#( ;; pappy bones )

[astralnymphh]

caregiver!ellie is sooo cute but wha about caregiver!reader…

i jus wanna play with her hair n tell her how amazing she is…😞

ughh anon ur in luck cuz I always had the perfect scenario for this in mind. a little tired rn but I'll try, so here we go!! SFW, bit angsty if you squint?? moreso sappy. ✰ . . TLOU UNIVERSE

rust of blood, a scent that churns nostrils and sickens guts. that scent, nested in your nose as you led ellie into the bathroom, embossing crimson prints in each step. damn infected, right? cramming their ridgy fungi bodies through painstakingly set traps– little fuckers weaseled upon your property. nothing to fret about, els was there– as usual– to mow them down to the bone. but everytime, would return a person so done with this bullshit, her own bullshit. gushy assumptions that leave her feeling a tad peeved that she couldn't 'do better for you', when all she gave you was betterness, everyday. it's the little things that tick her off. the little things that sparsely matter to you.

"arms up." you asked, so brittle– so fine. fine on the ears roughened– reddened, scars prevail. with her wearied ass sat atop the baths' edge, you felt nothing waned from nurturing. that beaten freckled face, so preciously relying on you to care for her. ellie draws her arms up, stiller then bark when you tuck and pare her soiled shirt off, plaid pattern muddled by a likeness of bloodshed. you dip down, knees bound to a squat, popping her fly open and rolling the denim up and off her legs. els didn't really utter much. she was really tired, bone–tired. so, with the rest of her clothes messily assorted in a pile at your feet, you arise, guiding her with a shoulder tap. "c'mon–" the clear water welcomes her body, fingertips rubescent as they dig into the white tubs' edge, sinking in slowly. a soft grunt flows from her nose, water rippling as her elbows drift to her flank. you sidle upon a stool beside her, soaked rag in hand, it drips. the drops, they find their way onto els' spent skin of tender bruises. there's a certain breed of kindness that one's hands will pamper along the body of a lover, your hands, her body, a doting kindness. you swipe the rag up her scruff, taking gentle time on the groove where jaw and neck weave in flesh. she reciprocates in pleased buzzes, hums to show an unwaver of contentment. raggy bristles tickle her skin, running along the pistil pores, so smoothly– she just has to let you know, "m'not gonna lie, this is nice." and dreary lids flip to creased ones, uplifted by a fat–cheeked beam. a girl could used to this, after starving of its attention, for so long, years and tears hence. she adds with rasp, an irritated rasp, "fucking stupid of me for not checking the perimeters, m'so dumb, i should've–" she scolds herself, and you scold threefold– kindly, "infected, are fuckin' stupid. not you, babe." it baffles you to even hear her words of self–scorn perk on your ears, you affirm further, "you're so smart for even suggesting the traps in the first place, don't even say that." your available hand skids up her back, knurling knuckles in her pappy wet tuft and pressing a strand to your thumb, "never, say that." you repeat nimbly, lacking tone, pitching in breath. the strand you press, it oozes more drops like a squashed orange, pulping to your mold of it. she smiles wider, and wider, till finally– her teeth held in place. null troubles could sweep those cheeks of dimples. then her lips cleave, and that coral tongue begins to wag again, muttering, "fuck, you're so sweet." then, bowing her head in amusement of her words, she muttered softer than prior, "too sweet." a smile she lifts somehow further, bathwater wets her rosy cheeks– a glisten hardly unnoticed in dim candle blaze.

and what is encouraged beyond those words, is your velvet kiss to her wrist, catching and craning it up to meet your mouth. you sow it, palp it, suckle it, and squeak with a pop, surfing straight into your praise of, "but you're my sweet girl.." moseying the rag down the span of her bicep, mellowly.

"shut up.."

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

xavier x addams reader where she does witchy things and xavier is totally whipped for her

Ahh I miss writing for this fandom! Wednesday is one of my favorite fandom to write for (especially addams!reader) <3 Where is everyone?

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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‘’Hand me the crow skull.’’

Xavier scanned across the table for the skull and handed it to you. There was a small — and overpriced — witchcraft store in Jericho, but he had a feeling you had gotten it yourself from a dead crow. The thought sent shivers down his back and impressed him at the same time.

‘’What is it that you’re doing exactly?’’ he asked, his spiritualism and witchcraft practice knowledge not as advanced as yours. 

Before you, a pentacle had been drawn with some lit candles around it, turning an old table into your altar. In the middle of the pentacle, you had superpositioned some bones along with a piece of fabric, turning the Nightshades library into your personal sanctuary.

If Principal Weems ever found out, she would shut down all activities and confiscate all of your material. Although Nevermore was a school for outcasts of all kinds, witchcraft practice outside classes was strictly forbidden. 

‘’Spying on my enemies,’’ you replied as you placed the small crow skull on top of the stacked bones. ‘’I suspect Bianca is planning to sabotage the Black Cats’ boat for tomorrow's Poe Cup.’’

‘’She sabotages everyone's boats every year. This is nothing new,’’ Xavier said, already feeling defeated although the competition was tomorrow. 

Somehow, only Bianca's boat make it back across the lake every year. Everyone else end up in the lake. It's too strange to be a coincidence or a fair win.

‘’Her little plans won’t be going accordingly this year. Wednesday made me swear on our great aunt Calpurnia’s grave that I would make sure Bianca wouldn’t sabotage her team’s boat. Unfortunately, a protection spell on their boat would be too obvious, but I can figure out her plans with a little crow's eye.’’ 

Xavier drew his eyebrows. ‘’A crow’s eye?’’ 

You hummed, then grabbed a handful of white grains and asked Xavier to move. ‘’Step back, mon amour, I wouldn’t want to injure you. It’s gonna blow up.’’ 

Getting the message, Xavier took a few steps back and watched from a safe distance. 

‘’Wings of Titania,’’ you began, sprinkling white grains around the bones,’’bear mine eyes aloft as I bid thee.’’ You dropped the rest of the white grains and all that was inside the pentagram blew up, your eyes turning white as your head tilted back the same way your sister would when getting a vision. 

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[candied-peach]

ao3: "gag gifts" rating: T warnings: moceit, dukeceit, platonic intruality, remus typical humor, food mention genre: fluff description: Patton loves his gift so much, he wants to spread the Christmas cheer a little further this year.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...

Just a happy pappy father figment, Patton thinks, creeping over to the door that separates the dark sides' living area and looking at it. Roman added a yellow crisscross of caution tape to it at some point, but the tape is peeling, and 'Juicy Ass' has been added to it in acid green marker. He has three tubes of different Christmas wrapping paper under one arm, a variety of cardboard boxes stuffed into a bigger box under the other, and his heart is pounding so loud, he thinks it's a miracle no one has come out of their rooms to investigate the ruckus. Logan is busy trying to solve Virgil's puzzle, Roman is most likely listening to Christmas carols in his own room or perhaps putting the finishing touches on a winter wonderland in the Imagination, and Patton already checked on Virgil earlier- he's fallen asleep early, with his headphones in, emo music filtering out into the air.

