#it's on my arm and boy howdy will I not be okay until I can take that second skin off

[blazetbw-art]

POST EVERYTHING in OCTOBER - DAY 17

i can't believe I still have stuff to post but here we are!

At some point in time, I made it a point to design myself a tattoo. This was the first draft, and I didn't go with it because it felt too gaudy for me.

I like me some guardian lions & space, but went with something more "me".

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[cherrythepuppet]

Corpse puppet [Part 12]

@sketchquill "This is gonna be good" -The war skeleton, Updates are very late due to me currently being grounded Apologies Folks

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"Oh, my dear" Mother muttered as both her and Father looked out the car windows for their Child "Oh, it's almost dawn! Where could they be?!" Mother yelled

"(Y/n (L/n) elopes with corpse! Heartbroken Groom to wed wealthy newcomer!" The town crier yelled "Wealthy newcomer? lt cannot be..." Mother mumbled 

"Did he say corpse?" Father asked "Oh, don't be ridiculous! What corpse would marry our (Y/n)?" Mother said as the driver started violently coughing 

"Oh, Leo! Silence that blasted coughing!" Mother yelled as the driver, Leo, was coughing and holding their throat then they turned blue and fell off the stage coach before dying

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Otto let out a meow as he held wally's bouquet of blue roses in his mouth and contiued walking to the bar with (Y/n) following closely behind

Otto set the bouquet down and (Y/n) picked it up as Otto had ran off, (Y/n) sighed as They entered the bar and could hear wally playing with the piano

(Y/n) watched in awe for a moment before sitting next to him "l...i think you dropped this" They said as they held out his bouquet "l'm sorry...l'm sorry l lied to you about wanting to see my parents...lt's just this whole day hasn't gone quite, well according to plan" (Y/n) told him

Wally didn't answear but he glared at (Y/n) who sighed and put his bouquet on a nearby table before playing a few piano keys 

They looked back at wally to see if he'd smile but he never did so just as (Y/n) was about to leave wally grinned and began playing a few piano keys as well

(Y/n) smiled as they contiued to play along and the two played together for a moment until wally's plush hand came off and twirled around (Y/n)'s arm and shoulder

(Y/n) chuckled and so did Wally as he grabbed his hand "Pardon my enthusiasm" he said "its okay...l like your enthusiasm" (Y/n) said

The two stared at each for a moment as once again it was like they've known each other forever just then-

"New arrival! New arrival!" Sally yelled as she violently smacked a bell with a bat and everyone in town began coming to the bar

"Lights up!" "Hurry up, boys!" "Drinks for everyone"  "Another pint, sir?" "No, no. Just a half" "lt is impossible to get good help anymore!"

Sally pushed through the crowd while dragging poppy with her "Welcoming committee, coming through! Coming through!" Sally yelled as she and poppy went up to the new arrival

"Welcome to the afterlife! My name is Sally Starlet and this is Poppy Partridge!" Sally exclaimed as poppy waved

(Y/n) stared at the new Comer before realizing "Leo!" They yelled as they ran towards the new arrival "Leo! How nice to see-" they paused 

Then (Y/n) realized that Leo's skin was blue "l'm so sorry..." (Y/n) mumbled "Oh, yeah. Actually, though, l feel great!" Leo said with a raspy voice

"Hurry up, boys! Can you not see the new arrival is parched?" Darling yelled behind the counter "Leo, l have to get back! They all must be worried sick!" (Y/n) yelled

"H-how is everyone?" they asked "Well, they're still wondering where you slipped off to Oh, and Mr Howdy..." Leo trailed off as they choose their words carefully

"Yes? Yes, how is he?" (Y/n) asked "Well, he's getting married this evening..." leo mumbled making (Y/n)'s eyes widened "What? Married to who?!" They asked

"Some newcomer, Lady Somebody-or-Other" Leo said with a shrug "But that's impossible!" (Y/n) yelled "Yeah, with you gone and all...l guess they didn't wanna waste the cake" Leo joked hoping it would make them laugh

"But how could he?" (Y/n) mumbled then they began to walk out of the bar "(Y/n)? Where are you going?" Wally asked as he watched them leave...

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"Mr Howdy, we must leave for the church now" The maid told him "Yesterday l thought my wedding would be happy Now l feel like l'm caught in the tide, pulled out to sea" Howdy mumbled 

"The sea leads to many places, dearie Maybe you'll land somewhere better!" The maid said hoping to cheer him up

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"With this candle, l will light your way in darkness. With this ring l ask you to be mine" Julie said as she put the ring on Howdy 

"l now pronounce you man and wife!" Pastor Kermit announced.....

[mishapocalyse]

hii!!¡ ✨so i hav an idea for a request!!¡ and it just came 2 me but yegh I wud love if u cud do a lil sumthin wiv female reader wher ur at the fairground? mayb tryin rlly hard 2 win a game so u can get a huuge teddy n who else shud come along but soldier boy himself n he wins it 4 u n ofc ur starstruck!!🤩🧸✨ idk mayb he's ther 4 publicity prob but do whatever i luv ur writing so hav fun n run wiv it lol💕🍭 tysm bby!!✨υ´♡⁠ ﻌ ♡⁠`⑅υ

Three in a Row and You Can Get The Girl

Description: You wanted that giant teddy bear and you were not going to leave the fairground until it was yours. It really helped when America's masked crusader comes to your aid.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language. Sweet, toothache cuteness

Note: This request is another fave and I love it so much. My heart yearns for sweet Soldier Boy. Also to add--some do not understand the idea of fan fiction and how you can ultimately change a bit of the character's personality to your liking. That is the entire idea of fan fiction. Yes I know Soldier Boy is as a whole-a butt, and is overall written as a terrible person. However, I like to think that in the presence of women- from what I have seen from small parts of the show, he had some potential to be super sweet to women.

Also...I can do what I want.

"Ah, I'm sorry pretty lady, but you need about five more wins if you're wanting the 62" teddy." The service worker at the ring toss stand politely told you, as you deflated, a bit disappointed.

You stepped to the side not wanting to get in the way of others, but you were seriously eyeing that teddy for yourself.

You had come to the fairgrounds alone since your date had stood you up for the third time this week.

You didn't care though. You only knew the guy a few months.

Besides, you were at the fair, having fun. Riding rides, eating the amazing food from some of the vendors, and playing the games with such confidence that probably by the end of the night you will win that huge teddy.

Hopefully.

"Wanna try again? " The service work from the ring toss said.

You thought about it for a second before nodding and putting away the container of food you had gotten earlier. Stepping up to the plate, you readied yourself for yet another round of ring toss.

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Soldier Boy huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We are so sorry that this happened. We had no idea that Homelander would be here. He didn't even book a venue-" The super soldier held up a hand to his PR committee.

"Shut up-just shut the fuck up. Christ on a cross, I need a fucking minute." With that, he stumbled out of the tent and out towards the rest of the fair.

It was supposed to be his publicity "Welcome Back" stunt, but the caped dickhole had to come and ruin it. Soldier Boy grumbled as he walked around, trying his best to collect his thoughts before he did something stupid. Rounding a corner, he stumbled into the rows of games.

"Ah, you almost got it honey! I'll let you try one more time for free okay?" Soldier boy heard loud and clear.

Then his eyes landed on you.

You were leaning forward trying to throw the rings on the bottles in front of you. You would get a couple and lose on the last throw. It was always the last throw with those things.

"Sorry sweetheart. You played a good game! Maybe next time you'll win the big guy. I mean, you could get it in a different way- if you know what I mean" You smiled sweetly in return until he had said that last part and you immediately frowned.

Soldier Boy didn't know what he was doing, but before he know it he had walked right up to the stand and wrapped his arm around you instinctively.

"Howdy there darlin'. Been looking everywhere for you. Which one are you trying to get?" They way you stared at him made him feel a different type of way. The service worker stumbled over his words while Soldier Boy placed a twenty dollar bill onto the counter.

"I got you, Princess." he says as you continued to rack your brain around what had occurred.

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"Uh, good game...sir." Soldier Boy plucked the giant bear off of the hook and held it towards you. You grinned as you hugged it.

"I'm taking both of these--show some goddamn respect to the ladies. Get fucked." Soldier Boy said as he plucked another bear off of another hook to carry and to give to you later.

You had thanked him profusely and stumbled over your words. You told him he did not have to do any of that.

"I wanted to. Saw the way you looked when you tried your hardest to win that stuffed animal."

