#and horses which halfings don't like b/c they need their horses and they try to keep the horse-butt monsters from eating them

[thenixkat]

Halflings are quite literally just humans who have fire magic. They don’t call themselves halflings unless speaking a centaur language, centaurs call them halflings b/c ‘WTF that literally just half a person with weirdass arm-legs’.

Halflings also tend to be nomadic and raise/ride horses (which centaurs tend to call ‘asses’ for the same reason they call humans ‘halflings’)

A centaur looking at a human riding a horse: It? Kinda looks right? But it’s wrong.

Centaurs have an entire myth about why halflings and horses are so fucked up (TM). Less rude versions of the myth have halflings and horses descended from a centaur who got cut in half. More rude versions involve them being the descendants of a centaur who got into an argument with their butt, divorced, found out they were too fucked up to live on their own but couldn't figure out how to put themselves back together.

Humans, having their own mythologies largely have a myth about how centaurs are the descendants of an overly ambitious and gluttonous hunter who’s horse would try to keep him in check and one day got tired of that, decapitated his horse and climbed halfway down its neck to control the body and go unchecked.

Because centaurs can see into the ultraviolet range they can see that halflings have stripes. As humans can’t see ultraviolet they think the centaurs are pulling their leg about the stripe thing.

[obey-me-disaster]

may i request NSFW alphabet Mephisto headcanons?

We really need more content about Mephisto in the main story, I NEED to see his demon form...for research purposes

Here is the NSFW prompt for anyone else thag would like to ask ^-^

Warning: NSFW

Mephistopheles x gn!MC

A=After care

This guy is pretty much as rich as Diavolo. He has big bathrooms where you two could take a bath together and he probably uses some really expensive bath bombs that also have some magical properties. Don't forget the expensive demonus.

For his after care, he prefers for the two of you to stay cuddled for a while and talk. That's when you'll see him be really open about himself and relax.

B=Body Part

His legs. They are really strong due to horse riding and it reminds him of all the hard work he puts into his hobby. They also look really nice but that's besides the point.

Also your legs, he loves to leave hickeys on your inner thighs whenever he eats you out/suck your dick.

C=Cum

His cum is thick and mostly salty. It sometimes tastes more sweet but for the most part salty.

He prefers to cum on your chest/abdomen cause in his mind it feels like he is claiming you. Seeing you covered in his cum inflates his ego as if it wasn't big enough

When it comes to you, he prefers when you come inside of him/in his mouth. He claims it's easier when it comes to clean up but in reality he just likes the feeling of you cuming inside of him.

D=Dirty Secret

This happened before he even started to like you as a friend, but he was annoying you and Satan about something and you quite literally stood up to him and put him in his place. That moment lived rent free in his head for 2 weeks and would get instantly horny just thinking about it. At the time he wasn't even into any kind of degradation so he was all the more confused. He kept of thinking of multiple ways you could put him in his place and it made him angry because he didn't even like you at that point.

E=Experience

He is a centuries(or maybe millennia) old demon that isn't really bound by duty or has some kind of trauma as far as we know and he is rich on top of it all. He got plenty of experience over the course of his life. Sure he doesn't exactly sleep around but he got his fair share of lovers over the years.

Watch him in canon be bitchless because he is loyal to Diavolo or some shit.

F=Favorite Position

This man is good at riding, I am just saying. He most likely loves any and all variations of cowgirl.

Also, if he is being a prick which he can really be he loves to be bent over one of the desks in the newspaper club. He will never admit it tho.

G=Goofy

He tries to be as romantic and as serious as he can. I am talking about setting the mood with an expensive dinner, candles, drinks etc. If you were to crack a joke during sex he would burry his head into your shoulder just to try and hide his smile.

H=Hair

Very well groomed, he takes great care of the way he looks. Won't admit it but he really values your opinion on him, so he always makes sure to look presentable for you.

I=Intimacy

He isn't someone to half ass things, especially when it comes to you. This of course, includes him being intimate with you.

If outside of the bedroom he is acting like a prick, when it's time to get intimate with you he becomes way softer, both in the way he talks and in his body language.

J=Jack off

Likes to think he is well above needing to jack off but he still does it every other day in the privacy of his own room

Once he gets into a relationship with you he prefers to wait until both of you can fuck, but he can't always have it his way so he still has to masturbate, maybe even more than he used to in the past

K=Kink

Praise him! He is a demon of pride so he lives to get praised. Just be careful not to inflate his ego too much. Of course, that means he likes to praise you too during sex

Some light degradation mixed with praise can go a long way for him. He loves the mix of the two. Tho degrading too much(both on him and you) is a turn off. With time he does start to like it more.

I can see overstimulation being on the list of kinks he has. Just continuing to fuck as you're still sensitive and force a second orgasm out of you. This also applies to him, don't be shy, he can happily take it

L=Location

If he wants to get really intimate with you and take his sweet time with sex, he prefers his place. He avoids the House of Lamentation like the plague unless he wants to rub in the demon brothers' face that you picked him and not the.