He juggles everything to open the door, wincing when the hinges creak. Dim light spills out, what looks like the glow of Christmas lights in rainbow colors. Despite himself, Patton feels a twinge of curiosity. He's never seen what it looks like when the others decorate for Christmas. Hadn't really paid much thought to it before. It shouldn't surprise him, but a little squeak escapes when he reaches the first garland of lights and realizes all the light bulbs are actually shaped like dicks. Red spreads across his face like a stain. Clearly Remus's touch.

"Whatcha doin', Daddy?" Remus breathes into Patton's ear, suddenly right behind him, and Patton nearly screams as he whirls around, dropping the tubes of wrapping paper. Remus doesn't look apologetic at all.

"Remus!" Patton hisses. "You startled me!"

"I know," Remus says. His eyes nearly glow poison green in the dark. Bioluminescence. His grin is just a little too wide. "And I repeat, whatcha doin', Daddy-O?"

"I just-" Patton sighs. "Is Janus asleep?"

"Yep," Remus answers. "Why? Didja wanna put something in his bed?" His eyes gleam, much like his teeth. "I can help ya if you want, but only if it's dangerous!"

"No," Patton blurts out. The side in front of him almost looks disappointed. "No, I just- I wanted-" Patton huffs a sigh, bending down and retrieving the wrapping paper. "I wanted to return the favor," he admits. "His gift really- really tickled my funny bone, and the card was sweet, and I just-" Patton fumbles for a moment, before tilting the cavalcade of boxes so Remus can see the homemade cards nestled inside.

"I wanted to make him a little gag gift of his own," Patton says. "And leave it down here. Is- is that okay?" He feels like holding his breath, waiting for Remus's response. Luckily, it's not long in coming.

"Yeah, sure!" Remus agrees, willingly enough. "Ya know, you could have wrapped it all over there." Patton flushes crimson. In all the subterfuge he had been plotting, he...hadn't considered that.

"Lemme help," Remus pleads. "I can make the boxes different shapes! To confuse him more!" 

"Okay," Patton says, as Remus grabs his shoulder and tugs him over to a ratty plaid-patterned couch that had more stains on it than Patton wanted to think about. Remus plops down on the thin carpet, hands held up for the boxes, and Patton grabs the cards out of the top box before handing them over. Remus raises an eyebrow when he notices that there are two, and Patton reddens again.

"For you, too," Patton says. "But you can't see until Christmas."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Remus says, agreeably enough. Patton doesn't trust it at all. When Remus looks down, chewing on a stray piece of cardboard, Patton tucks Remus's card under his shirt. Just for the time being.

Remus summons scissors and tape (the tape is strangely fuzzy the first time, until Patton pleads for a more normal one- Remus looks like he wants to argue until Patton admits in a quiet voice it's a sensory thing, and then he gets new tape without blinking), and they spend a surprisingly amenable time together, arranging and rearranging present boxes until the final product looks like Janus is unwrapping a vacuum cleaner.

"Here ya go," Remus says, handing Patton a second box. This one is shaped like a trashcan and already wrapped. "For my card."

"Thank you, but I-" Patton pauses, patting the front of his shirt. The card is gone. He blinks at Remus, astonished. "How did you-"

Remus grins.

"That's for me to know and you to find out!" He singsongs, cackling to himself. "Nighty night, Pattycake!"

"Good night," Patton says, climbing to his feet with the help of one of Remus's surprisingly hot hands. He finds himself smiling. "Thank you for your help, Remus. You'll- you'll make sure Janus gets it, right?"

"Of course! What do you take me for?" Remus asks, mock offended as he puts a hand to his heart. He tilts his head impossibly far to one side. "Oh! Oh, Janny's awake!"

"Oh!" Patton exclaims. He attempts to bolt out of the living room, only to run smack into the side in question. Janus blinks, staring down at Patton's sprawled form with sleep-blurred eyes.

"Patton?" Janus asks, his voice raspy and addled with fatigue. He's still wearing his Christmas sweater, but he's added snake-patterned pajama pants to the ensemble, and to Patton's slight surprise, he is wearing the socks Roman gave him. "What are you doing here?" He offers a hand to help Patton up, and Patton realizes that he's not wearing his gloves.

"Helping me!" Remus chimes in brightly. "Come on, Jan Jan, we gotcha somethin'!"

"Perish the thought," Janus says dryly, as Remus plants a sloppy, enthusiastic kiss on Janus's scaled cheek. "Thank you. What do you mean?"

"Look!" Remus giggles, pointing at the vacuum-shaped box. Janus's eyebrow raises. Patton flushes red, as both Janus and Remus tow him forward. He finds himself coaxed back onto the couch, surrounded by the pair.

"Whatever could it be," Janus muses, as he reads the tag. "To Janus, from Patton (Remus helped!) Patton, why did you-?" He turns a little, surprised, and Patton just motions toward the gift.

"Go on," Patton encourages, his mouth a little dry. His face is still flushed, and his heart feels a little fluttery. Janus looks very pretty in the dim light.

"Is it...a vacuum?" Janus asks, delicately unpeeling the paper.

"No," Remus nearly shouts, cackling again. "Try again, Janny!"

The next box shouldn't be possible, but it is shaped like a canoe. Janus blinks at it, then grins.

"Oh, I see," Janus says, turning slightly to Patton. "Have you gotten me back then?"

"Maybe," Patton says, trying to sound innocent. "I don't know. Maybe you should keep opening them."

Improbable sizes and shapes slip past in a flurry of Christmas-themed wrapping paper, and Patton is enraptured by Janus's soft laughter and sparkling eyes. Remus refuses to unwrap his own until Janus is down to his own actual card.

"Oh, Patton," Janus says softly when he's finally holding the holiday card, carefully crayoned two-headed snake sprawled across the front. "Thank you."

"Merry Christmas, Janus," Patton murmurs, feeling like he's full of fizzy bubbles.

"Patton!" Remus exclaims, having finally torn the wrapping paper off his own. "You kraken me up, too!" He grins, holding up the card covered in cephalopod puns. Patton had asked Virgil several veiled, completely obvious questions about what Remus had ever showed interest in.

"Would you like to join everyone for breakfast?" Patton asks. "I could make pancakes...?" For a moment, Janus looks like he is going to decline, and Patton feels disappointment weigh down his stomach.

"Why not?" Janus gives in gracefully. "Don't let Remus near the syrup."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Patton promises. To his surprise, he finds Janus's arm settling itself around his shoulders.

"Is this okay?" Janus asks, nervous. Patton beams.

"Of course, Janus," he says. The Christmas dick lights twinkle down on them as Remus springs up from the couch and disappears for a moment.

"Oh, Janny-" Remus starts, running back in.

"You are not putting mistletoe over us," Janus interrupts. Patton tries not to feel a tiny bit disappointed at that.

"You're no fun," Remus pouts. "Fine. Over me instead?" He puts a sprig of mistletoe over his head and wiggles his shoulders in a shimmy. Janus laughs.

"Fine," he says, and tugs Remus down to kiss his cheek.

Patton leans his head against Janus's shoulder, tired from staying up so long.

"Merry Christmas, Patton," Janus says quietly, as Patton's awareness starts to slip away. "I'll wake you up before breakfast, I promise."

