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spliffymae · 1 year

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WRITTEN OFF.

synopsis: did toji think he would get his reality check from his teenage son? no, but he also didn’t think he’d lose you as a wife…things happen.

⚠️ blackfem!reader, mentions of underage drug use, mentions of cheating, megumi gives toji emotional hell, toji feeling guilty as sin!

kio’s notes - third installment purrr ! y’all this ran on so another part is coming lmao. but this part really focuses on toji and megumi’s dynamic. also part 4 is gonna be the LAST part. scouts honour🤞🏽

pt.1 , pt.2 :)

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toji never realized how big he actually was. like, he never took in account how big his hands are, how they used to engulf yours in a hold.

he never noticed how much of the space on your bed he took up. he would always sleep with you tucked under his arm, so he expected to be sharing a decent and equal amount of space with you. but oh was he wrong. toji would sprawl out on the bed with you tucked into one side, like a child holding on to their stuffed teddy bear for dear life.

he paid no mind to the way parents at megumi’s school would gawk when he would show up for an after school fundraiser or event. it was rare, that he would make an appearance, but when he did he was always met with the longing eyes of the teachers, the narrowed envious eyes of some fathers, and the flirty quips from other kids’ mothers.

toji was a big man, but never took his size into account. that is, until, his first day as a single father. rin was lying in his bed watching bluey as he sorted through some files for his next mission.

now, toji hadn’t been paying attention to the show. honestly he didn’t know what a bluey was. all he knew was it was the only show that kept his little girl happy, so it was the only show he played when she was awake.

you had dropped rin to him for the first time when she was six months. toji was clear with you he wanted her after the first couple months because he knew how dependent she was and he couldn’t provide that for her. so he began to get her regularly after her six-month mark.

but as she sat with her pacifier in her mouth, snuggled back against toji’s pillow, she reached out for her fathers hand. her tiny hand grabbed his index finger, the digit itself was all she could fit in her palm and toji sworn his heart doubled in size. toji hadn’t realized just how big he was until rin pulled his hand to her, and his hand alone covered her entire torso.

toji took his attention off the files and picked up his baby girl, giving rapid kisses to her chubby cheeks. rin’s giggles were heard over the sound of the show, her noise bringing toji to smile. he missed hearing her laugh.

it had been a rough three months since the incident with megumi. you hadn’t stopped him from seeing rin, but after the way things ended he threw himself in work to avoid facing you and her. don’t get him wrong, he loved his daughter with every fiber of his being. he would carry the weight of the world if she asked him. but god, did his heart not twinge every time he was around her.

how could it not? she looked just like you!

she reminded him of everything he could’ve had. the playful banter on how she looked like you but loved him; the four of you sitting at the dining table enjoying family dinners; the warm and comforting knowledge that after every gruesome and god awful mission, he had a family to return home to.

he had none of that.

instead he had a three bedroom apartment that was empty every other week. he had silence to come home to after missions. he had no one to come home to, megumi split his time between you house and toji’s, but stayed mainly with you because you lived closer to his school, to his friends.

(he also preferred to come home to a present parent, but left that out of his explanation to toji—y’know, for obvious reasons.)

speaking of, megumi has walked into his fathers room with his phone pressed to his ear, being held by his shoulder. he held a bowl of dissolvable crackers and a sippy cup of water.

“yeah umi, she’s good….okay, will do…have fun tonight.” he put the snack and drink on toji’s nightstand and grabbed his phone to hang up. he looked down at his sister, who was holding onto her dad’s shoulder to stand as she looked at the show.

“looks like you’re with me when we go home tonight, rinny.” megumi smiled and took up a cracker, handing it to his sister. rin’s eyes shifted from the tv to the food, smiling and spitting out her pacifier. she grabbed onto the cracker and began to go to town on it.

“why just you two?” toji piped up. he watched as megumi sat on the side of his bed, lying back so rin was now between the two. the young fushiguro put his arm behind his head and crossed his legs.

“umi’s goin’ out. told me to make sure rin gets bathed when we get home.” megumi was nonchalant with his delivery.

he wasn’t stupid, he knew what had happened between the two of you. he knew about his fathers betrayal and frankly, he couldn’t grasp what his father was thinking. megumi knew toji was an asshole, he knew that there was no other as dense and selfish as toji, yet he was always able to give his father the benefit of the doubt.

that was until he broke your heart, and in the process, the family you two had created. megumi couldn’t give the benefit of the doubt. not that time.

he was disgusted in his father’s actions. he felt like toji betrayed him. why would he ruin such a good thing for his son?

“why didn’t she call me? rin coulda slept over here.” toji spoke with a bit of a hurt tone. he was rin’s father. after you, it was him who was her guardian. why did it feel like you trusted megumi with rin more than him, her own father?

megumi sighed, “do you have a mission tomorrow?” he asked, turning his head to look at his father. toji was staring at rin, who now sat on the bed, resting against her older brother’s crossed legs. she was still deep into her show, not paying any of them any kind.

toji couldn’t help but feel jealous. rin wasn’t a big cuddler with him. at most she would only hold his hand. she would never lie on him the way she did megumi.

“m’not sure. awaiting a green light from a client so…” toji mumbled back.

“anddd that’s why.” megumi said, turning back to look at the tv.

toji knew, but god did he hate it.

the unpredictability of his job. not knowing when he’d get a client’s call, when he’s have to leave to go off somewhere. of course he couldn’t keep rin. hell, he couldn’t keep megumi. that’s why he gave him to you in the first place.

“i just need you to watch him whenever i go on missions.” he had said to you as he held a sleeping megumi in his arms. the boy was about nine or ten when toji first arrived at your doorstep. he had gotten your address from geto, a mutual friend.

“i watch pets, fushiguro. not kids. did geto not clarify that with you?” you would watch geto’s snakes while he went on missions, and would often house sit for gojo—but never kids. that was too much of a responsibility.

“think of it as just…a very big pet. please, i have no one else and i’ll pay you well. moneys not a problem.” toji was desperate.

you rolled your eyes but open your door so he could come in, “there’s a guest room upstairs, put him there and wake him up to explain what’s happening. and i want a million yen for this.”

toji smiled, his heavy boots hitting your hardwood floors as he walked megumi to the stairs and up to the room. “ ‘preciate ya, darlin’.”

“whatever.” he muttered in respond to megumi. he didn’t say anything after that. no, instead he went back to his file, looking through the different pages of information on his target.

his phone vibrated from his night table, it was a text.

geto

drinks tonight? say 8?

toji responded ‘yes’, and asked geto where they’d be meeting. god knows he needed a drink. he needed a break from all this.

the two fushiguro men sat with rin between them, neither of them speaking to each other. megumi was mindlessly scrolling on his social media timeline, every now and again texting his group chat with yuji and nobara.

the day after he came home high, he didn’t even try to explain himself to his dad—not because he couldn’t, because he didn’t want to. all he did was send a quick text apologizing for the incident and left it at that.

but you?

the young man showed up at your door with a cheesecake he bought from the bakery up the road as a sorry for inconveniencing you. he promised to give you a weekend of rest and he’d take care of rin as his way of thanking you for coming to get him.

“you don’t have to do that, megs.” you had turned his offer down with a soft pat to his cheek and a warm smile. “i just want you to be okay, love…are you?”

and god, megumi could feel his whole facade of a nonchalant persona break from your question. he wasn’t okay—not in the slightest! all he wanted was a family under one roof, a unit of loyalty and trust.

but instead, he was going back and forth between his father and you. between absence and presence, inconsistency and a pattern. he hated it. he wanted to scream, to shout—beg you to take his father back. not for toji’s benefit (he could give a crap about that), but for him. he had gone to long without parental stability. and when you came into the picture he was positive he finally had what he had longed for. a mom, a family.

“m’okay, umi. promise.” he swallowed back his plea and presented you with a happy-less smile. it didn’t reach his eyes, and unfortunately for megumi, you took note of that. you had become a master at faking a smile.

“i love you, megumi. and you can talk to me about anything that’s troubling you, you know that.”

and he did. he knew if he had any problem, any question, any feeling…you would be there to help him solve it.

except this one. he couldn’t ask you to help him with this one. it would be selfish to ask you to go back to toji for him, for rin.

no, he couldn’t ask you to do that. but he could ask for answers. and what was the luck he was in the room with the only man that had them. “i do them because of you, the drugs.” he said to break the silence.

toji stopped what he was doing and looked at megumi with narrow eyes, “do? hell you mean do?” because it wasn’t the fact it was because of him that got toji’s attention—he knows he fucked up his son. but it was megumi’s tense of the verb. it wasn’t past.

“it’s mainly weed.” he said casually, adding a shrug to further prove his nonchalance. “i smoke some weed or i take a pill. it helps me forget, disassociate.”

rin had fallen asleep with her head against his thigh, her afternoon nap sneaking up on her when she least expected it. megumi rubbed her back in soothing small circles.

“you’re a kid, megumi. there’s nothing for you to disassociate from.” toji dismissed his son, but he knew you’d slap him across his head for it. that wasn’t what needed to be said. but how did he know what to say? you were so much better at megumi’s feelings then he was.

megumi shook his head with a dry chuckle leaving his lips, “you ruined my youth, dad. the least you could do is not act like i’m making all this up.” megumi gave him a knowing look, one to tell him to cut the act.

he knew his father. hell, he knew his father better than the older man knew him. he knew toji’s tells and mechanisms, kind of like you did. he was observant like you.

“it’s not like i planned this, alright? losing umi wasn’t in my new year goals.” toji snapped back. he was growing tired of the guilt in his stomach. it was a hot and icky mess that he felt no ease from. even after months of not speaking to you, he still felt the same guilt.

“why’d you do it, then? umi was the only one to put up with your bullshit. she was there for me and you when we needed her. she gave us everything.” megumi was unpacking all his feelings. he was fed up, and rightfully so. because why did he always have to pay the price for toji’s idiocy?

toji had heard enough. his sons words weren’t helping the raging guilt in his body. they definitely weren’t soothing the heartache in his chest. he packed away the files and placed them back in his briefcase. he shut it and slid it under his bed. “i don’t gotta explain myself to you, brat.”

he got up to leave, which was comical to him. it was his apartment. it was his roof, his room. and yet he felt powerless under it with his son and daughter there.

“of course you don’t—you never do. but you will, to rin. when she gets older and asks you why she can’t remember you, or why she has more memories with umi’s new boyfriend than you. you don’t think she’s going to wonder why she barely has photos of you? or why you and her mom don’t speak? what do you say then, dad? you shut her down the way you shut me down?”

again, it wasn’t what megumi was saying—well it was. but there was a certain bit that really struck toji. he had stopped in his tracks, right at his room’s door.

