#bitches get stiches

[claudethecrabdemoness]

Her actual Valentine… …much to Vox’s chagrin.

Oh you thought I’d forget about Vark? Not a chance. Every overlord’s gf needs their designer animal after all, even if you have to take your man’s and make him your own.

She won’t steal yo man, but she sure as hell will steal your pet. 🦈💅✨

Over time she’s become his real Mommy, since Velvette doesn’t seem remotely interested in this freak of nature. Which is perfectly fine. Vark is a lot of things, but def not everybody’s cup of tea. Lucky for him, ugly cutie fish babies are exactly hers.

She absolutely loves taking him on roller skate walks around town, à la Harley Quinn. Vox doesn’t always approve, especially when he has to pay for the damage control from their antics, but he usually caves once he sees Vark’s happy tail-wagging face and peaceful sleep after he’s tuckered out. Plus… she do be lookin kinda hot while holding his leash… (what can he say, he’s a sucker for a dog mom in 70s denim)

His only real issue is he just isn’t sure which parent Vark loves more, so sometimes gets nervous insanely jealous when he seems to favor Claude. Which is totally not often. Nope. Vark knows who his real daddy is.

…. right?

[gallusrostromegalus]

Questions regarding your big quilt guild post - what's the best way to find the local quilt guild? And do you know offhand if there's a good chapter in Michigan?

Open browser, pull up search engine

Enter any of the following phrases: "name of the town you live in + quilting" "name of the town you live in + knitting" "quilt guilds near me" "yarn stores near me" "state you live in quilt shows"

The results will come up with a bunch of probably not terribly professional-looking websites and Facebook pages, but they will all be fiber craft in your area, and all of them will have the time and place they hold meetings at, or a store you can visit and ask the manager about the local quilting guilds or sewing circle or stich n bitch, or the date of the next show, which will have a lot of quilts to look at and was probably organized by the local guild.

Show up. It will be clear what is needed for entry/membership etc when you get there, but if you're really lost, you can walk up to the nice ladies running things at the table and say "Hello, my name is (name), and I'd like to join the local quilt guild." And they will take it from there.

Also, someone from Michigan will probably see this post and @ you to come to theirs so keep an eye on the notes.

[the-wisteria-house]

The Arrangement (Rengoku x reader) - Chapter 5

In his eagerness to get home and gather information about what his father is hiding Kyojuro forgoes sleep after his latest mission. This is proven to be a poor lapse of judgement, but thankfully your there to patch him up, and in the prosses a glimpse of your true self is unveiled to him, so maybe the blood and the scare he was sure to have was worth it?

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol abuse, canon Typically violence, minor injuries (Kyojuro), awkward (y/n), and Kyojuro.

As Kyojuro stumbled out of his sandals and made his way down the corridor to the washroom, he couldn't help but wince as he barely caught his balance on one of the walls, narrowly avoiding landing on the floor. Kyojuro realized in that moment he had lost a lot more blood than he had originally anticipated. As he stared down at his hand that was putting pressure on his rib. He couldn't help the feeling of shame rise in him at the sight of his blood which stained his palm and dripping onto the floor below, 'You're a Hashira it's pathetic that you let a lower rank demon put you in such a state.' In his eagerness to figure out what his father was hiding he had an uncharacteristically poor lapse in judgment and decided to forgo sleep after his latest mission and head straight home in the hopes of speaking to you at first light. The lack of sleep and the tole the mission left on his body left him vulnerable to an opportunistic demon that caught him off guard as he ran through a neighboring village, though the demon was dispatched within seconds that didn't change the fact it was able to claw a deep gash across the Hashiras chest down to his ribs. 

"Kyojuro? Is that - oh god. Uh, come on, we need to get you patched up." Your surprised voice pulled him from his self-depreciating thoughts before you firmly grabbed his arm and led him to the bathroom and went along wordlessly.

The young man watched from the toilet lid as your eyebrows were nit firmly in what could have been worry, while you searched through the first aid kit you'd dug out from under the sink. Your features softened a fraction once you found the bottle of antiseptic and some cotton swabs.

Not even glancing in his direction you gestured to the rag you had given him when you both first entered the bathroom, "Bite down on that, I'm sure this'll hurt like a bitch.", 

Kyojuro didn't even have time to react to your foul language you turned, and a pained grunt left him and he quickly bit down on the rag, as you gently cleaned out his wound and wiped away excess blood with a damp rag as you went. You only stopped when Kyojuro softly laid a scared hand over your own, much smaller hands, not allowing you to clean the area over his heart. This action made you pause to look up at the slayer and give him a questioning look, noticing he removed the rag from his mouth. You were having to dig debris out of his wound so to say you were confused at this action would be an understatement.

"Thank you (Y/n), I'm truly sorry for waking you, that wasn't my intention." Kyojuro said with an apologetic smile, which you wouldn't help but return despite how every fiber of your being screamed at you to keep yourself guarded. 

"It's alright. It's not a big deal." His grip loosened, allowing you to continue your work, "You're pretty banged up." You state, filling the silence, leaving an opening for him to continue if he wished.

"Yea..." he paused, seeming to debate if he should say more, "A demon got the jump on me." he said humiliation clear in his voice. 

"That's alright, even the strongest make mistakes. Life is full of lessons. This could be one of them." Kyojuro too in your wise words as he watched you pull out a needle and thread from the box and got to patching him up. Your steady and confident moments, along with the persistence of your stitches impressed him, "You've done this before." He states after you were halfway done with his stiches.

"No, I just thought it would be a fun experience to stitch up a Hashira, in the middle of the night, you know? Just for the hell of it." If Kyojuro hadn't seen the small smirk that dawned your soft lips, he would have thought you'd been serious by the steady and monotoned sound of your voice,"I worked at a doctor's office as a cleaner when I was a young teen. The doctor was a kind woman and was eager to nurse my curiosity about medicine despite my lack of a formal education... She taught me a few things while she was in my village." you glanced up at him, gauging his pain levels before continuing, "Sadly, she and her assistant decided to move their practice after a while, so I had to start working full time at the tea house." You finished off as you masterfully tied the last stitch.

"That was nice of her. What else did you learn from her?" He asked, curiosity peaked as you began to dress his now closed wound.

"Oh, basic things like first aid, simple remedies and medicines, as well as how to take blood and give vaccinations. So, nothing too extreme, it was nothing that a normal person couldn't learn from a book." You shrug nonchalantly, focusing more on dressing his wound.

"Still, not enough people know first aid! So, I think it's wonderful you took time to learn it!" He says earnestly, with a smile that you swore could outshine the morning sun. You couldn't find it in yourself to turn away from the man before you. You froze when his gaze met your own,causing your hand to rest flat on his toned chest as you briefly stopped wrapping his wound. The look in his eyes wasn't one you had anticipated. He wasn't looking at you with distain or even disgust, as you would have originally thought, but with a slight curiosity and... what appears to be tenderness?  No, you must have been mistaken! Why would he give you of all people such a look? Your eyes followed Kyojuro's' hand as he reached out and grasped a stray lock of your hair that was in your face before pushing it behind your ear, "That's better." One of his scared knuckles grazed your jawline for a fraction of a second. Despite how feather light the motion was, it left your skin heating with a pleasant warmth in its wake, "It's getting late. You should get to bed; I truly appreciate your assistance. You got me sewed up quicker than I could have done on my own, and you did a better job as well. " He added after a moment of silence, breaking away from your gaze, and retracting his hand slowly, as you nodded.

"You should as well, I'm sure you're tired from your travels, and duties." You agreed before helping the taller man stand and shadowing him down the long corridor. As you watched him walk ahead of you, you noted he thankfully seemed to be fairings better than he had been when you first found him. Despite this, you chose to stay nearby just in case he became faint again. Thankful he hadn't and the short walk to your rooms was uneventful, and as you both begin to go to enter your separate room, you both stopped and turned to speak at the same time, cutting each other off. "Kyo-"

"(Y/-" You stared at each other for a few moments before you gave him a small but beautifully striking smile.

 "I hope you sleep well, Kyojuro." Your soft voice broke the tension in the air, as your orbs held his own.  