[kwebtv]

TV Guide  -  November 2 - 8, 1963

Wilfred Bailey Everett Bixby III (January 22, 1934 – November 21, 1993) professionally known as Bill Bixby, Film and television actor, director, producer, and frequent game-show panellist.

Bixby's career spanned more than three decades, including appearances on stage, in films, and on television series. He is known for his roles in the CBS sitcom My Favorite Martian as Tim O'Hara, in the ABC sitcom The Courtship of Eddie's Father as Tom Corbett, in the NBC crime drama series The Magician as stage Illusionist Anthony Blake, and the CBS science-fiction drama series The Incredible Hulk as Dr. David Banner.  He also worked with Mariette Hartley in his final series, Goodnight, Beantown,  (Wikipedia)

Herman Raymond Walston (November 2, 1914 – January 1, 2001) was an American actor and comedian, well known as the title character on My Favorite Martian. His other major film, television, and stage roles included Luther Billis (South Pacific), Mr. Applegate (Damn Yankees), Orville J. Spooner (Kiss Me, Stupid), J. J. Singleton (The Sting), Poopdeck Pappy (Popeye), Mr. Hand (Fast Times at Ridgemont High), Candy (Of Mice and Men), Glen Bateman (The Stand), and Judge Henry Bone (Picket Fences).

The success of My Favorite Martian typecast Walston and he had difficulty finding serious roles after the show's cancellation. He returned to character actor status in the 1970s and 1980s, and guest starred in such series as Custer, The Wild Wild West, Love, American Style, The Rookies, Mission: Impossible, Ellery Queen, The Six Million Dollar Man, Little House on the Prairie, and The Incredible Hulk, again with Bixby, in which Walston played Jasper the Magician in an episode called "My Favorite Magician".

In 1984, Walston played a judge on an episode of Night Court. Six years later, he made a guest appearance on an episode of L.A. Law. He later was hired for the role of Judge Henry Bone on Picket Fences; the character was originally a recurring role, but Walston proved to be so popular the character was later upgraded to a starring role.

He appeared in Star Trek: The Next Generation as Boothby, head groundskeeper at Starfleet Academy in San Francisco, and reprised the role twice on Star Trek: Voyager.

In 1988, he guest starred in an episode of the popular horror-fantasy show Friday the 13th: the Series, as a bitter, elderly comic-book artist who uses a demonically cursed comic book to transform himself into a killer robot and murder his erstwhile enemies. 

Walston received three Emmy Award nominations for Best Supporting Actor in a Drama Series for his work on Picket Fences, winning twice, in 1995 and 1996. CBS cancelled the show after four seasons in 1996. Walston made a guest appearance in an episode of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman entitled "Remember Me", in which he portrayed the father of Jake Slicker, who was stricken with Alzheimer's disease.

Walston played Grandfather Walter Addams in Addams Family Reunion (1998).  He appeared in the Touched by an Angel episode, "The Face on the Barroom Floor", which aired on October 15, 2000.

Walston made a cameo in the 7th Heaven episode, "One Hundred", which aired on January 29, 2001, four weeks after his death. (Wikipedia)

[undertale-writing-times]

How would the bad sans’ react to an S/O who is being yelled at by emotionally abusive parents in front of them and the parent raises their hand like they are gonna smack their love? Sorry if it is a bit dark. Thank you for your time.

This one was a lot of fun to write! I also did it pretty fast which was nice :)

Nightmare: He could have felt the negative feelings coming off you even without being in the house. He never did like people who were abusive, it was just annoying to have to deal with... when he noticed what the parent was about to do, his tentacle shot out grabbing their wrist and tugs it back. He could hear the crack, but he didn't honestly care. "I wouldn't suggest doing that" he would say, then lead you out of the house. You're staying with him for the time being.

Killer: Normally he doesn't care if people got hurt, but you were his datemate, so he ran over and stopped your parents hand from hitting you, "Hey hey! Come on, maybe we don't do that sorta thing right now" he pulled out his blade as he said that, holding it in his other hand. He doesn't care that they're your parent, he will kill them if they try to hurt you.

Dusty: The second he saw the movement his body moved by itself. He summoned a bone and smacked your parents hand away with it, "Don't you dare fucking touch them" He spat with as much hate in his voice as he could. Pappy even went and moved his arms around you, even if you couldn't feel it. "Y/n, go outside, you're not staying with them" if your parent tried to talk back the glare Dusty gave them would make anyone's blood run cold. He's just so damn angry right now.

Axe: The yelling already made him on edge, and when he saw the movement, he reaches out grabbing your parents wrist, growling lowly. His eyeshine glowed bright with his anger and annoyance, his fingertips digging into their skin drawing blood. "Try it" he hisses. He lets their hand go, taking yours into his much gentler, and walked out with you. He couldn't believe that someone would try to hurt their own family.

Error: Honestly the second the yelling and shouting started they opened a portal, pushing you through it, then raised their middle finger at your parent, and left with you. They don't deal with shouting.

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013, Coen brothers)

14/02/2024

Inside Llewyn Davis is a 2013 film directed and written by Joel and Ethan Coen and starring Oscar Isaac, Carey Mulligan, Justin Timberlake and John Goodman.

The film is inspired by the life of folk singer Dave Van Ronk, active in New York in the sixties.

It participated in competition at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival, where it won the Special Jury Grand Prix.

New York, February 1961: Llewyn Davis is a struggling young folk singer whose recent solo album, Inside Llewyn Davis, was a flop; being without money and nowhere to go, he sleeps on the sofas of friends and acquaintances. One evening, after playing at the Gaslight Café in Greenwich Village, he is beaten at the back of the venue by a mysterious and rude individual for reasons not immediately specified.

He subsequently accepts Jim's proposal to record a new song, agreeing to be paid immediately 200 dollars in exchange for the transfer of the copyright, in order to have the money for the abortion.

The young man accepts a ride to Chicago in the company of the laconic poet Johnny Five and the grumpy heroin-addicted jazz musician Roland Turner; during the trip he reveals that his musical partner, Mike Timlin, committed suicide by jumping off a bridge.

In an expanded version of the film's opening scene, Davis performs at the Gaslight and Pappi reports to him that a "friend" is waiting for him in the back; Davis then watches a young Bob Dylan perform on stage.

The film starts from the Coen's reflection on the rebirth of interest in folk music in the sixties, and in particular that despite the genre's exquisitely rural identity, in that period it was followed above all in a metropolis like New York, and that so all its major performers were natives, like Brooklyn's Dave Van Ronk and Ramblin' Jack Elliott.

When writing the screenplay, the pair of directors drew mainly from Van Ronk's autobiography, published posthumously in 2005, The Mayor of MacDougal Street but, even before starting to write it, the Coens had started from a single idea: imagine Van Ronk getting beaten up outside Gerde's Folk City in the Village.

Producer Scott Rudin, who had previously worked with the Coens on True Grit and No Country for Old Men, collaborated on the project. StudioCanal helped the production financially in the absence of a US financier/distributor.

On May 9, 2013, shortly before the presentation of the film at the Cannes Film Festival, the red band trailer and a new poster were also released.

