#im crazy I’m insane I’m wacky

[starsillys]

Guys I’m going crazy a bit more unhinged self indulgent stuffs (slash silly slash p) don’t mind the edit I forgot to add another image loll

Also thank you tumbler for understand ing the brainrott obsession with this DUBIOUS little creature I always kick my feet and giggle whenever I get an interaction with you guys from tags or comments or asks it’s just RRWUAGGHH 💥💥HEHEEE

[hylaversicolor]

“a name means nothing on the battlefield. after a week no one has a name.” / “you’re not a snake, and i’m not an ocelot. we’re men, with names.”

[diluc33rpm]

1/3 Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you?

this is inaccurate no one perceives me

[beweepbomp]

I NEEDED TO URGENTLY VENT BECAUSE IDK WAHT ELSE TO DO.

A lil background. I knew my sexuality as like early as 12. I had two gfs but never anything physical. Now as adult trying to venture out to physical things with another woman. This person we will refer to as Lizzy, from the convos we had never was with a woman in any manner ever but interested to try with me. Okay now this is the insane shit i went thru. enjoy.

Lizzy matched on tinder with me and she asked after some great chit chatting to exchange #'s. Sounds great what could go wrong. After several back n forth spicy texts of what we want to do finally we say hey we should definitely meet up. A few days pass by to finally our meet up date. Science. Ghosted. Okay no biggie. 19 DAYS LATER “Hi i got busy how are you?” I brush it off things do happen and I’m trying to be reasonable. I reply with a hello. No reply again. 40 DAYS LATER “How are you?” At this point I roll my eyes. This is not worth the energy but wow she’s actually replying back idk maybe just shit happens. She tells me it’s been a busy summer travel & work. Okay fair. She shows me cute magnets she made and tells me she’s house sitting.

After a few text exchanges she’s asking me to come over. I get hesitant but she insists. WHAT COULD GO WRONG I SAY? I text her I’ll get ready and take an Uber over. Let me tell you i was giving femme hotness. My skirt was so hiked up. My cute shirt low v cut. Had a jean jacket since it was late into the night. I’m jittery with excitement. I call my best friend she gets the address and says to text me after etc. I order the Uber which was $30+ DOLLARS but i was too excited to care. In the middle of my Uber drive she texts she’s having a panic attack and throwing up. I feel awful. Did i freak her out? But i kept reassuring that we don’t need to do anything physical even when i arrive. No pressure. Assuring to have full consent before engaging in anything. But she insists she’s stuck in the bathroom throwing up and to turn around. Now I’m over 20 minutes away from my apartment around 11:30pm in the middle of the damn suburbs. I arrive and ask by text if i can just sit in the living room until the next Uber comes she says no. I’m outside alone in a foreign place terrified. I video chat with my best friend explaining the situation and she’s in shock as well. Putting me in danger in the middle of nowhere , just alone. Just perfect. My gay ass in the wind trying to remain calm since the streets are barely lit and i have no immediate way home. The connection to data is shitty but im able to order another Uber. Another $30+ out of to go back. But it’s fine no one’s fault right.

She insistently asks texting when my Uber will ber here. My connection isn’t great but it shows 9 minutes. It’s been at least 8 minutes now but the Uber isn’t properly showing the accurate time. My best friend what a god send kept me sane as i waited but a car pulls up and it definitely isn’t my Uber. “Oh i thought you were the girl im meeting with.” OH MY GOD i laugh almost loosing my mind. I point to her house, “oh no no she’s in there.’ Thankfully my Uber arrives as the guy calls out you’re beautiful. Oh thanks bud. Lizzy texts me to say that’s my friend helping me with my panic attack. of course i say seriously you have to be fucking joking. I freak out on her thru text and she insists she’d never intentionally try to put anyone in danger and every other excuse in the book and STILL try’s to see if we will meet up again. Of course i tell her she is fucking nuts and maybe next time be a hospitable hoe if you’re gonna be a hoe at all. I’m not against it but also don’t make a crazy lie and embarrass me. I have no idea im like crushed to seek out afraid to have the same experience of wacky shit. What do i do???? Help pls

[zvmz]

A few Maddie Hatter HCs <3

she wears a different hat to school EVERY DAY

one time the school had a crazy hat day and that was the only time maddie showed up hatless because "not wearing a hat sounds crazy enough to me"

theres a storage room in the tea shop thats literally filled to the brim JUST with hats

madeline hatter only gets sad on three occasions

when shes missing wonderland

when one of her friends is sad

and when a customer doesnt like the tea she served them

ONCE a customer yelled at her and she was just on the brink of tears all day looking like a kicked puppy

imagine this its the first time maddie came into ravens room

she sees ravens guitar and yells "hey i have one too!"

and pulls a banjo out of her hat

and raven is like this girl is insane im going to make a found family outta this

she frequently handstand walks to class

she has a huge pillow fort on her side of the dorm

maddie, lizzie, and kitty have one day a week set aside where they have tea, play croquet and card games in lizzies grove

they only speak riddlish during those times

maddie can do seemingly impossible yo-yo tricks

not even kitty knows how she does it

she always smells like fresh biscuits and jam

her baking skills could rival gingers

her phone is just a flip phone, which has been lost in her hat somewhere since last semester

raven once gifted her a wacky lookin purse, which she doesnt need since everything goes in her hat

she carries the empty purse with her everywhere she goes

almost empty

sometimes her mouse rides in it

uses the weirdest possible exclamations

"cowabunga"

"sublime"

"yee haw"

I’m open to requests so if you have a character you want me to post about, just ask!

[ashtxeman]

WHY I LIKE GLASS JOE A LOT

I promised a lot of information about why I like Glass Joe so I wrote this in an hour with no plan, no proof reading, completely improvised. If I planned this it would probably be WAY longer lol but I'll spare you all the pain of that. SO. ENJOY MY REASONING.

Glass Joe. Glass Joseph. Fragile Joey. It’s a name that’s been uttered for centuries in many different forms, given many different explanations. Critics, theorists, philosophers alike have carved away at their lives trying to solve the answer to the universe's greatest question. And that is:

Glass Joe, good why?

I can answer that, absolutely.

HEY I LOVE GLASS JOE A LOT IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT ALREADY JUST GOTTA ESTABLISH THAT HAHAHA OKAY LETS GO. SHOUTOUT TO THE FUCKING RTGAME PUNCHOUT VIDEO YOU DID THIS TO ME.

POINT 1: HE IS HANDSOME.

I swear to God this man was hand-crafted by the hands of an incomprehensible deity because HOW is he this flawless. He’s 5’10, great height honestly I’m 5’3 I don’t want to be dating a skyscraper you know. He’s a skinny bastard but that’s okay, more on that later. His hair, oh my goodness gracious, lord above, help me Jesus. HIS HAIR. IS SO GOOD. If you put that skateboard ramp ass hairstyle on literally any other character they would look like a dumbass, but here, on this man alone, it’s the most delicately poised series of ginger strands I ever did see.

His hair looks SO soft. It’s unbelievable. It’s such a lovely shade of auburn with hints of burgundy. It must smell like cinnamon. He must take great care of it. A real Head and Shoulders, coconut oil, double wash kinda guy. A real bougie kinda guy. Yeah he’s not great physically in SPORT terms but in PUBLIC terms he’s absolutely stunning and stronger than anybody else. I wanna run my fingers through his silky locks so bad it’s insane and to understand this desire I’ll have to be strapped down and operated on. DONATE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE GO AHEAD. THEY NEED IT. 