"I- uh- you too (Y/n)! Th-thank you for everything." Kyojuro, in that moment as he stumbled over his words, as he bore into your kind eyes owlishly. In that moment Kyojuro felt more like a shy schoolboy than the revered and powerful Hashira he was meant to be. His flustered appeared only increased tenfold when you bowed your head slightly before entering your room, the pleats of your sleeping yukata flowing behind you as if the fabric was casketing water, and not linen, before you shut the sliding door. Leaving him standing in the hallway with only the shine of the moon to keep him company, feeling like a blushing fool. 

Kyojuro woke to the morning sun shining in his eyes as it spilled through the opened window of his room.

He blushed as his thoughts traveled to the events of last night, or hell was it really the early hours of that morning? He didn't know if it was the blood loss or your bewitching beauty, that allowed him to act so impulsively. Then as he thought about it more, he supposed it didn't matter, what was done was done... More importantly, you hadn't seemed at all bothered by his actions, or at least it didn't seem that way. You were quite a hard person to read if he was honest, or maybe he wasn't all that good with women? He had never really actually courted one before or been around one for extended periods of time other than his friend Mitsuri. Did that count though, they spent most of their time together training and eating?

Pushing off his thoughts not wanting to confuse himself further on the matter of the matter, he began to get ready for the day, choosing to dawn a vibrant red yukata with a dark carco grey Obi. He then put on a matching pair of grey tabi socks before exiting his room.

As he walked down the corridor leading to the main room, the aromic smell of tea filled his senses. You and Senjuro must have been awake, preparing breakfast. He wondered if that been the routine in the days he'd been absent?  

He tried to stifle his laughter as he entered the kitchen and saw Senjuro standing closely by your side almost as if he were your shadow, his eyebrows creased in firm consecration, as he watched you expertly grill salmon.

"Ah, Anuie! You're back from your mission! I'm assuming you arrived last night?" Senjuro's attention snapped to the doorway the moment he heard his older brother's distinctive laughter, with a surprised smile. 

"I am, I arrived late last night. The mission was thankfully successful!" He walked closer to the two of you and gave you both his signature smile before offering his assistance while he looked over the ingredients you had out.

You looked up in thought, thinking about what task to assign him, missing how his little brother looked at him as if he had multiple heads. What was Kyojuro thinking?

"Sure, would you mind cleaning and starting the rice? Thank you." You accepted before pointing to the bag of rice that was on the center island and going back to work on the salmon.

"What are you doing? You can't cook!" Senjuro whispers to his elder brother as they both made their way to the rice, kyojuro with a pot in hand. 

"I'm a Hashira. I can surlily cook rice, Senjuro!" Kyojuro confidently stated as he took a cup of rice out of the cloth bag, Senjuro let out a defeated sigh as he watched his brother turn on hot water to clean the rice instead of cold... this was going to be fun.

-

Kyojuro later realized he in fact- could not cook rice. He felt warmth creep up his neck as he stared down at the scorched, almost unrecognizably burnt rice grains. 

"I swear, I only looked away for a moment!" He practically yelled, trying to mask his embarrassment. Only for you to give him an unreadable look before you gently removed the pot of from his hold and disposed of the entire thing, as there was no chance of saving the also scorched pot. (Honestly parts of the pot looked on the verge of melting)

"I told you, Kyojuro!" Senjuro whispered as he propped open one of the windows in the kitchen in hopes of removing the burnt smell and smoke that filled the air and his older brother stood slightly behind him seemingly unsure of what to do.

"Hey, I didn't know it would burn, I figured it would just cook faster on high, and then we could eat sooner!" He rubbed his neck and looked down, trying to push down the humiliation he felt. You must have thought he was unless... A grown man who couldn't even cook rice. 

"You know I don't recall ever seeing someone scorch rice before... I'll show you how to properly make it tomorrow, okay?" Kyojuro's head sprung up at your offer. The look on his face was almost reminiscent of a dog being given a table scrape after going on a day's long hunting trip. To say he was elated at the offer would be a serious understatement.

"That actually worked?" Senjuro mumbled under his breath in shock as he stared at the two of you. His brother's confidence seemed restored at the offer, and you had a cool and calm air around you. As much as your personalities seemed to contrast, he couldn't help but think you complemented each other nicely, and made a charming pair.

Senjuro never pretended to understand his father, but he was starting to see why he chose you for Kyojuro. With someone like you, you'd make him slow down and enjoy the smaller things, and with someone like him, you'd open up more and hopefully grow more spontaneous. You two gave each other balance. He may not have agreed with how Shinjuro went about pairing the both of you, but he couldn't deny that this was one of his father's smarter choices. 

"Morn'in, did something burn?" A gruff voice sounded from the doorway. Speaking of the man, it seemed he'd decided to join you that morning.

"Yea, it seems we won't be having rice this morning." You began to put the salmon and vegetables on a serving dish, missing the confused look on the Rengoku Patriarchs face, as he realized what burned. 

"How'd you manage to burn rice? You were able to make it just fine yesterday, and all the other days before that." The man said gruffly as you handed him the serving tray silently ordering him to take it to the table, and much to his son's shock and amazement, he did without complaint.

" It wasn't (Y/n) who burnt the rice, Father." Senjuro said with humor as his father's eyes narrowed slightly in a silent question because it's been years since Senjuro burnt rice.

"I was the one who burnt the rice." Kyojuro spoke up after a moment of silence, the tips of his ears turning red, and embarrassment radiated off of him, despite his owlish features being pulled in a large smile.  

"I'm going to show him how to properly make rice tomorrow, but for today, Muso soup and some salmon with veggies will have to suffice." If Kyojuro hasn't been looking, he would have missed your humored expression as you put a bowl of soup in each person's spot. In that moment, his features relaxed into a calmer, pleasant smile. 

You all sat down and gave thanks before starting to feast on the meal. Kyojuro and Senjuro imminently began to dig in, but you noticed Shinjuro hadn't started eating yet, seemingly too occupied with his reading.

"Rengoku-Sama." You said expectantly after a few moments of him not making any moves to put the book down. The man in question looked up, giving you a questioning look when you hadn't continued speaking after saying his name.

"What is it?" You gestured to the book with a blank expression.

"It's not proper to read at the table, Sir." You said simply, no accusatory tone in your voice, but making it clear you wanted him to put the book down.

"Fine, I guess I can get to the damn thing later." The man grumbled before begrudgingly placing the book by his side.

It was at that moment that Kyojuro noticed his father was clean shaven that day, and if his temper (or lack thereof) meant he hadn't hit the sake yet, or at least not enough to inebriate him to the usual degree.

"You look well, Father." Kyojuro decided to voice his thoughts, he hoped that this wouldn't be a one-time thing. His father only responded with a grunt of acknowledgment. Still, this pleased Kyojuro, who was used to not getting a response at all from the older male most of the time.

"When did you come in from your mission?" Shinjuro asked, smoothly changing the subject as he started to eat his food.

"Late last night, the mission itself went smoothly, I decided to come home instead of staying at the local inn." Kyojuro looked up at the male not having had expected that question but responded as he continued to eat.

"How about the trip back? You must not have gotten much rest if you came back immediately." You watched as Senjuro's brows pulled together in worry the moment the question left his lips. You couldn't help but wonder how would Kyojuro respond?

"The journey back went smoothly until a third of the way back. As you said, I hadn't gotten much sleep, so a demon was able to catch me off guard, embarrassingly enough. Though, it was quickly dispatched after its first attack." Kyojuro made sure to stress the last bit as too, as to not worry Senjuro further.

"So you were injured?" The boy frowned seemingly not reassured. You decided to save poor Kyojuro in that moment and redirect Senjuro's attention.

"Yes, he was, but don't worry, we got him fixed up when he made it home." You softly squeezed the boy's shoulder, which seemed to finally ease his worries. 

"Next time, just go to a damn inn boy." The oldest Rengoku spoke up suddenly, in the same gruff tone his voice always seemed to carry, but the look in his eyes had shifted to something unfamiliar. He almost seemed... worried? It didn't seem the boys could see this as they turned their attention to him, not that you could really blame them with how he was glaring.