The soundtrack was curated by T Bone Burnett, songwriter, producer and Oscar winner for the song The Weary Kind, and by Marcus Mumford.

[cellard0ors]

Eventually they go back to his place.

It’s a tiny walk up above a bagel shop, so the scent of freshly baked bread is overpowering, but not unpleasant.

Travis’s home is small and mostly barren. It’s as if he couldn’t think of any decorations to have, so he just didn’t bother. It’s full of nothing but practicalities – sofa, television, coffee table and the appropriate appliances.

Laura walks around wearing Travis’s police coat.

He always has it in his squad car just in case he needs it. Today, he needed it. It’s not exactly long enough to cover her, but it hides the bulk of her nudity.

However, she does find herself tugging on it, doing her best to hide the parts its poor at concealing – mainly her exposed privates and her ass.

Travis, for his part, keeps an eye out for any potential onlookers. He also shields her from view as much as possible. Once in his home, however, she relaxes considerably,

It makes him grin, feeling like a predator who has just caught their prey off guard. But he’s not going to attack just yet, still more concerned with her basic needs, “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

She shakes her head in the negative and looks around, fingers dancing over his book shelves. It looks like she’s reading a few titles before moving on into his kitchen.

She spots some childish drawings with magnets holding them in place on the refrigerator – the only artwork she’s seen. There’s one that is – most likely - supposed to be Travis, a child’s handwriting above the clunky figure reading ‘Unkl Travus’.

The other picture has a different art style – this clearer, albeit no less immature. Each of the figures depicted in crayon have names labeled above their heads: Grammie, Pappy, Daddy, Mommy, Uncle Bobby, Uncle Travis, my brother, me.

Laura looks at both thoughtfully and Travis feels a little sheepish as he admits, “Yeah – the kids made those. Y’know, back when they were little. Caleb made this one. Kaylee here.”

He points to each in turn and Laura lets out a hefty breath, “They mean so much to you…”

Travis knows where this is going, “They do. But that doesn’t mean I regret my decision. I chose you. I’d choose you again. Don’t feel guilty about it.”

“Hard not to.” Laura turns so she can look directly at him, “I did appreciate their efforts…the children, in trying to free Silas. But after I got free during the fire and saw he’d bitten Caleb, we had to go. Again, I couldn’t trust-!”

“You’re preaching to the choir, Laura.” Travis huffs, “If anyone understands trust issues – it’s me.”

Laura nods and looks away from the pictures, “Still…wish we could have gotten the bone. Not to mention I now have no idea where Silas has gotten off to. I’m his guardian, his family, I watch out for him. Knowing he’s out there all alone…”

“Hey,” Travis tugs her forward, hugging her, “We’ll find him. Okay? We’ll fix this. Together.”

She nods, but he feels her burrow deeper into his chest. The way she’s doing so…it’s as if she’s starving for his touch, desperate for it.

What must it have been like for her? No doubt she’d been cooped up in some enclosed fish tank, a prison, always on display for gawking onlookers who doubted her authenticity or, even worse, poked fun at her for it.

…for fuck’s sake, even HE’D called her the ‘fish’ girl…

The thought makes his blood boil, but he just focuses on how good she feels in his arms. However, she eventually breaks away, asking softly, “Um…can I shower? I know that probably seems weird to ask after all the time we spent in the lake, but-!”

“No, it’s not strange.” He kisses her forehead, “Not if you need it.”

Laura’s lips twitch, “No more glasses, but still a cheesy dork.”

“I wear contacts now.”

“Mmm, do you?” she asks in good humor and Travis has to admit, he’s never felt this good himself. The more the memories settle in and the sharper they become, the more he realizes why he’s always felt so adrift.

Laura brought so much into his life – a sense of adventure and fun, things he’d never received from anyone else. True, he had good moments with both of his siblings, but neither of them compared to those days and nights he spent growing up alongside this girl – this woman.

After all, Laura may look like she’s in her twenties, but she’s truly closer to his own age and this thought sobers him some. What if he’s not good enough for her now? As old as he is.

She deserve a full life – a better one. He can only give her the time he has left. But, in so many ways, that’s better than no time at all and – while knowingly selfish – he wants that.

He wants her.

Travis hopes she wants it too, wants him too, and he promised her nothing but pleasure from here on out. A pleasure he plans to deliver as he gamely escorts her to his restroom with its glass encased shower.

A shower big enough for two.

A fact she’ll learn soon enough,

But, for now, he goes about innocently showing her the knobs and giving her toiletries and towels. Travis leaves the room and, as the shower head clicks on, he grins wickedly.

He’ll give ger a few minutes alone.

And then it’s ready for not, here he comes…

[skeleboiii84]

Drunken honey love~😉🧡

(Warning! Smut)

It was a late Saturday night you and chara were binging the Fear street trilogy. There were cans of soda and sweets all over the floor stretch was down at muffets and blue was out on a mission. It wasn't long after the movies finished chara left to go home.

You missed stretch so much, you knew he told you he'd probably be back late .. And drunk-, and to not wait up for him. But you couldn't help it you just wanted to cuddle up with him. You were on the sofa scrolling through Reddit at like 12:30. When you heard the door open and close followed by a drunken hiccup and groan.

(*Yup, That stretch all right*) you thought to yourself. "Baby is that you? ", you asked.

"Huh- wha a ohh HonNnnneYyyy" stretch said with a slur. You couldn't help but giggle a little as he waddled to approach you.

His face was a light orange because of the drink, "I thought I tol ya not ta wait upp", he flopped on the couch next to you before scooting up to place his head in your chest. " yeah well I missed you too much so I stayed up for you", you giggled and placed a gentle kiss on his head.

"Dawww baAb ya dind haveta do dat", he said with a smile " howz bout I giz ya a SweeEttt snooch right.. On dos seggsy libs a' yours", you didn't even get a chance to respond before his teeth were pressed against your lips.

You felt his tounge slip past your lips as he ruffled your hair holding your head. For a split second he pulled away to lift up your shirt. "Stretch!" You yelped but it was too late he'd already lifted up your shirt to reveal your bare chest. "Woudda look at that~", he said with a smirk.

Before you knew it his magic tounge was licking your boob and you started to let out some soft moans. "Mm- ngh stretch", " wha waz tha honey~", he paused for a second. "Why'd you stop? " you asked with a little bit of eagerness. "If ya wan any more yer gon havfta earnn it~", he said in a low tone that made you feel so hot. " with what~? " you asked seductively.

He picked up the tone in your voice before looking you dead in the eyes and pulling something out of his pocket. Oh my god it was a vibrator. You stared at it for a second, then you felt him push it against your pussy. "Heh~ lookz like pretty girlz gottA wet PussSy righ now~", "MMNH!" You weren't expecting it you were hauling at stretch hoodie, practically scraping him. "M-more I want more~! " you moaned.

"More huh~ alrigh~", he slured before pulling down your pants and underwear. He then pulled down the zipper to his pants and pulled them down to reveal a orange dick throbbing and Cumming just a tiny bit. " thin ya can take all dis babyyy" he said looking almost hungry in a way and oh fuck did it turn you on. You nodded and he started to rub his dick off your wet pussy feeling his cock throb against you got you excited for him.

