#i still have next gen stuff don’t worry

[headfullof-ideas]

At long last, the next gen Pirate kiddo reveals are done! It took wayyyy too long, but they’re done! Now to work on all the other projects I have

In order of oldest to youngest, like the Nekton kiddos

[cotton-fae24]

Hello everybody! Surprised to see me post something not Seabird related? Well sometimes drawing the same things over and over again gets a little tiring, so to clear my head (and to remind myself to draw legs once in while) I’d tried to draw other owl house stuff. During this break times I’d actually end up drawing other owl house creators Au’s, and I decided to clean up these drawings together and compile them into one big illustration. Think of this post as a sorta tribute to creators that inspire me. And don’t worry, Seabird part 3 will still come out Monday.

First up, the Monster high AU by @dazeddoodles

As the title suggests, it’s an AU that combines the G1 Monster high with the Owl house series. I was a huge Monster High fan when I was younger, so this AU was a real treat. I’m really sad they decided to discontinue it, as I think this AU is really cute. I love the designs too, Raine is my favorite. I kinda just wanted to draw some cute interactions, a young Eda and Raine interacting, Gus and Willow giving Hunter “a hand’ and Amity flirting with Luz (in her own way). Drawing this AU was a lot of fun and did inspire me to rewatch some of the old Monster high specials.

Pittwins AU by @nikolutke

This AU is much darker. The idea of the story is what if Hunter and Luz weren’t resurrected at the end of the series and wandered around the Boiling Isles as ghosts. I love Nikolutke designs for Ghost Luz and Hunter, they’re both haunting and really sad. Plus the idea exploring the Owl house characters reactions towards the death of a love one is really fascinating concept. I kinda explored that idea with these drawings, in this case Eda and Darius reactions. I feel like Eda would be out of her mind with grief, as she was forced to watch Luz’s death first hand. I think she’d feel a lot of guilt too, thinking she failed to protect Luz. I also wonder if Kings Titans powers allows him to see the dead, could be possible. As for the other illustration, I think Darius would probably isolated himself and grieve quietly, contemplating what he could of done differently, and if he could have saved Hunter in time.

The Gilded Cage by @catboymoments

I’ve been fan of both their next gen au and this one, but I decided to post one about the Gilded age au. The basic idea of this AU is the classic “What if Belos found Luz instead of Eda” concept. A lot of these AUs tend to go the route of “Luz becomes Belos 2.0” as someone who loves Luz, I’m sad people just think she’d just instantly become a villain if left unguided. I’m really that this AU went into a different direction and actual kept Luz’s personality and made Luz someone who’s trying to help the Isles and wants to protect her friends from Belos wrath. The one on the left is Lilith and Luz interacting, I like to think Lilith sees a lot of Eda in Luz, and makes her think of the good times before everything got complicated. The one on the right is Luz and Hunter, with the former trying to convince the latter to question Belos control. I love in this AU that despite Belos attempts to put the, against each other, they still have each others back no matter what! Their siblings no matter what universe they’re in!

And of course the classic (pun intended) The Mythology AU by @turquoisespace35

This AU is Huntlow story set in Greek mythology. Hunter in this AU is the half human-gorgon offspring of the human Caleb and gorgon Evelyn. Willow is sent to his location to kill him but (of course) they fall in love instead. The story has a lot of twists and turns, so I suggest you check it out if you haven’t already. The left drawing is Caleb and Evelyn interacting together. I don’t know if this work but I like to think the two were able to somewhat interact with each other by Caleb looking through mirror. I of course had to draw the love birds Hunter and Willow interacting together. The one on the top right is a little bit of a spoiler but I decided to draw Lilith and Edalyns in their goddess forms, I love that Lilith plays the role of Athena and acts a caretaker to Hunter. I drew her getting a little emotional about Hunter finally being free, as any cool Aunt should.

And to those who are just hear to see the Seabird AU, here’s a preview drawing of part 3 of chapter 10. I don’t think Edas really enjoying this part though lol.

Anyway, hope you guys this more unusual post, I just wanted to draw something a little different this time and pay tribute to some of the artists that have inspired me.

Edit: Chapter 10 part 3 of the Little Seabird is out now. In case you’re interested in seeing my work, I’ve left a link:

Chapter 10, part 3:

And if you want to read from the beginning, here’s a link to the first page:

Beginning:

[jjkamochoso]

Hey Jealousy

Angst, Fluff

Gen Narumi x gn!reader

Request from Wattpad: Gen gets jealous when Soshiro flirts with his crush!; takes place during Chapter 57 :)

Warnings: none

“What’s the big deal? It’s just Third Division.”

You didn’t realize how much of an impact your words had made on your comrades in the First Division until you noticed it had gone completely quiet around you as everyone stared at you in shock.

“Huh? Just Third Division? Don’t ya know they’re our biggest enemies?” Gen Narumi asked you in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t our biggest enemies be the kaiju? If we’re all working to eliminate them, should we really have a rivalry?” you wondered. Your soldiers couldn’t speak a word; they weren’t expecting to hear their beloved platoon leader spout such nonsense!

“It’s because you haven’t met them yet,” Gen told you, slapping a hand to your back. “Once you have the displeasure of talking to the Third Division, you’ll understand why we hate them.”

Well, here you were, standing before some members of the Third Division, and you still couldn’t grasp the hatred between the two Tokyo factions. Gen had invited you along to “greet” (confront) them as they entered your base and as you eyed them from your spot next to Gen, you waited to see what the fuss was all about.

“Hoshina!” Gen yelled, stepping up to the Third Division’s vice captain. “Who the hell gave you permission to step into my territory, ay?”

Soshiro looked completely unfazed. “My oh my, what a grand welcome for Captain Narumi to personally greet us.”

The vice captain turned his attention to you, his eyes looking you up and down before smiling coyly.

“And who might you be?” he asked. “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you before. I certainly would’ve remembered a stunning face like yours.”

You felt your whole body warm at his obvious flirtation. Gen immediately tensed up beside you, stepping forward once more and slightly shielding your body from Soshiro’s view.

“Who they are is none of your business,” Gen growled, pointing an accusatory finger at a smirking Soshiro. “I suggest you get out of here or I won’t hesitate to throw you out. Personally.”

“I have received permission from the higher ups in the main branch, so don’t mind us,” Soshiro explained.

“Nope, no go. This base is off limits for folks with bowl cuts or fox eyes and you fit under both of those.”

“Oh? Could it be that you’re still holdin’ a grudge?” Soshiro suggested, a playful tone in his voice. “You’re still angry that I beat you in the subjugation exercise ranking for the small monster category?”

Gen fell to his knees in dismay at the reminder of his failure. As you went to comfort him, Soshiro took note of your ranking plastered on your jacket and the worry that was present in your expression as you helped Gen back to his feet. You were treating the captain with more tenderness than expected from a platoon leader to their superior, and vice versa with Gen protecting you with a fervor Soshiro had never witnessed from the childish First Division member, all of which strongly suggested you two harbored some sort of romantic feelings for one another. The violet haired man giggled to himself, knowing his latest way of getting under Gen’s skin was sure to work.

“So, my lovely platoon leader,” Soshiro said, capturing your attention, “what else do you do in your free time besides being this good looking?”

Not used to being so brazenly hit on, you cleared your throat as you struggled to maintain your composure and release the words that were stuck on your tongue.

“Uh, you know, a little bit of this and that. Watch movies, walk around town. That sort of thing.”

“I see. Real date night stuff, yeah?”

“I guess so,” you squeaked, your voice barely heard over the quarreling between the division members next to you.

“Do you have any plans later? Maybe you could give me the grand tour of the base?” Soshiro asked you, flashing his signature fanged grin as he leaned in closer to you. Your heart began racing, unsure of what to say. Vice Captain Hoshina was smiling at you like the Cheshire Cat while Gen was glaring daggers at him.

“I-well, I… don’t know what I’m doing later but-”

“Keep at it, you guys!” Gen interrupted you loudly as he encouraged your comrades to continue their bickering with the other division. “The only record Hoshina broke was the small monsters! Aside from that, I hold the rest of the titles!”

“Gen, wait! I don’t think that’s true!” you warned, but it was too late. Soshiro had already heard him clearly and was gearing up to release the final blow to Gen’s ego.

“Doesn’t Captain Ashiro hold the title for the sniper category?”

Down Gen went, hitting the ground with a thump and splaying out in his defeat. You were about to help him up again when someone gently tapped their finger on your shoulder.

Soshiro was practically batting his eyelashes at you. “Will I ever get a name to go along with such a lovely person?”

“L/n. Y/n L/n,” you answered, looking away shyly. Gen had finally stood back up, fueled by his distaste for Soshiro that was only increasing the more he heard him speak to you. When he spied Soshiro’s hand gripping yours, about to bring it to his lips, that’s when any shred of respect for the man permanently left his body. Seeing red, he marched over to you and forcibly removed Soshiro’s grip on your fingers and then swatted his hand away, leaving Soshiro unsuccessfully hiding his rambunctious laughter.

“I’ve really struck a nerve there!” Soshiro exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes as he fought to catch his breath between cackles. “I’ve never seen you this worked up! Is someone jealous?”

Gen bared his teeth in anger. “Shut up! I don’t like you! Get out of here imme-”

You were about to ask Gen what the hell his problem was, but you never got the chance, seeing as Vice Captain Hasegawa had shown up and hit Gen over the head with a fan, telling him to be quiet. Hasegawa led Soshiro away to the meeting, the cheeky vice captain not leaving without shooting you a wink. Gen quickly followed suit and you had to wait until their meeting was over to try to get to the bottom of what was going on.

You raced to Gen’s room later that night, itching to find out what had gotten into him earlier that morning. You knocked on the door but heard no answer, prompting you to knock louder and incessantly.

“I know you’re in there.”

“I’m not here.”

You rolled your eyes. “Let me in, Narumi.”

You heard footsteps near the door and he barely opened it, peeking his head out and scowling at you.

“Oh, it’s just Narumi now? Ouch.”

“Mind explaining to me what you were doing this morning?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, faking ignorance.

