and saw that the horn was still firmly on his head. This was exhaustingly stressful and it was only the first day. She felt something move behind her. She looked and finally noticed that Rex had a tail like hers. How long had that been there? It seemed to poke out of his ripped jeans, yet another sign something was amiss with someone who was fully human for as long as they knew him. How could she hide the tail? 

"Hey, Unikitty! You're really stressed. You really should stay positive!" It was in that moment Unikitty realized this could be a huge problem. This wasn't even normal for Rex before the Undar incident. She was going to be caught! It was only a matter of time. She had to stop herself from worrying too much here. She was the only one who knew the real Rex, the one from before he became so broken. This may feel wrong to her, but the others would never know! "Does someone need some sugary sweets? I could totally bake some cookies! I'm sure Rick won't mind."

"Yes! We can totally bake cookies! I know he won't mind the mess!" She pulled Rex off the bed, his suspicious tail still very visible. She tried to stuff the tail in his pants or under his shirt, but it poked back out every time. 

"Why are you hiding that? It's so pretty!" He put his hand on her paw. "I wanna show it off! Let's go show Puppycorn!" He wrapped his hand around her paw and tried to pull her away. She tried to resist his pull but he was stronger than she remembered him being in the past and he dragged her to the foyer. Puppycorn was playing with a toy car, making it race around the carpet. "Puppycorn! Heeeey, Puppycorn!" 

"What's up, big buddy?" Puppycorn looked up to his unusually bubbly buddy. He tilted his head, the occasional question mark coming off of his head. 

"I have a tail now! Not sure how I got it, but it's so pretty and awesome!" The sparkle matter coming off Rex was definitely not what Puppycorn had seen off him before. But he just looked from his friend to the new tail and laughed.

"You got one now, too? That's rad! We're tail buddies!" He didn't suspect a thing. That was easy.

"You can't tell anyone else about Rex's new tail, OK? It's a… for a super secret thing we're doing!" Unikitty chimed in, hoping she could get Puppycorn to at least keep this one secret.

"Oh! I'm good at keeping secrets. Especially Rex's secrets. I've got this, sis." Puppycorn went back to playing with his car, Rex now sitting down next to his friend to play with him. The tail wasn't as visible while he was sitting, so she let the two play while she thought of a way to hide the thing. She lost track of the two for a second, turning her back on them to think. She soon whipped around, a few lightbulbs blinking into existence over her head.

"Rex, I have an idea!" She looked around and saw both Rex and her brother were gone. She heard Puppycorn in the distance calling for Hawkodile. Not good! They probably went off to show off Rex's tail and she wasn't sure if this would have been Puppycorn's idea or Rex's. She rushed to catch up to them and froze. They were showing him the tail. And Hawkodile looked… well, it was always so hard to tell what he was thinking with those sunglasses. He was heading this way, though. She needed to come up with another excuse. And fast.

"Unikitty, why does Rex have a tail? He doesn't seem the type to have one. Especially not one that looks like yours." One corner of his sunglasses lifted. "This seems really familiar, does it?" Little droplet sparkle matter appeared above her head. 

"I just wanted to help." That got the bodyguard to rub his face with his hand.

"Ya know you gotta clean this mess up. Ya know he can't stay like that." Hawkodile gestured to the overly happy Rex, who was excitedly telling Puppycorn some jokes. 

"But he-"

"I'm not gonna tell the others. But only if you clean up the mess." He waited for a reply.

"What mess? He didn't destroy the castle."

"That's not what I mean." Hawkodile called Puppycorn and the two left Unikitty with Rex. She really didn't want to put him right. He was so moody and… really laid back when he wasn't angry. When he was around Puppycorn, he told jokes and he seemed to get along with Richard and Doctor Fox. She frowned. But what would make him be himself again? She approached Rex.

"Hey! Do ya wanna build a skyscraper? We could work together as a team and build it!" She knew her Bricksburg buddy had to be down there deep down and he loved working with a team! "It'll be so much fun!" After a moment with baited breath, she saw that her plan… didn't work. He was still Unikittyfied. She tried to think of what to do next when her brother bounded in. 