He heard stories from you about how the brother barge into your room without knocking and he doesn't want to get jumped by the lords for hell despite not doing anything wrong. One more reason to hate on Lucifer I guess

He may drag you into an empty classroom if he feels like he can't wait anymore to get you to his place.

M=Motivation

Absolutely hates to admit it, but seeing others flirt with you or get too close to his liking makes him want to take you away and turn all of your attention on him. He would rather die than admit how much of a turn on that is for him.

You putting him in his place when he is acting like a prick is also something he didn't expect to turn him on and he didn't know how to deal with that fact for a long time.

N=No

Humiliation if it isn't mixed with some praise. He likes it to a certain degree but too much just gets him out of the mood.

Edging. No other reason that he finds it frustrating and he can't find himself relaxing after that or getting into the mood to keep going.

O=Oral

He prefers receiving rather than giving. Not to say he doesn't like giving but he much prefers to be sitting down and have you suck his dick. He is pretty sensitive so he might pull on your hair without meaning too.

When it comes to giving he can get a little messy with spit dripping down his chin. Also be careful not to pull on his hair, he doesn't really like that.

P=Pace

He tries so hard to be slow and sensual but he always ends up losing himself due to how good you feel and is rougher than he would like to admit. If you call him out on it he will try to come up with some excuse and will not be able to look you in the eyes for an hour.

Unless you plan on teasing him and making him beg don't go slow on him. He has a love-hate relationship with that cause on one hand it feels so good but it's never enough to satisfy him.

Q=Quicky

When you first asked him about it he said he doesn't like them but not even a week later he pulled you into an empty classroom to have a quicky. He still prefers intimate sex over a quicky but after that incident he didn't try to act like he wouldn't want one once in a blue moon.

R=Risk

Unless you really want it or it sounds like he would like it he doesn't take risks. He says he knows himself enough to know if he would like something without needing to try it.

S=Stamina

He is pretty average by demon standards and above average by human standards which is a blessing for him cause he would hate if he couldn't keep up with you. If he bottoms he bottoms he has lower stamina and is always winded once both of you are done.

T=Toys

Doesn't have any at the moment you met him. He used to have in the past but with time he either got bored or just didn't like to use them anymore. If you want to buy toys he would have nothing against it.

U=Unfair

He gets so annoyed in the funniest way possible when you tease him. It's not that he hates it or something but he loses his patience pretty fast.

At the very least he isn't one to tease you either, so you can't call him a hypocrite because of it.

V=Volume

He can get rather loud(a reason why he prefers to do it at his place instead of HOL). He tries so hard to keep his composure but he fails terribly, especially if he is bottoming. If you want to keep him silent you'll have to literally gag him.

W=Wild card

Wants to have sex with you somewhere where the brothers could easily catch the two of you just to rub it in their faces. He is not even really into exhibitionism, just the thought of showing off to Lucifer that you choose him

X=X-ray

he got that horse cock, pun intended

A/N: I am so furious we don't know his demon cause I can't headcanon his demon dick in any way. I am saying for sure, it gets both longer and thicker.

In human form his dick is both thicker and more veiny towards the base. It's also 6.7 inches and curved slightly up.

Y=Yearning

When is not in relationships it's rather low but when he has a partnere it gets stupidly high. Especially after getting with you.

Z=Zzz

He does tend to be more tired after he is bottoming but doesn't immediately go to sleep since he still wants to stay up and talk with you. It's honestly kind of cute how clingy he can get in those moments

[mygeekcorner]

"Let's get personal" asks: 2, 17, 23, 44, 45, 64 (🥺), 72, 80, 90, 92, and a freebie (answer one question you wish I'd asked)

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

I feel like you're supposed to say a celebrity but I think I would just like to meet any of my friends that live too far away ^^;

17: What was the last lie you told?

not sure about an outright lie, cause I'm lousy at those, but I was being purposefully vague when I made bf catch up on the Oshi no Ko manga so as not to spoil anything?

23: How do you vent your anger?

I scream. Depending on what I'm angry about baking might also be involved because lord knows whisking for a fluffy sponge will get all your violent needs out

44: What was the last film you saw?

The Menu when I visited @hobbitsus last week, I can see the appeal even if we weren't blown away

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Probably when I fractured my arm at 17. We were jumping and me and the horse had different opinions about which way to go after landing, and suddenly there was a fence and I was on the ground ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

64: Where is your best friend?

here <3

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) yes, some people for sure but I doubt I'd tell "everyone", that seems like either too much work or no work at all (eg instagram post, which would just be sucky) and I don't want that. But the people I know would be affected? yes. b) I guess I'd try to see as many friends as possible in the time I have if I'm still feeling physically functional, but I don't know any particular activities I would do ^^; c) to an extent? I guess growing up suicidal makes the idea of leaving less scary, but it's not as if I would Like the thought any more because of it now. I quite enjoy this life of mine I've built these days.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

41, which is a reasonable size now that I'm fully grown but being a little squirt who hadn't had my last growth spurt at 11 it was humiliating and I looked like an L

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

they are obviously there to guard me, I fall back asleep knowing I am safe for now

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

I think would like to relive one of the sleepovers from when I was in middle school. Not because those are the best bits of my life, but I miss those people. And there was something very good about being 14 and sneaking out through the window in the middle of the night to go to a playground when we were all sugar high, or waking up to the rain on the windows and a friend making up a song about "a frog-man~~ who really was a toad-woman~~ and looking for their lilypad~~", or just falling asleep in a big pile on a too-small bed after watching movies <3

Frrebie: 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

She lays her clutch, the many eggs of a very successful huntress.

