#bandana is the middle child

[zaphiyy207]

Cats and Ice Cream shenanigans

Includes Kirby trying to rip Meta Knight's mask off and Meta Knight pushing Kirby away while they screamed bloody murder. Yup, that's the scene.

and also Bandana having to deal with them(there's Dedede but my energy poofed before I could draw him. Excuses. Because I have no clue how to draw him in that one scene)

these are all from a one shot i posted

You can read it here ^^

[navstuffs]

Synesthesia

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Summary: "A condition in which stimulation of one sense generates a simultaneous sensation in another". Or aka the fic where Gojo Satoru fucks you inside his domain expansion.

Trigger Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!, SMUT, tiny squint of dubcon (reader goes mind blank inside the domain), creampie, multiple powerful orgasms, reader gender isn't mentioned

Author's Notes: probably the hardest smut i have ever written. idk how many times this has been done in the fandom (im sure tons) and one time i read this INSANELY good fic abt it and have never found it again. anyway, enjoy! credit on the images from this post right here.

other gojo fics

An average person will feel many sensations in this world, either physically and/or spiritually (if you believe in that type of stuff). Before meeting Gojo Satoru, your emotions were still there to remind you, hey, you are human: come and feel us; you can't stop us.

Everything changed after you met Satoru.

Gojo Satoru wasn't normal. Even in your first meeting, even without being a cursed user, you could tell something was off about him in the best way possible. The white hair, the ethereal blue eyes behind the sunglasses, or the fact that he consumed sweets as someone should be consuming water. Even your concerns about diabetes didn't feel necessary with this man. 

And then you started dating him. Yes, you, the average human being of this world, the single person in the million of eight billion or more. And he chose you, fell for you, for some crazy idea in his head. You became his new drug in the best way possible. Gojo Satoru could never have had enough of you. 

The kisses were intoxicating, and his neediness was that of someone who could not hear the word "no." Satoru would pout like a child, his head down enough that you could see his eyes shining through his sunglasses. And you would say "yes" as if only that vision persuaded you (it was your heart speaking).

Now, fucking Gojo Satoru, that was on a whole new level. At this point, you knew of the curses, the Jujutsu world, and the fact that somehow you are dating the strongest of that universe (?!). Fucking Gojo Satoru was not like fucking your other lovers. Satoru was entirely in during sex. As in head, soul, mind, the total package deal. And it was only fair you gave him the same. 

-x-

"What would happen to normal humans inside your domain expansion?" 

The question is met with curiosity by Gojo, who is wearing his black bandana today. He ponders for a moment, one finger toward his chin (because you said once he looked cute doing it, and he does it every time now). "They probably wouldn't be able to see it. Just feel it."

"Could it be considered safe?"

"Mhmmm, let me think. For some milliseconds. Why?"

"Nothing."

Oh, but Satoru had already perceived your interest. Your eyes did not meet his, and you tried to look away, embarrassed. His smile grew from his side lips until Satoru questioned, his voice low, " Is there anything I should know of?"

"You promise you won't laugh?"

-x- 

That's how you end up on top of him, his dick buried deep inside your body. It is already overwhelming, suffocating almost, the air being pulled from your lungs every time your hips meet his, and you weren't even inside his domain yet. Satoru insisted on starting slowly for your safety: 0.1, 0.2 seconds max, according to his estimation. 

"Now?"

"Are you close?" You shake your head impatiently, furrowing your brows. "Didn't think so."

Differing from all the other nights, you sense Satoru's tension. He can't relax, not even without you moaning in his ear. It's not that Satoru believes he will hurt you; Satoru has to consider the slight possibility of what could happen if he lost control for a tiny second and ended up frying your brain on accident.

"'Toru. Focus on me." You demand, squeezing his nipple so he can come back to you.

Satoru reacts: he starts rubbing in between in the middle of your legs, stroking your sex in a way only he knew how to do, after weeks of studying your reactions every time you had sex. In less than two weeks, the prick had learned places you haven't even discovered yet. It had to be six eyes, giving your body away like that. Biting where the neck meets your shoulder together with a particular way of fucking you and hitting on the place that made you see stars could make you cum in minutes. You are thankful he is the strongest because Satoru had ruined you for any other person who existed. 

"Focus, honey."  His voice is steady, his chest heaving up and down.

If someone asked you how a mere mortal felt bringing God to his knees, you would know exactly how to explain. That's exactly how you felt fucking Satoru. Like now, with his hands on your hips, helping you sink inside further every time, your open palms resting on his chest for support. It feels powerful and mythical; his mouth parted away like that, licking his lips from time to time. Satoru is a proud moaner, loud and about - but for this time, his forehead is furrowed in concentration, and barely any noises are coming from him. If it were any other time, Satoru would have helped you or taken control when it had gotten too much for his small patience to handle, moving his hips until you were a blabbering mess.

But now, he has to be focused on not harming you. The situation is even more thrilling if you think like that. Bring a God to his knees because if you don't, he might kill you with his power.

"Satoru!" You moan, needy. A warning that you are getting close.

His white hands raise, and you watch (as always) fascinated as the bandana comes off, even forgetting about your looming orgasm. Gojo Satoru is the most attractive man you have ever seen in your entire life, and if you believe in reincarnation, about ten more lives. He has a smirk on his lips now, happy with the way he affects you. I mean, how couldn't he? 

"Domain expansion, Unlimited Void."

Everything stops. The air stops moving, and time stops. You are paralyzed, your eyes wide, feeling everything and nothing at the same time. Your mind goes blank in the total sense of that word; you can't form a single thought. You forget your name, can't remember your parents' names, or where you were born, what you do. 

At the same time, everything is being shown to you; your consciousness is there, floating lost in the sky, but you can't grasp it. The only thing you can feel is your orgasm, but even that feels like it has toned down, a small explosion the size of a jelly bean growing inside your stomach.

The next thing you know, you wake up in Satoru's arms, gasping for air, shaking, with tears coming down your eyes. You can't stop squirming, and you realize it is your orgasm, with so much energy that could light up an entire city, spreading in your veins and going back into your brain at a swift speed, amplifying your senses. Then you find yourself staring at Satoru's blue eyes, and your mind goes blank again, but not like when you were inside the Unlimited Void. No, now you can feel everything: Satoru's love, Satoru's shooting his cum inside of you, Satoru's hand gripping your hips, the scream coming out of your throat!

Satoru is murmuring something, praising you, saying he loves you, but you pass out again, and the entire world goes black. Satoru holds you, feeling your heartbeat, not placing his bandana on his eyes, your body twitching unconsciously. 

You return to him after a few minutes - if anyone asked Gojo, precisely two minutes, twenty seconds, two exact milliseconds, almost three. 

"'Toru?" Your voice sounds exhausted, grateful, and in disbelief all at the same time.

"I'm here, honey. I'm here. You are okay." He kisses your forehead, holding you tightly in his arms, still buried deep inside you.

Later, when you ask, Satoru will answer that he had felt your orgasm within you. He had never seen you so out of this world, literally dumbfucked. He won't confess he got worried for a second and ended up placing you inside his domain for ONLY one millisecond. You also won't confess yet that you wanted to try again, up to 0.3 seconds (normal humans wouldn't survive), but who cares? You want Satoru to fry your brain. Instead, you will roll your eyes at his answer, slapping his arm playfully, and he won't even turn infinite on because it is you. And who is he to ever deny you? You who finally made his life whole. 

You that had a God wrapped around your finger.

[kaihuntrr]

The Sea Prince: The Watcher, ‘Civilians’, and Hunters.

To celebrate this au being one of my most favorite things to work on, I’ve made designs for the Solidarity brothers, Big B, and redesigned the trio!

Closeups and introductions under the cut :> here they are!

Now that’s character design! I’m super proud of how they turned out, and they form a rainbow by pure coincidence. Let’s talk about them!

Starting off with the duos!

‘Nosy Neighbors’ & ‘Mean Gills’

Big B is a new one so I’ll talk about him first. I’ll talk about the other three as characters :)

‘Big B.’

Big B is a Watcher; an organization that studies and hunts sea monsters. He used to be a famous vagabond hunter, but due to some mysterious circumstances, he retired early. You’ll meet him much later on in the story, but he’s quite an interesting character! He keeps his secrets. He knows yours. Who knows if he's trustworthy or not.

He seems to have a connection to Grian.

‘Pearl Moone.’

She’s a cocky, energetic person to be around. She doesn’t seem too trusting with strangers, especially hunters. Her accessories are golden, and she has a scar over her left eye so she definitely stands out.

She has a red shell bracelet similar to Scott’s necklace. Are they friends?

‘Scott Major.’

A pleasant, sassy, and entertaining server in the port town the Red Canaries visit. He often flirts with Martyn, leaving the hunter speechless with promises of something more. He’s hiding something. Maybe he’ll tell Martyn his secrets one day?

He swears a couple of necklaces, but one is hidden under his shirt.

‘Martyn Woods.’

The second mate to the Red Canaries. Loyal to a fault, he prioritizes everyone before himself, even neglecting his needs. He believes that his isolated life is worth it, but his feelings change the more Scott talks his way into his life. Is he ready to love again, even after what happened to Ren?

He has a couple of scars, some big ones on his chest. He has a locket and tattoo of a crown and a necklace trinket of the first monster he killed as a boy.

‘Bad Boys’, the Solidarity brothers.