"Hey, Rex! Ya wanna play a video game? I just got a racing game!" He held out a controller for Rex to take. "I've been waiting all day to play with you. I wanna know more about that bone I found!" It took a second or two, but the horn soon lit up in a spiral around it. The device vanished in a puff of smoke and the man lost the horn and the smile on his face. He took the controller from Puppycorn.

"I'll join ya in a sec, kid." He watched Puppycorn leave and turned to Unikitty. He didn't say anything, but she could feel his anger and feelings of betrayal. 

"I'm sorry." She turned blue.

"No. You're not." His voice was calm. That was oddly more terrifying to Unikitty than if he started yelling. 

"Are you angry?"

"Princess, I'm just done wasting my limited and probably borrowed time on you. That's all." He gripped the controller and turned around, heading to where Puppycorn was set up. What had she done?

[sarahdogoc80]

when I got on oxy, I was maaad sleepy and rambly. Sober me talks a lot but oxy me was out of pocket and incoherent. I can’t even imagine pulling myself out of bed and logging onto my computer and then responding to several asks about shit I hate if I’m on oxy without at least 20 different typos. I wouldn’t stay on one thought for long enough, let alone writing whole essays and small fanfics about my ocs.

Yeah so was I. My mom started giving me her o*y and P*rcocet starting at 11 due to my foot pain starting to get worse. But because of my age even at that time they wanted to wait till I was 16 to even have the conversation about putting me on Op*its. So doctor didn't do much besides say try some Tylenol which wasn't working. I remember the first time I was given half an old 80 OC. I had broken my arm on a slip n slide on my mom's birthday. The problem was she wanted to go to a concert and thought I was exaggerating. But when I kept crying and saying I couldn't move my arm. She gave me half an 80 and sent me to bed so her mom (my grandma) wouldn't notice my arm was broken. I was 11 at the time almost 12. She put the other half on my nightstand with a cup of water and said to take it if my pain gets worse after 6 hours. Well at some point I think I was trying to go to the bathroom and I kept falling into the wall/floor and laughing, talking incoherently so my grandma came to see what the hell was going on. And because of our family history she knew my mom given me something. Then noticed the broken arm. I don't remember what else happened that night but I do know I woke up to my grandma and mom arguing and my mom finally taking me to get a cast. It was a buckle fracture. After that point because I was a literal child I had started asking for more. Because what they gave me for my arm wasn't helping with the pain. I think it was tylonal. I remember I was just sluggish till I learned how to cut them into pieces that I could handle. And build back up my tolerance. After that point while a bit more dazed as people use to say. I was able to function again after a while.

While I'm still a bit spacy, I am taking my medicine as percriped and don't mess with anything I'm not percriped. Tr*madol and lyrica work fine. Thought hopefully after I get my brace I can lower the tramadol as I'm not a fan of the current mg but I need it to be able to work.

[timeandspacelord]

I love not being able to tell if I am experiencing Alcohol Effects or if this is just Normal Body/Brain Things (normal for me, anyway) with a side of sleep deprivation

[spaciebabie]

anakin i NEED cuddles anakin. i wont survive until i am held in someone's arms as i drift fast into a deep restful sleep anakin

[guiltfist]

eliot complaining that he won't dress in renaissance gear while wearing a green puffer vest and a hooded sweater,,,

[silv3rswirls]

Are You Sure?

Note: Nonrequest, unedited

Warnings: light mentions of insecurity

It was dark besides the glow of the television in the room. It was late, nearing midnight as you and Jongho approached the end of your movie night date. Neither of you wanted to get up though, far too invested as the movie wrapped up, at least Jongho was invested. He was wedged between the back of the sofa and you; an arm wrapped under you and his other resting against your stomach. He stared intently at the screen, now beginning to squint as his tired eyes struggled to stay open. However; you had turned your gaze to the ceiling not long ago, drifting in and out of thought. Your usual tight hold on him had grown lax.

“I’m stuck” Jongho finally sighed, after moments of silence passed and the screen rolled credits. You hummed but didn’t make a move to help him up, leaving him to frown and reach to pinch at your cheek. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Huh?” You blinked, rubbing your cheek and looking over at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t get up” He huffed, “and you’re laying on my arm, so that doesn't help.”