"I believe what your father is trying to say is we'd all prefer it if you wouldn't put yourself at risk, and that if you're tired, you'll go to an inn, instead of racing back home." You then let out a small sigh before looking at him voice softening, "Not that I minded patching you up, I understand such injuries come with your occupation, but I'd like you to avoid injuries if you can, it'd put mine and everyone's else's minds to ease." Senjuro nodded firmly in agreement with your words, and Shinjuro only looked at his eldest son with an unreadable expression before focusing his attention on his food.

"I'm sorry if I worried you, but I'll be sure to keep your words in mind in the future. Thank you!" Kyojuro gave you a genuine smile before he seemed to revert back to his boisterous and energetic self.

The rest of breakfast went without a hitch, most of the talking being done by the two brothers, with you contributing to the conversation when you saw fit, and their father remaining silent.

"So, you took (Y/n) to the market? Did you do anything else?" Kyojuro inquired curiously after Senjuro told him about you going to buy ingredients.

"Oh, we saw Toshi-San! She seemed well. " Senjuro mused as he set down his chopsticks once he finished his meal.

"That's good to hear! She's been running that stand of hers since before I was your age! I actually don't remember when she first moved here. It's been that long!" Kyojuro looked up as he scratched his chin in thought. He knew the old woman had moved here at some point when he was a young boy, but he had no clue when. Though he was aware she knew his mother to a certain extent as he remembered visiting the old womans stand and even her home as a young child.

"She was a matchmaker before she was a vender." Shinjuro said simply with a shrugged as he took a slow sip of his tea.

Senjuro's head cocked at his father's words, "She'd mentioned that before, I think she's from Tokyo? That's where she worked before moving here." Shinjuro only shook his head, and the boys looked at him with silent questioning gazes.

"No, before she left for the city, she was a matchmaker here originally..." Shinjuro's voice drifted off and he was seemingly lost in thought.

"When did she leave for the city?" You spoke after a few moments of silence. Truly curious to learn more about the energetic woman.

"Twenty years ago, maybe more? Her husband passed away, and she moved to the city with her boy. She came back when Kyojuro was, maybe seven- Why does it matter?" When the man gave the three of you an irritated scowl, you knew it was time to switch the subject, and it seemed Kyojuro did as well.

"No particular reason, Father." Kyojuro's eyes then met yours, and his face lit up as if he'd thought of the most brilliant idea, "Say (Y/n), why don't we go to the market today? Senjuro mentioned while we were cooking you wanted to make a cake. While we're there, you guys can get the ingredients you need! We also need a few odds and inns, since it's been a week since you last went to town!" His eager voice bounced off of the walls of the dining room and it almost seemed as if his hair was blowing in the wind despite no draft being present in the room. 

You felt a little skeptical about letting him go out so soon after being injured, but almost as if he read your thoughts, he quickly reasured, "I assure you (y/n). I wouldn't propose going out if I didn't think I'd be up to it!" This seemed to satisfy you and you nodded in reply.

"Alright then, we can go a bit after lunch."

"It's so beautiful out, especially with the leaves starting to change color." Senjuro comments with a content smile as the three of you took in the atmosphere the trees that dotted the area provided. 

You hum in agreement before turning to the boy, who was walking by your side, "It truly is, Autumn is one of my favorite seasons for that reason." 

"Yes, I can agree. The cool weather Autumn also brings makes it far more comfortable to work as a slayer compared to summer!" Kyojuro nodded as he joined in on the light-hearted conversation.

"I'm sure it does. Those uniforms don't look like they'd be all that comfortable to work in, especially in the heat." You look up in thought, thinking about the long sleeves and pants of the uniform and how sticky with sweat they must get after each mission.

"They're fine most of the time but can be uncomfortable in the heat, but the fabric is strong and helps combat some injuries so it's a small price to pay!" His voice boomed, scaring some birds out of a nearby tree, but not catching you or Senjuro off guard.

"That reminds me, how did your mission go, big brother?" Senjuro perked up as he awaited his elder brothers answer eagerly. 

"The mission went well! The demon was quite elusive, but I was able to defeat it with minimal casualties." Senjuro, in that moment, looked to his older brother as if he'd hung the Stars and spoke with a gleam in his wide eyes,

"I wish I was strong like you, Kyojuro!" His comment wouldn't have caught you off guard if it didn't seem to have a hidden meaning making you frown.

"Why, do you think you aren't strong, Senjuro?" You quickly wiped the small frown off of your face as he turned to look at you as to not give him the wrong impression.  

"I'm weak... No matter how hard I train, I can't perform flame breathing properly." Senjuro looked down in shame and humiliation. 

You and Kyojuro both felt your hearts constrict to an unpleasant degree, and right when Kyojuro was about to reach out to comfort his younger brother, he realized you'd beaten him to it. You'd already had grabbed the youngest Rengoku by both his shoulders, "Senjuro, look at me." You gently grabbed the young boys chin making him look into your firm unwavering gaze, "You must understand that without failure, success has no true meaning. Just because flame breathing doesn't come easy doesn't make you weak. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses; yours may lay somewhere else."

The boy looked up at you with watery eyes before letting out a ragged breath and asking, "What is my strength (y/n)?" Clearly this had been weighing on the poor child's mind for quite a while. 

"I don't know, that's for you to learn with time Senjuro, but never let anyone tell you, you can't do something. It's never over until you say it is." The boy quickly sprung forward after you finished your speech. His arms circled your waste in a deathly tight grip. You hesitated for a brief moment before settling on hand on his golden locks and another on his back in a comforting manner. It wasn't that you were uncomfortable with the boys' sudden affection, just unsure of how to respond.

"Okay... I promise." He mumbled into the soft fabric of your kimono.

Kyojuro stood stuck in place. He felt as if a freezing bucket of water had been poured over him as he watched the two of you . In that moment, despite the fact you looked nothing alike. The two of you reminded him so vividly of his departed mother and himself as a young lad; your calm but firm expression, the way your hand softly caressed Senjuros hair in a comforting manor, and most importantly the wisdom your words held. The way you treated Senjuro also reminded him of the kindness she held, a kindness he'd never thought he'd see in another human being... He almost felt as if he was looking back in time.

"Kyojuro, are you alright?" Your calm tone paired with your slightly furrowed brows pulled Kyojuro out of his reminiscent thoughts.

"Ah, y-yes (y/n)! Why wouldn't I be?" Kyojuro quickly smiles, erasing the surprised expression on his face in an instant. As he looks at the both of you. He noted that it appeared that Senjuros' tears had dried, and the boy seemed at ease.

" I just thought I would ask. You seemed lost in thought." You took a small step towards the male though you maintained a reasonable distance, as you did want to offend the Hashira. This proved to be an unnecessary worry as Kyojuro took a step forward narrowing the space between the two of you before gently taking your smaller hand in his own with a slight squeeze, "Don't worry about me, I was remembering a fond memory." He gave you a small smile, and at that moment, there was a sense of calm and understanding surrounding the both of you.

"That's relieving to hear. Perhaps you would be willing to share this memory with me sometime over tea?" You politely suggested before your eyes narrowed on a piece of lint, which you quickly flicked off his broad shoulders. 

"I would like that! Would you be willing to make that tea you made when you first arrived?" The flame locked man bent his head slightly to the side, catching you gaze once more.

"Yea... whatever you'd like." Despite your calm expression, a blush had spread across your face, and your heartbeat had begun to rapidly increase

The rest of the walk to the was uneventful, and once you arrived to the market, Senjuro decided to split off from you and Kyojuro. He reasoned that you'd be able to get the things you needed faster this way (not that you were in a rush in the first place),and walked off before you could question him further, leaving you and Kyojuro alone to set off in your search for the things on your part of the list. 

"Uh Kyojuro, did you hear that?" You looked around the busy marketplace wondering if you had finally gone mad or if you actualy had heard someone had call your name.

"I didn't hear anything (Y/n)!" Kyojuro says while sporting his usual mile, making you sweat drop slightly. There was no way someone hadn't called your name, right?

"Are you su-"? Your question was cut off by the sound of who you realized to be the woman you'd met the other day, "(L/n)-San, Rengoku-San! Over here!"

"Oh, I suppose you were right (Y/n)! Someone was indeed calling for us." The way Kyojuro laughed self-consciously caught you off guard. You'd taken him for a confident and boisterous man. Being embarrassed about burning rice was understandable but this?

"Yes, let's go greet her. She looks eager to speak with us." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why was she looking at the both of you like that? As if you were an infamous pair out of an old epic.