"It was pathetic." You finished his statement with a laugh.

He chuckled along with you.

"Not exactly. Thought it was mighty cute if I'm being honest." He reached over to pat your head.

"Hey! Soldier Boy! We need you for photo-op! Where the hell have you been?" The two of you looked at each other, before Soldier shook his head.

"I have to get going. Mind taking my place with the other big guy?" He asked holding out the similarly fashioned teddy bear.

You nodded quickly as you reached out to grab the bear from his hands.

"What was your name again?" He questioned, not yet letting go of the bear in his hand.

"Oh, I never told you my name, It's Y/N. Y/N L/N. You?" A spark in eyes appears as he lets go.

"The hero name is Soldier Boy, you probably already knew that. But you can call me Ben, Princess." Smiling a goofy smile you shake your head and wave your goodbyes. Turning, you could hear him call after you.

"Meet me at the concession stands near the Funhouse later! Wanna' win some more things for ya'." You gave him a thumbs up, as you finally decided that maybe, just maybe, getting stood up was not such a bad thing to happen as you had thought.

[hannibalzero]

Loving Arthur

Charthur dabble

🦌🦬🦌🦬

Arthur was capable, Charles didn't have to worry much about his safety.

……most of the time.

Especially now that the gang has settled a bit, Hosea’s snake oil turned out to be very good whiskey.

True Dutch and Micha where still plotting something. But not having Arthur work the jobs for them and do all the leg work?

Those plans seemed to fizzle out like old cigarettes embers.

Arthur was strong, smart (despite what he would say) and was so damn quick with a gun.

Charles knew the love of his life would survive.

But the sight of Charles's beloved mate tanning the hide of a jaguar, hit a nerve.

Normally Charles wouldn't mind Arthur hunting big game, it was impressive. From a poor hunter to a master class one Arthurs skills had grown.

But Arthur was pregnant. Hardly a month or so, Kieran oddly had a skill when it came to babies? Like he knew Arthur was pregnant before Arthur did.

He had told Charles he was going fishing just down the way. Told Charles he would be safe and not to worry. Judging by the hanging corpse of a jaguar that's not what happened.

“Arthur.” Charles walked over to him, crossing his arms over his chest.

The outlaw jumped a bit holding the fleshing knife still. “Howdy Charles, how was ya-” Arthur's voice slowly died in his throat receiving a pointed look from his Alpha. “I…um…can explain?”

“I would love to hear it, how did you catch a jaguar while fishing?” Charles asked keeping his voice quiet and even.

Innocent until proven guilty and all that.

“I promise ya I was fishing, pretty bluegill just down the way. I was sitting down, drinking all that water ya asked me too and even ate.” he offered up. “I was packing my basket of fish to go, looked up and there it was. A whole jaguar!” Arthur shifted as told his story. “Started running for me, I was able to shoot it before it got too close.”

Charles looked at Arthur and slowly looked at the big cat. He covered his eyes and gave a low grown. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

“Naw, didn't even touch me.” Arthur rested his thumbs in his (much loser) gunbelt. “I'mma sorry, I didn't think-”

“It's fine Arthur. I'm glad you're okay, baby okay too?” Charles asked.

Arthur nodded slowly. “Yeah, had Mrs.Grimshaw check…baby is fine.”

“What am I going to do with you, crazy white boy? Strange things happen to you.” Charles pulled Arthur close and kissed him. “…..now…the pelt is beautiful…what are you planning on doing with it?” he asked resting his arm over Arthurs shoulder.

“Aw hell, i dont know. I'm still shocked you wanna be around me. Maybe keep me on a leash?” Arthur joked into the kiss. “Oh the pelt? I was thinking…i don't think I could use a stroller for the baby. I need to work and I ain't gonna dump our baby on people…was thinking of a backboard? Big enough for you and me to be able ta wear.”

Charles nodded thinking it over. “I get what you mean about strollers, I've only seen them in places with streets. Bulky and metal.” he looked at the pelt. “A backboard is a good idea, I'm not sure how to make one…”

“Figured next time we visit Eagle flys and Rainfalls we would ask?” Arthur suggested. “Being the best leather and hide we got?”

“I would like that.” Charles gave a nod. “But if you get attacked by another Jaguar, I think I'll die.”

“Oh no you ain't! Ya gotta stick around with me. Can't die until I do.”

Charles laughed loudly. “Love you too.”

[luckycharms1701]

Howdy Friendo *tips hat with a sheepish smile*

Pleasure being able to read a handful of your delightful little shorts thanks to a dear friend of mine (the little turd bless her heart 🙄😆🧡) and wanted to express my impressment with your stories. You truly have a gift with words! I was wondering if I might make a request? No worries if you don’t have the time or energy to do so (must take care of that beautiful mind first and foremost honey)

But how would the Bay/Rise boys (you pick) react to their S/O calling them, obviously having been crying and saying “I need you”? I’m curious to see to see your take on it my dear, but again take care of yourself first please and know how wonderful you are!

howdy anon-chan!! *curtsies*

thank you very much for saying such sweet things!!!!!!!! 😭😭 i’m really really (two reallys!) glad you’re enjoying my silly little turtle thoughts

i really hope you’re still around lol, i know this ask has been in my inbox for a While. happy to talk about this though, it’s sweet to think about!

the rise boys struck me upside the head with this one. i had fun, thanks for asking!!

Raph- “I’m on my way!”

Raph is up and out of the lair practically before you finish your sentence, grabbing his sweatshirt if it’s daytime. Doesn’t think about Leo’s portals, doesn’t think about the Turtle Tank or the Shell Hogs, just runs. He is on the phone with you the whole time he’s on his way, asking if you need him to pick anything up. He tries to ask what’s wrong, but you just sniffle, so he doesn’t push it. It’s quiet until he lands on your fire escape and hangs up. The second he’s in your apartment you’re in his arms. “It’s okay sweetheart, Raph’s got ya.” He lets you do whatever you need to do, cry or beat on him or pace, but he’s touching you the whole time. He’ll get a little upset if you don’t want to tell him what’s wrong but he will also get over it because he understands. Holds you all night long for like a week afterwards, to protect you.

Leo- Shing

He is already in your apartment, hanging up his phone while the portal closes behind him. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong hermosa?” He grabs you and tangles you with him on the couch, until there’s no telling where you end and he starts. He wants to talk about it. But he will ramble on about whatever pops into his head while stroking your back until you calm down. Once you’ve calmed down though, he will coax it out of you. If it’s something that he can fix, it gets fixed immediately and with extreme prejudice. If it’s not something he can fix, prepare to be pampered. This turtle will worship the ground you walk on when you let him.

Donnie- Click

Hopefully you’ve been around long enough to understand how Donnie works, because he did not just hang up on you because he doesn’t care. He proves that by showing up at your apartment a bit later with your favorite takeout, favorite candy, a giant cat plush, and your favorite movie. He’ll let you do whatever you need to do while you watch the movie, whether that’s curl up on his chest, lay your head on his lap, or cuddle with the cat plush on the other side of the couch. (He might get a little jealous of the plush if you choose the last option, but he won’t say anything. Yet.) After the movie, he’ll tell you that he’s willing to listen if you need to talk. You need to be careful though, because if he finds out someone hurt you, it’s jover. No more Mr. Nice Donnie.

Mikey- “Leeeeo-” Click

Mikey tumbles through the portal and promptly bundles you up in a blanket and sets you on the couch. He bustles to the kitchen, chattering at you while he makes tea and whips up something quick to eat. he sets it down on the coffee table and then starts hand feeding you, still chattering away. once the food and tea are gone, he pulls you into him, blanket and all, then asks what’s wrong. he’ll listen, he’ll give advice, he’ll sit in silence with you, whatever you need. he won’t leave though, not even if a mission comes and his brothers need him, not until he’s made you laugh. it doesn’t take all that long, he’s got a talent for it. he stays a few extra days anyway, just because he missed you (and to make absolutely sure you’re okay now).

[alasse-earfalas]

My favorite parts of Dawn pt. 2

In page order, with and without commentary.

This is my favorite expression so far in this comic, oh my heck. 😂

2.

The boys know about Twi's sumo career confirmed.

3.

THIS ENTIRE FREAKING PAGE.