“Oh” you sat up sheepishly, watching him climb out of his spot and slide to sit on the floor, stretching his legs out with a heavy yawn. 

“You’ve been spacy today, what’s wrong?” He asks, picking at the carpet as he nervously awaits your answer.

You sighed, “it’s just…are you sure you love me?” Jongho perks up, looking at you with wide eyes. He felt a bout of worry weighing on his stomach. A few days ago, after pulling him away for some quality time you had cuddled up to him, sleepy and missing him. It was that evening when Jongho muttered his first “I love you.” Quietly, cuddled into the crook of your neck he murmured about how much he loved you.

Now he was worrying if it hadn’t been the right time to tell you, despite how long the two of you had been together. Your relationship was slow, not in a bad way, the two of you just took your time. Both of you were pretty shy and new to developing a relationship.

“I just think sometimes… there are better people out there for you. Someone who likes the things you do, and-”

For the first time, Jongho had turned a glare to you, burning holes into you as you trailed off; unable to voice your insecurities further. “Are you mad?” You ask.

“I hate to break it to you, but I don’t settle.” He announced, not angry but passionate. “Why would you think that?”

“Come to one Jongho, you know we’re really different from one another. I always hear people talking about it…”

“So what?” He frowned, “I love you, I said that the other night because I meant it and I wanted you to know.” He looked at you, face clearly warming up with a blush. “Y-you’re perfect for me. You’re fun and sociable, and even if you don’t like all the things I do it doesn't matter much to me, and you’re so nice…you don’t think I’m boring and I feel so comfortable with you. You encourage me to step out more and have fun- you’re always willing to try.” Jongho moved closer to you as you moved to sit on the floor with him. 

He stole little glances at you, still feelings shy despite having just spilled all his feelings to you. “really…I really love you,” You felt him place a shy, little kiss on your cheek, resting his head on your shoulder afterward. Your face was bringing by now, feeling bad for doubting him.

“I love you too” you breathe, hand inching closer to envelop his.

[sleepyhead-poll]

ROUND 4A, MATCH 1 OUT OF 2!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Ayumu "Osaka" Kasuga:

spacy weirdo who can't stay awake during homeroom. her brain is so crazy. pure moon logic. she's the best.

She wakes up and is so sleepy she can't identify kitchen utensils

Snoozer:

A sock is his nap place of choice

[redxxstrings]

ヽ( ´O｀) , ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ» , (〇o〇；) , ಸヮಸ , (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) for Ichigo!! 🥰❤️

!!!!!!!!!!! your Ichigo Lore, ma’am uwu (from here)

ヽ( ´O｀): what is their body language like when sleepy?

surprisingly cute, lol. he doesn’t (usually) get mad when he’s tired (like a certain other member of his band), but he does get spacy. he’s more likely to completely miss or not process what people are saying to him; he’ll stop what he’s doing right in the middle of it, whether it be walking or making coffee, to just... stand there and drift off. and if he’s not falling asleep standing up, he’s found the nearest corner of a couch or chair to fall asleep in.

he’s a lot easier to deal with when he’s tired. “ichigo, we need you over here.” “...huh...? sure... whatever.”

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: do they have a sensitive spot/s?

depends on what you’re lookin for—

if you’re looking to tickle him: poke his sides when he’s not expecting it. he’ll jump out of his skin and you might even get a laugh out of him.

if you’re looking to have him melt in your arms: run your fingers through his hair and your hands over his shoulders and back. both relax him more than he’d be willing to admit out loud, and he’ll be putty in your hands in seconds.

if you’re looking to turn him on: run your hands over his chest and down his abs / stomach. trace your fingers down his arm or on his thighs. playing with his earrings (especially while you’re sitting in his lap) will do it, too.

(〇o〇；): what is their body language like when they are stressed? do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? how do they recover from said stress?

he’s noticeably more tense when he’s stressed, specifically in his shoulders and his face — his shoulders will be significantly more tight than usual, his eyebrows will be almost constantly scrunched together, and his lips will be pressed together. he also tends to jump if someone touches him / gets in his space unexpectedly if he’s tense. he tries to hide it because he doesn’t want anyone else to worry or bother him about it, but it’s pretty easy to tell with him if you know what to look for.

much like any other negative emotion he feels, the easiest way for him to recover is to take a nap. he’s not one to avoid stressors, though, so if something fixable is making him tense (rather than something out of his control), he’d try to fix it first. then nap if that didn’t work.