“…what boyfriend?”

pt. 4

#🌞🍃spliffymae #jjk⋞〈⏣》⋟#anime x black!reader #SoundCloud #toji fushiguro x black reader #toji x reader #cheating #megumi fushiguro #jjk x black reader #angst #jjk toji #baby daddy toji

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natriae · 1 year

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ooo can you write some HCs for osamu please

Osamu headcanons

warnings// angstly ngl, talks of anger, feeling worth less

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i completed headcanon that he completely broke down when he told atsumu he wouldn't be going to college for volleyball

he was planning on never telling him but mama miya held him while he told atsumu

it was one of the hardest moments for him and he will never admit it to anyone but he cuddled atsumu as they cried in each others arms that night

OSAMU IS A BIG CUDDLER (he will never admit it tho)

His brother's opinion is very important to him

While in highschool he was often in Atsumu's shadow but it lead him to be a lot closer to his mom

This is where his cooking passion began

Mama miya would comfort him when he came home distressed from no one noticing him, and to take his mind of it she began baking with him

noticing baking was not his forte the two moved on to cooking

everyday in highschool osamu would make a bento for atsumu because seeing his face light up from the delicious food made his day

one day in highschool he made a girl chocolates to confess his love but she turned him down because she liked atsumu

so to this day he's slightly on edge that people only get close to him to get to atsumu

For his 25th birthday he went to go purchase the space where he would have Onigiri Miya, but panicked because he found out someone already bought it

that night on the way home to celebrate he got a call to meet atsumu

Atsumu covered Osamu's eyes a brought him to the door of what will be Onigiri Miya

The Miyas bought the space for Osamu to start his business, and they bought the apartment above the restaurant so he could live close by

Osamu first met you when you and your friends came in to watch the MSBY game at Onigiri Miya

He pretended he didn't have any feelings for the mysterious customer, but then you showed up more and more and he couldn't help but replace who was at the register when you were there and he also wanted to make sure you were getting food made specifically by him

Atsumu of course knew about his brother infatuation so he decided he would solve the problem himself

safe to say that both brothers learned that day that you do not trust Miya Atsumu

to be fair Atsumu was lowkey rizzing you up (because ofc he would) and you pushed him away and called the other Miya to take care of his brother

later that evening when Osamu was beginning to clean the restaurant up for the night he made sure to stop by your table and apologize for his brother

of course you said everything was okay but Osamu couldn't help, but be his curious self and wonder why you turned him down

i mean thats the first time he's seen a girl do that

"Osamu, you know why i come in here all the time. It's not cause the food is amazing, thats just a plus,"

"Well i thought you were coming in to get close to Atsumu-," He heard you giggle.

"no silly. I come here all the time to see you...i'm y/n"

"i know"

"ofc you do," you giggled again

certified lover boy™

i don't think i need to go into much detail about how good of a boyfriend Osamu is

But one time you made him sweets and you discovered that osamu miya LOVES sweets

his face gets all red and he's so content with life

you joked on time that he's only looking for a girl that will be like his mother and bro got really offended i mean like one time yall were cuddling and he began falling asleep and immediately stopped himself cuz he didn't want you to make a freud joke

safe to say he will always be a mama's boy. When his mom got older and needed personal care he made sure to have a place in his house for her

He wants a big family. He's always wanted his own kids so when he found out you were pregnant he was praying for triplets like a mad man

he doesn't let you do anything while your pregnant

lowkey got jealous of his own kids because you were cuddling them more then him

HE LOVES BLUEY (hes on the bluey agenda ofc)

when Osamu gets mad he gets mad. The first time you witnessed it you got really scared but your like the black widow to his hulk. You always take him away for the issue and calm him down

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #atsumu miya #miya osamu #osamu headcanons #osamu imagine #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya #osamu fluff

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blurban-form · 5 months

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Things in “Bluey” that aren’t good design for dog-people (1/?)

There are a number of everyday objects on Bluey that seem to be holdovers from human-world real life, they don’t seem to be ergonomically designed for dog-people.

This is probably because if they were redesigned, they’d be weird-looking to (human) viewers!

(Not an all-inclusive list!)

Headphones/headphone-style hearing protection

I know dogs have good hearing, but old-style (earmuff-style) headphones don’t cover dog ears!

Smartphones

Smartphones for humans are small but they do span the space between a human’s ear and the mouth. Again, I guess dogs have good hearing but it’s still a long way from Mum’s ear to the speaker on her phone.

An elongated dogbone-like design might be better?

Bikini-top digital sticker on Faceytalk

This is a funny addition when Muffin makes her Dad appear as a gorilla… but nobody on Bluey needs a bikini top, how would they even know what these are?

Parkade door access control

Mentioned this before; I guess this only partially counts because humans sometimes have problems with these too!

#Bluey ergonomics #Bluey - conspiracy theory that Bluey takes place in a post-human world #Bluey

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raph-stims · 1 year

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Mackenzie, you know what's here now, you don't need to keep coming back to this place.

gif one: a pale hand flipping read covers and then metallic, rounded switches which, in turn, turned on a light showing that whatever the switches being flipped, enabled or turned something on

gif two: a point of view shot in a car driving in a tunnel and coming out the other end, with light flooding into the tunnel

gif three: the helmet of an astronaut diving towards the earth

gif four: a feminine looking white person in a large pool tube going down a waterslide. the slides cover lights up in red, blue, yellow, and white lights.

image: Mackenzie, a black and white border collie from the show Bluey. there is purple yarn tied around his waist and he is midfall, standing on one foot and both of his legs are in the air.

gif five: a white person sliding down a water slide, the slide tube cover lights up in blue and white lights for a bit, goes dark and then lights up in blue stars.

gif six: a point of view shot in a space station pointing at the earth, filled with clouds

gif seven: a point of view shot inside a car, where the car is driving through a tunnel, then coming out the other end, where you can see a purple sky sunset

gif eight: a white hand spinning some kind of white handled bit on a space station switchboard. the hand spins the bit and it spins so hard it starts to float off the board.

#Bluey #Bluey Space #Mackenzie Border Collie #space #astronaut #earth #space station #switch #switchboard #slide #waterslide #tunnel #stimblr #stim #stimmy #stimming #stimboard #tw hands

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rhodesrider · 1 year

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comfort with rhea x little!fem reader please? in need of some of that rn🥲

Finding Out

Rhea R. x Little! Fem! Reader

SFW 18+! Minors DNI!

Warning: Fluff, Age regression, slight panic attack

Y/N closed the door behind her and sighed in relief. Finally she was off work. Her brain felt so fuzzy. She sat on the bedroom floor getting her phone about to text her girlfriend Rhea but she just looked at the screen.

She was slipping and didn’t know it.

Y/N felt sticky and gross. She went to the bathroom to shower. After she got out she dried herself off and she got an a big shirt and underwear. She started to bite on her fingers and went to look for her pacifier. She found a clean one covered in her drawer and put on Bluey getting her stuffed elephant and laying down. She felt safe now, like a breath of fresh air. But soon the little realized that she was hungry. She got off the bed and went out the room to get some snacks and put some apple juice in her sippy cup. She was humming the theme song blaring in the main room just carefree. She made sure that the cup was closed and grabbed some grapes and some crackers.

Rhea sighed pulling up coming home, she smiled seeing her girlfriends car. “Good she’s home safe. I can just chill with her.” She just got back from a whole day of rehearsals and practice with the rest of the roster getting ready for the next PPV. She walked in her house dropping her backs closing the door locking it. “Baby I’m home!” She heard rustling and the door slamming and locking. Rhea soon got worried and went to the back of the home but stopped at the kitchen. There was the apple juice and fruit just open. “Baby?” She got to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. “Baby what are you doing? Are you ok?” She heard the tv shut off next and rolled her eyes getting the door key and getting it unlocked quick. “Y/N?”

Y/N was hiding in the bathroom shaking not knowing what to do. Rhea has never seen her like this. And she’s terrified of what she could say if she found out about how she copes. She tried to get up from the floor of the bathroom quietly but a bottle of soap fell down alerting Rhea. She knocked on the door. “Y/N what is wrong with you?” She asked very worried about her girl. Rhea looked at the bed seeing coloring books and her small mason jar like bottle full of juice. She turned the tv back on seeing that Bluey a kids show was the recent thing she was watching. “Baby I really wanna see you right now…” Y/N sighed and she got up going to the door and peeking out seeing Rhea looking dead at her. “Baby are you ok?” Y/N opened the door nodding and rubbing her arm. She was nervous. “No your not, come here please.” Rhea sighed and Y/N grew more and more nervous. “No please..” Y/N soon had tears fall and started to sob breaking down. “Hey hey princess it’s ok…” Rhea got closer slowly and opened her arms offering a hug. Y/N got in the hug shaking. “Now what’s going on baby?”

Y/N explained her regression, what she does it for, why is it important, when she does it and why she kept it from Rhea. After that Y/N feel into a deep non-verbal state. “Hey, if you want, we can watch Bluey together..” she smiles and picked up a coloring book. “Hey you made this?” Y/N nodded some. “Baby you did an amazing job.” Rhea smiles examining the sheet. “Can I put it on the fridge?” Y/N nodded actually a bit happy but she was still unsure, last people weren't having it with her little space. “Hey, you know you never have to be nervous around me. Or keep anything from me. I love you and if it helps you I support it. As long as it doesn't harm you.” Rhea smiled. She unpaused bluely and lifted Y/N up back on the bed giving her the stuffed animal and she hugged it close smiling. Rhea smiled and she went to get ready for her shower. “I'll be back sweetie.” Y/N nodded and she started watching tv again.

Rhea spent the night learning about her girlfriend. But from a different prospect. When she's little she loves pink and flowers and chocolate. When she's regular she hates the sight of pink, likes dark chocolate and roses. It was different and honest easy to keep up with. Y/N started to get sleepy and lay on Rhea. “Sweetie you tired?” she whispered and wanted to lay her in bed, but Y/N started to whine and hold on to her. “Mama...” she sniffles. “Ok ok don't worry baby.” she smiled and started to rock her some playing with her hair. “I got you.” Y/N didn't take long and started to fall asleep. Rhea smiled and kissed her forehead. Rhea whispered low as she turned the down the tv holding her close.

“I'll do anything for you baby girl.”

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe rhea ripley #wwe judgement day #sfw agere #age regressor #age regression

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 12 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 13

Summary : The more time passes the more you get worried about Bluey wanting to go out and see the world.

Warning : 18+ SEX, smut, Mentions of torture, Rogers being an ass

You opened your arms as you kept the note aside and he instantly climbed into your bed.

"Thank you, thank you bluey thank you and I love you too ..so much..so so much" his eyes got teary as he heard your voice breaking but he knew you were happy. He could tell. He kissed your forehead and hugged you tightly, your words filled his heart with so much content.

You pointed towards yourself, made a heart sign with your hands by bending your index fingers down and touching your thumbs together. The rest of the fingers flared like the wings of an angel and then you gestured towards him

"That's how you say I love you, when you are not able to write that's how you can tell me that you love me" He imitated the gesture you made and you smiled. His mouth curved into a smile as well. Then he laid you down on the bed and held you in his arms as you both slept. It was a bit difficult for you to sleep after the lovemaking and with millions of thoughts running in your head but your body was exhausted and it helped you.

You couldn't stop thinking about the love confession, you have had men tell you that they loved you but you never felt it. If they really loved you they wouldn't have left. It was just the way he did it that made you want to laugh and cry all at once, he felt something and even though he couldn't speak he wanted to convey the message to you somehow.