It didn't take long before the feeling of his cock against you made you cum. "Cummin already huh~? Dirttyy girll~" he said as he grabbed your two thighs and repositioned himself, and the you felt him buck up into you making you moan loudly. "Ohhhhhh yeasa", he moaned softly to himself. As he went faster he started to whimper and moan a little louder each time, it only turned you on ten times more. " pappy, faster go faster pleaseee~! " you pleaded in a moan.

"Hah- yeah Yeah! Yeah! Oh god- fuck- haAAAhhh!" Hearing him moan like that made you cum "*huff! * ah fuck~ stretch~~" you whispered. But when you turned to look at him he was asleep. You looked at him with a spark in your eye and sighed before pulling the nearest blanket over the two of you.

"I love you, silly bones" you whispered to him and placed another gentle kiss on his head.

[homegrownkel]

Samaras and Pappi

Some plants fly, some should stay on the ground.

It's been a long while since Kel was folded into a helicopter - usually the Foundation gives enough charity and legroom to put them in coach. But this new site isn't exactly easily accessible, so he gets it. Doesn't make the noise or the very obvious not on the ground-ness of it all any better. They are very much NOT looking out the door. Or the window. Or that other window. Or- okay, no more windows.

There's one benefit to the way life is now - he's never bored. Still, it doesn't take long before most of the others stop responding with complaints that he's gunking up the spaces with his pain. The familiar tone that accompanies a gruff "Sorry, kid, but I feel like my eyeballs are gonna fall out!" helps for a bit, but the ringing only seems louder in the emptiness of those invisible walls.

There's a deep sigh before he digs into his pack and pulls out a handful of candies. He picks through them with a frown before selecting a small toffee caramel and dumping the rest to bounce around freely in the bag. The wrapper tucks into a pocket, the candy into his left cheek and a small smile wraps around it. The song comes unbidden, but unsurprising. Ally, Bally, Ally Bally Bee is hummed around the mouthful of sugar as Kel tries to remember for the umpteenth time whether 'coulter's candy' was something they actually ate whenever their mum sang it all those years ago. He's pretty sure it's not a real brand. But there's no internet here to confirm, so there's a brief moment where he decides this little treat is from Coulter's. The wave of unease afterwards is new though. He's tempted to pull some of the others' attention to see if it's something to be concerned about, but the feeling settles after only a thought.

There's still a prickle along their spine, so despite every screaming instinct reminding Kel that there's no ground within an acceptable distance, he peers through the glass. It's a pretty area to be sure. Still way too far away in a vertical sense. He hopes the flight will be done soon, he might be from an older generation, but the young'ins and their "floor time" have the right idea.

It's much easier to turn away and rifle through the other pockets of the bag for the handful of magnets that are never far away when outside of the lab. These are strong ones. There's something soothing about forcing a finger between the planes and then the click on the other side. Back and forth around a knuckle. Around and around...

If you don't remember a dream, did you really have it?

He needs water. Or mouthwash. Candy right before sleeping for who knows how long was a terrible mistake. Something has crawled into their mouth and died. Blinking after the apparently hilarious pilot, a view of a forest comes to mind, but the trees are wrong for this area. The smell of the sea doesn't reach these altitudes, and there are no craggy cliffs to wander on the other side of the metal door. This is a new home, but it's hard to say what is different and the same.

It's always a test to see how low he needs to duck under the blades while they're slowing, but luckily there seems to be stairs directly under the door. He can still feel his bones rattling in time with the propeller the way they've been doing the last many hours, but the asphalt under his feet is close enough to calm the nerves.

The man waiting for them seems to have more baggage than Kel does, and they're moving in! There's an awkward little head bob of a nod in response to the brusque welcome, but they don't think the DIrector even saw it. AJ did though, and the flood of questions is enough to push past knowing that the big boss of the new Site doesn't want him there.

[edupunkn00b]

Everyone Leaves, Ch. 5: Patton

Colorized version of Wolf-in-front-of-Moon, Clément Bucco-Lechat CC 3.0

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Can the Heart bring Logan back to his senses and get him to leave? Can he convince Remus to let him go?

CW: intrusive thoughts and brief violent imagery, swearing A continuation of @lost-in-thought-20's incredible story for the @tsspromptmonth 🌸 Spring Cleaning 🌸 event. ---

“Kiddos?” Patton’s voice shook them both, well, all four of them. Two pairs of wolf eyes snapped open from their spots on Logan’s lap, bellies up as he scratched the little tuft of fur at the top of their ribs. It was nice and thick, protective. Remus had spent more nights that he wanted to remember huddled in the corner, watching them fight over the scraps of his nightmares. They needed the protection.

“Kiddos? Let your old Pappy Patton in, m‘kay?” One of the wolves approached the door, not a growl but a rumble in the back of his throat. “Please?” Patton’s voice was weaker this time, a little shaky. Yeah, he knew how the wolves had grown.

“Seneca, come here,” Logan called and he immediately trotted over to him as the door creaked open.

“Oh, Logan, thank gosh you’re alright!” Patton tumbled into the room, hands fluttery and tugging at the paw sleeves of his dorky ass cardigan. Catigan. Remus should give it claws and they could come out whenever Pattycake gets angry or scared and he wouldn’t be able to fake it anymore.

“Of course I am alright,” Logan frowned and continued to pet Seneca and Hypatia. Zeno was under the bed, watching with those hungry eyes. “To think I would be otherwise is absurd.”

As if Remus would hurt the nerd. 

Patton’s mouth worked silently like the words would fall in his open mouth “W—well, I…” he finally stammered, slinking around Remus’ outstretched legs and crouched down in front of Logan. Hypatia flipped over and lay on her belly, ears up and muscles coiled. Deep brown-black eyes followed Patton as he frog-sat in front of them. “I—I didn’t mean it like that, K—Kiddo. I just meant it had been a while since Logan was… y’know… home where he belongs.”

“And I suppose you are the person in charge of determining where I belong?” Logan’s voice was a knife slicing through the air and Patton’s flesh. The Heart stands there, holding on to the ribbons of his skin and his shocked, sad eyes are wide like he can hardly believe Logic, Logan, his Logan didn’t just fall over and get in line and march out of his room with his tail between his legs.

“Well… yeah, Kiddo.” Patton’s face scrunched up like he couldn’t understand. “That’s my whole job, well a lot of it. I’m Thomas’ Morality and staying down here with—” His voice dropped to a whisper. “With Remus isn’t where you’re needed.”

Patton was still crouched in front of Logan, just staring at him with big eyes. “Nice, doggie,” he murmured and reached over Hypatia’s head to touch Logan’s hand. She growled a quiet warning and instead of taking Patton's hand, Logan pet the top of her head.

“Everything is okay,” he whispered to the wolf before looking up at Patton. “You do not need me, you do not listen to me.” 