"Rengoku-San, it's good to see you're back in town and showing (L/n)-San around, aye!" The older woman said with a slight teasing glint before continuing with, "You both look so well together! It reminds me of my days as a matchmaker. Seeing all the lovely young couples prepare for the rest of their lives, it was a truly wonderful thing!" The older woman gushed as she clapped her hands and looked between the two of you.

"Oh, uh - thank you, Toshi-San. How have you been?" Kyojuro answered slightly flustered, but still maintaining his polite demeanor.

"Oh, I've been well dear. Looking at you both remind me so much of Shinjuro and Ruka when they were your age!" The woman looked at you with a reminiscent gaze. 

Kyojuro's eyes widen a fraction at this, and his eyebrows raised ever so slightly in interest. He hadn't realized that the woman had known his mother and father that long ago.

"So, when's the wedding?!" The artist grabbed both yours and Kyojuro's hands, practically vibrating you both with her excitement, as you just stood there in shock and Kyojuro with his never wavering grin.

"Mother, please stop harassing those two." An attractive man with tanned skin and slight stubble sighed as he entered the stall, setting down a large wooden crate with a grunt.

"Oh dear, I suppose I did get a bit carried away." The grey-haired woman blushed slightly and laughed releasing the two of you from her hold.

"It's alright, we haven't settled on a date yet, actually." You answer the woman's previous question politely with a raised hand.

"I was surprised when Mother told me about meeting your fiancé." The man, Toshi-San's son directed to Kyojuro as he began to stock the shelves.  

"Only because we thought you were going to see the day you settled down Rengoku-san." Toshi-San added with a slight tease.

"You've always seemed married to your job, whatever that may be. What changed?" Toshi's son stood and flashed Kyojuro with a curious smile, which the man returned. 

"I have always been dedicated to my job. And to answer your question... I suppose some things change, despite how much one might feel uneasy at the idea at first." Kyojuro caught your gaze for a split second before turning back to the man and laughing light heartedly, making your breath catch in your throat. 

'What does he mean by that?'

And scene! Okay, we're getting somewhere now! If you've been paying attention, you might be able to peice together future plot points,or maybe I'm pulling your leg?🤔

This chapter took me a bit to write, as I've been quite busy lately, I'm not sure if I like how, it turned out, but it'll never be perfect. I actually originally wasn't going to have Toshi-Sans son make an appearance at all in the story, but I chose to include him because I was struggling with the conversation between you and Toshi-San, and his characters entrance redirected the conversation. Edited:8/7/23 (I like it much better now lol)

Taisho era secret

Kyojuro & Senjuro: Welcome everyone!

Senjuro: Today's Taisho era secret is about Toshi-San's son, Kentarō.

Kyojuro: I've known Kentarō since I was a young child, and in that time I've learned that while he is quite the artist, he refuses to pick up a paint brush!

Senjuro: But why?

Kyojuro: Well ladies would commission him and ask him to paint them like "French girls" Whatever that means!?

Author:*Whispers in Kyojuros ear

Kyojuro: Oh my! That is quite scandals! Well after time of one girl in particular kept asking he ended up snapping his brush in rage and vowed to never paint again.

Senjuro: Thats unfortunate but big brother, what did they mean by "French girls" is that some sort of western expression?

Kyojuro: Well, uuuuhhhh you see Senjuro-

Author: OKAY- WELL THAT WAS CHAPTER 5! SEE YOU NEXT TIME!

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[whiskygoldwings]

Pls I need The Corries and Crochet!!!!For the WIP game

Tbf, I was kinda hoping someone would ask about this LOL!

I love crochet, so what better than to combine two things I love!?! This story centers around an OC, a shiny, who shall eventually be named Yarn, who arrives on Coruscant with hopes and dreams, and swiftly learns better. Then one day he spots a group of nat-borns doing this strange thing with their hands, and can't resist a peek further. He keeps coming back, thinking he's being subtle as he tries to follow along with what they're doing, until they step in and claim him as their very own shiny, and teach him the art of crochet.

Somehow, this will save the Galaxy. After Yarn spreads his new found talent to the rest of the Corries, and the most armoured stich and bitch group Coruscant has ever seen happens...

There'll be blankets galore, and quite possibly a lop-sided jumper or two. Wolffe will wear the scarf Fox made him with pride. Collaborative crochet square bunting will decorate every inch of the Guard barracks, and several of the Venators too. And just wait until Yarn learns about amigurumi!

I'm only going to share a very short snippet of this, because the overall feel is going to be light-hearted and fun, but the beginning is a little melancholy, and I don't want that to be everyone's impression of it!

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It starts with a shiny, as these things often do. The Shiny had no name at the time, and while they’d later become known as “Yarn”, that forms part of the story itself, so we mustn’t jump ahead.

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That's all you get for now!

[alienpossession]

Snippets

Just some scribbles on how a possessed human/shapeshifted alien would behave to the human's significant others

---

He grabbed his mother's face as she keeps shouting

"To be honest, mom, I'm tired of hearing you say that I'm acting weird. In fact, I don't need to hear your opinion or even you anymore! Have a good tight sleep with pop, okay? I got a whole life ahead of me and yall be deadweight anyway,"

---

His father tried to stop him from driving away but then he rolled down his window and inhumanely lengthened his arm to grab him by the neck. In mere seconds, the father is now mere inches from his son's face, if whatever being it is can even be called as his son

"So let me set it clear, old man. I don't give a shit about what you think of me or is this your car or anyone's car. It's mine, and I'm gonna use it as I please, you hear me?"

"Now fuck off!" and with that, he lengthened his arm all the way before he dropped his father right at their front door, a good 5 metres at least from where the car is, and speed off with his best friend. What the fuck is that? thought the old man still in surprise

---

"Aww too bad you have to see me slaughter that dog, lil sis. But it's so annoying, I just need to kill that little shit. Do you wanna be like that dog next? If not, keep your mouth shut, you'll tell everyone that it's just simply gone, okay? Well, it's practically gone though, to my stomach, hahahahahah,"

---

"Hey ma, yeah, dad's a musk fag or something. Look at him enjoying my feet stink,"

His mom just stared in horror but then, as if some invisible force push her to move, she quickly kneeled and then crawled to his son's other feet.

"Yeah, stop resisting mom. I need some more servant if I want to expand even wider after all,"

---

"You haven't seen everything, old man. We're not planning to just takeover the ranchers, we want to seize the whole town, and you'll join force to help us if you still want these two sons of yours be let go, you understand? Now, set a town hall by the end of this week, we'll put some of our kind around the perimeter and after getting inside everyone, then we will release these two, you down?"

---

"Yeah, nothing's really there. What blue glowing thing sliding into me when I checked on the backyard? You are one delusional old lady, you know that, maw? I didn't even scream or rustled in the bushes, you are so silly, you know?"

As he gently caressed his neck, he then whispered

"Keep talking like that or run your mouth to other people and I will not hesitate to break your back and let you die, you get me? You saw nothing and you are just a silly delusional granny,"

---

"Yeahhh......too bad we can't let any eyewitnesses, you know? So you have to be eliminated," he said to the older man he usually helped around as he lifted him several inches above the ground before he break his neck and dropped his body to the ground

---

"Remember big bro, snitches get stiches. Or in my case, snitches get slime shoved up through their ass. Keep that runny little mouth of yours zipped or I'll make your silly gay boyfriend taken over by my friends and I'll force you to watch him squirm and shout,"

---

"You resisted for way too long and asked too much question," he said with flat expression as he grabbed his girlfriend's neck and then his hands started to morph into something hideous with thorn and scales

"Scratching you to let you know that I'm, as you suspected, not your boyfriend. But I'll make sure you won't see the daylight anymore if you are not going to cooperate with me to breed you, bitch, so shut the fuck up and just take the dick up in your ass!"