Next morning when you woke up, he was sleeping in the freezer. You looked at him and it made you feel so fuzzy, you just wanted to climb in there and cuddle him in that small confined space, however you knew you'd get hypothermia and die.

You got showered, and your fingers trailed over your skin. The way he touched you so gently last night while he fucked you made you flush and gush again, he made love to you for real, it wasn't just physical, it was pure love.

You quickly got dressed, it was Sunday tomorrow and you felt so excited to spend all day with him, to wake up with him and to stay in the bed for a little longer. When you started to make breakfast he peeked his head up from the freezer and looked at you

"Good morning sugar" you smiled as you looked at him and he climbed out, he walked over to you and hugged you from behind, pressing several soft kisses on your neck.

"I have some time before I have to leave, do you want to go get freshened up? We can have breakfast together" he nodded as you said that, kissed your cheeks one by one and made his way to the bathroom. It was 5 am, and you had to leave in half an hour. You walked towards the bed and picked up his note from the bedside drawer, you were going to get it framed and keep it safe. Everytime you looked at it, it made your heart flutter.

"You know what tomorrow is?" You asked him as you both sat down on the couch to eat and he shook his head so you passed him the mini calendar you had. You kept your eyes on him while he tried to figure it out,

"Woooooo woooooo" he got so excited and he kept pointing towards Sunday.

"Amazing, I knew you'd figure it out Blu" he finished his breakfast as fast as he could then placed his head down on your lap while you ate.

He must get lonely, it wasn't possible for Phil to get here everyday so you had to do something about it. You left for the facility soon after and you couldn't stop smiling. You felt so thrilled that you will get to see him after a long day, and you couldn't wait to make love to him again.

"What is that? A love bite?" Natasha asked you while you both were cleaning the men's bathroom and you gasped, you freed your hair from the tie to hide it. You didn't have any make up products to cover it, you just owned two lipsticks and an eyeliner .

"Ummm yess, and from this moment I have decided that I'd call it a frostbite" she smiled and grinned like a cheshire cat as you said that

"So ummm just out of curiosity, how's it like having sex with a non human entity?" your face flushed as she reminded you of that, you stopped cleaning the sink and thought about it. It was definitely different but so right.

"It actually feels..right, so right. It feels better than any kind of intimacy I have had before. When I get home and he sees me, he doesn't care who I am out in the world or what I do for a living. He doesn't know what I lack or how imperfect I am to everyone else. He just sees me and he hears me, I feel heard" Her eyes teared up as you finished speaking but she didn't want you to see that. She had a hard time sharing emotions like that.

"Okay that's nice but I meant to ask about his ..you knowwwww..down there" you chuckled as she said that.

"It is ..ribbed for pleasure" she chuckled but you both got quiet as the door opened and Rogers walked in. Great , just the man you didn't want to see at all. You looked at him from the mirror view and continued to do your job as if he didn't exist, you truly wished that was true in that moment. You told Natasha about what happened that day in his office, she was livid, extremely furious but just like you she didn't have any solution for it.

"Oh don't let me interrupt your chat ladies" he smiled and Natasha gave him one too even though deep down she wanted to smash his head on the sink.

Just to humiliate you two further, he dirtied up the urinal he used and peed all around it like an animal. Even Bluey never did that and this bastard had the audacity to call him an animal when he wasn't even worthy of being called one. At Least animals had feelings. When he left Natasha picked up a bucket of water and threw at it.

"What kind of person does that?" She asked you and you took a deep breath

"I think he knows something, there's something going on in his head"

"Really? He doesn't seem the type to stay quiet if he did" she told you and you nodded.

Once Rogers left the facility, Bruce asked for you to see in his office after lunch so you went to go see him. He was standing behind his desk writing down something,

"How are you y/n?" He asked you and you smiled

"I'm good sir thank you"

"And him?" He looked at you intently

"He's fine, I'm doing my best, it's just, winter is still far away and I ..I just feel like he'd lose his mind. My apartment is really small, there's not much room for him to roam around" he thought about it and nodded

"Just keep him busy, engaged and stimulated"

Oh you knew how to do that really well

"I mean mentally" your face flushed at the blatant remark so you quickly changed the topic.

"He said my name yesterday, he's learning to write words, speak, and different other things, he's very intelligent" He sighed as that's exactly the reason why he was caught.

"That's why they wanted him, and they are looking for him. I pointed all the signs towards Oscorp industries but sooner or later Starks will get to the root of it. Just be careful" you nodded as he said that

"Umm do you know if there are more like him out there? A family maybe?" He looked at you curiously and shook his head

"Nah I don't think so, if there were more the whole world would have learned about it by now, and Rogers definitely wouldn't leave them behind and just bring one with him, especially now, if there were more he would go back and replace him instead of finding him like a maniac" you sighed as he said that. He gave you another check to cover his expenses and you took it without any hesitation or shame.

That day you purchased a board of scrabbles while on the way home. Mental stimulation is necessary like Bruce said and it would help him learn more. You also saw something in the alley and you thought about whether or not Bluey was ready for it. When you reached your apartment, he was staring out the window and at that moment you just felt bad for him. He must want to get out of here and see the whole world.

"Bluey" you called out to him and he instantly skipped his steps towards you and hugged you tightly.

"I missed you too" you smiled and he continued to hold you in his arms with his head hidden in the crook of your neck.

"I brought something for us to play with" You showed him the board and he sat down on the floor so you could teach him how to play with that. As usual he understood the point of it really quickly. The first word he made was your name. That made your heart swell but the feeling lasted for a few seconds because in that very moment you were met with a hard cold rotten truth about your relationship with him.

You had realised that to him you are his whole world, not because he loves you but because you're all he knows. It's because he doesn't know anything else or what more is out there for him to explore. He doesn't know that there are different people, and women much worthy of being with a man like him. Your eyes teared up at the thought so he scooted closer to you and kissed you softly.

"I love you" you mumbled and he made the gesture you taught him last night with his hands. You smiled and kissed him again, you didn't know what will happen when he goes back to Alaska and gets his memory back but you just wanted to cherish these moments with him for now. Maybe they will last a lifetime when he leaves you and you're all alone again.

He laid you on the floor underneath him, kissing all the way down until your head touched the floor. He noticed the mark on your neck and stared at it. He was probably going to heal it but you held his hand

"It's okay I love it, love the marks you give me and I want more, give me more" you rubbed his lips with your fingers, turning your head towards the other side you tapped on the side of your neck, and he sucked harshly. You arched your back into him and moaned his name as you felt so floaty all of a sudden. Pulling your skirt up, he slid down your underwear, taking it off your legs, the floor underneath felt cold just like your surroundings, just like the man on top of you. But your heart felt so warm, your body felt the heat that only increased more and more with every touch of his finger.

You didn't know when he took his boxers off or when he wrapped your legs around him, you only remembered feeling hazy as his cock pumped in and out of you, you have never been fucked on the floor like this, it was new and exhilarating, made you think about the places he could take you on.

Everytime you left him in the morning he just waited for you to get back to him, he just wanted to hold you close, touch you and kiss you. He wanted to know more about you, what you liked, what you hated, he wanted to know everything so he wouldn't do anything that will make you hate him.

He didn't know how your life has been before you met him but the thought of you having other special friends made him feel something different. He didn't know what this feeling was, or what to name it but he knew he just wanted to you to be his and his only. Only he gets to do with you what he was doing to you right now, only he gets to hear the sounds you were making under him and only he gets to love you and sex you up like this.

He growled as the feeling overwhelmed him. You are his, you are only his.

"Ohhh sugar god yess you make me cum so good, I have never felt like this before" you mumbled in his ear as his fingers played with your clit while his hips continued to roll and thrust, he placed his other hand on your face to hold your cheek and you instantly sucked on his thumb. His breath hitched at the erotic sight, filthy images branded in his head as he thought about your lips being wrapped around his intimate part. Then the image flipped and he pictured himself between your legs, sucking on those swollen nubs between your lips, he wanted to taste your juices right from its source.

He wasn't wrong about the several ways you can play with each other bodies and he wanted to do it all with you.

He panted heavily as he finally let go and filled you up to the brim, your state wasn't any better, he exhausted you completely and you loved it.

"I love youuuu" you whispered under your breath and he pulled you closer to him, the moments after he was done orgasming were always important to him. That's when he wanted to shower you in kisses and gentle touches. Not that he didn't want to do it rest of the time.

Next morning you woke up early and went downstairs to the alley right next to your apartment. You saw something there yesterday and you wanted to surprise him with it.

When he woke up he was met with a fluffy moving ball of a kitten in your hand. He growled as he looked at it first

"No growling, she's a friend okay? Say hi to her'' you told him as you pressed a kiss on top of Kitty's head. He tilted his head and raised his hands forward, you felt a little scared giving her to him but you knew he won't harm her.

He purred as soon as he held her then he wrapped his arms around her and snuggled her. You smiled as they both really looked adorable and you wanted to capture these moments so you ran to Phil's apartment and knocked on his door with urgency, then you asked him to bring his camera. He clicked so many pictures of you with Bluey and your new kitty. He told you that he'll get them developed soon.

"We have to name her, a name for her" you told him as he continued to pet her, he wasn't letting her go from his side even for a second.

He tilted his head as he thought of a name then he remembered something he saw in the alphabet book. So he gave the kitten to you and brought the book to show you the page with letter C

"Cat" you spoke the word and he nodded, he pointed towards the kitten and then the picture

"Cat yes she will become a cat someday" he shook his head as you said that and you looked at him confused "Cat? You want to name her cat?" You asked him and he nodded. You couldn't help but smile at his innocence.

"Okay cat it is then, hello little cat" you cooed to her and that made him smile. You taught him to feed her on time and you also made a sweater for her from your old clothes that you didn't need. You didn't want to get her sick as the AC was on all the time. However you decided to not keep her when you were there with him.

Phil already had two cats so you gave her to him for the rest of the day and he dropped her every morning so she could accompany Bluey when you left for work. You just figured that such a cold environment wouldn't be good for a kitten like her. So you, Phil and Bluey all got to have the custody of Miss Cat.

A week passed and you only got happier and happier as your relationship grew with him but you often found him staring out the window and then it made you feel guilty, the way he looked at you whenever you stepped out of the house made you feel even worse. You just knew he wanted to go out there and see the world you lived in. Explore new places, meet new people and learn about them.

What you didn't know was that he didn't look at you that way because he wanted to go out but because you left him here while you went out alone. He didn't want to see the world, he just wanted to live in the world you lived in, with you, for you. He didn't stare out the window because he dreamt of escaping, he just wanted to walk with you on those streets, holding your hand and seeing the beautiful sights together. He knew there were bad people out there but he met someone like you and he was lucky that you found him, that you helped him get out of there. And he wanted to do the same, he just wanted to protect you like you protected him but he couldn't do it if he was trapped in here.

He feared that those bad people would hurt you, hurt his whole world and make her cry from her pretty eyes. That's what went around in his head all the time but you had no idea about it. None

And he only wished he was capable of saying it out loud. Each and every emotion that he felt for you he wanted to share it with you but it was really difficult for him.

