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[pucking-rowdy]

will smith eating reader out while his family is downstairs

NSFW content below the cut (minors dni)

the chatter downstairs quieted, signaling that will’s parents had finally retreated to the guest room, the one you’d spent days preparing just for them. you’d slipped away nearly an hour earlier, feigning a migraine as you climbed the stairs to the bedroom you and will shared, your social battery long drained. will had caught your eye as you left, offering an apologetic glance and a quiet promise of “I’ll be up soon” before turning back to his dad, mid-sentence about how incredible the sharks’ practice facility was.

his parents had been lovely, really. his mom had entertained you with stories of will’s childhood, proudly swiping through an endless amount of baby will photos before sharing a few of his favorite family recipes. his dad, quieter but no less warm, had taken it upon himself to investigate the odd rattling sound coming from under your car’s hood, roping will in under the guise of father-son bonding.

it wasn’t your fault. you were ovulating, and will looked delicious. backwards hat, sleeves pushed up, arms flexed as he leaned over the engine, tongue caught between his teeth in a quiet focus. it was unfair. borderline criminal, how hot he looked just existing.

as if working on the car hadn't already been enough, your brain decided to replay will on the golf course yesterday, like a highlight reel designed specifically to worsen the ache between your thighs.

he wasn’t even good at golf, which made it worse somehow, like he had no right to look that attractive while slicing drives into the trees. but there he was, effortlessly cocky in a white polo that clung just right across his back, hat backwards yet again, and those too-tight khaki shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

you remembered watching him line up a putt, tongue peeking out in concentration, the same way it did when he was under the hood of your car, or when he was pounding that little spot inside you like he was trying to knock it loose, focused entirely on making you cum all over his cock.

it didn't take long for you to get bored of waiting for will, fingers diving beneath the soaked cotton of your panties. you knew, in the back of your mind, that will would be up soon. his nighttime routine was quick — face wash, brush his teeth, maybe check the score of a game on his phone. but you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

your fingers danced around your clit before finally sinking into your warm heat. you let out a soft sigh of relief, ignoring the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"migraine, huh?" will chuckles, voice strained as if he's already trying not to blow his load at the sight of you.

"tried waiting for you," you whine, fingers pumping in and out of your aching cunt. will shakes his head, eyes locked on the way your panties stretch with each thrust of your fingers. he tosses his hat to the top of the dresser, settling on his knees between your thighs. he grips your wrist, ignoring your whines of protest as he tugs your hand out of your underwear.

"shh, i've got you," he murmurs, shifting down as he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs. he lifts your legs, tugging them over his shoulders.

"what's got my girl all worked up, huh?" he mumbles, kissing the damp patch on your panties. he giggles as your hips buck, chasing his mouth.

"ovulating," you whine, chest rising and falling beneath the old t-shirt you'd stolen from his drawer.

"noted," he murmurs, hooking his fingers in the waist of your panties and tugging them down your thighs. you hastily kick them off, moaning softly as the cold air hits your soaking heat. will lets out a breathy laugh, running his index finger through your folds.

he's not patient enough to tease tonight, thank god. he leans down, tongue dragging through your folds like he's craving it. he's slow, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. his perfect nose nudges your clit, and you moan a little louder than he's comfortable with.

"you gotta be quiet, baby," he mumbles, thumbing comforting circles into your thighs. you nod frantically, eyes shut tight as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, desperate to get his mouth back on your cunt.

his tongue swirls your clit before he takes it into his mouth, sucking on the bundle of nerves. your hands tighten in his hair, hips bucking against his mouth as you try to keep your noises down, vaguely conscious of his parents sleeping just downstairs.

he releases your clit, dipping his tongue into your entrance. you let out a soft gasp, writhing against the sheets. he hums against you, hands tightening their hold on your hips as he fucks his tongue into your dripping hole.

he finds the perfect rhythm, tongue swirling your spit-soaked, swollen clit, and fingers replacing his ministrations at your entrance. he pumps two digits into you, curling them into the spot that he knows so well.

"will, 'm gonna cum," you whimper, tugging at his blonde curls nestled between your fingers. his free hand interlocks with yours, giving you a soft squeeze of encouragement.

"cum for me, pretty girl," he mumbles, face buried deep in your pussy as he slurps and sucks. one more pump of his gorgeously long fingers sends you over the edge, back arching and hand ripping from his to cover your mouth, muffling the cries of his name. he works you through it, rubbing your hip as he eases you down from the high.

your back finally settles down onto the mattress again and he slowly pulls his fingers from your heat. he licks them clean, expression softening as you catch your breath. he leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before silently heading to the bathroom. he returns a minute later with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning you up. he takes his time, careful to not overstimulate you.

once he's finished, he tosses the washcloth towards the hamper. he lays down, pulling you into his arms.

"go to sleep, pretty. i love you."

[cowardlybean]

007n7 and c00lkidd headcanons!

(not ship. go swallow rocks!)

Pre-Forsaken

c00lkidd’s skin condition manifests in him having dry and itchy patches of skin

007n7 bought drakobloxer themed bandaids for c00lkidd’s scratches—he never figured out a long-lasting solution to the itching

007n7 had to constantly pester the school to let c00lkidd enroll because of his past as a hacker

Because he enrolled late, c00lkidd is older than his classmates (ex: should be in 2nd grade, is in 1st grade)

c00lkidd hates freeze tag. The first time someone froze when he tagged them, it frustrated him because “that’s not how you’re supposed to play!”

007n7 was too big to play hide and seek around their tiny apartment, so he would hide his burger hat for c00lkidd to find instead

Unfortunately, because of his many jobs 007n7 had to leave c00lkidd alone at home sometimes. His solution was to use a clone in his place

c00lkidd learned to use the c00lGUI by watching his dad use it for simple tasks (like teleporting to work)

By copying an exact command 007n7 used, c00lkidd showed up at one of 007n7’s jobs while he was on the clock (c00lkidd was supposed to be in school)

The first and only time 007n7 ever shouted at c00lkidd was when he blew up the pizza place

c00lkidd was never officially registered and his birth certificate was forged

All of the missing posters for c00lkidd were made by 007n7 himself, the police or admins were never involved

During Forsaken

007n7 was not the first one to mention that he had a son—it was Elliot

Coincidentally, 007n7 was the last to find out that c00lkidd was a killer during the first round with him. He was also the first to die

When survivors look directly at c00lkidd, the slogan “Team c00lkidd join today!” plays as an annoying voice in their head

As a killer, c00lkidd is 1.5 times his father’s height, and when hugging him he will lift 007n7 in the air

007n7 and c00lkidd cannot use the c00lGUI at the same time—active commands like clones don’t count when the GUI isn’t pulled up

c00lkidd has tried to drag one of 007n7’s clones back with him to the killers’ lair. This failed

007n7 has taken a hit from Chance’s gun for c00lkidd before

Despite his milestones, c00lkidd never ages physically or mentally. His body becomes more monstrous and his skills more honed, however

The outfit that c00lkidd wears in his 4th milestone is similar to what 007n7 wore when hacking

c00lkidd is under the impression that his father is the one who wants to keep playing this game, and tries to convince him to switch things up sometimes (gee thanks Spectre)

When using his pizza delivery skill, the clones c00lkidd makes aren’t as refined as 007n7’s because he never learned the proper code

[lampridius]

Heeey :3

Could I request platonic Boothill with a young reader (about teen years) who he has a sort of found family relationship with? (father-child) Reader is an orphan and is also on the run and wanted but for different reasons. Reader knows how to fight and keep up so they aren't completely defenseless nor are they a deadweight but yk they are still somewhat a kid so they are bound to be reckless