“No, Kiddo, that’s—”

“And still you interrupt me!” He barely raised his voice but the new lights flickered in his room and all three wolves whined. His fingers flexed and tightened into a fist. The tendons scrape and snap over the bones, anger coiling and twisting in every knuckle. “You all have refused to listen to my concerns about the speed with which we were proceeding in our courtship with Nico. You have ignored my warnings that this is simply a palliative that in the end will be only to Thomas' detriment.”

Logan raised one finger and Remus snickered, hoping he changed which finger he held up. “You all have refused to do anything to help Thomas find a healthy way out of his obsession with Nico, waiting for him to text or call back while neglecting his health, his home, and his other friends.”

Remus pouted when, instead of switching fingers, Logan merely held two fingers up in a ‘V.’ Right away, Logan notices Remus’ frown, and flips his hand around, palm facing in and Remus claps and lays his head against Logan’s shoulder with a happy little cackle.

“And, finally, you, Patton, had become irrational, upset, even, that I was winning our argument and the others were disregarding your—“

“Even Jannie?” Remus grabbed his arm, willing his best friend’s transformation into a cartoon villain hadn’t become complete.

“No, Remus,” Logan’s voice was softer and he patted Remus’ hand. “No, Janus merely watched as though magical thinking would lead Thomas to make the right decision to slow down while Roman and Virgil planned their honeymoon.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Patton muttered, looking down at his hands, fingers wrestling and twisting into knots in his lap. Remus almost felt bad for him. Then his hand throbbed and he remembered who brought the wolf pups into his room all those years ago. To keep him ‘company’ while he thought about what he should be doing to help Thomas.

Fuck him.

“Look, Logan, nobody’s that mad about what you did and we really need you to figure out what to do!” Logan rolled his eyes and Pattycake just got more upset, the little twitch at his left eye spasming and splotches of green spread across his skin. “The police are fingerprinting Thomas right now!” The wolf under the bed growled.

“Right now?” Remus grinned and closed his eyes. With Logan and Patton both in his room and his brother and Janus distracted by the dear old Emo’s panic attack, Remus had a straight—ha!—shot right into Tommy Gun’s mind.

The lights in the police station were blinding but left Thomas squinting, like nothing was bright enough. Screeching metal clanged, echoing against the dirty, cracked linoleum floor, followed by a wailing scream. Dried remnants of Nico’s blood filled the cracks in Thomas’ knuckles. He made a fist, then quickly released it when sharp needles shot up his fingers.

That’s something nobody warns you about. Breaking somebody’s nose doesn’t feel so good for you, either.

Thomas stared down at his hand, his fingers stained with foul-smelling black ink. It had been smeared from nail to nail, covering almost the entire inner surface of each finger. None of the cops seemed to be in a big rush to help him clean it off, either. 

“Have you ever imagined sucking ink off your fingers?”

Remus shivered when Janus stirred in the Mindscape, but as soon as Self-Protection tore his eyes away from Virgil, the Emo started hyperventilating again. “Look at it, Tommy, all black and gloopy at the edge of your nails? Did you know they’d do that? Cover the whole thing like that?”

“I bet Logan did. But Logan can’t come to the phone right now, can he? I bet Logan doesn’t know what it tastes like though. They had to use a lot on your middle finger, too. Is it bitter? Will it turn your tongue black? Will they take a tongue print then?”

“Oooh… maybe that’s a way to get out of this whole mess! ‘Officer! Help me get this ink off my tongue. Maybe you need to use your big—”

Janus was moving closer, abandoning Virgil’s side and anxiety rippled through the Mindscape. “Go on, Tommy,” Remus whispered. “Taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste it taste—”

“Eww!” Patton squealed. “Ugh," he gagged, and hacked. "That’s horrible!”

“That is most unpleasant,” Logan muttered. “And an ineffective cleaning technique.”

Remus opened his eyes. Back in his room now, both hands slapped over his mouth, barely muffling his cackle. Logan didn’t crack a smile. Instead, he sighed and took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose like he could feel his own face break, little bone shards crackling under his fingers.

“Fine,” he sighed again. “Go on, Hypatia, to your corner,” Logan muttered. Remus watched, eyes growing wider and wider and he shook his head. He couldn’t move his hands, plastered over his mouth.

“Thomas needs Logan now.” The Heart patted Remus’ knee, gently pressing it back down when he tried to follow. The floor softened and grew sticky and viscous like molasses. Or tar.

Remus threw himself in their path. His body stretched and twisted, ass and thighs trapped stuck in the glue-like cement. Flypaper. Or a rat trap. Patton looked down at him like he might squish him, crushing his skull and putting him out of his misery. Instead, he left him railing in his prison and led Logan around him, nimbly side-stepping his flayed elbows and studiously avoiding his eyes.

The wolves trotted behind Logan and Patton, then turned to face Remus, saliva-soaked maws higher than his eye level. They licked their lips, yellowed teeth dripping. Hungry.

Remus shook and screamed and begged; muffled, dulled shouts and pleas covered by his own hands.

“I will not leave you here.” Logan promised. Tears sizzled in his eyes, blinding him and Remus couldn’t tell if Logan had even bothered to fucking look back. The room grew darker, too. “I will return for you, Remus.” The words burned in his ears.

“Bullshit!” Remus snarls and throws a brick at the lying nerd’s face. “‘Falsehood!’” he spat.

Or he would’ve if Janus wasn’t controlling his words and his hands with that slimy iron first.

“His scales are just smooth. To the best of my knowledge, he does not excrete slime.”

“Bullshit!” Fucker was slimy. Judas knew what he was really saying. 

Logan looked back over his shoulder then let his head fall and he left with Patton, the door clanging shut behind them just like the police station gates. It was quiet compared to the wolves’ growls and tears poured down Remus’ cheeks, finally loosening his hands, pools of hot, salty water dissolving the floor’s binding on his feet and backside.

Remus leapt off the floor and onto his bed and, hands free, but too late to beg Logan to stay, he yanked the covers up and over his head

Logan… left.

Everyone leaves.

[heartandsoulcomic]

what would Sarafina be like In Underswap?

Underswap Sarafina is something I’ve actually thought about a lot, so a wall of text under the cut for those who want to read it :)

Quick disclaimer – I don’t know much about Undertale AUs other than their basic premises and aesthetics, so a lot of this is based on my interpretations of the AUs and might not (okay, probably don’t) match the “official” ideas about them.

That being said…

Underswap! Sarafina – AKA The Spectacular Sarafina AKA Bandanna:

Bandanna’s nickname comes from the blue bandanna given to her by her father that she never takes off.  She likes that nickname well enough; however she says that her “superhero name” is The Spectacular Sarafina. It never sticks though.

Bandanna is friendly, outgoing, energetic and committed to training to be “a mighty warrior” – and hides a bunch of deep-seated anxieties.

She also has a bit of a tempter that she’s very good at keeping in check… usually. Once she bit a rather nasty photographer who tried to take her bandanna off of her when she refused to remove it herself for a picture.

Bandanna lives with Sans and Papyrus because her parents are not currently together, mostly due to crushing guilt on Queen Toriel’s part. She spends every third or so weekend with Toriel.