He knew you wanted to take him back home when the winter would arrive, you kept saying that to him and every time you told him that his heart broke in pieces, the heart that beat for you cried silent tears.

Because you are his home and he always wanted to stay with you.

Only you.

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Pregnancy Announcement- pt 3: The Seresins

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!oc

characters: jake seresin, fem!oc (sarah), the seresins

warnings: language, marrige, pregnancy, fluffy domestic hangman, church (mentioned), im sorry if I missed any

word count: ~1.4k

a/n: this is part 3 of a 3 part headcannon of Sarah and Jake telling there friends and family of their pregnancy. however they are keeping the twins a secret from everyone other than Alyssa and Rooster

this is the next part in this oc series, which is inspired by @roosterscockpit ‘s ( @milesdickpic ) story ‘His Little Girl’ and yes the oc is based on me (but is mainly fantasy me lol)

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Sarah and Jake called his family the same day, only about an hour after they had talked to her family.

They had sent Jack and Delilah a little pair of boots and a note that said ‘don’t open until we facetime’. And mugs that said ‘memaw’ and ‘granddad’. And a little cow plushie for them to hold onto.

Jake sent a quick text to the group chat and then made the call.

Everyone picked up relatively at once.

A chorus of ‘hello’s and childrens’ giggles in the background greeted the couple before they could open their mouths.

“Hey guys!” Jake greeted them. Sarah smiling and waving at the camera, “Hey, y’all!”

A little gasp was heard before little feet padded across the tile, “Unkie J!” Jake’s eyes lit up, “PJ!! Hi, buddy! Oh you’ve gotten so big.”

Sarah looked up at Jake, seeing the bright smile on his face as his 3 year old nephew talked near nonsense to him.

“Unkie J! Coconuts have WATER in them!” Peyton exclaimed, getting close to the camera.

Jake’s eyes widened in confusion and he looked down at Sarah, “What?”

Sarah laughed, “It’s a Bluey reference, my students talk about the show all the time.”

Addison laughed, “Oh my goodness! This little guy loves that show, don’t ya bub?” Peyton didn’t answer and just got closer to the microphone, “Coconuts have water in them.” He whispered it this time.

“Did he skip his after church nap?” Sarah asked, realizing the kid was probably just sleepy.

“Yes, but he wanted to see y’all.” The blonde boy gasped, “Aunt Sawah!”

Sarah laughed, “Hi Pey Jay!” “Aunt Sawah, did you know that I’m king of the squirrels?”

Jake had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

“Wow! Really? How’d that happen?”

Zach laughed, “He was playing outside and Blakely screamed because PJ was chasing her with a squirrel.” “I’M KING OF THE SQUIRRELS!” PJ ran off.

“JAKE DID THAT TO ME!” Paisley yelled pointing at Jake through the screen.

Sarah looked up at Jake, “Did you actually chase her with a squirrel, Jake Thomas?” “I may have…” Sarah’s jaw dropped. “I knew you chased her with a snake, but a squirrel? How the hell did you even catch it?”

Jake shrugged, “I just kinda-” He made a catching motion. “Wait, how’d you know about the snake?” “Jake, she’s my best friend. We shared a living space for years.”

“You told her?” “Yeah JT, she was telling me about the time her sister threw a Doctor Pepper bottle at her other sister and busted her eyebrow. So I told her about when you chased me with a snake.”

Tilly laughed, “This is why I’m glad I’m the baby.”

Jake shook his head, before changing the subject.

“Okay, did all y’all get your gifts we sent? Everyone should have gotten two.”

They nodded, holding up the boxes they got.

They had also sent things to his sisters and brother-in-laws. Tumbler cups that said ‘Aunt’ and ‘Uncle’ respectively, and their names.

“Can we open them? I’ve been itching to sense we got ‘em?” Tilly asked, lightly clawing at the paper.

Jake nodded, “Yes, but no one says anything until Ma and Dad have opened theirs.” “Rip ‘em open guys,” Sarah smiled.

Jack and Delilah quickly opened theirs and Sarah watched Paisley and Tilly share a look.(both live with mom and dad still) Their jaws were slack as they looked from each other to their cups.

Delilah pulls out the cow plushie, “Oh ain’t that cute.” “Oh, Honey, look, there’s boots,”Jack pulled out the boots. He looked at his son, “Do these go on the cow?”

Jake laughed, “I don’t know, Dad. They may fit the cow, but maybe you should open the other box.”

Jack rolled his eyes good naturedly and opened the other gift and Jake could see everyone fidgeting in anticipation.

He handed the mug with the more delicate font to Delilah and held his out to read it, “Granddad?” “Memaw?” The sisters groaned when it didn’t click right away.

To be fair, Jack and Delilah had five grandkids so they were used to getting things that had those names on it.

“Look at the cow’s ear tag, Lilah,” Sarah suggested. “And check the bottom of the boots, Dad,” Jake said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair and put his arm over the back of Sarah’s.

The cow’s ear tag read “Baby Seresin” and the bottom of the boots read “Aug 2023”

Delilah gasped and covered her mouth while holding the cow close to her chest and Jack looked between the cow, boots, and the mugs. “Wow…”

“Can we cheer now? Ethan might explode if he can’t cheer,” Kassadra asked, holding her eight year old by the shoulders.

Sarah and Jake nodded, “Yes! You can cheer!”

Cheers erupted and Ethan could be seen doing a little dance.

“Congrats you guys!” Carter smiled.

“Welcome to the club Jake!” Zach grinned.

Tilly laughed, “Oh boy I hope the baby turns out like Sarah. Or they may stop here.”

Jake scoffed, “I’m not that bad!” “Jake, may I remind you of how you got that scar on your lip?” Kassandra teased.

“Please don’t-” “He went face first into a stop sign because he was trash talking while foot racing.”

“KJ!” His sister shrugged.

“How old were you?” Sarah asked. Jake shrugged, “I was young-” “You were 16,” Jack said pointedly.

Jake rubbed his face, “Can we stop talking about me? Thanks.”

Sarah rubbed bicep, “But you love talking about yourself.” “Yeah, the good stuff.” He kissed her temple.

They decided to talk about the wedding and brought up the dress situation.

Not too long after the subject change, Kassandra and Addison needed to hang up and get their kids settled.

They talked a little bit with Jake’s parents and the two youngest Seresins.

“Have you thought of names?” Jack asked.

Jake nodded, “Yeah, we decided on Finley Grace for a girl.” “Wait like Memaw Grace?” Jake nodded again.

Jack smiled and nodded back to his son.

“Hey, Sarah?” Paisley got Sarah’s attention. “What’s up PT?”

She held up another box. “I think you sent an extra box. Is this for Tyler?”

Sarah grinned and shook her head, “No, that’s for you. Tyler’s got shipped out Friday, Whitley ran out of vinyl and then her cat knocked the cup off and broke the lid.”

“Um, hey, you think we can talk with Paise in private for a minute?” Jake asked.

The other three nodded, “Yeah, we need to go get some stuff done in the barn and Tilly’s boyfriend just got here so they’re going on a date.”

They bid their farewell and a one last congratulations.

“Okay, Paisley, open it.”

Paisley did so, gently pulling out the cup not looking at it until she read the note.

The note:

“Paisley, when I volunteered to room with you your first year as a Razorback, I didn’t know it was going to change my life. You’re my best friend. You were there when I fell head first for Jake and you watched him fall in love with me. You were there when our story began, and I want you by my side as we begin a new chapter. Will you be my maid of honor?”

Paisley’s green eyes were wet with tears as she picked up the cup.

“Goodness gracious… I wasn’t expecting that. Yes, of course I’ll be your maid of honor!”

Sarah smiled, wiping at her own tears.

“I think if I waited any long to ask you I would’ve imploded,” she laughed. “Thank you, Paisley.”

“I love you, Sarah.” “I love you too, Pay.” She ended the call.

Jake smiled, kissing Sarah on the top of the head, “Now you just need to tell your students.” “They’re gonna respond well, I don’t have to worry about them.”

He laughed, “That’s true.”

“Hey, I’ve got a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why are teenagers watching a show for kids?”

Sarah sat up straight, “Bluey is a great show, Jake.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Sarah, do you watch a show about a dog family?” “It’s a good show!”

“It’s for kids!”

She grabbed his hand, “Nope you’re watching it now.” He let her pull him to the living room.

They got on the couch and got comfy, and pulled up Disney+.

Needless to say, Jake loved it and cried during the ‘Granddad’ episode, but he will deny it if you ask.

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thank you so much for reading!! i hope this was enjoyable!

I do have a pinterest board set up for this, just to help me get into the vibe (one is to help with future parts, one is only for the current parts)

if you want to check it out and get more of a feel for the dynamic going on---- you can click right ---> here

Like mentioned in the last one, feedback is greatly appreciated!

and my asks are open, feel free to request what you would like to see next while i’m working on the next part!

<3 <3 <3

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kaiteki-dons · 11 months

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Babiessss!!!

Story with it under the cut.

Wiz felt herself falling first, after her knees buckled. Strong arms caught her before she hit the ground and her head spun for a moment.

The last thing she heard before passing out was her best friends’ voice gently saying “I have you my friend.”

She awoke in the space with a start, then flinched as her body started aching something terrible. She closed her eyes, curling up on the ground and taking deep breaths as she waited for it to pass. Once it had, she didn’t feel too much better, having a headache and many bodily aches.

She sat up slowly, her torso swaying as she looked around the space. It seemed empty and quiet. She wasn’t sure what time of day it had been, just that apparently it was too early for anyone else to be in bed yet.

She swallowed dryly, looking down at the floor and froze. Her hands looked… odd. The color of her skin was darker and her fingers looked longer than they had been before. Her nails were also longer, and looked sharper than usual.

She stood slowly, supporting her trembling body on the wall as she trudged to the nearest bedroom where there was a floor-length mirror. She pressed her hands on either side of it and stared at herself in shock.

She looked so… different.

Her whole body had been changed, still subtly her, but oh so unfamiliar. The only retention of her previous skin tone was in the stripes that went down her limbs, tail, and forehead. It ended at the start of her snout which was longer than before, with newly sharpened canines that poked her tongue uncomfortably. Her tail was no longer short and stubby, but reached her knees. She looked taller and her plastron scutes were overlaid rather than pieced together. Her shell was mostly the same, if not slightly larger due to her increased height.

What terrified her more, tho, was just how thin she looked. Her shell almost looked too big for her, and she could see some of the bones in her arms and face.

She took a step back from the mirror, all the way to the door, and slid down it slowly. She put a hand on the back of her neck, sighing.

The worst part, the true cream of the crop, was that she had no earthly idea what had happened.

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Aggie stepped into the space, looking around to find it empty. There didn’t seem to be anyone there yet at first glance, but he found one of the bedroom doors closed. When he tried to go in, he found it locked.

“Hello?” Aggie knocked on the door. “Anyone home?”

There was no answer, only a slight shuffling through the door. Aggie furrowed his brows. He didn’t have any way to tell who it was yet. He’d either have to coax them out or wait for the others to get there so he could use the power of elimination.

“Are you okay?”

Nothing. Aggie sighed. “Come on, I can’t help if you don’t let me.”

