#i cant believe they kept the dogs

[despazito]

chainsaw man is the story of a young man collecting as many adoptive sisters and other people’s pets as possible

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

[electoons]

she was the silliest billy 🥹

[filmbyjy]

COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

FOURTY – sunghoon maid costume

you could not believe your eyes when you witnessed sunghoon walking down the hallway towards jake's office in a maid office. his face was dark, clearly he didn't enjoy this little punishment. maybe this was what he kinda deserved for causing pain and suffering to you and sunoo all these years with his endless dating scandals.

sunghoon does a little curtsy in his outfit and hands you a plate of sandwiches.

"here you go." he says in the most monotonous voice ever. you burst out laughing.

"so why did jake ask you do to this?"

he sighs, "because i caused so much trouble to you and sunoo...for a long time...and i tried to flirt with you too...jake ask me to wear this."

"you're actually pretty in this."

sunghoon tilts his head, his ears perked up as you say it. "really?"

you held in your laughter, "yeah, the pink bow adds to the outfit. you look like those people who got forced by little girls to wear it."

"okay, so i brought-" jay stops in his tracks. shocked to see sunghoon in a maid outfit. "your milk tea...what the fuck happened to you."

"jake happened. that spawn of satan made me wear this as a punishment."

jay laughs. "well, he has great taste. you look good, my dearest friend. the finest lady ever." jay smacks sunghoon's shoulders. sunghoon groans.

“this is embarrassing. why did he have to make me do this?” sunghoon whines.

“you could’ve just…idk not do it?” jay says.

“but my job is at stake.” sunghoon huffs.

“well buddy then I can’t help you.” jay shrugs. sunghoon deadpans.

“you were of no help the moment you walked in.”

“boo hoo, you’re sounding like a little baby.” jay argues back.

“ohoho you’re getting on my nerves-”

“can you two just shut the fuck up?” you say as you stood in between them. sunghoon and jay don’t try to argue any further. they kept quiet.

“good, now why is jake doing all of this?”

“bro code, sorry cant tell.” sunghoon shrugs.

“yeah, all we can say is…he planned something huge for you.”

“we’ve been dating for 3 months. if jake proposes to me, I swear to god.” sunghoon freezes. “park sunghoon, for the love of god. please tell me he’s not proposing to me. it’s been 3 months.”

“ehem, no spoilers.” he does jazz hands to stop the awkward tension from rising. jay deadpans and smacks the back of sunghoon’s head.

“he’s not proposing, don’t worry.”

“okay, good.” you sighed out. while you’d love to have a marriage with jake, you feel like this would be too fast for you to process. sure, jake would be an amazing husband from the past few gestures in the last 3 months but you weren’t physically ready to become a wife just yet.

sunghoon gets a call. with a couple of hums and grunts from him, the call ends and he stares at you.

“alright, sim jaeyun awaits for you. heeseung hyung is driving you there. he’s waiting downstairs, m’lady.” he does a curtsy once again. jay bursts out laughing.

“you should get a wig, it would really do you justice.” jay mentions as he tries to stop himself from laughing harder.

sunghoon glares at jay, “escort her or I will kick you with these high heel boots.”

jay wipes the tears of joy as he laughs, “okay okay. I’ll escort her. come with me, (name).”

and so jay drags you out to the carpark of the building. heeseung waits for you, he holds out the door for you and he bows.

“welcome.”

“heeseung, what the hell are you doing?”

“play along, jake is paying me big money for this. ehem.” he holds out his hand. “let’s get you to your requested venue.”

“okay…” you were a little suspicious but you still went along with it.

after a couple of turns and red lights, finally you made it to the venue. it was an apartment building, felix held out the door for you to walk in. heeseung bows and leaves.

“lix, why are you here?”

“jake asked us all to be here.”

“oh, he is definitely proposing.”

“mmm, not what you think but I shall just. keep my mouth shut. ningning and gaeul are waiting for you by the elevator, go ahead.” he shows you the direction.

and so you made your way over.

“pause.” ningning says as soon as you stood in front of them. “we need to put you in the most beautiful outfit.”

they both dragged you inside one of the rooms, next thing you knew. you were being put into different variety of clothing and when they finally found the most perfect one. they slapped on some makeup for you. the clapped their hands.

“perfect!” ningning says.

“jake is gonna fall for you all over again!” gaeul adds. you couldn’t help but blush.

gaeul and ningning pulls you back to the elevators, they clicked on the last floor. a penthouse but why are you going here? the elevator dings and the opens wide, right to the floor of the penthouse. not a single door in sight. it just leads right into the home. your jaw drops.

there jake was, standing in a tuxedo. he steps forward and lets a key dangle down his two fingers. you tilt your head because what did he mean by this. his free hand reaches out for yours and holds it. it was warm and soft. the sparkles in his eyes, glimmering under the light.

“(name).” jake starts off.

“our relationship has had a rocky start, I hurt you twice and somehow…you still chose me in the end. I don’t deserve you. you’re the prettiest girl ever and I’m just a boy who’s hopelessly in love. I-I want to be with you forever and I know it’s too early to say that, we’re only 3 months into our relationship. however, I promise to be with you till the very end so instead of a promise ring…how about a promise house?” he throws a small awkward smile at the end. unsure if you’d even accept it.

“oh jaeyun…” you gave him a big hug. he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck. “yes, I’ll move in with you.”

“SHE SAID YES!!!” jake screams. confetti poppers were set out and your friends were happily yelling congratulations. jake jumps around with you in his arms.

“oh oh! I have to show you something!” he drags you upstairs, to which it leads to the rooftop garden.

your jaw drops at the view. it was…perfect.

“do you like it?”

“of course!” you hugged him once more.

“we can play around with Layla up here if she doesn’t want to go downstairs. I need to dog-proof up here though. kinda dangerous for her still.”

“we can settle this later, for now…I LOVE YOU!!!” you gave him kisses all over his face. jake squeals, his adorable smile plastered right on his face.

and so…the tale of yours and jake’s relationship continues…

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a/n: l-last chapter of Collie Duty😭😭😭 anyways, thank you for following this story with much love like Twitter Sucks!, Business Proposal and Jam Out. I had a lot of fun creating all the previous SMAUs and including this one! Be sure to look forward to the alternative chapter and MineStream whenever that comes out🩵🩵

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[cod-dump]

great now you need to do teen ghost getting a puppy.

"ah yes. puppy will help him pick up chicks."

"nik, both our kids are gay."

(or bisexual. i cant tell if alex is with gaz or farah. or both)

Bastard (teen!Ghost au)

———

Nik only told them he was coming home with a surprise for them.

Well, the surprise was mainly for Simon but he assured John that all of them would enjoy it equally. John wasn’t sure if he should be worried about what the man was bringing home. Simon had already gave himself a headache with how quickly his thinking about the surprise got out of hand. John had given him aspirin and told him to lay down, which Simon immediately fought against.

“Si, I’ll get you when he gets here. Go lay down.”

Simon whined, John certain he was too excited to even attempt to relax but he insisted. Kyle stepped in and ended up dragging Simon upstairs, John waiting until the disappeared from sight before he went to the living room to sit. He would love to believe that Nik wouldn’t bring anything crazy home but given the man’s track record John couldn’t be certain.

“So… No idea what he’s bringing?”

Farah sat next to him, she was so mature already. It was like having a third adult in the house instead of another teenager. The thought made John’s heart ache, knowing her maturity was a result of what she had to deal with.

“Not a clue. God— He’s going to destroy my house. I just know it.”

Farah hums in thought at John’s words before she grinned, “I bet he has a dog.”

John stiffened, “That’s specific…”

“He said the surprise was mainly for Simon. Ya know, your son who has been begging for a dog for a few years.”

God no-

“Rather random timing for that.”

“Not really. Simon had gotten his third paycheck from that job at the mall he has, and he went on another tangent about how much he wants dog last night. He’s responsible, can take care of a pet, and you know it would make him very happy.”

John blinks before he turns his head and gives Farah a glare, “You’re in on it.”

She doesn’t even try to deny it, “Yup. C’mon, John. Simon deserves a dog.”

“The mess, Farah!”

“You know Simon would take care of it!”

John groans, leaning back on the couch as Farah glares. He didn’t get Simon a dog because he was afraid he would end up having to care for it. Though Simon has shown that he can be responsible and he’s been doing well at his job, so that wasn’t much of a excuse anymore.

The truth was, he was scared to get another dog. After what happened with his old hound John swore he would never get another dog. But this dog wasn’t for him, it was for Simon.

“You’re right…”

Farah puffed up in victory, patting John’s shoulder before she takes out her phone and starts texting. John stares, that fucker-

“You should go get Simon.”

To be played by an eighteen year old girl. He felt proud.

Getting Simon to sit still was a hassle, he kept trying to get up and go to the door. Kyle and Farah had to sit on either side of him to keep him down. John couldn’t help but find it adorable, it’s been awhile since he had seen him so excited for a surprise.

John prepared himself when he heard a car door shut, Simon immediately vibrating with pure excitement. John opened the door, ready to freeze Nik where he stood with a glare, but he melted as soon as he saw the fluffy bundle of joy in his arms. Nik was visibly smug and rather proud of himself.

“Bastard,” John muttered out with no heat behind it.

Nik just grinned before he placed a quick kiss to his cheek before moving past John and into the house. Kyle squealed and Simon just made very quiet, squawking noises. Yep, John wasn’t going to be able to top this one.

John closed the door and rounded the corner to see Nik place the German Shepherd puppy on the living room floor, Kyle and Simon practically melting off the couch to lay on the floor on either side of it. Neither boy made a coherent sentence, in fact not a single sound they made sounded like a word from any language that John knew. His heart swelled at the sight as the boys cooed and just lost their minds over the puppy.