I don't know this book or what it's about but it seemed like a fun question to check. It's one of Magnus sci-fi books.

[emachinescat]

Explosion + Hands + Jack

A MacGyver Fan-Fiction

by @emachinescat ​

@febuwhump ​ day 22 - burned

Summary: A bomb Mac is disposing of goes off prematurely – and Mac’s hands pay the price. Or, the time when Jack has to be Mac's hands. 

Characters: Mac, Jack

Words: 2,945

TW: Relatively graphic description of burns

Note: This story is based loosely off a scene from classic MacGyver. Also, please take the vague MacGyverism with a grain of salt. I did some research (and also wrote this before Mac made the same thing a different way on the newest episode), but I also took some creative liberties.

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"These have to be the stupidest bad guys I've ever met," Jack griped. He sat in an old dining chair, ankles lashed together with rope and hands tied behind his back. MacGyver was his mirror image, tied similarly, in another chair, back to back with his partner. Their bound hands had been connected to each other, so every time Mac moved, working the ropes, Jack's arms jerked with him.

Even though he couldn't see Mac's face, he could clearly picture the raised eyebrow in his mind's eye as Mac responded dryly, "And you're… complaining about it?"

A cramp ran through Jack's upper back, and he instinctively rolled his shoulders. Mac squawked indignantly as Jack's movement impeded his progress. "Hey, watch it! You almost made me stab myself!"

"Sorry." Jack paused for a brief moment, trying not to think about why Mac was working so feverishly to cut through the thick ropes with his knife – seriously, they hadn't taken his knife before they'd tied them up! – without cutting himself or Jack. "You about got it, hoss?"

Mac's voice was strained with concentration when he responded. "Just … about," he grunted. "Keep talking."

Jack smirked. "Can't get enough of hearing ol' Jack's wisdom, huh?"

"It's more like white noise, but if it makes you feel better…"

"It does." Jack continued on his earlier line of conversation. "I'm just sayin', man, these lunatics didn't leave nobody here to keep an eye on us, and they left Angus MacGyver tied with regular ol' rope with his SAK in his pocket and a room stock fulla toys he can use to escape." When he spoke, Jack's Texas drawl was thicker than usual. He'd noticed that his accent got more pronounced when he was nervous or in a rough situation. He'd mentioned it to Mac once, and his partner had quickly informed him that it was more than likely a coping mechanism, Jack's way of unconsciously trying to keep himself calm. Jack disagreed. He was convinced that his cowboy twang got heavier in nerve wracking situations because he was actively channeling the spirit of Clint Eastwood and his mind and body were preparing him to do some insanely awesome hero stuff to fix the situation.

"Yeah, well… they also left a bomb in the room," Mac reasoned. Jack could feel the sawing motion as Mac carefully made his way through the rope. Any other time, Jack knew that he would have cut through it in half the time, but with all four of their collective hands gathered together in one bundle of scratchy rope, Mac had to move slowly, methodically, so he didn't cut either one of them. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem for him to take his time, but as Mac had so helpfully pointed out, there was the matter of a ticking bomb just out of arm's reach. And they had no idea how much time was left.

Jack tried to paint their situation in a better light. "It's just a little one. The explosion won't even be all that big."

"No," Mac agreed, "but with all the gasoline they scattered around us, I think it's a safe bet that the size of the explosion won't matter, since we'll burn with the warehouse."

A snap, a sigh of relief, and then Jack felt Mac move in the chair, and knew he was bending forward to untie his feet. As soon as he was free, Mac pelted forward so quickly that he pushed the chairs back a couple of inches, Jack and all. He didn't stop to untie Jack – no time – but he did leave the SAK in his palm. Jack immediately started sawing at his own ropes.

He was still working when he heard Mac swear loudly from somewhere behind him. A queasy dread settled in Jack's gut.

"Talk to me, Mac!"

"No time!" Mac spat, and Jack knew, heart stuttering, that his partner wasn't just saying that he had no time to talk – there was no time on the bomb.

"I can't disarm it!" Mac yelled, his voice growing farther away as he ran, presumably with the bomb in tow, away from Jack. "I'm going to try to contain it!"

Jack continued to cut at the ropes – almost there! He heard the sound of something metal being pried open, and he remembered that there was a large dumpster near the door of the warehouse, one of those industrial ones. Hope rose cautiously within him. Mac had done similar things before; there was no reason why it shouldn't work this time!