She tried to scream but he muffled her and pistoned the hardening uncut cock into her pussy in one swift penetration. Soon she'll bear the first hybrid baby that Earth ever seen

[blistering-typhoons]

I AM DISTRAUGHT

spoilers, massive spoilers under cut, also it's three am so-

- ALISON! PREGNANT! I'M SO, I'M FUCKING- IT'S A LOT IM SO HAPPYY

- her and mike deciding to go for gender neutral names? And mike casually saying baby cooper could change their name in the future? dead oh my god

- the 'ew thomas' count rose to dizzying heights this series, but spliced with that were genuine moments of pure joy at him also

- THOMAS SCOTTISH

- pat being impervious to alison's pranks was incredible, this man is the loml

- kitty's death made me cry, still coming to terms with eleanor's characterization, but i'm not mad

- also thomas going 'bitch' every two seconds had me shRIEKING

- clever girl

- pat and julian's whole north v south argument had me in legitimate stiches, and cap's contribution was so cute and wholesome, like a border collie

- robin this season made me cry almost every fucking time istg, i was generally a mess

- everybody! carrying humphrey about! Nice!

- walk in safe!

- kitty mimicking a pregnant alison was everything

- have to get this out before i combUST FUKIN CAPTAIN DEATH AND NAME AND FUCK YOU BEN WILLBOND

- sibling asked me to explain myself at this point and i genuinely had to collect myself for a mo i was so choked up

- fanny assuring him that he's brave

- pat's only wish to be with the others in the house

- im making a part two for this because my brain is melting so last two points

- only criticism is that it feels? oddly incomplete? i dunno, maybe my expectations were wired too specifically, but it feels lacking in some way, but ofc! There's a Christmas special still on it's way, so there could be some stuff getting fleshed out- but overall, something felt a little off but also i am an empty husk right now so

- and finally, simon's performance in the finale as julian pours his heart out to alison, the way his breath hitches at the full emotion of it and desperately trying to shoo it away- keep himself together, god that might be the finest bit of acting this whole show i'm not even fucking kidding, it rent an honest to god gasp from me, so fucking talented

[foncethefool]

The hours drag on

The first hour

His eyes fluttered open slowly, where was he? what had happened? he couldn't tell, but as he went to try to move, he found his wrists bound to either side of him. The man's eyes opened with a snap, looking to either side of him, he saw his wrists clasped against the steel table, a shift of his legs confirmed his ankles were the same, manacles around his throat and waist bound him entirely to the table. Before long he was screaming, yelling, shouting profanities with an angry glare. Spittle flew from his lips as he yelled. It took all of ten minutes of his idle threats to an empty room before his captor strode in, the subtle clack of her boots being the only sound from her. Above him stood a woman, black hair tied up into a tight ponytail, a surgical mask strapped across her face hid her smile but the man could tell she was smiling, just by the way her eyes looked. Steely blue eyes bore into his soul, it took him all of a few seconds before he resumed screaming and yelling at her, despite the fact that she seemed entirely unphased by him, after a few more moments, she simply picked up a scalpel and dug into the mans flesh, his pain melding with his rage as surgical lines were carved into his skin.

The first day

He awoke with a start, his throat burned and ached, horse from all the exertion he had put it through. His body hurt worse, he could feel the stiches that lined his skin, the ache in wrists and ankles where he strained against the bindings. He had barely been awake for a few scant moments before he heard it, the clack clack of her boots, and within moments, she came into view, black hair still sleeked back into the tight ponytail, a new surgical mask adorned her face, and steely eyes still unwavering "Whatever you want, I'm not giving you shit, I'd sooner die than tell you anything so you might as well off me now, bitch" his voice was croaky and weak but he kept his gaze even and strong, he meant what he said and he was ready to die. The woman had other plans, she simply reached out of his view and when her hand came back it was holding a basket, full of small metal brands, each one hooked up to two copper wires, and she started carefully arranging them on his body. He remained silent, watching her move in his peripheral vision. Once all the metal brands had been placed, she simply walked out of his sight, he heard a faint click before she moved back into his view. The man was weary, confused at what was happening until the brands adorning his body began to heat up, fast. Too fast, all too quickly they were burning, faintly glowing red as they seared his flesh, pulling screams anew from his dry lips.

The first week

Non stop. There was no respite for him, he would awaken, after being tormented, he had no clue how long he rested, he didn't know time, he couldn't tell why he was still alive, though he once caught sight of medical tubing with blood on it, and figured that while he was out, she was pumping him full of fluids and food, keeping him alive, for whatever reason. She hadn't spoken once, but god did he wish she would, he wished he had something to latch on to. He pretended to be unconscious, tried to remain in the comforting darkness, just praying that she wouldn't come. But like clockwork clack clack came her booted footfalls. He could feel her standing over him before he opened his eyes, the world was hazy and unfocused when he did, and despite the woman being blurry, he knew what she looked like already, ponytail, mask, eyes, the labcoat she always wore. It was all familiar by now. For what felt like minutes, neither of them spoke, just staring at each other, until he broke the silence "please" his voice was horse, weak, already it was an echo of what he once was "please no more" his mind was already foggy, he couldn't remember all the thing she had put him through already, his head hurt and the pain kept getting worse. She didn't respond, he didn't expect her to, he couldn't remember what she did after that, the torment hurt so much that his brain just blocked it out, he could remember screaming though, at first it was just pained howls, but he remembered pleading before he passed out "Please just kill me, no more please no more no more no more" until the comforting darkness took him once more.

The first month

There was no end, he barely was clinging to the remnants of his sanity, whenever he awoke he tried as hard as he could every time to shove his mind elsewhere, to remember his life before, his family, was he married? did he have children? he couldn't remember, the pain blotted out everything, almost everything at least, he would remember his childhood, his brother and him climbing a tree, his mother's cooking, his father hitting him. He could sometimes recall a girl from his teen years. He was barely able to hear the clack clack of her boots before she appeared above him, his vision barely registered her, he opted instead to close his eyes, he couldn't....he couldn't look at her anymore

SLAP

His eyes snapped open at the sound, not because it hurt, not compared to what she put him through before, simply because she hit him, with her hand his eyes focused on her face to see her icy blue gaze filled with anger "What?" he managed to mumble, barely able to speak anymore until it clicked in his brain that this was an emotion from the normally detached woman, and the briefest spark of hope lit in his chest "Please" his voice raised slightly as every part of his mind and soul latched onto that shred of hope "Please I'll do anything you want, I'll never betray you I won't run Please just no more!" he watched as the single emotion left her face, replaced with the cool joy he had become to accustom to, no no no no no not again "Please I'll give you anything, I'll be anyone you want me to be just please don't!" but it was too late, the torture started again, she had already begun breaking the bones in his legs, and his whole reality came crashing down around him, his screams were louder than they had been in weeks. Darkness, God he really hoped he was dead.

A year

Nothing. There was nothing behind his eyes, His mind was gone, he couldn't feel pain, he couldn't feel anything, her boots clacked as she approached, but he didn't react, his eyes didn't move, his body didn't squirm or writhe. A curious look touched the woman's eyes. She reached down, using a pair of pliers, she pulled one of his few remaining teeth out, he didn't react, didn't even wince, his eyes were glazed over. She gave a hum, she even said something, but the man's brain couldn't even make an attempt to hear it, he was already gone. The woman hit a button on a console behind the table, and the manacles snapped open, still he didn't react. Even when she grabbed his ankles and pulled him off the table, his body hit the floor and he crumpled, his gaze forced to the mirror at the other end of the room as she grabbed his jaw and turned his head, forcing him to look at his broken and battered body, the scars that lined his flesh were so numerous that it would be difficult to find a space that wasn't damaged in some way, faint dried blood still speckled his body, even as the woman spoke, talking of something, he couldn't hear her. His gaze was obstructed by her face, the mask gone, but he couldn't see her. A sigh escaped the woman as she pulled a scalpel from her labcoat, and slit his throat. Pushing the man on his back as she walked out from the room, the clack clack of her boots fading into the darkness.