Not to mention it is SO fun to draw. SO SO SO FUN. Maybe I’m just lucky it’s such a wacky and dynamic hairstyle it transfers quite well into my artstyle, but it’s so fun. It’s easy, it’s fast, it creates an absolutely iconic silhouette, I love colouring it because it’s so damn pretty and ginger/red is such a broad colour scheme that can be put into a gradient so well (i love doing gradients with hair cause i hate when its just a block of colour). Nobody could understand the sheer joy i get putting that dumbass ahoge between the bridge of his fringe and the rest of his hair. That little ‘ right at the top ITS SO FUN. i love him his hair is great.

His face. Carved like the works of the finest artest. He’s a canvas of quality that can rival Van Gogh, for god sake. He’s got the jawline of a man on a lifelong mewing streak, STOP IT HE’S SO GORGEOUS I CANT EVENNNN. He is seriously so good looking. His eyes, the little pink-tinted eyebags that show he doesn’t need sleep because he’s so hardcore on caffeine, his gorgeous big ol nose i wanna kiss so bad, his super dynamic chin i wanna kiss so bad, his face i wanna kiss so bad. I wanna kiss him so bad. He is genuinely such a beautiful man its stunning, im literally a lesbian but if they somehow brought glass joe into the real world looking exactly how he does in those GOD DAMN CUTSCENES OOOOO i’d be bisexual so fast it’s crazy. He’s just that great. He’s got that power. I love his nervous little grin and the little creases on his face, cause he’s OLD AND SENILE. He’s 38 for god sake he shouldn’t look this good and sure, you can see his age slipping in a little with the eyebags and the wrinkles but that only ADDS to how stupidly divine he is in appearance. Stop that handsome man officer!! He’s breaking the laws of BEAUTY. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE. MEEEE.

His fashion sense although odd (ive never actually seen anyone wearing red trousers) just works. It wouldnt work on anyone else but it works on HIM. this is a theme. THINGS DONT WORK ON OTHER PEOPLE BUT THEY WORK ON JOE HE’S SO COOL LIKE THAT. his turtleneck kills me its so good it highlights what little figure he has and it contrasts his red hair so well cause its a really deep blue. SIGH. i wish. I have a turtleneck thats exactly the same but let me tell you i dont even breath the same air of fashion that he breathes. He’s so far ahead of the game he’s on an entirely different runway. He is not gonna sashay away anytime soon. On a constant shante. Unstoppable.

POINT 2: HE EMBODIES HIS CULTURE WELL.

Cats out of the bag, joe is a french stereotype. But. and dont quote me here. I find it very admirable HOW he is a french stereotype. Because he kind of.. Isn’t? He uses the characteristics of that stereotype sure, but he doesn’t engage with them the same way an actual french stereotype would. He likes coffee, he likes bread, he loves France like its his child, sure. But he doesnt have a twirly moustache, he doesnt wear a beret, he doesnt galavant around in black and white mime clothing. Even if that would be funny yknow it just wouldnt be as good. 

His admiration of coffee and bread is so relatable cause hell, I LIKE BREAD AND CAFES AND STUFF! He needs that coffee to keep him going you dont understand. If he misses a dose of caffeine he’ll deflate like the pyramids did in despicable me 1. He’ll be a puddle on the floor, he’ll quite literally cease to exist. Coffee is his golden idol, his hand of midas, his treasure. He has great willpower (more on that later) but coffee is that secret weapon he uses to push him just a little bit further. Plus he just thinks it tastes good and is happy to express that, you cant blame the guy for that. A good drink is a good drink. Even though i dont like coffee he’s so happy with it i respect it. He makes things i dont like respectable. Thats whats so real to me. What a goat. As for bread, bread is just great. Baguettes are yum. All the french bread i know about is usually close to white bread and autism behold thats like the only bread i can bear to eat so its alright with me man. You can go to joes house and he will have one of those fancy bread cupboards. He’ll pull out baguettes like he’s at a renaissance fair and they have a sword shortage. He’s on the case. You will NOT leave his house on an empty stomach. Like a very caring grandma, he will get you fed with the most immaculate 5 star meal you ever did eat. French food is great and theres no doubt about that, thats why he loves FOOD. I TRUST HIM. HE KNOWS WHATS GOOD. if mr glass joe turned around to me and said ‘broken glass is good food’ you bet your ass id be smashing windows and munch munch crunching all day long. 

Maybe his admiration of his country is a little over the top to some. You know the french landmarks in the back of his cutscenes, the ‘vive le france’ and singing the national anthem. But no. i dont think its excessive, i think its passionate. This is undeniably a man that is SO passionate about his culture and the lifestyle he’s grown up around, he’s not afraid to express it to other people until they cant stand it anymore. He’ll take as many hits as he needs to in the name of france. He is an embodiment of everything endearing about being foreign, honestly. An extreme love for the things his country has: food, landmarks, fashion, language, culture. EVERYTHING IS ON HIS LIST. NOTHING IS LEFT OUT. HE LOVES FRANCE AND I LOVE HIM. YES SIR!! VIVE LE FRANCE!! YES!!! 

Also he single-handedly convinced me to start learning french. I seriously didnt care about it before but after i started to like him more and really get into punchout i downloaded duolingo and i still have a streak going AND im actually convinced to try hard in my french lessons and exams because yknow.. I want this fictional french guy to be proud of me. :] 

POINT 3: HE IS DETERMINED.

OHHHHHH BOY. okay right im gonna get inspirational here. Play some dramatic orchestral music or something. 

The thing about Glass Joe is that he never. Gives up. Never. There is nothing in the world you could do to this man that could possibly stop him from boxing. They call Kaiser a fighting machine but boy have they not seen Joe. once that man stepped into the ring for the first time, he’d found a second home, and i think thats evident. 100 times this man has fallen down, brushed it off and gotten right back up. He’s had hardships, ups, downs, tumbles, falls. But everytime, no matter what, he’s back on his feet and ready to try again. And there is something so admirable and inspirational about that kind of approach being written into a CHARACTER THAT IS MEANT TO BE A FRENCH STEREOTYPE. ‘GHHHH FRENCH PEOPLE ALWAYS SURRENDER ACSHUALLY’ SHUT UP!! NOT THIS ONE!! I like to think Joe’s motto is ‘never surrender’. Yes he’s a little self aware how ironic it is thats hes french and doing all this but shhh. He knows whats hes doing and he’s happy to do it. Because like ive said again and again, theres nothing that can stop him. 100 kos, 200 kos, 300, 400… you keep cranking that number up and he’ll keep cranking the punches. Keep those lights up, keep those gloves on, you knock Joe down and eventually, no matter how long it takes, he’s back for more.

Now dont misinterpret that, he’s not a masochist like aran ryan, no sir-ee. He doesnt enjoy losing, nobody does. But the thing is he pushes past that disappointment and those hardships because he knows that eventually, if he keeps on going, things are going to change. He knows that if he lays down the gloves and walks away, there’s no possibility of succeeding. You could drop Joe off on the other side of the world and just like that immortal snail, he’s gonna find a way back. Even if it takes forever. Cause he is weak but determined, he isn’t threatening but relentless, he is stoppable but unstoppable. Glass joe has the strongest will out of any character i know. Cause if any of my other favourites went through 100 whopping losses like he did, they’d retire on a tropical island and never interact with the world again. But not joe. Never joe. My king.