Wild's FACE. He's so happy and relieved and just just-- 😭💖

Sky gets there last. chef's kiss~

Wind's smug af face lookit the leetol gremlin, Wind what did you tell them all anyway? 😂

Sky gets about halfway to loading the Scrunchy Nose Of Doom™ just from being told to hurry up before--"GASP!!" and sweet mother of Hylia does that tell us a ton about how much stress he's been under!! "Sky hides/buries all of his stress and focuses on helping/comforting others until he can't take it anymore and snaps" freaking confirmed.

"Howdy."

Sky takes like 10 seconds to say "oh hi oh wow you're alive that's awesome yay!" to Twi before stepping aside because he knows Wild is dying to see Twi (and the fact the Wild stepped aside at all, y'all are too self-sacrificing my lads 💖)

4.

5.

Magic arm bandage pops into existence for one frame and then disappears forever.

6.

Wild honey it's going to be okay, you're okay, you're fine I-- 😭

7.

THANK YOU TWILIGHT 💖😭💖😭💖 this is the most important panel in this update I will not be swayed from this opinion

8.

My lad Sky sprints up the stairs, says his bit, and then immediately is like plop. 😂💖

9.

Maybe it's just 'cause Wind happens to be the closest, but I feel like there's more to this. Maybe Wild is sort-of explaining why he took that attack so readily, or he's trying to smooth over previous arguments or something. Either way I wanted to point it out.

10.

Visual storytelling!!! Broken sword = broken friendship! Honestly I think Wild is over it, he's owned up to his mistakes and been really chill about everything. But Four is still hurting. He takes friendships very seriously and I love to see this from him, doing absolutely everything he can to set things right in his own conscience. Absolute lad.

[delivish]

Hello! Any fun Bradley/Butters head canons you would like to share? 👀👀👀

OH, BOY-HOWDY, DO I!! I hope you enjoy these notes and musings:

Bradley is slightly older—like a year, year and a half. He has these big soulful hazel eyes and grows his curly blond hair out kinda longish; Bradley is very much a blond Timothée Chalamet-type as far as looks in my mind palace. I like imagining Bradley a little bigger and taller than Butters (but I'm a tall Butters truther, so it wouldn't be by much!)

Bradley refers to Butters as 'Leo' exclusively. ;') Butters tends to call people by their full given names (Eric, Stanley...), so he never, ever shortens Bradley's name. Kenny is the only person he'll call Ken. Who knows why that is!!

It was love at first sight for Bradley. Butters doesn't realize this until much later...

Butters and Bradley exchange numbers after camp. Bradley is so nervous he stammers and chews his fingernails so badly he makes them bleed. When he finally works up the nerve to ask Butters for his phone number, he immediately apologizes for asking, telling Butters, “Only if you want to! Y-you don’t have to! It’s fine!!” But Butters just grins and tells him, “Aw, gee, of course you can have my number, buddy!” They don’t have any paper, so Butters writes his number on Bradley’s arm in a Sharpie marker. Butters has no idea why Bradley was so nervous to ask for it in the first place.

Bradley and Butters text daily. Bradley doesn’t live in South Park, so it's a long-distance friendship. They exchange gamer tags and discord handles. Butters’ parents are pretty consistently terrible, and Bradley’s aren’t that much better, so they find common ground in venting and comforting each other. Butters happily tells Bradley that he’s probably his best friend, second to Dougie, of course. Bradley shyly tells Butters that he’s his best friend too, then looks up, ‘IS IT NORMAL TO WANT TO KISS YOUR BEST FRIEND.’

Bradley finally works up the nerve to ask Butters for his address because he wants to send him a plush for Christmas. It’s the only gift Butters gets that particular year because he happens to be grounded, and when his dad finally gives him his phone back, Butters texts Bradley, thanking him with a dozen crying emojis. They mail each other simple things pretty frequently after that.

Bradley has at least one more serious attempt at taking his own life in middle school and spends the next few weeks at a treatment center for depressed juveniles—a fact Bradley absolutely HATES at the time but later describes as a “blessing in disguise.” He's allowed weekly phone time between all the groups and individual therapy. Butters is the only one he calls. “Please, Butters, don’t be mad at me.” “I could never be angry with you, Bradley...why, you're one of my best friends. I love you, okay?" "I...I love you, too, Leo."

THIS IS SO CLICHE!! BUT SCREW IT, I LOVE THIS TROPE!! Bradley and his family do move to South Park eventually, and Bradley is very much a man on a mission to sweep Butters completely off his feet ;')

Their first face-to-face meeting in years is a shock to Butters, so now we get my second tired fan fiction trope that I love so much:

"...Oh."

[aries-rp-corner]

The Witch took a heavy risk in going out alone, she felt it was for the best due to her fear that Cipher would easily spot them. She carefully sneaked out and with Lamont’s help, she avoided Cipher’s eyes. Making her way to the caves of what was once Victory Road some years ago, now entering a different cave system…

What felt like an eternity, she finally found a familiar modern Zoroark guarding the entrance. Anastasia popped out from her Poke Ball as she walked up to her dark type counterpart. The two softly nuzzled as Aries made herself known. “Howdy, it’s been awhile, huh?…”

The dark type Zoroark nodded as he and Ana entered the cave. Aries quickly followed after to see the ruins of the castle. “I hope he is here…” She whispered to herself as she descended to the stairs and entered the ruins. Making her way through carefully while following the two Zoroarks, she looked over the ruins of what was once old Team Plasma. She felt sad for those who were part of the original Plasma; deeply believing they fought for what was right…only to be manipulated and tricked by the man she’s helping…she didn’t like it a lot, yet she is doing it to protect those who she calls her friends.

Her thoughts ended as she saw the two foxes stop and looked in a room to find… Him. “N!” Aries called out, as the sound of running footsteps made the man turn around to see her.

“Aries!” N spoke with joy, as the two embraced each other. “I’m relieved you and your Pokémon are okay, I’ve heard that Cipher has been getting worse by the day…” He looked worried, as he saw Aries' face begin to tear up.

“Yeah…and I feel like they’re doing a great job of breaking me…N…I’m scared for everyone…Both sides of Plasma, the people I befriend, my own Pokémon…as well as You and your own Pokémon… They are after the three Legendary Dragons to create the Original Dragon again…Cipher is hurting Pokémon and people to get what they want and…it’s scaring and breaking me…” She frees N as she holds her arm for comfort. Tears swelling up as they begin to fall. “I’m failing everyone around me…I’m failing you…I’m failing my own family… I’m…not doing enough…” Aries spoke with a broken voice as tears fell more, until feeling hands cupping her head as she looked up to N.

“You are doing the best as you can, Aries. Cipher is doing this to make you FEEL that you are not doing enough…they are wrong. You’ve done so much for everyone, a rare chemical reaction that I’ve seen so far! I believe if you haven’t helped Neo Team Plasma…Unova and the entire world would be in danger once again… Don’t you ever give up for what you truly believe in. Keep fighting till the end, but always remember this: You are not alone in this fight anymore.” N gave a supportive smile to the Witch, making Aries’s tears stop for a bit as she blushed.

Soon Aries gave a smile as she held his arms while he was cupping her head. “You goof…I’m only a Fool with the Slowest Heart…yet hearing that from you…I’m glad I’ve met you and everyone. You, my Pokémon, my family, and friends…you guys are the only reason why I have to keep going… Thank you for reminding me of that, love.”

(OOC: I hope you enjoy my attempt on drawing and writing about N here TuT and I wanted to make something wholesome since Aries is facing shit ;u;

And oh boy, I hope nothing bad happens here ;u; (Cipher, don’t! Including you Ghetsis! >:,o) Note: Aries is unaware that N’s father is Ghetsis. So she’s in for a surprise ;u;

If anyone wants to join in, ya are free to rp about this one. I just wanted to draw and write something wholesome. :,3)

[frankiensteinsmonster]

I went to the Drs today and yesterday :3!!! I got approved for a wheelchair finally! No prescription for it because we're working on getting an official diagnosis but I got the go-ahead from my doc which makes me feel safer in my choice to go through with it, like I truly know what my body needs best, and like I'm being Actually Listened To. They're upping my dose and I'm seeing a psych and a therapist and one or two other doctors who are going to help me get down to what my conditions are, how to manage or fix them if at all possible, and to help me with the pain I've been in

It's fucking frustrating and surreal suddenly being able to go to the doctor (and ADVOCATE FOR MYSELF!!!!!!) after so many years of gaslighting and neglect from everyone around me.