John walked up to Nik and leaned against his shoulder, he honestly didn’t know what to say. Simon made a sob-like sound when the puppy wandered over to him, allowing him to pick it up. He was grinning broadly when the sweet thing gave him timid kisses to his face. God, he was so happy. He hated himself for not letting him get a dog sooner.

Simon noticed the collar of the puppy with a tag, twisting the collar around to look at it. When Simon froze, his face dropping suddenly, John’s heart skipped a beat as well did Nik tense up.

“Riley…”

“Had to make sure you knew he was your dog.”

Simon blinked, tears welling up quickly before he buried his face in the puppy’s fur. In a instant, Simon was handing the puppy, Riley, to Kyle before he stood and nearly tackled Nik in a hug. Nik hugged him back instantly, one arm across his back and a hand cradling the back of his head. Simon sobbed into Nik’s chest, the man kissing the top of his head as he held him.

“I love you,” John almost didn’t hear Simon’s voice with it being muffled by Nik’s chest on top of it sounding so small.

Nik pressed another kiss to Simon’s head, “I love you, too, kid.”

It took a moment, but Simon finally pulled away from Nik, wiping his face. Sometimes, in moments like this, he doesn’t look like he grew up at all. Simon surprised John with a hug as well, giving him a good squeeze before parting and going back to the floor. Kyle whined when Simon took Riley from him but made no fight to keep him.

Nik stepped away into the hall, John naturally following him. The man wipe his eyes, John stepping over to him and pulling him into a hug. Nik melted against him, holding him.

“I’m not going to be able to beat that come Christmas time.”

Nik laughs, pulling away so he could look at John’s face, “Oh, I didn’t mean to upstage you, my liege.”

John swats Nik’s shoulder, the man snorting as he steps away, “Bastard.”

“Two times a bastard, all in one day. Hmm, wonder if I can make it three-“

John rolls his eyes, damn this man, “Behave… you did a good job.”

“Hmm?”

“You made Simon’s… everything. He looked so happy…”

“Thought I fucked up with the name for a moment there.”

“Honestly? I thought so, too.”

John pulls Nik back close to him, pressing a kiss to Nik’s lips. Nik held him, leaning into him as he did. They broke the kiss, resting their foreheads together. It was silent in the hall, the only sound coming from the boys still going insane over Riley and Farah laughing.

“So… do I get a reward for my big success?”

John smacks Nik’s shoulder, lowering his voice, “Behave!”

Nik laughs and John grins. Damn this man.

[i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy]

Baby trapping with the yandere obey me boys

AFAB! Reader, you/your pronouns, my favouritism for certain characters being obvious

tw pregnancy/yandere

Part 2- do they see the child as their own person or an extension of MC?

Who do I think is most to least likely to baby trap MC?

Diavolo

I honestly think this partially because he needs an heir because he’s a royal but also he’s delusional. He truly believes you love everything he does and you’re both ready to have a child. It also ties you down to him, what more does he want but that? If you have a child together, surely you can’t leave him.

he dismisses your fears with patronising words and gentle touches. It seems you cannot anger him during this period, take this newfound power with care though. Just because he can’t punish you now, doesn’t mean he’ll hold a grudge

from an outsider looking in, you are an adorable couple excited for their baby to be born, but they don’t see the crying as you are kept at arms length so you don’t do something stupid. They don’t see the pain you feel when he talks to your growing belly in such a tender way that you wish your relationship could be normal. It would be a comfort then. But it’s not. It feels like a constant threat, you are too afraid to push him away or move

I think your child(ren) will grow up thinking you and diavolo are normal and lost in love with one another until they reach their teen years where they realise it’s not healthy. You think they’ll help you? I’m afraid your mistaken, they will simply act as guard dogs for their father. You cant leave now, none of them want you too. You love them don’t you?

leviathan

levi is next in my list.

this might not be a popular pick for this high position but it asserts to him that you are HIS

he’s not prepared to be a father, you don’t want his child

You cant find help anywhere, his brothers don’t know your there. You just know there is a child inside you and you want it gone.

levi sees it as a sign of your love, he feels affirmed by it

he will do research to help you but you just cry. This delusional demon thinks they’re happy tears

he tries to make you feel happy, truly

The chains are for your safety

he wants you to be together forever and this child HE put there keeps you tied. Why cant you understand that?

the pregnancy runs surprisingly smooth however you are left a broken being by the end of it

You think this could alert the brothers though, however what you don’t realise is that leviathan has a secondary location prepared. You’re still a prisoner, but you have a bit more space. You can hardly look at the child when it looks so similar to the bastard who kidnapped you. You know it’s not their fault but you hate them

the child(ren) grow up knowing you and their father aren’t a normal couple

I see 2 outcomes: they help you escape and reintegrate you into society and call their uncles to help OR when they still are young and Levi isn’t around you kill them. You feel guilty but in the spur of the moment it seemed logical. And Levi went furious over this and you were drowned when he summoned Lotan. He couldn’t believe you were all dead. He kept you and the kid in a coffin looking for ways to bring you back. You can only hope he doesnt

Lucifer

Well it’s quite obvious he’d be high on the list

hes a control freak and a sadist

seeing you wailing as it’s obvious that your pregnant makes him feel a sick sense of joy.

you’re stuck with him. Forever. You couldn’t raise a half demon child on your own and you know it. You couldn’t provide and no one would believe what lucifer did to you was true

hes baby-proofing everything

he constantly reminds you of it too

He knows how much you hate this situation , but he just doesn’t seem to care

he does make sure you get all the care you need and everything you could even think of.

the pregnancy runs somewhat smoothly with only your hatred of him causing some disruption

he still punishes you, but lighter than before.

you try not to hate the baby, you know it’s the fathers fault, but you can’t help but want to cry as you see the dark hair and red eyes in small bundle you hold close to you. You want to protect it though, from Lucifer

he seems to be more tender than before, but he’s still cruel

Lucifer uses the child as a reward. If you behave you see it. If you don’t, would be a shame if something happened, wouldn’t it?

It could grow up cruel and like it’s father or like you, wanting you to get out. Maybe if it speaks out when it’s older and people get to you fast enough, you’ll be saved? This depends on how much the child sees you though

Satan

He is sure it will strengthen the bond between you

he also just wants you to feel forced to stay with him

surprisingly, he treats you both extremely well. It’s almost enough to help you forget the circumstances on your ‘relationship’ ALMOST

he enjoys reading books to the bump and kissing it, it’s honestly heartwarming.

he makes sure you get all the medical attention you need and also your cats are an excellent form of comfort and warmth

he enjoys looking after you, he treats you so well because maybe the entire experience might make Stockholm get its hold in you?

The child sees the healthy side of your relationship because you cannot bear the idea of it seeing what happens behind closed doors

it grows up blissfully unaware and if it does work it out, they will simply ignore it, out of fear or not, you’ll never know

youll be the image of the happy family, but you never will be and you know it.

Mammon

It was an accident but a part of him is happy

He and your love formed a whole new thing.

you can’t leave him now, after all you have showed your devotion

unfortunately he thinks he knows how this will work. He doesn’t

he takes up more of your time than before and he doesn’t provide everything you need. No doctors appointments because he can’t stand other people touching you

so it’s a horrible experience

you suffer through the whole experience and he can’t see it

the child grows up like their father I’m afraid, clingy and a bit of a moron but you try not to hold their resemblance to their father against them

you might be able to get away I think. Depends on the plan

Simeon

Honestly I think you could ignore the toxic traits and it could happen quite quickly with him. It looks like a normal relationship but you know deep down it’s not

its a ‘planned’ thing. By Simeon of course. Not you

he keeps you close so you can’t leave. Even before the child(ren) is born you’re stuck with him

he treats you incredibly. He keeps you as happy as you can be in that situation

the child is radiant and the perfect combination of you and it’s father. He loves the baby, you hurt that you and him are now joined in the way of a child

simeon acts as though you are normal and always have been. You go along with it. You’ve never seen him truly angry and you don’t want to so you go along with his lies.

the child grows up with affectionate parents and becomes a well rounded adult. Also big brother Luke is prominent in their life

they end up as an amazing person and you are so proud, but you know that if you asked them for help, told them the truth of their father, they wouldn’t believe you.

beelzebub

Hes a family man

Once again may be an accident

he knows your relationship is unhealthy but he thinks this will repair it

he also wants you to love him more

the pregnancy is average, not amazing, not terrible

hes sure he’ll be a great dad and assures you of it

the baby grows up in an alright household. It seems like the usual family, arguments and affection

The child won’t know what happens when they sleep and before they were born. And they never will and beel makes sure they’ll never find out

Asmodeus

Asmodeus has a true love of you. He just presents it in a less than ideal way (blackmailling you to be in a relationship with him)

he thinks that the baby will be so cute on your shared devilgram. It may also be a publicity stunt on top of forcing you to stay close to him.

you get arguably the BEST treatments in the Devildom and glow throughout the process. You’re pretty, healthy and pregnant with his baby, what more could asmo want

the baby is one of the ones that grows up in the public eye. It’s sad honestly. They grow up with little privacy

they also know (despite their father trying to hide it) the way you two ‘fell in love’, they want to help you. You’ve always been their favourite parent too

if they help you, you present it publicly that you just weren’t happy anymore. Only you three know the truth. You and the child will remain popular and wealthy and you’re safe now. The child will go a bit obsessive over your safety, make sure it doesn’t go too far though. If they don’t, it will either just remain unknown or it might come out when you snap. Will everyone believe you?