Unfortunately, these visits are often canceled, as Toriel is very busy with Monster Kingdom issues, and feels time running out to make things right for her people since she is aging again (something Bandanna subconsciously blames herself for). Toriel also feels that she doesn’t deserve to have a chance with another child after everything she did, so she is often very emotionally distant towards Bandanna. Toriel does love her daughter very much – she just rarely shows it.

Without a partners’ support, Sans just wasn’t really ready to be a parent – he’s terrible about things like discipline and bedtimes. Sans is also busy with guard work most of the time; he threw himself into his work after Toriel moved their relationship back to strictly professional. Sans adores his child, but has little time to spend with her.

This has resulted in Bandanna being pretty much raised by Papyrus (the older brother in my interpretation of this AU). Papyrus actually does a very good job as he had experience from more-or-less raising Sans at a young age. Papyrus is frustrated with both of Bandanna’s parents when it comes to her, but is uncertain how to approach them about Bandanna without making things worse.

(He’s also frustrated over the fact that literally everybody can see that Sans and Toriel still love each other deeply and long for one another, so they need to freaking communicate and work out the issues keeping them apart, but that’s not something he’s touching with a ten-foot pole, thank you very much.)

Bandanna dearly loves her uncle (whom she unironically calls Uncle Pappy), and is often very worried about him, though she keeps that mostly to herself. Some of her concerns stem from his supposed “laziness” and the nightmares that seem to plague him that he refuses to talk about…

She expresses some of this worry by constantly being on Papyrus’ case about his smoking habit. Papyrus has tried pointing out that he doesn’t have lungs to harm, to which she primly retorted that she DOES, so he’d better keep those cancer-sticks far away from them both. Papyrus has yet to find a hiding place for his cigarettes that Bandanna can’t quickly suss out.

Bandanna trains hard with Alphys, in part because she enjoys it and wants to be a tough fighter, and partially because she hopes it will catch her parent’s attention and make them proud. She is both pyrokinetic and telekinetic, but specializes in summoning bone attacks, as weapon summoning is what Alphys is best at tutoring her in. She’s a very skilled fighter even at this young age. She absolutely loves shows like American Gladiators and Ninja Warrior.

Bandanna is in a bit of an odd place politically. The Monster Kingdom is already in a weird state politically on the Surface since it has no real territory, but Toriel is more-or-less recognized as the leader of the Monsters, and Asgore is recognized as the abdicated king. Bandanna is the Queen’s illegitimate child, so she is not recognized as a princess, but many still expect her to learn about rulership in case something happens to Toriel and Asgore never picks up the crown again.  But Bandanna has zero interest in that sort of leadership. She wants to be her people’s protector, not their leader.

[nonegenderleftpain]

Listening to Old Gods of Appalachia and it is so strange to listen to someone who sounds like my great uncle talk about the hills and horrors of the hollers while sitting in my cushy house in Indiana. My family had to leave the mountains before my parents were ever conceived because their homes got bought out and leveled, and I've been to the hills all of once, but it feels like coming home nonetheless. My partner said "hill folk know the hills" and I guess that's right. My mom never wanted us to be associated with the hillbillies, and I feel myself itching to reclaim what was taken from me and kept from me as a child. My great-granny was cheated and we lost our land, but that awe and longing for the hills is in my fucking bones.

I'd love to go back someday. Get Granny and Pappy's land back. I'll likely never get the chance, but a guy can dream.

[kwebtv]

TV Guide -  April 11 - 17, 1964

Wilfred Bailey Everett Bixby III (January 22, 1934 – November 21, 1993) professionally known as Bill Bixby, Film and television actor, director, producer, and frequent game-show panellist.

Bixby's career spanned more than three decades, including appearances on stage, in films, and on television series. He is known for his roles in the CBS sitcom My Favorite Martian as Tim O'Hara, in the ABC sitcom The Courtship of Eddie's Father as Tom Corbett, in the NBC crime drama series The Magician as stage Illusionist Anthony Blake, and the CBS science-fiction drama series The Incredible Hulk as Dr. David Banner.  He also worked with Mariette Hartley in his final series, Goodnight, Beantown,  (Wikipedia)

Herman Raymond Walston (November 2, 1914 – January 1, 2001) was an American actor and comedian, well known as the title character on My Favorite Martian. His other major film, television, and stage roles included Luther Billis (South Pacific), Mr. Applegate (Damn Yankees), Orville J. Spooner (Kiss Me, Stupid), J. J. Singleton (The Sting), Poopdeck Pappy (Popeye), Mr. Hand (Fast Times at Ridgemont High), Candy (Of Mice and Men), Glen Bateman (The Stand), and Judge Henry Bone (Picket Fences).

The success of My Favorite Martian typecast Walston and he had difficulty finding serious roles after the show's cancellation. He returned to character actor status in the 1970s and 1980s, and guest starred in such series as Custer, The Wild Wild West, Love, American Style, The Rookies, Mission: Impossible, Ellery Queen, The Six Million Dollar Man, Little House on the Prairie, and The Incredible Hulk, again with Bixby, in which Walston played Jasper the Magician in an episode called "My Favorite Magician".

In 1984, Walston played a judge on an episode of Night Court. Six years later, he made a guest appearance on an episode of L.A. Law. He later was hired for the role of Judge Henry Bone on Picket Fences; the character was originally a recurring role, but Walston proved to be so popular the character was later upgraded to a starring role.

He appeared in Star Trek: The Next Generation as Boothby, head groundskeeper at Starfleet Academy in San Francisco, and reprised the role twice on Star Trek: Voyager.

In 1988, he guest starred in an episode of the popular horror-fantasy show Friday the 13th: the Series, as a bitter, elderly comic-book artist who uses a demonically cursed comic book to transform himself into a killer robot and murder his erstwhile enemies. 

Walston received three Emmy Award nominations for Best Supporting Actor in a Drama Series for his work on Picket Fences, winning twice, in 1995 and 1996. CBS cancelled the show after four seasons in 1996. Walston made a guest appearance in an episode of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman entitled "Remember Me", in which he portrayed the father of Jake Slicker, who was stricken with Alzheimer's disease.

Walston played Grandfather Walter Addams in Addams Family Reunion (1998).  He appeared in the Touched by an Angel episode, "The Face on the Barroom Floor", which aired on October 15, 2000.

Walston made a cameo in the 7th Heaven episode, "One Hundred", which aired on January 29, 2001, four weeks after his death. (Wikipedia)

[undertale-writing-times]

Dusty with ❛ it should have been you. ❜

Ah! Angst :D

How fun!

“It should have been you” And that was the set of words that broke Dusty, causing him to hold his skull, letting out a shout “Shut up shut up shut up!” purple tears rolling down his cheeks, the tips of his fingers digging into his skull the best that they could. 

But, that’s the start in the middle of the story! Let’s start over, so you could see it from the beginning.

It all started when he was spending time with his datemate. Or… his crush. They weren’t together, not yet, and he wasn’t really sure if they would ever get together but he sure as hell loved spending time with them. They made him feel… normal? 

They had just been spending time together, watching movies, when he fell asleep. When he woke up, he was still in their place, and they were beside him. They seemed to have fallen asleep a little while after he did since the movie was just now going off. How long has he been asleep?