It sucks so bad that it's gotten to the point where I am suffering near constantly, but only have a few moments of clarity from dissociation and severe brain fog to even have an accurate feel for what's going on so I can log my symptoms

And on top of that even feeling like anything I'm going through is even noteworthy is a massive task unless I am literally.... Unable to do anything because I am in full body pain. It's so absurd I'm sat here wondering if my pain is Real or Valid while 2 of 3 of the main segment of my body are so impacted it hurts to move even with my cane, which used to help! And it feels like it's only when all three hurt that I can recognize exactly how disabling my condition is. Like OOP FUCK, OKAY YEAH, NO, THE PAIN IS DEFINITELY REAL NO DOUBT ABOUT IT!! OW!

I essentially left my class an hour early because I just couldn't do it anymore. I was hurting all over, arms, legs, hips, back. Anything with joints in it that moved or held weight was just FUCKED. But I finally have a multi person team that isn't just a PCP who are all working together to help me and!!!!!!! I GET MY FUUUUCKING CHAIR THAT I FOUGHT SO HARD FOR!! FOR VALIDATION AND RESPECT AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT!!!!!!!

Now :( all I gotta do is find a way to Afford it. I'm backed on commissions already and I don't want to take more until I finish them. But yanno. Working is hard when you.... Can't. Really do that. It's stressful but I'm enjoying a moment of peace for today that I am extremely grateful to receive :') bc boy howdy did I need it desperately.

[kharonion]

🎲 hehe 👀

KISS ROULETTE

30. A kiss to the palm of the hand. Picked Gail and Charon, and boy howdy. Even though I haven't written them in a hot minute, they're still so hecking emotional.

He’s a monster. He was made that way, into a weapon constantly set to the grindstone, sharpened and ready for whoever was to wield him—

“Bear. Are you okay?”

The quiet voice is booming in Charon’s ears. It jostles him like he’s asleep, and he blinks back into present to find himself sitting at the table still with broken-down gun in hand. Vaguely, he recalls parking himself there to clean his firearm, as he usually did. Though it never takes him long enough for Gail to express such a concern.

“Yes.” He answers curtly, but it’s quite obvious Gail in no way buys it.

They set their book aside and pat the space beside them on the couch. Green doe-eyes beckon him there. So, he sets everything down just as it is and sits where he’d been invited, with eyes cast down to his lap. Immediately, Gail directs all of their attention to him.

But, they don’t say anything. They never do. Never wanting to push the issue unnecessarily.

“How can you not see me as a monster?”

To Gail’s credit, they (mostly) maintain their composure, but he sees the sheen of tears swelling in their eyes. His hands begin to curl into fists… until a tiny set stops one of them.

“Charon,” they murmur so tender it makes his heart pound against his chest. Gail scoots closer, their arms pressing together, his hand still in that light grasp. “I never could.”

“Why?” He doesn’t intend it, but the question rumbles out as a frustrated growl. Because maybe he is frustrated.

Gail doesn’t flinch.

Instead, they hold his hand much more assuredly. Slowly uncurls his fingers, attentively tracing along each one of them. In a manner that still astounds him, they do not hesitate. Not even across the ragged edges of skin long obliterated or the patches of tendons and muscle rough with a sheer veil. And Gail watches every centimeter their fingers travel.

Finally, they look back up to him, wearing a doting smile, a few tears creeping down their cheeks.

“Because if you were one, you wouldn’t care.”

Where his heart was pounding mere moments before, it now feels as if it has stopped altogether. He’s looking into their eyes, so desperate to find… something. What shocks him the most is not knowing what he’s searching for.

… Was he searching for a reason to not believe them?

And then, Gail brings his hand to their lips. So gently presses them into the palm. 

Kissing a hand scarred by sin.

The air is pulled right out of his lungs. He feels as if he’s going to be sick. But he also yearns to lean into their space, to express what words cannot.

“You’re not a monster… not to me. Some of your pieces are broken, but that never makes you any less of a man. It doesn’t make you any less the man I love.”

Again, they kiss the palm of his hand… and then one of Gail’s thumbs is brushing his cheek. Wiping away the damp trails that’ve formed.

“My love, you treat me… better than I deserve.”

Gail shakes their head. They move even closer, craning up so their lips are so tantalizingly grazing his own. “I never can do it enough to make up for—”

Charon cuts them short with a kiss driven by the longing that’s been bubbling the entire time. He holds them tight, and yet as if Gail is made of glass—like the precious person they are.

“You do plenty, pchelka.”

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The Spiral Eye Traveler part 2

(Ps none of these characters are they all are made by arcadekitten )

(Hyllindrix and jaxter are see running towards the smoke until they reach the bar)

H: well god damn! Was this giant hole always here!

J: No! Not at all those damn Bandits put a hole in the bar wall!

H: hey look i got this im a Sheriff (he is not)

Your town will be fine :)

J: for some reason I'm even more worried now 

(Hyllindrix run in to the bar)

H: HEY WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS WANTS A ASS WOPPING!!

J: how will yelling help??

H: what? This will intimidate them :)

?: HEY! 

J: oh no is them.

H: its who?

V: the names vasilis this is mitzi and Reginald and we are the gem Bandits!

M: ah hell yea!! We stealing your shit boi

R: ( whispering) vasilis you said we stealing the towns diamond and i hate to have to tell you this but we are at a bar. Why are we here?

V: (whispering) yea yea i know don't worry this is part of the plan ;)

R: how?

V:well you see someone in this bar works at the bank and if (vasilis starts yelling) THEY DON'T COME OUT NOW EVERYBODY IN HERE GETS BLOW UP IN THIS BUILDING!!

R: okay calm down vas!! Noone needs to die!

H: yea and noone will not when I'm around >:)

V: the hell are you going to do? Bore me to death? Cuz everyone else I fight just loses to me after just a few turns 

M: oh really! You never told us that you usually lose multiple fights you are in

V: SHUT UP MAN!!

J: yea there right look hyllindrix these guy are a joke don't let them intimidate you i just want to know how they got the bombs?

V: oh look what you done now they he knows

M: shit sorry :(

R: surprised he didn't know before

H: oh if thats the case this fight should be easy!

J: oh! Yea right you're a Sheriff right! Then they should be easy for you!

H: yea with my 1 year of Sheriff training in High School this should be easy >:) (right.. He said nervously)

J: (omg) are you actually a sheriff or were you just lying!

H: lying :)

J: i hate all of you.

V: look i don't care about pedantics we fighting or not?

H: hell yea we fighting!! Bring it on…uhhhh hey before we fight what are your pronouns?

V: them\they why?

H: can't insult someone without knowing their pronouns first bring it on cunt!!

V: in that case(vasilis pulls out a gun) bring it on fucker!!

H:alright then if you want to die so bad (hyllindrix pulls out a shotgun) 

M: oh yeah killing time ( Mitzi pulls out sticks of dynamite from they're vest)

R:sorry about this i really am but it's just business (he pulls out two double barrel shotguns)

J:well i see where they got the bombs from!

H:OH WOW hey jaxter my good friend can you. Help me (please he said worryingly)

J:look man i would help but I don't know how to fire a gun let alone even have a guns!

H: welp shit ("._.)

H: hey fellas let ta-

V: FIRE!!(vasilis and Reggie start blasting and Mitzi start throwing bombs)

H: oh shit!!

J: oh no! (Jaxter ducks behind cover)

H: (hyllindrix start to desperately trying to dodge and is some how's succeeding) FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! 

J:( whispering) wait i have an idea!!

V: grrr stand still!!

H: oh oh oh what the matter? Can't hit me aw there there i have something that can help you out my guns and fists!! (He shots his gun at vasilis)

V: (they Dodge out the way) HA you miss me!!

H: yea that did but i won't!! (Hyllindrix jumps into the air) howdy cunt!!

M: oh god boss look out!!

V: wait wh-(hyllindrix land on top of them)

H: sorry buddy but we are playing my game now!!( and then he start beating the shit out of them)

V: ow shit!

H: HA HA!!

V: ow ow shit help me idiots im you're boss!!!

M: uh ok!(she tries to get him off this only results in hyllindrix grabbing them and start wailing on them too)

H: HA HA!! Got you!!

M: oh shit!! Ow ow fuck why do you have four arms now???!!!

V: yea what gives??

H: he he he you FOOLS i am made out of 90% slime!!!

V: ( them grab fist and hyllindrix fist and then the fist sticks to vasilis hand) ew he's right what the hell are you?