POINT 4: HE IS ENDEARING.

THIS GUY IS SO DAMN CHARMING IT MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE INTO CONFETTI AND GLITTER AGHHHHH.

Come on. How can you look at his smile, his lovely little, subtle smile with those shy old eyes, and not immediately fall in love with him. He’s got some many little subtle things. Like the way his pupils dart around or his little sway back and forth when he’s knocked out or the way he bounds back and forth on his legs like an old-timey guy about to have a squabble. The way his mouth goes :0 so very subtly when he’s breathing. The way he always looks either shocked beyond repair, completely zooted or very confused. It’s all so perfect. IT’S ALL THESE THINGS THEY MAKE HIM BRILLIANT.

Im seriously looking for scraps here but i love finding meaning in otherwise meaningless things. I love analysing every detail until there is literally nothing else i could possibly say about it. He is perfect for this.

His fucking VOICE. OHHH MY GOD. it was so damn funny the very first time i heard his voice, because honestly it feels deliberate how they put his humble cutscenes before his first bit of dialogue so you expect this soft-spoken kinda light-voiced french guy only to be greeted with CHRISTIAN BERNARD’S DEEP ASS VOICE. OHHH KILL ME HE SOUNDS SO HANDSOME I WANNA SINK INTO THE FLOOR AND CRY WITH JOY. i wouldnt even mind if he was a soft-spoken light-voiced french guy but they really had to amp it up a little and give this lowly frenchman the most eloquent unnecessarily deep and silky voice ever. HE DIDNT NEED THAT. BUT THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM THAT NINTENDO CAUSE ITS ONE OF HIS GREATEST QUALITIES. Plus french is just a really fun language to listen to. I could honestly sit listening to joe’s voicelines on repeat for hours on end and be fine with it. They’re so good. He’s so beautiful sounding. Its absolutely hilarious considering his voice in comparison to appearance. COME ON!!! AAHAHHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAGHGHS I LOVE CHRISTIAN BERNARDS VOICE I WISH I COULD HEAR HIM SPEAK IN ENGLISH. I NEED MORE OF HIS VOICE. AGGGGGHHHHH. 

POINT 5: WHATEVER ELSE

I erm i erm i just wanna say i love joe so much. The way he’s constructed, appearance, personality, physicality, dialogue, culture inspiration, story. EVERYTHING about him is just so cool and fun to think about and in my head it all weaves perfectly together to create the best character in all of fiction. It has now been over 2 unapologetic years of me yapping on about this guy. Whether it be his canon self and the things he does or the fanon version of him thats ive sourced from other peoples awesome HC’s or forged from my own lore. Any excuse i get, i talk about joe. Because it is so utterly fun. Yeah, he’s not the only boxer i love!!! Not at all!! I have several other favourites persay, but on the punch-out tier list joe is so good he has his own category thats about 4 ranks higher than what S rank is. And that is deserved. 

He loves his culture, he never gives up, he’s arguably a weakling and an absolute screwup but he never lets that get in his way because of her persistent he is, he’s gorgeous, he’s cool, he’d be a great friend, dad, boyfriend, husband, EVERYTHING. He’s got a weird hairstyle and weird fashion sense but somehow he looks great with it. He beat NICK BRUISER CANONICALLY?!?! He’s french, he’s ginger, which in a joking sense makes him the worst but against all odds he is the best. The french are lucky to be represented by him because he’s so utterly and unapologetically awesome and cool and fun and nice and inspiring and all that jazz. There is not a single thing that could stray me away from the path of Joe. my lore for him is SO deep. My admiration for him is INFINITE. Ive read through his wiki a pagillion times. Ive beaten him over 80 times in-game simple because i like seeing him so much and.

Well. i have entire shrine dedicated to him. let me know if you wanna see that....

[yanderespamton78]

im going insane, perhaps wacky, one might even say crazy, im losing my mind, my marbles, my bananas, i’m falling off my rocker so to speak

just ignore me ill shut up eventually /hj

[nosleep83]

I’m going insane, perhaps wacky, one might even say crazy, im losing my mind, my marbles, my bananas, I am falling off my rocker so to speak.

OK BUT ACTUALLY THOUGH THIS FEELS SO DARK WHAT

IM GETTING FLASHBACKS TO THIS

[skylarstarlight]

Hi its me again, im very glad you didn’t delete the ask lol

I know im probably not the best at describing or wording what I mean as I have a mental disability so please bare with me, I can clarify anything else

Mostly for these kinds of roleplays it really depends on how its done. Like if it was just something like.. I dunno: wacky clown asylum where its just full or circus clowns, that wouldn’t really be what im talking about. When things start to get iffy is when theres characters with genuine physical or mental disabilities or conditions, disorders—whatever you wanna call it—being put into that kind of situation since in these roleplays, the pre-existing conditions of the characters will inevitably tie into the “insanity” aspect if you get what I mean?

Personally, I also have OCD so my best example would be like: character that is crazy somehow injures themselves by trying to clean something or whatever or being convinced theyre covered in bugs all the time (just generally harmful stereotype-y things that can be unintentional but still harmful)

As for other stuff, I’m not really sure what the whole plot is but since Jouno is one of the few canonically disabled characters in the series, I’d just suggest being wary of his “insanity” being tied with his blindness like him ripping out his eyes or something.

Again, I truly mean no harm and simply wish to inform. Thank you for taking the time to read from me!

Of course I didn't delete it! I try my best to be respectful of things like that :)

As for the Asylum thing, it's not really a "crazy house", its moreso like a laboratory with human experiments that the ones who run it pretend is a hospital/asylum to lure in vulnerable people or have people be sent over by court order etc.

And I believe I understand your concerns and it's totally valid! Don't worry, Jouno was already blind before being admitted, just a childhood accident combined with genetics. I did figure as much was crossing a line, but good that you bring it up regardless.

I wouldn't say the characters are "insane" so to speak, moreso that people are trying to frame them as such in order to justify keeping them locked in the facility that's operating under false pretenses.

But thank you for informing me!! I appreciate it.

[lordfreg]

scribble bc im losing my mind

@hypocriticaltypwriter

i'm going insane, perhaps wacky, one might even say crazy, i'm losing my mind, my marbles, my bananas, i'm falling off my rocker so to speak.

the scimbo (batty) and sqeekem (karai) have taken over my mind. i am unable to think because of them. in this fic batty’s 17 and karai is 16 (i was working under the assumption that since batty was born in october that they were only a few months apart)

they make my brain to to really angsty stuff so now you have to suffer with me.

have to put a TW because there’s some heavy stuff; gore, swearing, implied abuse, gaslighting. (fic starts under the cut because im nice and i love you, also drink water and eat food; not while reading this)

enjoy (:

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THE STENCH OR ROTTING FLESH burned his nose. He should have been used to this now. He’s been to a recently invaded Krang site before; but this one was different.

It was his home.

Was his home.

They kicked him out, they abandoned him, they left him to rot in a harsh and unforgiving world.