The one thing that he didn't factor in, however, was the bomb's timer running out before Mac could close the dumpster.

He heard the explosion, a terrible, anguished scream, and then, the worst sound of all – low, uncontrollable, rocking sobs of pain.

Jack cut himself three times in his haste to get free, but he made it to Mac's side in less than a minute. What he saw made his stomach curdle and his hands shake as he pulled Mac back, further from the smoking dumpster.

Mac had curled into himself on the floor, his hands gnarled before him in pain. Once they'd moved a safe distance from the mostly contained bomb, Jack took a closer look at them and nearly vomited – not from the blood or the burns themselves, but from the knowledge that these were Mac's hands that had been caught in the explosion, burned, blistered, and bloody almost beyond recognition. Jack knew he should be grateful that all of Mac's fingers were intact, but it was hard to feel thankful for anything when Mac's hands could serve as a suitable stand-in for ground beef.

Mac's head was low, chin flush against his chest, his shoulders trembling in pain. Jack remembered when Mac had sustained first and second degree burns pulling his dumb ass out of a crematorium. Jack too had been burned on the bottoms of his feet, and the healing process for both Mac and himself had been one of the most painful experiences either of them could recall in recent memory. There had been debriding, cleaning, bandages, antibiotics, and, in Mac's case, a few sessions of physical therapy.

This was so much worse.

"Mac, buddy," Jack entreated, trying to keep his voice steady for his partner's sake. His accent was slathered liberally on every syllable, his voice gentle and quiet, like he was approaching a startled horse. "I need you to look at me. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Mac didn't respond, just heaved in a great gulp of air, and the breath rattled in his lungs like the last throes of a dying man. The sound clenched its icy fist around Jack's heart. He reached out, placing his index and middle fingers carefully beneath Mac's chin and lifting his kid's head to look him in the eyes. What he saw there nearly killed him.

Jack had been Mac's overwatch for a long time, and he'd seen the kid in a lot of less than ideal situations – roughed up, sick, shot, you name it. But never had Jack seen the level of fear and pain blazing in Mac's eyes as he did now. Tear streaks ran down his face, which was sooty and a bit red, especially around his forehead, but the burns on his face were superficial. Definitely first-degree. He'd managed to shield his face and eyes from the blast.

But his hands… Mac had to have just let go of the bomb to drop it in the dumpster for his hands to look like that but still be basically intact. Jack moved his hand from Mac's chin and cupped his partner's face in his hand, gently brushing a tear away, trying to get Mac's attention on him, to calm him down. "Mac, talk to me." He had no idea how he was keeping himself from crying right alongside his friend. "I need to know you're with me."

Mac hiccuped, took a deep breath through his nose and made a visible effort to calm himself down. When he spoke, every bit of the agony Jack saw in his face translated to his voice. "I–I'm okay."

Jack chuckled, but there was no humor to it. "I don't believe that for a second. But you will be, ya hear me?"

Mac nodded shakily, a low, keening whine building at the base of his throat like a wounded hound dog. He choked out, "It h-hurts."

"I know, bud. Can I see your hands?"

Mac shook his head, pulling his hands closer to his body. "Not yet. We n-need to find a way out of here f-f-first." Mac's teeth had started chattering, which sent a whole new wave of fear tearing through Jack's body. If Mac was going into shock, they were really out of time. And as much as Jack wanted to get a better idea of the damage, figure out what they were working with, he knew Mac was right. In all the chaos and worry, he'd almost forgotten that they were still locked in the warehouse with a smoking dumpster slowly turning the air against them. From where they sat on the floor, the air wasn't bad yet, but they needed to kick it into third gear – it wouldn't stay that way for long.

"Okay," Jack agreed. "How do we get out? As I recall, they've padlocked all the doors from the outside, and this whole place is made of steel. Can you figure out how to make something to bust those doors down?"

Mac's eyes, glazed with pain, darted around the warehouse, which had until very recently been one of the stashes of the cartel that had captured them. "Uhhh…" His voice broke, and Jack saw Mac's hands twitch in a painful spasm out of the corner of his eye. Fresh tears welled up, and Mac blew out a shaky breath. "Okay. Yeah. We should b-be able to make a blowtorch to c-cut us out of here."

Jack shot Mac a dubious look. "You're not makin' anything hoss, and I sure as hell don't know how to make a blowtorch. Think you got it in you to walk me through it?"

Mac didn't look so sure, and Jack's stomach flipped as he saw how much the trembling had increased. Still, MacGyver was never one to admit defeat, and he nodded. His voice was thick with pain, dry and raspy, but he managed to walk Jack through a collection of basic supplies, all of which were readily available in their current space – an empty syringe, a thumbtack, pliers, lighter fluid, and Jack's own lighter, which the bad guys had left on him. Seems the only things they'd actually taken were their prisoner's phones.