After a few more tries and no results, he sat outside the door, looking into the living room for whoever would arrive next.

Phet came first, giving him an odd look as he shrugged. The softshell quickly went about his business, grabbing Tiny when he arrived next to occupy another room. Bingo came after that, followed by his ghostly brother. Bingo trudged past looking more annoyed than usual, while Bluey stopped and waved to Aggie. Aggie waved back and gave him a small smile.

“What's up Aggie? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” Bluey hovered over, curious.

Aggie looked at the door. “Someone’s been locked in here since before I came, but I haven't figured out who yet, and they won’t say anything or let me in. I think something’s wrong.”

“Want me to take a look?”

Aggie brightened. “Would you? Just be careful, I don’t think they’re up to talking.”

“I gotcha.” Bluey gave a thumbs up as he partially drifted through the wall. He peeked into the room to see someone curled up against the door, covered in a light purple hoodie, even their legs pulled up against their chest under it.

Bluey moved around silently, looking as much as possible while staying out of sight. He noted the strange tail that wrapped around the hoodie, too long to be anyone he recognized. Thoroughly confused, Bluey pulled back, looking at Aggie. “Did we get a new arrival recently?”

Aggie furrowed his brows, whispering his answer. “I don’t think so, we haven’t had any new Donnie’s since Bingo, and the last companion that was new was Bitey.”

Aggie narrowed his eyes. “I don’t really think any of our images could be changed enough to make us unrecognizable. That’d take quite the feat.”

“Jeez. I can’t recognize whoever’s in there, either we have a newbie or something… something happened.” Bluey shrugged with a slight cringe at his own mental image.

Bluey’s expression went flat with one raised brow. “Remember last time?”

Aggie raised his own brows. “You mean that big monster? What about it?”

“I'm just saying it’s possible ok.”

Aggie looked at him, concerned, before looking at the wall, trying to mentally figure out what he meant by that.

Bluey shook his head, already moving back through the wall. “Regardless, I'm gonna take another look.”

“Don’t spook them.” Aggie waved, getting up. “I’m going to see if anyone else has arrived.”

“Don’t worry Aggie.” Bluey reassured. “They probably can’t see me anyway.”

Bluey followed his previous pattern, floating just out of sight before deciding to risk it. He hovered in front of the new arrival with curiosity.

Their downcast reddish-brown eyes flicked up and locked onto him.

“Oh!” Bluey was taken by surprise and waved to the new face. “Hi, I didn’t-” Bluey cleared his throat before sticking a smile to his face. “I’m Bluey.”

Their face scrunched up, and a hand popped out of the collar of the hoodie, pulling the hood more over their face as they shook for a moment, letting out a few heavy breaths. “I know… I know who you are, Aciano.”

Bluey froze for a moment, his brain struggling to compute. “W-WIZ!?”

She flinched, curling up tighter in the hoodie.

“What happened!?” He rushed down to her side, trying his best to respect her space while searching for newer injuries. “Are you ok, are you hurt, what’s going on?”

“Haven’t the foggiest,” she shook her head. “I don’t remember anything.” she huffed, turning her gaze down.

Bluey took in everything new, from her striped tail to her snout, to the reddish tint to her eyes. It reminded him of the painful transformation she endured in her last visit. A brief thought passed his mind, ‘could this all be lingering effects from that? Will she ever go back to what she was before?’

“Is… is touch ok?” Bluey opened his arms to her. “Do you want a hug?”

She looked at him with a frown. “I don’t think I have the energy for the spell at the moment, sorry.”

Bluey took in a breath and focused, bringing Wiz into a hug.

She stiffened, surprised for a moment, before relaxing into his hold, letting her legs out of the hoodie so she was more comfortable.

Bluey moved to pull her closer, his hand brushing over her thinned arm. The alarm bells in his head were blaring as he pulled back to get another look at her. With a slight struggle he managed to push back her hoodie sleeve

She pulled her arm back, yanking the sleeve back down. “What are ya doing?”

“Wiz have you been eating? You’re so thin!” Bluey’s mom modeᵗᵐ was going full force.

She drew her shoulders up, hugging herself. “I- I don’t know. I don’t remember. I was only awake for a moment before coming here, everything before that just isn’t there.” she shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Bluey was pretty sure he felt his heart break. “I’m sorry.” Bluey retracted his hands.

She looked at him for a moment, then at the ground for a moment, contemplating something. Then she reached up, grabbing the shoulders of the hoodie and slipping it off, setting it on the ground in front of her. She kept her eyes on the ground, not looking at him as he got a full view of her body.

Bluey felt his breath hitch as his eyes widened, seeing every old scar in new light. Her face was a tint darker, her cheeks flushed from what he assumed was embarrassment. “Hey,” Bluey leaned down to try and meet her gaze, offering a soft smile. “It’s gonna be ok.”

She gave him a skeptical look before leaning forward a bit, offering to touch their foreheads together.

It took him a minute to be solid enough to oblige, and the warmth of her forehead took him by surprise. He almost lost his focus again, nearly phasing through her head. “Wiz are you sick?”

She glared at him. “Stop asking me questions I don't have the answers to.”

“Right, right. Sorry, I’m just worried for you.”

She nodded. “I don’t feel great, but I figure it has to do with whatever this is.” she motioned toward her tail. “Maybe Dad will make me some soup.”

“I’m sure he will if you ask, Bellflower.” Bluey hummed.

She nodded. Then she looked at the door for a moment. She shifted on her knees, and moved to unlock the door. Her arm trembled as she grabbed the handle, pulling it open before pulling herself up slowly.

Bluey stuck close, watching with concern. “Are you ok to walk Bell?”

She nodded stiffly as she held herself up on the doorframe, breathless. She had pulled the hoodie with her and managed to wiggle back into it. “I’m fine, just need to-” her knees buckled and she toppled to the ground once more. She managed to catch herself before she faceplanted, and supported herself with her arms, glaring at the ground. “Bloody hell, ya’d think this wouldn’t be that hard.”

“Yea, no. C’mere.” Bluey bent down to scoop her up in a bridal-style carry. “You are not walking.”

She squirmed for a moment, but ultimately surrendered, setting her head on his shoulder with a sigh. “This is humiliating.”

“It’s not the weirdest thing done here.” Bluey replied before he steadied himself, taking very controlled steps forward. With each step it became harder to keep a hold on wiz and not phase through her. Eventually he was stuck, unable to take another step without losing his hold on being solid.

“You okay?” she tightened her grip around his shoulders.

“Yep! Just kinda…” Bluey strained his voice as he tried not to lose his focus. “Stuck.”

“Set me down.” She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t drop me, please.”

“Not dropping you is specifically why I’m not moving.” Bluey gave her a look of his own.

She closed her eyes with a sigh. “Ya need dad?”

“… yes” Bluey looked rather embarrassed, despite not having the capacity to actually blush in any way. “Sorry about this. Hey Aggie!”

Wiz took a small breath in, pulling her hood up quickly and hiding her face in Bluey’s collar as Aggie ran in.

“What’s up? Did you-” Aggie looked at the ghost carrying someone and tilted his head. “What’s happening?”

“Long story.” Bluey rolled his eyes as he talked trying to seem as casual as he could. “I’m in a bit of a predicament. Can you call dad? Please?”

Aggie looked confused “uh, okay?” he ran back out, and several moments returned following Dad.

Dad, needless to say, was also confused about the person floating in the middle of the living room.

“I’m stuck.” Bluey chuckled awkwardly.

Aggie repeated it to dad, explaining that Bluey was there. After a short back and forth, Dad stepped around, gathering Wiz in his own arms and allowing Bluey to release her. Wiz shifted into the new hold, but remained silent and as hidden as possible.

Bluey released the tension in his arms when Wiz was lifted away. He nearly flopped onto the floor before he floated back up to Wiz’s level mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.

“So…” Aggie stuck by one of Dad’s shoulders, trying to get a better look at Wiz. “mind explaining a little more, Bluey?”

“Uh…” He looked to Wiz, unsure of what he could share. “It’s not really for me to tell.”

She tensed, curling up more and pointing at the couch. Dad looked at her neutrally, but followed the direction to settle her down in the cushions. He kneeled in front of her, keeping a hand on her shoulder as he turned to Aggie. “Aggs, could you go for a bit?”

“But how are you going to understand Bluey?”

“I’ll manage.” Aggie huffed, but obliged, exiting the room.

Dad turned back to Wiz, moving his hand to brush her cheek. “Hey Sweetpea. Are you feeling okay?”

Bluey did a double take, staring wide-eyed but unseen at dad. He knew.

Wiz looked at him, her mouth hanging open for a moment before she put a hand over it and looked at her lap, leaning into Dad’s hand.

Bluey watched, his stomach swimming with guilt. He didn’t mean for dad to recognize her all because he couldn’t do the simple task of walking.

“Hey,” Dad got up on the couch beside Wiz. “talk to me, honey.”

“Sorry.” she mumbled. “I didn’t expect ya’d recognize me.” She wrapped her arms around herself defensively.

Dad nodded, sympathetically. “Even if you look different, you’re still you. You have the same body language and build and look in your eyes.”

Another stab of guilt shot through his gut. Dad knew Wiz so well he recognized her so easily. Here he had tried to introduce himself as if she was a new arrival.

“What happened?” Dad asked.

Wiz shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Dad put an arm around her shoulders carefully, and after a second, put his hand to her head. “You have a fever. Are you feeling okay?”

Wiz shook her head.

“Want some soup?”

She nodded.

He stood up, wrapping a blanket around her before stepping into the kitchen.

Bluey watched Dad leave giving Wiz one more glance over before slowly drifting back to leave her be.

“Bluey.” She got his attention. He froze in place, not daring to move. “Stay? Please?” she looked down. “I’m not used to this.” she motioned her head toward the kitchen. “I feel less awkward with you around, at least.”

Bluey nodded, moving quietly back into her line of sight. “I’ll stay as long as you need me too.” He spoke with a smile, despite not being able to meet her gaze.

She watched him for a moment, then patted the spot next to her to invite him over. “c’mere.”

Bluey complied, setting himself in the spot she had patted, watching the kitchen door for dad.

“What’s on your mind, Cornflower?” she asked slowly.

“I… I feel bad. That I didn’t recognize you.” Bluey shrugged.

She was quiet for a moment, pulling her knees up to her chest. “I got here around noon, y’know.”

“That long?” Bluey’s head snapped back up to Wiz in surprise.

She nodded. “I’d just…” she shrugged “regained consciousness, i think? And I took two steps before I passed out.” she looked at her hands. “Everything hurt, I was terrified, and when I realized something was different I went to the bedroom to find a mirror.” She pressed her forehead to her knees. “I didn’t even recognize myself…” She glanced at him. “I’m not upset with you, just surprised with Dad.”

“I… still feel like I should’ve seen sooner.” Bluey looked wiz in the eyes with a small and soft smile and open arms. “But, I am here for you now.”

She raised her brows at him. “You’ve got me?”

Bluey made a humorous huff. “Yes, I’ve got you.” His smile widened, growing more earnest. “Always.”

She leaned into him, humming. “Always.”

There was an odd thumping behind them, and they turned to see that it was her new tail, hitting the cushion over and over.