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 ❞ (𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧) －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: boothill ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | ���𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

you’re a fast runner, faster than most kids your age, and definitely faster than you should have to be. boothill doesn’t comment on it much, but you know he watches - sees the way you clock escape routes before sitting down in a new town, how you keep your back to a wall when you sleep, how you eat fast like someone’s gonna take it from you.

he doesn’t ask for your story. not in words. he figures if you ever want to spill it, you will. and if not - well, you’re here, ain’t ya?

he didn’t mean to get attached. he swears that every time you pull some dumb stunt, some reckless fight-picking or rooftop-jumping nonsense that leaves his metal jaw clenching so tight it creaks. you know how to handle yourself. sure. but you’re still learning, and boothill’s seen enough kids get chewed up by the galaxy to know the line between “scrappy” and “six feet under” is real thin.

he calls you “kid.” sometimes “runt.” occasionally “you lil’ hellraiser,” with just enough fondness in it to let you know he ain’t mad. not really.

you ride alongside him more often than not now. he makes you learn how to shoot properly - not just the wild, desperate kind of fighting you picked up while on the run, but clean aim, control, restraint. he teaches you where to hide, how to lie with your body language, how to bluff without blinking. and when he patches you up after a close call, he does it with the same care he gives his own busted systems. quiet, focused. steady hands. like it matters.

when you mess up (and you do, because you’re still learning) he doesn’t yell. he gets quiet. scary quiet, sometimes. but then he sighs, takes off his hat, runs a hand through his hair and mutters, “son of a nice lady, kid… you’re gonna put me in the damn scrap heap before i hit my next firmware update.”

you grin at him through a bloodied lip and say something like “you’re the one who said i needed to toughen up,” and he just grunts, rolls his eyes, and hands you a painkiller.

he never calls himself your dad. you never ask him to.

but when you’re too tired to keep your eyes open and you end up slumped against his shoulder by the fire, he shifts just enough to make sure your head won’t slip, and he doesn’t move again until morning.

he’s not a soft man. not gentle by design. but the world’s taken too many kids like you and left too many bones in the dirt. and if he can help you make it one more day, with your boots on and your will intact, then he’ll do it - quietly, stubbornly, with all the grit and loyalty he’s got left.

you ain’t his kid.

but he’s your ride-or-die anyway.

and maybe, in this ragtag scrapheap of a universe, that’s as good as blood.

[monowritestoomuch]

Vin’s Backstory

Hello everyone! Mono here! Just want to say that the writing below has topics that wouldn't be good for those who struggle with depression or other related topics, such as loss of life and those close to you. Feel free to click off if that’s not your cup of tea I’m just warning you beforehand.

For a recap: Vin is my Karmor. Karmor is the listener in bvz, otherwise known as Bastards vs Zombies. His full name is Vince “Vin” Ennio Amato and he’s a British-Italian in his late 20’s.

THIS FOLLOWS A THEORY OF MINE WHICH YOU CAN FIND HERE: Link

(Apparently British people go to college at 16????? What???? I’m just, gonna be real American for a little bit CA CAW MF)

He’s so fucking dead inside bro has seen some shit— 

On a totally unrelated note, IT’S LORE TIME™ FUCKERS—

*CLEARS THROAT* ONCE UPON A TIME—

So he was born to two loving parents, the firstborn. His mother was a teacher, and she taught first and second grade at the nearby school. His father worked as a construction worker, teaching his son to work with his hands and the importance of independency and hard work. His father also would take off his construction hat and place it on child —- head after he came home from work every day.

When he is about 11, his mother has his younger sister, a little girl with big green eyes and a bigger smile. Vin promises to be the best big brother there ever was and swears to protect her to which his dad ruffles his hair and laughs with a warm smile on his face.

His sister and him share the same bright sea glass eyes, from their mother.

So he grows up pretty normal for about two more years, he’s 14 at this point, and his father comes back from work on a day to day basis coughing constantly. Eventually the man goes to see a doctor and as it turns out, he’s got a terminal disease. 

A few months later, he’s gone. Vin’s sister is 4 now. His mother is working and picks up a second job. He starts mowing lawns for cash and selling papers. Whatever he could do to help his mom.

On his fifteenth birthday, his mother gifted him his father’s old jacket, rips and all. So his sister convinced him to fix it up, with her help. A four year old and a fifteen year old. With sewn on patches, paint splatters and sewn on flowers. 

And for the next few years, all is peaceful. By 17, he has a stable job after school working for a psychiatrist as a front desk manager, and setting his sister to bed while his mother worked on lesson plans.

His sister was now 6, almost 7. And she was so bright, so happy. She was thriving in school, a developing artist with great skill for her age, and a good head on her shoulders. 

Life was good. 

Then he went to Uni at 18, promising to send checks to his mother to help with income. And it was fine, for a time.

He ended up working as a tech for a psychiatrist at a mental institution. How he got that job? (Haven’t decided yet lol)

Anyway, he meets this weird patient. The main reason he thought that was because the guy was practically obsessed with crows. He drew them everywhere, plus a bunch of weird symbols Vin was pretty sure he was using to summon an eldritch god or demon or something.

Now Vin wasn’t freaked out easily, but that patient, well, he gave Vin the heebie-jeebies.

But life went on. He graduated college, with honors. His mom cried at his graduation and his sister smiled brightly, for she was now 10 going on 11 and was as happy as can be, a pure artist at heart.

And he went to medical school, planning to work in psychology. He wanted to help people, and although he wasn’t a man of many words, he still could help as many people as he could whenever he used his voice.

One day, however, his mother and sister wanted to go on a trip to the local history museum with him, but Vin declined, as he had a huge project due and tests to study for because medical school IS NO JOKE.

It’s a few hours later when he gets the call.

His sister, his Anise, his little star, and his mother, were dead. Killed in a car collision crash by a drunk driver. 

Vin punched a window that night, the glass cutting his hands. He didn’t care. 

He called out of his classes for the next day, as taking a whole week would not help he, he thought.

He did many things on that day off.

He visited his sister’s favorite gardens, where the Alliums bloomed sweetly every single year. He visited his mother’s favorite restaurant, ordering her regular sandwich to go. 

And he sat, at their favorite bridge, overlooking the water below, sandwich in its to-go box by his side, opened with bites taken out of it.

Trigger warning! 

Tears ran down his face as he overlooked the water, unable to see the bottom. 

He had no friends. His father was dead. His mother was dead. His sister, his Anise, his star, was dead. And he did everything, everything to help them. But it was all in vain—

He overlooked the water, empty eyes peering into it as his mind raced with thoughts. 

He sat behind the railing arms and legs looped through it, thorned bushes at his sides. 

He wondered what would’ve happened had he gone with them.

He wondered what it would be like to fall—

TRIGGER WARNING OVER

He snapped back, falling into the rose bushes as thorns cut and pricked his hands, stumbling through them. His hands were bloodied. But nonetheless, he picked up the sandwich box, and went back to his car.

He finished the sandwich.

The cuts weren’t too deep, but they were jagged, and deep enough to scar. He simply wrapped them up and wore soft black gloves for the next week.

He was numb as he went through the motions, planning the twin funerals for the most special people in his life. 

The funerals were no better. He spoke, the words holding back tears he couldn’t shed, the numbness and pain so deep inside him.

And he watched as their caskets were lowered and they were buried, as their tombstones were laid at their graves, beside his father’s.