By the time Mac had coached Jack through the process of actually building the DIY blowtorch, an incredibly precise and delicate venture that Jack barely managed with his sausage-like fingers, smoke was beginning to gather in earnest, and Mac was shaking so badly that he sounded like he was working a jackhammer when he talked. But Jack had finished it, and to his shock and utter relief, it worked – he'd not doubted Mac, of course, but his own ability to bring Mac's idea to fruition – and Mac had offered a pained, crooked smile at him, and said, "S-s-see, we m-make a p-p-pretty good t-team." Then, whether from pain or shock or hyperventilation, he passed out, and Jack only spared enough time to check his vitals before he used his lighter-turned-blowtorch to cut his way through the steel wall of the warehouse.

It was a slow process, and Jack burned himself no less four times, but at last he'd carved their escape route. The men who'd left them here to burn had gone. Jack hoisted Mac onto his shoulder, taking extra care not to jostle his mangled hands, and set out in search of a phone – he knew there was a gas station a few miles away.

Mac just had to hold on until then.

***

24 Hours Later

Jack was there when Mac woke up from his first surgery.

Jack was always there when Mac woke up in medical.

Mac peered at him through groggy, drug-hazy eyes and gave his partner a weak smile. "Hey, Jack."

Jack fought the urge to pull the kid into the tightest bear hug he'd ever experienced. Only a glance down at Mac's heavily bandaged hands lying delicately on his chest kept him where he was, in the cushioned hospital chair that played at being comfortable but really wasn't after ten minutes. Jack had been sitting in it for nearly sixteen hours, give or take, not counting bathroom breaks and coffee runs. Others had stopped by at various times, too – Matty, Bozer, and Riley chief among them – but right now it was just Jack and Mac. The way it had always been.

The way it would always be.

"Hey, kiddo. How're ya feelin'?"

Mac thought about this for a long moment, his brow furrowed in concentration like he was trying to figure out some complicated equation. Finally, he answered, "Weird."

Jack threw his head back and laughed, though what Mac had said in no way warranted the kind of reaction he was getting. It was like all of the stress and fear and uncertainty and trauma of the last day were riding the shockwave of that almost manic laugh.

Mac's eyebrows creased further in concern. "What's so funny?"

Jack scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeve, not sure if his eyes were watering from laughing, or if he had started crying somewhere along the way. "Nothing, hoss. What feels weird?"

"Floaty?" Mac answered uncertainty. From where Jack was sitting, Mac looked all of seven years old, tucked into the hospital bed in the Phoenix recovery ward, hair messy, eyes tired and confused.

Jack patted Mac on the shoulder, and Mac stared at the hand like it was the most surprising thing he'd ever encountered. Damn, they had him on the good stuff. He told Mac as much.

Mac's eyes were already drifting shut, the pull of the drugs too strong. "You go to sleep," Jack said softly, unable to keep himself from brushing a stray lock of hair from Mac's reddened forehead. "We can talk more when you wake up."

Mac, for once, did as he was told.

***

Jack spent the night at Mac's side, of course, despite Matty's urging that he go home and get some sleep. He wouldn't have been able to sleep, anyway, even if he had been in his own bed. He couldn't stop thinking, stop remembering. When he looked at Mac now, he saw pristine white bandages and the kind of tentative peace that could only come from whatever drugs they had him on – probably morphine and a cocktail of antibiotics, if he had his guess.

The problem was, Jack knew what lay beneath the bandages. He had seen, once he had finally found a phone and called for help, the extent of damage that had been done to Mac's hands up close. And it terrified him.

Even now every time he closed his eyes, even to blink, he could see his kid's hands, covered in burns, some so deep that Jack swore he could see tendons. They were bloody and blistered and the angriest shade of red Jack had ever seen.

He also saw, whenever his body betrayed him and he started to doze off, the way that MacGyver had writhed and twitched and moaned even while unconscious as Jack tried to examine them. His mind dragged him back to the Phoenix chopper, where a medical team immediately gave Mac painkillers and started debriding the burns. Mac had woken up then, thrashing and screaming the most terrible, guttural, animal screams, and Jack had been forced to hold him down while the medics worked, and he'd cried alongside Mac, and after they'd landed and Mac had been rushed in, Jack had found the nearest trash can and puked his guts out.

Even now, one surgery down, it was far from over. The doctor's prognosis had been hopeful, but cautious. Mac should be able to gain control of his hands again, should be able to build things and destroy Jack's phones and return fist bumps and high fives, and open doors and climb and pick things up and shoot hoops and anything else he wanted to do… but it would take time.

Six surgeries, minimum, to repair damage to tendons, do skin grafts. Mac's hands would always bear some scars, even though Phoenix had flown in the best surgeons in the country to rebuild the hands that usually did the rebuilding. And the few sessions of physical therapy he'd been through the last time he'd burned his hands were child's play to the PT he had in store in the coming months.

Jack sure as hell hoped the world would hold it together until MacGyver healed. He knew that it might as well have ended if Mac hadn't made it out of that explosion alive. Jack's world would have, at any rate.