She pressed a hand to it, pinning it down. “That’s not going to be inconvenient at all.”

Bluey chuckled, his own tiny tail moving a mile a minute. “Better watch out for that new whip.”

“Aggie is going to want to tie a bow on it.” she noted.

“Oh absolutely.” Bluey grinned. “Just hope he picks out a good color for you.”

She poked him with a finger. “You underestimate his fashion skills. He’s the only one here that would look weird without any on.”

Bluey shrugged. “Fair point.”

Her face fell, and she blinked. “How am I going to explain this to everyone?” she motioned at her body.

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something. You always do.” Bluey rested a hand on her shoulder.

She looked at the wall. “I think it was the mutant infection. Last thing I remember was going to April because I was sick and then…” she cut off, taking a deep breath. “Things started getting a little fuzzy.”

“So you don’t remember any of your last visit?”

She looked at him with furrowed brows. “The last time I was here, I was under the weather and everyone kept trying to push me into bed despite this being a dream.”

Bluey tapped a finger against his knee as he thought. He didn’t know if explaining her brief monster moment would upset her. “That’s… not exactly… hmmm” Bluey trailed off into humming

She sighed, sitting up and glaring at him. “What happened??”

“So, how do I put this delicately?” Bluey muttered, keeping a steady tapping. “You did show up another time between then and now… and you weren’t exactly yourself. ”

She closed her fists, looking down. “Was anyone hurt?”

“No, everyone was fine.” Bluey paused to think over his phrasing. “Let's just say you made quite the entrance.”

She looked at him sadly. “Did anyone know it was me?”

“Not to my knowledge.” Bluey shook his head. “I was really the only one to see you up close.”

She nodded. “Good. I wouldn't want anyone here having any more trauma just cause I was dumb.”

Bluey just nodded, not trusting himself to continue talking without upsetting her.

She was quiet for another moment. “I remember being in April's apartment, and my leg started really hurting.” She rubbed the still-there scar where the infection had entered her body. “The lights went out and…” her breath hitched. “Her and Casey went to the other room to look for flashlights. When it got worse I was… I was alone.”

“And your brothers?” Bluey’s brows knit together in concern.

“They were out trying to maintain the infected mutants. I threw up in the van so they dropped me off at Aprils. I think I interrupted their date and they were not very happy about it.” she sighed.

“I’m sure they didn’t really mind. They might’ve been a little upset but I severely doubt they would blame you. You were sick.”

“April didn’t seem too mad. Casey was. He said I was cramping his style.” She laid back on the couch.

“Ah Casey, as tactful as ever.” Bluey shook his head. ��He’s not even my Casey yet I want to smack him upside the head.”

“He’s a good guy, just…” she shrugged.

“Blunt? Brash? A dumbass?” Bluey tried to supply.

“All of the above.” she sighed.

Bluey snickered. “Classic Casey. At least he isn’t much different.”

“Compared to yours?” Wiz scoffed. “He’s a saint.”

“Ha!” Bluey laughed. “My Casey is a menace.”

“My Casey is less of a menace and more of an awkward idiotic hunk.” she smiled fondly. “One time he was our distraction, entering a tech company to return a toaster as dramatically as possible. He ended up smashing it and the desk and took out two security guards before he was kicked out.”

“That sounds about right. Why did you guys need to be in a tech company anyway?”

“The first time we defeated the Shredder, Splinter disappeared, and we tracked him there.” she fiddled with her hands. “We needed to get April into the security room so that she could let us into the building.”

“Oh. That sounds…” Bluey held something between a smile and grimace. “Interesting. To say the least.”

“Turns out it was run by the Utroms, and run by Leatherhead's father, Professor Mortu.”

“Leatherhead has a dad?” Bluey blinked.

“Adopted dad. The Utroms took care of him when he mutated.”

“Oh. He’s a lot luckier than my Leatherhead.”

She looked at him, her face falling. “What happened to your Leatherhead?”

“He was stuck with the kraang, a lot less friendly than the utrom.” Bluey shrugged. “Also he’s a little feral, and not our age. More and more differences.”

“Oh-” her brows knit. “At the time LH was still missing, in Bishop's hands. I guess that’s one of those universal equivalents. The other things, not so much. LH does lose control sometimes, but not often.”

“Ours goes nuts at even a mere mention of the kraang.” Bluey cracked a smirk. “He has a bad habit of grabbing Bingo by the face.”

She laughed. “When LH loses control, it’s usually Mikey he ends up throwing around. That’s how we met him in the first place.”

“We met ours by Mikey bringing him home and he threw Bingo around a little.” Bluey shakes his head. “Bingo still holds a grudge.”

“That seems flipped.” She said, Bluey nodded at her. “At least your Bishop isn’t a psychotic conspiracy theorist.”

“Our bishop is actually an Utrom.”

“Ours would rather dissect Utroms.” she glared at the ground.

“Yeesh.” Bluey recoiled.

“He’s the one that started this whole mess!” she threw her arm out. “Staging an alien invasion, kidnapping the queen, then framing us for it.”

Bluey furrowed his brow, listened to Wiz rant.

“His stupid makeshift aliens blew up if they were hit too hard, and all their residue created the mutant outbreak.” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“Oh no.” Bluey gasped. “That’s what started…” Bluey trailed off not wanting to draw Wiz’s attention back to her situation.

“I hope Leatherhead was able to finish the cure I had started. I figure that’s how they turned me back.” she stared off into space.

“At least we know it works considering you’re… you.” Bluey offered.

“Mostly works.” she corrected.

“Right, right.”

She brought her hand up. “I still feel so different, weird…” she clenched her fist “angry.”

Bluey hums in acknowledgment as his brows draw up with concern. “You think you’re gonna be ok?”

She didn’t respond for a moment, continuing to look at her hand. “I’ll adjust.” She set her chin on her knees and wrapped her arms around them. “I always do.”

“I’m here to help you through it Bell.” Bluey offered his hand for her to mess with. “I promise to do my best to help you through things.”

She nodded, setting her hand in his. “We really should stop Aggie before he tells everyone there’s a new turtle.”

“Oh crap.” Bluey’s eyes widened. “I forgot he doesn’t know.”

“Would you grab him?” She asked. “Apparently I can’t walk.”

“Of course Bellflower. I’ll just be a second.” Bluey zipped off to find the young lizard.

As if sensing the end of the delicate conversation, Dad stepped out of the kitchen with a tray of soup, offering it to the turtle as Bluey lost sight of the two.

Bluey zoomed through the halls, passing through and promptly spooking multiple don’s before halting in front of Aggie. “Aggie wait!”

Aggie looked at him, interrupted mid-conversation. “What’s up Bluey? Is that turtle okay?”

“Yea she is! Uh also it’s a bit of a complicated situation.”

Aggie smiled. “That’s good. Are we okay to meet her now?” Wolf perked up from beside Aggie at the words, nodding eagerly in his direction.

Bluey thought a moment. “M-maybe. Not right now but in time. She does want to talk with you. I think.” Bluey mumbled the last sentiment.

“Me?” Aggie pointed at himself.

“Yes you. There’s some explaining that needs to be done.”

Aggie started following after him, telling Wolf to hang back. “Is she okay? Is she hurt?”

“She’s a little sick. Dad made her some soup.” Bluey avoided the dons he previously flew through.

“Ah.” Aggie put his hand over his mouth. “Do I need a mask?”

“Aggie you can’t contract anything here.” Bluey chuckled.

“Right…” Aggie frowned, dropping his hand. “Then how did she get sick?”

“She was already sick when she came in. It must’ve just stuck with her.” Bluey shrugged.

Aggie nodded. “Okay, anything else I should know?”

“Probably just.” Bluey halted outside the doorway poking his head in. “Give me one sec ok!”

“Ooh, announcing me?” Aggie teased.

“Something like that.” Bluey gave him a grin before floating back to Wiz. “I have aggie by the door, do you wanna explain it, or would you rather not? I just figured it’s not my story to tell.”

“I’ll explain.” She took a deep breath.

Bluey nodded going back to Aggie. “Alright bud, come on in. Just don’t flip out ok?”

Aggie came in, approaching Wiz slowly as Dad sat beside her, softly rubbing her shell.

“Uh-” Aggie fidgeted, unsure how to start any sort of conversation.

Wiz took a moment before looking up at him slowly, through her hood. “H-hey, Aggie.”

Aggie blinked, his whole body going rigid for a moment as his mouth fell open.

Then he flung his arms up in the air, dramatically shouting “WIZ?!” she flinched at the sudden reaction, recoiling further into the hoodie as Dad stiffened. Bluey floated next to Wiz offering his hand again.

“Aggie-” Dad started.

Footsteps were heard running towards the room as Wolf poked his head through the door. Mouse ran fully into the room with a questioning chirp. Phet also followed behind, curious about the commotion.

Wiz pulled the hood over her face again, her shoulders trembling as she muttered low enough for only Bluey and Dad to hear. “I didn’t want everyone at once…” Dad shifted, pulling her further back on the couch as he stood, blocking everyone’s view.

“Private conversation!” he said sternly. “Out, now.”

Mouse’s expression was extremely worried and sad. “Is she ok?” Wolf came over to promptly yoink him out of the room.

Wiz reached for dad. “It’s fine. Better now than never.”

Dad looked at her for a moment. “Are you sure?”

She nodded stiffly, and he stepped aside. “nevermind.”

Mouse inched forward, still staying a fair distance away.

Wiz looked up at him slowly, swallowing, before pulling the hood off slowly. “Hey, Mouse. Guess we’re more than book buddies now.” She gave him a tired smile.

Mouse made the smallest gasp as he quickly shuffled over to the couch. “What happened, are you ok?

“I’m- I’m not feeling great.” she admitted. “And I’m not sure what happened, I don’t remember.” she offered a darker colored hand out to him, inviting him closer.

Mouse promptly scuttled over to her, sitting next to her on the couch holding out his arms for a hug. She leaned into him, sighing as Phet stood by the door, looking confused but as understanding as he could get.

Mouse wrapped an arm around her, landing in an almost protective position over her shell. His expression changed as he looked her over for injury. “You’re thin… and a lot taller.” He hummed.

She nodded and Dad sat down on the opposite side again. “Dad and Bluey had to help me get in here.”

Mouse nuzzled his snout into her shoulder, squeezing her as gentle as possible. “I’m sorry Wiz.”

She relaxed into the touch. “I was the one at fault.”

“No-” Mouse’s voice was stern yet calm.

“Yes.” she interrupted. “I got infected by the mutant outbreak virus by that cut in my leg. I should have kept running tests instead of trusting just one, especially when I got sick.”

“That doesn’t make it your fault.”

She didn't respond, squeezing his arms.

Finally, Aggie spoke again. “You look… different.”

She looked over at him, Mouse feeling her tense.

“Not a bad difference!” he backtracked. “I mean, the tail is nice! It needs a bow like your mask. Where is your mask?”

“Aggie.” Dad smiled fondly at the child. “Stop digging.”

“Right.” Aggie looked around awkwardly, then gave Wiz a thumbs up “nice to meet you! I mean-” he clamped his mouth shut, taking a breath through his nose. Then he turned and robotically marched out of the room, red in the face.