“The whole thing with Hoshina! He was just being nice.”

Gen’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened. “Being nice. Being nice? That’s what you call that?! That guy is… is… he’s a menace! A loser! You wanted me to stand by and do nothing?”

“Yes!” you scoffed. “God forbid someone flirts with me. Is it so bad that he thought I was cute? Is it wrong that I liked the attention that I’ve been missing for so long?”

“You like him?” Gen asked incredulously, his hair flopping around.

“I never said I liked him! I said I liked the attention.”

“You know what, I’m sure Hoshina’s still on base somewhere,” he grumbled. “You can go find him and live your happy little lives together. Just leave me out of it.”

Gen shut the door in your face, leaving you alone in the hallway with your racing thoughts. What was wrong with him? He had always been someone you could count on in any situation and was the person you trusted the most. You had always been his confidant, being able to talk to you about anything—why was he shutting you out completely right now? Why was recieving a tiny amount of affection from another man bothering him so much?

“Gen, please talk to me,” you pleaded through the door. “I don’t want you to be upset with me when I don’t even know what I did.”

No response.

“We’re having this conversation eventually so it’s best if we get it over with now.”

Silence.

“I thought we were friends,” you started to say, but stopped when the door flew open.

“I don’t want to be friends with you, y/n!” he blurted, his face contorted with distress. “I can’t! I can’t do it anymore!”

You were absolutely taken aback. “What? Why?”

“What happens when another guy comes around and you do like him, huh? What am I supposed to do then?”

Gen was running his fingers through his hair nervously and you still had no clue what he was talking about.

“You’re not making any sense-”

“I like you, okay?” he confessed. “I have for so long now. I hate the thought of you being with someone else other than me. It’s pathetic, I know.”

You were at a complete loss for words, not at all expecting that to be the reason for his odd behavior.

“It’s not pathetic at all,” you said quietly. “That whole time Hoshina was saying those things… I was wishing it was you instead.”

Now it was Gen’s turn to be stunned. “Wait, then why did you get mad at me for pulling you away from him?”

“Because I thought I’d never have a chance with you. I figured maybe I could get over my feelings for you if I found someone else. Convinced myself I liked them.” You inhaled deeply. “But I know there’s no one else for me and there never will be. You’re the only person I could possibly want.”

Gen breathed out a sigh of relief. “I feel the same about you.”

You couldn’t help your giddy smile that arose as you studied the handsome man in front of you.

“Now that we got our first fight out of the way, how about we try the whole kiss-and-make-up thing?” you asked, biting your lower lip in anticipation. Gen took you by the waist and pulled you inside his room, closing the door with his foot.

“We can definitely do that,” he murmured with a grin, leaning into you.

[sophiethewitch1]

Before any asks come in, I figured I'd do some for my current crowning hyperfixation, which is the boys. Did one for each of their initials but Dick got two because I couldn't choose <3

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! , gen soft yandere behavior, murder, kidnapping, dacryphilia, sadism/masochism

D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):

Dick: Dick is the most moral of the yandere batfam, and considers doing the right thing very important. Of course, you’re still much, much more important but… He’ll definitely start small. He’s manipulative. Always begging and pleading for a little more of your time, whining when you don’t give it. And he does it openly, too, not even trying to hide it. Maybe that will absolve him of some of his sins, he thinks a little pathetically. Things like murder and other crimes are harder for him to get into, as he’s quite loyal to Bruce’s code. And he probably wouldn’t kidnap you, just move into your house instead, then your bedroom, then under the covers and with your arms around you. Very slowly, so he doesn’t scare you away. And as someone who has experienced s/a before, he wouldn’t do that to you. No matter how desperate, no matter how many nights he spends taking a suspiciously long time in the shower, he’d never do that to you. In the end, he just wants you to be happy so… so the other stuff doesn’t need to matter as much.

Damian: Damian has a very black and white form of thinking. It took Bruce a hell of a lot of work to change that, and with the advent of you in his life, he swings right back to that black and white. Morality is thrown right out the window when it comes to getting you, to getting you to love him. Murder? He’s done it before. Kidnapping? He’ll keep you safe with him. He’s a romantic, though (like they all are) and he wants you to love him back. He’s irritated that he can’t force that, that if he broke you, you wouldn’t be you. So in the end he won’t ever do anything too far, nothing that would truly get in the way of his goal. Still, with the kidnapping thing, you guys are just going to get stuck together for a while, because he’s certainly not letting you go. The two of you are just gonna have to suffer together till you inevitable fall in love with him. Don’t worry, he’s got a plan!

J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):

Jason: Jason is so unbelievably jealous it sometimes physically hurts. Like he’s being burned alive by it, which, well, he knows what that’s like so he can say it with confidence. He finds your presence calming, usually, but that first time he sees you laughing at a close friend’s joke, he realises you bring out every emotion in him. This time, fiery rage from the literal pits’ of hell. He won’t ever hurt you (and if he ever thinks of it, even for just a moment, the pure horror is enough of a cool bucket of icy water over his head to snap him out of it) but others? Oh, oh no. He left that silly ‘no killing’ code behind a long time ago, and he’s very glad for that as he beats one of your admirers into the concrete. And if you have other yanderes under your thrall? You’ll find yourself constantly breaking up fights, and maybe one day, cleaning up a body. Even then, Jason doesn’t like seeing you touch them, so he does it for you instead. What a sweet guy, eh?

R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):

Richard/Dick: Constantly. Dick is constantly suffering under the weight of his choices, the way he’s treated you, the things he thinks about you. And even as he does it again, does worse, he’ll still have that bit of guilt in the back of his mind. He wants to stay with you, to fucking climb inside your rib cage and live next to the comforting sound of your beating heart, but he knows that’s all unhealthy. He sometimes can’t banish the guilt from his head, sometimes it’s overwhelming, and those are the moments he’ll back off a bit.

T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):

Tim (Going to play around with this one a bit, if you’ll forgive me): Tim is purely fascinated by you. He’s one of the yanderes who gets obsessed with you first, and falls for you second. Your tears, just simply by being a byproduct of you are fascinating to him too. And yeah, they turn him on. Everything about you turns him on, but the sight of your weepy face, has his cock weepy too. As a sadomasochist switch, he likes it when you’re suffering just a little bit. It’s just too cute to resist. But on the other side… he likes when you make him cry too. He likes when you hurt him, as long as you’re paying him attention, looking at him. He’ll cry all you like, if you think it makes him cute, too.

[theshadowrealmitself]

I really feel like. I’m going to end up in some kind of public policy career.

Everyone keeps asking me what I’m going to do when I graduate and originally it was going to be getting a professional masters degree so I could go into whatever career with a better negotiation advantage and maybe get a phd

Recently tho, I found out you don’t have to get a masters to get a phd, you can go straight in from undergrad, and everything about getting a phd is so appealing to me

• It’s university funded here in the us (everyone warned that it’s not “that much money” but I’ve been broke and hungry all my life, at least this is guaranteed money)

• It’s ~7 years of schooling (everyone thinks of that as a downside, but I love being a student)

• It’s more research based (I fucking love research, and especially with people using ai now we need more people willing to actually research I think)

• Getting a job as a professor seems. right? To me? In some way? I crave the stability that a business career would give me, but something about becoming being faculty at a university seems. right?? (But I worry it’s the current spidey hyperfixation speaking)

But everyone’s been asking me what I would do my research on and other than generically “business stuff”, my biggest “interest” is all the downfalls of generative ai, and I’ve been telling people that (idk why, actually focusing on all the harm it’s been doing sounds like complete hell to me, I wanna be in a bubble, but this answer keeps coming out from the depths of my soul, I think partly because I just want to reiterate to everyone that using gen ai is so so so stupid and awful)

And so all the staff members have been talking to me about public policy and wanting to connect me to other staff members who focus on that and stuff

And I’m really leaning towards straight into a phd program, but now I’m leaning between a business administration phd with a concentration in strategic management and organization (very doable for me), or something in public policy (appeals to my ethics)

However, my university doesn’t offer phd’s for public policy, so I’d have to search up other schools (scary) and I don’t have a car or license (scary), my current rent is manageable with what universities give to live but if I went elsewhere I’d probably have to move which would be more of a drain on my finances, or get a car (scary scary scary)

And for the business side, I could stay at this university, but I’d still be surrounded by business students (scary) and the application cycle doesn’t open till next year so I’d have to find employment for a year before I could commit to getting my phd (scary) and even then what if I don’t get accepted??

There’s also all the shit the current administration has been doing in terms of education and what they’re planning to and all that is!! Terrifying!!!

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Finally finished the outline of Daughter of the Rain and Snow and I know exactly how the ending is going down almost pretty much (details are blurry, but plot and character arcs are completely outlined and ready to write instead of just bullet points or vague ideas) so out of interest (won’t necessarily stick to it 100% but would still like to know) what would anyone like to see next if you would like to continue reading my stuff?

Explanations below cut

Sequel

I have every intention to write this one, I have characters but thus far not a main plot more of just the premise. Would follow Ahra, Evan, Yara, maybe Vix, and maybe Lilia as our young Dregs and start around when Kaz and Inej left for Ravka since the Dregs was kinda on the verge of collapse whoops. Can’t go into too much detail or they’ll be spoilers for the current fic but there’d be the opportunity for some Aimee and Kiada, and Kanej would still be present but they might not be in focus (again, can’t explain too much or they’ll be spoilers). There might even be some Fiona or some Maya stuff who knows

I really want to write this bc I really want to write Ahra’s story so it’ll probably end up coming around at some point but I realise it might not be the most interesting to y’all when it’s mostly ocs so yeah

Feliks had been more than lenient with Ahra. He’d been the only person who ever gave her a real job - playing her violin in the reception of the White Rose - and when things had predictably gone haywire he’d been good enough to only turn her away, not Evan too. Ahra hadn’t much cared for the job, she loved her violin but she did not enjoy watching the Rose’s clients come and go and she certainly hadn’t cared for having her skin paled and her hair Tailored white for such purposes, but it was easy money and enough to keep them ticking over as all of Evan’s funds petered away on overpriced little medicine bottles. She studied the thin stack of kruge in her hand, thinking of Kaz standing opposite her in the alley by the Slat.