barbatos

Honestly he could go anywhere on this list. I’ve put him here though because I believe he doesn’t feel as though he has to.

he does it doesn’t do it depending on his wants. If barbatos wants a child, he’ll have a child with you. The universe is on his side, so you can’t deny it seems logical that you can’t really say no.

he may leave some feelings of not wanting the baby from you but this honestly once again depends on his feeling and his ‘relationship’ with you. If you’re more willing to fight he will be more sadistic. If you’re Docile, he’ll be kinder and gentle

( i have a headcanon that barb’s SO can see visions of the future and past but like only in other universes. I’ve written it in other works I think somewhere. I gained it from a creator who has a similar one but I changed it up a tiny bit to fit what I think so MC also has this going on for them)

the pregnancy runs perfectly. No problems. Not once.

he takes care of you really well

The child knows their parents are not in a healthy relationship.

it helps their father. Remember that he can change things to fit his will? Everything forced you to stay with him. Himself and his child. The slim chance of escape has reduced to 0, don’t worry though. They’ll take care of you

Belphegor

Belphegor doesn’t know anything about having children. But one too many escape attempts has lead him to the conclusion of a child. That would force you to stay

The pregnancy goes badly, simple enough and leads to you being in pain.

oh and by the way, you’ll be the only taking care of the child, belphie only sees it as a method of keeping you close to him.

you behave for your child’s safety. You find yourself fond of them. and of course belphie uses that against you

the child knows how bad the relationship is but doesn’t comment as it’s afraid of it’s father

Solomon

Cannot see him with kids. He doesn’t think he’d be a good father and I don’t think so either. He’s somewhat self aware

he simply uses magic to tie you down instead

[captainmalewriter]

Fuck!!! Cant believe i just missed my flight to go on vacation.

I work like a dog all year and this is what i get? The slowest and chattiest taxi driver in London fumbles my ride and now I'm too late....fuck

Shouldn't be mad, traffic was not his fault, and maybe i could get on the next flight, he was nice enough to give me this Cream prizeball for my troubles

Congratulations, you found my missing cream capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

It was unbelievable. You had planned your well-earned vacation for several months now, but once the big day came around, shit immediately hit the fan. You had taken a risk and decided to sleep in a little instead of going to the airport as early as possible. That one tiny decision turned out to be your downfall…

You sat in your taxi cab with a grim look on your face. The time was now 11:35 AM; you were a little more than a half hour late to your scheduled flight now. With every passing minute, the plane that was supposed to take you to your destination was getting further and further away. Despite missing your flight, you decided to go to the airport anyway. There was the possibility of getting on a later flight after all!

But despite your optimism, your taxi driver’s non-stop chattering was starting to get on your nerves. He kept changing topics on a whim and with very little to no transition between topics. Although you were nice enough to listen for the first few minutes or so, your patience was starting to wear thin. And to make matters worse, the traffic was absolutely horrid that morning. You were moving at a turtle’s pace, and the flow of traffic didn’t seem to be improving much if at all. You laid your head against your arm as you began looking out the window. If everything had gone the way it was supposed to, then you’d be tucked into your airplane seat taking a catnap instead of being trapped in the hell scape of seemingly never-ending traffic.

While you were busy daydreaming, your taxi driver changed topics again. You almost didn’t catch it due to how fast he talks but you managed to notice he was now talking to you instead of at you. You tried to follow along with what he was saying but got lost somewhere in the middle of his ramblings. You ended up just letting whatever the driver was saying go in one ear and out the other. After a few more minutes of rambling, the taxi driver finally got to his point.

“…But look, I know it sucks when things don’t go your way. Nobody likes it. I know I can’t do much to help out but here, maybe some candy might cheer you up.” He opened the glove department where he had various capsules sitting in there. He took out the cream colored one and handed it to you. “I’ve never seen this flavor before but here, I want you to have it.”

You took the capsule from him. Surprisingly, the taxi driver returned his eyes to the road and stayed quiet. It was odd but you accepted his newfound silence without question. You held the cream capsule in your hands. It looked like just the ones marketed to children. You sighed. Maybe the driver was right, maybe some vanilla candy would help perk up your mood. You twisted the capsule open and saw perfectly swirled cream sitting inside. There was a small plastic spoon attached to the lid. You took it off and started eating the candy cream. It tasted just like almond butter! Delicious.

You felt rejuvenated as you kept eating the cream. It was like a rush of energy suddenly started coursing through your veins. You weren’t sure if the sudden energy spike was because of a sugar rush or if it was because of something else. All you knew was that you needed to get out of the car and start moving!

You thanked the taxi driver for the ride and for the candy capsule as you paid what you owed. You then hopped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk while the traffic was still at a standstill. You began speed walking down the sidewalk towards the airport, already making better progress than just sitting in a car. But then a speed walk became a jog, then a jog became a run. You could feel your heartbeat pumping as you ran in the bright sunlight. You were working up a sweat as you ran at a steady pace to the airport and took off your shirt as a result. Even though you weren’t really a runner, you were running like a professional athlete. Your form was great, your breathing was controlled, and your fast pace was nothing to sneeze at either. You were a natural!

The more you ran, the more calories you were burning off. It was miraculous, it was like any body fat you once possessed was melting off within a matter of minutes! Your muscles grew at an explosive rate. Your arms became rugged as body fat transformed into muscle mass. Your biceps were the size of melons and your hands became rough like leather as scarred calluses formed on your palms. Your shoulder span became wider and bigger as your lats grew and grew. Your new torso matched that of a professional bodybuilder once your body finished growing its new muscles.

The bottom half of your body also went through a muscle transformation. Your calves and thighs were sculpted with muscles like a Greek god. Your feet grew bigger until you possessed size 12 feet. Your ass became rounder and firmed as your glute muscles kicked in too. Although you didn’t have a bubble butt, you still had a sweet, voluptuous ass to call your own. Straight lines and rugged angles became the reality of your new body. From the sharp jawline to incredibly well-defined abs, you became the epitome of men’s health and fitness.

You made it to the airport in record time. You stood outside the entrance for a bit as you caught your breath after working up a good sweat from a great run. As you waited, some men that were coming in and out of the airport stopped to compliment you on your physique. They mostly said things along the lines of ‘I love your videos bro… You’re my favorite fitness influencer… You motivate me to get stronger’ and so on. You weren’t exactly sure what they were talking about but just flashed your signature white smile and thanked them for the love.

Once you cooled down, you made your way inside the airport and went straight to a receptionist desk. You were planning to explain your situation and that you’d like to book a later flight if possible, but the receptionist cut you off before you could begin. Just like the men from before, she was a fan of your fitness content. She called you ‘Mr. Rami Singh.’ That wasn’t your name, but for some reason… You didn’t feel the need to correct her. Her calling you that name felt… correct, somehow. She showered you with lots of praise and support, and although you weren’t used to receiving this much love, you took in stride and grinned as you thanked her.

“Hey, I saw on your story that you’re heading off to Mumbai,” the receptionist started. “You know, I’ve got connections… I can bump you up to first class if you’d like. Consider it a small gift from a fan, Mr. Singh, I mean it’s the least I can do after you helped me transform my life with your weight loss plan!”

The receptionist was beaming. She called you Mr. Singh again. You blinked a couple times as you processed what you had experienced. Strange things had been happening ever since you ate the candy from the capsule that chatty taxi driver gave you. Yet, the more you thought about it, the less strange everything seemed. You were Rami Singh, a 27 year old Indian who loved going to the gym and had made a career being a fitness influencer on social media. You loved fitness and you loved helping people start their own fitness journeys by sharing your knowledge. You were a man who was as happy and humble as you were fit and handsome.

“Hello? Mr. Singh?”

The receptionist brought you back to reality. You accidentally spaced off while your mind reconfigured your memories to match your new identity. You shook the feeling and accepted the receptionist’s offer. Your family was waiting for you in Mumbai after all, you can’t keep them waiting!

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my lost capsule!

[cocogrrrl]

soft launching

yn, a streamer, eases the audience into the slow reveal of their boyfriend, kyle.

kyle broflovski x streamer!gn!reader no cws all fluff 😾 wc: 1399

CinnamunHunny donated 5$!: can you say “yn has zero pull” it’s my dog’s birthday please please please it would make her the happiest dog in the world

You read the donation sent on your screen. You jokingly scoffed, rolling your eyes. This was just typical usual banter between you and your fans. Sure, sometimes they were absolutely ruthless, but you loved them despite that.

“Chat, that’s not nice! I’ll have you know that I actually have a boyfriend.” You pouted.

Immediately, the responses were polarizing. Some asked to see him, and some said that you were making him up. You laughed at a few that said he was just a figment of your imagination.

m30wm30w: i bet yn’s js gonna say that their bf is paul dano or something

“Okay, whoever just said that I’m gonna fake out and say my boyfriend is Paul Dano is wrong because it would actually be Michael Cera.” You laughed, seeing the rest of the comments flood in quickly, not even getting enough time to read a good number of them. “I do have a boyfriend, though. I promise!”

For the remainder of the stream, the chat kept on bringing up your boyfriend. Sometimes you’d tease them a bit, describing how he is but never revealing too much. Most of the time, though, you decided to ignore it in the most polite way possible.

What would your boyfriend think about you revealing his identity? Honestly, he doesn’t care. You two have talked it out long ago already. When you started dating around six months ago, you came to the conclusion to lie low.

At first, he wanted things to be kept secret, having only your friends and family know. After a while, though, when the conversation was brought up again, he noted that he didn’t mind if you mentioned him. He said you two could slowly build up to his reveal whenever the both of you are ready to do so.