H: i don't know :D

R: ok this is getting ridiculous and you three just look like idiots… wait. Where is the fox?

J: right here bi-

R: yea no( he grabs jaxter by his neck)

J: EUK..kuk ek

R: listen here you little shit i have I have been trying for years to find her had to pair up with these two idiots that only care about money i don't know what traumatic experience made them like this and i don't care i-

H: what the oh god jaxter!! Wait i have a idea hey Mitzi

M: yea?

H: do you want to have a teammate hug with Reginald >:)

M: first off it would be a sibling hug second off. NO!!

H: well too bad!! ( hyllindrix takes the lighter in mitzi's pocket out lights the dynamite on her vest and then Chuck her at Reginald)

M:ffffffffuuuuuuu

R: (Reginald puts down jaxter and then put a shotgun in his face) so say out of my way you insect or you will be sorry

J: cough cough. Hey you may want to look behind you

R:why would i do that? I already know you're going to sneak attack me so-

J:(Jaxter moves out the way) because of her!

M:ckkkkkkkkkkkkkk

R:oh sh- aAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

:(they they both crash into the wall) 

M:fuck my back…

R: Mitzi what the hell happened why (b:tic tock tic tock) well fuck

Boom!!!(they both go flying out of the bar) 

M and R: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 

THUD!!!( they both hit the ground HARD causing them to fall unconscious)

R: wElp nIGht NigHTzzzzzzzzzz

M: HA Ha THe STars Are PREttyzzzzzzz

H: nice!!!

V:shit!!! 

J: well damn hyllindrix guess your not as dumb as I fought 

V: shit shit shit!!( vasilis runs runs over to the two unconscious dummys) god damnnit you morons get over here(they then put both of them over their shoulders they are somewhat struggling) you won't get away with this You Haven't Seen the Last of The Gem Bandits!!!

H:he he see jaxter told you it would be fine.

J: yea guess you were right you're not so bad after-

(All the town people start cheering) hooray you stop the bandits!! Thank you!!!

H: aw shucks its nothing I was just doing what was right i just made sure the gem was safe.

?: well about that( the mysterious person said sadly)

H: what wha- what do you mean?

?:well my name is Emerald I'm the mayor of the City and i hate to tell you but the diamonds been stolen :(

H: WHAT WHEN??

J: last week I was going to tell you earlier but you know

E:  yea is sucks and i was trying to find someone brave enough to go find it

H: well shit.. But hey i can help!!

E: oh thank god thought I was going to have to convince you to do it in that case you and jaxter can go and find the diamond :)

J: WAIT WHY ME?????

E: because you we're in the fight lol but hey don't worry if you lose your job( what you most likely will because how long you're going to be gone) I'll give you guys $2,000 dollars if  you can get the Diamond back!

J: look that good bit i have n-

H: great come on new buddy let's go find the diamond!! :D( hyllindrix grabs jaxter and then throws him on his horse) lets go!!

J:WAIT I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS!!!!

E: good luck Brave Cowboys!!( please get the Diamond back please)

To be continued 

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ayo!! congrats on 666 <33 I'm not sure if its much of a request but I love how you wrote the demon kids personalities! I was wondering what kids of personalities you would see the other brothers kids having? Hypothetically of course (unless 👀)

BRO- I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while! Fan kids are fun to think about, what can I say? Now, these kids aren’t canon to the Awfully Familiar series, the HOL is crowded enough as is… but I hope you enjoy anyways!

(I’m giving all the kids names just so no one gets confused with which kid is whose)

Levi’s Kid

Uh let’s use probability to figure out how rare children of our snek boy are. The Otaku left the house (unlikely), spoke to a human being (very unlikely), did the devil’s tango with them (impossible)

I’m kidding, but seriously what the fuck why did this human exchange student look so much like Levi? Was that a tail? Hehehe… what a weird practical joke…

(I’m calling this MC Percy. Three guesses as to why)

Okay, onto the kiddo’s personality. I’m picturing them being REALLY hyped and REALLY enthusiastic about their hobbies and isn’t afraid to yammer about them. They’re good at what they do and they’re damn proud of it! They turn their envy into *~inspiration~* and get better at the things they enjoy doing!

In all fairness to Levi, it’s a bit easier for his kid because Percy isn’t literally being eaten alive and consumed by this sin every waking moment of his life… perks of being half human! :D

Percy loves swimming, and the ocean, and fish, and they brought a shark back from the beach- wait hang on a second-

It’s not uncommon for Levi to be hardcore gaming while Percy swims around in the fish tank.

The pair of them have a very good relationship, Percy is kind of Levi’s hero with how eager they are to get better at the things they love doing and how they almost never self pity spiral. The one issue is… ugh… Percy is a 🤢…. Sorry. Percy’s a 🤢 🤢-

They’re A FUCKING NORMIE. THEY DON’T LIKE ANIME!

Other than that, the two get along swimmingly. (Ba dum tisssss)

Percy’s reaction to Levi’s cool military titles is basically “WOAH! YOU HAVE BOATS?! CAN I GO ON ONE?!” And Levi would be a monster to decline.

Percy wore a pirate hat despite Levi telling them numerous times that they were a part of the navy, they CATCH pirates. Which are apparently still a big problem in the Devildom…

Also, Percy and Lotan absolutely adore each other. It makes Levi very happy

Satan’s Kid

Satan’s a pretty charming guy, and it’s canon that he’s amazing at seductive speech craft so it’s no surprise that he was able to seduce a human.

You know what is a surprise? The fact that Satan, the smart one, didn’t think to use protection! Like- DUDE I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU.

Whatever, anyway, when this kid slammed onto the floor of the assembly hall no one had time to react when the kid suddenly grew horns… and fangs… and a tail… OH FUCK THE KID WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR FIRST TRANSFORMATION WHAT THE FUCK-

(For simplicity’s sake, I’m going to call this kid Lyssa, mainly because of the meaning of the name)

The first thing Lyssa did was launch themselves straight at the first person they saw, and I ask you to guess exactly who sits in the middle seat of the assembly hall. That’s right… Satan… yay…

This kid nearly clawed his face off in the span of two seconds and it took Lucifer and Beel working together to drag them off of him and then Asmo had to step in to use his powers to calm them down. Well. That was eventful.

So Lyssa has a volcanic temper and they’re honestly really bitter and upset at everything, which is something that’s supposed to come in adult life, not so early. So what’s up with this kid? Well, when you’re born with a burning rage deep inside you that can be set off at even the slightest inconvenience and because of that everyone around you immediately assumes you’re dangerous or crazy can really do some damage to a kid.

So who oh who is Lyssa going to blame for this…? Hmmm… who is responsible for the anger? *Side eyes Satan*

“Wow, this kid is blaming me for passing down my wrath even though I couldn’t control giving it to them and if I had the choice I would have made sure they wouldn’t have to live with it and they’re mad at me for subjecting them to existence itself… wow this feels so bad :( who would treat someone like this..?” “*Dad sigh*”

The two of them do eventually get along. It’s actually Satan who extends the olive branch and offers to help them control their anger. As the two spend time together, Lyssa’s intense hatred slowly subsides.

So… what’s Lyssa going to do now? They’ve spent so much of their life being defined by their anger… who the fuck are they????? U-uh… cats! Cats! Lyssa likes cats! Is liking cats a personality? No? Okay… um… Music! Music is relaxing! Lyssa likes music! Um… um… ooo- look at that! They like space! And stars!

You knew what they don’t like? School. Lyssa doesn’t like learning in a controlled environment where they’re being told what to learn. Leave them alone so they can go read about space.

Beelzebub’s kid(s)

*munch* *munch* *chew* *chomp* huh, *chomp* why does the takeout- I mean the human look so much like him…? They’re his kid..? *choke* *cough* *cough* …Huh. Want some chips?

Surprisingly chill first meeting. Well, Beel and the kid were chill, everyone else was freaking the fuck out.

I’m calling this kid Pepper. Why? Fucking guess.

Pepper themselves is just… chill. They’re sort of like a capybara, their vibes are just so immaculate that everyone wants to hang out around them.

Unlike Beel, Pepper’s penchant for food mainly comes from “food is good.” instead of “my body is literally eating itself alive every second of the day and I need to be eating something at almost all times in order to stave off a rampage.” Beel is very happy that his kid doesn’t have to live with food constantly on the brain.