And yet, Patrick felt bad. He let the stench of half-eaten corpses get to him. He flinched at the sight; destroyed building, tentacles everywhere. Mutant Silverfish eating the corpse of some person.

He shuttered at the sight, the insides of people on a vulgar display. The sight was only matched by the stench. He watched the Krang tentacles slide across the ground, the eyes looking at him intently, perhaps wondering if he should be their next meal.

Patrick kicked them away pathetically, like they were some trash on the road in his way, and continued into the rubble.

He knew no one was in their, but Master Leonardo insisted on checking every new attack sight. The leader said “Your good ears could be useful for finding people,” but the only thing Patrick found with his ears were trouble.

The Oozsquitoes still roamed the skies, turning people into mutants, that’s how Patrick turned into one, anyway. 

Apparently, his appearance looked that of a human modified by the Krang. That’s how he got abandoned by the humans who ran the camp he was being raised in. Where his sibling died, where his mother was separated from him in the rush to escape New York, where his father looked on in horror as his one and only son was disgustingly mutated into a bat.

Thinking about hurt his back, it had been a pain to have giant bony wing rapidly sprout from your back. They ripped his skin, and exposed muscles, before quickly healing and making him cry out in pain.

All of it, was a painful process.

He shook off the feeling of disgust lingering on his back, and continued through the destroyed building, listening for anything, anything at all.

A sniffle, a cough, a whimper, anything.

A small, faint and quite frankly pathetic cry for help was heard. 

Patrick spun his head around towards the sound, running to it. He leaped over corpses and Krang tentacles to reach the person.

He skidded to a stop when he arrived in the destroyed room he heard the sound come from. He looked around desperately, trying not to smile because he finally found someone.

The room was empty, a flipped table, a knocked over refrigerator, a woman's dead body next to a giant hole in the wall. Was probably impaled from a Krang hand, he noted.

Other then that, the room was empty.

Patrick let out a heavy sigh, was he hearing voices again? Probably, he admitted to himself.

He bent over to the floor, noticing a fully intact cell phone on the ground, slightly behind the thrown over table. Picking it up, it turned on and showed a picture of a family; a black-haired woman with two kids, a 15-year-old and a 3-year-old. 

Patrick’s mouth wavered into a frown, he hated seeing kids get effected by this. They kid was probably dead by now, but still.

“H-Help...?” A scared voice asked from the other side of the flipped table.

Patrick didn’t even process it until he looked up from the phone and saw a small child, death gripping a stuffed rabbit. Mrs. Cuddles.

Patrick’s face turned into an expression of pure ‘What the Hell?’. It was the kid from the photo! That means, that woman is his mother. Where was his sister?

Patrick cleared the questions from his mind and looked tenderly at the child.

“Hey, buddy.” He said quietly, “I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I’m here to help, I’m with the Resistance.” He showed the child his wristband with the Mad Dog logo on it.

The child quivered before scooting over to him, and touching the engraved symbol.

“See? I don’t bite.” Patrick whispered softly, “I’m here to take you to safety.”

“Okay.” The child said, standing up with Patrick. “Do you know where sissy is?” He asked, completely trustingly.

“No, we only just got here. We don’t live here.” Patrick said flatly, looking at the child with concern.

“I wish sissy was here. She said that Stuffie would keep me safe. I don’t feel safe.” The child said, making the Mrs.Cuddles clone dance a little before dropping it to his tummy.

Patrick felt a lump in his throat. He’d been through this same thing, except he saw what happened to his sibling.

“Hey,” Patrick spoke, getting the child’s attention, “What do you say we go back to my house and try to find your sister with the help of some people who are really good at stuff like this?”

“Like, tracker?” The child said, looking up at Patrick with complete admiration.

“Yeah, I guess you could call them that.” Pat shrugged, “But they mostly fight bad guys.”

“Really?” The child turned to the bat mutant and signaled ‘up’ with his tiny, still-basically-an-infant hands.

“Yeah,” Pat said, picking the boy up, “They do that all the time.”

“So they beat the evil aliens?”

“Yeah.”

“So cool.”

“I know, right?”

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Patrick returned to the Resistance base, having talked to the child and finding out his name is Jago. But his friends called him Go-Go.

“Hmm. Cute, I like that.” Pat said, landing at the front entrance for the base. He banged on the door to wake up Cosmo, because Heaven forbid they actually do their job. 

“Hey! Dork! Open the door!” Patrick shouted. “It’s your best friend and I have a child.”

“WHAT?” A voice through the intercom said.

“Just open the door, loser.”

“FINE.” 

The door opened with a hiss as it slid back to reveal stairs leading underground.

“Why were so mean to that lady?” Go-Go asked.

“They’re my friend.” Patrick smiled.

He held the child in his arm as he held the rail that led down, skipping a step every so often. Once he got to the bottom he was greeted by people walking every witch way to gear up for patrol, rescue missions, daily tasks and so on.

He wrapped Go-Go in his side-cape as not to draw attention to himself, or the kid, having come back from a traumatic experience like that. The last thing the kid needed was people in his face asking him what happened.

Pat held G-Go to his chest as he maneuvered around people, soon finding Cassandra gearing up for another Krang assault.

“Cassidy,” Patrick asking importantly, “Do you know where Tam is?”

“In the Nursery, as usual.” She answered, “And it’s ‘Cass’, fucker!” Cassandra yelled after as she threw a empty tin can at him.

He chuckled and continued to make his way through the crowd and into the Nursery. He led into a hallway, dim but light enough for people to see. He rushed to the room with the sky blue door and carefully crept to the front and opened it slightly, looking in.

He saw Tamsin sitting in a chair, singing her daughter Maggie to sleep, with other napping kids around her. She was humming a song he knew too well. “Blackbird” by the Beatles. It gave him a bittersweet feeling when the melody stung his ears like a sour candy.

“Pssst! Tamsin!” Batty whispered, “I have something for you!”

“Oh! Hello, dear!” She smiled, urging Batty in. “And you don’t have to whisper, the kids sleep like logs once they’re down.”

“Okay, good.” Patrick stood up, and unraveled his side-coat, making a small, fat face with big blue eyes and black hair appear. “I found him at the Krang site.”

Tamsin gasped slightly and put a hand on Batty’s shoulder, “He’s adorable.” She gushed.

“Yeah, he’s a cute kid.” Batty smiled down at the child, who clung protectively to Batty’s sleeveless turtle neck, “But he needs someone to take care of him until I come back from another water run.”

“And you’re doing this with Leo’s permission, right?” Tamsin asked, looking at him like a mother interrogating her child.

“Would you be mad if I said no?” Batty smiled nervously.

“Yes! I would be angry because what if you got hurt? Nobody would know where you are or where to find you!”

“If I got hurt, I’d simply ping my location.” Patrick witted back.

“That takes a lot of power, power we don’t have.”

“Good thing I found this then.” Patrick smiled widely with lazy eyes as he pulled out the perfectly intact phone.

Tamsin eyes lit up, taking the phone from him. “Wow, you really are a master scout.”

“No, I just got lucky cause of Go-Go.” He said, petting the small child who was still gripping his stuffed rabbit.

“Go-Go? Is that his name?”

“No, it’s actually Jago, but everyone calls him Go-Go.”

“I miss my sissy.” Jago pouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Oh, darling.” Tamsin said sympathetically, reaching out for the child. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m sure we’ll find her.” She said to the child in a sweet embrace.