A bunch of new designs here! I referenced their bad boy skins so they have similar ‘leather jackets’. I’m excited for you all to learn about them and their history.

‘Grian Solidarity.’

The youngest adopted brother of the trio. He’s chaotic, but he’s shifty. His birth parents were from the Watchers, but after their death, he was entrusted to the Solidarity family to care for him. They died when he was young, so he doesn’t remember them. He loves his brothers to death and does what he can to protect them and his crew.

He, like his other brothers, keeps a locket with their family photo. He wears a yellow bandana with his name crudely stitched on it. Strangely, he has some similarities to Pearl…

‘Joel Solidarity.’

The awkward, funny middle child. He has the most muscle out of the brothers but he masks it with his pleasant behavior. He quickly accepted Grian into the family and shared his interest in starting the hunter crew. When they were younger, the two would sneak away from their older brother to meet Martyn and Impulse by the docks. Currently, he’s engaged to Lizzie Shadow and is waiting for winter so they can finally tie the knot.

He keeps a falcon feather in his hat as his parents were falconers. He wears his red bandana, also with crude stitches of his name, on his head.

‘Jimmy Solidarity.’

The oldest and most emotional of the brothers. He wasn’t particularly interested in becoming a hunter, preferring to spend time with the birds and become a falconer, but he loved his brothers so he went with it. He’s impulsive, stubborn, but a wonderful and simple person all around.

He keeps his red bandana on his belt, with neat stitches of his name. He has a braided bracelet and a tattoo on his neck.

...and he’s dead.

...or is he?

There’s a LOT going on with these designs, a lot of spoilers in them so what I’ve said could or could not be hints to what’s to come! Not sure when the next design dump would be, but I think my upcoming post would be fun, particularly for those who want to read the story ;) all in due time.

oh, also new life Scott is partially ginger. I predicted that HA- /j I’ll probably whip up art of those two bc. That’s incredibly funny-

Which one of these characters/ designs is your favorite? Let me know! :D

[la-guns]

An about me post that’s probably too long ♡ feat. my room ^^

I finally fully embraced my true love this year with the 80’s, and its rock/metal music scene. I’ve always loved the decade and its music, but have jumped between interests that didn’t hold me for long for most of my life. But now I’m here, and it feels right. And I can thank my dad.

He’s a metalhead. He had the classic long, shaggy hairstyle in the 80’s. I always remember him blaring his favorite Metallica and Alice in Chains albums from the garage, where he worked on cars and occasional motorcycles. He still does that.

Every morning before elementary school, he’d have the huge box tv playing music videos. My favorites were AC/DC. And while I watched, I had Pop-Tarts, but little me never had the heart to tell my dad I didn’t like them toasted when he brought them to me 😅

Growing up, he introduced me to the best classic movies from the 80’s. Back to the Future, Spaceballs, the Goonies, the Lost Boys (my dad loved vampire stuff, and I do, too), National Lampoon, Princess Bride, so much more. I grew up pure classic. And I like staying that way. It’s a huge comfort.

Now, not much has changed. I prefer 70’s, 80’s, and VERY early 90’s music (like Hollywood Vampires. I can’t do the grunge stuff, sorry! 80’s metalhead heart ♡). I rarely listen to modern music, and when I do it’s mostly for the novel I’m writing to get in the zone. I love Vlad Dracula (the historical Vlad), and have been writing a historical novel about him, and using the real facts in my research from Romanian sources (on here, I love the user @/vladdocs for info about Vlad).

L.A. Guns…the love I have for them came out of nowhere, and that kind of love is usually the best in my experience. I love their style. It’s metal/heavy rock but…in an L.A. Guns uniqueness. Bluesy, invigorating, rockin’. I wish they got to reach stadium level like Mötley Crüe.

I love the “classic” lineup of L.A. Guns. Mick, Phil, Tracii, Kelly, Steve. Love each them to bits, and miss Steve. Kelly is my comfort person, I’d say. I share common interests with him, and from what I’ve watched and read about him, I love how goofy and true to himself he is. Like he embraces his inner child, and I love that. He’s a cutie pie for sure, but his personality is what gets me most. He’s not afraid to be bold with what he likes (like pirates! I LOVE pirates. My dad raised me on Pirates of the Caribbean, and I love the overall history of pirates). Sometimes I wish I could just talk to Kelly about graphic design. That’d be so cool. I’ve been dabbling in it since middle school, and am now going to college for it.

So, my room is my safe space and I like to really have it just scream me. It’s full of original stuff, down to the cassettes, magazines, ‘89 Mötley concert bandana, and magazine pinups. The only original thing I DON’T own is the shirt. It’s a reprint. I love it all so much, and I’m still getting more. My favorite piece is the original Cocked & Loaded vinyl signed by the classic lineup ♡

The bands I love most are L.A. Guns, Mötley Crüe, Cinderella, Dokken, Danger Danger, Def Leppard, KISS, AC/DC, Billy Idol (got to see him in May!), Bulletboys, Poison, Van Halen, and so many more it’s a lot 😭 ♡

This definitely isn’t everything about me, but it’s a taste of the main part. I’d love to get to know others who love the 80’s scene. My inbox and dm’s are always open for polite chat. ♡

[mamamittens]

How Our Seeds Grow (Pt. 3)

Platonic Yandere WBP & Young Child!GN!Reader

Main|First|Next

Warnings: Drugging of a minor (for sleeping purposes) and ongoing kidnapping/emotional distress.

Word Count: 1,739

You had known that the ship you were on was just a small contingent vessel for the main flagship, the Moby Dick, but you hadn’t realized just how massive it was until well after sunset. The Yonko ship somehow growing bigger and bigger as the crew started preparing to offload the cargo and making preparations to tie up the ships. It was bigger than any base you’d been assigned to.

You tucked Cream into your new bandana and anxiously carded your hands through Stefan’s fur. The dog whining and squirming happily with pleased licks to distract you. But you couldn’t look away.

How could any ship be this big?

You sucked in an anxious breath as you were suddenly lifted up into someone’s arms.

Phoenix held you firmly to his chest with one arm, the other brushing over your back in soothing motions.

“Easy, baby bird. We called ahead so they know to expect you. Thatch is especially eager to meet you.” Phoenix whispered with a small smile. Cream poked out of his shell and patted your chin with a small murmur. “Oyaji is also happy to meet you. It’s been a while since we’ve had someone so young aboard.”

“Ready to go, commander!” Someone shouted, drawing your attention to the rope ladder leading up to the Moby Dick’s deck. Phoenix took confident strides and easily scaled the ladder with one hand, your arms wrapped around his neck as the ocean lapped between the two ships below.

You gasped as Phoenix cleared the deck, seeing the top for the first time. Lights illuminating the space as several pirates milled around the recessed area. There, in the middle, was Whitebeard.

You knew what he looked like, obviously. But no bounty poster you’ve ever seen could explain how big he was. It explained the size of his ship, to put it lightly. The aged Yonko sat there, perfectly relaxed in the crisp night air. Scars scattered across his chest, no weapon in sight. You should be frightened. You were frightened. Wide eyes fixed on the tallest man you’d ever seen. Any other time, anywhere else, you wouldn’t have needed to be told to run from him.

His eyes bounced between the pirates on deck, the ones newly returned, and finally on Phoenix. And you. His features softened as he took you in from the decreasing distance thanks to Phoenix’s confident steps across the deck. Coming to a stop just a few feet shy of his large boots. Whitebeard leaned forward, resting his elbows onto his knees as Stefan yipped and spun in circles around the old captain’s feet. Large hand dangling and teasing the dog idly, his eyes still not leaving yours even as Stefan licked his fingertips.

You’d been looked at a lot in your life. Sizing glances and assessing stares. Disapproval and sneering distain. Pity and affection in stolen moments before you inevitably left for another base.

Whitebeard felt old but sturdy. Like mountains and the sea. And he looked at you like you were a child. Not a marine or a recruit or street urchin taking up valuable space. Just a child standing at the edge of the tide pools, lost in his gaze. Even through the birdsong in your heart, you could hear the rumbling of his devil fruit. A deep, rolling call in tunnels deeper still. A warning and reassurance in one. The echo of a laugh shifting in the cool earth.

“Welcome back, my sons. And who have you brought home?” Whitebeard asked, the idle chatter on deck falling silent despite the soft tone. Phoenix shifted you on his side, not putting you down or letting go.

Despite addressing Phoenix, it was clear from Whitebeard’s gaze that he was waiting for you to answer.

Your voice felt caught in your throat for a moment until Cream poked out his head with a grumble.

You stammered your name out nervously, voice just loud enough to carry to the attentive Yonko.

“—and this is Cream.” You ducked your head, still clutching Phoenix’s shirt as Cream puffed up seemingly in defiance. “’m an ensign.” You mumbled, holding onto your bandana anxiously.

Phoenix sighed, patting your back.

“We’re working on it.” Fire Fist declared, ruffling your hair. “They’ve got a weird devil fruit, Oyaji! Utterly wasted in the marines, even gramps would have taken better care of them!”

Whitebeard gave a curious hum, glancing at Fire Fist before looking back at you.

“We found them on the island we were restocking at. Their devil fruit makes other user’s powers stronger—the marines had them partnered up with some weak fire fruit user. They were mistakenly given orders to confront Ace and make a break if someone else showed up. Their ‘partner’ broke their nose when they tried to get him to leave. Obviously, the marines couldn’t be bothered to properly protect their ‘assets’.” Phoenix shrugged under the very interested gaze of his captain.