He continued the motions, going through life. He supposed that’s all it was, that’s all he had.

And then he graduated, with honors. But unlike his college graduation, no one was sitting in the crowd for him. 

He was now 26, and going through the motions. Still working at the same tech job for the psychiatrist. 

And remember the weird crow-obsessed patient? Well one day, Vin went to visit him, doing rounds and checking up on patients, when he found that particular patient with a scalpel, threatening to ki// everyone. 

Vin tried to negotiate, but Crow only asked to play a game. Vin reluctantly agreed, peering around the room and seeing the strange symbols on the walls.

Vin had pressed the emergency call button, fast as hell because a patient had what was essentially a knife, a stabby object. 

But it was too late. When Vin tried to flee, the Crow man lunged at him, dragging him to the bed and plopping him beside him, stabbing himself and then Vin in the neck. And then he spoke in a language that Vin could only assume was tongues because what the fuck this man was batshit insane.

Vin watched as the world went dark, wondering whether he’d was dying or not. He wondered that if he was, would he see them all again?

And then he woke up in what was essentially the fucking void with the weird patient wearing a crow mask and wielding magic, which, like what the hell???

He was kept there. For over a year. Haunted by hallucinations of those he loved who died all those years ago. Tormented and forced to play games with the crow (man? God?) as his mind slowly whittled away, as his memories grew weary. They played games of death, because the crow was so desperately bored.

He didn’t know how much time passed, but one day he finally gave up, passed out. 

That’s when he woke up. In the dusty lands that seemed the blur and stretch. And that’s when he was kicked lightly awake, with a vaguely robotic figure talking down to him.

ANYWAY LORE TIME OVER 

SOB SILLIES >:)

💗

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Mr. Fix It

For a man who refuses to don a hat unless he’s in uniform, Steven J. McGarrett sure wears a lot of them. A decorated Navy SEAL, leader of the governor’s task force, expert pilot, sport pro, amateur (although he’d argue with you on that) mechanic, occasional ukulele player, son, brother, friend, uncle, husband, dog dad, and now race car-bed-putter-together. The man’s talents clearly know no bounds.

Leaning against the doorway of Charlie’s bedroom in Danny’s house, you can’t help but admire the view before you. Your husband has traded in his usual cargo pants and t-shirt for a pair of form fitting jeans that hug his lower half in all the right places and a plaid button up that shows off his muscular back and arms. A tool belt is slung low across his hips, and a few dirty jokes featuring the hammer and screwdriver tucked into their designated slots pop into your head unbidden. Steve slides the pencil out from behind his ear to make a mark on the wood, then grips the writing implement between his teeth to free up his hands. That draws your attention to the scruff currently dotting his cheeks and the sexy patch of gray along his chin that’s been steadily growing with every birthday that passes. He bends over to fit two pieces of the bed frame together, and your promise to Danny to not fool around in his house is suddenly dangerously close to being broken.

Passing Steve on your way to collect more wallpaper, you gather two handfuls of denim in a firm squeeze and appreciatively murmur, “Nice ass, stud.”

Your husband lets out an amused grunt, straightening up to his full height and tucking the pencil back in its rightful spot before turning to you with one eyebrow raised. “What was that, you cheeky little brat? Huh? You objectifying me again?”

“I said,” you emphasize as you climb the ladder with your next few feet of racing stripe wallpaper, “that’s a nice brass stud!”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve says, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Hey, lemme ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“You think Danno could fit in this bed, too?”

You turn to your husband, trying and failing to bite back your laughter. “You’re objectively the worst. And I’m telling him you said-”

Steve’s phone ringing interrupts your threat, and he brandishes his cell with a playful grin. “Speak of the Jersey devil.” He answers the phone, the smile melting off his face at whatever he’s hearing on the other end. After a few tense moments, he ends the call and then walks up to you on the ladder with a sigh.

“Duty calls?” you ask knowingly.

“Sorry, baby,” he pouts, leaning up to kiss you three times for I love you.

“Don’t get hurt, Steve!” you call to his retreating form down the hallway, getting a confident, “I won’t!” in response.

“I’m serious,” you yell louder as his footsteps grow quieter. “You’ve reached your allotted hospital visits for the month!”

__________

Later that night, you find yourself in the same position as this morning at the entrance to Charlie’s room, this time admiring the way the space has transformed into a little boy’s dream and enjoying the Indy 500 animatedly playing out before you.

“…and the crowd goes wild,” your husband declares, whisper-yelling cheers as Charlie grins proudly beside him. Steve tucks a victorious Charlie into bed before smoothing the little tyke’s hair down and pressing his lips to his forehead with a quiet, “I love you, buddy.” He joins you in the doorway, and your heart swells at Charlie’s voice sleepily calling out, “Goodnight, Uncle Steve! Goodnight, Auntie!”

“Goodnight, bubba, we love you,” you respond softly, flicking off the light switch and leaving only the glowing CHARLIE’S ROOM on the opposite wall as a nightlight. 

“Hey, race you in the morning?” Steve asks, head tilted in question. Charlie nods enthusiastically and his uncle reciprocates his excitement with a resounding, “Boom.”

Steve pulls the door shut behind you, and as you make your way down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist and lean into his solid form. “Should we make one?”

Your husband looks down at you, one eyebrow raised, and squeezes your hip. “You want a little race car bed, too?”

“Steve-” you groan, but he carries on with, “I mean, sure, but I’ll smoke your ass every time, babe.”

Laughing, you grip his face in one hand and smush his cheeks together until his nose scrunches up from a smile. “No, you doofus,” you correct him, “I meant should we start trying? Make a mini you?”

Steve’s eyes shine with adoration, and he shifts your hand to his mouth to press kisses against your palm. “You want to have a baby?”

“I think being a daddy would suit you well, Commander,” you purr, trailing your fingers down the sliver of skin peeking between the open buttons of his plaid shirt.

“That turn you on?” your husband teases in turn, taking note of the glint in your eye.

“I mean…” You trail off, looking up at him with a suggestive smirk. Using the collar of his shirt as leverage, you tug him closer and confess, “Uncle Steve with his kiddos is a hottie, don’t get me wrong, but Daddy Steve? One baby tucked up in each of those arms?” Your hands glide along his muscular biceps and you let out a hum of appreciation.

Steve’s eyes go wide, and he stills your wandering hands. “Woah there, two? At the same time?”

“Well, we can’t have one of your biceps getting bigger than the other,” you clarify. “You’d look dumb.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” he acquiesces, nodding. “You really want twins?”

“Steve,” you tut. “Don’t tell me the big bad Navy SEAL is afraid of dealing with two tiny humans.”

“I’m not afraid, I’m just, y’know- one is- is a lot already. Joanie could be a handful, so think about two of ‘em, two at the same time would be-”

“Hey,” you cut off his rambling, pulling him down to your level for a sound kiss. “How ‘bout we go home and get some practice in, and we’ll talk more about this tomorrow?” Steve’s hands glide down your body until they settle on your backside with a firm grip, and you take that as a yes. Pressing your lips to his again, you murmur, “Sound like a plan, McGarrett?”

He fixes you with a devilish grin in response. “Hooyah.”