But, Jack reminded himself as he watched the steady rise and fall of Mac's chest, despite all of the pain and physical therapy and surgeries in his future, Mac was by far the strongest person he knew. He had no doubt that the cautionary "should" the doctor placed on Mac's recovery was more of a "will definitely," because Mac didn't let anything slow him down for long.

So Jack had to be strong, too.

"I'll do it for you, Mac," he said aloud. He carded his fingers gently through mussed blonde hair.

It was a promise he intended to keep.

[the-fiction-witch]

Lovely tag : whitey winn

A - Affection [How affectionate are they with you?]

Whitey Winn is rather affection but at specific times, in the office he'll barely give you anything but in bed he'll wrap you up in his arms and never let you go giving you a million kisses a minute. Even if he does like holding your hand and waist most of the time and whispering in your ear how much he loves you.

B - Butter [How much do they coddle you, and how?]

Ohhh you where coddled worse then ever! Your father had always been protective of course as your his own little girl and his only child before your mother died so being protected was just something you where used to. However when you and whitey got together you assumed it would stop that he'd let you be more independent but ohh no you where mistaken Whitey's worse then your father ever was, he was extremely protective of you holding you on his arm, sitting behind you on your horse, barely letting you out after dark unless he was with you.

And it somehow got even worse when you got married, and even more so once you got pregnant. At that point he would even let you pick up spoons for yourself.

C - Confide [How easily do they confide to you?]

He's pretty open as far as confiding goes he was very happy to tell you things as soon as you two started courting he liked telling you things and he loves listening to you tell him to.

D - Defensive [How protective are they over you?]

Super protective! Another man looks at you Whitey's growling like a wild dog pushing you behind him or into his side. One of the mine security men tried to hit on you one evening and honestly your surprised whitey didn't kill him but it was a close call if maggie hadn't have stopped the fight you think that boy would have been dead. Not to mention the time one visiting boy pinched your bottom thought your dress and by the time you had squealed and turned around the boy was knocked out in the dust and you where tight to Whitey's chest. But you know it's just what he's like and that he's just trying to help so you'll give him a little reward later after dark.

E - Exhausted [How do they take care of you when you're tired or feeling low?]

He'll spot your tried or upset from a mile away he'll find someplace cosy and sit you across his lap, and make you tell him all about it he'll play with your hair and stroke your skin while you explain nodding and agreeing at moments he needs too and once it's all explained he'll pulling you to rest your head on his shoulder and chest and let you rest till your better.

F - Fluffy [How sappily sweet can they get?]

He can be a very sappy boy, giving you flowers, giving you cuddles telling you he loves you a hundred times a day

G - Game [How much do they play around, and are they a tease?]

He's not much for teasing or playing around he'd rather just be sweet to you.

H - Happy [What's their favourite thing to do with you, that makes them happy?]

Cuddle! Or go out riding he loves sitting behind you his arms around you to hold the rains of the horse as you go off on little adventures together.

I - Initiate [Do they make the first move?]

Depends, if it's a cuddle then one hundred percent whitey is asking and moving first, but other stuff like kissing and so on its almost always you. Even after your married with children you still have to make a first move to give him a kiss or hold his hand and each normally make him go bright red

J - Jealousy [How jealous can they get and how do they show it?]

He gets super jealous. Luckily labelle doesn't have alot of men and the ones who are in labelle are mostly older men who barely do much of anything so he didn't need to worry much about you, but when those young dirty mining security men came whitey was not happy as at times it seemed almost like the intentional picked on you to wind whitey up and make him do something so they could lock him in the cells. He gets defensive, violent, he'll do anything do defend you even if it means he gets in trouble for doing it because your his girl and knowone is going to hurt you or take you away from him not while he breaths.

L - Love [How do they react to you giving them affection?]

Blush!! He blushed when you kiss him, when you hold his hand he just always has blush in those dirty cheeks. But he loves when you give him affection he just wishes it wasn't so obvious how much he liked it.

M - Married [What's it like to be married to them?]

Amazing, he always cuddles and kisses you once he's home from work, compliments atleast three times a day, and cuddles and sleeps beside you every single night he's not at work.

N - Newborn [How are they with having kids, and how would they be as a parent?]

He got so excited when you told him you where pregnant, but he wouldn't let you do anything for yourself he was going to care for your every single need until baby came. And as soon as it did you saw him smile wider then you had ever seen before he was so happy to be a daddy and he was an amazing one. He loves all your children so very much and takes such good care of them even if he does spoil them a little bit mostly because your first child was a boy and whitey was ecstatic! Having little whitey jr so he kinda spoilt him rotten. But then soon enough when little addison came he had to spoil her too so it was fair. And then elijha came so he had to spoil the boys as much as the girls and so on and so on spoiling all your children rather alot. Even if you keep saying when you have a baby in the house that you won't have anymore children after this and yet it keeps on happening. Even if you think whitey secretly really wants more children, you have said you draw the line at five but with your current tummy thats already out the window.

O - Outdoors [How are they with you in public?]