Whitebeard scoffed.

“Sengoku must be getting soft in the head, my child. We’re not too far from Linlin’s territory. If she knew such a fruit existed—if Kaido knew such a fruit existed… what fools, leaving you so undefended.” You couldn’t help but break away from his gaze, chest aching.

What was there to say? You knew your assignments were unusual. Your whole situation was unusual.

You gave a helpless shrug.

“They were worried about side effects. I think.” Was all you could offer.

“Side effects?” Phoenix asked. You looked at him helplessly.

“Yeah. Some sort of draw back. My partners are all pretty mean, usually. Maybe that was my fault?” You murmured. Phoenix’s expression shifted, eyes dark and cutting as he clicked his tongue loudly.

“Or maybe their egos couldn’t take depending on a kid. Forget about them, baby bird. The marines had their chance.”

“Yeah! Mean bastards putting a kid to work like that, honestly, who does that!?” Fire Fist huffed.

“Enough.” Whitebeard declared, drawing your attention back to him, his eyes softening. “Welcome home, child. You’re safe here now, no matter what happens.”

Your heart shuddered, eyes pricking with tears.

When was the last time anyone said that to you?

“Exactly! I’m not too late, am I?” A man declared, bursting out onto the deck with a mug in his hand and a large cookie wrapped with a napkin. His pompadour swayed as he scanned the deck animatedly, eyes lighting up as he spotted you. “There you are little cutie pie! It’s a little late, but I made a welcoming treat, just for you!”

He bounded over, offering you the mug and cookie. They were both a bit big for you, but you couldn’t exactly say no.

“Uhm… thank you? You didn’t have to, mister…” you cocked your head, noting how warm the mug and cookie were. “Twin-Blade.” You realized decisively. His name finally clicking.

He pouted despite being a grown man.

“Ah, honey! No! Call me Thatch!” He cried out as Phoenix huffed.

“Really, Thatch? A cookie before bed?” Phoenix strode past him. You turned to wave back at Whitebeard.

“O-Oh… nice to meet you, mister Whitebeard.” You called back as Twin-Blade jogged to keep up. You could hear the captain laughing as Fire Fist commented something too soft to hear.

He reached you as Phoenix descended below deck, hand reaching out to lift up the mug.

“Drink it while it’s hot, kay?” Twin-Blade advised. You adjusted your grip and took a sip.

Milk and honey?

You’d never had that before. The warm sweet drink washing down the large cookie still hot from the oven.

“Did you remember to set up their room?” Phoenix taunted.

“Of course I did! Fresh sheets and all!”

The two pirates teased each other as they confidently walked through the halls. The cookie was gone quickly, a few bites given to Cream eagerly.

The walls blurred under warm light, gentle hands pushing the mug up in encouragement. You felt warm and tingly all over, fingertips growing numb as you leaned against Phoenix’s chest with a yawn. Cream rapidly tapping your chin as you blinked slowly. Each time finding it harder to open them again.

The mug was lifted from your limp hands before it could drop.

“Shit, Thatch, how much did you give them?”

They stopped walking, metal tinkling together as a lock clicked.

“It wasn’t that much, I swear! Just enough to help with first-night jitters! I even sized it down since they’re a kid. I guess they’re just exhausted?” You whined as a hand brushed over your damp cheeks. “Aww, sweet pea~Here, lemme help tuck them in. Jeez, they’re so small.”

Your feet and neck were cold suddenly before soft fabric was wrapped around you. Pulled up to your chin, the chill abated quickly.

“Nice thinking with the anchored terrarium.”

“Thanks! This is a pretty big change for a kid, so I figured this would help show them they’re safe.”

Their voices faded out into static as you drifted away. Honeyed milk and chocolate on your tongue.

Today had been immeasurably long and difficult. The last thing you remember is the distant sensation of someone’s fingertips wiping away your tears.

--*--

Thatch held up his hands in self defense as Marco glared at him.

He really did size down the recipe! Their newest sibling must have been incredibly tired to not even make it to their room! And in his defense, they looked tired well before he gave them the special welcoming drink.

Thatch glanced down at them again before looking at the den den mushi with a replacement shell. The snail was definitely glaring at him from the secured terrarium. Usually, they could stay anywhere you wanted without issue, but given how the kid came to them, he figured a dedicated home for the two of them was a good step. The terrarium typically used for quarantine purposes but they had spares anyway.

Marco huffed, fussing with the blankets a little more before shoving him out of the room. It was kind of cute how protective Marco was being. It’d been a while since Thatch had gotten to see this side of his brother. Usually, the others on board were more than capable of protecting themselves. But given how fragile the little ‘marine’ was, Thatch couldn’t blame him. Poor kid was clearly overwhelmed.

Hopefully a good night’s rest will help with that. Even if it was… a bit deeper than normal.

[raph-x-reader-logs]

Last Updated: 16 July 2024

Fluff

Raph with S/O who has particular sleeping habits by @novasintheroom , 2POV, gn!reader, hc format

Spring Fever by @dontlookatmytmntcollection , 3POV, fem!reader , suggestive ending, Summary: Raph is upset you have to go into work.

Raphs Karma pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 by @tmntxreader-fics , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: You leave your best friend Raphael for school and return a few years later to a tank of a turtle. Will you be able to hide your feelings from him?

Bad Child by @tmntxreader-fics , 2POV, gn!reader, slight angst, Summary: Birds of a feather flock together. Who knew that being the dejected/temperamental sibling of the family would make you an unlikely ‘friend’?

Getting Stitched Up by @moxfirefly , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: You bandage Raph up after a fight.

First Kiss by @yorshie , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: Raph is a stubborn man. You can be stubborn too.

No Good, Very Bad Day by @pink-bandana-writes , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: You've been stressed and he wants to help you feel better.

A Nervous First Kiss by @captainofthedauntless , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: Raphael really wants to kiss you, but he's nervous about it.

Gym Buddies / pt2 / pt3 (NSFW) by @eveandtheturtles , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: You made the mistake of making New Years Resolutions with a friend and got ditched. Raph lets some things slip!

Tender Moments by @cowabungacafe , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: Raph thinks you're absolutely adorable.

Quiet Connection by @cowabungacafe , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: "Putting their foreheads together and just being content with each other's presence"

Homecoming Comfort by @cowabungacafe , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: "Those nights when they come home late and see you asleep on the couch and they come, pick you up and tuck you into bed with a kiss on your forehead"

If You Take My Pulse by @theawfuledges , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: It's not like he's avoiding you. When he see's you he nearly makes a fool of himself and he'd rather not deal with that..

Pining by @moxfirefly , 2POV, Suggestive, fem!reader, Summary: He wanted to eat you. Not in the full definition of the word, but the spirit of it.

Summer Loving by @zprites , 2POV, f!reader, Summary: “Well, that didn’t go as planned…”

Cuddle Time by @yorshie , 2POV, gn!reader, Summary: Raphael's first time cuddling with you.

Cramps by @eveandtheturtles , 2POV, f!reader, Summary: Raph helps you through you cramps.

NSFW

Hey, Beautiful by @avery73 , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night in his embrace really gets you going... He sees no problem with this.

That's Starting to Get Annoying by @moxfirefly , 2POV, fem!reader , Summary: Raph wants to spend time with you, but your phone keeps ringing.

They're Gonna Hear Us by @moxfirefly , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary:"They're gonna hear us." "Then I guess you better be quiet."

Raph Watches You From the Rooftop by @moxfirefly , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: "I can make you feel better than that pathetic toy"

Ya’ Can Repay Me In The Mornin' by @vintagereigns , 3POV, fem!reader, Summary: Raph helps you get nice and relaxed before bed.

Oh Shit.. by @moxfirefly , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: "I think the condom just broke.."

Begging by @raphsgrl , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: A short oneshot of some spicy time with Raph.

To Leave a Mark by @oozedninjas , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: "Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."“You’re mine”

Spotting by @faith-forgxtten-land , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: It's Valentine's Day and you want to try working out with Raph.

Differences by @moxfirefly , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: He loves how small you are compared to him.

By The Fire by @moxfirefly , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: A little warm, cozy loving with Raphie on a cold winter night.

The Naked Challenge by @theturtlelovers , 2POV, Suggestive, gn!reader, Summary: Raph decides to start things by giving you something nice to look at.

NSFW Alphabet by @dontlookatmytmntcollection , 2POV, fem!reader

Angst

Let's Trick or Treat! by @thejudiciousneurotic , 2POV, fem!reader, Angst with some Fluff, Summary: “I love you; I swear I do, but we're not wearing matching costumes”

Yellow Light by @justalotoffanfiction , 2POV, fem!reader, Angst with Fluff, Hurt and Comfort, Summary: Inspired by the song Inventor's Daughter by the Branches. Reader meets Raph for the first time and isn't scared away by him.

Be You by @moxfirefly , 2POV, fem!reader, Hurt and Comfort, Summary: Raph helps you through some doubts you have.

In My Memory by @eveandtheturtles , 2POV, fem!reader, Summary: There was an accident and love makes people hang on when they should let go.

[modelbus]

ghost, western, mayor

You’re my first Ghost request anon… I love you <3 I can’t see him as a mayor so he’s a cowboy! ‼️ 1000 followers event ‼️

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Gn!Reader

Western AU - Mayor

Sunrises were always your favorite. Most people tended to rise with the sun and their animals to get to work, but you liked to rise before that. Watching the sun come up, the town kick into motion, was like magic blossoming before your eyes.