__________

[A/N: I 👏🏽 love 👏🏽 this 👏🏽 man 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 My McGarrett obsession is somehow reaching dangerous new heights sos 🥵 And the thought of Daddy™️ as a daddy? Jesus take the wheel]

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Huskerdust babies?? Please say more

GLADLY oh my god there was no way I was going to be able to restrain myself until I made time to write a fic. and right off the bat, so much credit goes to @minky-for-short who came up with this with me

Okay, I'm going to bullet point it for structure. And first off, whether you want this to be a trans Angel Dust or demon magic making it possible or Angel being a porn demon giving him different genitals, go crazy, I don't mind any interpretation

So the fact that this happens is a result of their gradual redemption. Demons aren't supposed to be able to reproduce but as Angel and Dusk slowly improve themselves, they start changing in ways they don't notice and the curse they have in Hell starts to weaken

Charlie is actually the first person to find out, she clocks that Angel is feeling sick which is pretty unusual because he's actually been cutting way back on his general debauchery, having a much healthier coping mechanism over behind the bar. He insists he's fine because he's used to powering through pain and discomfort with a smile on his face. But she won't have it, she's going to get him checked out

Healthcare is very hard to come by in Hell but Charlie can get him access to the facilities in the Sloth ring. But the doctors there are just as stumped, no one can figure out whats wrong with him, it's not a bad batch of drugs, its not a hangover, he's just throwing up and miserable and exhausted

They're back at the hotel and it's Charlie who notices the barest of little sentient sparks when Angel Dust moves but it's not coming from him, it's coming from inside him. And she's the one who realises. And Angel Dust is convinced she's spouting idealistic bullshit but he can't deny it

It's a while before he can bring himself to tell Husk, he's terrified that it means he'll just want to call things off with him, that he's clearly not a winning hand. But eventually they're sat together and Husk mentions casually that whenever he's ready to tell him whats bothering him, he'll listen. Like, he's realised he's scared but he still gave him the space to deal with it and thats what makes Angel Dust brave enough to say it out loud. And after a moment of quiet, Husk just shrugs and says well lets hope he makes a better daddy than he did an overlord, huh?

They have twins in the end, a boy and a girl. Both dads got to name one twin each so Husk calls their son Howard, Howie for short, after a famous magician and Angel Dust calls his daughter Belladonna, Bella for short, because he wanted to give her a name that made her sound strong and able to defend herself

The twins are utterly adorable, no one can deny it. They have the multiple arms from their pops and little heart shaped pink patches on black fur from their daddy, each with a set of wings like his too. They act a lot like kittens, rolling around and hissing and pouncing on whatever moves in the hotel

They're also unashamed trouble makers, they really only listen to their daddy and their pops, everyone else has to bribe them. Fortunately they're cute enough to get away with everything and anything.

The twins also have a super close bond with their Auntie Charlie. I can go into more detail about this in another post but she ends up with the contract for their souls to protect them from both Heaven and Valentino (Alastor has no interest in the babies, beyond not really minding as much as he should when they climb up him, knock his hat off and call him Uncle Al)

But yes I have many many ideas about these two being dads and their little demons and all of that so feel free to bug me about them!

[discordiansamba]

ough. the implication that if the gaang had found zuko later in the lee from the tea shop au that he'd just be fucked. prince zuko never makes it out of ba sing se.

it's so deliciously fucked up.

like, it's obviously not the path i'm going because like. the slow recovery from the brainwashing? chef's kiss. love that shit. but just. thinking for a moment of a world where katara never visits that tea shop. prince zuko just vanishes from history entirely.

katara and sokka visit ba sing se. they're in their late twenties. they're visiting the middle ring when a little black-haired girl basically just barrels into katara. her father hurries over and scoops her up, and apologizes. i am so sorry. she wasn't watching where she was going. izumi, apologize to these nice people.

katara laughs and assures him it was no big deal. he looks faintly familiar, but not in a way she can place. she tells him that his daughter is very pretty, and he beams with pride. he introduces himself as lee. he owns a tea shop in the middle ring. you two should come by sometime. he'll give you a free cup as an apology.

and well. sokka's never said no to free. so of course they visit the tea shop. he honors his free cup of tea promise. katara is very pregnant with tenzin at the time and is happy to make a new mom friend in the form of lee's equally pregnant wife, jin. they talk over tea, and have a lovely time.

katara recommends the tea shop to everyone. she feels a little guilty the first time she brings aang there. oh. she really should have warned lee first. it's easy to forget sometimes, just how famous her husband is. they end up never visiting ba sing se without visiting the tea shop. lee and jin become their friends- and honestly? they're kind of lifesavers. neither of them mind babysitting at the drop of a hat. their two daughters- izumi and meiko- become friends of their own children in the process.

meiko surprises everyone by firebending.

it's fine, though. everyone knows there's no way jin would be unfaithful. it's probably just one of those weird quirks that happens sometimes. and hey- they know a lot of great firebending teachers who can help her. lee is so proud of his youngest daughter- he's proud of both of his daughters, really. he's a great dad.

("i learned a lot from my own father," lee tells them, "-he was a great man.")

lee and jin have a third child on the way. the gaang makes sure to drop in when she's near her due date. they've just entered the shop when they hear a crash from the back, and they all rush into the kitchen. jin is on the floor, clutching her stomach. katara realizes what's happening and barks out orders. it's a breech baby. don't worry, katara assures her. i can handle this.

it's a boy. his eyes are pure gold. she hands the newborn to his father, and lee takes him and looks at him with wonder in his face. he kisses his forehead and thanks katara. he crouches next to jin, and they marvel at their son together. lee brushes his hair out of the left side of his face and-

-katara abruptly realizes they'd never seen the left half of his face before. he was burned in a house fire when he was a child, she knows.

he does have a burn. it's stretched over the left half of his face, forcing his left eye into a thin slit. his eyebrow is missing. his left ear is crumpled. the patch right around his eye is redder than the rest of it. it's a scar she would know anywhere.

it's zuko's scar.

[shares-a-vest]

Steve looks up from his magazine, one of Keith’s many car subscriptions that he is gifted as leftovers, to find Dustin not not looking straight at him and fiddling with the same copy of Hello! Dolly he had picked up a solid ten minutes ago.

He is fairly certain he knows Dustin’s movie preferences. And they don’t include Barbara Streisand’s matchmaking through song and big hats.

Dustin turns away, revealing a backpack that now sports a gigantic Hellfire patch sewn onto the front pocket, courtesy of Robin and Eddie’s joint sewing endeavours.

“Henderson!” Steve calls, frowning.

Nothing. The kid might as well be twiddling his goddamn thumbs as he chances a glance over he shoulder, very obviously hearing him.

Steve snaps the magazine shut and rounds the counter to the musical section. But Dustin scampers away, setting a steady pace as he comically power walks down the split horror-comedy aisle in order to double back to the front of the store.

“Hey! What the hell, man?” Steve says, taking a few strides to get ahead of the kid so Dustin is blocked right between him and the front candy display, “What the hell is up with you?”

He probably sounds more accusatory than curious, judging by Dustin’s wide and panicked eyes. The boy shrugs and looks away.

Yeah, Dustin not talking and not blabbering away about anything, let alone whatever it is that’s up? Fucking weird.

Steve looks him over, examining his young friend’s movements as he shuffles on the spot and periodically scuffs his sneakers on the sun-faded green carpet.

“Um, uhhh...” Dustin hums after a long pause.

Still strangely incomprehensible for him – but it’s something, at least.

“What is it?” he asks, voice low as he searches for a shred of eye contact.

“Do you, I dunno... maybe...” Dustin trails off, gesturing in the air as a pair of nervous eyebrows disappear up under the Cubs cap Steve gifted him for Christmas 1984.

Not that Dustin cares about the Cubs – then or now.