ಸヮಸ: do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? do they snort? slap their knee? do that seal-esque clap? do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?

ichigo doesn’t laugh often — he’ll do a Sensible Chuckle every now and then or one of those little amused breaths through his nose, but it’s rarely a full on laugh. that said, if he were to laugh out loud, it’d be one of those really big ones — the kind where he can’t keep his arms crossed and he’s leaned so far back in his seat you’d think he was gonna fall and he can’t really breathe and his eyes are watering and it’s such a pure and happy sound that it makes everyone listening smile and start laughing, too.

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): do they prefer kisses on the cheek? forehead? what about neck kisses?

he’s not opposed to any kind of kiss, but i think he’d particularly like cheek kisses. there’s something really cute about them to him. maybe it has to do with his height and the fact that whoever was giving him a kiss on the cheek would probably have to stand on their toes / pull him down to their level.

[chaolie]

Fundy Week, Day 2 - Family

Here's what I managed to write for the 2nd prompt of @fundyfiles' Fundy Week! Instead of going by blood family, I decided to pretend that the adoption arc actually ended good and all is well. So yeah! Just some Fundy & Eret fluff! Again, this is also on my Ao3!

Characters: Fundy, Eret

Words: 1k

Warnings: none

Summary: Fundy prepares to spend some time in another SMP, but he still finds some time to spend with his adoptive parent, Eret, before he has to leave. And for once, things feel great.

Fundy slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a big, comfortable bed placed in a rather spacy room. He sat up and looked around, it sometimes took him a moment to remember where he was after waking up, he moved around quite a bit after all… as soon as the sleepiness left his mind, he felt stupid for forgetting. This was his room. His home.

He got out of his bed and walked over to the window, pushing away the curtains and letting the sunlight into the bedroom. The sun was quite high, he must’ve slept in a bit, but it’s not like he was in rush, he had nothing planned until the evening. While watching the world outside, he noticed a familiar person enter through the gate, and found himself smiling. ‘Familiar’ was an understatement.

He grabbed his jacket and hat before leaving the room, quickly going down the stairs and to the main entrance, managing to make it outside just before the person he spotted through the window could enter. They stopped before Fundy crushed into them, and smiled upon seeing him.

“Hi! Good morning!” Fundy greeted them, fixing up his hat as he came to a full stop.

“Hey, it’s good to see you awake.” Eret, the person Fundy saw, answered. “How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well, pretty well,” the fox hybrid admitted. “Though I did wake up just a couple of minutes ago…”

“Of course,” Eret nodded, it was something she expected to hear. “In that case, you must be hungry. Let me just put this bag away and we can have a late breakfast.”

“Sounds great! What are we eating?” Fundy asked as he stepped out of Eret’s way, allowing them to enter the castle. They shrugged in response.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked while walking inside and heading towards one of the storage rooms near the entrance.

“I don’t know, uhh…” Fundy hesitated. What did he want to eat? Eret seemed to wonder about that for a moment as well.

“How about some bread and carrots? We can get some more fulfilling foods for dinner,” they suggested eventually. Fundy nodded, he didn’t have that for quite a while.

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed.

Eret quickly put the blocks she had in the bag into one of the chests in the room before heading towards the room they usually ate in, Fundy following her not far behind. The food didn’t take long to prepare, so within moments, they both sat at the big table and both enjoyed their very-late breakfast. Despite its simplicity, it was tasty and Fundy felt lucky to have woken up just in time to have it. After eating in silence for a bit, Eret finally spoke up.

“So… you’re leaving today, aren’t you?” he pointed out. Fundy nodded to confirm.

“Yeah. But I’m not going until the evening, so I still have a bit to spend here,” he clarified before going back to his food.