Bluey stifled a giggle at Aggie’s actions. Wolf teased him a little as the young lizard left.

Wiz tapped Dad’s shoulder. “Think we can get everyone else?”

Dad nodded. “I’ll try. Not sure Bingo will want to come out.”

“He’s a bit… grumpy at the moment.” Bluey added.

Wiz hummed in acknowledgement.

“I’ll try.” Dad promised. “Don’t want any later confusion, right?”

Wiz nodded and Dad left to find the others, shooing Wolf and Phet from where they were spectating unless they had something to say. Wolf left to go tease Aggie further with a mischievous grin. Phet returned to The room he’d been in with Tiny.

Dad returned with Pup and Bitey in tow, leaving Tiny be since Phet locked the door. He also brought Poppy and a very reluctant Bingo.

Wiz once again sat stiffly with their eyes burning her skin. She didn’t look at them yet, unsure how the few that hadn’t come running when her name was said would react in comparison. Mouse gave her a reassuring squeeze that she returned with a deep breath.

Pup slunk closer, ever so slowly, until he bumped his snout against her shin, sniffing a moment. Then he perked, looking up at her with a smile and a chirp. She gave him a pat on the head.

Bitey crept over next prodding her arm with his snout with a curious chirp. She offered her hand for him to sniff and he pressed his head into her palm with a happy churr, almost petting himself with her hand. She pet him herself feeling the callous skin of his scars and he pressed his cheek into the contact. He made a plethora of happy noises with a smile that she mirrored. Pup shifted, laying against one of her legs and offering a spot next to him for Bitey. He joined pup when Wiz’s hand got tired and the pets died down.

She looked up to see Bingo studying her with a critical gaze.

“You brought me out here to see that Wiz got an upgrade?” He gave dad a dramatically offended expression. “She looks great but I have important things to be doing!”

“I brought you out here,” Dad narrowed his eyes at the teen, challengingly. “So that there won’t be any future confusion should anyone not recognize her.”

“Yea cool whatever.” Bingo waved dad off as he turned to leave. “You look great, Wiz! Glad you’re not grievously injured or whatever.”