All was well until three days into the exchange program when Pepper asked at the dinner table “so when are we bringing my twin down here?”

…twin genes man… twin genes…

Second kid, I’m calling them Cane. (CANE PEPPER, GET IT?! GET IT?!) this kid is less like a capybara and more like a honey badger. They don’t give a shit.

Here’s the thing though… they’re identical twins.

Cane is basically Beel but smaller. They follow Beel to the gym and usually get stopped at the door. “Kids aren’t allowed in the gym.” Ha, the rules don’t apply to Cane, they just cross their arms and raise their eyebrows and whoever is stopping them just steps aside. Don’t fuck with the honey badger kid.

Pepper and Cane are super close though, but don’t ask if they have a telepathic link or something, Cane will fuck you up and Pepper won’t be able to stop them. (I know a pair of identical twins, and the amount of times they’ve been asked if they can read each other’s minds is enough to make anyone homicidal)

Belphegor’s kid

*squints* how’d this happen..?

Whatever. When Belphie’s kid woke up on the floor of the assembly hall everyone took one look at this kid and collectively went “shitballs”

Belphie was in the attic and his kid was wandering around the house like they ran the place! What the fuuuuuuuuck was Lucifer supposed to do with this????

Anyway, meet Arien.

Arien, how does one describe this little hellspawn? Well, one would call them the brood of Lucifer or the spawn of Satan but that would be false because this manipulative evil devil-child that crawled straight out of a teacher’s nightmares is BELPHIE’S kid. And it fucking SHOWS.

This kid won the demon/human genetic lottery and they’re going to make it everyone’s problem. Basically, they’re sin is sloth, but unlike Belphie, Arien’s is more voluntary, if that makes sense. They sleep and slack off because they like not doing work, not because they’re always tired. They have this sort of lazy relaxed facade that vanishes the second it’s not needed, it’s honestly kind of terrifying.

They quickly learn that if they just pretend to be having troubles with being constantly tired, the rest of the house will go easy on them if they miss their chores and schoolwork.

Jeez Louise when this kid met Belphie…

They both just stared at each other for a solid five minutes before anyone said anything. Belphie somewhat nervously started up his “oh woe is me get me out of here :(“ charade, and the kid played along for a few weeks, until of course, they got suspicious.

You remember how Belphie guilt spiralled with L!MC? Yeah imagine that but 40 times worse, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

But yeah, blah blah blah Arien breaks Belphie out, they don’t die, family’s back together, happily ever after. But not quite. Arien’s “oh no I’m sorry I’m sleepy…” charade was found out and boy howdy was everyone pissed.

Surprisingly, it was Belphie who gave Arien the wake up thwack, but Arien called Belphie out on his laziness so Belphie was forced to become a better example.

The way they fixed Ari’s behaviour? Extra chores, extra schoolwork, extra everything, and the boys did nothing to help. Basically, “this is how we felt! Deal with it!”

It worked… thankfully.

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Such a damned hassle...

***Reader Request***

Word Count - 1,500

Perspective - 3rd person, Daryl’s POV more or less

When - party at the CDC, y’all

Relationships - Daryl is confused and annoyed by how he’s starting to feel all nervous around the reader. And reader is dRuNk.

Genre - fluff and hopefully kind of funny

Pronouns - not mentioned or specified, used they/them

TWs - intoxication and some language (Daryl can be a potty mouth)

“Hey you, boy. Outta my room.”

Oh man, how drunk was Y/N? Because that was all slurred. And why were they telling Daryl to get out of his own room?

He kept walking into the room (his damned room) towards the cot he’d set up. Oops, shit, he stumbled. Daryl supposed he was pretty drunk too – but not Y/N’s level, no way was he that wasted. Just look at them, spinning around on the office chair like some kid.

“Daryl, my good lad! You must away, my Appalachian friend! For I do not wish to share my lodgings with anyone!” they sing-songed at him. Yeah, that’s right, sing-songed. In some accent, too, like...British or whatever. And “my good lad?” The fuck?

“Oh but hold the phone!” They stopped spinning on the chair by grabbing the desk. “What have you got in that leetle bottle there?” Uh, alright, what accent was that one? Russian or something?

Daryl supposed that at least they weren’t singing no more.

“Ah, and he still has his leetle bottle of Southern Comfort, yes,” they babbled on. Daryl may have grumbled in response just then, but it was pretty damned funny, he had to admit.

“You may be big strong huntsman, yes, but that bottle is far too big for one man to consume!” they boomed. Still in that Russian accent.

Okay, now they were doing that thing where someone pretends to have a lasso. And now they just “threw” it on him.

Daryl grumbled again...then reluctantly went along with the lasso pulls until he was right in front of them.

Y/N lifted up their arms in triumph and cried out “Thank you, good sir!” before taking the bottle from his hands. Also, the British accent was back. They tipped their head back and took a big gulp.

At any rate, Daryl was that close to laughing out loud when he saw their reaction to the stuff.

“Ah, spicy! With essence of, ahem, either cherries or Pine-Sol,” they sputtered.

“Losin’ your accent some there?”

“Or have I just taken on a spankin’ brand new one, Mr. Dixon?” they now drawled, handing him back the bottle of liquor. Good timing, he was in need of another swig right about now.

Daryl sighed. He should’ve known that Y/N would use a southern accent, eventually.

Damn, but did they make an obnoxious drunk. And yes, they were back to spinning around of that chair now.

“Boy howdy, do I enjoy how this accent feels! It’s terrible nice, I do declare!”

“That ain’t what I sound like,” Daryl protested, cracking up despite himself.

“That ain’t what I sound like,” they repeated, and in an unnervingly close mimic of what he actually sounded like.

Oh come on! Now Y/N just flopped onto the cot and started giggling at the ceiling. That was his damned cot.

“You always this obnoxious when you been drinkin’?” he groaned.

“I dunno, you tell me,” they whined back.

He took another swig. “And you’re in my bed, you realize? My room?”

“If it’s your bed, Mr. Smartypants, then why am I in it?”

Damn it, and why was Daryl cracking up again?

“I ain’t my fault this were the only unoccupied room, cowboy,” they went on, slurring their words and...rolling back and forth on the cot? What were they, five?

“Fine, fine, just help me grab another one from the supply closet,” he grunted back. This was ridiculous.

“Oh no, the big strong wrangler is afraid to share the homestead with little ole me!”

What? Share the – what? Shit, and why was he blushing? Damn it, what the fuck? Daryl looked at the bottle of Southern Comfort and glared at it for having made him so drunk he was getting all nervous around Y/N. And that better be him fixing to throw up, and not butterflies in his stomach! Damned hassle, tell you what.

“Wait, I know what to do!” Y/N shouted, standing up on the bed. “Daryl Dixon, I have solved the problem! Solved it like none other before me, I tell you!” They slid back into their British accent for that little announcement. So damn obnoxious.

Oh, were they waiting for him to respond or something?

“What, Y/N?” Daryl sighed.

“I! Shall partake! In my slumber: here!” And they – oh what the hell – they just jumped off the cot and onto the loveseat and then tumbled off. And God almighty, now they were a giggling and laughing mess, half on the floor, half on the loveseat, and they were really leaning into that damned British accent, tell you what.

“‘Tis quite perfect! In situating mine own self upon the loveseat, now I shan’t require the necessity to remove my body from this most wonderful recumbent state to assist you in getting a second cot!”

Where in hell they yank that sentence out of? Hot damn, Y/N…

He huffed, then stomped over to where they were dead-ass lounging on the ground with one leg on the couch. He then bent down, and put one arm around their shoulder to help hoist them up.

“C’mon now, don’t make me do all the work,” he ordered, very annoyed at this point. Whether it was because he felt even more funny in his stomach when he got close to them because they smelled really nice after their shower, or because they’d drunkenly overtaken his room, he wasn’t sure. Maybe both.

“Mm, so demanding, Mr. Dixon. You’re makin’ my heart go all aflutter,” they twittered back, accent reverted back to southern.

But Y/N was...joking, right? And Daryl was...also joking (on the inside?) when he realized that he liked it when they said that stuff, right?

Well, he considered, Y/N was drunk as a damned skunk. And he was also pretty tipsy, so that was probably definitely the reason why he was acting like an idiot. On the inside.

“So convenient that they had a loveseat in their office, right?” they mused aloud. “Oh, and don’t you go tryin’ nothing there, mister, or I shall kick you in the nuts and alert the sheriffs!”