Nobody was in the streets when you walked them, slipping out your window so your father wouldn’t catch you. The bars all closed up, shops locked tight to protect against bandits and thieves. Even the horses are quiet, dogs snoozing on porches. And because it’s so early, bugs are silent too.

It’s perfect. Away from prying eyes, because being the mayor’s kid meant forced respect and stiff conversations. Your father’s best friend being the sheriff certainly didn’t help you either. You’re practically forced to be the golden child, but not in these early hours. Not with nobody around.

Ambling down the dusty path, you hum to yourself while lost in your head. Some tune you heard a guy with a guitar strumming, silently wondering what it’ll take you to convince your father to get you one.

You blame that for the way you nearly get trampled by a horse, not hearing the hooves until they’re nearly on top of you.

”Fuck!” You exclaim, at the exact same time a deeper voice speaks.

“Woah!”

Reeling back, you crane your neck to stare up at the rider. Cowboy hat low on his head and a bandana over his mouth, you can barely see even a sliver of the bridge of his nose. But you can see his build. Broad shoulders, thick thighs, veiny hands. Appealing.

His horse whinnies, backing up and shaking its head. Only then does your gaze fall to the black horse, which clearly seems displeased. At you? Maybe, considering you were in its way.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” The cowboy drawls, and you think he’s talking to the horse until he adds on, “I’m tryin’ to get this one used to goin’ through towns. Haven’t exactly started people training yet.”

You look back at the horse, and yeah, that makes sense. The horse has that wild look to it, like it’s more used to open fields and cattle than civilization. Good for it, honestly. Probably a more enjoyable life.

“It’s alright.” You say after realizing you hadn’t responded. “It’s my fault for walking in the middle of your path, truly.”

Cowboy shakes his head. “It ain’t. Woulda moved for you, but I didn’t even see your small self.”

Small? Small? Was that some type of insult, because he was so huge himself? You straighten, shoulders shoving back automatically, ready to open your mouth and tell him off for the insult, but he laughs and all words die.

That laugh might be the best thing you’ve ever heard.

“Wasn’t an insult, sweetheart. Don’t get all feisty on me just yet, though I ain’t got a doubt you can get damn feisty.” He informs you smoothly, and you suddenly realize he’s flirting with you.

The last time you were flirted with, it was as a teen. A seedy boy with red hair and a perpetual sunburn, a one week thing that ended as soon as your father found out. He tended to kill off most of your dating prospects with a glare and his gun. Figuratively. His mayor title did it just as well.

But this man… you can’t help but smile at him.

“What’s your name?” You ask, watching as his horse—Riley, was it?—starts to gain courage to nudge your arm. Shame you don’t keep any horse treats on you.

“Friends call me Ghost.”

“Scary nickname.” You can’t help but comment. “Why Ghost?”

“I’m a scary man, baby.” His bandana crinkles, maybe in a smile. You smile back. He doesn’t seem so scary to you. The idea of his horse trampling you, sure. Him?

All he seems is alluring. Maybe that’s his danger.

Light starts to seep into the sky, making you glance around. People should start stirring soon, and the last thing you need is someone seeing you and talking to your father. And yet you can’t make yourself move.

“Somewhere to be?” He guesses. “Nice talkin’ to ya, sweetheart.”

“Wait!” You exclaim, probably startling the hell out of the horse and him. Oops. “I… do you live around here?”

His head tilts down, as if studying you. You can’t see his eyes because of the shadow of his cowboy hat, but you can feel them on you. Suddenly, you’re a bit embarrassed of the ragtag clothes you wear when sneaking out.

“Ranch, not too far.” Ghost confirms slowly.

You run a hand through your hair, tugging at the ends nervously. Now or never, right? “Could I visit you sometime?” Swallow. “I ruined your sunrise, after all.”

“Tomorrow mornin’.” He nods. “If you’re free, that is.”

“I am.” You’re quick to confirm. Perhaps too quick, judging by his quiet laugh.

“I’ll come get you.” Ghost pauses. “With a less temperamental horse.”

“I have a feeling all your horses are temperamental.” You tease. He snorts.

“Maybe, sweetheart.” He reaches down, hand on the saddle for balance, and tucks a piece of your hair into place for you. “For the record? This is the best sunrise I’ve had.”

Then he’s jerking the reigns, squeezing his heels into the horse and leaving you behind with the phantom feeling of his fingers brushing your skin.

Your father would hate this is he knew. The mayor’s kid should be with someone of status in his eyes, someone who owned shops and had coin.

But you were going to get yourself a cowboy.

[cherllyio]

When The Sky went Quiet - Lego Monkie Kid Fanfic

This is a short fanfic idea i got from @then-be-a-warrior post (here)

TW: Death, Blood and Angst

Wukong didn’t know how he got to the small noodle shop.

All he knew was that he was about to tell a father something a parent should never hear.

And worse, something Wukong was at fault for.

The golden monkey walked inside, and the smell of food and fresh vegetables hit him, yet he didnt seem notice it.

“Wukong, what’cha doing here?”

Wukong wanted to get swallowed up by the ground. How was he supposed to tell him this?

The pig asked again, a little annoyed now.

“Are you just gonna stand there? You’re blocking the costumers- “

Pigsy stopped speaking when he noticed it.

“Where’s…. Where’s MK?”

Wukong tightened his hand around the red bandana, very aware of the warm blood that it was drenched in. He wanted to throw up.

“Wukong, Where. Is. MK”, it wasn’t a question anymore.

The tears that were quickly forming in his eyes were trying to get out, but Wukong couldn’t allow that.

Yet, Pigsy immediately became aware of what Wukong was so desperately trying to hold back. Call It a parental instinct or the love from a parent to their child, but somehow, Pigsy right then and there knew.

The god watched as a despairing realization slowly took over the father, till everything came crashing down.

Everything after that was blur.

Distant yells at Wukong from the heartbroken father, The Scholar overhearing the conversation, who was now sitting quietly, while his glasses were getting foggy with tears. The Dragon Girl, who had come over to the restaurant, to ask why her friend hadn’t come to meet with her like he had promised, and her distant scream shortly after.

Their words seemed to muffle into each other. To create conversations that Wukong only heard from a distance.

“How could you let this HAPPEN?!”, The dragon girl roared.

“My boy… My son…. “The Father said through a croaking voice.

“No… no… no…” The blue sand demon whispered under a quiet breath.

The King’s world was once again destroyed… Destroyed by himself… and for the once left to suffer too.

why … Why…. WHY?!

“We can get him back though… right?”

Wukong finally snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. It was The Scholar, still clearly shaking, but his glasses were cleaner:

“Yo-You broke out of The Underworld and you… You…. You managed to rewrite destiny and not di-die…”

“S-So….” Tang took a deep breath before talking again: “MK can do that too… righ- right?”

The whole room was quiet now. A million pairs of eyes were now on The King. A million pairs of eyes who were so desperate after an answer. A simple confirmation that there was hope… Just a single grand of hope….

But Wukong couldn’t even give them that… Because truly… He didn’t even know if that sort of hope was possible anymore…

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Why is everything so cold? It’s the middle of June.

MK was really confused. He had just been outside, fighting some random demon with The Monkey King when…

Ugh… Why is my memory so foggy?

A cold wind blew around him, sending a chill down his spine.

MK slowly, but surely, opened his eyes to a world that looked very different from what, for MK, was just a few seconds ago.

The world around him was dark and empty. Like he had closed his eyes and could never open them again.

Like he was… dead?

…

Ha! Don’t be silly, MK, you’re not dead!

In an instant the room was lit up by an almost familiar blue light, with the help of a million small cold flames, revealing the true size of the room, if it even could be called that. It felt like its own little pocket dimension if anything.

The ceiling seemed to be non-existent, and he could barely make out the door. A door?

An Exit?

The thought hit him swiftly, before a husky and modulated voice echoed between the walls.

“Welcome”

MK screamed in surprise, while he desperately tried to locate the voice(voices?)

And far, far above him, on gigantic pillars, that MK somehow hadn’t noticed, 10 hooded figures were observing him.

A pure, cold fear ran through the monkey.

“Welcome, Harbinger of Chaos”

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I may or may not conitue this. Depends on if people want it

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 15

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @starry-eyed-wild-child

Mike sat on the couch, rolling up when he heard a knock at the door. It wasn't a knock at the front door, it was a knock at his door. He got up confused because he knew if it was Leff, he would have just barged in. Mike opened the door cautiously and was surprised to see Y/n standing there holding a case of beer and a plastic bag.

"Um...hey?" Mike looked at her confused.

"Can I come in?" Y/n asked. Mike pushed the door open wider allowing her to enter.

"If you're looking for Leff, he's in Jersey tonight." Mike said walking back over to the couch.

"I'm not looking for Leff. I'm here for you. I wanted to apologize for being a bitch the other day." Mike looked at her surprised.

"You didn't deserve that and I'm sorry I made you feel stupid." Y/n said sincerely. Mike nodded his head.

"I guess my assumption of you suffocating me with that plastic bag and then drinking beer over my corpse is out of the window." His joke made her snort.