“I don’t need your charity, Brekker,”

“And far be it from me to offer you any,”

Not charity, but she didn’t doubt Dirtyhands had his own purposes in paying her for a job she failed to finish. Still, cash was cash. And medicine was medicine. She tucked it back into her breast pocket and tapped it lightly, slipping round the corner and pulling a bone light from her jacket.

What Evan didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Helnik

This was an idea I had a looooong time ago and I shared a little snippet scene on here, but then I started writing Daughter of the Rain and Snow and never looked back. I really want to write this one I think it could be pretty cool, it would be relatively short set in between Crooked Kingdom and King of Scars and take place in Ravka; based on a headcanon I have about Nina learning how to use her new power and as a result of it experiencing hallucinations of Matthias being with her that she is fully convinced are real. Following Nina, Zoya, and Genya as they try to navigate this and worry that they shouldn’t let Nina got to Fjerda in this state.

“What time is it?” she mumbled into the cushions.

“A little after seven bells,”

“Saints, how disgusting,”

Nina sighed, in a mixture of content and tiredness. The luxury of the Little Palace was a mostly welcome change from crawling in next to Matthias in the tomb at Black Veil - or even of the hotel room at the Geldrenner. They’d shared a sofa, so close to each other; limbs entangled, chest against her back so she could feel his heart beating. A steady rhythm, no matter what he was feeling. The big bed here was more comfortable, but the closeness felt like an aching absence, as though the few feet between them spanned for miles. She reached out behind her and found something soft that she decided was his arm.

“Come closer,” she whispered, and she imagined the way he’d smile.

He would press her fingers to his lips and she would roll over to face him. She’d reach out and touch his cheek, and he would catch her hands in his.

“Witch,”

“Barbarian,”

“Little Red Bird,” he would say, just before his lips met hers

The sunlight would be warm and soft on their skin as they moved closer, as she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers.

But he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t come closer, or kissed her fingers, or brushed his lips against hers. He had not gently pushed her hand down towards his wrist so their fingers could intertwine.

“Matthias?”

Nina made the mistake of rolling over, and began to scream.

Wesper

There’s a line in Crooked Kingdom where Jesper says if Van Eck really couldn’t cope with Wylan not being able to read he could have told people he was blind, the point being that still would’ve been wrong but that everything he’d resorted to was unnecessary and Wylan shouldn’t feel like it was his fault. So this would be an au where Van Eck did exactly that and Wesper attend Ketterdam university together; Wylan grapples with his father being the worst and falling for Jesper as he fears telling him the truth, Jesper grapples with addiction and wanting to stay at university partly for the sake of falling for Wylan.

Jesper leaned in, pushing one of Wylan’s curls back off his face.

“It’s pity you can’t see how beautiful your eyes are,”

Wylan blushed, letting Jesper run his hand over his cheek and tilt his face up towards his own. Jesper leaned forward but then Wylan squirmed, just slightly, and Jesper tensed as he pulled his hand away.

“And me, of course,” he added, letting his voice take on a teasing lilt to brush past the moment, “It’s a shame you don’t know how gorgeous I am,”

Wylan almost smiled, but he had stepped away.

“I- erm,” he brushed his fingers through the lock of hair Jesper had moved and cleared his throat, “Excuse me,”

And then he was gone.

[greenflavoredcyanide]

I Guess Blood is kind of Hot

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories:

Gen, Other

Fandom:

Boyfriend to Death (Visual Novels)

Relationships:

Strade (BTD/TNR)/Reader

Additional Tags:

Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Canon-Typical Violence, Nosebleed, Gore, only a little tho, Blood Kink, Sadism, Light Masochism, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Rough Body Play, No Sex, womp womp, Light Bondage

First time posting a fic here! Let me know how I can improve :3

It was a normal afternoon. As normal as an afternoon in this goddamn house could be. You don’t know how long you’ve been here, been kept here, but you’ve gotten used to the “norm” here. On Saturday afternoons, Strade usually had the living room reserved for his shows. He would sit on the couch with a few beers and watch whatever he wanted, it was his tv time. You were allowed to sit with him if you wanted to, but to be quite honest; you didn’t really want to. Not only were the shows he watched boring, but you didn’t really want to be seated next to… him… Even though you got as comfortable as you could get with Strade, he was still your captor. He was still dangerous, mean, and sadistic. He’s still the same man that has shoved blades deep into your skin, slashed you open, used power tools on you, etc… sure, right now he’s not doing any of that, he actually is behaving really normal right now, but you can’t just forget all of that.

You had your own room at this point anyway; it was small but comfortable. You spent most of your free time there. Either that, or in Ren’s room. You really liked Ren’s room, it’s colourful and comfy. He didn’t mind you being in there as long as you didn’t disturb him while he was watching stuff. You didn’t really care for any of the animes he watched, but you would occasionally watch with him when you were really bored. One thing that Ren had that you didn’t was a laptop. Strade doesn’t trust you enough yet to give you your own, you still had to earn that privilege. However, a privilege you did earn was having books and art supplies. You expressed to Strade some of your interests one day after he was done with work. You didn’t really expect him to do anything with that information, but to your surprise he came home with a sketchbook, a notebook, pencils, pens, and some graphic novels. These were your only other sources of entertainment. 

You were sitting on your bed, sketchbook open. Doodling some random characters onto the pages, when a feeling of unease washed over you. You felt like something bad was about to happen, you usually do. Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was gut feeling, but you were usually right. You paused your doodling and listened for the TV. It still seemed to be running a program, which means Strade was still occupied. You tried to brush off the feeling, getting back to drawing a character’s hair. With the free time you had, you often spent it making up fictional characters. Some were antagonists, some were protagonists, and some were in between. You had a lot of fun with them, making up silly stories to distract you from the hell you were living in at the moment. You were lost in thought about what personality to give this new one, when your door slams open. 

You jumped in your spot, yelping and spinning around on your bed to face the door. Your heart dropped as you examined the intruder; it was Strade. You gulped as you stared at him, looking over his body language. He was tense, hand still resting on the door handle as he stood in the frame. His chest was heaving, eyebrows furrowed, as if he just ran up all the stairs as fast as he could. To anyone else, he would look just plain ol’ frustrated, but you knew what that look in his eye meant; he was sexually frustrated. You felt worry build up in the pit of your stomach, worry for your safety. He came into your room, which means he wants you to help him, which usually does not go well for you. At all. 

“Get up, we’re going to the basement.” he announced, staring you down with hungry eyes. You paused your movements for a moment, evaluating your options. You really didn’t want to go down there. You know he hasn’t had any new play things in a while, so he’ll probably go really hard with whatever fucked up plan he had. Your injuries had just started to heal up, you didn’t want them to get replaced so fast… after you failed to move to the door, he spoke up again. “Don’t make me drag you.” you squeeked in response, immediately getting up from your spot. You didn’t want him to get the remote out, or pull you down by your hair again. You hovered close behind him as he led the way down, glancing over at Ren with begging eyes as you walked past him. You both knew what was going to happen, and Ren would rather it be you than him; which is fair, since you’d rather it be him than yourself.

After finally making it to the basement, you hesitantly stood in behind Strade. Usually you’d already be tied down or restricted in some way, but right now you weren’t restrained by anything besides the collar. He stood at the workstation, hovering over a few tools, probably trying to pick which one to use today. You gulped as he finally turned around with rope in his hand. You felt an urge to run hit you, realisation smacking you across the face. You knew this was going to happen, yet you walked right on down here! What were you thinking! You could feel your knees buckle as he approached you. “N-no- wait!” you pleaded as he grabbed you by the hair and shoved you to the ground. “It’ll be quick~” he coos as he ties your hands together behind your back. 

You attempted to struggle just a little bit, but he tied them really tight. The friction around your wrists reminded you of the first day you arrived here. You shake the memories out of your head, you’d rather not think about it right now. Before you could even really start to think of something new, Strade threw you down onto your back, your head colliding with the pavement. You groan out in pain at the contact, a ringing starting up in your ears as he pulled your legs and hips towards himself. Swiftly, he pulled out his favourite hunting knife from his back pocket and held it up to your thigh. You couldn’t stop yourself from shrieking in pain as he pushed the blade down into your skin, leaving a deep gnash on your upper thigh. You were surprised at how quickly he got into it. Usually he took it slow, he liked the build up of fear in your eyes as he taunts you; he must be really desperate right now. 

Before you could register it, he sliced again, this time lower. He continued to slash at your soft flesh three more times, huffing and getting off to your whimpers and pained noises. You expected him to do more, maybe cut your stomach or chest while he’s at it, but instead he tosses your legs to the sides and stands up. You look up at him through teary eyes, confused. I mean, sure, you were grateful he stopped so early but why? Why was he done? There’s no way that’s all- you were pulled out of thought as he yanked you up by your hair, earning a raw cry of pain from you. You just barely managed to get onto your knees when you felt a blow to your stomach. Falling backward again, you heaved, gasping for air. You didn’t even catch your breath before Strade sent his booted foot into the side of your abdomen, sending you barreling across the floor. Wheezing at the impact, you coughed harshly, a copper taste filling your mouth. Your vision was blurry with tears as you rolled over pathetically, trying to stabilise yourself. 

Over the ringing in your ears you could hear Strade laughing. Though, it wasn’t his usual sadistic laugh, it was more breathy; more desperate. You gasped for air as he tugged up your face by your hair once again. “You’d look so lovely with a beaten face, don’t you think?” he chuckled into your ear from behind. His breath was hot against your neck as he moved over your body, positioning himself to straddle your back. He pushed down on it as he held your head tight, causing you to arche in an incredibly uncomfortable way. Desperately, you tried to move your arms only to be greeted with the harsh friction of rope. You wanted to start begging, but before you could he shoved your face down into the cement. Really hard. You heard a crack as pain engulfed the entirety of your face, blood streaming down from your forehead and nose down to your mouth and chin. 