He slowly pushes himself to sit up, rubbing at his eye sockets with the palm of his hand, and looks down at Y/n. They were pretty dang weird, you know? How the hell could they feel comfortable enough to fall asleep beside him? 

Did they know about what he did? He didn't really know.

He slowly reaches out to tuck a bit of their hair behind their ear but was startled by another voice, "Are you going to kill them, brother?" 

He turns his head quickly, seeing his brother floating there looking at him, his head tilted to the side. Dusty gulps down the nerves, as if they were a lump in his throat. Something that he could choke on. "What? No. I was going to move their hair behind their ear"

"Sweet but brother, why are you wasting your time on a human? Didn't a human cause all of your problems for you? Why are you spending so much time around one?" Pappy asks, while floating around him.

Dusty turns his head, watching where ever his brother went, his hands starting to shake. He reaches up, touching at the scarf, moving it a little up over his mouth "Because they're different, Pappy. You know that they're different... They're sweet."

"It could be a trick." he felt hands get placed on his shoulders, causing his bones to lock up and Pappy keeps talking. "They could be using you, they could want to kill you when you lower your guard. It's what you deserve after what you did to us, don't you think?"

"I... N...No" he mumbles out, clenching harder onto the scarf. He felt the fabric rub against his bones, it felt a little uncomfortable. "They wouldn't do that," he says that while looking at Y/n, seeing how their chest rose and fell with their soft breathing.

"Do you believe that, really?" Pappy asks, letting out a little laugh. It sounded cold "that's what I thought about you, brother. He loves us, he would never hurt us... you killed me, you killed us" 

"I had to" he quickly responds, and turns his head to look at his brother but Pappy was gone causing his eyeshines to shoot around quickly, trying to see where his brother went off to. He gulps his breathing coming fast "Pappy? C...Come on, I never wanted to do that. I had to do it, I had to get out I was going to fix it"

He looks forward, and saw Pappy floating beside Y/n, looking at them "You killed all of us because you were too weak, and now you're too weak to even kill a human to get more LV" he turns his head to look at Dusty, "It should have been you"

It was him! It was over and over again! 

He didn't even notice that he was crying until he suddenly felt a pair of hands get placed over his, making him flinch away and he smacks the hand away from him "Don't touch me!"

He lifts his head quickly, thinking that it was Pappy again but no, it was Y/n, who was looking at him frowning "Dusty? Are you okay?" they were holding their hand. 

A small bead of blood running down. His eyeshines shoot down to look at his hand, blood on his finger... he hurt them. He should keep hurting them, finish the job, finish them... get the LV. 

His breathing was coming fast, his bones hurt, everything hurt... he felt like he was going to be sick. 

Without waiting for another second, he got up and ran out pushing the door open and not closing it as he ran. He needed to get away. Get away from Y/n, and get away from everything. 

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

I just think it's wild how Three Hopes really did its best work on the Blue Lions and improved some major aspects of them tenfold (such as not making them single trait tropes like tsundere whine whine Felix and can't-say-anything-but-stupid-flirty-shit Sylvain). They fixed every relationship (such as Annette and Gilbert, the Gautier family, Felix and Rodrigue, Dedue and Ingrid, etc) and all of the characters feel like real people and not just lazy tropes with little to no development.

Meanwhile the Deer and and Eagles are mostly worse versions of themselves (Ferdinand is just a regular ol' Edelgard simp and every aspect of his Houses character was completely wiped regarding his views and her; Dorothea is ten times worse and is nothing but an Edelgard simp who would literally canonically rather die than not be by her waifu's side; Caspar will fight and for Thales bc uwu Fr The Empire except that the Empire he loved and fought for is dead and has been for half a year by that point; Claude forget it we all know that story; Raphael is utterly brainless and doesn't have a kind bone in his body when it comes to invading other lands and just wants to punch innocent people who did nothing to him bc it makes him feel stronkers, etc).

Some non-BL characters got improvements (Leonie isn't 100% Jeralt centric, Hilda has more to her character than being lazy and whiny, Hubert is shown not to be a 110% callous jerk outside of anyone except Edelgard and has an easier time forming relationships with other Eagles), but overall most of them were made much worse.

Even non direct BL, GD and BE characters are included in this. Nader is way worse and is a happy violent pillager, Judith is just kinda mean for ??? some reason, Sothis is a crazed bitch for ??? some reason (apparently waking up a year earlier makes you bitchier if you're a goddess??? man I thought it was 220 years earlier haha Tellius joke inserted), and meanwhile Miklan gets a redemption arc enough to the point where his father of all people wants to avenge him.

Highkey feels like they poured all their effort into the Lions and let everything else go up in flames like a dumpster fire while for some reason (but also We Know Why) marketing the game with as much Edelwaifu as they could and making sure she's happy pappy and nobody can dare harm her because that would be an outrage. She can, of course, as ever, harm as much as she wants and it's Okay and Just and The Right Thing To Do.

Hopes really is a wild ride.

[buniyaad]

Aged up Jon should be retconed as the displaced son of the Crime Syndicates Ultraman (Earth-3 Superman) with the real Jon revealed to be in Cryosleep somewhere.

See, I don’t think a retcon like that would work anymore, not after years worth of content showing Jon integrating back into his immediate family and the broader superfam (and, of course, into his father’s shoes). If there WAS an intent to bring back lil!Jon after the initial backlash with aging him up, I think it woulda happened before SOKE. Now we’re moving onto another adventure (at least according to Timmy Taylor on the tweeter) after a detour in the Injusticeverse, so even if it HAD been an option on the table before…. It aint anymore. Like what they finna do with lil!Jon at this point? Pretend like Damian aint got other frens? Like Clark and Lois aint already struggling with mourning their son’s youth on top of raising two MORE kids Clark picked up?

Cousin, listen to me. If you think aged!up!Jon was bad, bringing lil!Jon back into the mix will make you wanna quit comic books forever. Think this through - what is lil!Jon gon do when he finds out an imposter is now using his name, living with his parentals, AND is a big brother to two lil tykes his pappy picked up? What he finna do now that Damian heading to high school? DC can try and gaslight the puriteens reading comics and act like Damian aint got frens, but Jim Lee can’t gaslight ppl who are paying their bills, going to work, and reminiscing about that one time an RHATO writer implied jason was bisexual and in a throuple.

I understand mourning lil!Jon! I really do, but bringing back lil!Jon is NOT the answer. Just pray (if you’re the praying type) for better writers!

And if lil!Jon ever does come back, understand that all he’s gonna do is suffer. Clark and Lois and Jay and the superfam LOVE the Jon you think is an imposter. Lil!Jon would need to contend with that. He gon have to grow up knowing his pappy and momma really couldn’t tell the difference between a fake and the real one.

And ask yourself, cousin, if that’s a Jon Kent you want in a comic book fandom obsessed with bleak stories. Cuz you know how you create a man with resentment set deep into his bones? Someone who could go the grimdark route bc every adult in his life has failed him so spectacularly that there is literally no reprieve from the hell?

You know how you write a villain? This is how you do it. Let it rest. Accept aged!up!Jon, and hope Bendis and Jim Lee never read this post, cuz they’d most certainly write it if they could.