"I'll have you know I brought food in case you hadn't eaten. I know Leff is out of town-"

"Ah so you're here because you think I can't take care of myself and it just so happens Leff isn't here to bitch about you hanging out with me." Mike crossed his arms over his chest and Y/n shoved him.

"Shut up, you know that's not it. I wanted to see you." Mike smiled at her.

"You keep talking like that, I'm gonna start thinking you actually like me." Mike lit his joint and Y/n sat down next to him.

"I do like you. I just..." Mike watched her struggle for a moment before holding out the joint to her.

"You aren't like most guys I like...you're almost too nice? I mean it's not a bad thing, I just don't know how to go about this with you." She took a drag from the joint and handed it back.

"Go about what with me?" He chuckles taking a hit but Y/n realizes he is completely clueless. She leans towards him, putting her hand on his neck and seeing how caught off guard he is. She leans in and kisses him, tasting the weed on his lips as she let's her tongue run across his mouth. When Mike pulls away to catch his breath, Y/n looks at him trying to read his expression.

"Do...you kiss all your co-workers?" Mike cleared his throat.

"Is that what you want? To just be co-workers? I mean I know I was a bitch and Leff is...a dick but if you aren't comfortable with fooling around-" Mike grabs the back of her head and slams his mouth against hers, cutting her off before she could say anything else absurd.

Y/n put her hand on Mike's chest pushing him back onto the couch and throwing her leg over his lap. She felt Mike's hands go to her jeans and she stopped him.

"No no...I think I owe you one." Y/n smirked and Mike shook his head.

"You don't owe me-"

"Mike shut up and let me get you off." Y/n said sitting back on his lap and staring at him.

"You're in charge." Mike put his hands up and Y/n bit her lip as she stared at him.

"You're right...I am." She got up from his lap and walked over to the chair that sat at the desk and placed it in the middle of the floor. She held her hand out to him and he took it, letting her pull him to his feet and kiss her once more, feeling her hands burn across his skin as she ran them under his black shirt.

"Are you going to be a good boy and do as I say?" Y/n started to undo his belt, sitting him down in the chair so he could look up at her.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do baby." Mike's breathing was heavy as she used her knee to nudge his growing cock in his jeans.

"Good boy." Y/n took the bandana that Mike kept tied around his wrist and used it to tie his hands behind the chair. He didn't even think to question her until she got down on her knees in front of him and started pulling at his jeans so he would lift his hips.

"Wh-what are you doing? You aren't going to tie me up and leave me here are you?" Mike asked nervously and Y/n laughed.

"That's not the plan. The plan actually..." Y/n pulled Mike from his boxers and started stroking up and down his thighs.

"I was going to tease the hell out of you until you're ready to cum and if you're a good boy..." Y/n spit on his cock letting her bottom lip graze the tip.

"I'll let you cum wherever you want." Y/n kissed the tip of his cock and he whimpered.

"Oh fuck yes." Mike let his head fall back to stare at the ceiling as she slowly stroked his cock.

"Is that where you made that video for me? On your new couch? Stroking your cock and thinking of me." Y/n kept a slow pace as Mike continued to moan at the sensation.

"Y-yeah yes. Fuck...all I could think about was you riding my cock." Mike admitted. Y/n sped her fist up on his cock. The whimpers and groans came out louder.

"You know what was so fucking hot about your video?" Y/n asked slowing her hand down, seeing Mike's balls twitch at the sudden halt of pressure.

"Listening to you panting and moaning as you jerked your cock. All I could think about was jerking your cock and pulling those delicious noises out of that pretty mouth." Mike looked at her through his hair and she could feel him humping up into her grip.

"That's not being a good boy. This is your only warning." Y/n took her hands off of him and he stopped moving his hips, giving her a quick nod of understanding. Once she resumed stroking him, he licked his lips.

"You drive me so fucking crazy Y/n. Everything about you...I've been jerking off every night thinking about you. I've never wanted someone as bad as I want you." Mike confessed. Y/n sped up her hand and Mike's moans started growing louder once more.

"Keep talking..." Y/n moved her hands away from his cock and pulled her shirt over her head. She had a purple lace bra on that pushed her tits up so perfectly that Mike couldn't help but stare at her as she pumped his cock, just watching them bounce.

"I want to fuck you on the pool table in your bar. I want you to suck my cock in the car while we're doing drop offs. I want to you to sit on my face and ride me until you're crying." Mike's chest was moving so rapidly, Y/n knew he was getting close.

"I-I want to titty fuck you and bust a nut on those beautiful fucking tits." Mike whined.

"I'm gonna cum! Please Y/n let me cum!" Mike begged.

"Where do you want to cum baby?" Y/n asked and he swallowed.

"Your tits! Fuck I want to cum all over your tits!" Y/n pulled the tie from his wrists and let him get to his feet as he stood in front of her and started jerking himself off while she held her tits together.

"Oh FUCK! FUCK! Y/N!" Mike moaned her name as he spilled sticky, white cum all over her tits for a good 10 seconds. Mike milked himself dry until he let one of his hands rest on her shoulder to steady himself. He fell back into the chair and Y/n cooed at him, rubbing his shin with one hand and collecting his cum with the other.

"Don't you dare put that in your mouth...my dick might actually explode." Mike warned making Y/n laugh.

"Not even a taste?" She asked sweetly but Mike leaned forward for another kiss. This one wasn't of desperation or lust. This one was soft and sweet, like Mike. Behind his bravado, Y/n knew how gentle he was. She knew she shouldn't be so attracted to him but it was his kindness that attracted her to him. He reached over and grabbed her a washcloth to wipe her chest off and she smiled at him.

"Such a gentlemen." She teased but he blushed.

"You have...the most incredible tits." He said with a laugh.

"Thanks, I grew em myself." She smiled.

"So...what do we do now?" Mike asked a little nervous. He didn't want her to leave and he didn't want to make things weird by asking her to stay. Y/n could tell he was nervous so she used his knee to get up from the floor and sighed.

"I say we finish that joint and eat some of that food I brought until the feeling in my knees returns." Mike laughed seeing her rub her knees through her jeans.

"I like the sound of that."

[ill-say-anything-i-hafta]

I went to see a local middle school production of Newsies Jr. and it was super cute and here are my...

SHOW NOTES

The production started with the choir singing "Home on the Range" a capella. 💯

It was very fun and moving to see child characters played by real kids. Jack was a little scrappy guy (David, Crutchie and Katherine were all taller). Racetrack had very pink cheeks. Albert was wearing an enormously oversized vest and shirt with rolled up pants. Pigtails was the dirtiest newsie. Buttons had the most emphatic New York accent.

David and Les showed up to sell in matching argyle sweater vests.

Pulitzer who was the only character not played by a middle schooler for some reason (he looked like a weird high schooler least or maybe he was in his 20s). He was a head taller than Hanna, Seitz and Bunsen, who were a comedy trio behind him, constantly cowering but then egging each other on.

Crutchie was so excited to teach Les to sell and looked on with pride as Les scammed that lady.

The kid playing Snyder was doing some kind of strangled, raspy villain voice that was hilarious and scary by turns.

At Medda's, David introduced himself as "Davey" and then looked so annoyed at himself.

Morris kept trying to give various newsies papes, even after they said they were striking.

Racetrack went around kicking the bundles of papes off the stage. He was absolutely that kid who always slides on his belly to the front of the pic, cheesing.

Katherine was a big girl with glasses and know-it-all energy and she had objectively the best voice. She killed Watch What Happens!

In the fight, Crutchie got knocked to the ground while three uniformed cops plus Snyder crowded around, kicking him. People in the audience were audibly upset. ACAB!

Jack picked up Crutchie's abandoned crutch with the strike banner still attached and he had it on the fire escape during Santa Fe. He sang the line "dumb crip's just too damn slow." This was the only time anyone said the c-slur in the whole play. He was so sad and he got angrier and angrier as he sang but that last note was beautiful.

They played "Money Money Money" by ABBA during the intermission, and I ran into Seitz in the ladies restroom. She was about 4'11" tall and asked me if I was enjoying the show. Of course!

Crutchie tried to get to his feet during his song, but he couldn't do it.

Bunsen made a big deal about concealing Katherine with his body and then dramatically revealing her.

In his office, Pulitzer said to Jack, "I'll see to it your pockets are filled with enough cash to take you to ... where was it again?" And then both Delancey brothers, who had gnarly bruises in their faces from the fight, sang out "Santa Feeeee!"

The Brooklyn newsies all had red bandanas.

After they made up after the rally, David initiated a spit shake with Jack, but Jack really horked up a loogie and David super regretted it.

David got right in Pulitzer's face to tell him circulation was down and Pultizer got mad and shoved him backward and David just grinned.

Crutchie and Jack hugged and then hugged again.

Pulitzer got booed during the bows!

The crew was mostly very queer high school students.

Some of this stuff might be in the Newsies Jr. script and not unique to this production, but it was all delightful.

[ask-a-whole-galacii]

The Truce | Tint

“Hey, do you think those two are finally paying child support?”

Character BIO:

Name: The Truce | Tint

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Assumed to be in his middle adolescence. ( 14 - 17 ).

Height: 4’0

Small Synopsis:

A child made from a truce between Ink and Error, only to be forgotten soon later… however he was taken in by the Swap that Error was keeping captive in their anti-void. The truce was renamed to ‘Tint’ by the Swap.

Years passed and eventually that Swap became Blueberror… He couldn’t function the same, but before he became someone else he bestowed his own bandana to Tint, a reminder that they’d always be with them.