Yeah, more like everyone was being alerted to everything that Y/N was saying this whole time. So damned obnoxious.

And it was so dumb that Daryl found himself holding back another damn laugh when they talked about kicking him in the nuts in that accent. It’s just...it sounded really funny the way they said it is all.

“Oh! Say Daryl, do I smell nice? I showered!”

“Yup, I know,” he responded, exasperated. Y/N was now contentedly sprawled out on the loveseat, so he was doing his best to ignore how they were all splayed out like that.

“Ah, so I do smell nice!” they countered, giggling again. “It was so great to shower with hot water! You showered yet, Daryl Barrel ole chum?”

Daryl Barrel? Really? “I ain’t hopped in there yet, nah. Guess I might.”

“Listen to this guy, free hot shower and he’s like guess I might,” Y/N playfully ragged. But shit, how were they mimicking his voice that well? “Go on, enjoy it while you can. I’ll stay here and keep watch!”

“Keep watch for what?”

“Trouble. Or mischief,” Y/N winked.

Okay, that decided it. Cold shower, not a hot shower. He grabbed some clean clothes (clean-enough clothes) and beelined out of there.

Since when did Y/N make him all...like that? All nervous and shit? What a damned hassle. He was just grateful to get out of that room for a while.

Dale even stopped him in the hall and gently requested “Be sure to turn them on their side when they crash?”

Such a hassle.

So much a hassle that Daryl kept that water as cold as it could go. And riddle him what was with his spending-extra-time-scrubbing-his-armpits-to-make-sure-that-they-were-clean bullshit? And that he brushed his teeth for longer than normal?

Ridiculous.

And wouldn’t you know, in the short time it took for him to wash up and throw on some cleaner clothes, Y/N had fallen sound asleep on that little couch, lights still on.

Daryl grumbled again, tossed his dirty clothes into his bag, turned off the light, and settled himself down onto the cot, arms above his head. Such a damned hassle. It did feel nice to have showered, though.

He looked over at Y/N.

Damn it.

He grumbled yet again, got up, and was careful not to wake them as he turned them onto their side.

There, that should do it. He started to quietly walk back to his cot when he stopped. He looked back again. Y/N was gonna be cold when they woke up after getting so hammered. They needed a blanket.

Ugh. He grumbled one final time, then grabbed his own blanket off the cot and tiptoed back to the loveseat. Carefully, delicately, he draped it over Y/N. They were was still completely out.

Okay, now he could go to sleep. Daryl slumped back onto his cot and settled himself again. As he drifted off, he tried not to think about Y/N or their smile. It was...dunno, nice or whatever.

Ugh. He turned over to his side and got comfortable.

Then to the other side...

Alright, maybe he’d fall asleep on his stomach?

Nope. Back to his back. He suddenly had it in his mind to quickly look up again to make sure Y/N was doing okay.

Yup. They were still sound asleep and breathing evenly. More like snoring evenly, but it was...cute.

At least sleep was tugging at his eyelids now. Good.

Oh yeah, he was definitely falling asleep fast.

And as he finally slipped completely into his dreams, he found himself mumbling “Such a damned hassle...”

[songmingisthighs]

Hooked

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ch. lxii - curiosity killed the cat

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

The three remaining boys, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yunho rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was all about. Though they were nervous, they were also curious and they were not going to be the only ones left behind with the information.

But when they stepped onto the living area, they were confused at the sight upon them.

San and Wooyoung were nowhere to be found, Yeosang had a look of utter surprise which was a rare sight, a teary Jongho was standing next to Mingi who was fully crying, and in front of them was a person clad in a black hoodie and a pair of black sweats. The person's back was to the three so they didn't know who it was.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Hongjoong asked with all the strength he could muster. The others who stood in front of the person clad in black could only look at the leader but weren't able to utter a single word.

Slowly, the unknown person turned their body towards the three. All eyes widened and their breaths hitched, the sight before them was just too confusing to comprehend.

"What are you doing here?" Hongjoong asked.

"And who are you?" Yunho added.

The person took his hood off to reveal a man around their age, charming with a glint of playfulness as he smirked at them.

But before he could introduce himself, Mingi had beaten him to the punch, "this is (Y/N)'s cousin who also studied here," he said. The man nodded and grin widely, "Howdy, I'm Haknyeon," he then stuck his hand out for any of the three to shake, "Joo Haknyeon, pleased to meet your acquaintance,"

Before either one of the three could shake his hand, however, Mingi lunged forward to try and grab at Haknyeon's sweater. Luckily, Yeosang and Jongho managed to hold the larger guy back.

"Skip the pleasantries, Haknyeon, and tell them what you told us" he growled. Haknyeon only raised an eyebrow and smirked in amusement, "wow, (Y/N) was right when she said you're a ticking time bomb. No one is ever THAT happy, ever tried counselling, big guy?" he poked.

Then he turned around to the three still confused boys with a distraught expression, "It's about (Y/N)," he started.

"Oh God," Yunho yelped out, his hand immediately gripped onto the arm of the closest person which was Seonghwa.

"What about (Y/N)?" Seonghwa asked, voice cracking from nerves. Haknyeon looked like he didn't wanna talk, but the hopeful eyes in front of him struck something deep in him, "she... left," he said.

"Yeah, she left us, we know that," Yunho clarified, "no, she... LEFT left," Haknyeon stressed.

The boys behind Haknyeon let out choked out tears once again as the Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yunho felt like their world just shattered.

San and Wooyoung came back from the kitchen, San looking dishevelled and distraught as Wooyoung tailed after him, looking more or less the same but not worse.

"Tell me where she went," San demanded once he fully stood in front of Haknyeon. He was about to grab the stranger's hoodie in his hands but Wooyoung luckily prevented him.

Haknyeon took a step back from San to evade being grabbed, "can't do that, sorry, I promised her," he shrugged simply.

By this point, you could feel the tension in the room. The once sorrowful boys now had veins popping on their foreheads and they seemingly had their brains connected as they took a step towards Haknyeon together. The intruder was cornered in the middle of eight menacing men.

"See, Haknyeon, I told you sticking to the script would've been better,"

All nine heads snapped towards the direction of the kitchen where you stood, hands on your waist and your luggage and bag by your side.

Haknyeon grinned innocently and shrugged, "And where would the fun be there?" he joked, slipping himself from between the boys towards you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and grinned widely at the eight now-dumbstruck men, "If you guys haven't figured it out, I was kidding, (Y/N)'s perfectly fine and she's back, she just needs my help to slip in here as a distraction while she slipped from the back," he said proudly.

But the silence in the room was deafening. Neither one of the boys reacted whatsoever. If you look closely, you're sure that neither of them was even blinking.

Seeing and feeling the tension, Haknyeon cringed and pat your head softly, "yeesh, tough crowd. I'll let you handle them on your own," he said simply before leaving from the back door where you came.

When the door closed behind Haknyeon, you finally realized that you now have to face the consequence of your action.

Luckily, you didn't have to break the silence.

"(Y/N)? Is that really you?" Jongho choked out, surprisingly. Out of everyone there, you thought the first ones to welcome you would've been Mingi, San, or Wooyoung, or even Seonghwa.

A smile broke on your face and your shoulders slumped in relief, "Yeah, it's really me, Ho,"

You were about to take walk towards them all when Yeosang stepped forward with a hand outstretched, motioning you to stop.

"You think you can just easily walk in here and we would just so easily accept you back?" he spat out.

Your feet stopped in its track and your heart dropped to your stomach.

"Accept me back? What do you mean accept me back, was I ever rejected by you all?" you couldn't help but ask, feeling like Yeosang didn't mean what he said.

But you were dead wrong.

"You left out of the blue, without any explanation, leaving us scrambling around like headless chicken looking for you. YOU rejected us first," he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "I didn't reject you guys- oh my God, I had to get away from here for a while and I couldn't tell any of you! I didn't have time because I was pressed, FORCED to leave and having to keep my mouth shut about everything, I was miserable when I left," your voice cracked on its own mid-sentence without you realizing.