Dustin slips his hands under his backpack straps and rocks on the spot as he continues prattling on.

“Do you wanna hang out on Sunday? I mean, if you don’t have a date or anything.”

The kid sticks out his bottom lip and rolls his eyes, not at all appearing as casual as he seems to want to be.

“Sure,” Steve shrugs, confused.

Jesus Christ, since when is this kid all nervous about hanging out?

“Steve,” Dustin sighs deeply, pinching his nose (good, back to his bratty, if a little exasperated, self), “Sunday is Father's Day.”

“Oh.”

He must have passed by the greeting card display at Melvad’s, over and over during every lunch break as he headed in for a can of soda and whatever non Family Video-sponsored candy Keith was craving.

It’s not like he had any reason to remember. His folks haven’t been home since the ‘earthquake’ and they almost never call. Hell, he has enough of a time conversing at any length when his mother does call, let alone asking her to put his father on the phone.

Not that he wants to talk to his non-college attending, barely-high school graduate son who works minimum wage retail and has no girlfriend, anyway.

Not that all of that matters much when Dustin is looking back at him with a rare sadness in his eyes.

“I mean, your dad isn’t home – obviously,” Dustin starts, though not quite as harsh as his usual barbs, “And Will spends the day with Hop now. Eddie and Wayne go fishing. And I would be going to visit my grandpa but he and Nanna went on a cruise. I think they went – ”

“Sure, buddy,” he blurts out, offering a pat on the shoulder to make up for inadvertently cutting the kid off. He pauses and frowns, “But what about your mom?”

Dustin shrugs, “She wants to have a girl’s day with Valerie.”

Ah, yes. Valerie Richardson, Claudia Henderson’s best friend and Hawkins’ biggest town gossip courtesy of her job as the receptionist at the doctor’s office. Steve can’t help but laugh – Valerie really knows her stuff.

“I’m assuming their girl’s day will involve a charcuterie board and wine?”

“Charcuterie,” Dustin mutters, beyond displeased at the thought of dips, fruit and water crackers – a far cry from his mother’s prized lasagne.

“Alright,” Steve announces, rubbing his hands together, “We’d better pick out some movies. I’m thinking we hit the arcade, then have a movie marathon over the cheesiest of pizzas...”

Dustin grins.

[oldworldwidgets]

TEDDY TIME TEDDY TIME

howdy pardners this is theodore dawson, my courier from new vegas :3 he is very large and very angry yet very soft and very gay and he is so precious to me

here's his playlist!! once again it's chronological so u can listen to his story like a fun yeehaw jukebox musical. i think his is my favorite of all my character playlists

alllll the teddy stuff (appearance, stats, story before the canon events of the game, fun facts) can be found under the cut!!! if you feel so inclined to read The Long Version written like a story where my longwinded ass spends about 7k words talking about themes and character motivations (and some soft gay longing perhaps), it's up on ao3 here.

appearance

41 years old; birthday may 3, 2240

6’6 with broad shoulders, generally built like a securitron.

patches of vitiligo splash across his face, chest, and arms

bennys bullet hit the right side of his face, carving a path from his eye to his ear, where a chunk of his ear is missing

because of this, he's blind in his right eye. the blind eye (a light, milky blue) is always a bit more closed than the seeing one (a dark, warm brown)

dark auburn chin-length hair and a short beard, both peppered with white because of his age and vitiligo. a big chunk of hair behind his ear is white as it grows from the scar.

he wears a horse or cow-skin vest with a great khans patch on the back

signature black cowboy hat, either on the top of his head or tied around his neck so it hangs down his back

gold jewelry - dangly cross earring in his left ear, upside down cross on a leather strap around his neck, big ass belt buckle

bright red shotgun shells on leather belt slung around his waist for his shotgun, dinner dell

stats

SPECIAL: 8, 1, 4, 5, 9, 2, 10

favorite perks: confirmed bachelor, animal friend, ferocious loyalty, intimidating presence

story

his dad was raised in utah and was very strictly mormon. when new jerusalem collapsed, dad moved himself, his wife, and his first son to the mojave and found work on an NCR sharecropper farm.

teddy was born fifth of six kids: four older brothers and one younger sister. he, his sister hannah, and his brother noah all have very visible vitiligo.

the kids were all also raised strictly mormon. his whole childhood, they were very poor. "at least we have each other" poor. his dad blamed it on the NCR, who owned the house and land and animals they ranched. they owned nothing, and the NCR paid them little more than that. teddy was quickly disillusioned with the NCR, then with the three of his brothers who decided to join them. one brother stayed back to inherit the ranch.

turns out, the NCR was paying; dad was just gambling it all away. he was so deeply in debt to all the families on the strip that they all decided to cut their losses and burn his farm to the ground.

that's... that's the story teddy decided to tell hannah, anyway (he wouldnt tell u this but he totally burnt that shit down on purpose). mom, dad, and one of his brothers were lost in the fire. teddy and hannah made it out, waved goodbye, parted ways.

teddy took his horse, old red, and began running jobs for whoever needed them. he never tied himself to one organization aaand his jobs weren't always above the ethical board. really, it was luck of the draw that, on any given day, he was the one defending the caravan instead of stealing from it

when he eventually went searching for his siblings, he found that two of the three brothers that had enlisted, predictably, were killed on duty. noah, though, had absconded almost immediately upon arrival due to a nasty chem habit

he found hannah "working" in front of gomorrah on the stip - her vitiligo made them instantly recognizable to each other - but she pretended not to know him because she was ashamed. he understood and gave up, but not before she hinted that he could find noah at the old mormon fort

he did, in fact, find noah there, medically detoxing under the care of some hot, blonde doctor (bweheheh....). they reconnected and it was..... really nice, even when they talked about how ashamed their dad would be if he could see them. it didnt matter. the family disappointments were the only family survivors.

teddy and arcade quickly grew very fond of each other, with arcade even being the first one to call him "teddy" after he told the doctor his name was theodore. he decided, despite its cutesy nature, to keep it.

after finishing his open jobs, teddy decided to stay with noah at the fort and run jobs for the followers when they needed it. he got reeeal comfy with arcade, and their subtle, playful flirtations eventually became noticeable to others. his brother, angry and sick from chem withdrawal and still fighting his religious upbringing, could not handle finding out that his baby brother was gay. when he did, he angrily shouted slurs and threw bottles at them until he was sedated and returned to bed.

teddy left the fort that night while everyone but the night watchman slept. he struggled to recover from what happened and drifted listlessly for a while... until he heard the news that noah had fled from his "rehab" program in the fort the day after teddy left, overdosed, and died.

the news spurred something in him, and he went looking for a real family and place to call home. after excelling in his initiation trials, he found one with the great khans. for two years, he was their resident rancher, runner, therapist, you name it.

then: 2278. the bitter springs massacre. teddy was away when it happened, and he still hasnt forgiven himself for it.

he spent the next three years drifting - again. hunting NCR. somehow racking up bounties in seemingly every single tribe in the mojave. his infamy, believe it or not, helped him survive: when he came across those who would kill him or turn him in, they seemed to prioritize who got to turn him in and collect the bounty over keeping themselves alive. whoops!

it was exhausting, though. drifting, killing, taking on the wasteland completely alone (except his beloved animals) took a heavy toll on teddy. he'd always been a killer and an outlaw, but he'd always been paid to clear other people's consciences. now, he felt he was only killing people to run from the consequences of his own actions. it was exhausting.

so, when three strangers – one in a loud, black-and-white checkered blazer – tried to knock him out and bind his hands, well… he had no reason not to let them.