Now an orphan again he now just traverses AU's trying to help others like his dad would've wanted.

[paperback-rascal]

SLEEPER: “commander Mercy is pretty pissed...”

REX: “I’m... sorry?”

40: “It’s his own fault! He is just searching for his heavy-duty face masks, he put away SOMEWHERE.”

501st got a mission to extract an informant. After securing the holding cell, it turned out they are frozen in carbonite. Thinking nothing of it, as 501st used carbon freezing as a mean to get past security scans, Anakin ordered to unfreeze them. However, within few hours, the individual’s health deteriorated fast. Kix believed it’s due to the carbon sickness.

After few days, the informant died.

Meanwhile few clones starts to feel unwell with cold-like symptoms. 501st medics dismissed it, blaming it on the weather conditions of planet they are currently stationed. However it wouldn’t hurt to ask for a second opinion. 501st medical send out a message that if anyone could aid them with the issues they would gladly accept the help.

The “distress” call was picked up by 347th which, at the time, was en-route for Coruscant, coming back from a relief mission, but they agreed to aid 501st (which would later turn south, because coming BACK from a mission means, their resources were depleted).

On site, the morale was very high - Regiment’s medics brought a friendly banter to the sneezing Legion - Light-hearted jokes on 501st expense... because what kind of wuss make such a big deal out of a simple cold?

Per usual, Blood Loss, as paranoid as he was, checked all the medical data of last few days and stumbles upon the report about the dead informant. He immediately goes into the panic mode (he is skeptical about the cause of death being carbon sickness), warns 40 about the unaccounted death. 40 hits the medical with the question why they weren’t informed about it. Coric nonchalantly explains why 501st medical team didn’t think it was something worth noting to 347th.

40 decided to bring that matter to his commander, Mercy, who proceed with putting both GAR units to a quarantine “just in case”, Anakin is fussy about the decision, but all in all medics outranked everyone.

No GAR unit had ever seen 347th working in “full scale lock-down mode” - with them wearing sealed suits with oxygen tanks, Mercy with an actual face mask (instead of his usual bandana), medics were running (rapid) testing and checking medical records, but also trying to mitigate panic levels - especially since it was an open secret that 501st can get unpredictable and crafty when least expected.

It turned out Rex was one of few people in high-risk group of contracting the aforementioned disease, due to the lingering effects of Blue Shadow Virus which resulted in weakened immune system. But also, because of decreased lung capacity after he was shot in the chest earlier in the war (and crudely healed with bacta patches in a filthy barn in the middle of nowhere).

Anakin was in the high-risk group as well, due to him having lowered immune system as he was born and raised on Tattooine - at the time he was not exposed to many illnesses common to children of Coruscant. On top of being a slave (thus poor nutrition and no vaccination as a child). Not to mention he was electrocuted more times than once which was an issue in and of itself.

Lock-down procedures required Rex and Anakin to be moved to isolation wards... as a precaution.

Then sneezing, turn to coughs which intensified with time, turned violent and... rusty.

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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: September 23, 2024

Reworked Character #5: Trevor Spacey

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to child abuse, neglect, suicide, death, crime, and drug addiction.

Real name: Yeong-Gi Kwak

Alias: Chill Blade of Security

Occupation: Sergeant of the P.F. Squad

Retirement plans: Become a security programmer

Special skills: Proficiency in security programming and computer hacking, repurposing stolen enemy technology, psychological manipulation, taekwondo, and knifemanship

Hobbies: Helping Marco with technological issues and computer programming, doing graffiti on abandoned buildings, creating anti-virus programs, hacking into people’s accounts to see what they’re up to, and playing darts and video games

Likes: Marco’s heroism and superior computer skills, tinkering with security software while listening to music that has grabbed his attention, the nunchucks that once belonged to a former friend named Haneul, his two combat knives, and Nadia (his best friend)

Dislikes: Being called “Trevor Spicy” and “old” due to the frequent misspelling of his last name and his bleached hair, laughing so much to the point he’s coughing and wheezing, people making fun of his graffiti art, faulty security software, and boredom

Favourite food: Samgyeopsal

Favourite drink: Slushies

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Male

Age: 13 (in 2022), 19 (in 2028), 21 (in 2030), 23 (in 2032), 25 (in 2034), 32 (in 2041), 34 (in 2043), 35 (in 2044), and 38 (in 2047)

Blood type: AB-

Weight: 148 lbs. (67 kg)

Design: He's a 5' 9" (175.26 cm) Korean ectomorph with a lanky build, a weak musculature, sloping shoulders, warm ivory skin, dark brown eyes, nails painted a silver-grey, and a black mole beneath the left corner of his lip. He has a jet-black undercut hairstyle, featuring icy blonde hair on top with nearly middle-parted bangs that fall over his left eye, covering it partially. On his back, he has a large tattoo depicting a fiery Jindo dog chasing a golden pheasant in orbit around the moon. His lower right leg was amputated due to gangrene caused by the use of the opioid Krokodil, and has since been replaced with a bronze-hued prosthetic. He bears several scars: a curved scar on his left cheek; an X-shaped pair on his chest; a jagged stab wound on the top of his right hand; a long scar running down the length of his left upper arm; and a series of parallel scars on his right forearm.

Trevor's military gear consists of a metal dog tag necklace with his name, a scarlet bandana worn around his neck, bronze-plated goggles with orange-tinted lenses, and glaucous fingerless gloves. He wears a ruddy blue sweater with two deep pockets, cerulean wool lining, a bronze zipper, silver-striped cuffs, and an embroidered logo of the P.F. Squad on the back, which he occasionally ties around his waist. He wears baggy Cambridge blue army cargo pants, tucked into his Russian violet paratrooper boots, which have hidden knives and are held up by a glaucous belt. He also wears a sleeveless reddish-black shirt with a mock neck and a bust mesh panel, sheathes for his two combat knives, and a gun holster for his handgun.

He carries around a bag of THC-infused red box gummies, flavoured like raspberry, a gift from Ralf after their victorious battle against the Invaders, symbolising their newfound friendship. The pockets of Trevor's sweater carry a gourd-shaped jade charm necklace believed to capture fortune and health, and a photograph of him and Nadia. He also carries around a metallic pink-purple lighter and a plastic bag that contains six weed joints. A claw hammer is concealed in the right pocket of his cargo pants, while the left pocket is occupied by a sound-cancelling, bluetooth headset and his black cellphone with a metallic blue case.

Over his shirt, he wears a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries his walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. A black bandolier is wrapped above his belt, holding onto the ammunition for his handgun. He carries a Cambridge blue load-bearing backpack containing camping equipment, tactical explosives, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, seven cans of spray paint in different colours, a wide range of hacking tools such as the Flipper Zero and O.MG cables, and nunchucks. He has a collection of piercings, including: sapphire wire hook earrings; black industrial piercings; dark blue tragus piercings; a shiny silver barbell nose bridge piercing; a bold black horizontal eyebrow piercing on his left side; a metallic purple frog eyes tongue piercing; and a dainty gold hoop vertical labret piercing.

Personality: He's a stoic existentialist who focuses on what he can control, accepts what lies beyond his grasp, and believes in the power of individual free will to shape the course of one's life. He's a highly intelligent, cunning, and resourceful man who’s confident in his knife skills and computer knowledge, but can come across as overconfident at times. Despite Trevor’s easy-going demeanour and calm smile, he’s watchful, and his jovial nature often serves as a facade to conceal his underlying anxiety. He's easily amazed and intrigued by the wonders of nature, unexpected revelations, explosions, and impressive feats performed by his friends and comrades such as effortlessly hacking into an entire military mainframe. When discussing his interests or sharing fascinating experiences, he becomes quite talkative.

Trevor is an ambivert capable of being ruthless, intensely serious, and unsettling when the situation demands it. He's a skilled manipulator, able to turn enemies into allies in desperate situations by exploiting their morals and convincing them they're in the wrong. When manipulating others, he also instills fear through physical and psychological torment, such as breaking their fingers with a hammer or threatening to kill a loved one in front of them. However, he's unexpectedly stubborn when it comes to protecting those he cares about and the lives of innocent people. He holds immense respect for Marco, whom he regards as a role model for excellence in computer science, and enjoys assisting him with investigations and tech projects. He enjoys tagging along with Tarma, Marco, Eri, and Ralf because he regards them as role models, skilled fighters, and experts in their respective fields of expertise.

He has a playful and mischievous streak, evident in his habit of licking his combat knives and taunting those he considers “morally weak” and “blindly stupid”. Unlike most people, he's willing to forgive his enemies when he realises they're suffering and have an opportunity to redeem themselves. Trevor is surprisingly internet savvy and enjoys using internet slang in both his online and offline conversations with most of his friends, often finding humour in it. Whenever someone he admires, like Marco, calls him "old”, he feels a pang of emptiness inside and becomes noticeably melancholic. On the other hand, when people jokingly refer to him as "Trevor Spicy”, he seems unimpressed, responding with either the silent treatment or a blunt "bug off" accompanied by a deadpan expression. However, he's perplexed by his popularity among women, who admire his physique and exceptional computer skills.