He lifted your head back up before quickly slamming it back down again. You couldn’t stop the noises from leaving your mouth, noises of agony. Your voice cracked as you let out a hoarse, loud cry. It gurgled in your throat as you heaved, trying to catch your breath. Strade was laughing again, this time it was his usual demeaning laugh, full of sadism and enjoyment. You could feel him get off of you, letting go of your head briefly so he could move around to your front. Once again grabbing your face, he examined his work. Your face was covered in blood; the skin in between your eyebrows was torn and broken, letting a generous amount of blood drip down. But that wasn’t what caught his attention, no, it was your nose.

It was obviously broken in multiple places, mangled and crushed. Blood streamed out of it like a waterfall, coating your lips and chin, dripping down your neck. Strade couldn’t help the tent growing in his pants at the sight, it was beautiful. The mixture of tears, blood, and spit gathering and your face alone was enough to get his blood own pumping; his face burning red. You stared at him with pleading, glossy eyes, you hoped this is what he wanted. You didn’t want anymore, you were out of energy. Your breathing was heavy as you were recovering from being winded, but his was heavy because he was excited. He couldn’t contain himself, this was so hot to him. He bunched up your shirt in his fist and pulled you in, slamming his lips into yours.

You were caught off guard, a muffled moan escaping you as he smashed his face into yours, he grinded against your leg as he moved his mouth with yours. You wanted to push him away, but your hands were bound together, rope burn making the skin raw and ache in pain. A combination of both your salivas along with your blood mixing in his mouth really got him going. To him, it was a complete bliss; this is exactly what he wanted; what he needed. But to you, it was too much. There were so many sensations happening at once, you were getting over stimulated. You wanted to focus on the kiss, but your attention kept getting grabbed by both the pain of your open cuts and by the throbbing agony on your face. You could feel Strade through his pants as he grinded into you, he loved this; thrived off of this. 

He pulled away, the both of you gasping for air. Still holding your head in his hands, he licked his lips, getting your blood off of them. He huffed, staring down at your still bleeding face with lust. Your eyelids fluttered, giving him unintentional bedroom eyes. Strade laughed again before pulling your face closer to his. You were expecting another rough kiss, but instead you were met with his tongue running along your lips. He then licked up your blood, smacking his lips as he lapped it up from your chin down to your neck. He moaned into the base of your neck, his face now covered in your blood. You couldn’t think, your mind clouded with too many thoughts and feelings. 

With the combination of Strade licking and sucking at your neck and his rough grinding, you could feel yourself get increasingly more aroused. Even though you were in extreme pain and discomfort, a part of you liked it. You liked the attention he gave you, how you made him feel so much just by simply bleeding. A fucked up part of you wanted to keep bleeding for him, to keep him on you like this. You were pulled back into your senses as the warmth of his mouth lifted from your skin. You let out a soft whine at the loss of contact, to which he chuckled. “Enjoying yourself too?” he mocked. You couldn’t stop yourself from nodding, pleading for him to continue. He hummed in amusement, running his tongue over his lips to collect any remaining blood. 

“I’ll humour you, since you were so good for me~”

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 22

Master list

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: Fluff, a little sadness (Jensen is leaving for a bit), wedding planning, a little light smut

A/N: Fluffy chapter leading up to the wedding. Jensen has to leave for work. I edited this quickly, so please overlook any errors. A little long, sorry got carried away.

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The next few weeks were filled with answering the same questions over and over again. Family, friends and news organizations reached out to you and Jensen about your statements and about the situation. Your families and friends were excited you moved up the wedding day and they looked forward to the celebration. Jensen was busy getting ready to head to Toronto to do some work on a new project and wanted you to go with him. He was still worried about leaving you since Ashley made bail.

“Jensen, I have to stay here and work on wedding stuff. I promise I’ll be okay. The bodyguard Clif recommended has been working out great so far. If I need anything I promise I’ll call Gen and Jared.” You said as you hugged him. “If you’re sure then I’ll let them know I couldn’t convince you to go.” Jensen said with a little pouty face. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. “Babe, don’t worry I’ll be okay. I want to go but since the wedding is coming up soon I need to finalize some things. I still don’t have my dress.” You said holding him tight.

Jensen smirked and said “I’d be okay if you didn’t wear anything”. “I’m sure you would, but I doubt our families and friends would appreciate that.” You said laughing. Jensen’s phone rang and he answered it. It was his manager and they needed him in Toronto the day after tomorrow. The filming schedule was ahead and they wanted to keep it rolling. “Hey sweetheart, I have to leave earlier than expected. Filming is ahead of schedule and they need me.” Jensen said grabbing his suitcase from the closet.

“I get it. I’ll help you pack. Do you have a flight yet” you asked walking towards the bedroom. “Yeah, I leave tomorrow morning at 7am” he said walking behind you. “Ugh, so soon” now you were the one pouting. “It’s fine. We’ll just have to make the most of the time we have. Should we see if you can get the kids tonight so you can spend some time with them before you have to leave” you asked him. “I’ll call her in a little bit. I’m gonna pack first.” He said grabbing some clothes from the closet.

You slipped out of the room and called his ex. “Hey, Jens schedule got changed and he leaves tomorrow morning. Is there anyway you can bring the kids over so he can spend time with them before he leaves?” You asked her. “Oh, sure. I can have them there in about 30 minutes. Are you going with him” she asked. “No, I have so much left to do for the wedding. I’d love to go but since the wedding is in a little over a month I have to stay and finish planning. I honestly thought I had more time but since we bumped it up it snuck up on me.” You said laughing.

“Well if there is anything I can help with let me know. I’ll have the kids over there soon.” She said. “Thanks. I appreciate the offer and you bringing the kids to see him. I know he’s going to be excited. See you soon” you said as you hung up. Back in the room Jensen was busy packing his bags and making sure he had everything he needed. “Hey babe, I hope to be back in plenty of time to help you finish wedding prep. Let me know what I can do while away to help you out.” He said as he busied himself around the room.

“Thanks Jens. Between Gen, the wedding planner, your sister and y/f/n I think I’ve got everything covered. Besides, we already have your outfit so I don’t need you for that. Plus the employees at the brewery are being helpful with figuring out setup and planning for there. You just focus on the project and the sooner you’re done the faster you will be back home with me” you kissed him as he walked past you.

About 30 minutes later Jensen was packed and his bags were downstairs. It made you sad seeing his bags packed, but you love him and this is part of loving him. It’s a small price to pay to be loved by this amazing man. You were in the kitchen and the doorbell rang. “You expecting someone” Jensen asked you. “Yep, and so are you” you said with a smile.

Jensen opened the door to see 3 smiling faces looking up at him. He grinned and dropped to his knees throwing his arms around his children. “Daddy” they all squealed. They threw their arms around him almost knocking him over. The room filled with giggles and excitement. You walked over and his son ran to you “Mama y/n” I missed you. He said as he hugged you. “I missed you too buddy. I’m glad you could come see daddy and me” you said giving him a big hug.

Jensen was smiling and walked over to you and kissed you. “Thank you Y/N. I’m glad you went ahead and called her for me.” “Of course baby. I know you want to spend as much time with them as you can before you leave.” You smiled.

The kids were playing in the backyard with Jensen and you were standing in the kitchen making lunch and watching them. One of the things you loved the most about Jensen was how deeply he loved his children. He was an amazing father and his kids adored him. Once lunch was ready you carried it outside to the porch. You called everyone to wash up and to eat lunch.

You all sat at the table and started eating lunch. The kids were talking about school and friends while you and Jensen sat and listened. His oldest looked at Jensen and said “Daddy a girl at school said her mommy told her you were going to have another baby. Is that true” Jensen looked up from his food and made eye contact with you. “No, baby girl. That was a fake story. It’s not true at all. I’m sorry you had to hear that. Remember sometimes things get said about Daddy and your mom that aren’t always true.” He said with a gentle smile. You sat in silence replaying the past few months in your head. It has definitely been a roller coaster but being with him is worth it.

He’s one of the most genuine people you’ve ever met and he loves with his whole being. He’s the kind of guy you want through the good, bad and ugly. Jensen looked at you and mouthed “are you okay”. You shook your head yes. After lunch you cleaned up as the kids were playing. Jensen offered to help and you told him no and to go spend the time with his children.

He stepped off the porch and was running around the yard with the kids. The laughter and giggles made your heart happy. When he was home he wasn’t Jensen Ackles the star, he was just Jens or daddy. This was his favorite role, dad and fiancé.

As the day wore on you could see Jensen get sad. You pulled him into the kitchen and asked “Jensen, what’s wrong”. “I just don’t want to leave. It’s hard every time, but this time feels worse. Our wedding is soon and I’m leaving you with still so much left to do.” He said leaning his forehead against yours. You cupped his face and kissed him “honey it’s okay. I’ve got this and you’re not going to be gone too long. Besides, I have a ton of help.” He leaned in and kissed your lips softly. The two of you heard giggles behind you and you looked and saw the kids.

Jensen turned and said “who wants to make pizza and watch a movie”. “We do” all three kids said as they jumped up and down. You helped Jensen get the ingredients out and all three kids helped make the dough. You decided on individual pizzas because the kids all wanted something different on theirs. After the pizzas were in the oven the five of you went to the living room to pick out a movie. You all agreed on the new Little Mermaid movie. You helped Jensen set up a picnic area in the middle of floor. The kids all picked a spot and once the pizzas were done you helped Jensen bring them in.

Comfortable silence filled the room as everyone ate and watched the movie. Jensen sat back looking around the room at his kids and you. He loved how quickly his kids took to you and how you made room in your heart for them. His son found his way back in your lap. It quickly became his favorite place to sit. Jensen smiled as he realized how lucky he was. In about a month he gets to finally call you his wife and he was over the moon about it.

As the movie ended there was a knock at the door. Jensen answered it. His ex walked in with him to get the kids. The kids whined about leaving Jensen but they had school the next morning. Since Jensen’s fight was so early it was easier if they went home with her tonight. Lots of hugs, kisses and tears were exchanged. Jensen helped put them in the car and gave them all another hug and kiss. He promised to FaceTime them when he could.