And so that’s what you did.

That night, you finally broke the news to him. It was after your stream. You were snuggled up on his chest as you scrolled through Twitter, noting your name slowly trending because of the news you broke earlier.

“Babe,” you called, sitting up straight to look at him. He answered you with silence, attention was placed on you. “Finally told them about us.”

Kyle immediately knew what you meant by ‘them.’ “Yeah, you think I didn’t see it?”

“Hmm, I was debating on it.” You hummed, finding your place back on his chest again. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be? We’ve already talked about this, and you already know I’m fine with it.” He smiled, grabbing your face by the sides and laying a swift kiss on it.

“Yeah, thanks, Kyle. I love you.” You giggled, rising once more to return the kiss.

So that’s how it went on for the next few weeks. You continued to tease the chat with the idea of your boyfriend, most of them believing you despite the numerous amount of “I’m sure he’s just a figment of your imagination.” jokes that came along the way.

That was all great until you actually confirmed his existence from the perspective of your chat one day.

You were in a Just Chatting stream, not really having the energy to do your usual act but still wanting to interact with your fans. Kyle was across the room, scrolling through his phone as you were streaming. The chat was flaming you once more since the topic of your boyfriend was brought up.

“He is real! In fact, he’s here right now.” You said, turning your head to Kyle, who looked back at you with a wave. “Babe, say ‘hi’ for me.”

“Hi, chat!” He called from across the room. “I’m YN’s partner, and I love them very much.”

“Okay, don’t flatter me too much. I might combust if you do.” You laughed, blowing him a kiss. You felt your cheeks heat up, and so you found yourself rubbing your temple to hide them.

hhhhdong: nawhhh i cant believe yn actually paid an actor to act as their bf 💀💀💀

“Chat, I did not pay an actor! I don’t have enough money to do that.”

After the stream, you and Kyle were cuddled up again. Your social battery was completely drained, so spending some time in his arms would help you recharge again.

“Your chat is ruthless, YN.” Kyle laughed, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“They’re funny, though. Besides, I’m not really hurt at all.” 

You felt like this whole “build-up reveal” thing was fun. It felt like Kyle was a secret you had to yourself. In a weird way, this whole thing felt sweet and exciting to you. You knew why you kept things private, of course, but it was fun to slowly show the world how much you loved him and how proud you were to have him as your boyfriend. Granted, a bunch of the comments still just claim that Kyle’s just a life-size cardboard cutout of Michael Cera.

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“When do you think you’ll be ready to, like, show your face?” You asked, leaning onto his shoulder as he did his work.

“Well,” he sighed, sitting up to look at you. “I think I’m ready for it. I barely have a presence online.” He laughed. “The question is if you’re ready for people to peer their heads in your life even further.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You hummed. “I wanna show you off, though, Kyle. I want everyone to know that you are the most perfect person alive—and that you’re not a customized photocard of young Jack Black.”

He laughed in response, cupping your face as he gave you a peck on the nose.

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A week later, you find yourself promptly naming your stream “BF REVEAL (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT).” You set up your camera, tested your mic, and all that jazz as you waited for your fans to come in. Kyle was beside you the whole time you were preparing things, just barely out of the camera’s sight.

Once you turned on your camera, comments started pouring in, asking where he is. You wanted to ease them into it, ready yourself as your chat did. After a bit of banter between you and the chat, you were finally prepared to show your boyfriend. 

“Okay, chat. Here’s my boyfriend, Kyle!” As soon as you said that, he came on screen and waved.

“Hello,” he greeted with a sense of meekness to it. “I am, indeed, YN’s boyfriend. I’m not being paid or forced to do this at all.” He lightheartedly joked.

“Oh, my god. Not you too.” You laughed. “But yes! This is Kyle. We’ve been together for about eight months.” You had the biggest grin on your face as you talked to and about him, rocking back and forth in your seat as if you weren’t able to contain your happiness.

You got mixed reactions, some driving the “He’s being held hostage” joke to home, but mostly comments invested in your relationship. For the former, you two just made a silent understanding to just skim through those, ignoring most of them.

“So how are you liking them so far?” You whispered in his ear, bringing your mic farther away from you two.

“Overwhelming, but definitely fun.” He murmured back.

“Yeah, that’s what you said to Stan after our first date, right?” You laughed, your voice a little louder now but still mostly indiscernible to your viewers.

“My god,” he rolled his eyes, moving his hand to your scalp to mess it up.

“You aren’t denying it, though!” Your voice was now booming, your audience could definitely hear you now. 

“I’m not confirming or denying anything!” He laughed.

“Uhuh,” you sarcastically replied, nodding as you leaned into him briefly to give him a kiss on the lips. “Totally.”

Your chat was now exploding.

mattstonestoes: PDA WTF

csvismz: theyre so cute i 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶

gorrilass: get that shit away from me 

ppp0ppy: this is not for the eyes of god!!!!!!

lkkopi: MICHAEL CERA NO I THOUGHT YOU WERE MARRIED

rosesandlavenders: WAHHHH 💗💗💗💗

dennysofficial: MY OTP ☹️☹️

You shared a laugh with Kyle, reading the comments. This went better than you would’ve expected. Despite everything, you were just glad that you could finally go public and show the world your wonderful boyfriend.

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Ignore this if you want. For Alcina’s long lost child au. What if Miranda had found reader years later after they were put up for adoption? Like could you image the angst potential when Alcina realized she failed to protect reader? Lol why cant I ever let this be left nice? 😂 I just really love the potential angst for this au, so much to work with!

Yes! Now, this is interesting. I’m going to hc Y/N as a S.T.A.R.S member in Raccoon City. Just pretend the raid at the Spencer Mansion happens now instead of 1998. The plot points are pretty similar to the original au, except Miranda’s still alive and Y/N is in S.T.A.R.S. Alcina’s long lost child au here! Let’s get into it!

You had just been invited to join the elite S.T.A.R.S team and you were heading out on your first mission.

Jill Valentine was put in charge of your training and you’d already learned so much from her. She kindly reached over to pat your leg as you and the team were transported by helicopter to the old Spencer Mansion.

“How are you holding up?” She asked you.

You smile and blush… You might have a small crush on her. “I’m good. Together, we can get to the bottom of this mess.” You told her, hoping to seem in control and not flustered.

As the helicopter got to its destination and the team jumped out, something seemed off about the atmosphere in the Arklay mountains. The usual ambience of animals and birds was noticeably absent. A weird coppery smell also enveloped the area.

Just then, what looked like mutated dogs and zombified people started surrounding you and the team.

“Look alive!” Chris yelled and began shooting at them.

You all began firing your weapons and cutting down the undead horde in front of you.

After a few minutes of close combat, Wesker ordered everyone to save their ammo and retreat to the Spencer Mansion on foot.

You looked around and saw that an incoming zombie was about to attack Jill, so you provided cover fire and shoved her out of the way, making the creature focus on you instead.

“Make a break for it, everyone!” You yelled and shot an incoming zombie head-on. “I need to kill some of these faster sons of bitches! You won’t get far with them chasing you. Go now, while I’m distracting them!” You yelled.

Wesker seemed all too thrilled to let you sacrifice yourself, so he quickly made an exit to the mansion.

The remaining S.T.A.R.S. members couldn’t believe Wesker just abandoned you all like that and they were reluctant to leave you. But, you assured them that you would just stay long enough to create a diversion, then join up with them at the mansion.

Chris hollered at Jill, Barry, Rebecca, and Richard to get going. Finding out what was going on at the Spencer Mansion was of the utmost importance. The five sadly left you to fend off the undead by yourself, but not before Jill frantically tossed you some extra ammo and herbs.

You were doing alright at first, but in the foggy clearing ahead of you, a strange being seemingly materialized out of thin air.

You got distracted looking at the unknown entity and a zombie clawed and scratched you when it got too close. You yelped in pain as blood ran down your neck from the wound, but you kept shooting and making progress on the undead.

As the mysterious figure got closer, you realized that it was actually a statuesque blonde woman dressed in weird ceremonial attire.

She had an air of calm about her and waved her hand, causing weird plant-like appendages to sprout up from the ground and kill the rest of the zombies.

You couldn’t believe what you just saw and warily walked closer to the woman. “Hey, thanks for the save. How did you do that?” You asked, holding a hand on your neck to stem the bleeding.

The woman just laughs coldly. “A mother’s love is very powerful.” She tells you, smirking. “You are but an insignificant pawn in my truly brilliant plan, however, it is nice to finally meet my own child.” She says with a wicked grin.

“Wh-what? What are you-” You tried to ask, but the woman suddenly grabbed you by the neck and injected you with a needle.

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You ended up in Mother Miranda’s lab and she tortured you with painful testing and experiments. She wanted to test both your affinity to the cadou and if your body would quickly regenerate and recover after injury. If your body responded positively, she hoped you would make a good vessel for her Eva.

It seemed like you were there for months, but in reality, it had only been a few weeks.

Miranda kept you in a nasty cell and hardly fed you or gave you water.

You had started to lose hope of ever escaping, but one day, that changed.

Miranda had been out all morning, to your great relief, and the lab was finally devoid of your tortured screaming. At least it was quiet and calm for once.

But, someone new entered the lab. She was easily the biggest person you’d ever seen. She was elegant and wore the finest clothing.

You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, but she spotted you immediately.

“Yet another poor prisoner.” She said sympathetically, though seemingly resigned to your fate.

You had nothing to lose so you said hello to her. “Hi.” You offered in a small but conversational voice.

“Well, it talks.” She says and smirks as she makes her way closer to you.

“Uhh… Can I ask what you’re doing here?” You question. You hadn’t seen anybody except Miranda in the lab before.