Batty could only stare on in concern, what if they never found his sister? What would we tell him?

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Batty returned for the second time this day, it now being night and now being greeted by his adoring girlfriend.

She joyfully hopped over to him, wrapping her arms around him and placing a kiss on his snout.

Patrick puffed up in response, “I gotta get used to that.”

“Yes, you have to, since I’m going to be doing it a lot when we’re married.” Karai hummed.

“Mhmm.” Batty melted into her embrace as he wanted nothing more then to be held by his love. Patrick snaked his arms around Karai’s waist, bringing her in for a tight hug before letting go angin.

Karai looked at him confused, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just have to talk with Go-Go.”

“You seem tired, darling. You should rest.” Karai had put her hands to his face, caressing his cheek and making the adorable ‘you-can’t-say-no-to-me’ pouty lip.

“I don’t need rest, I need answers.”

Just then, Go-Go and Niccolo had wobbled up to Patricks leg and where now tugging on it.

“Pat! Pat! Come look what me and Niccy made!” Go-Go said proudly.

“Adorable. They already have nicknames.” Batty said, still half lulled by Karai’s gesture.

“Yeah, they’ve spent the last few hours getting acquainted.” Karai said softly, “I think your son wants you to look at something.”

“Please, don’t call him my son. I might get attached.” Patrick said, pulling way from Karai and following Go-Go and Niccolo down the hall and into the Nursery.

Niccolo pointed to a small table, with drawing things spread out all over them, in the center was portrait of Batty, with Karai, holding her hand with the caption; ‘Mom + Dad’.

Patrick felt like crying. He was conflicted; does he accept the gift and accept his role as Go-Go’s father, or does he reassure the poor child that his father is most likely alive and looking for him?

Patrick swallowed back the lump in his throat, “Th-Thank’s Niccolo and Go-Go, you guys are the best.” he keeled down so they could hug him.

The two kids rushed to give their friend a hug, Niccolo’s tail wagging and Go-Go’s cheeks dusted with pink.

“Thank you boys, for the gift, but isn’t it past your bedtime?” Batty asked, picking both of them up.

“Oh!” Niccolo cried as he looked worried, he started to cry.

Go-Go saw this and reached over to hug Niccolo, petting his head and rocking him back and forth.

Patrick could only stare dumbfounded. Go-Go barely knew these kids, yet knew exactly what they needed. It was a little amazing, actually.

Niccolo stopped crying, but still had snot and tears on his cheeks. Go-Go continued to pet his head and rock him.

“Mama’s not going to be mad at you.” Go-Go said to Niccolo, “We should just go to bed.”

Niccolo nodded, instinctively turning around to be cleaned off. Batty sighed, knowing that he’s have to put Go-Go down.

After the boys were cleaned up and ready for bed, Tamsin came into the kid’s bathroom to check up on them.

“Wow, it usually takes me and hour just to get them ready.” Tam sighed, impressed with Patrick.

“Well, when you’re as tired as they are, you want to go to bed as quick as you can.” Patrick said.

“I’m not tired,” Go-Go commented. The new child looked over to Niccolo who yawned and reached up for his mother.

Tam bent down and picked up the tired boy, Niccolo snuggling into Tam’s chest and yawning a final time before nodding off to sleep.

“They really are tired,” Tam examined, “What did you do all day?”

“We played cars, and we played good guys and bad guys. And then Casey showed up after a while and told the red turtle a lot of important stuff and they left again.” Go-Go said nonchalantly, “And then we drew a picture for Karai and Pat when they get married.” Go-Go smiled up at the now blushing Patrick, ready to hear him confirm this.

“Yeah,” Pat said, rubbing the back of his neck, “They did do that.”

Tam laughed a little, “I’ve got to get Niccolo to bed. Patrick? Be a dear and help your mother-in-law and show your son the guest room.”

Patrick groaned at the names. He picked Go-Go up and carried him down the hall, past Karai’s room, Niccolo’s room, Jeremiah’s room and finally; they were at the guest kid’s room.

It was small, only fitting two beds and a bedside table. Batty placed Go-Go on one of the beds, then sat parallel to him.

“So? How does you mom put you to bed?” The bat asked. 

“Mommy doesn’t put us to bed; sissy does.” Go-Go said, once again making his little bunny dance.

“Then how does sissy put you to bed?”

“She would sing to me.”

“What would she sing?”

“I don’t know what it’s called but it goes like...” Go-Go hummed a few notes, making a melody.

The melody, was one that Patrick knew all too well.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night.~” Patrick sang, his voice shaky.

Go-Go yawned, and rubbed his eyes. The child looked at his rabbit as his eyes lit up.

“Oh! I have a gift for you!” He said, reaching for his stuffed animal. Go-Go unzipped the back and pulled out a little glass vile filled with glowing blue liquid. Patrick tired to mask his bewilderment, taking the test-tube looking thing and examined it.

“Mommy said that it helped turn people like you back into people like me.” Go-Go said, patting his belly. “Mommy says she’s been doing it since the spooky aliens invaded.”

“Huh,” Patrick put the glass tube into his pocket, “What else did your mother tell you?”

“She said she worked with a man named Foun. And he helped make it. And he got kicked out for being too mean to my sissy.”

Patrick could feel the world shatter around him. There it was. The truth. The thing he’s been searching for his entire life. In a few short sentences said by a polite 5-year-old.

Furious didn’t even begin to describe how angry he felt.

“Patty?” Go-Go broke the silence, “Can you sing to me?”

“Sure,” Patrick smiled.

Patrick sang Blackbird, every verse coming out bittersweet and poignant. After Go-Go was officially asleep, it was time to do business.

Karai was waiting outside of the guest room, arms crossed respectfully, “You have a beautiful singing voice,” She smiled.

“Thank you,” Patrick said, walking past her. Before quickly turning around, placing a kiss on her lips and whispering a small “Love you,” kindly.

Patrick marched down to the end of the hallway, the leader’s meeting room. He didn’t care that they were having a meeting right now, this was far too important, and far too lied about to wait until tomorrow.

Karai hesitantly followed him down the hallway, using her sick ninja stealth to spy on him.

Patrick slammed open the door, making it obvious to everyone in the room that he was there.

“Knock next time,” Master Donatello said, leaning back in his chair, “And what do you want? We’re in the middle of a meeting.”

“I understand that, Master.” Patrick said, letting himself in, “But this is far too important.”

Raph looked concerned, “What is it?”

Patrick took the glass tube out of his pocket and held it up for everyone at the table to see.

“Anti-mutagen.”

“What?” Master Leonardo asked, completely lost.

“ANTI. Mutagen.” Patrick slammed the tube onto the table, “And Mulch knew about it.”

“How could I have known?” Mulch became defensive, “You’re just going to barge in here and accuse me of lying?”

“Yes.” Patrick said flatly, “Jago told me you worked on this.” He rolled the tube over to Donatello, who caught it and examined it.

“You’re really going to trust a child?” Mulch spat, disappointed that his son would accuse him of such a thing.

“Yes, I am.” Patrick huffed harshly.