Defense and sweet, he likes holding onto you but other then that he's okay he doesn't much like kissing you or anything outside because that's privet stuff even if... Maybe the office is privet enough for a snuggle or two.

P - Propose [How would they propose, and when would that be?]

It was nervous. He barely got thought it without stuttering. Almost all of labelle came out to watch which probably didn't help as whitey let it slip to bill in the office that he was going to do it so bill told maggie and of course within an hour the whole dam down new except you. He of course had asked your father's permission first and once he had that he got you as many flowers as he could and asked you in the middle of town in front of everyone.

Q - Quarrel [How are they after a fight, and will they try to make amends right after?]

You've never been in a fight with whitey, he's too sweet, the moment your upset about something he cuddles you holds you hands and let's you explain all about it and how he can make it all better. I don't think it's actually possible to get into a fight with him over anything you can try and tell at him and he'll just stand there politely and nod agreeing with you and discusses ways he can improve and how he can help. "Of course, your right darlin' I'm sorry. I'll remember next time"

R - Romantic [How much of a hopeless romantic are they, and how do they show it?]

He is rather a hopeless romantic, he always brings you flowers after a long day of work and tells you he loves you almost constantly.

S - Snuggles [Do they like to cuddle, and how do they do it?]

Whitey loves to cuddle he almost always starts a cuddle or asks for a cuddle he adores cuddling with you, he moves just wrapping his arms around you having you engulfed in him, usually both arms around you, Maybe a leg around you too with your head nuzzled into him so you have no escape from his love.

T - Touchy [How touch starved are they, and would they show it?]

He was so touch straved when you where first together you could poke him and he'd have a heart attack, but even when he's been in the office a few nights or just hasn't seen you all that much he gets a little desperate for kisses for touching for anything you'll give him. You can tell he's getting touch starved because he'll bite on his mouth alot more and you can see it in how his eyes lingure and move much slower.

U - Urchin [What's one negative trait about them that hurts you?]

That he can be a little too accommodating t the ladies in town, you understand that Whitey Winn is the deputy of La Belle a town almost all of the women have lost their husbands but you get rather jealous when you see the women going to the office to try and bring him things in the office, he never flirts or anything you just get a little worried sometimes

V - Vibe [What energy do they give off when you're with them?]

he gives off the energy of being very cocky and strong but also very sweet like sugar, he is so blushy with you its a rarity he gets though a sentence with you before he's blushing and stuttering 

W- Wedding [What are they like at their wedding?]

a mess, He cried so much when you got married, he was so happy, so excited and so thrilled your father finally allowed you two to get married, you met him in the half-finished church and half of Labelle showed up mostly all the women to see you and whitey get married and they spoilt you with presents of baked goods and wine for you, and bill spoilt you giving whitey a week off for you two's honeymoon

X - Xtreme [What lengths would they go to for you?]

He's do anything for you, anything you asked just to see you smile, back before your father found out about whitey courting you he used to ride out to the river with you just for dates even if it took about half an hour to get from his house to your spot, but he still did it every day after work. 

Y - Yogurt [What's their ideal place for a date?]

A little ride out to the river, sitting down by the edge with maybe a little picnic of maybe some beer and pie, maybe a little cuddle if it gets too cold out as the sky gets dark and you can sit and stargaze together maybe He'll wrap his jacket around your shoulder if you get too cold and maybe if he's lucky he might get a kiss at your door when he walks you back to your door Before your curfew of course so he doesn't get yelled at by your father.

Z - Zipper [What clothes do they like seeing you in?]

he loves seeing you in your underdress when you don't bother to really get dressed he thinks you look sweetest that way.

[panharmonium]

#1When Will comes with Merlin to Camelot, he doesn't get to be his roommate and lives (and learns to be blacksmith) in Gwen's house. Why doesn't he live with Merlin, though? Oh, it's quite simple! Ours merry gang's first priority now is 'don't let Will and Uther meet, at any cost!' (Morgana, Gwen and Arthur're all on it, Merlin invented it) Or there would be epic BURN. No one is quite sure who and how will be set on fire at the end of their meeting, and it's the worst part. Every other threat b

this is truly the crack AU fic we deserve

and - i know i’m veering off slightly from the above premise, which was about merlin’s magic being revealed earlier, but - the comedic potential of a will lives!au where everybody thinks he can do magic and he very obviously cannot is limitless, especially if he’s maintaining the ruse precisely so merlin can stay hidden

merlin running around after him trying to surreptitiously make the right magical things happen on cue and will getting progressively closer and closer to strangling him for getting will mixed up in this business to begin with, though merlin always counters will’s moments of frustration with “why don’t you leave, then,” and will can’t say anything to that because he knows that merlin knows he would never

arthur being very reluctant and unwilling to resort to will’s “services” for a veritable AGE and then eventually at long last lowering himself so far as to admit that they might possibly, maybe need will’s particular brand of help on something, only he doesn’t want to admit that he’s resorting to magic, so he tiptoes around the subject like it’s a piece of spoilt cheese on his plate

arthur: we have come to...ask for...assistance.