He occasionally participates in Nadia's antics, adding a touch of dramatic flair to them, but will draw the line when her schemes exceed his comfort zone. He’s often disappointed and shocked by Nadia's actions and words, frequently expressing his distaste and uncertainty. When he's extremely bored, he becomes lethargic and sleepy, making it challenging for him to muster interest in anything until the feeling passes. Trevor cherishes Nadia's friendship, admiring her confidence, optimism, understated intelligence, and playful humour, which helps him unwind and find gratitude in his life. He's driven to protect and understand Nadia, fearing that losing her would leave her confused and hurt. Nadia's charm has captivated him, but he's uncertain whether his feelings are rooted in platonic affection or romance as he's still grappling with the complexities of true love.

He holds an extreme disdain for illegal substances and champions the responsible and lawful use of substances. If he notices that one of his friends or comrades is struggling with a drug addiction, he'll go out of his way to provide them with comfort and try to help them break away from that addiction. Due to his upbringing, he struggles with golden child syndrome, but he has made significant progress in overcoming its challenges, thanks in large part to the support of friends like Fio. He's struggling to come to terms with the loss of Haneul, his first true friend, who not only taught him essential survival skills but also introduced him to the world of graffiti art and fostered his passion for security programming and hacking. He's extremely allergic to felines, so he regards domestic cats as “diabolical little buggers” and makes every effort to avoid them. He hates how Perifa often likes to bug him for cuddles and how Marco is a "cat magnet", which attracts cats that exacerbate his allergies.

Backstory: Yeong-Gi Kwak was born on June 25, 2009 in Seogwipo, Jeju Island, South Korea. He is the eldest of four siblings: his twin sister, Eun-Gyeong; his younger brother, Il-Seong; and his youngest brother, Seok-Jin. His father is a businessman who owns a computer software company, and his mother is a medical engineer. His parents, who were workaholics, put a lot of pressure on him and his siblings to be high achievers, believing that more effort and hard work would lead to a successful career. However, they were quick to forgive the faults of Yeong-Gi and Eun-Gyeong, allowing them to get away with more than their two younger brothers. As the oldest children in the family, his parents put a lot of pressure on him and his twin sister to set a good example and be proper role models for their two younger brothers.

This parenting style fed into Yeong-Gi's and Eun-Gyeong's need to consistently achieve, satisfying their perfectionistic and people-pleasing tendencies. Nevertheless, it also stirred an inflated sense of self in both, with Eun-Gyeong exhibiting signs of narcissistic personality disorder and Yeong-Gi experiencing a great deal of guilt on behalf of his two younger brothers. In contrast, Il-Seong was often scapegoated, frequently blamed for things he didn't do and severely punished by his parents, who would often lock him in the basement for hours. Meanwhile, Seok-Jin was neglected, retreating from his dysfunctional family by spending time alone in his room drawing or going to the park to play by himself. Yeong-Gi made a concerted effort to support Il-Seong and Seok-Jin, which undoubtedly brought some comfort and solace into their lives.

At the age of 3, Yeong-Gi received his first computer from his parents as a gift of appreciation. By the time he turned 7 years old, he had already developed a comprehensive understanding of binary codes and computer languages. During his summer breaks from school, he spent most of his time creating anti-virus programs, which often served as his homework assignments.

However, his dedication to his work left him with little time to spend with his two younger brothers, Il-Seong and Seok-Jin; however, he did manage to sneak in some time to read books on psychology, listen to K-pop, and play video games with Eun-Gyeong. His parents heavily encouraged his efforts, as he strove to make a positive impact on his school. Ultimately, his hard work paid off, as the school he formerly attended continued to utilise his sophisticated anti-virus programs to combat growing threats from the Internet.

By the time he enrolled in secondary school, his twin sister, Eun-Gyeong, mysteriously vanished. She was last seen with her friends near a shopping mall. Although their relationship was complicated due to her narcissistic tendencies and disrespect towards their younger brothers, Yeong-Gi still cared deeply for her. He had often tried to help her, teaching her the value of humility and assisting her with homework she struggled to understand. He was utterly devastated when his parents announced her disappearance, and it made headlines in the news. A part of him felt lost that day, and the family's desperate search efforts ultimately proved futile. Despite their best efforts, Eun-Gyeong was never found by the authorities and remains missing to this day.

Despite the tragic disappearance of his sister, Yeong-Gi continued to excel in all his classes, but the pressure on him to become successful and be a role model intensified. As he finished grade 10 and summer break began, tragedy struck again when Il-Seong took his own life, sending Yeong-Gi spiralling into an identity crisis. He ran away from home and sought solace with Feodosiy, a Russian transfer student he had befriended in grade 9.

Feodosiy introduced him to his street gang and offered him his first dose of the opioid Krokodil, which Yeong-Gi accepted without hesitation. He became a delinquent, rebelling against his parents and their mistreatment of him and his siblings, but at the cost of becoming addicted to Krokodil. He bleached his hair an icy blonde, adopted the alias Trevor Spacey, and got a tattoo from Feodosiy's right-hand man, Haneul.

For three months, he lived with Feodosiy and his street gang, surviving by stealing essentials and inhabiting a rundown apartment. During this time, he engaged in various criminal activities, including theft, mugging, drug dealing, extortion, and arson. With Haneul's guidance, he honed his knifemanship skills and mastered the art of taekwondo. However, his Krokodil addiction spiralled out of control, leading to a near-fatal overdose, which led to the subsequent amputation of his lower right leg. This traumatic experience forever deterred him from using street drugs.

After being discharged from the hospital with Feodosiy's gang members' help, he returned to a life of crime, although at a reduced level, as he adjusted to his prosthetic leg. He eventually abandoned his delinquency after accidentally killing a junkie behind a restaurant. Haunted by the incident, he remembered gazing at his reflection in a seedy restaurant's mirror, realising he had gone too far. The deep-seated fear of arrest drove him to the brink of madness, and he decided to eliminate Feodosiy, who had dragged him into crime.

After orchestrating the demise of Feodosiy and his cohorts, he scrubbed himself clean in the bathroom of the rundown apartment where Feodosiy had been staying. He then returned home, where his parents, relieved to see him, sensed the guilt and shame etched on his face for mistreating their children. Seok-Jin was also relieved to see him come home, fearing that he would never return. He confessed to them about his experiences, but kept his murders and certain crimes a secret.

He returned to high school, completing his remaining years successfully, embracing his new identity. Upon coming home from his graduation ceremony, he noticed a flyer seeking recruits for the Regular Army. He expressed interest to his parents, who were initially hesitant but eventually agreed with Seok-Jin's support. Leveraging his expertise in psychological manipulation, knifemanship, and computer languages, he joined as a military scout in the Regular Army.

After enlisting, he befriended Nadia, a scientist and soldier for the Amadeus Syndicate, and thwarted a computer virus that Marco had inadvertently released. After being off street drugs for a long time, he discovered marijuana was legal in Canada and decided to try it. This led to him developing a mild marijuana habit, which helped calm his nerves and cope with past trauma. During a mission to counter a cyber attack on European governmental forces, he earned Marco's respect due to his exceptional computer skills in hacking and security programming. As a result, he was invited to join the prestigious Peregrine Falcons Squad, where he rose to the rank of Sergeant.

[bunnimy]

little things from my MYS AU

calling this *ALMOST*-nobody-meets-until-post-college AU "My New Neighbors" since I'm terrible with coming up at titles. i don't know how much i'll be adding under the cut (the idea is only like two days old lol) but I'll add a read-more bar anyway

Aphmau still knows Katelyn and KC from the start (when they all met each other idk yet tho). They all choose to move in together now that they've graduated from college

Aph and Katelyn went to the same college while KC went to it's sister college, which specialized more in magicks. There she met Michi and June (yes, minigame-exclusive June, i like her design okay) at a mefi'wa sorority

Garroth is shy like his Side Stories persona and met Laurance in college, they were roommates their entire time there. When they met, Garroth was a complete recluse and it took a lot of effort on Laurance's part to get him to go out more often. Post-college they both live together while they try to get their careers afloat

Laurance works as a barista and a part-time bartender, using his flirtatious charms to get better tips (works very well) and settle down angry customers (does NOT work very well)

Ultima stuff isn't canon anymore, but Aaron uses a bandana to hide his face initially because he's actually an ex-child actor that came out in a god-awful controversial cereal commercial that his father's entertainment company produced, which has caused him trouble to this very day

Aaron works as a security guard

KC is a complete girlfailure and Travis is a suave but hopeless loser. The two of them have really poor love lives

Dante and Nicole are dating, they met at the martial arts dojo she teaches at and he fell for her after she flipped him upside down during a demonstration to the class

Lucinda runs an etsy-like potion shop, no refunds or returns

Michi runs an etsy-like shop where she sells curses, hexes, and spells

Vylad travels all the time and only really talks to his mom and Garroth

Zane is a trust fund baby magic artifact scholar that jumps from job to job after discovering that his degree turned out to be useless. He's a compulsive blackmailer is the only member of the HOA in the neighborhood

Garroth has been estranged from his dad family for the past 2 years due to taking off with his trust fund money after college instead of taking over the family business like he was supposed to. His dad is still trying to track him down

Zane frequently blackmails Garroth

Sasha is more gloomy and goth, has been fired from several potion shops due to her poor potion making skills. It's not that she can't make potions that work, she just can't ever seem to make them work the way she intended them to (she always ends up substituting ingredients)

Zoey moves into the neighborhood sometime after Aphmau does (because it'd be cool to add her to mystreet :D)

Cadenza lives in the bigger city and is a successful seamstress and works for a high-end fashion company