*aint that a kick in the head starts blaring*

fun facts

hes not a big chem guy but hes such an alcoholic. in game he keeps at least 10 whiskeys on him at all times but would prefer to drink a sarsaparilla over using a stimpak.

he needs glasses pretty badly for his one seeing eye but he’s too stubborn to wear them

his scars always look a bit irritated because he doesnt take care of himself

he was a big pistol guy before benny shot him, but after he went blind in his aiming eye and started suffering from bouts of dizziness, he became a shotgunner. they require a far-from-perfect style of aiming

[gaiathewildanimal]

Meet Bunnydolls little brother Kooper!🥰

Kooper is the son of Jax and Ragatha. His body is covered in stitches as he has slightly bent ears and he has 1 pale pink patch sewn on 1 ear as he has other pale pink patches sewn on his pink overalls. Kooper also has 1 pink button eye as he also has 1 normal yellow eye with a round pupil. Kind of like Ragatha and Bunnydoll but Kooper also wears a pink and pale pink hat and his smile is made from stitches. Kooper also wears pink pale gloves as his fur colour is red.

Koopers design also takes inspiration from Raggedy Andy from Raggedy Ann and Rageddy Andy. Here are Koopers full details!😉

Age: 11

Relatives: Jax (his dad) Ragatha (his mum) Bunnydoll (his big sister)

Specie: Voodoo ragdoll rabbit.

Personality: Caring,sweet,rude,mischievous,jerk,brave and he’s a genius.

Friends: Topsy (Caine and Pomnis kid) Vincent (Caine and Pomnis kid) Bunnydoll ( his big sister)

Likes: Pranks

Hates: Too many girls!

Kooper is also known to only be a tiny bit younger than Bunnydoll as he is 11 years old where as Bunnydoll is 12 years old so she’s only 1 year older than Kooper.

[vanfleeter]

Trick or Treat // JTK

Characters: Dad!Jake x Tommy (son oc) x Fem!reader Warnings: Mainly fluff. Mentions of adult themes and allusions to sex.

Summary: The family goes trick or treating.

“Tommy!” Jake calls up the stairs. “Are you ready?”

Tommy comes bounding down the stairs, his long hair nearly covering his face. “Ready!” Jake hands him his coat and a hat before retrieving his car keys.

“No candy!” You call from the kitchen as you try to feed Lily in her highchair. Jake winks at Tommy before the two of them head out the front door.

–

Parking the car into an empty spot, Jake helps Tommy out of his car seat and follows him up to the doors of the Halloween store. Upon entering he’s immediately frightened by the witch who pops out at him. Jake chuckles and shakes his head. “Now you’re scared.” He says as he grabs Tommy’s hand and pulls him over to the kid section of the costumes.

“Aren’t we supposed to wait for Mommy to pick out costumes?” He says looking up at Jake.

“Yes, but I had an idea and I want to surprise Mommy.” Jake says as he reaches for a kid sized pirate costume. “Huh?”

Tommy eagerly nods his head and Jake hands him the packaged costume before moving onto accessories. He grabs a hat, an eye patch, a hook, and a belt and piles them all onto Tommy.

“Daddy..” Tommy groans.

Jake chuckles and removes the stuff from Tommy’s arms and carries them himself.

“Are we gonna match?” Tommy asks.

“Uh duh..” Jake says as he makes his way through the rest of the store and over to the adult section. He immediately covers Tommy’s eyes as they walk past the very adult costumes and uncovers his eyes once they make the adult pirate costumes. “Here we go.” He says as he picks out a pirate costume for himself.

They go over to the hats and he picks out a couple. He sets one on Tommy’s head and he laughs as it covers half of his face. “Too big?” Jake says with a chuckle.

“I think so, Daddy..”

Jake takes it off of Tommy’s head and puts it back on the rack. “Maybe we can just wrap a scarf around your head.” He says.

Paying for their costumes and heading back home, he sneaks them both into your shared bedroom and closes the door. A knock comes on the door a few minutes later as Jake is tying the head wrap around Tommy’s head.

“Jake? What are you doing in there?” He hears you call from outside in the hallway.

“Oh uh, it’s a surprise.” He calls.

“Why’d you lock the door?”

His head snaps around when he hears the doorknob jiggling. He sighs in relief when he remembers that he locked the door when he came in. “I said it’s a surprise.” He says.

“Jacob..”

“Babe, just trust me. You’re going to love it.”

“Yeah mommy, you love it!” Tommy exclaims.

“Tommy’s in there too?”

“Uh… Yeah..” Jake says slowly. “He’s helping me with the surprise.”

Hearing you sigh, he listens for your feet to walk away before he turns back to Tommy and finishes getting his costume together. Once he does, he orders him to stay on the bed and not leave the room, gently reminding him that it’s a surprise. He steps into the en suite bathroom and gets dressed in his own pirate costume and applies a little eyeliner. Coming back to the bedroom, he settles Tommy on the bed and gently applies a little eyeliner to his eyes as well.

“Alright, take a look.” He says as he lifts Tommy off of the bed and sets him on the floor.

Tommy runs over to the mirror and inspects every inch of his costume; he even brings his face up close to the mirror to look at the eyeliner that Jake had applied. Jake walks over and stands behind him.

“Do you like it?” Tommy shakes his head. “No?”

Tommy jumps into a pose; hands on his hips and a scowl on his face as he looks himself in the mirror. “I love it!” He exclaims, throwing his fists into the air. He spins around to face Jake. “Do I get a sword?”

Jake shakes his head. “No..”

Tommy’s shoulder slump and he groans. “But why not?” He whines. “You have one!”

“Yes, I do, but I’m not using it. That’s not a sword to be played with.”

Tommy huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh yeah? So then why was Uncle Joshy swinging it around the other night if it’s not a toy?”

Jake bends down to his level and rests his hands on Tommy’s shoulders. “Let me tell you something about Uncle Joshy that you mustn’t repeat to anyone else, got it?” Tommy nods his head. “Your uncle is an idiot.” He says, making Tommy giggle. “Never repeat that.”

Tommy nods his head. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Jake stands to his feet. “Ready to you mother our costumes?”

“Uh huh!”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

Jake unlocks the bedroom door and pulls it open. “Babe?” He calls. “Are you ready for the surprise?”

“Depends,” You call back from downstairs. “Will I be mad?”

“No?” Jake says. “I don’t think so?”

It was quiet for a minute before you responded. “Alright then.. Let me see this surprise.”

Walking out of the kitchen at the sound of their footsteps coming down the stairs, you freeze in the threshold when the two of them standing in the living room dressed in identical pirate costumes. Jake smiles and stands proudly beside Tommy.

“Pirates?” You say. “But I thought—you went out and bought pirate costumes?”

Jake nods his head. “I know you said you wanted to do a whole family thing but Tommy begged to be pirates and so.. I took him out to buy matching ones.”

“So that’s means Lily and I will just have to be–”

“Pirates.” Jake says. He brings a bag out from behind his back. “I bought a costume for you and for Lily.”

“Jake..”

“I know, I know. You already had ours bought but–”

“Next year, we'll be whatever I choose.” You say.

Jake nods his head. “Fair.”

“Which means you may or may not be wearing tights.”

Jake’s shoulders slump. “Babe, no..”

“Babe, yes.” You mock.

“You know those things give me wedgies.”