When he walked back in the house he looked sad. You threw your arms around him and hugged him tight. “I know it’s hard to leave Jensen. You won’t be gone too long and they will be okay. I’ll see if I can get them a few times and they can come over and spend the night. I know it’s not the same without you here, but it might offer them some comfort.

He squeezed you tight and kissed you. “I love you, sweetheart. Having them here today was amazing and I think you having them come over while I’m gone is a great idea”.

“Come on Jensen let’s get some alone time in before you leave” you said grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs. He smiled and let you lead him to the bedroom. Once in the room you both removed your clothes while kissing each other like it was the first and last time. Jensen laid you down on the bed and started kissing you from your lips to your neck. Down your neck, across your collarbone and down to your breasts. The heat of his breath and the stubble of his beard set your skin on fire. You moaned with each kiss.

He was taking his time tonight. Studying and kissing every inch of you. He knew this would be the last time for a while and he was in no hurry. You had always felt uncomfortable with your body, but Jensen worshipped you and made you feel comfortable with every kiss and touch. His touch was slow and deliberate. You both savored every single moment you shared tonight. The two of you made love several times and each time was more amazing than the last.

After the last round of love making Jensen collapsed beside you on the bed. He took you in his arms and kissed your forehead. “ I love you, Y/N. I’m going to miss you so much while I’m gone.” He said as he kissed your lips. You cupped his face and whispered “Oh, Jensen, I love you too. I’m going to miss you too, but we will be together soon.”

The two of you laid in each other’s arms talking about the wedding and other things until you were both drifting off to sleep. As Jensen started to fall asleep he pulled you closer, kissed your head and told you he loved you. As you started to fall asleep you snuggled into his chest and whispered I love you too. Then both of you fell into a blissful sleep.

The sound of the alarm woke you up and Jensen groaned. He leaned over and turned off the alarm then pulled you back close to him. You sighed and hugged him tight. “Babe, we’ve got to get up. You have to be at the airport early.” You said as he pulled you tighter. “I know. It’s just so hard to leave you.” He groaned. He kissed your forehead gently and slowly got out of bed.

Jensen took a quick shower and you went downstairs to make him a coffee to go. He walked into the kitchen, hair still damp and messy and inhaled deeply. “Mmm coffee” he said. You smiled and handed him a cup. “I made you a cup to go too. Do you have everything you need for the flight” you asked. “Yeah, I’ve got my headphones, sunglasses and hat. My hoodie is in the closet but I’ll grab it” Jensen said as he walked over towards the hall closet.

His phone went off indicating it was time to leave. Your heart grew sad as you both walked to the door. You grabbed your purse and helped him grab his stuff. Jensen put his bag in the back and climbed in the driver’s seat. You hopped in the passenger seat. As Jensen pulled out of the driveway he took your hand in his. Interlocking your fingers and he placed a soft kiss on your hand.

Jensen knew you were sad, hell so was he. This was the first project he’d done since the two of you got together. Leaving was always hard on him and you knew it. You did your best to keep the tears back. The last thing you wanted to do was make it harder on him. A single tear slipped out and you quickly wiped it away. Hoping he didn’t see it.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart.” Jensen offered a soft smile. “I know babe, I’m just going to miss you so much” you stifled a sob. You tried to occupy your time with wedding talk. Jensen really wanted a huge chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. You laughed and told him the wedding cake was already ordered and it was going to be a surprise. He gave you a little pout and it made you smile. He didn’t know you ordered a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting for the cake a few weeks ago. The baker thought it was a weird request for a wedding cake but she had some ideas for it and you told her she had creative control.

Jensen pulled up to the airport and parked. You helped him get his bags and the two of you walked in. He did an early check in on his phone so he was able to head straight to security. You couldn’t go through without a ticket so you two had to say your goodbyes there. He pulled you close and held you tight. He kissed your head and you lost it. Sobs muffled by his chest as tears soaked his shirt. He rubbed your back trying to console you. “I know baby. I’ll be home before you know it and we’re going to be married. Just focus on that. I love you, Y/N” You leaned back and took a breath. Jensen wiped the tears from your face and kissed your lips. “I love you, Jensen. I’ll put all my focus on the wedding and I’ll keep my phone near me. You FaceTime me whenever you can. I don’t care if you’ve wrapped for the day and it’s super late. You call me so I can at least hear your voice or see you.” You said holding him tight. “I promise baby. I’ll try to text or call on breaks and let you know how it’s going.” He kissed you deeply and said he had to go. You kissed him again and let him go.

You stood there watching as he went through security and headed towards his gate. He stopped and blew you a kiss and waved. You sat on a nearby chair and cried. You knew this day was going to come but damn did it hurt. You should be going with him. If you didn’t have a wedding to plan you would be by his side.

An older woman came over and sat beside you and asked if you were okay. You told her yes and thank you. You explained your fiancé had just left for work and would be gone up until the wedding. She offered you a hug and told you everything would be okay. You smiled softly and told her you had to go.

Jensen texted you and told you he loved you and the plane was getting ready to leave. He said he’d text when he could. You told him you loved him and to have a safe flight. Once in the car you headed towards the house.

Walking in the door you were greeted by silence. You sat on the couch and sighed. Pulling out your wedding planning notebook you decided to occupy your time. You looked at your checklist and realized most of the things were done. You texted Gen and asked if she was available to go dress shopping with you today. She said once she got the kids to school she was open all day. You two decided to meet at the bridal shop at 10am.

You went upstairs to shower and could still smell Jensen’s shampoo and cologne. You laid on the bed for a minute on his side breathing in his scent. You had no idea how you were going to make it through but hopefully wedding planning would be a wonderful distraction.

About 30 minutes later you were showered and dressed. You walked downstairs and turned on the tv just for noise. You couldn’t stand how quiet it was in the house. The house was usually filled with the sounds of the kids, Jensen singing or the laughter you two share. You looked at your phone and noticed you had a ton of notifications. Opening Instagram you saw Jensen made a post. You smiled looking at his photo. He took a picture of himself on the plane and you noticed there was a second picture. You swiped and saw a picture of you with his kids. You didn’t know he took it. The four of you were hanging out on the floor and his son was in your lap. That’s when you read the caption. “Heading out to an important meeting. I’m missing these four like crazy already. To my love, I can’t wait to come home and marry you. I love you Y/N.” You smiled and found your heart was a little more at peace.

You read the comments and most of them were very sweet and supportive. You ignored the ugly ones. You decided to reply and said: I love you too, Jens. I can’t wait to marry you as soon as you get back. I’ll be the one at the end of the aisle surrounded by our children. 😘💜💙. You made your way to the kitchen for a quick snack before you had to leave to meet Gen. You were so excited to pick out your dress and she was the perfect person to go with you.

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[cdragons]

"Strawberry Cream Frosting" - Next Gen Eternals AU

Summary: Ikaris and Sephia's son fell in love with Thena and Gilgamesh's daughter. Chaos ensues.

Warning(s): Fluff, accidental love-bombing, Thena and Gil being the best adoptive parents EVER, Mara can't process emotions for shit

Author's Note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ONE AND ALL! I hope everyone had a wonderful day reading a bunch of fics and looking at fan edits!

When Mara opened the front door, she had her baseball bat ready and was prepared to give whatever fucking dumb solicitor was on the doorstep, ringing the doorbell for the tenth time on a Saturday morning.

She wasn’t expecting…whatever the hell this was.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

It was a giant box that looked about four cubic feet big and was wrapped in shiny red wrapping paper, pink ribbons, and glitter. On the top was a little sign stating, ‘Bee my Valentine?’ with a little crochet bee keychain attached.

Mara just stood under Gil- her parents’ doorway for thirty seconds. She didn’t say anything. She just blinked at the giant package- until she blurted out the first coherent enough thought in her mind.

“What the fuck?”

A head popped from behind the…thing, and suddenly, it all made sense.

Laurie. And from how insane his hair looked, he decided it was a good idea to fly from Scotland to Ka’ena Point, Oahu.  

“Happy First Valentine’s Day!” he exclaimed before shaking the box for emphasis. As if she couldn’t notice how fucking gargantuan it was from just staring at it.

“…Laurie, what the hell am I looking at?” Mara asked. She pointed at it. “Is Arthur in there with a confetti cannon?”

Laurie furrowed his brow in confusion. “What? Oh! No, I know it’s a little big. But it’s your first Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to do something nice be–”

“What the hell is ‘Valentine’s Day’?” Mara interrupted. “Is it like a food day or something?”

“You don’t know what Valentine’s Day is?” he gaped.

She shook her head. “No…what’s the big deal? Is it like that Christmas thing I went to with the small boxes under the tree?”

The mega-watt smile Laurie flashed to her made Mara slightly worried. Despite how predictable he was, Mara could never get a good read on the guy. He wasn’t dangerous- that much was obvious. But whenever he and Mara were in the same room, he would act like he was glued to her hip. It didn’t help that Uri and Arthur immediately clicked on their first meeting.

And it really didn’t help when she shoved a shotgun in his face before his dad with the pew-pew eyes slammed her against the ground by her neck.

“Don’t make that face,” she ordered. “I don’t like that face.”

But Laurie wasn’t listening. He was jumping on the balls of his feet in excitement. “I have to teach you about it! It’ll be lots of fun, I promise! We can do a bunch of stuff! Wait, just let me–”

Mara moved to the side to let him in. “Oh, yeah. Just–”

He set the heavily decorated box on the ground before asking if he could use the bathroom. She pointed it down the hall. When he was out of sight, Mara tried to lift the box to see how heavy it was, and- holy shit, it must have been over thirty pounds.

How the fuck did that tall-ass twig carry this?

She felt a different heat presence behind her- whipping her head, she calmed down when she realized it was only Gil.

“My dad, everyone,” Mara thought wryly while wearing. “The powerhouse of strength in the Eternals, wearing a ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron.”

“Why was Laurie at the door? And what’s in that box?” he asked while holding his famous quiche in a hot cast-iron pan without gloves.

Mara just shrugged. “Hell, if I know. He said it was for Valentine’s Day or something like that.”