“Well, I am disappointed in you! For one, you interrupt our meeting, then you start accusing me of lying! Now you’re trusting what a 4-year-old child has to say about my past life? What have you come too? Back when this all first happened, I didn’t have a choice! I had to start the Scavengers to survive! I took you in when nobody else would have! You couldn’t have survived without me! You should be grateful-”

“STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME!”

The room went quiet.

No one had heard Patrick yell. Only when he needed too, at least.

But this yell was different. I wasn’t flat and necessary, it was harsh, bold and filled with hate. It was so loud it shook the meeting room, probably the entire base.

This was the first time that anyone had heard Patrick curse, either.

Karai gasped before placing a hand over her mouth, she didn’t think he was capable of saying a bad word.

Mulch stared back at Batty from across the table, shocked and disgusted.

“Young man...” the Vulture started.

“Don’t. Save it for someone who cares. You’re not my father. You’re not my dad. I don’t even like you. You hit me, all the time. I’m sick of sitting there and taking it. I’m sick of you lying to me. Lying to them.” He pointed at the bewildered Twins and Red giant.

“You lied to an entire community. You lied to your family.” Patrick took a deep breath in, visibly restraining himself. 

“You’re a lying bastard.”

Patrick turned around and left the room, more seething then he had every felt before, leaving the Turtles suspicious, confused and worried.

Leo chased after him, giving his twin a knowing nod.

Donatello and Raph both stood up, Donatello gabbing his Bo staff and Raphael cracking his fists.

“So, what’s all this about you hitting the kid?”

Leonardo chased after Patrick, who strutted fast.

“Kid! Kid!” Leo cried desperately, “What the hell did you just say back there?”

“Mulch is a fucking liar! He lied to me! He lied to you! He worked on an anit-mutagen and didn’t tell a fucking soul so he could sell it helpless mutants who wanted to be human again!”

Leonardo stood there stunned.

“But-...How-... How would you know?”

“Because I’ve watched it happen, Leonardo.”

His words were bitter and harsh, saying Leon’s name without the “master” part in front really made the reality hit him so much harder.

“But, why?” Leonardo asked, “Why did you stay quiet until now?”

“I didn’t have any proof. Proof that this was happening.”

“You didn’t need proof,” Leonardo pulled Patrick into an improvised hug, “We would have believed you.”

Patrick sniffed, before bursting into tears. It was too much. He couldn’t just talk about it without crying.

Karai rushed into the meeting room, “DAD! UNCLE! STOP!” She yelled, before they could touch him, knowing what they would do to Mulch.

They looked back at Donatello’s daughter, she had tears streaming down her face and a panicked look on her face.

Donatello’s anger turned into concern for his daughter, he put away his bo staff, turning it from a giant rocket back into a stick.

Donatello, ran to his daughter, bringing her into a hug as Raph grabbed Mulch by his collared scruff. 

“It’s okay, Karai. Shhh, it’s okay.” Donatello said quietly.

“I want mom,” she sobbed.

“Me too,” Donatello said, on the verge of tears.

Raph was freely letting tears fall from his eyes.

Batty and Leonardo came back to the meeting room, and Karai and Patrick embraced one another.

Patrick tenderly stoked Karai’s soft shell, trying to sooth her as she cried. They synchronized their breathing and ended up sleeping on the couch together, just holding each other.

Patrick’s grief was still heavy, but not as heavy anymore.

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MAN am i tired, up till 3 finishing this because time is a social construct. but anyway, hope this made you tear up a little at least. and yeah, im keeping Go-Go. he’s my new baby :)

so yeah, hope you enjoyed the things making my brain rot.<33333333 might do something with this in the future, for now, just have fun reading is since it’s not cannon (to the idea i have in my head) and i just really wanted to write an angst

i am so tired-

[theolddivorcedzukka]

hi vee i just watched puss in boots and feel a bit crazy bc its so good. anyway idk what buddy daddies is abt but i wish u luck in ur posting abt it 🌻 flower. im also a bit sleep deprived.

!!!! omg omg puss in boots was literally the best movie ever, i’ve watched it twice in theaters and twice at home and everything about it is amazing. the animation, the characters, the plot line, the meaning behind it all it’s just so 💥💥💥 also also buddy daddies is so……the buddies are daddies, also the show is getting serious now and i’m so scared. he washed him and put him in his shirt. their kid made him smile a genuine happy smile. do you understand, flappy caruliaa? my insanity? why i’m so wacky?

[sammygender]

today my friends were talking about sleep schedules and putting your phone away a bit before sleeping and i was trying to explain that even tho this is a good theoretical idea it doesn’t work for me so i was saying like. well i cant do that i get paranoid. and they were like wdym. so i explained that if i have to lie there without checking my phone i’ll immediately start to feel the need to check it and convince myself that like everything like all my files will delete itself if i don’t go check it rn. so then i have to go check it. and therefore i can’t sleep without my phone next to me. (i actually left out the fact that the only reason i CAN sleep, at all, is because i do a thing on my phone first not sharing it bc the ritual feels less safe if i do). i’m aware that the last part is crazy but the first part didn’t seem that weird to me i thought it would be hashtag relatable. anyway everyone literally stared at me like i was insane and someone went isn’t that like? ocd? and i was like im just wacky and strange☺️ and everyone kept staring at me still going like Bro no….. undiagnosed ocd….. anyway im not abnormal everyone does this. ocd who is she. disorders aren’t real. 💯

[astral-solarium]

HES BACK !!!!!!!

I’m going insane, perhaps wacky, one might even say crazy. I’m losing my mind, my marbles, my bananas, I’m falling off my rocker so to speak.

IM LOSING IT IM BATSHIT INSANE I LOVE THESE TWO SPECIFICALLY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO SILLY

[kirksfattitties]

Hi, I was wondering what order I should watch Star Trek in? I’ve watched tos before but that was a long time ago. I’m not sure if it’s best to watch it in the order it was released or if I should watch it in like the in universe order so it’s not confusing. Thank you! Sorry if I’m bugging you btw

i’m not sure if i can say which star trek you wanna watch them in EXACTLY but what i did was watch in order of characters i saw people posting about that i was attracted to and i mostly went from old to new, but there’s a few outliers

i did watch tng a couple of years before i decided to watch ALL of the star treks but i was never hyperfixed on star trek until i saw tos so i don’t really count my first watchthrough of tng

the order (i think) i went in was:

tos & tos movies

tas

tng rewatch & first watch of the movies

ds9

aos (i think? i forget when i watched it for the first time)

dsc & short treks

voy

ent

pic

lwd

(and then snw and prodigy when they come out)

honestly, i would look at peoples posts about the shows and/or at pictures of the characters and see which shows you think would be the most interesting.

for me personally, i like the fan content by tos/tas, ds9, dsc fans the most so i watched those relatively early on, whereas my boyfriend liked tng content more but then was sucked into also liking tos and then eventually other treks.

i would also look at if there’s any actors from star trek that you recognize and maybe start with whichever trek/treks they were in and then go from there.

my bf also is super organized and made a list of the different treks and movies for them to watch and checks stuff off as they go, but they’re also a little bit insane (complimentary) and went COMPLETELY out of order in a wild and wacky way that makes very little sense to me and would make me feel crazy to watch in that order. i’m not sure what exact shoe order they went in, but for the tos and tng movies, they went in the order of good movie, bad movie, good movie, bad movie, etc. so. you could do that if you want

for the most part i think going from oldest series produced to newest series produced series would be the best bet because it’s the least amount of work to research, BUT i have also seen a few people go from the IN-universe timeline (which seems confusing to me with all the time travel esp since dsc starts before tos but travels to after every other series)

i think it might be easiest if you go in order of how theyre made, specially since there’s like a bajillion new treks going on right now/gonna air soon, and that if you start going in-universe order, you might have to change that order when snw comes out?