The stranger smiles at your curiosity. “I’m here to drop something off for Mother Miranda. What about you, little mouse?”

“I’m not quite sure…” You say, furrowing your brows. “Mother Miranda is experimenting on me. She says I’m special.” You tell her.

Alcina raises an eyebrow at this. Miranda hasn’t been so interested in a single subject in a while. She feels a wave of sadness as she remembers that her own child was also one of Miranda’s obsessions.

“Special, hmm? I’m afraid that’s not a good quality to possess around Miranda.” Alcina says and rolls her eyes at the blonde’s lunacy. The Countess’s devotion to Miranda had been quickly snuffed out when she had to give her baby up because of her. The scientist-turned-priestess had ruined her life.

“Miranda keeps saying I’m her child or something and that’s why I’m useful to her. Is that like a cult thing?” You ask, hoping to gain some insight.

Alcina’s golden eyes go wide. She looks at you intently. “What did you say?” She asks in astonishment.

You’re surprised by Alcina’s reaction. “Well, I was just saying that Miranda keeps telling me that she’s my parent and I’m her kid. I don’t have any family, though. This whole village is pretty much a cult, right? Is this her attempt to indoctrinate me?”

Alcina feels her heart rate increase. You couldn’t be…? No, that’s not possible. Or is it? Alcina shakily clears her throat and bends down to your level. “Wh-what is your name, little one?” She asks. Alcina named you before sending you away, and now, she wanted to see if you really were hers. Your name was the only gift she could bestow onto you. Her tone as she asks you this is much gentler than it was when you first started your conversation.

You’re kind of freaked out by the intimidating woman’s sudden change in attitude. “Oh, um, my name’s Y/N. What’s your name?” You ask.

Alcina’s eyes immediately fill with tears. She brings a hand to cover her mouth as she lets out a sob. It really must be you… Her baby.

You begin to sweat at the woman’s weird reaction and timidly reach out to grab her hand and offer comfort. “Hey, it’s okay.” You tell her.

Alcina gently holds your hand and places it on her cheek, holding it there. Wow. She can’t believe it. You’re back after all this time. “Y/N…” She weeps and takes your hand to kiss your palm affectionately.

You blush profusely at the tall woman’s forward actions. “U-umm!” You stammer in embarrassment.

“Y/N, you’re safe with your mama, now. Okay? I’m going to get you out of here.” She promises through her heart-aching tears.

Wait. Did she just call herself your “Mama”? What the fuck? Where were all these “Parents” when you were growing up?

Before you have a chance to respond, Alcina easily rips the cell door open, consequences be damned.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. How did she do that?

Alcina kneels in front of the cell and opens her arms to you. “Y/N… I’m your birth mother. I didn’t give you up by choice, I swear to you, draga.” She confesses. “Please, come here, my darling.” She requests and motions you towards her.

Holy shit. This isn’t real. It can’t be… You’d given up on this fantasy of finding your mom long ago. But, what if it is true? You start to breathe heavily and your heart pounds in your chest. You dizzily make your way over to the giantess before your knees give out and you fall right into her awaiting arms.

Alcina cries as she holds you close and presses kisses all over your face.

Your tired body melts at the warmth of Alcina’s hold. You cautiously hug her back and feel tears of relief begin to fall. You finally feel safe. Your body shakes from the force of your hard sobs.

Alcina stands up and holds you in her arms while rubbing your back and soothing you. “It’s okay, little one. I’m right here, Y/N. Mama’s right here.” She whispers.

The vampiress is racked with guilt that she didn’t protect you well enough. How did Miranda even find you? Alcina is certain she’ll never truly get over this or forgive herself, but she stuffs the feelings down for the time being and focuses on comforting you. Her baby needs her.

Alcina just holds you and murmurs gently in your ear for a few minutes before she realizes that Miranda will be back soon. She’s got to get you out of here as fast as possible.

For now, she settles on bringing you back to the castle. She’ll figure out what to do next once you’re in less danger…

Note: I’ve got to break this into another part, but this was a blast! I hope you enjoyed it!

Masterlist

[demoniccomplex]

A fire that attracts.

Angry reader x yan(?) jouno wc - 907 also more accidental late night posting!!! also fun fact this was supposed to be fluff but then i read about how there isnt enough angry readers.

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Being pissed off was your specialty, negativistic and disgruntled. A ticking bomb ready to go off but still trying to be something normal. You weren't one to let all that anger lose in the moment, no matter how much you wished. Suppressing then running off to go finally temporarily letting loose the anger swelling inside. A certain person noticed this habit of yours, always admiring from the sidelines. Jouno, Jouno and you only sometimes met briefly. Your job was somewhat connected to the hunting dogs, so run-ins with members was somewhat common. Sometimes after cooling down from your volcano exploding heart, Jouno would show up.

 A calm yet threatening tone he spoke in, while you bit back with sarcasm dripping from your mouth. He admired it deeply, knowing you weren't afraid to speak your mind towards authority more powerful than yourself. Yet, it filled him with frustrations. He got attached to your sense of being unbreakable, he wanted to see if he could smash you, make you dependable on him. While he believes your anger can keep you alive mostly, it will ultimately be your downfall. The possibility of losing something as fascinating as you were, scared Jouno to a degree. Stalking told him all he needed to know about your weaknesses. 

It started off calm, meeting you with ease, talking with high regard, bonding indefinitely. Even if your teeth were ready to dig into the hand trying to show it wasn't a threat. Still, Jouno was trying to keep his patience intact. Your pissed off tone and clenching and unclenching fists were just part of the process. The fire in your heart challenged his entire being and it has him racing. Enjoying every bickering that he manages to drag on from you. Loving the way your heart goes ecstatic with your anger, yet it holds back from exploding.  

Sometimes when you two bicker, his possessive tendencies show. Either from comments directed at you, or anyone around you. Jouno is thankful your job is just as disclosed like his. Making it easier to keep you safe from your coworkers who hate the rage that makes you. However, despite being more of an authority figure than you, he can't tell what your district will suddenly ask of you. 

When your job takes over, a mission being complete, but at the cost of some your bones breaking. This sent Jouno over the edge. Your anger will be your ruination and this was proof of such was made final in Jouno’s mind. Jouno visited you in the hospital, a frown on his face refusing to leave. You're tired, burnout, and pissed. Jouno’s stubbornness makes it impossible to convince him to leave. You cant throw him out and hes scolding you. "Can't you see? You're reckless and anger almost got you killed!" 

The fire in your eyes didn't leave, his words only kept it burning brighter. You snapped and started to yell at him. He was finally silent. Jouno was still and silent, something you wanted him to be from the beginning. Yet, it irked you, this mood shift was the water to make the fire weak. "You just don't get it do you?, I want to protect you, but you'll get yourself killed if you keep going."

His voice was cold, a scowl on his face as he continued. 

"You're not strong as I am, so much weaker than me, I could put you down in an instant. Your anger is admirable but it's just what is needed to break you. I could let you go off, go off and get provoked, letting the anger consume you till you've lost track of yourself, letting the enemy win due to your irritability." 

What Jouno speaks, you know is the truth, to get so blindsighted by your anger that it gets you killed. It's the truth and you hate it. Finally in your hospital bed, you turn around and tune him out, the fire cooling down. Yet it sticks, gnawing gently on your mind, repeating like a broken record. You finally let his tricks win. Exhausted and giving in, you fall asleep easily. no longer paying attention to the man who still is there, both in person and in your mind.

Jouno finally got you, a smile appears on his face. Weaking you to the point where you're his, he gets up from the chair.

Within the next few minutes, he carefully goes over to your figure, sleeping gently. Getting you softly from the hospital bed in his arms successfully. Picking you up and walking out with you, no dares to stop him and face the consequences. The moment you wake up next, you're panicked, this isn't the hospital bed, this wasn't your house. The pain of your injuries holds you back, making you stay put. A familiar chuckle catches your attention, your hate filled eyes turn to look at him.

Jouno sits there, his leg crossed on the other, leaning forward, and his hand tucked underneath his chin. His smile teasing you but letting you know, you're under him and will continue to be his. The mockery makes your rage clear, but everything else is a chain keeping you leashed. Jouno is only there to make it more clear to you, he won't let you ruin yourself, far too precious to him to let you get killed. He's only trying to protect you from yourself.

[myobmaya]

MAYA NO MORE ANGST I CANT CRY ANYMORE I NEED FINANCIAL COMPENSATION AND A LIFETIME OF HAPPINESS TO COME BACK FROM THE DAMAGE YOU JUST CAUSED

keep yelling at me and tell me I made you sad it fuels me and keeps me alive hehe

anyways I can’t do financial compensation bc I’m broke but will some fluffy Eddie do? Enjoy! ❤️

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“I’m gonna marry you someday.”

Eddie Munson had a way with words. He was quite the drama theatric and had a way of just saying whatever was on his mind. More times it was unwarranted and sometimes unnecessary but he never cared. It was one of the many things that drew him to you. The way he was unapologetically him.

You had known him since childhood and now reaching your later years in high school you knew him like the back of your hand. Yet, he still always managed to leave you speechless with the things he said which brought you to now.

Eddie was quick to jump into action the moment you started choking on your root beer. Hitting your back and telling you to spit it out. You glaring at him telling him you had nothing to spit out and that you needed to catch your breath. Once you regained a regular breathing pattern you shoot daggers at the man.

Confusion crosses his face as he throws his hands up in surrender, “What! It’s not my fault you gulp like a fish!”