“Ohhhh,” Gil smiled. “For Valentine’s Day? And that big box is all for you? That’s Sephie’s kid for you all right.”

“What’s Sephie’s kid?” came a new voice.

Turning her head, Mara watched Thena walk down the stairs carrying Uri on her hip. It still baffled her to witness how the ancient goddess never had a bad case of bedhead the entire time she and her brother lived with her and Gil.

Gil answered. “Laurie came to visit, giving a certain someone a gift for Valentine’s Day.”

Mara’s dad wiggled his eyebrows at his daughter before setting the quiche down on the table while she rolled her eyes at what he was implying.

Uri looked at his sister and then Thena before tugging on his mom's sleeve.

“What’s Valentine’s Day?” he signed.

Smiling at her sunshine son, Thena explained. “It’s a day humans made to celebrate love. You spend it with friends and the people you love. When you love someone very much, you ask them to be your ‘Valentine.’”

She bopped his nose with a finger and softly laughed from hearing his contagious giggles. Mara smiled, too. Uri’s happiness was infectious. His smile alone was her reason for fighting and running as long as she had. She’d do anything to ensure he was safe, which made her happy to know it paid off.

He signed another question. “If my Valentine has to be someone I love lots, does that mean you, Mara, and Daddy will be my Valentine? Or can I only pick one?”

Mara replied as she reached out to hold him. “You can have as many valentines as you want, Uri. No need to ration out the love.”

She pressed a kiss on his chubby cheek. Peace washed over her when he pressed a loud kiss on hers before wrapping his arms around her neck to hug his sister. Uri was the sunniest sunshine summer child to be born. He radiated comfort with his entire being. There was more love and warmth in his toothy grin than…anything. He was her whole world, and she was his. That was enough.

Laurie walked back into view. “Hey, Uri! How’ve you been?”

Uri smiled wide before wildly clapping. He loved Laurie and his family. He mostly loves Ari, Laurie’s baby brother, who became Uri’s best friend after two minutes of meeting him.

She still remembers how Thena decked their dad after he asked if Uri gave his son any drugs after seeing them spin in circles in the dirt. Mara laughed so hard that tears came pouring out of her eyes.

Laurie put his hand to cover his mouth and loudly whispered in Uri’s ear. “Do you think I can take your sister out today? I want to teach her about Valentine’s Day.”

This distressed Uri as he scrunched his face while clinging tighter to Mara. He adapted wonderfully when Thena and Gil took them in, but he hated being separated from his sister for any period. The first day of her new school was a complete shit show because he cried while she was gone.

“But, I promise that I will bring her back shortly. We’ll even bring you souvenirs!”

Uri looked at her in confusion.

“Presents,” she clarified. “I’ll still be your Valentine, and we can go out and look for some pretty shells tomorrow, okay? You can show them to all your fishy friends.”

Although he liked the idea of presents and spending all of tomorrow with his favorite person in the whole world, Uri still didn’t want Mara to go- at least not without him.

“Why don’t we eat breakfast first? Laurie, can you help Uri get ready? I need to make sure Gil doesn’t dose his coffee with any booze.” She handed her brother to her…friend before going to the kitchen.

Gil had a big fucking smirk on his face when she walked in.

Mara snarled as she grabbed the apron he and Thena made for her as a new home present. “Not a fucking word. I don’t want to hear it. By the way, do we have any cinnamon rolls left in the freezer?”

He only smiled wider. “I wasn’t going to say anything. And we do. Why do you ask?”

Taking the leftover rolls, she preheated the oven. She then grabbed some oranges from the basket on the floor. Slicing them in half before setting the sieve over the plastic pitcher, and taking one half of an orange over the sieve. Taking a deep breath, Mara centered herself.

“Karla,” the name echoed in her mind as the soul covered her hand, and Mara squeezed the orange until the pulp was dry.

She took the rinds and absorbed the remaining qi inside it as a tribute of thanks for her friend’s help. Karla was the youngest and wasn’t called on as much as her other sisters, so Mara wanted to include her in something. The warmth on her skin when she returned to her ink-painted nest was a sign she appreciated the gesture.

Thena walked in and stood behind you. “You should go with Laurie.”

“Why?” she groaned out. “I don’t feel like it.”

The oven dinged once adequately preheated, and Mara plopped the rolls on the rack. She grabbed a metal mixing bowl and all the ingredients to make the cream cheese frosting- including some crushed-up freeze-dried strawberry slices. After measuring them and placing them in the bowl, she started to stir.

“You need more friends,” the two ancient beings spoke in unison.

Thena pressed a kiss on her daughter's head. “You don’t talk to anyone at school. And you can’t spend all your free time surfing, at the shop, playing with Uri, and studying.”

Gil pulled in for a giant bear hug. “Hey, no pressure. But you have to admit, it’ll be a nice change to have someone spoil you for once. And with a tall, pretty boy, too.”

Mara glared at her adoptive dad as he moved past her to get to the bathroom. She tried to fight down the red blush blooming on her cheeks. But she only continued to stir the bowl until it became thick and made the color she wanted.

“I get spoiled enough by the two of you as is,” she grumbled. “And also–”

Laurie and Uri, coming into the kitchen, cut Mara off. “We’re here! And I made sure Uri brushed his teeth and flossed. And – woah, Mara! Why is your face so red? Are you sick?”

He put down Uri and raced to her side. He put his hand on her forehead to take her temperature and used his other one to touch his for comparison. He was so close that she could smell the wind on his skin and the mint toothpaste on his breath. Mara stared at his face- how were his eyelashes so long? And why were his eyes so blue? She felt her face heat up even more and cleared her throat before turning her head.

“It’s nothing,” she croaked. “Can you…can you help Thena set the table? The plates and cups are in the overhead cabinets, and the utensils are in the drawers.”

Laurie moved to grab everything to help set up the table on the outside deck. Mara watched as Thena cupped his face with a warm smile and told him how tall and strong he was becoming. Gil returned and ruffled his air before asking if he was still set on becoming a doctor with how much his muscles had grown. Uri tugged on his sleeve to ask if Ari had missed him as much as he missed him.

This was the part of Laurie that Mara could never figure out how he fit in perfectly and seamlessly without issue or error in any situation. She could analyze and pinpoint a person’s position and physical weaknesses with her abilities without blinking. Every living thing had a heat signature that she could exploit.

But with Laurie…she didn’t want to do that to him. It was like his weaknesses only made him more appealing to others. Ever since the girl first met him, he would follow her around like a puppy desperate for attention from its owner. It bugged her for months. And if she were being honest, it still did after a year of knowing him.

Mara couldn’t really explain it. But it was like...his warmth was inherent- it came from a softer place where only goodness existed. It was less of a raging inferno like her own and more like a gentle campfire. If Mara was a snake, then Laurie was a bunny. A bunny nearly six-foot-tall with clear blue eyes and light freckles–

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

The oven’s timer went off- breaking her out of the analogy and into reality. She took the rolls out using an oven glove and placed them on a cooling stone.

“Are those cinnamon rolls?”

Mara looked over her shoulder, and Laurie was crouching right behind her. His chin was practically on her shoulder.

She nodded. “You like them, right? You said your mom made them for you for breakfast on your…um…what’d you call it?”

He was giddy with glee. “My birthday! I told you that at Christmas! We were all at Brympton d'Evercy to celebrate Sersi’s and Dane’s engagement! I can’t believe you remembered that!”

Mara supposed the way he smiled was…sort of cute… nowhere near as blindly adorable as Uri’s, but attractive enough.

“Yeah…well, you did fly to give me that…thing. And you're even teaching me about this Valentine’s Day stuff. So, I thought…this could be my present to you.”

If Mara was facing Laurie, she would have seen the softest look of love and adoration grace an adolescent boy’s face in the history of humanity. Laurie loved Mara Drake so much. His dad said he was too young for dating- let alone love, but he knew they were destined for forever.

He wanted to kiss her so badly. But he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be pinned down like how he was when they first met.

Mara scraped the little dried spot on the kitchen island. She so did not like feeling as stupid as she did right now. But…she had a gut feeling Laurie was worth it.

“Um…I crushed some dry strawberry things and added them to the frosting. It turned pink, and I thought that was okay since I saw pink on the box and thought–”

“Cinnamon rolls are my favorite, and I love strawberries,” he whispered. “And pink…pink’s my favorite color after blue. It reminds me of my mom.”

“And if you have time, we can…go find some good spots for sea-shell hunting. Uri can take forever, and it’ll save me some time. I know it’s kind of shitty- especially because you’re doing this whole thing.”

“I love you.”

Mara choked on her own spit and turned her head in shock. Her eyes were bulging out of your head.

What- what did he say?

“What?” her voice cracked.

Now, it was Laurie’s time to turn red. Did he really just say that? And with Gil and Thena literally less than twenty feet away? Was he trying to get the love of his life to hate him forever? Oh fuck, he needed to backtrack.

“IT! I meant to say, ‘I love IT!’ I’d love to help you find seashells! I could even bring some for Ari and Aggie! Actually – they made some Valentine's gifts for you and your brother, too! Ari made this really cool card for Uri. He summoned a bunch of turquoise and made this cool heart! So, um…thanks.”

His voice cracked as he stammered to save himself before awkwardly pausing to express gratitude.

An awkward silence echoed as the awkward future couple mutually decided that their feet were the room's most exciting part.

And the dads decided to make it even worse.

“MARA! IKARIS TOLD ME TO TELL YOU TO MAKE SURE THAT LAURIE’S VIRGINITY BETTER BE INTACT WHEN HE COMES HOME!”

Mara was caught so off-guard that she dropped the spatula in her hand. The pink frosting splattered all over the floor and would be a bitch to clean up.

Fucking-

“TELL HIM TO EAT A DICK AND FUCK OFF!” she yelled back as Laurie buried his face in his hands.

He really hoped Aggie had more luck not humiliating herself with Hamish the way he had with Mara.

Somewhere in Scotland, a little Ari sat on the couch with his mommy as she stroked his daddy’s hair. His daddy was lying in his mommy’s lap.

“Mama? Why is Da crying?” he innocently asked.

You only smiled. “Karma.”