Katelyn is more cold and awkward like her earlier personality, but she still doesn't take crap from nobody

Dante knows Garroth and Laurance through Nicole, who knows them since she used to be friends with Garroth when they were kids (although they only met again very recently)

KC, Michi, and June all like to make dolls and modify dolls. KC specializes in ball-jointed dolls, Michi in plastic/fashion dolls, and June in plushies

Aph, Katelyn, KC, Garroth, Laurance, Dante, Nicole, Aaron, Zane, and Zoey all live in the same neighborhood

Lucinda, Travis, Michi, June, all live elsewhere. Michi and June share an apartment, but June mostly stays with her parents while Michi has free reign of the space

Gene, Sasha, and Zenix live together in a crummy apartment center not too far from the neighborhood

KC will still be named Nana, but to keep the idea of her fake name she'll initially go by either her middle name or just doesn't name herself after a in-universe popular manga character bc how would she have not been bullied relentlessly for that. Like imagine if Garroth changed his name to Naruto

and that's about all the ideas I have for now, im hoping to figure more things out as I go :O

[kekaki-cupcakes]

I dare you - Leo V x gn child of Nike/Reader

part two

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“Stop staring at that Nike kid,” Harley hissed, and Leo winced when he was elbowed in the stomach by the younger boy.                                                                                                       He drew his attention away from where said Nike kid was talking to Drew at the fire burning in the middle of the pavilion. They each scraped a bit of their dinner into the fire, which burned a bit brighter, and split, going to their own table as they laughed at each other over their shoulders. 

Jake slurped up a spoonful of chocolate flavored cereal, and grinned at Leo like he knew something Leo didn’t. “Is that the one you pissed off?” 

“Leo’s totally into them, you could see him drooling a mile away,” Nyssa muttered, taking a slice of cheese and some of the sourdough on the plate in front of them, making a sandwich out of it. 

He felt his heartbeat skip when the very subject of their conversation looked over at him, a hair tie in their mouth as they plaited Holly’s hair into twin braids. They did that upward nod thing that the cool kids seemed to communicate in. Leo just tried to hold back his blush, and ate a strawberry. 

“He’s obsessed.”

Leo looked up from the marble table he had been training his eyes on and wrinkled his nose at her, popping another strawberry in his mouth. He turned back to the conversation once again with narrowed eyes, hoping the red of his cheeks would fade before his apparently observant half sibling noticed. “Nuh uh!”

“Uh yeah,” She scoffed, like it was obvious, “you like their nose ring.”

“It’s an eyebrow piercing, actually.” Leo sulked.

Nyssa pushed her orange bandana back out of her face, the one that held back the dark curls all children of Hephestus seemed to have. “Gotcha.”

“What about Nyssa’s thing for-” Jake started, but stopped talking quickly, his face paling as Nyssa grabbed his wrist, scarred fingers digging into the cast dotted with stickers and signatures on his arm. 

Her lip curled, and Harley sunk down in his seat. “I will nail your ears to this table if you finish that sentence.”

Leo stole another glance behind him as his attention shifted from his bickering sibling, and once again made eye contact. Shit. Instead of crawling under the table like he wanted to, he just ate a strawberry and tried for a casual smile. 

Their eyes narrowed at him, and then they plucked a strawberry from Laurel's plate, who now also had a plait, and shoved it in their mouth. Before Leo knew what was happening or how exactly it had happened, they were both racing to find the most of the sweet red berries and see how many they could fit in their mouth, from opposite sides of the pavilion. 

Once he had six in his mouth, he could feel his jaw straining. There was nothing he could do about it now though, so he just squished another in and hoped that would be the end of it. 

Then Jake turned to the Nike table, following his gaze, only to see what was happening. He rolled his eyes with a smirk. “You know, people’ll think what you're doing is a metaphor for something else.”

Nyssa rolled her eyes. “That’s not what a metaphor means.”

Leo choked at that, spraying soggy strawberries and pieces of leaf he probably should’ve cut off the berries onto Nyssa. She brushed a splattered strawberry off her shoulder. “I think you lost.”

He whipped back around, wiping seeds off his chin to see that stupidly hot smirk again. Holly and Laurel cheering on the other side of the table. Leo stuck his tongue out at the trio.

“You did that on purpose,” he hissed to Jake, who just shrugged innocently.

Harley took one of the last strawberries left on the plate, “what was it a metaphor for that’s not a metaphor?”

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Drew unscrewed the lid on her bottle of clear lipgloss and swiped it across her bottom lip, raising an eyebrow. “So like, why do we have a crush on him?”

You sighed, shoving your hands in the pockets of your black tracksuit pants and followed the daughter of Aphrodite out of the pavilion and across the green grass that was becoming harder to see as the sun set. 

“This is not a ‘we’ situation, okay? And no one ever said I had a crush on him, he’s just kinda cute and literally useless in a fight and likes strawberries.”

“Sounds like you type,” Drew shot back with a shiny smirk, to which you shoved her shoulder lightly, not wanting to get the strawberry juice still staining your palms on her white hoodie. “And it is a ‘we’ situation, you don’t drool like that over boys very often. He needs my approval.” 

“As if.”

Drew stepped over one of the logs around the campfire. “Maybe I should find my old shotgun.” 

“Please don’t, you’re really being unnecessarily dramatic about this, Drew.” You grumble, not liking the direction this conversation was going in. It wasn’t your fault Leo had these tiny freckles on his cheeks that you couldn’t see until you were holding a spear to his chest. 

“I’m being just the right amount of dramatic about this actually, my baby’s finally getting a boyfriend!” Drew smirked back at you, with exaggerated jazz hands. Then she narrowed her dark eyes. “I’m choosing your outfit at the wedding though, I don't trust your taste.”

“We aren’t getting married, we’re just fighting to the death in Bunker 9 tomorrow.” You muttered back, fiddling with the bracelets lining your wrists. 

“Oh, sorry, was there supposed to be a difference there?”

“Shut up.”

Drew grinned over her shoulder as she stopped outside the Aphrodite cabin. “I’m making you two friendship bracelets!”

[rorywritesjunk]

(Day 29, Treasure Hunt. Sunny and Buggy and their kids.)

It was just to keep them busy for an hour while Sunny and Buggy had some alone time. Mohji, Cabaji, and Alvida were to keep the three kiddos distracted with a faux treasure hunt Buggy made for them since it was his and Sunny's anniversary.

"Are you excited?" Sunny asked Cloud as she fixed his bandana, one she made to match Buggy's. The six year old frowned, glancing up at his mom as he considered his answer.

"No."

"No?" She chuckled as she kissed him on the forehead. "Do you mean yes?"

"Hm... Yes." He nodded. "We're gonna find treasure!"

"You are! And I bet it will be the best treasure ever!" She agreed as she put his hat on next. Gold and Silver were finishing up their makeup, ready to tackle the quest. Thankfully they didn't seem to think they were too old for something like this. Cloud bounced over to Buggy next, insisting that Daddy needed to do his makeup for him.

Once the kids were ready, Buggy gave them each a different map he mocked up of the ship, giving different locations for them to go to. It should give him and Sunny at least an hour, that's all they wanted as they were in the middle of the sea and nowhere near land. It had been successful when he did this in past years for the older two while Alvida would watch Cloud (he liked her the best of the crew).

"You have exactly one hour to find the treasure, you little monsters." Buggy instructed as he worked on Cloud's makeup. It was a little difficult because the boy wouldn't stop smiling up at his dad. "If you have to take the full hour."

"Why?" Silver asked as she looked at the map. "Why does it have to take a whole hour?"

Buggy paused, slowly turning to his wife for an answer. Sunny just shrugged and he sighed. "Otherwise... You might not find the treasure. You have to follow the map exactly, down to the amount of paces between marks, got it?"

"Can you help me find it?" Cloud asked Buggy as his dad finished up his makeup.

"No."

Sunny covered her mouth as she snorted. Buggy immediately regretted that because the second the words left his mouth, Cloud's eyes filled up with tears as he clutched his copy of the map.

"W-Wait, Cloud-" He was drowned out over his son's crying, the little boy just wanting his dad to help him find the treasure. His older siblings at least tried to offer help to the youngest, but Cloud insisted he wanted Buggy's help.

"I think you should help him, Buggy." Sunny said as Buggy picked his son up, looking at his wife in defeat. She walked over to them, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket to wipe Cloud's tears away. He sniffled, leaning into Buggy as he popped his thumb into his mouth. "Gotta treasure these memories, y'know."

Buggy closed his eyes and counted to three. He wanted to spend time with his wife, just one uninterrupted hour, but he didn't want his children upset like this. It was supposed to be something fun for them to do, to make some memories, but if Cloud was going to cry...

"Fine, I'll help you out." Buggy caved, looking at his wife with a scowl. "We can all look for it together."

"Nu uh, I'm finding it by myself." Gold said, shaking his head. "Whatever it is, I want it."

"Not if I find it first!" Silver shot back. "I'll get it!"

The two locked eyes for a moment before taking off from the deck, leaving their parents and younger sibling behind. Cloud was content to stay in his dad's arms while reaching out for Sunny. She smiled and took his hand before looking at Buggy. He didn't look very thrilled.

"Probably for the best." She said as he made a face at her.

"Whaddya mean, babe?"

"Well, you already got me pregnant, so..." She shrugged, choosing to ignore the sight of his head falling off his shoulders at the news while Cloud squealed in surprise.

Another child?