you can honestly watch in any order and it will mostly make sense (or end up making sense eventually) but you should probably watch tng (&the movies and maybe aos) before watching pic if you want things to make sense for that show. lwd is a pretty good show to watch last because it references most other treks, but i think it’s done well enough that you could watch it alone and still understand it. this isn’t a continuity thing, but i also would suggest watching lwd after watching a particularly heavy trek (like pic or dsc or aos) because lwd is light and funny and will make you less sad. same thing with tas, its light and funny and it’s a great series to watch after finishing tos because it’s like BONUS tos

ANYWAY im not sure if answered your question (probably not! sorry!) but good luck and happy trekking 🖖

[miles-is-so-gay]

Heyo welcome :o)))) Welcome to my funni little blog :]

all my text posts are tagged with #SmudgeOnTheAir and all my art is tagged with #SmudgeArt and a new tag for all of my (perceived) banger posts #BANGER POST and another new tag for my cat #jumble posting

extra shit under the cut

i’m a goofy lil guy that does art and writing and cringe 24/7/356

you can call me smudglet or aldwyn or garf and i mainly use he/him fae/faer they/them and it/its pronouns! im one of the scary transgenders also

fun fact: im doing color palette requests, but only from album/single covers because im not adept at finding colors that go together, like my fave colors are red, orange, and fucking teal which all go together HORRENDOUSLY so yeah-

you may know me from my emoji blog @3am-wacky-brain-chems or my CRINGE dead “positivity” blog @oddly-pawsitive-aldwyn (i have now deleted the blog) but anyways if you saw anything from that second blog I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. im a stupid little dumb dumb that doesn’t think before he makes a post at 2am, and to be clear, im a singlet and im so very VERY sorry i got involved in syscourse because thats not my place. that being said, im an endo/whatever other kinds of non-traditional systems exist neutralist that leans more to accepting them because im not their psychiatrist, its not my place to try and say i know whats going on in someone elses head.

but on the topic of my emoji blog @3am-wacky-brain-chems, my phone doesnt send me notifs of asks so if it takes me like 5 months to get it a) i am sorry and b) i experience art block/burnout quite alot but if your ask has been sitting there unanswered for like 6 months dm me i beg you/hj

and if you ever saw my comms carrd….. no you didn’t. maybe soon i can start accepting comms but when i say soon i mean like maybe in 5 gazillion years 💀

[bbrandy2002]

Wacky Drabble #17: Liam’s Smut

Part 3

Masterlist

Part One Part Two

“Riley’s” Fic/What Happens In Fydelia

This is part of @emceesynonymroll ’s #wackydrabbles. This weeks prompt is: There is a certain taste to it.

Liam x Riley and Liam x Hana x Maxwell

Word count: Lets just say, the limit doesn’t exist. So Sorry Enna😲 ……2143

A/N: Its been a hella crazy, hectic week and Im Not too thrilled with how this turned out but it is what it is.

Chapter Summary: In an attempt to get Riley to understand how he feels, Liam writes his own smut with shocking results.

**Special Note: @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore did not write any part of this, therefore, this drabble should not reflect on her far superior talent. I had no plans to write this when I wrote the previous drabble or I would have never drug her name into it…but, ya’ll just had to see what Liam wrote 😂 Thanks Bleakmore for being such a good sport!

This is MY attempt to write a story within a story, that includes smut (not my forte), in Bleakmore’s writing style, with a fictional character as a contributor, while also switching back and forth in my own writing style….God have mercy on all of you!!!!

MY READ MORE DID NOT WORK AGAIN...tagged as long post

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Riley’s eyes flitted at the screen as she scanned the words written before her. It was quite obvious by the content and plot of this story, one person in particular was meant to read it-her, and it had Liam written all over it. If those two things didn’t make it clear enough, the username, @inyourfacerileybrooks-love-liam, was the biggest indicator her husband had bested her.

A sea of crimson rippled across her face and heaving chest as she shifted onto her side, adjusting the laptop to lay on the bed next to her, full of resentment and outrage. If she was being honest with herself, she felt more guilt than anything.

If he wanted to “out smut” her, she’d be damned not to see what she was up against. She sighed heavily as she began to delve into his-little story.

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Liam Fucks Hana Five Ways From Sunday With His Enormous Dick”

A new collaborative drabble by @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore and newcomer @inyourfacerileybrooks-love-liam

NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Summary: This takes place in Fydelia, during the engagement tour, where Liam had caught his girlfriend, Riley, having sex with Drake in the courtyard.

(Liam)

“Bastien!”, I yelled, “arrest these two for treason, indescency in public, and…”, upon seeing the little Hershey bar wrappers scattered on the ground from Drake’s smores, “….litering”.

Seeking my forgiveness, Riley sobbed and pleaded for her release, citing temporary insanity, as her reasoning for betraying me in such a manner.

I did not care.

As my head guard took them both away in shackles and chains, I stopped him momentarily, “Bastien?”.

He turned to acknowledge me, “Yes, Your Majesty”.

“Throw away the key”.

I never wanted to see their sorry faces again. They both will spend the rest of their days in the palace dungeon, in misery, never to see daylight .

Riley rolled her eyes, “real subtle, Liam”, she murmured, before continuing….

I left the scene of their sexual crime feeling hurt and destroyed. Everything I had done since my coronation had been to protect her….Her! When I spoke those three words in the hedge maze before we made love for the first time, I meant them….I loved her.

Truth is, I never stopped.

I never will.

I would have gone to the far reaches of the universe to love her and show her love. I would have given her anything, do anything she asked, gave her my very own life to protect her, yet, it wasn’t enough to keep her. She didn’t think I was man enough to be those things for her, a lover, a protector, a soul mate, a confidante…my best friend.

She wanted Drake Walker for that.

Shame…there is a certain taste to it. Extremely spicy? Maybe. If so, Riley’s mouth was on fire. She pushed herself up from lying down on her side and gently tossed the laptop onto the bed. If there was anything she was ever sure of in life, it was that Liam loved her and always had. Those words she just read, were meant for her, in the here and now.

Her stomach began to twist and turn, a sour taste rising in the back of her throat. She eased herself from the bed to stand, wiping away the steady streams of hot tears that moistened her cheeks.

She ran to the bathroom, shutting the door and fell to her knees before the cold porcelain, emptying the foulness of her betrayal inside of it. Feeling miserable for hurting Liam and causing him such pain.

“Mommy?..daddy?”, Nikolas called out as he sleepily entered his parents empty bedroom.

Without a reply, he stepped in further, his little, beady blue eyes darting around, seeking to find his mom and dad, his ears perking up at hearing the shower running.

Nikolas decided to wait for them to come out of the bathroom, not knowing Liam had stayed in his study last night. Grabbing onto one of the large wooden posters at the foot of the bed, he placed one foot on the frame and hoisted himself up, crawling playfully to the center.