Dad went to move after him but Wiz stopped him. “Don’t. He saw, he’s fine.”

~~~

The next visit had Bluey pacing, waiting for her to show up. She had to show up. Was she already there, like before? He checked the rooms over again and again just to be sure.

He zipped over upon hearing the chime like he’d already done three times. Wiz was standing there, yes, standing, with her mask returned and her tail wagging behind her.

“Hey, Bluey!” she smiled, and offered her arms for a hug.

Bluey crashed into her arms with a smile. “Wiz! You’re doing better, you’re standing this time!”

She nodded, stepping back and spinning. “I’m working on it. I still need to regain some more muscle mass, but I’ll be okay.” She looked at him. “I’m okay.”

“I’m glad.” Bluey smiled wide, his own little tail wagging fast.

“I need to keep moving around to gain my strength back,” she stepped over to a table, summoning something Bluey couldn’t see past her. “I don’t know if that applies in the space, but I guess there’s only one way to tell.”

There was a click, then some pop music began to play from the radio she’d set up. She turned to him, holding her hand out.

“Dance with me?”

“W-what?” Bluey chuckled with a lopsided grin. “Yeah, sure, but why me? I can’t dance worth a shit.”

“Who else am I supposed to ask, Bingo, Dad???” She was naming the worst options, and he knew it, taking his hand and pulling him in a circle.

Bluey laughed as they spun.

“Tell me why?” She motioned her fist toward him like a microphone.

“Ain’t nothin but a heartache!” Bluey belted out on near instinct before mimicking her movements. “Tell me why?”

“Ain’t nothin but a mistake!” she grabbed his free hand, swinging it side to side. “Tell me why.”

“I never wanna hear you say!”

They both spun and pressed their shells together, singing the next line at the same time. “I want it that way!”

#oneshot #tmnt #tmnt fandom #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt fanart #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt 2003 #good genes #hey i think you got some leo in my donatello crossover.

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abluehappyface · 5 months

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Time for the ninth Komachi cover! It's Space Cover time! This is actually a remaster of an older Space Cover of this exact theme. In fact, the original cover of this (which I posted as a teaser) is about a year old, and is from the Pre-Meiling Era. The two are night and day different, so it's hard to compare them, but I do think this is better by a small margin. This is my very first remaster of anything I've made, so I'd like to know what you think. If it turns out I did good, I might think about remastering some of my other older audios!

@motsimages @mango-frog @caniscreamintoanabyss @lesserbeans @k4ndi-c0spl4y3r@kinokomynx @he-was-beautiful @fembutchboygirl @semisentient-entity @siegesquirrel42 @soulless-paper-bag @space-frog-boy @insertusernamethatsnottaken @the-cinnamon-snail @the-kneesbees @that-bastard-with-all-the-bones @reblogging-corner @womensrightsstegosaurus @please-put-me-in-the-microwave @da-silliest-snek @scarletdestiny @chengoeshonk @oneweekwitch

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ell-vellan · 1 year

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Get to know the blogger

Tagged by @anneapocalypse ! I utterly missed this earlier, but thank you! I'll happily play despite the fact that I am terribly, terribly boring. Apologies.

Share your wallpaper: I just got a new laptop because my old one died, and I haven't customized the wallpaper yet, so it's just a cool default picture of space. Previously though it's been the cover of a thing I worked on which I'm obsessed with

Last song you listened to: Work Song by Hozier (because I can NOT get enough of the line "no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her")

Currently reading: Burn by Jolie Vines (I preordered it but haven't gotten very far yet, though I tore through all the other books in the series), like a dozen fanfics (oh god I'm sorry I promise I'll get to them), and I left off the second book of ACOTAR whose name escapes me. I should probably finish something eventually, but I've been in an awful attention-span rut. I tend not to get into a book while I'm writing because my brain can't switch tracks like that very well

Last movie: I literally have no idea. I can't even remember lol. Wait! Maybe the new Lady Chatterley's Lover on netflix! It was okay? Didn't live up to the hype for me

Last show: I've watched nothing but Bluey on repeat for the past 72 hours. It's become background noise. The last grown up show I watched was Shadow & Bone but somehow I just can't finish it no matter how much I really really want to!

Craving: a full 12 hours alone in my house. please, God

What are you wearing right now: Red t-shirt from my hometown and pink shorts

How tall are you: 5'4"

Piercings: Ears, which are probably closed because I haven't worn earrings in ages.

Tattoos: Zero. I have a thing about something on my skin that I can't wash off, and it would drive me crazy.

Glasses? Contacts? Glasses 99 percent of the time unless it's a special occasion. My eyes rejected contacts years ago and it makes me sad.

Last drink: Water because I am a BORING BORING ADULT

Last thing you ate: Chicken margherita pasta

Favorite color: I've always said blue, but lately I think I'm shifting to a specific shade of mint somewhere between green and blue

Current obsession: I'm really deep in my work right now so I guess I can say that? I really am super into it though! It does unfortunately mean I'm between hyperfixations :/ The Dragon Age brainrot has definitely roared back to life in this past year though.

Any pets: A fat white & orange himbo and a crabby dilute calico/tabby mix

Favorite fictional character: Limiting this to just Bioware characters because I've had a lot in my lifetime: The Iron Bull, Zevran, Fenris, Alistair, James Vega, Javik, Shale, David Anderson, Lace Harding, Inquisitor Ameridan, Legion, Joker, Thane

Tag time! @thegoblinwitchqueen @meanestmeanie @beastofmoss @thebookworm0001 and anyone else who'd like to play.

#get to know the blogger #ask game

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breesays · 1 year

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Des-cap 2022

Is this blog also a kind of baby book? Yes. This is record-keeping. I have a very full-to-the-brim physical baby book, but I frequently refer back to digital musings for milestones and such.

SO, tonight he is happy-raging because he can write an upper case "R". A marvel to me that he even knows the difference between upper case and lower case because I didn't teach one or the other first and this fascination with writing letters and numbers came about after picking up a dry erase lettering book at a mom's club toy and clothing swap.

We spent Christmas with The Dodges and I think maybe he finally knows Christmas is a day (a season?) a spirit, and not just a place in Mountain View. My brother in law asked me several times what I wanted to DO while I was there, and while I appreciated it, all my needs were being met. Someone else was deciding what to feed Des. Someone else was reading him the same book 6 times. Someone else was fielding his barrage of questions. That's it. That's all I wanted - a bit of the mom weight off so I could breathe. It was wonderful. We slept hard, ate hotel breakfast, approached festive inflatables with curiosity, jumped in massive puddles, had dance parties, painted, colored, told jokes, shared meals and even squeezed in a few christmas crafts. I long for the day that Sarah allows sequins in crafting, which she considers an insidious cousin of glitter.

He's three and a half, we co-sleep. I'm OK with it, I feel like I sleep better with his little body huffing next to me, as opposed to being attuned to yelps and whimpers from a room away. It often means I don't get any extra time to myself after he goes to bed, except to read on my Kindle, but that's OK too. If I keep the same schedule as he does, I can match his energy, his brightness. He works as a barrier, too, since Tim and I are emotionally but not physically separated. I (maybe weirdly) like it a lot when I wake up in the inky blue light and see both of them stretched out on their backs, arms stretched over their heads, sleep noises puffing out of their mouths. I like what we made.

We are not a minimalist household. Sometimes we can't even see Desmond's bedroom floor because it's covered with balloons. It always looks like it was just someone's birthday. He does get screen time - Little P is his favorite YouTuber and Bluey is pretty much a free for all on weekends and vacations. I like that what he's watching inspires him, though - doesn't just trap him into a zombie consuming state. He wants to replicate what he sees, what he hears, what they play. I've found both Bluey and Daniel Tiger helpful in tough situations, or when I want to illustrate something. "Tactical wee" is a solid from Bingo.

We are approaching some big changes when Tim moves out, but I don't think it has to be traumatic. I like that in stories and cartoons and ~overall~ more than a traditional nuclear family is presented. I didn't know how much it meant to see yourself in media until I realized I couldn't find myself for DECADES. And we aren't warring, like my parents were when they split. Sometimes its hard for me to even understand WHY we are separating, if most of the parts are still moving, but I also realize that I can't assume that my experience is the same as Tim's. I respect that he needs space to figure that out.

We went to my sister's without Tim this year, but it was apparent upon our return that Desmond had missed Dada time. Even when he is playing with me he wants to "make presents" for Dada, to show Dada something. He wants to badly to capture his attention. To earn it? IDK. He can write both "mama" and "dada" and damn if that isn't impressive.

He likes to have a limb or two touching one of us when he sleeps. He asks me what I'm reading as he dozes off. One night I told him the book I was reading and he said, "I thought you were reading It Girl? How did he remember a vague title of something I was reading a month previous?

I recently read a book about someone who was addicted to motherhood and being pregnant and my mind was almost totally blown. I'm glad I experienced it but I don't want to do it again. I want to pour all my work, my love, my answers into Des. I hope he never asks for a sibling, because with his impeccable manners, he often eventually gets what he asks for.

I like that he quickly adopts our words: Actually, consideration, gamut.

I love to watch him dance. From his mambo moves in his preschool’s Winter Show to his special invented “99 Red Balloons” dance, it’s incredible to witness How a little person without self consciousness chooses to occupy the space, to express their joy. It kind of makes you wonder about that line, “dance like no one is watching” -- when did you realize anyone was watching?

#breesays #parenthood #parenting #2022 #toddlers

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glapplebloom · 1 year

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Another Double Feature, for you pre-kids…

My sister has three kids, all under the age of five. Two of them were born this year. On the same day. So unlike my niece I have to help a lot more than before. That means I’ve been putting on things to keep them calm. One of those things are the Looney Tunes: Bugs Bunny Builders. Bluey is more hearing my niece watch it at times and finding the random clips pretty interesting. So I might as well give them a shot each.

Bugs Bunny Builders have a pretty easy to follow flow: The episode begins with the Looney Tunes gang doing random stuff related to the project, most often related to what lesson needs to be learned. When they get an assignment, they plan it out. Then it’s hard hat time with each replay having a unique Daffy bit related to the episode. They work on the project, the issue is brought up, they solve the issue and it ends happily. A simple set up perfect for a Preschool Show.

A lot of other Looney Tunes characters appear as cameos. Sometimes they help like Petunia as a mechanic, Wile E. for an invention, and Taz for demolition. Other times they’re the customers like Foghorn Leghorn as a Mayor wanting a Waterpark or frikkin Sniffles as one of the kids wanting the old Merry Go Round fixed. And in a move out of Jellystone, Playboy Penguin becomes Pauleen Penguin, complete with speaking role. And honestly, Daffy being Daffy is a big highlight of this series. Overall, I think this is a good introduction to Looney Tunes for your younguns.

Now Bluey is a series apparently made by someone who did Newground material. Sadly, I never saw Dan the Man so I checked out the free to view episode one. First is Keepy Uppy, where Bluey and her sister try to keep the last balloon from touching the floor. When they got a good strategy, they asked their dad to make it harder. And he does so with gusto.It's honestly really cute and fun.They continue to play with their father in the Magic Xylophone, where they play with it by freezing their father who really is willing to embarrass himself to keep them happy. They also learn to share more.

Though my favorite of the three shorts was Shadowlands. Bluey and her two friends play a game where they have to stay in the shadows to reach their goal. Not like ninjas, more like the floor is lava except everything the light touches is an ocean filled with hungry alligators. A Poodle wanted to change the rules when it seemed too difficult but Bluey convinced her to continue playing the game. Starting with a gap too wide for their short legged friend. Bluey’s solution: since they can jump across, stand on top of each other to create a shadow and shorten the gap.

The next is when Bluey didn’t make it in time when a car left its parking space. Luckily for her, a bus was passing by and she made it to the shadow just in time. The last one seemed impossible, as they were in the middle of the grassy field with the wind making going back across the pine tree’s shadow more difficult. It seemed hopeless when a passing cloud covered the field. So they raced to the picnic blanket, even going back for their fallen friend, before the sun touched them. And the Poodle learned that following the rules to the game makes it fun.

Honestly, I think Bluey is the best of these two and a pretty fun show to watch alongside your kids. Chances of me being able to see the series fully is slim though. But I’ll definitely be seeing clips. (EDIT: So I saw every episode on Disney+ and spoilers, it’s definitely my pick of the year)

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blurban-form · 10 months

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Bluey’s School (Glasshouse School) (1/?)

Bluey’s school is quite interesting; aspects of it will be covered in a few posts because there’s a lot to talk about.

We’ll start with a topic we’ve previously mentioned in this Tumblr: location.

Unlike conventional elementary schools for young children, the specialized school Bluey attends (more on this in a future post) is not close by to Bluey’s home. It doesn’t seem to be near any of Bluey’s classmates homes either: it is located in a rural area, and doesn’t appear to have transit service. (Australia doesn’t have dedicated yellow school buses like in North America, but transit agencies do set up children-only dedicated routes when it is practical.)

The small size and rural location of the school Bluey and her friends attend means everyone has to be driven to it.

The whole “it’s in a rural location” was in fact noteworthy enough that the episode “Explorers” focussed on it being comically hard to get to for parents unfamiliar with the location.

A school like this where everyone must be shuttled in from all across Brisbane must create a challenge for parents; it must impact the parents’ other travel during the day / be factored into their schedules.

It looks like there are a few occasional carpoolers (like Rusty and Jack, noted in “Cricket”) but it’s not a location that can easily implement a shuttle bus or logically be considered for service by public transit. Funding a dedicated service (even with a minibus) would add significantly to any costs associated with an education at this school.

Not that the rural location is totally a downside; there is plenty of undeveloped space for playing and exploring. Indeed, the lack of playground equipment is deliberate; we’ll get into that in a future post.

One last comment for this post, based on my own experience: a school with students spread throughout a city means that most of the time if Bluey wants to visit a friend, a transit or car trip is almost inevitable; she can’t just walk or ride a bike. This must be a considered a downside compared to if everyone was in close proximity to one another.

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sickly sweet romance of u & jay

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“jay,” you softly say.

your legs are stretched long on the soft beige duvet cover, blanket pulled up to jason’s chest, it riding just by your waist with you sat up straight. you look out the window, prickly raindrops sound as they hit the double panned glass, moonlight bathing your skin blue.

he’s breathing softly, body facing you so you watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest as his eyes stay shut in rest. he doesn’t hear you yet the sleepy sight of him makes you warm inside: hot and in love. you bite the inner part of your bottom lip and rake your fingers through his hair so to rouse him, he always did like when you did that. “jason.” you whisper shout, a little more playful than before and stroke his jawline quickly from ear to chin.

“mm?” he monosyllabically hums, still half-asleep. his mouth hardly moves but his eyebrows curiously wrinkle.

you drop down to his level and watch him like a puppy, eyes big and pupils wide, you just have to kiss his nose. “come on, baby. wake upp,” you slightly whine.

he doesn’t answer but smacks his lips a little and his entire expression creases briefly then reverts back to his sleepy, frozen self. he reaches for your face, feels around to grab your cheek since he refuses to open his eyes and awake from sleep, and cups your cheek. you smile, knowing this was his way of letting you know he was listening, even if he maybe wasn’t. you kiss his inner palm: the fatty part below his thumb— peck his wrist and then slide on top of him, kissing his cheek and his temple and near his eyes and by his jaw but not his lips, not yet.

with each kiss jason gains a little bit more consciousness, a little more happier and charmed by your excessive showering of affection he so tenderly loves. he groans, breathes out deeply and plants his hands on your hips, eyes squinting open, “alright. you’ve got my attention now.” he announces.

you smile and giggle, “so you’ll only listen to me if i’m kissing you?” your laugh reverberates through the thin cotton of your top into jason’s chest—deep in his bones, with your hearts only layers of skin, flesh and muscle away from touching.

he shakes the insinuation off, “nah baby, it’s not even like that.” he wraps his arms around your waist, belts them up real tight and pulls you in—hugs and rests in the little crook of your neck, breathes in the foggy remnants of today’s earlier perfume, kisses your cheek. loud smooch. “just tired.” he stays nestled in that tiny space by your neck.

you pout. want to whine at the fact that jay’s defo not gonna wake up and you’ll have to go do something on your own. you get that sleep is important to him and whatever it is that he does that requires him to come home absurdly late smelling a lot like blood and cigarettes but still it was only midnight on a friday, basically 8pm on any other day.

“you smell nice,” his lips tickle your neck and you shyly half-smile at the compliment.

“thank you.” softly you say.

“why you still up? you ain’t tired yet?” he asks, lips tickling your neck more.

“jason,” you whine a bit, roll your eyes too, even in the thick bluey darkness, “it’s only midnight. i’m surprised you even went to bed.”

“i’m tired, honey.” he rubs his face into your crook like a sleepy child, “and it was a slow night tonight. figured i deserved a break.” you can feel him slightly move his hands whilst he talks, nod a small yes to yourself even though you still weren’t quite sure what it was that he did.

“i still don’t really get what your job is.” you state, wanting him to elaborate.

he strokes your hair and gently says, “later, baby. later.”

you pout.

“don’t pout.”

you drop your jaw and pull back to see his face, “how’d you know i was doing that?”

“cuz i know my girl.” you smile down bashfully: sincerely. he picks your head up by kissing you. sweetly at first but, like always, a little nippy and sort of wild.

he pulls away before anything escalates and his voice sort of drops to this low, honeyed kind of hum, “you know i trust you with my life, right?” he cups your face.

you smile and hold the hand that’s on your cheek and kiss it as confirmation, “and you with mine.” you retaliate, a little hopeful for if he’ll finally share his secret with you. he rubs his thumb, a soft movement on your cheekbone.

“the shit i do—what i do…it’s not safe or i guess you could say, not conventional.” he searches between your eyes for any sort of understanding, hoping you get his meaning.

“i figured.” you calmly respond. “so what is it?” you push him.

he sighs. or maybe groans. whatever it was, he quickly looks down with such a look of torn you’d never seen. it makes you worry a bit—startle you. you had prepared for the worst: hitman, supplier, even a villain’s ally, training yourself to being accepting given if it were someone with fairer moral value. maybe someone like poison ivy or…

“red hood.” he dissyllabically says, with no real discernible tone, though he looks straight ahead at you and stares.

“is…” you wanna ask him if that’s who he works for but if there’s anything the people of gotham know, it’s that the red hood works alone. so you swallow that obsolete question and instead present with: “i kind of already knew.”

he looks up at you, wide eyed and ready to hear more.

“well i didn’t know know, i just knew that it was something ‘unconventional’. i was pretty convinced you were a hitman, it always made sense to me that’d if given the opportunity you’d be a good shot.” you flirt sweetly but still genuine. jay smiles softly, his eyes grow curious, his head somewhat tilted.

“what gave it away?”

you point at the few bits of dirty laundry behind him thrown over a chair, “you come in with a lot of blood.”

his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and he even makes the expressions the brows as if he’s said it, but no sound comes out.

you see it as an opportunity to kiss him, gently let him know you’re still there, and to not let him drift off into despair. “i’m glad you told me.

he takes your hand and places it flat on his chest, palm desperately close to his heart: it drums. “thought you’d dump me.”

you smile and kiss his nose, “not a chance.”

a silence briefly erupts and the two of you just stare at each other, moonlight glazing each one of your doubled reflections in the other’s pair of eyes: an utter warmth of transparency and trust and bond that’ll never grow old.

“i…” you start, jason’s ears immediately prick up, attentive to hear anything you’ll say. “are you still sleepy?”

benignly: “less now.” he pauses, “why? what do you wanna do?”

“just talk,” the duvet cover’s fabric echoes as you move to slide your arm down, propping yourself up with your upright elbow, chin in palm. “tell me about one of your days.” you slowly blink, madly in love.

“when i’m out fighting?” he asks, heart swelling at how loving you’re being, someday he’ll marry you he thinks.

“anything.” you slow, gentle voice lulls.

his thumb trills your knuckles back and forth before he begins: “alright.”

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