You glare at him and push his hands down opening up the van door. Eddie usually kept napkins from the fast food drive ins in the glove compartment so you were quick to grab a handful before slamming it shut. You stand outside and began to wipe yourself off. Eddie remains in the driver seat watching you trying not to laugh.

“Eddie Munson why would you even say such a thing?” You grumble furiously wiping at what would definitely be a stained shirt. You were supposed to wipe at stains, right? Or were you supposed to rub at them?

Eddie watches as your hands worke against your shirt loving the way your eyebrows furrow together in frustration. He decides he’s going to let you struggle for a few more moments. It’s when he sees particles of the napkin dance across your shirt with your fast movements he gives in. He opens his side of the door and grabs a cool water bottle from the console.

“Here,” Eddie takes the napkins from your hands and folds them over to find a dry area. He sticks the water bottle cap in between his teeth and effortlessly twist it off. He spits the cap off into the passenger seat floor and pours some water onto the napkins. You don’t say anything as he pulls your shirt up just enough from your chest and begins to work on the stain.

“You’re supposed to pat it. Not rub it.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him unaware of where this housekeeping knowledge had come from. Eddie’s eyes meet yours giving you a shy smile before they find his hands again. “Wayne gets stains in his shirts all the time. Can’t afford to go out and buy a new one every time it gets dirty,” Eddie answers your unspoken question.

You don’t realize you’re smiling at him until he looks at you again and rolls his eyes. Even still the smile doesn’t drop and you let him continue to help you. He continues his work for a few more minutes until he pulls his hands back with a giant grin on his face.

“There! Good as new! With a story to tell of why you should drink like a normal person and not a dog starved from the desert!” Eddie claps at his work. You look down. The stain is still present but the way Eddie gleams over his attempt makes you want to believe the mess is gone. Taking a page out of his book you go for the latter.

Settling back down in the van you give Eddie a suspicious glare. He gives you a toothy grin and pulls a pack of cigarettes from his leather jacket. He offers you one but you shake your head watching him settle the stick between his lips.

“Why would you want to marry me, Eddie Munson?”

The lighter is cupped around his hand as he brings them to his lips. He sets his cigarette and inhales a deep breath sending you a wink. He turns his head to the side as he blew out the smoke.

“It just makes sense,” he simply answers. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. It must be easy living so carefree in this world. Eddie did what Eddie wanted to do and although you admired the way he took on the world you often wondered how it was living that way.

“Oh do tell,” you cross your arms challenging him. Eddie leans against the open door taking another drag out of the cigarette. He coughs and his taste buds turn sour. He decides he’s not in the mood for it anymore.

“Well to start,” he blows out the smoke and turned to you, “We’ve been friends forever. That’s just science 101 right there.” You shake your head already shooting down his logic. He kneels down and puts out the cigarette against some rocks.

“Number two, you’re the only person I trust to actually live with and not murder me. I play guitar to get you to sleep already so you’ll have a permanent sleeping pill in the form that is,” he takes a dramatic pause then bends half his body down. “Me,” he takes a bow with arms wide open.

You go to protest that statement but he closes the small distance and stands in between your legs.

“And number three, we’re probably gonna end up alone. We might as well bite the bullet and make our marriage pact now so when I propose to you in ten years it won’t be awkward.”

He leans forward and kisses your forehead. It wasn’t usual for you and Eddie to share platonic touches here and there. You’ve had the fair share of sleeping in the same bed after sneaking off with alcohol on nights you both needed a release. However, in the context of what he was telling you now causes your frozen reaction. You remain seated in shock and he laughs like he’s told you a funny joke. It’s not everyday your best friend casually makes a case of what your future holds with them.

“So, again. I’m gonna marry you someday.”

You quickly gather yourself and point a finger at him to which he grabs your hand and does a curtsy. Typical Eddie Munson behavior.

“Listen, it can be strictly platonic. But if you want it to be real you can confess your ever dying love for me right now and—“

You kick him away from you but he grabs onto your leg to pull you forward. Out of instinct you grab onto the sids of the door but he tugs you again. You’re both laughing at each other and when he finally stops you hop out of the van. You go to push him but he’s quick with his movements. He pulls you into his arms and turns you around resting your back against his chest. You feel his heavy breathing and laughter in your ear. His fingers meet your sides tickling you. You bend over and he keeps a steady grip on. Trying to get him to stop you elbow him in his stomach and it results in him taking you down with him.

He holds you against him for a moment then releases you as he falls back onto the ground looking up at the sky. You lay beside him and look at him as he wears that stupid grin on his face. Both of you take the moment to catch your breath and settle down.

“If we get married it’s going to be the real deal. So you better start working on wooing me.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to look at you. An eyebrow raises and he goes to say something but you cut him off once more.

“And get better at your stain removal skills. Our kids aren’t going to be the only ones getting messy, Munson,” you wink getting up. You brush off some dirt and walk back to the van. He remains on the ground as he watches you open up the passenger side of the door. You turn to him once more and blow him a kiss that ends with you sending him a middle finger.

Eddie wants to say a remark back but he can’t think of anything to say. He’s speechless. Instead he falls back to the ground and bums out a then of happiness. Yeah. He’s definitely going to marry you someday.

[nerdyqueerandjewish]

obviously these things are not all on the same scale but the compounding of personal, communal, and global events just have me 🫠

- End of Sept my beloved childhood dog had to be put down

- October 7th, Hamas attack

- October 9th, get a call from my dad that he’s flying in because grandma unexpectedly took a downturn

- October 10th, nervously waiting for my dad’s update all day. Finally get it and hear that things are critical but stable. He feels optimistic after talking to the doctor. He was able to talk to her too. She’s too tired in the evening because dialysis is tiring,but I should visit tomorrow.

- October 11th wake up early and can’t go back to sleep. Go get coffee just for something to do. Gets call at 6:58 from my dad and I know it can’t be good. Go to the hospital. See her. Give the doctors permission to start palliative care so she’s more comfortable. Hold her hand. Give her so many forehead kisses. She cant talk, but she tears up when I tell her how much I love her and my future plans. My dad is wearing a stupid fucking pro-cop shirt and I can’t help but be angry about how clueless he is and for adding this stupidity to a day that’s going to be etched into my brain for the rest of my life. Every 15 minutes or so when the nurse checks in, they remind us that there no rush, but we can take her oxygen mask off whenever we are ready. When are we ready? How are we ever ready? We know she doesn’t want to be kept on life support. Are we ready? We know she is experiencing some discomfort all hooked up like that. Are we ready? Let’s wait for one more person to get here. Are we ready? We wish she could tell us what she wanted. Are we ready? After everyone got to say goodbye. I think my partner was the one to finally suggest that it was time and I agreed. Or was it me who said it? My dad was looking for any input. An only child, not wanting to make these decisions alone. I slip into my historic role of eldest daughter, not even much younger than him anymore, knowing a decision is better than no decision. My sister and I each have one of her hands. As soon i can no longer hear her last exhale, the doctor comes in to declare her time of death. People spend different amounts of time after. My sister has to go back to work. My dad stays around, then says he’s going to grab his sweatshirt from his truck, then texts and says he’s going to find somewhere for us to get brunch. I spend about an hour with her after she was gone. Holding her hand, kissing her forehead, rubbing her arm until it’s completely cold. It takes longer than I’d thought. I keep a lock of her hair. It’s hard to leave her bedside. Next time I touch her body it will be pulverized bone that I’m trying to scoop into a locket. My partner and I get brunch with my dad.

This grief is by far the most difficult thing I’ve had to deal with in my life, and I don’t think my life has been particularly easy. She was the source of unconditional love I could depend on in my life. She was only 68 so I took for granted there would be more time. I’m able to cling to knowing that she was ready even if I wasn’t, that she had a peaceful death with people she loved. Meanwhile I’m seeing headlines every day grief multiplied over and over again, learning more about the attack, learning more about the Israeli military response escalating, bombings, bringing more and more death and grief. Violent deaths with last moments that haunt and terrify me. Deaths where the mourners do not get the comfort that I’ve been clinging to. Grieve for Jews and I have people who I consider my peers deciding that this means I’m some sort of right wing nationalist who doesn’t give a shit about Palestinians. Grieve for Palestinians, and people in my community think I’m some sort of self hating jew who believes terrorists attacks are justified. Feeling rejection on multiple fronts when shit is real. Even writing it I can hear a response of “really, feeling rejection is hurting you? People are dying!” And it’s like YES- people dying doesn’t mean that suddenly we no longer experience the human need for connection AND the thing that’s causing this rejection is seeing people’s humanity and CARING ABOUT THOSE DEATHS.

Really I just don’t know how a person can’t see their own grief and pain reflected back again and again in other people.

Don’t really have a point to this aside from the fact that this is definitely warping my brain in new and exciting ways but just shout out to people who are dealing with Major World Events and Major Life Events at the same time time. It sucks ass.

[mariatesstruther]

I honestly don't get why Maria was so anti-Joel oh he's a horrible person he's done horrible things he can't be around us, but accepted Tommy fully to the point he's the father of her child when both did the same things, ran with the same people and all of that.