He rose to his feet and jumped up and down several times before landing on his backside with a high bounce, giggling with pure delight. Riley’s laptop caught his eyes, resting on her pillow, open wide with the screensaver of a half naked, Ryan Reynolds bouncing around consistently. He perched himself on the edge of the bed, his short legs swinging freely over the side, as he laid the laptop in his lap.

He knew he wasn’t permited to use electronic devices without adult supervision, however, in his mind, that was not something he was concerned with. His tiny finger ran over the touchpad as his ears listened intently for the shower to stop. Nik’s eyes narrowed on the words that flashed before him, his hand cupped over his mouth….“daddy did what to Aunt Hana?”…..

Returning to my room at the estate, wounded and dispirited, I pour one drink after another, drowning my sorrows. My ultimate goal was to feel nothing, to forget the love of my life ever existed….if only for this night.

Soon, the dizzying effects of the alcohol begin to take its hold on me. I shed my suit jacket, feeling warmth, tossing it absentmindedly on the bed. I began to roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt, when a gentle knock alerted me to the door. I stumble haphazardly across my suite to see who it is at this late hour.

Hana and Maxwell stood opposite of me with looks of concerns and disappointment.

(Hana)

Maxwell and I stand before Liam, who looks like he has spent the evening wallowing in what Riley and Drake had done to him. By now, the entire court and press had gotten word of their very public display of affection….if thats what you would call it. When Maxwell and I were made aware of the situation, we thought he could use a friend, a shoulder to cry on, and-The Game.

The King invites us into his lavish executive suite, lit only by the moonlight’s glow through the clear glass of the balcony door. A near empty bottle of scotch sits on the coffee table in front of the sofa with a pack of cigarettes and a full ash tray.

“Liam”, I wrap him in a warm hug, “we are so sorry for what happened. Is there anything we can do?”.

“Yeah, buddy”, Maxwell said with an encouraging smile, “we came to cheer your up”.

Liam crosses to the center of the room and slumps down onto the couch, grabbing the bottle of scotch, “I appreciate that, but…I don’t think anyone can help me tonight”.

I look to Maxwell, who gives me a knowing look and a nod. We avert our attention back to the King who is lighting up his next cigarette and falling back into the couch.

I wink at Maxwell. It’s time.

Maxwell and I move to the sofa. He plops down on the end opposite of Liam and I settle myself in between them; there was only enough room for the three of us.

(Liam)

I’m grateful that Maxwell and Hana are so concerned for my wellbeing, however, I really just want to be left alone.

Hana shifts next to me and places a delicate hand on my knee. If I weren’t so inebriated, that act alone would seem almost inappropriate for a lady of my court. I take a quick draw and exhale the toxic fumes towards the ceiling.

“Your Majesty”, her voice sweet and low, “Maxwell and I would like to play a…"game”..with you.“

I smile at her and lightly squeeze the hand she has resting on my knee, “I’m not really in the mood for games..maybe another time”.

“Come on daddy, play the game with Uncle Max and Aunt Hana”

I catch Maxwell’s hand moving just below the hem of Hana’s knee length dress, gliding under the fabric as he caresses her thigh, inching higher and higher. I quirk my brow, curious at to what this knucklehead was doing.

Hana closes her eyes, appearing to melt into his touch, soft moans escaping her lips. I scoot further away, unclear as to what the hell is going on.

The intricate lace of Hana’s light pink panties become visible as Maxwell’s finger disappears under it. Her usually, elegant hand, pressing him further and deeper into her. I avert my eyes and begin to whistle uncomfortably, wondering if these two came to cheer me up by…fucking in front of me?

Hana’s sultry voice beckons for me. “I dare you to touch me too, Your Majesty”, an inviting grin appears on her face as Maxwell removes his fingers from her. To say I am baffled would be an understatement, yet, my cock starts to harden with anticipation.

“Do it, do it, do it”, an oddly subdued Maxwell begins to pressure me with a shit-eating grin.

I shake my head insistently, “I..I can’t touch Lady Hana like that”, I wanted to, she’s gorgeous and talented, and by the looks of Maxwell’s glistening fingers, fucking soaked. I lean forward and put out my cigarette, planning to get away from whatever the hell kind of game these two are playing. I’ve played Monopoly, I’ve played checkers, never have I “played” Stick a Finger in The Pussy.

My heart races as she grabs my hand and pulls it towards her. I hesitate, but, dammit, I’m only a man. My fingers roam over the wetness of her panties, I can smell her essence and it completely overcomes me. I make my way under the lace; she is warm and slick. I begin to move with precision through her folds and she groans my name. Hana’s giftedness never fails…I can honestly say, I do feel a little more cheerful afterall.

Through her moaning, she dares Maxwell to suck my dick. I laugh, oh the Hana…she’s such a jokester, until that son of bitch gets up and kneels before me. In my drunken state, I don’t move as my lifelong friend unbuckles my leather belt and slowly unzips my pants. He releases my cock from its confines…is this really happening? Hana squirms under my touch and I can tell she is close to the edge, as Maxwell’s hot tongue curls around my shaft.

“Nikolas!”, Liam’s voice booms disapprovingly as he stands at the doorway, “are you on your mother’s laptop?”

A panic-stricken Nikolas, jolts from being caught, then squints his eyes as he watches his father approach him.

Liam towers over his young son, hands on his hips with a displeased glare. “Well…what do you have to say for yourself?”

Nikolas remains quiet for a moment before Liam presses him again for an answer. Without warning, he cries out, “You are a bad man daddy! A very bad man!”. He jumps off the bed, pushing himself past Liam, wailing and sobbing back to his room, where his door could be heard slamming shut.

The bathroom door opens and a towel clad Riley slips out, “What was that?”

Liam scratches his unkempt hair, perplexed at his son’s outburst, “I’m not sure. I caught him on your laptop before he told me I was a very bad man and cried himself out of the room”

Riley swiveled the laptop he left on the bed towards her, leaning over it in search of what caused her young child to explode. Her lips moved quietly as she read until, “YOU HAD A THREESOME WITH HANA AND MAXWELL?!”, she blinked wildly, “…my baby is gonna need therapy for life”.

Liam grabbed the device from her, “I most certainly did not”. He read the post for himself, gasping at each sentence, nodding his head incessantly, “No…No…animal sounds?…golden shower?…Hana milked our prostates? Drake escapes the dungeon and kills me with marine life?…I didn’t write this, I swear. I only wrote the first part and Bleakmore assured me she would give it a loving ending”.

Skeptical at his story, Riley points to the screen, “Look”, her eyes focus in as she points to the screen, reading aloud, “Never ask a Drake stan to betray him…You’ve been… Bleakmored”. She bites her lip to control the urge to laugh.

“Bleakmored?”, he sighs, “Bleakmored?…I hope she knows she has traumatized our son”, he closes his eyes in disbelief before Riley wraps her arms around his waste and draws him closer to her.

She stares up at her husband with a loving smile and sincerity, “I’m sorry you were Bleakmored…and…I’m sorry I wrote that story about Drake. You are the only man I want, My King”, she trails kisses across his neck and palms his hardened groin, “maybe you can finish your smut where you left off, with me”.

Liam shudders under the intensity of her hands moving in perfect motion, “Only if you let me… milk you, My Queen”.

Riley lips curl into a devilish grin “I’ll get the Vasoline and rubber gloves”.

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