[5eraphim]

how would u rank each merc on a scale of 1 to 10 for how hot they are

ranked from lowest to highest-

(non of this was proofread, so sorry abt that/edit later maybe?)

alright so sprinting into dead last is scout- im sorry ive said this a billion times but CHRIST ALIVE- (-10/10)

like im so pissed too- your ma is a SMOKESHOW, you're dad is (dare i say) also a 10, how did it happen like this? he's like a precum baby i think. like he's not all the way human. he wasn't meant to be like this, but yet here he stands, a pancaked-ass Masshole in the place a greater man might have stood. i want to break his spine over my knee.

sniper after scout. (4/10)

his voice is sooooo great, and i have warmed up a bit to him, but all the same. he's just not my type physicality wise, but i think i get the appeal. i also thought it was really sweet they let him have that soft moment with his parents in heaven where his dad tells him how proud he was and all that. (assuming it wasn't all a hallucination, but i digress,) i would've expected them to show his dad giving him a hard time one last time before he came back to earth, but i'm happy the comics let him have this :)

pyro next, (5/10)

the cop out answer is "well obviously the fire-brandishing character is the hottest-" but that's lame to me. it's honestly REALLY hard for me to see them as attractive or "dateable" just bc I project "my child" onto them. I've mentioned before, but i don't like them bc i wanna fuck them, i wanna protect them like a mother. i wanna feed them a homecooked stew with a wooden spoon, i wanna make crayon drawings with them, tell them bedtime stories, hand-stich him a stuffed animal, yk that sort of vibe. i do care for them a lot, but not in a romantic sense tbh.

Demo and Soldier (7/10)

I'm putting them together bc they are only really attractive to me when they're drawn with bulk-muscle. the idea of either of them packing on lean muscle is so weird to me. but they just feel like such living embodiments of "just here for a good time," and honestly? sometimes that's all you need :) If i HAD to put one above the other, I would put Demo over Solder, bc i ADORE fanart and official art that give him that cute little drunken lazy smile. it's just such a little thing that is so endearing to me!

Spy (10/10)

i'm sorry, i genuinely have no idea why i'm such an apologist for him, i deserve to have my rights taken away for this.

but i think i genuinely envy him in a lot of ways. he's not exactly the kind of attractive i want, but what i want to become. i envy his poise, his swagger, his cunning, (his ability to pull scout's ma). he's such a great jerk-with-a-heart-of-gold type of older guy, of which i am weak to, alas. i NEED to go on a shoplifting spree with this bitch-

Heavy (10/10)

the hottest thing to fantasize abt heavy to me is him calling me a weak little baby and mocking me for being a 5'3 underweight, anemic little loser. this man could DESTROY ME, and damn is that fun to think about, but! I'd be remiss not to mention how much he loves his family, how he would do ANYTHING to protect those he loves the most, and i swear, that one panel in the comics of him hugging his mother gets me every time.

medic (15/10)

what is there even to say that hasn't been said?

He's a chaotic-hottie if ever there's been one, with a kind of zest for life which is remarkable, even in a cast of colorful manic weirdoes. but like, CHRIST this man makes me go feral. like i want him to wrap his gloves around my neck tight enough for the latex to start squeeking, i wanna feel those high-traction combat boots DIGGING into my back as he crushes me into the floor, i want him to drain me of blood and make fun of me for passing out- i would let this man do so many unspeakable things to me...

engie (20/10)

i will never get tired of this guy <3 he's the living embodiment of "southern comfort," and much like medic, it's not at all surprising people love him so much. no one else has his character's incredible dichotomy of, sweet and gentle, while also able to deal out insane levels of violence (heavy comes close, but he doesn't quiet have engie's soft approachable disposition). definitely got the short end of the stick in the comics imo, as we don't get to see much of his family (or rather him interacting WITH his family) but in game at least he gives them lot's of shout-outs which is nice, but honestly makes me want to see them all the more! he's such a whore for all those cozy knit-wear cosmetics too. he's perfect in every way, he makes my heart flutter, he has never done anything wrong in his life ever, i would die to protect him.

[mammameesh]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you @jesuisici33 for the tag.

How many works do you have on Ao3? 37

What’s your total AO3 word count? 199,801....yes, I know....

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Schitt's Creek. A little First Prince, Tarlos and Buddie.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In Sickness (9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020)) (Kudos: 150)

Kinktober 2022 (Schitt's Creek) (Kudos: 97)

Not like a "sleepover" sleepover (Schitt's Creek) (Kudos: 83)

You'll Scuff the floors (Schitt's Creek) (Kudos: 77)

Celebrating the MVP (Schitt's Creek) (Kudos: 69) tie XD

I'll cover you (9-1-1 (TV)) (Kudos: 69)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or Why not?

Pretty sure Comments are the life blood to every fanfic writer so i always do my best to respond to them.

6. What is the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Um...Underwater is pretty angsty? Also if you think really hard

In Sickness 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Stich & Bitch? I typically like happy endings so this is hard. This story just happens to have 5 happy endings so...I nominate it for tribute.

8. Do you get hate on fics? No. People are generally really lovely.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I love to write smut! I am planning a Kinktober but it will when my life calms down. November at the VERY earliest. I like to write characters exploring kink. Soft kink. That sort of thing.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I crossed my love of Schitt's creek with my love of crochet in Stich & Bitch. Does that count?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Also No. At some point I may podcast my own fic just so people can hear my voice? IDK

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I used to Roleplay so I think I would love to. Just when life isn't so crazy.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Right now it's David and Patrick from Schitt's Creek.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably Lanterns? Last year I wrote 50k words for it. It's not even publishable, it's so all over the place. But it's a Stevie-centric fic so if I ever do finish it it will be just for me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Can I put softness here?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Planning. I really need to get better out outlining and all that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If I had help, I would love to write an English/Spanish fic for Tarlos maybe? I think First Prince would work better for the story I'm thinking of.

19. First fandom you wrote for? on A03 it was Glee

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I've really been enjoying writing By the Seashore. It's got Autistic David and It's softer than one of David's sweaters.

I'll tag some people who've tagged me. No pressure @carolrain, @a-noble-dragon, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @ramonaflow, @snarkythewoecrow

[eldritch-spouse]

Hey friend! sorry if ill be ask spamming your blog but I recently fell in love with your universe and I feel like we were born under the same star. But wit that out of the way... here it goes

Some new strange phenomena have been sweeping the clergy

The Admin is popular with regular clients! Some have even tried to request some personal services. Admin has had enough! She's also sick of trying to act kind while she refuses the clients.

She had an idea though! She could take advantage of her recent popularity and gain the Clergy an extra buck or two. With the help of Patches, the admin released a life-like chibi doll to sell to customers for a limited time only! The price might be a little high, but plenty of customers are still willing to buy. (Is this OOC? Maybe, but I had so much fun with the idea so roll with it please)

I also thought it would be funny if the plushie had a little butt when you removed her dress, like this. With the adorable stiched eye staring at them, the staff couldn't resist! But what exactly do the staff do with their admin doll? (descriptions and NSFW welcome)

[I wasn't born under a star, I'm pretty sure some forest fiend thing laid an egg on my mom's doorstep and she just rolled with it. :)) That's a cute interpretation of her btw.]

I like the idea of a little merch line being started, though it decidedly has to be a little OOC, because Krulu probably wouldn't agree with such childish depictions of his host. Symbolism and imagery are important to siadar, an offensive or disrespectful (even if unintentionally so) illustration can register as an attack.

Some of the staff would be normal about this, emphasis on would be, if the doll didn't somehow smell like you. How did Patches achieve this? Irrelevant, the bigger question is why the pervert thought that would be a good idea...

Morell is decidedly less creepy about it. He'd keep the doll in one of his pockets or his scarf, giving it a squeeze every now and then. You might catch him cooing to it on occasion. If anyone catches him doing this, the shroom will die of shame.

Gallon actually keeps the doll on one of the higher shelves of his bar, maybe the glass rack that hangs from the ceiling. That way, almost no one can reach it. He feels like you're watching over him while he works.

Patches feels mildly gross about it, but he'll hold the doll up to his face when he's trying to get off while thinking of you. It's just comforting, he can almost pretend you're around him, holding him maybe. Hey, at least the doll stays clean.

Vinnel is customizing it. That's his thing. He's going to make a little jester suit for it, and get a little nose, maybe paint her face. It'll be the cutest one by far. Of course, he'll show it to you in hopes that maybe you'd enjoy actually dressing that way.

Santi (I'm sorry, I can only think of this lmao.)

Grimbly would love it if there was a pinker version, but beggars can't be choosers, right? He's going to hold mini you to his chest when he comes home from long shifts, get in his plush nest and rant about how the day sucked and you should be dating him by now.

No one knows Nebul has one until they see him running after Purpur, who is constantly stealing Admin dolly away to play with. It's kept in an elegant glass case nowadays, spotless.