I mean I love the character, but that confuses the hell out of me. Why's Tommy accepted but Joel damned?

okay, so… this response took me like half hour to write. my wrists hurt, my jaw is clenched, my brain is hot. i love u anon thank u very much for this chance to vent about just why my girl maria has been so misunderstood. let’s go

i personally think this is where many people fundamentally misunderstand maria’s perception of joel. she’s not cautious of him primarily because of tommy or anything tommy has said, in my personal opinion—she’s cautious of him for and because of ellie

ive said this on my blog a few times and i think so have @steeb-stn and @clickergossip (and maybe @liveandletcry23 and @bumblepony i have a shit memory so tagging just in case) so im gonna tag them to credit their words and ideas about maria as well, but the FIRST time maria sees joel, he’s with this rando twelve year old girl who he is seemingly so protective over that she cant even be sniffed by dogs who are just trying to detect infection, which would be good for ANYBODY. that’s his first strike for untrustworthyness, because why the fuck wouldn’t he let this girl be tested???—we know why, of course, but maria doesnt. shes working on the very limited info about joel/ellie’s relationship that she has from just her own observations, and i think we need to remember that as we go through analyzing why she moves how she moves

shes knows from tommy at this point is that joel had a daughter, but it is definitely not this little girl. so why the fuck are they so close. what have they gone through. are they okay. is ellie okay. is their relationship safe for her??? THAT’s what she’s thinking about, in my opinion, while shes staring joel down at that dinner table. she’s reasonbly suspicious, and i can’t blame her for it.

i had to cut this it’s literally maybe my longest post ever so. heres the cut

ALSO, it’s not like she’s a straight up bitch to joel like some of y’all seem to make it out to be??? she never says or implies that “they can’t be around” or anything like that. she offers them clothes and food and supplies. she sets them up in a house. before dinner, she gives them a personal tour (which, to be fair, she did because she was probably trying to keep an eye on them and figure out more about whether or not ellie is safe, but who wouldnt???? i know tess would! and yall would love her for it!). tommy literally says to joel before they leave that there will always be a place for him and ellie in jackson—you cannot tell me you believe he said so without already have maria’s green light for joel and ellie to stay

ALSO, i wanna consider some other things that i haven’t seen many ppl talk about. on that walk she takes with tommy and joel and ellie, she makes it sound like tommy has been with them for at least years AND she maintains the confidence to say that residents in jackson stay off the radio—i could totally be wrong, but it seems to me from the look tommy and joel share right after that it’s obvious tommy has been talking to joel BEHIND MARIA’S BACK???? did no one else catch that??? am i misinterpreting big time??? id assume because theyre married and from the way tommy talks about jackson that he’s been in jackson for at least 3 years maybe, and we know that he only stopped radioing joel a couple months before the show’s main plotline starts, so timeline wise there had to be some overlap of tommy still radioing joel from/around jackson. idk if anyone of my mutuals has thoughts on this but i personally think it’s important to point out, because it establishes that maria likely doesn’t know or think tommy and joel kept in contact, at least not as recently as up to some months ago. she knows that tommy and joel are close, but at the same time, she doesn’t think tommy really knows or talks to joel anymore, either. so how is she supposed to extend him any trust as tommy’s brother????? how and why would she give this man any benefit of the doubt???? it wouldn’t make any sense. she’s more practical and discerning than she is naive and kind, and y’all can think what y’al want about that but i love her for it. it’s very necessary for a woman like her to be the way she is

okay, so back to your question. back to why joel is “damned” and tommy is “accepted.” let’s talk about joel for a sec

y’all like to babygirl and idolize the absolute fuck out of this man

we know that not only was he a smuggler, but he killed and tricked and took advantage of people, shamelessly and brutally. we know that tommy did so too. maria knows that tommy has done the same things. maria also knows that tommy left that life because he couldnt do it anymore, and joel continued because he could

point blank period!!!!! yall can argue with me all u want but tommy left that murder life and joel did not. im not saying this makes either brother good or bad or better than the other, i love joel sm and i think both of them have an undisputed capability to do unspeakable things in order to survive. but tommy got to a point where he hit a limit, whereas joel doesn’t seem to have one. this is at least my personal interpretation of their conversations in the game and the show

tommy DID join the fireflies, which we all know now is not any fucking better than whatever the fuck joel was doing—the difference is the reasoning, though, and considering tlou is all about reasoning and the why, we need to consider the reasoning behind tommy’s decision: he wanted to do something better, something good, something he thought had a purpose. we all know now that the fireflies are bullshit, their purpose is bullshit, and they’re willingness to kill a child for the sake of the “cure” is it’s own entire paradox of bullshit. but they were a rebel organization fighting fedra, who fucking suck, and probably had somewhat of a better reputation back when tommy was interested in joining—or maybe they didn’t, to be fair, i don’t know! the point is, tommy went to them seeking some sort of better purpose, some type of redeption; in joel’s own fucking words, “tommy’s what we used to call a joiner. had dreams of becoming a hero... wants to save the world.”

tommy is idealistic. he’s romantic. he’s optimistic, almost to the point of being fucking naive. thats why he enlisted in the army, thats why he enlisted in the fireflies—he wanted to feel good about himself and the world he was living in. he needed it to have some light at the end of the tunnel for all the bullshit to make sense. and yeah, he was wrong both times in joining up. we know that, joel knew that while it was happening, and tommy knows that in retrospect, too. i think jackson is the first place he really found true, real purpose—not the kind that is propagandized to you and goes up in smoke, but the kind that is well and truly earned. that’s why he is so loyal to jackson and to maria—they finally gave him was he desperately spent his life searching for

and im just saying, from maria’s perspective, she’s someone who lives for purpose. she lives for jackson and for it’s people and for it’s future, and she has to maintain some sense of idealism in the face of all that fucking ugliness to be able to mentally live im and run a place like jackson, to believe that it’ll work. i think that idealism she has, she sees reflected in tommy’s desperation to be a better person who’s fighting for a better life. she sees that need for redemption and goodness in him, that need for things to be fucking worth it, and hears she hears it in his story. she gets to relate to him with this in a way she doesnt GET TO RELATE with joel YET (we STILL HAVE TIME PEOPLE. WE HOLDIN OUT STRONG FOR THE JOEL AND MARIA BEST FRIEND AGENDA)

but to continue, THEN maria spends YEARS with tommy, getting to know him, getting to know his guilt. just like tess with joel, she’s sees the worst and the best of him and gets to fall in love with all of it. so of course there’s gonna be a bit of a bias and a blindspot, towards him—just like any of are other characters have weak spots for the people THEY fucking love

so that’s i guess why i think tommy is “accepted” by her, i guess, and there’s honestly way more them and their romance that i could make a whole separate post about but i’ll leave it there for now. back to joel and why he’s “damned,” which i don’t think he is

again, from what maria knows, he made an active CHOICE to stay in the lifestyle of smuggling and murdering and QZ bullshit, even after tommy chose to leave—and idk what y’all imagine joel and tess to be doing in those many years on their own, but it’s not fuckin picking flowers, for me. they’re dangerous, dangerous people—more dangerous that fedra, and more dangerous than the fireflies, if we’re being fucking real about it. and we LOVE tess and joel for this, or at least i do

but jackson is not a place where people get by with smuggling or backstreet deals or threats. it’s not supposed to be that place. we all LOVE jackson in fics and hcs and aus because it’s literally a place where joel and ellie finally get to breathe and not worry about their safety/survival first. and you know who keeps jackson that way????? MARIA. AND HE BEING FUCKING PICKING ABOUT WHO JACKSON LETS THE FUCK INSIDE

so yall just expect her to by YIPPY SKIPPY when joel, THE JOEL THE SUPER SMUGGLER MURDER COWBOY, strolls into town????? WITHOUT TESS, WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE MORE PERSONABLE AND REASONABLE ONE???? what????? she’d be crazy not to at least try to be a little intimidating, to make it clear to joel that he will not get away with any of that qz bullshit here. she’d be naive not to, and maria is anything but naive

and i know most people don’t like her for that “a bad reputation doesn’t mean you’re bad” “not always, at least” line, but i actually think it really fits so well in establishing that she’s not afraid of joel, not afraid of challenging him or making him own up to things he’s done. it’s just so so cool to me, i just can’t hate her for that????? she’s establishing with him that she knows what tommy knows about his time in the QZ, and she’s letting him know if that joel shows up here in jackson, there will be fucking problems for him. which i think is a completely fair warning????

so let’s continue. let’s talk about The Scene, the one with her and ellie, the one with the “tommy was following joel” line. ONE thing i’d like to point out about this scene—MARIA IS THE ONE TO TELL ELLIE ABOUT SARAH, NOT JOEL. AND THAT IS A BIG BIG BIG REASON FOR WHY SHE WARNS ELLIE NOT TO TRUST JOEL COMPLETELY

we know what joel and ellie have gone through, at this point, but maria has barely any idea. she sees that ellie has this fierce protectiveness and lots of secrets when it comes to her and joel, which like—can we all be fucking objective here for a second. this can SO easily and SO reasonably be interpreted as something sketchy going on between joel and ellie that maria should be concerned about.