“Oh well, you should’ve thought of that before you changed the costumes for this year.” You say with a smirk before reaching for the shopping bags and heading up the stairs. “But you two do look adorable.”

—

After an hour of trick or treating, you decided to head back to the house with Lily to put her down for bed leaving Jake with Tommy, after he begged to keep trick or treating. “Just a few more houses, Mommy, please?” But of course, you–just like Jake–have troubles telling him ‘no’.

“Fine,” You sigh. “But you listen to your father and stay where he can see you, understand?”

“Yes, Mama.” Tommy says as he hugs your legs. “Thank you.”

“I’m taking the car,” You tell Jake.

“I'll order an Uber,” Jake says. “Or ask Sam to drive us–since we aren’t far from his street.”

Once you are gone, Jake turns to Tommy and winks. “Come on.” He grabs Tommy’s hand and together they go up to each remaining house on the street before going over to Sam’s street.

“Mommy said just a few more.” Tommy says.

“It’s Halloween,” Jake says as he picks up Tommy and sets him on his shoulder. “Time to have a little bit of fun.” He sets Tommy on the ground in front of another house and lets him run up to the door. He watches as he rings the doorbell.

By the time they reached the end of the block, nearing Sam's house, both pillow cases that they had brought to use were nearly full. Jake carried both over his shoulders as he followed Tommy down the sidewalk. As they approached Sam’s house, they could see him sitting out on the front porch with Rose at his feet as he passed out candy.

“Uncle Sammy!” Tommy calls as he runs up the driveway. Sam grins and hands off a candy bar to a little kid before setting the bowl of candy down on the ground and pulling Tommy in for a hug.

“Hey little man, what are you doing all the way over here?” Sam chuckles.

“I see you’re handing out the king sizes this year,” Jake says as he steps up onto the porch.

Sam’s jaw drops when he sees the two full pillow cases. “What did you do? Ransack the whole neighborhood?”

“Just about.” Tommy says with a giggle.

“Y/N is going to kill you when you get home.” Sam chuckles. “And let me guess, you need a ride back?”

“Yes.” Jake says as he sits down on the top step of the porch.

“Well then,” Sam says, handing the bowl to Jake. “Help me pass out the rest of this candy and I will drive you home.”

“Deal,” Jake says as he takes the bowl and rests in his lap.

Out of the twenty kids Jake handed candy out to, only two recognized who he and Sam were–and not by their costumes. Being who they are, they couldn’t deny the kids when they asked if they could take pictures with them.

–

Once all of the candy was completely passed out, Jake hands the bowl back to Sam and turns on the porch to call for Tommy but instead finds him curled up on the hay bale on the porch and fast asleep. He snorts and stands to his feet before walking up to Tommy. He scoops him up in his arms and carries him to Sam’s car as Sam carries the two pillowcases behind them.

Stepping into the house, Sam unloads the pillow cases onto the floor and says his goodbyes. Jake brings Tommy upstairs to his bedroom and lays him down in bed and starts to remove his shoes.

“Daddy?” Tommy groans as he wakes up.

“Come on bud, let’s get changed into your pajamas.”

Tommy pushes himself up right and pulls off the scarf wrapped around his head. “Daddy, can we eat some of the candy?”

“Tomorrow, right now it’s bedtime.”

“But it’s still Halloween.”

Jake shakes his head. “Halloween is over now buddy,” He says as he helps Tommy pull off his shirt. “It’s past midnight and you need sleep.”

“But I’m not tired..” He tries protesting.

Jake chuckles. “Tommy, you fell asleep in the hale bale on Uncle Sammy’s porch.” He helps him out of his shoes and pants and goes to retrieve his pajamas from the dresser. “Do you want dinosaurs or sharks?”

“Dinosaurs..” Tommy yawns. Jake grabs the dinosaur pajamas and goes back over to the bed. “And I only took a nap Daddy. I’m not even..” He yawns again and rubs his eyes. “...tired..”

“Mmhmm..” Jake hums as he gets Tommy dressed in his pajamas. “I promise that tomorrow after breakfast, we can go through your candy and you can have as much as you want.”

“You promise you won’t eat any of it like you did last year?”

Jake chuckles and nods his head. “I promise that I won’t touch a single piece.”

“And Mommy?”

“That I cannot promise.” He kisses his forehead and gently nudges him to lay down. “Now go to sleep.. I will see you in the morning.” He tucks him in and goes to stand from the bed.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah bud?”

“I had fun,” He says.

Jake smiles. “I did too.”

“Only 364 more days until next Halloween.” Tommy yawns before rolling over.

Jake scoffs and shakes his head. He shuts the light off and leaves the door open a crack before making his way back down stairs. He finds you sitting on the couch and scrolling through your phone.

“I figured you’d be in bed already.” He says as he sits down beside you.

You shake your head and place your phone on the side table. “Nope, I stayed awake waiting for you.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows perk up. “You haven’t done that in a while.”

“Mmm well, seeing you in this costume all night has been making me feel things.” You say as you climb into his lap.

“I’m not getting any sleep tonight, am I?” He says chuckling.

“Eventually.” You say leaning down to kiss him.

“God I love Halloween..” Jake moans as he flips the two of you over.

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[kiweegamez]

BARRY: I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. (The scene cuts to Barry looking out on the hive-city from his balcony at night) MARTIN: Hey, Honex! BARRY: Dad, you surprised me. MARTIN: You decide what you're interested in? BARRY: - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. : Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? MARTIN: Son, let me tell you about stirring. : You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. : You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. BARRY: You know, Dad, the more I think about it, : maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. MARTIN: You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? : That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. : Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! JANET: - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. BARRY: - I'm not trying to be funny. MARTIN: You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! JANET: - You're gonna be a stirrer? BARRY: - No one's listening to me! MARTIN: Wait till you see the sticks I have. BARRY: I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! (Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on) MARTIN: Let's open some honey and celebrate! BARRY: Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. : Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! JANET: I'm so proud. (The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job) ADAM: - We're starting work today! BARRY: - Today's the day. ADAM: Come on! All the good jobs will be gone. BARRY: Yeah, right. JOB LISTER: Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Is it still available? JOB LISTER: - Hang on. Two left! : One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. ADAM: - What'd you get? BEE IN FRONT OF LINE: - Picking crud out. Stellar! (He walks away) ADAM: Wow! JOB LISTER: Couple of newbies? ADAM: Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! JOB LISTER: Make your choice. (Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very confusing) ADAM: - You want to go first? BARRY: - No, you go. ADAM: Oh, my. What's available? JOB LISTER: Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. ADAM: - Any chance of getting the Krelman? JOB LISTER: - Sure, you're on. (Puts the Krelman finger-hat on Adam's head) (Suddenly the sign for Krelman closes out) : I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. (Takes Adam's hat off) Wax monkey's always open. ADAM: The Krelman opened up again. : What happened? JOB LISTER: A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. : Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. : Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! ADAM: Oh, this is so hard! (Barry remembers what the Pollen Jock offered him and he flies off) Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, : humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, : mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? (Adam turns around and sees Barry flying away) : Barry! POLLEN JOCK: All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... ADAM: (Through phone) What happened to you? Where are you? BARRY: - I'm going out. ADAM: - Out? Out where? BARRY: - Out there. ADAM: - Oh, no! BARRY: I have to, before I go to work for the

mafia. Bee thinking about the consequences. I will get the finding nemo script. @mafia-fish then we can have a ‘reel’ing experience, after all you might ‘fin’ish the bee movie by then, I’ll bee waiting

[fanartalchemist]

back at it again with the #planet m0nd02019 au characters. We got a father and his son, and a drone that can do a lot of tricks, except for speaking. more story below (and a Terrifying surprise art at the end)

Pop & Cub:

Mime:

Things to know about Pop & Cub:

Pop is the only Parent in town, caring for a single infant drone named Cub. Pop would go to the farthest planet in the solar system and back just to protect his only child. His wife died of an unknown cause. He is a Decent father if he is not easily distracted and uses better judgment. Being a parent on their planet is hard, but not as hard as one of his worst Incidents when he had to make a drastic decision.