“I see… so what do you want to do today?” Eret asked. Fundy shrugged, he wasn’t sure himself. “...I could show you the progress I’ve made on my building project, if you’d like? Who knows, it might be completed when you get back.”

“Oh, yeah, we should do that. I also want to drop by my old place, if you don’t mind? To make sure I didn’t leave anything important there,” he explained. That seemed to confuse Eret a bit.

“Sure, but… you can’t bring anything with you, can you?” he reminded. Fundy nodded.

“Well, yeah, that’s how it works. But without me here, what’s stopping anyone from walking in and taking anything they want?” he explained his concern better.

“Oh, I see. If you find anything, I’ll look after it while you’re gone,” Eret promised. Fundy smiled upon hearing that.

“Thanks, mum ,” he said, adding the last word somewhat jokingly, but it still felt somewhat accurate.

“You’re welcome, son ,” Eret shot back. “Are you done eating?”

“Oh, yeah! We can go now, if you want,” Fundy confirmed, getting off his chair and stepping back from the table. Eret did the same.

“Great, let me just grab some things and we can be on our way.”

It was a good day. Fundy got to see all the progress Eret made on their latest build, and happily listened as they described all the things they still planned to add. With him away, they could probably focus on bringing their ideas to life… and he couldn’t wait to see the results once he’d get back. They also stopped by his old house, checking the chests for any valuables, but except for an iron ingot or two, there was nothing there. It wasn't too surprising, most of Fundy's belongings were already stored in his room, in Eret's castle.

As the sun started to linger over the horizon, they both headed back home, and Fundy quickly went to his room to leave his things and grab the device that would allow him to travel. He was heading to a different SMP, where he’d meet some of his old friends, but without the small machine, it would be impossible to get there. Once he made it downstairs again, Eret was still waiting for him, and offered to walk him into the woods, where he intended to use the device. He gladly accepted that offer, and the two of them quickly made their way further from the castle, until the surroundings seemed just right. There, they’d have to part ways.

“Stay safe, and have fun,” Eret said before they’d have to turn back.

“Yeah, yeah… don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I know some people there, and from what I heard they don’t have any lives limit there either,” he explained as he pulled out the device from his pocket.

“I’m glad. Take care of yourself, Fundy. And good luck,” they wished him, putting a hand over his shoulder.

“Thanks. Have fun building,” he answered before going quiet for a moment. “...I’ll miss you,” he admitted finally.

“I’ll miss you, too. But you can always come back, right?” Eret reminded him. And she was right, from what Fundy heard, traveling back and forth shouldn’t be too complicated after the first time doing so.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he nodded. After hesitating for a bit, he leaned forward and gave Eret a short hug before turning around and walking a bit further. “Bye, re-” he cut himself off before he could finish.

That didn’t sound like the ‘teasing’ kind of way they usually said those things. Of course, they were a family, but ‘official titles’ like that didn’t appear in their conversations too often, and they were mostly said jokingly. But this time, it wasn’t a joke, but a slip-up. Though maybe Eret wouldn’t notice? He looked back at him and found him smiling.

“Goodbye, son,” they waved at him. So they did notice.

Fundy felt embarrassed, in a way. Technically, Eret was his parent, she adopted him after all. But he didn’t plan to call her that just now, it just happened somehow- It shouldn’t matter, should it? Eret didn’t seem bothered by that, so he shouldn’t worry about it either. Brushing the embarrassment aside, he focused on getting his traveling device working. It didn’t take long to figure it out, and soon enough he could feel it starting to pull him into the other world.

He looked back at Eret, at his parent, at one of the few people he considered family, and found them waving at him. He waved back before disappearing. It was nice, having somewhere he could always come back to and having someone he could always depend on.

***

To be clear, Fundy stopped himself from referring to Eret as "ren", which is short of paRENt! I saw it used a couple of times and I really like the term!

Also, I didn't have any specific SMP in mind while writing this, so where Fundy's heading to is up to your interpretation. Is it cogchamp, is it vault hunters, who knows! At least he'll have fun!

[christianstepmoms]

I'm very sleepy and stuff, I may do a short stream later tonight, but in the meantime, come hang out with throkgaar in the studio of some spacy synth track he's working on!

https://www.twitch.tv/throkgaar