(slight tw about older men-younger woman relationships bc im gonna be personal for a sec, its quick) we don’t know maria’s past or what she has seen or been through, but personally as someone who has been in a situation where an older man has taken advantage of my naivety in the past, i am now extremely hyper vigilant when it comes to young girls around older men in my personal life today. ellie and joel’s situation and how it looks would raise MJAOR red flags for me personally, if i was in maria’s position. that’s just a personal perspective have that really affects the way i view this scene (end tw)

and so maria finds out that joel has kept the fact that HE HAD A WHOLE ASS DAUGHTER from ellie?????? WOULD THAT NOT BE SUS AT ALL TO YALL???? i mean we know why joel doesn’t tell ellie, as gameplayers and watchers of the show, but again. maria is operating on the info she has right in front of her, which is that joel has been omitting maybe the biggest fact of his life from this young girl who is willing to defend and trust him with her entire life, even after she finds out she’s being lied to. this is alarming

so at this point, she’s questioning joel’s intentions with ellie, and in my opinion, it’s not at all unreasonable for her to do so. she then continues to press, because the red flags are flying and she wants ellie to be crystal clear on the kind of man she’s traveling with (“there are CLEARLY things you don’t know about joel” — “so then you understand my concerns”)

AND THEN ELLIE. BLESSED SMART AMAZING ELLIE COMES IN WITH THE DEFENSE—“and tommy did it too, are you worried about him?”—which like, i love this line. i love this moment. i think because i go so hard for maria a lot of y’all think i’m blind to when ellie is making points, but i 100% cheered her on when i first watched this scene, like i’m sure y’all did—because it’s true! it’s fair! if maria is going to judge joel for those things, she needs to extend the same judgement to tommy

the thing is, it’s still fucking true that, as i said earlier, tommy left that life. both the smuggling, and the fireflies—he chose to stop, while joel didn’t—he was smuggling literally up until the day him and tess found ellie, so. there’s that. she continues to judge joel and not tommy because she knows for sure that tommy has changed. she doesn’t know joel enough yet to see that he has changed, too

so then, the dreaded line: “tommy was following joel.” let’s talk about it.

i don’t love this line either, tbh! i think it’s a weak defense on maria’s part, and a weak line on the tlou hbo writers part—probably my least favorite line of maria’s overall. but i do get why she says it, and i kind of think i get the purpose??? i think????

it reminds me a lot of joel’s line, earlier, about tommy being a “joiner,” and i think it’s funny that, as opposite as joel and maria like to think they both are to each other, the way they describe tommy is pretty much the same. tommy is a “joiner” to joel and a “follower” to maria, and in all respects they both love and hate him for it. idk where i’m going with that exactly, just something interesting to think about in terms of the joel and maria best friend agenda

but i also think this line get’s taken out of context a lot, because the full line is “tommy was following joel, the way you are now.” maria says this line to lead into her main point, the really fucking important line in this scene: “be careful who you put your faith in. the only ones who can betray us, are the one’s we trust.”

WHICH IS TRUE. IT IS THE POINT. AND WHEN JOEL LIES TO ELLIE, HIDES SOMETHING FROM HER YET AGAIN at the end of the season/game, IT BECOMES A THEMATIC CLIMAX POINT THAT CONNECTS BOTH OF THE GAMES

maria is not saying this to “damn” joel—and i personally don’t think she is “damning” joel in the way you imply here, as there’s definitely potential for them to develop a relationship in s2 once she has more information about the truth of how he thinks of ellie. i think she’s warning ellie not to trust joel, because she doesn’t trust joel, at the end of the fucking day—and that’s about it. she trusts tommy in a way that she can’t quite trust joel yet, and why would she, at this point? it would make no sense for her to

so y’all can blame her and hate her for her distrust all you guys want (btw not necessarily talking to you, anon, ive just gotten some very nasty asks about maria from others so im talking to them rn!!!!!!!), but i’m sorry—you can’t tell me that it doesn’t at least make sense. she’s MARIA. she’s MADE OF SENSE

[p41nkillers]

marshscott dialogue (1/???)

content: nathans working on trust issues

kate: ive never…like had any… uhh- *clear throat* lets just say…that im 'inexperienced' and youre my ‘first’ guy, so being with you.. is a new thing to me. ive always been distant myself around boys, my parents... they would be angry and disappointed if they knew about us…because they want me to be doing this sort of stuff...when im actually married *small sigh*

nathan: so youve been savin’ yourself for marriage this whole time? *chuckle* you hid this side of you cuz' you were scared that your parents might caught you breaking religious rules? yeah, that makes sense.. so why'd u agree to do it with me if you knew that being with me is kinda 'sinful' and it will only make it only worse? i dont understan-

kate: w-well...! i believe that...m-maybe we both gonna work this out and we eventually- *stop talking for awhile* nathan...why do u wanna be with me though? im a religious freak, and youre an atheist… is there.. any reason?

nathan: i have no fucking clue... i really dont okay? y'kno i dont really believe in any of those religious crap u mention about, i just think you were fun to hangout with, guess ive always had thing for religious girls anyway… *chuckle softly* maybe i like to experience with someone whos ACTUALLY different from me y'kno what i mean? i dont know how to word it well..but theres just something.. something about you that i really like alright? so tell me why u sticking with a douche guy like me anyway?

kate: mhm... youve got unique personalities... sure you can be a bit freaky sometimes but i tend to be the freakiest too so we're even *giggle* youre also look so gentle and charming when youre not being such a jerk to me... its like im talking to a different person..

nathan: maybe you should get your eyes checked then...still, that doesnt make any fucking sense right? i mean why the hell would u go that far with me though? its hard for me to give 100% trust on you...just wanna make sure you werent after me for damn money alright?

kate: good God nathan no! of course not! im not like those gold diggers youve been slept with! i-i swear okay..? believe me.. i never even saw you as my 'sugar daddy' i-i mean yeah sure youre rich, you have everything but that's not the reason i-

nathan: stop lying to me katie, the only reason you stuck with me cuz' im just a dumbass jock whos nothing but a spoiled prick little rich kid, just like any other stupid bimbos out there who kept using me for money. so yeah… i dont buy it, youre probably just using me too... *look away*

kate: *sigh* you right, youre such a dumb jock. cant u see that im being genuine this whole time? if you werent rich, id still want to be with you okay?? maybe i'd like you even more, so i wouldnt have to worry about you chasing me like im some kind of prey and treating me like one of your trophies collection... *frown*

nathan: you know what? big fucking thanks for giving me that ideas. maybe i should just go fuck around with other whore out there who isnt much loose as you, who can actually stand me, who isnt a clingy.. or someone who wont keeps whining being sensitive about everything like a fucking toodler. at least them hot chicks are wayyy more experienced more than you though.. youre all the same, just wanting me for cash! because thats what girls like you always do; an attention-starved whore who begged herself like a fucking dog in a heat!

kate: at least i still have some goddamn self-respect! you know what? maybe you should just be GAY instead because you sound like misogynist at this point. *sarcastic tone* and guess what? maybe i am clingy and sensitive; its one of those female traits you just have to deal with it but you cant! you know why?? because youre the most sexist guy ive ever met! and goodluck finding another dumb ho who can put up with your bullshit! *walk away*

note: i want them to at least hv a proper conversation afterward but hv no idea how to make it happen its a bit stretch to do so i just gave up lol

[dailymothanon]

I felt like blue was a swaggy color yesterday 👍 so I doodled with it 😼 can you believe? Men in love? That’s so cool, shoutout to them. Did I make one of Maine’s bracelets a centipede? Yes. Why? I thought it’d be pretty cool. (rants in read more)

Shorts weather goes crazy, it’s been 50-60° up here lately and lord it’s so hot, but summer is usually 70-90°+ and I hope it stays 70

I think. Alaska’s favorite color would be blue. I have reasons.

For one, a lot of his state symbols are blue, and I’ve always associated ptarmigans with a soft light bluish greenish cuz my elementary school was fantastic and lovely and the school’s color was that and their mascot is the ptarmigan, it’s a native school

Second, he likes space… which has a lot of blue usually, I’m not really sure tho

Third, if he’s a whale expert he probably really likes sea creatures, not to mention having more coast than the whole lower 48 combined and surrounded by three seas and two oceans; plus, moose are known to actually love to swim so much so that orcas are one of their predators

I looked at a ton of native beading and kuspuks and a very very common color was blue and purple, I’m assuming it’s cuz it contrasts with the usually fur made clothing (I think Maine has gifted Alaska with really nice beads before, hopefully as a bonus they were not plastic, thatd be pretty cool)

lastly, blue isn’t really known to be an overwhelming color? I’m not too sure, but it’s usually known as a calm color, I think Alaska would appreciate that

Which kinda blues would he prefer?? i aint too sure. i havent thought that far yet, but who says he cant like many blues

Another Alaska hc is that Alaska used to be bad with alcohol. I read Russians introduced natives to hard liquor to gain advantages over them, in leading to generational trauma.

Alaska was probably introduced to it when he was young and he figured drinking was the only thing making his suffering by their hands a little more bearable each drop he took. And maybe throughout his lawless territory era it was still pretty bad and eventually during mushing (i imagine he took up a mushing mailing job cuz it kept him away from people the most) he got pretty injured cuz of it and he then realized then that if he continued like that he may accidentally get one of his dogs hurt and that scared him. He wasn't really bad towards anyone when he drank tho, just very shut down i imagine. But now i think he can handle drinking well, but tries to make sure of what and how much he drinks (my excuse for this is that Alaska has strict drinking laws, its illegal to even get drunk in a bar, but i think thats for the better. The roads are dangerous enough as is) as per the awa'uq massacre, awa'uq means "to become numb" and i think that would be how Alaska would describe what it was like for him during those times

[malleleothreesome]

DID YOU SEE THE LEONA SPELLDRIVE GROOVY !!

I'm just being down bad probably but the hand.... *twirls hair and giggles*

LOL I CANT BELIEVE THE GROOVY DROPPED RIGHT WHEN I FELL ASLEEP LOL. But I guess I’m glad I didn’t see it before bed cause it would have KEPT ME THE FUCK UP ALL NIGHT.

Ugh i totally have a thing for hands *bites lip twirls hair* but honestly WHICH HAND cause something about the way he’s gripping that broomstick got me sweating 🥵

Okay but his dad glasses are SOOO FUNNY TO ME LIKE??? Now that I’ve seen these outfits I wonder what the fuck Malleus looks like when he’s playing and beating their asses to oblivion??? Like don’t tell me Malleus has dad glasses too please I can’t take it I can’t even fathom. Maybe Malleus is so powerful he doesn’t even need glasses, maybe he’s just out there raw dogging it WHO KNOWS BESTIE