Before that story, let's get to know his son better. Cub Is the youngest member in town. He likes to be a firefighter when he grows up. he enjoys video games and exploring wherever his dad goes. Mutch like Flippy and Splendid, he has an Active Solver that makes him survive even the biggest accidents that could usually kill him. Cub mostly uses his Solver to move around by spinning his propeller hat and to play with whatever he can get his "hands" on. there are some occasions where his powers have greater potential, but there was only one record where he lost control of his solver.

Pop usually likes downloading different stories to entertain his son with before bed, but one day he had found a USB that contained a Free "story" to download. Little did he know that it was a virus that would corrupt the solver, but it was too late. By the time it was morning, his son was acting strange. He hired Mime to take care of his son since he had plans to head out. while Mime checked on Cub in the kitchen, Petunia was also at his door. She was selling cookies and was hoping Cub and Pop would like some too. Both of them head to the kitchen, only to find his possessed son, mutated into some sort of Tentacle Demon that Tore Mime's head off his body. it grabbed Petunia, but she slipped out of its grasp. Both hid from the possessed child, while Pop called Serial Designation L for help. Sadly, Petunia was found and Was Mauled to death. L finally arrived with the patch and fought the demonic entity. During the fight, Pop saw his cub's face and saw that he was in pain. He came to realize that his son was aware but had no control. Afraid that his son would have to live with the memories of what he had done, Pop had to make his toughest decision. After L removed the thing from Cub with the patch, Pop used that chance To put his son out. Cub came back through regeneration, but he couldn't remember what had happened. Pop had a hard time moving on from that incident, but eventually, has has gotten better. Because of the planet's Curse, everyone who was disassembled is brought to life with no recollection of the incident, except for the witnesses. What happened to the USB with the virus, we may never know. It was never seen since Pop had gotten rid of it and removed memories of where he hid the USB. Hopefully, nobody has to use that Virus ever again.

Things to know about Mime:

Mime Is Considered a great artist on the planet. With the Permanently damaged speech synthesis, he can only communicate by other means like signing, visor text, sound effects, and Mime stuff. He enjoys making people around him smile, whenever he is in a workplace or in public. there are times where he isnt lucky tho, especially when it comes to actually comunicating. for example, he would be the most quietest victim to kill without alerting other drones in the group. that, and he cant warn others about the danger in time unless they payed attention to what he is saying. Being the quiet one is rather difficult.

[totkdaily]

Day 48: Fashion Drama

I'm almost at Hateno with my neat little korok cart… when a chuchu sets the cart on fire and my wheels roll away. I carry the korok the rest of the way and whistle for Pumpkin to follow.

I'm starting to think I should keep a towing harness on him always, in case of meeting koroks. 

I stop at Addison's sign to give the guy a hand. Then we finally head into town mid-afternoon.

There's a kid guarding the gate - Teebo. His dad's at Lookout Landing, apparently. 

Nack is in the Pumpkin patch. He says people used to come here for the vegetables, but now they come for Cece's fashion. That's what Claree mentioned in Kakariko - her sister was coming here to study fashion. I wonder if she's made it?

Everyone in town's wearing these mushroom hats. Ivee at the general store says they're Cece fashion, and points me at the clothing store across the way. There's a crowd of people, all with mushroom hats. They're waiting for tickets to go into a shop? Baffling. 

It looks like Cece's sister Sophie is running the shop. Or… not a shop. I can just look at the things? More like an exhibition. That explains the tickets.

Cece is certainly bold. She's made an extraordinary hat. 

A man bursts in - Mayor Reede. The sculptures are… bothering the plants? Even his wife Clavia thinks some people must like the art. The argument is avant-garde vs quaint. Cece wants to run for mayor to see which is more popular. I can't help but feel like there are bigger problems - but you can't even see Hyrule Castle from here. Those troubles must seem distant. 

I tell Cece I support her - no point making enemies - and she asks me to give mushrooms to Reede's supporters. Anyone who isn't wearing a mushroom hat, basically. But not Reede's family, children, travellers or researchers. That leaves eight people. Fine. 

I should check with Reede to see if he wants me to do anything to drum up support for him, too. 

Sophie says Cece has been sneaking off in the middle of the night. She asks me to tail her and find out why. Intriguing.

There's a guy called Manny who's infatuated with Ivee. Didn't he used to be infatuated with the woman who worked at the inn? I think she's married now...

He wants to know what Ivee likes - I ask her, and she says frogs. 100 frogs. He'd like help gathering them, and asks me to get ten hot-footed frogs. Sure, if I come back this way one day and happen to have ten frogs, he's welcome to them. He needs to learn that this is not how you get girls to love you, though. 

In the dye shop, Sayge, Senna and their son Sefaro. Sayge gives me some Cece brand fabric I might like to use for my paraglider. 

Uma, who tends the fields out by the school (there's a school?) accepts a mushroom and says she just wants the young people to stick around. 

Cece leaves the shop at 10pm - I almost miss her sneaking out. She heads to a nearby silo - and secretly indulges in eating vegetables!

Reede will enjoy this, if he finds out.

[jeannesjeans]

I accidentally turned my favorite hat into a decoration

Shedeur Sanders signed my hat.

For those of you that don't know, I am a student at CU Boulder and Shedeur Sanders is our quarterback. He is quite famous, not only for his excellent football skills and mediocre rapping skills, but also for being the son of NFL and MLB star Deion Sanders.

I found this hat dirty and brown in my dad's house and claimed it as my own. Things I love about this hat: it's simple design, good quality embroidery, and that it's technically vintage according to the patch on the side that says "Tostitos Fiesta Bowl 2002."

I wore this hat to the last CU home game of the season, which would also be Shedeur Sanders's and Travis Hunter's last games at Folsom Field. In a drunken craze, I ran to the wall after the game had ended and began waving my hat and shouting at Sanders. He passed me the first time, so I ran up the wall so he would have to pass me again. Finally, with someone else's sharpie, Shedeur signed my hat. "Just 'cause you consistent," he told me.

In the immediate aftermath, I felt very accomplished, and proceeded to brag to all of my friends who so graciously entertained my success. The most excited were my boyfriend and his roommate, two football fanatics. They informed me that I was never to wear the hat again. It'll get dirty, the signature will wear, and if I ever try to wash it, the signature will smear. This made me question why I even tried to get my hat signed in the first place.

The next day, I learned this was actually my Grandpa's hat. As a season ticket holder back in the day, he had special access to bowl game tickets, and gave one to his friend. His friend brought back this hat from Arizona for my Grandpa.

Takeaways: What is really the point of having your hat signed if you're not a huge football fan yourself? There isn't really one. I'm not the kind of person who would hang up any sort of football memorabilia in my house anyways. Now, instead of a cute hat, I have the equivalent of a framed signed jersey or poster to use for decor.

Still, I can see the value of having a signed hat. Maybe my kids will think it's cool someday. I think it's cool now. I'm just out of a cool vintage CU hat. And no, I won't be selling it on eBay.