will: with what

arthur: with...an issue

will: what sort of issue

arthur: a...special situation.  requiring a...a unique approach

will: what sort of approach

arthur, to will, whilst glaring directly at merlin, morgana, and gwen: it has been expressed to me numerous times by a number of insufferably solicitous people that perhaps on this occasion it would be prudent for us to...to make use of your...abilities

will: my what now

arthur: your...you know.  your...abnormalities.

will: ...mate you must think i won’t kill you because i saved your hide that one time

uther is on house arrest IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES XD XD XD

i’ve always been interested in the idea of how lancelot and will would get on, too!  lancelot would be charming and gracious as ever, i’m sure, though i think it might take will a little longer to warm up to him - i think will would like him on a personal level, but i do think he would shake his head at lancelot’s utter devotion to camelot/arthur/the knighthood, because to will that stuff is nonsense, and harmful nonsense at that.  but also i think that will respects people who don’t dissemble - lancelot is what he appears to be, and his ideals and his conduct are truly honorable in the most genuine way, and so i think they would like each other, ultimately.  will would appreciate lancelot’s depth of conviction, even if will is always going to be more skeptical of his dedication to the knighthood and the throne.  

i agree that will would never allow anyone to knight him.  he’s not here for that.  will is Plain Folk right down to his marrow, and proud to be so.  he’s not interested in serving any lord; he’s here for his common neighbors.

uhhhhh in short - this is the best au in general, aha; i am here for it!!!!  probably the only thing i would ever even consider changing if i were to expand on this scenario is that i wouldn’t necessarily have will choosing the forge as a career (though granted, i think will could figure smithing out just fine; he’s clever enough to manage whatever he wants to put his hands to) - but we actually have canonical evidence that will already has a trade :D  (which is a thing i expect absolutely no one to know, obviously, and i am actually deeply embarrassed to even admit that i know, because it indicates that yes, i have in fact been this in-depth about researching this character - )

but anyway, i am sure that he is not formally trained and hasn’t entered a guild or anything like that; those opportunities don’t exist where he lives and he’s too poor to afford the entry fee even if they did - but will definitely supplements his agricultural pursuits with carpentry.  

his house in ealdor is overflowing with hewn timber, and you can see a half-finished piece of some precisely carved project or other on the workbench to the left of merlin:

he has a grindstone in his house, as well as a shaving horse, which is a bench/clamp device specific to woodworking:

and almost every time we see him come out of his house, he’s got woodworking tools in hand (mallet, chisel, etc):

so!  will is a woodwright!  albeit probably a half-trained one, who learned, i would assume, from his father, before his father got snatched up by the army (all guesses, of course, but reasonable ones, i think.)

HOWEVER......i am NEVER going to turn down a smith!will AU, because a) that’s just badass, and b) he could hang out with elyan and gwen, and c) it would be shockingly easy to find appropriate gifs and images to illustrate your universe, because obviously joe dempsie also played gendry in game of thrones and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

that’s one heck of a look, ok

[victorluvsalice]

A little less smoothly than I would have liked,  if I’m honest. It started out okay -- Victor arrived perhaps a mite overdressed thanks to the party outfit the game chose, but the adults were soon talking and laughing, and Douglas and Marlene were being adorable together. :D I even got Douglas to play on the jungle gym while Playful, completing the first tier of the Rambunctious Scamp aspiration (figured I’d get it out of the way after how long it took me to complete on Emma Van Dort!) And then the game started throwing a few curveballs at me:

A) The “have drinks” party goal came up, which -- um, no bar on this lot, and it’s not really set up for one. I quickly devised an alternate plan -- one of the drink platters from Spa Day! Have Marty make some lemonade, and pow! Drinks. Problem is, I stupidly chose to put it one of the white picnic tables, meaning my guests had to go ALL THE WAY AROUND if they wanted one. . . should have moved it to the front tables! But hindsight is twenty-twenty. . .

B) Dirk Dreamer showed up, bringing with him a load of fans and some paparazzi. This one wasn’t too bad -- they basically stayed in that little area near the chess tables -- but it was a bit distracting. Fortunate my Sims were immune to the charms of celebrity!

C) . . .They weren’t immune to the charms of wandering off, though, which was my REAL issue. Douglas kept going to play with the giant horse toy (though that WAS amusing to watch); Marlene headed to the castle dollhouse (which is actually pretty freaking awesome for a dollhouse, I gotta say!); Marty kept heading to the bathroom and NOT QUITE taking care of his bladder need (I did keep telling him to do things, but come on!); and Emmett LEFT THE LOT ENTIRELY -- I finally tracked him down buying a drink from the nearby pop up treats stand. -.- There’s CAKE, Emmett. Only Victor was a good Sim and stayed sitting at that picnic table. For, um, ages. . .you okay, Victor?

Well, whatever -- point is, I found my time a-wasting as I attempted to keep track of all these ne’er-do-wells, and realized over half the party had passed without Marlene aging up! Well, that would never do, would it? Where is that toddler and her mother. . .