Belo loves it to pieces, it's probably full of his fur. He keeps it in his room and nuzzles it whenever he can. The angel once was depraved enough to jerk off over it, immediately washed it and didn't touch the doll for a week in total mortification.

Fank-e is not thwarted by the price. He can buy one and find a way to ship himself like 100 3D prints! Hah, checkmate bitch. His doll is covered in stickers and weird stains. It feels mildly radioactive.

Sybastian's poor doll is drooled to not end. It smells like you, so he can't help licking it, which in turn becomes a masturbatory motion because mimic tongues are highly sensitive. So, in the end, you're likely to see him jerking off with the plush in his mouth.

[tatatatatara]

If Aogiri Tree is a company then Tatara is the CEO while Eto is the HR director. Like in the canon she actively recruited new talents (Hinami, Shachi, Kanou), she listens to the employees' vent (Tatara, Naki), she gives inspirational speech (kind up).

If she is actually the HR director of a company I'm sure that manipulative bitch (lovingly) would naturally be good at it but she actively chooses not to because she loves office drama.

Like if a new employee complains about his workload and the attitude of his bosses? She's very sorry that he's not suitable to their workplace culture because he's a fcking loser". Someone saw Noro eating way too much of the free snack? Snitches get stiches why don't you mind your own business. Someone eavesdropped Ayato asked Hinami on a date? She would pour them a cup of tea and cancel their work that day.

Sometimes she also recruited the weirdest people just to have some fun, like she hired Shachi to piss off Tatara. And there's nothing he can do about it cuz she's the co-founder of this company ❤

[flawlessgems]

1 4 5 6 7 14 16 17 21 for the ask game that tells a lot about you (pls don't feel pressure to do them all, i probably wrote down to many again lol)

you literally made my day night by sending in these asks 🤗😘

okieee, let's get to it!

how do you take your tea/coffee?

lol I don't. I've had coffee once and nearly threw up and tea just feels so . . . thin. Not just with actual texture (never thought I'd be describing the texture of a liquid before . . .) but with flavour as well. I really just drink water. I don't have much opportunity to drink anything else, unless it's Ginger Ale when my stomach is not the best

4. what was your favorite tv show as a kid?

good grief- I don't know. The two filmed tv shows I watched the most were Wanted Dead or Alive with Steve Mcqueen, and a BBC Robin Hood with Richard Green. I also watched a lot of the animated show Tom and Jerry, which is a family favourite

5. summer or winter?

okay, if we be going like aesthetics and songs and just vibes? then summer all day. But if we be doing this for the temperature? Then winter. I can't pick winter for aesthetic reasons because winter for me is just sometimes cold, but mostly cool, which means no snow. Come January and February, it's just rain.

6. realist, optimist, or pessimist?

definitely a pessimist. I love watching Fail Army and get my motivation to get through the day from reading demotivational quotes. I'll share one with you: be a bridge, so I can walk over you to better places

7. rain or sunshine?

I don't mind rain so much if it's actually raining, and not just cloudy with a drizzle. I prefer sunshine though. One of my favourite destressing activities is swinging on a playset (call me childish; I don't care. I also still sleep with stuffed animals) so I prefer sunshine in order to do that. But I've done it in the middle of a rainstorm too, so I just have to prepare for possibly ruining my clothes and freezing for hours afterward

14. what is your defining personality trait?

oh geez- how do I answer this without sounding like a complete narcissist? I wish it was 'character trait' instead. But personality trait? People have told me I'm funny, I'm a pessimist, and very creative (I've dabbled in writing stories of various genres, poems of all kinds, and even songs; I can paint with watercolour, draw with both coloured and graphite pencil; I've built some pretty cool fantasy builds with LEGO; I tried my hand at sewing, but sucked at it; slightly better at cross-stitch but I still hate it; I can do the basic knit stich; I am pretty good at crocheting--even did a section of an advanced quilt! and I think I should stop bragging now. If I was trying to avoid sounding like a narcissist I definitely failed)

off that rabbit trail- I think my biggest personality trait is my sensitivity. I'm very sensitive to verbal negativity (which is why I became a sarcastic bitch to try and hide the fact that I really just want to go to that corner over there and cry) as well as pain and other discomforts (both my own and others. It's rather annoying. Like my mom got a paper cut and just told me about it and I almost cried). I'm also sensory-oriented, so I can get sensory-overload very easily.

16. are you an only child? oldest/middle/youngest?

teehee nope! I am one of the oldest kids in a family of over a dozen

17. what would your superpower be? how would you use it?

uhh I'm an introvert, so teleportation would be nice. I have experienced a horrific amount of super-embarrassing moments (that probably nobody else thinks about I'm just overthinking it as usual) so it would be nice to just be able to yeet myself out of there so I don't have to endure the awkward silence.

but flight would be nice too . . . I could use that to look into bird's nests

and elemental control? like damn- FIRE?!

but seriously, my overthinking mind just gave electrokinesis like the ultimate god mod. Think about it, if you could sense and manipulate electricity, you could hack into people's phones and text them, you could have every stoplight be green, and SERIOUSLY--your brain has electricity in it- I COULD SENSE PEOPLE AND MAYBE EVEN MANIPULATE THEM. But, like in a freeze-your-body or slap-yourself-in-the-face kind of way. As for accessing memory banks, I don't think I could do that. BUT THEN- LET'S GET EVEN DEEPER WITH THIS- everything is made up of protons, electrons, and neutrons, so if I could manipulate that, could I like . . . transform?!

also, to any writers out there, please don't take that electrokinesis idea. I came up with that for a story 😭

21. the best ice cream flavor

I can't remember what it was called, but it was this ice cream that was basically a combination of cookies-n-cream, cookie chunk, and oreo ice cream, and it was a BOMB. If it has chocolate in it (unless it has peanut butter 🤮) chances are high I'm going to like it

[stoned-r0mantic]

Rainy Day

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Category: VERY FLUFFY

Prompt: It was a rainy day and Y/N decided to stay back on a hunt, so she stayed inside the bunker. The bunker wasn’t exactly angel proof because of Castiel. That is what led to a certain archangel joining her. And this is how the night went...

I hear rain splattering on my window. I just took a shower and I'm lying on my bed w/ just a robe on. I turn on a movie and as time passed i was really invested in the movie, so I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings. I sense someone behind me so I swiftly turn around and pull my knife on them "woah sweets you can put that down, it’s just me." I almost had a heart attack; it was just Gabriel.

The trickster angel, God was he attractive... I couldn’t tell him that though. Gabriel scared the shit out of me though. "So, you think I’m attractive?" Gabriel teased, with his signature fucking smirk. "Get out of my mind you bitch," you cursed. Of course, he was reading your mind. "Hun, you're just wearing a robe, is that for me?" He teased again and raised one eyebrow. Shit! You forgot you were just wearing that, your face heated up, "No!" You head to your closet in a rush and put on some clothes. You put on a baby blue cloud sweater and a white tennis skirt. (Or whatever cute outfit you want)

"Jeez Gabe, why are you even here?" You questioned. "Aww, I can't spend time with you y/n?" he said. You were kinda stuck on what to say. "Well do you want to join me watching movies?" You said, changing the subject as you pat the covers. He happily obliged. You two cuddled up together and watched a lilo and stich movie (dont judge I like Disney)

When the movie was over Gabe had to go deal with angel stuff, sadly. He gave you a little peck on the lips and poofed away, leaving you speechless. He just called you kitten and kissed you. Putting your hand to your lips, stunned.

"Well see you later kitten, I loved spending time with you" those words echoed through your mind all night.

[masterqwertster]

🏴‍☠️ What is the daily life in the ship like? And what would happen if they ever met a certain Captain Tusktooth and his crew (fucking Marius)

🏴‍☠️Hmmm... I mean, it's basically a lot of travel days. There's keeping the ship running, and then everyone has their little side projects they like to work on when they aren't hands on deck. Plus whatever interpersonal stuff is going on at the time.

Chetney still carves toys and stuff. And if he runs his personal stash of woodblocks out, he'll start doing embellishment on the ship. Or embellish because he's bored and feels like doing detail work without having to carve a basic shape.