At the same time, in the Amazon, a young girl was planning her and her forever love’s future wedding when she suddenly stood up and looked in the distance. Her future husband asked whatever was bothering his little lady love.

The young girl only sighed while shaking her head. “The idiot fucked up.”

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[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/24/2024) Episode: Preparing to Party

Noemi and Luigi hoped to turn their difficult day around with a party in Del Sol, but first they needed to make a quick trip out to The Ridge.

Their first stop was to Grandpa Gilbert, who had agreed to take Skye overnight so the couple didn’t have to rush back to relieve a sitter.

Noemi gave her dad a big hug “Thanks so much for having him.” she began “I do have to warn you though, he’s been a bit aggressive lately. He kicked Luigi’s grandfather at the market earlier today when he tried to give him a hug.” Gilbert gave his grandson a shocked look, but then smiled.

“Skye and I are old pals; I’m sure we’ll be fine. Even if he does get wild, it won’t be my first rodeo.“ he gave her a wink. “I have my ways.”

Nearby Luigi was doing his part to make sure Grandpa Gilbert had nothing to worry about. “Your grandfather is being very kind to give you a sleepover tonight” he began “If Mommy and I hear that you were mean to him or anyone else you’ll be in big trouble when we get back. Do you understand?”

Skye’s face fell at his father’s harsh words. He loved his gramps; he wasn’t anything like that scary see through sim who kept changing colors or those stupid babies who tried to take his toys and ruin his stuff! He wanted more of his daddy’s attention, but not like this.

Of course, Skye had neither the vocabulary or the presence of mind to articulate any of that, so he simply nodded. Satisfied, Luigi said a quick hello to his father-in-law while Noemi kissed her baby goodbye.

Their next stop was just up the way in Galloping Gulch for a quick check-in with Amaya and Miguel. They’d agreed to keep Roach at the ranch another night rather than have him go home to an empty house on the island, but Noemi still wanted to make a quick detour to see her “fur baby”.

“Mister Roach is the sweetest.” Amaya told her “If you really missed him so much, I’d gladly trade places with you tonight. Hobnobbing with celebrities in the valley sounds like a grand ol’ time!” Her excitedly waggling eyebrows drew a chuckle from her friend.

“While I’m sure you’d have more fun than I’m going to, I promised “Hot Stuff” I’d be his arm candy for the evening.” Noemi replied. “I’ll tell you all about it when I come back to get this handsome fellow tomorrow.” Her husband, who’d overheard the whole thing, recalled how Amaya had thrown herself at Orange during their visit to his mansion in the hills and thanked the watcher that his bride was much more restrained around famous sims.

Back at home it was finally time to spin into their formal wear. “Man, I love getting all dressed up” Luigi said as he stood admiring himself in the mirror “Always have. I considered making my “professional style” constant over the top formal wear, but it didn’t feel like the right look for a pro gamer.”

Noemi shrugged “I know your image is important to you, but if you like dressing fancy then you should do that more often! I know you struggled with aging up, but you’ve come to terms with that, and sims often dress more formally as they get older. Plus, with any luck, soon you’ll be a Starlight award winner and a videogame mogul. It could be time to change up your look again?” Perhaps to something more age appropriate… she finished silently.

“Hmmmm” Luigi replied, taking another long look in the mirror “You may have a point there. Well anyway, let’s go; my category is up first thing, so we don’t want to be late!” Turning, they headed out the door towards the teleporter hand in hand, excited to see what the evening would bring.

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[torturedfolkloredepartment]

Hey Elwood, I'm just asking if you have any series or movie recommendations. The recent things I've enjoyed have either ended or I'm not into them anymore, and since you know a lot of fandoms. I was wondering if you want to ramble about any of your favourites.

Omg hiii! Im so glad you asked! I love this question and thank you so much for asking! Im happy you came to me for this question! So above you can see most of my fandoms but i’ve been in fandoms for a long time so let’s talk about a few of my favorites!

(they will include where they are streaming but if you don’t have the streaming service then im sure you can find them somewhere else)

starting with the ones on Netflix!

band of brothers and the pacific (you can also find these on HBOmax with the two other series Gen kill and master of air but I don’t necessarily like those) you can find these two tho on Netflix if you’re big into history these are some of the best reenactment shows i’ve seen! Plus they are mini series so 9-10 episodes a peice.

next is transformers. Now you this one tricky because these movies will be off Netflix soon leaving the 31 of December so watch these when or if you can, alot of people don’t necessarily like these movies (the micheal bay ones) but they are my personal favorites.

Next is kaleidoscope, this series was fun to watch it’s another mini series and it’s a heist type show, but the only thing is the episode are named after colors and Netflix will give you an order to watch them in no matter the order of the episodes it’ll kinda tell you what happened leading up to heist, only rule DONT WATCH EPISODE WHITE FIRST.

next is yellowjackets, this show is absolutely amazing/insane season 1 is the only season on Netflix currently but there is a season 2 the show is about a a girl soccer group who plane crashed in the woods and there time there for about almost a year before getting rescued. It shows what happens during their time there and years after getting rescued (there’s a teen and adult story line of the girls as well) and it’s so interesting I would highly recommend this one. (You can also find this on sling or parmout for free)

next is Psycho, one of my favorite older horror movies of all time, it starts Anthony Perkins and one of the better movies for the time, it came out in 1960 (there have been remakes and a show but I don’t recommend those ) there are also 3 other movies after this one starting Perkins so I would recommend those to! (So the first 2 psych movies are on Netflix but will be leaving the 31 of this month)

next is peacock

yellowstone. This is by fair one of my favorite series it recently just ended but don’t worry it has alot of spin offs as well(you can also find this series on sling for free) , it’s got 5 seasons and the acting and storylines are amazing! Now i will warn you there is a r*pe secen somewhere in season 2 or 3 I can’t remember exactly so becarful with that. But the show is still really good and so are the spinoffs.

(you can also find these spinoffs/ yellowstone on paramount plus)

next is amazon prime

First is fallout for a game to show adaptation it’s so good and im begging season 2 to come out sooner, it has Ella purnell in it it’s a great introduction into fallout and it’s just all around a great show, the effects and acting chefs kiss and it recently won an award as well!

next is Daisy jones and the six it’s a book to show adaptation and it’s also a mini series if you like stuff like fleetwood mac and 60’s -70’s vibes you will definitely enjoy this. Plus the book/show is heavily kinda based around fleetwood mac. And Elivis Granddaughter also plays the lead female character Daisy.

So you might have to pay for this next one sadly or have a premium subscription to sling butt(im also sure you can find it somewhere else without having to pay for it)

The Blues brothers! Starting Dan Ackroyd and john beluish! This movie is so great and just makes me so freaking happy, it’s funny, it’s got great music in it and the acting?? Chefs kiss. I would’nt recommend the second one though.

(so this next one is by itself cause it has two streaming services that you can find on them for free )

Hannibal(the TV series, you can find it on pluto TV and Sling TV for free) it has 3 seasons but the cinematography, acting, storylines , characters are just a masterpiece that it leaves you wanting more literally. (here’s an overview :Gifted criminal profiler Will Graham has a unique way of thinking that allows him to empathize with anyone, including psychopaths. But while helping the FBI pursue a particularly complicated serial killer, he decides he could use some help and enlists the brilliant psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter. The two form a partnership and it seems that there is no villain they can't catch together, but Lecter harbors a dark secret. His own brilliant mind has gone to the dark side and he has more in common with the criminals they hunt than Will could possibly imagine)

Disney plus

so the first show is Darkside of the ring, this is another history based show but it’s about wrestling and the dark side of it and each episode is about different wrestlers/ their families telling their stories. It’s so interesting

(One thing that got me into this was another Recommend movie called “The IronClaw “you can find this movie on HBOmax it’s about the real life wrestling story of the Von Erich family and the sad story behind the. TW for S*cide , Alcohol, and mental health for this movie and show above it)

Next is The entire X-men movie series, i grew up with them and they genuinely really make me happy. (I don’t like the dark phoenix though😭)

Apple TV

SNL. Now we all Know of SNL but I would recommend the first couple of seasons! The early seasons are the best in my opinion (you may have to buy them or again you could find it somewhere else) but definitely recommend, this show helps calm my anxiety when it’s really bad.

[shinyhappysims]

Hello friends, an announcement! ✨

If you’re wondering why I’ve been a little radio silent recently, it’s because I’m starting law school next month! (well actually just elective courses, I don’t start the real nitty gritty stuff until August) My queue usually stays pretty stocked bc i don’t work on Sundays and Mondays and I would sit and play for like 4 hours straight on those days 💀 but I probably definitely won’t have free time like that anymore.

Don’t worry! I have a lot of posts left. I think we’re good well into May actually, because I really wanted to set up the next gen before I have to not touch this game for a while. I also have free time the rest of this month, so I can keep writing new posts until I start classes. Whenever the queue eventually runs dry I cannot promise you when I’ll be back. I'm not going to be gone for months but updates definitely won’t be daily anymore.

I will still be active on tumblr ofc, so reach out to me at anytime! Posts will be back on schedule tomorrow, and thank you all so much for the following the shenanigans of my pixel people!

-Kwanjai 🍯🩵

[phighting-bean-husbandry]

🎉 🐟 anon once more!! AND I RETURN WITH RESULTS!! The mystery bean is definitely a Frankenhammer of some kind? Pretty sure anyhow!! But instead of a bright green he’s a more of a dull olive-ish green, so I ended up missing it until I crouched next to the guy to take a closer look. He looks pretty dirty and has some scrapes on him but still has a ton of energy!! ..my left shoe can testify to that, he stole it and is currently chewing on it and giving me a smug look.

But I’m a little concerned- it’s thunderstorming *heavily* in my area right now and even though the lil dude seems to like it, I’m worried he’s gonna get swept away by the rain. And the fact that he has scratches concerns me too, especially combined with the dirt on him. I don’t wanna just leave him here, but I’ve never properly “owned” a bean before?? A couple of my friends have beans but I haven’t looked into this stuff myself, do you have any tips or advice??

(OOC now but OOOO FROSTBRAND LORE!! That’s gonna be so sick,, /vpos. And I apologize if I’m sending too many asks, this is my first time interacting with a roleplay/worldbuilding blog and I’m quite excited! But if it’s getting too much I will hold off until later /gen)

Well, considering it's your first time caring for a bean you're gonna want to set up some basic things. The bean will need food, water, and some place to sleep in your house for the time being. Beans can eat just about anything an inphernal can but often have preferred diets. If you have any meat products, see if you could give some small pieces to Frankenhammer (raw doesn't matter, Frankens can eat raw meat fine). Get a bowl or cup and fill it with water, or let Franken drink straight from the sink. Finally, you can use blankets and pillows to make a temporary nest.

You'll also want to clean Frankenhammer. I'd recommend lukewarm water applied via a towel--be careful around the stitches. Check to make sure he's not too banged up and see if you could patch up any wounds. Once that's all done, the fella will probably adjust fine.

I don't know if you're planning on keeping this Frankenhammer once the storm's done, so here's some starting tips for what basically amounts to emergency housing for a bean.

// Lore indeed... also no need to apologize! It's certainly not too much, but the next ask will be answered tomorrow since I'm abt to go bed lmao

[solitaireships]

Rot Day

So one of the people at my internship talked about having what she called rot days where she just sits in bed all day and watches movies/tv, reads, and plays video games and since hearing about that that has become my greatest unattainable fantasy. Since I can't have that, I'll let Thalia and Cleo have that together. Note that this was all written in like 24 hours on a whim and I didn't edit it, so there might be some typos in there!

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 989

Divider by emeraldurafreak

“Good morning, Thalia!” 

The cheerful voice of Cleo is startling in the early morning, partially because it’s unusual. As Thalia mumbles, still half asleep in bed, she looks up to see her girlfriend looking far more awake than she usually does at eight in the morning. She’s always exhausted in the morning, practically having to be dragged out of bed by Thalia, but right now she’s looking awake and alert, Sebastian the rat perched on her shoulder looking just as awake. Bundled in Cleo’s arms is Thalia’s laptop, Nintendo Switch, and a couple of trade paperbacks.

“Morning?” Thalia says, more question than a statement as she sits up in bed, eyes blinking to adjust to the newly bright room. “What are you doing so… awake this early?”

“I had an idea for something fun to do today,” Cleo says, as if that explains everything.

“Could I get a clue?” Thalia asks. 

Cleo sits down on the edge of the bed. She sets each of the assorted items in her arms down on the bed, spreading them out in front of Thalia. “We’re going to do a rot day.”

“Cleo, baby, that does not help me understand what you’re talking about.”

“Okay.” Cleo fully climbs into bed now, pulling the white and teal quilt onto her lap as she settles next to Thalia. “The idea is that we just sit here and do nothing. Well, not nothing, but the fun kind of nothing. Watch movies, play games, you can do some reading and writing and that kind of thing. It will be a good time for you to get to relax.”

Thalia can’t help but give a small smile at Cleo being thoughtful enough to suggest something like this. She knows that it’s easy for her to get lost in the bustle of life. Thalia always likes having something to do, always likes to be working and feeling like she’s doing something that helps others. 

But her work is exhausting. She loves being a counselor, but empathy fatigue is something that she’s been dealing with more and more. And despite that, it’s hard for her to take a break. Thalia can’t blame that on her work, though, that’s instead the result of some long running anxiety issues that she’s never addressed, always preferring to talk about others’ feelings and problems than her own. Self-care has never been a strong suit of hers, and as tempting as a day of just staying in bed doing nothing sounds, even her half awake brain searches for reasons not to do it.

“I don’t know if I should be taking a day off like this,” Thalia says. She reaches over to get her glasses from the nightstand, putting them on. 

“Why not?” Cleo questions, head tilting to the side. “You’re already not working today, it’s Saturday.”

“Just because I’m not at work doesn’t mean I don’t have things to do.”

“And are any of them ones you need to do right away?”

They aren’t, but Thalia doesn’t want to say that. “Well, even beyond that, literally staying in bed all day isn’t possible. We’d have to get up to, like, make dinner and stuff. And I need to get coffee in a bit or my head is gonna feel like it’s about to explode.”

“Oh, don’t worry about the coffee, I already got it started for you,” Cleo promises. “Rot day can start after you get your coffee. And we can always order food and I can ask Sebastian and the other rats to bring it to us.”

“I don’t want rats handling our food.”

Sebastian makes a noise that can only be described as sounding offended, hopping down from Cleo’s shoulder to Thalia’s lap. He looks up at her with his big black eyes, and it’s hard to resist him when he’s so obnoxiously adorable with his little backpack strapped to him. 

Thalia reaches down to pet him, her fingers tracing against his soft fur. “I’m sorry, buddy, I didn’t mean to insult you.”

Sebastian responds with a chattering noise, rubbing his head against her hand in a way she assumes means he accepts her apology. 

“But I still don’t know if we should have this… rot day thing. Rotting’s not exactly a good thing that people should want to be doing,” Thalia objects.

“We can come up with a new name,” Cleo promises. 

“Cleo.”

“What? What if I wanted you to stay in bed with me all day?” Cleo asks. “I’m tired. I want my girlfriend to stay with me and keep me company.”

Thalia knows exactly what she’s doing. Cleo knows that Thalia doesn’t like doing things for herself, but she does like doing them for other people. And while Thalia knows that this is just her saying something to try to convince her to take a break, she can’t force herself to say no to something that would make Cleo happy. 

Thalia can never resist Cleo. And, if she were more honest with herself, she could admit that staying in bed with her all day sounds like a dream come true. It’s been a long time since she’s done anything fun, anything just for herself. She’s always too exhausted to do anything but mindlessly scroll through social media, only half paying attention to anything she’s watched. 

But this could be a good thing for her. A chance to reset, and to enjoy some time with her girlfriend.

“Okay,” Thalia relents.

“Okay?” Cleo repeats, a smile on her face as she leans closer to Thalia.

“But we’re not going to order food for the rats to bring to us. We can put a pause on the rotting to go get stuff,” Thalia says. 

Cleo presses a quick kiss to Thalia’s cheek. “Okay. Thank you, pretty girl.”

Thalia “hmm”s in response. But as she settles into bed, she thinks that a day off like this may be just what she needs.

[kasey-writes-stuff]

yesssss i want to know who they are

Okay so…

I have three main ones then a mini one-

Mini one is my friend Sam I just I feel safe with her and I’ve known her the longest out of the four of these and I just I feel like she’d be great to be tked by but also I’d love to be able to repay the favor I think she’d be so teasy but also so sweet and could be soft but also if I asked be really playful and even really mean and I really like that a lot and I also feel like hugging her would be one of the best things ever and I also feel like she’d be so understanding when cuddling since I’ve never cuddled anyone before (I would still be so worried but ahh)

Okay next is my friend Shy he also makes me feel very safe and cared for and he’s so sweet but can also be really teasy and he will be meaner if you ask and I like that I really like when lers like truly listen to their lees and he’s just literally the sweetest ever and I appreciate him so much like he’s a very boundary forward ler and it makes me happy because when I ler or usually even when I tease someone new I immediately ask for boundaries first and so it’s nice to have someone else like that as well

The next is my friend Crow he’s one of my most recent friends but he’s already so special to me not just for tks but because he lets me ramble about wrestling to them and they’ve actually watched wrestling stuff I’ve sent them and I just okay he’s really tall so he could probably easily pick me up and just hold me and tk me but I’ve also practically made them speechless in VC before just by typing so the idea of making him speechless irl is so cute to me also he’s just super ticklish

The last but def def def not least /gen is my friend Leo this dude gives me so much cuteness aggression I can’t bro like I just want to hug him so tightly and I feel like it would be one of the best hugs ever and I don’t know just with him I think he’d be so kind and understanding of whatever happens (when cuddling for the first time) and just so nice and caring (although I’d still be so worried I can’t help it) and then well also he’d definitely be a little menace and tk me but make it seem like he didn’t or like it was accidental even tho it’s def not but then also he’s super ticklish so I could easily get him back and he’s got the cutest giggles

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Giving my argument as to why this is not the G4 you think they’re connected to. (Moving the next two up)

For starters, this is in no way an Indictment on Generation 5. I’ve been enjoying it and am looking forward to more episodes. But if there is one flaw is that it’s being sold as a continuation of Generation 4. The problem is as the show keeps going on, the more it doesn’t make a lot of sense. Even with the movie basically showing the original Mane Six has things making you question how things go.

Magic is gone, yet the weather acts on its own, nobody is controlling the sun or moon, hybrid animals that Generation 4 established to be magically made still exist, cutie marks happen like usual, and so on. And after the movie, outside IDW because it's IDW, the only references to the past are Nightmare Night, Nightmare Moon, Twilight Sparkle and Spike, who conveniently doesn’t remember much of the past. Why is that?

For writing purposes, you’re creating a brand new series. You would want to bring in your own ideas into the mix and sometimes that contradicts the previous. It's not a problem when it's a unique take, but to be a supposed continuation means any changes you make will definitely be put to question because you are continuing the original. Of course, there could be another reason.

At PonyCon Holland, Gillian Berrow (Showrunner of Generation 5) said that Discovery still owns part of Generation 4. So any references to that means paying Discovery for the usage of Friendship is Magic stuff. At least when it comes to the ponies. That means you will most likely not see Twilight or the others again. And it also explains why Spike looks so different from the Dragons of the past.

So what does this mean for Generation 5 and its connection to Generation 4? Basically, it's an alternate universe. One where certain events did or did not happen. All the contradictions can be explained with that. And that would also give the G5 writers the freedom to do their stories without having to worry about continuity. It's exactly how I’m doing GLAB while trying to stay as close to the original canon as I can.

By now if you enjoy Generation 5 you probably already don’t care about the connection to the past. But if you are a Gen 4 lover who doesn’t like Gen 5 because of that, just think of it as an alternate world. Or you think the Manga is canon and Discord created Pony Life which eventually led to Generation 5. Whichever one best suits your beliefs.