Besides Zeph'aeratam practice (gotta stay sharp!), Orym likes working on the Green Cabin. Just a little druidcraft to encourage the growth, and experiment with different plants and growing fruit. Maybe a little woodcarving practice sine he knows the basics.

Ashton does decorative patch embroidery in their free time. And elemental meditations that sometimes fall into dunamis meditations just to try to figure out his powers more, but he's not too good at meditating.

Prism is usually working on one research project or another, and having the time of her life getting to test anything that comes to mind (as long as it doesn't threaten to sink/damage the ship)

Deanna stich and bitches with whoever sits down with her

Laudna works on whatever crafting project has caught her fancy

Imogen likes to sit with Laudna and a good book or meditate. She's also not great at meditating

FCG bakes or tries to give therapy

FRIDA works on their drawings in their free time

Fearne is unpredictable chaos

🏴‍☠️Chaos, plain and simple.

You've put Fearne and Jester within orbit of each other. Ashton and Chet (and Prism?) are there to egg them on. Deanna is willing to participate while only offering a slight Voice of Reason. Depending on his mood, Orym is there with Deanna. FRIDA is generally up for anything. Laudna is probably adding macabre twists to Jester and Fearne's ideas. FCG is trying to talk the crazy down, probably unsuccessfully. And Imogen and Fjord are watching, resigned to their friend/girlfriend's brand of crazy.

[boilyerheid]

(with my entire chest) STICH! AND! BITCH!

(I got you the Bridgens bit JUST FOR YOU BABE get your man)

"Oh Christ, I don't know how much more I can take of this," Gibson drops Lieutenant Hodgson's finished shirt on the pile and puts his head into his hands. Jopson very much understands the tired curl of his shoulders at such a display. "He's like a puppy, Jopson. A lovesick puppy."

"You, on the other hand, are unfailingly mature about your dear Cornelius."

"I'd rather have Bridgens here, waxing lyrical about Hephaestion and Alexander while making eyes at Peglar and nearly getting us all found out."

"I don't think there's a man aboard who doesn't know or care that dear old Mr Bridgens is an established sodomite, command included." Jopson glances sideways and catches Armitage about to jump in, speaking the interruption for him. "Except perhaps Lieutenant Irving."

"What are we going to do with him?"

"Leave well enough alone and let him work it out for himself, if he ever does," Jopson reasons. He's never seen the need to go poking sleeping dogs… aside from when Neptune is creating an ungodly stink during a command meeting. "You let me know if he comes onto you though, Tommy."

"Yes, don't let a man like that go fumbling at you," Billy agrees, shuddering with the weight of experience. "No matter what rank he is."

"You prefer your fumbles without rank, don't you?" Armitage snaps back, ears poking out red from under his curls from embarrassment about being talked to like a boy, and Jopson is about ready to box those ears if he doesn't wind his neck in. 

"Cornelius is a petty officer." Gibson rises to the bait, as he always does, and Tommy smirks at his bristling. "And at least he wants to be here. The Marines don't even-"

The beginnings of yet another re-trod argument are cut off by a rap at the door.

[yarmiko-art]

Meta Knight headcanons

Just to warn you, this is first time Im doing something like this, so it turned out to be a some sort of character study - a pretty long thing. English isn't my first language, so if there gonna be mistakes please let me know

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★ "Kirby, it's 4 p.m. time to get dismembered by my sword"

★ Vise mentor my ass, Meta. I mean, he is learning since he is pretty chill in Forgotten Land, but it's like the latest event at the timeline at the moment. 

★ He will lend a sword to a child and ask them to stab him as a training exercise. Meta actually believes that putting a high stress level on someone will make them learn better and faster

★ Despite extreme teaching methods, Meta does mean well. And he actually can give a good technical advice. The knight isn't hopeless, but he still needs to realise that teaching people to swim doesn`t equal yeeting them into a river. Metaphorically, of course. He didn`t push anyone there. Yet 

★ For a lone swordsman Meta has a lot of friends and people he cares about. His crew means the world to him even if they have a tendency to get on his nerves sometimes. Except Sailor Waddlle Dee, he can't be mad at Sailor Waddle Dee

★ Sailor and Meta have this Bilbo Baggins and Torin dynamic

★ Has a "secret" base near Orange Ocean even though locals are pretty aware of its existence ever since whole declaration of war on a Dreamland thing. Pretty secure place that serves him and the others Meta-Knights as home when Halberd isn't in a sky

★ Refers to the base as HQ to keep thing professional

★ He will never admit it but he LOVES dramatic entrances

★ Highly competitive borb. Completely unhinged on battlefield and there`s a lot of things that can be said battlefield 

★ Due to shame of his past tries to maintain his reputation as mature calculated, cool and stoic figure which isn't a lie, but 1/3 of Meta actual nature

★ Swears a lot, which is funny considering his usually polite and old-timey speech pattern. Still very snarky and creative on insults 

★ Despite that still the most mature member of a Dream Team. Which isn't a high achievement but it counts

★ Counties to be the most mature person on a ship in Star Allies until DMK enters the room. Then it throwing hands time. Dark has exceptional talent of breakdancing on Meta`s nerves and wont stop any time soon

★ Very unhealthy coping mechanism towards his fears. "Everything I'm afraid of is need to be stabbed, or I'm getting over it as quickly as possible"

★ He is a Nightmare creation. I'm a very basic bitch

★ In fact, Meta was conceived to be a copy of Galacta Knight, not just a replica of voidborn species in general. Which is ironic considering that Meta turned out to be an complete opposite: the color palette, the wings structure (the height in giginka-verse). Personality differences are in question since there isn't a reliable records of Galacta's life in general

★ Artificial voidborn baby turned out to be a disappointment, who ran away from Daddy Dearest at first opportunity

★ Fast forward to a crush landing on a Pop Star

★ Imagine the scene from Lilo and Stich, where Stich comes out from a wrecked shuttle in flames and laughs like a little shit he is. That's it. That's Meta.

★ It's basically Lilo and Stich from this point, but without Lilo, so Meta just does whatever he wants. And he wants nothing more than wrecking havoc on a land - nobody actually gave him a crush course on what's right and whats wrong

★ Cut to the meeting with young Prince Dedede. They`re not getting along at all. Therefore this is were the whole Sworn Rivals part comes from.

★ They would continue to be at each other throats (Quite literally on Metas end, this bastard had some SERIOUS teeth even as a child), but then there's Dark Nebula

★ In the best anime fashion they join forces to seal Dark Nebula away and Meta first time in his life experiences 🎉teamwork🎉 and positive interaction

★ "Did we just become best friends?"

★ First Friend™ obtained

★ Even though NME as organization in this timeline doesn't exist, monsters that Nightmare creates aka Wolfwrath and the others are pretty big threat, cause Dad of the Year sends a few of them after Meta to get voidborn back either dead or alive.

★ This is the reason Meta didn't stick at the castle After Dark Nebula incident and went on to make his own little home near Orange Ocean shore. Later this grows to be Meta-Knights HQ and a secret base

★ Remember scarfies? Those little bastards are not native to Dreamland or Pop Star in general. There was maybe a two or three of them sent, but they made a rabbit move and repopulated in a good Pop Star environment

★ Nightmare's beasts managed to influence planet ecosystem - they are not inherently evil, mostly are just animals with somewhat higher intellect than average, that left on their own when Sworn Rivals managed to seal Nightmare  away

★ Passed out when tried a chocolate bar for first time due to sugar overload. Scared Waddlle Dee's shitless

★ Reads chessy sappy romance novels as guilty pleasure. He knows most of them are pretty meh but silliness of writing is bringing him some enjoyment

★ At the time he just met Blade and Sword, Meta always had trouble with recognizing which of the two is Sword and which of the two is Blade. Not his fault tho - those two never specified who is who during introduction. And that`s how his Mysterious Silence™ was invented. He will take this secret to the grave

★ You can catch Meta whistling when he is bored and alone. He ain`t the best whistler and struggles with it sometimes. It`s better to pretend you didn`t hear him

★ “Halbert isn`t a playground! Ignore Kirby, this one.... This one doesn`t count“

★ Involuntary dad to the rapidly growing group of kids (which has a lot of parent figures). He is opposite of Dedede here. Dedede embraces new children, especially in Pre-Forgotten Land phase