A scoff left Yeosang's mouth, "No one forced you to do anything, (Y/N), you LEFT, you CHOSE to do that all on your own," he turned a bit to point at Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho, "You left those three crying their eyes out for you, there wasn't a day when Mingi wouldn't actively go out to look for you with one of the others, do you know that your former RA almost got his ass tied to a restriction order?" he then moved again to point at the three oldest, "Hwa hyung and Yunho barely ate, too stressed to even keep food down, Hwa hyung had to take medicine for the toll of stress on his body and Joong hyung barely went out of his room, he tried to distract himself from the fact that you left without saying anything, some of us had to force him to eat and sleep,"

Then suddenly he gripped onto San's hand and brought him forward. Your heart broke at how sunken San looked, bags under his eyes and he seemed visibly smaller and weaker, "and San here got so depressed that he wasn't able to function whatsoever. I had to make sure he got out of his bed and move around every day or else I'm sure that he would've died," Yeosang's voice cracked as tears began streaming down his eyes.

Yunho took a step forward and look around at everyone, "G-guys, let's calm down a bit-"

But he was cut off by Yeosang who had let his emotion took over him completely.

"You left us! You left us broken-hearted and confused and lonely and ruined! So no, you don't get to waltz here so easily, thinking that we'd just accept you with open arms after the crap you pulled. If you wanted to be a wandering tramp, then why even bother coming back? Did you get bored out there? Or were your conquest turned out to be a failure? We were genuine about you, yet you simply shrugged us off like dust," he screamed at you.

You didn't even realize that your own tears had run down your own face. You looked around for the other boys for help, but neither one were looking at you. They were actively avoiding your stare.

Seeing Yeosang's chest heaving heavily with lips trembling, Seonghwa took a step closer to him and pulled him back slowly.

"Yeosang, come on, man, not like this. Not now. Let's take a deep breath first, okay?" he said softly despite his own obvious bubbling emotion.

Maybe it was the raw emotion and the vulnerable state Yeosang was in, but he simply let Seonghwa drag him back slowly until they both retreated to the stairs.

One by one, starting from Jongho then Hongjoong and Wooyoung, then San slowly followed whilst keeping his eyes glued to the floor, they all left you. Your heartbeat quickened when you watched their retrieving figure, backs towards you so coldly.

Not that you could blame them, Yeosang made a point about you leaving just like that without any notice.

All that left were Yunho and Mingi.

As they looked at each other, you could see that they were debating whether to welcome you or not.

Your hope was immediately crushed as they simply gave you a broken-hearted stare and followed the other six, disappearing to their own rooms.

So all that's left was you, out in the open.

All alone.

Vulnerable.

How you wish you could turn back time and changed your decision.

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[cartoonsaint]

Cowboys frenrey pls and ty? :>

once again i failed to drabble. here's 1400 words about it. rated T mostly for swearing; also contains some mild sensitivity about weight. and hey, happy valentine's day! :)

Gordon dodges left, right, swings around the corner with his gun grasped in sweaty palms to press his back to the wall, breathing heavily. It's no use— he's cornered. He can hear his enemy approaching slowly, toying with him, and he grits his teeth. He's not going down without a fight.

He times it, listening to the double-breaths of his advancing adversary, mapping out his surroundings, counting down—

He darts out, gun up. "Say howdy to my little friend!!" he roars, unloading the last of his bullets, but it's not enough, not even close.

His enemy's first shot grazes his jaw but it's fine, he's had worse, that won't be enough to take him down; two whiz past his ear in quick succession; and then another hits, dead-center, the left lens of his glasses.

"AUGH," he shouts, dropping to one knee. "Ya got me—"

Another shot ricochets off his forehead. Gordon falls to his ass, trying not to laugh.

"Ooh, hittin' a man while he's down, that's—"

His enemy shoots again; this one gets caught in his hair somewhere. He obediently slides all the way to the ground, snickering. He's gotta try to remember that's there next time he's low on ammo.

"Okay, pardner, I know for a fact that was yer last bullet—"

"Benny," Joshie says.

"hell yeah," Benrey says, and Gordon peeks up to see him passing his nerf gun up to the five-year-old riding on his shoulders. "get him bro."

"Hey! No, that's not fair," Gordon protests, scrambling to his feet as his son fumbles with the gun, his tongue out and eyes focused under the brim of his cowboy hat. "You can't share weapons, that's, uh, against the, the sheriff's law—"

"FUCK the sheriff," Joshua announces, and fires.

Gordon takes it like a champ— which is to say he dramatically clutches at his chest with each bullet, dropping back to his knees. "Ooh ah ow oof ough… okay, bud, think you mighta killed me this time…" Joshie fires the last bullet in his clip. It bounces off Gordon's forehead; he chuckles. "Oh, no, actually, now I'm dead. Thank god for that last bullet, huh."

"Dead people don't talk," Joshie informs him, leaning precariously over Benrey's head and incidentally shoving Benrey's hat down over his eyes. Benrey smirks slightly and offers Josh yet another nerf gun, despite the fact that there are only supposed to be three in the house right now.

"better, uh. better hit him again," he says.

"Pretty sure horses don't talk either," Gordon points out, and gets a bullet to his right glasses lens for his trouble. "Owugh, I— you've blinded me! I, I'm gonna need eyepatches—"

"Don't tell my horse what he can do! He's special," Joshie commands as he shoots a couple more nerf bullets into Gordon.

"yeah, you saying i'm not special?"

"No, you're definitely special," Gordon says wryly. "I'm saying you aUPFLUGH—"

Joshie shrieks with laughter as Gordon spits out the nerf bullet that got him right in the mouth. He takes a second on the floor himself, wheezing into his arms. "Okay. Okay, I'm definitely dead, cowboy, you got me."

"DADDY DEAD," Joshie screeches, and Gordon surreptitiously lifts his glasses to watch him. He's got his hands fisted in Benrey's hat, who holds him firmly in place by the legs until Joshie flips forward out of his reach in a somersault. Gordon barely has time to panic before Benrey, his hat still covering his eyes, catches the boy neatly in his arms and sets him gently on the ground. "DADDY DEAD DADDY DEAD DADDY—"

"Whoaaa, kid, relax— oof,” Gordon wheezes, catching Josh in his arms just before he leaps his whole weight onto Gordon’s chest. He’s almost getting to be too big for that. “Yeah, Daddy dead. What do we do next, partner?”

“Ummm.” Joshie’s eyes go unfocused for a long second as he thinks. Horribly fond, Gordon sits up with him and bounces him a few times til Joshie smiles, gap-toothed and sweet as he looks up at Gordon. “We put your dead corpse on the horse!”

Gordon snorts, eyeing Benrey. He’s at least half a foot shorter than Gordon (and hasn’t even bothered fixing the hat still covering his eyes). “I don’t think the horse can carry me, bud, I’m not exactly cowboy-sized like you.” He flicks the brim of Josh’s hat, who pouts.

“But we gotta bring the bad guy back…”

“Aw,” Gordon says, grazing his son’s cheek with his knuckle. “Well maybe you can walk the bad guy back instead? I promise I’ll go back to being dead as soon as we get back to the saloon.”

“no i can do it.”

“YES,” Josh shouts, leaping out of Gordon’s arms to do a little dance. “DEAD DADDY HORSE RIDE, DEAD DADDY HORSE RIDE!”

“Woah, Benrey, you don’t have to,” Gordon starts, but by the time he’s gotten to his feet Benrey’s already sunk to his knees, his back to Gordon.

“nah s’cool, i can do it,” he says mildly. Joshie continues marching around him, hollering his little head off, as Benrey glances back over his shoulder at Gordon like his eyes aren’t still covered by his stupid hat. “unless you’re too scared? josh did it and he’s a baby. you a baby?”

“I’m not a baby,” Gordon says at exactly the same time and with exactly the same intonation as Joshua. They glance at each other, eyebrows raised in identical surprise, as Benrey audibly stifles a laugh.

“ok then get on,” he goads.

Gordon rolls his eyes. “Fine. But if you fu— if you mess up your back doing this, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“mleuh mleuh mleuh,” Benrey says just loudly enough to be heard as Gordon hesitantly steps forward.

Gordon’s a big guy and has been for a while. Besides Coomer and his mecha-implants, it’s probably been something like a decade since anyone carried him, and he kinda doubts Benrey’s gonna be the one to break that streak. But Joshie’s parading around them excitedly and Benrey’s waiting on him, so Gordon awkwardly shuffles forward until he’s practically straddling Benrey’s back while also trying kinda hard to not actually touch him.

“yo,” Benrey says. Gordon glances down at him to find that his stupid face is still covered. “d’you wanna fall.”

“No,” Gordon snaps. “If you’re just gonna drop me—”

“no, m’saying you— you gotta hold on,” Benrey says. “like, up here.” He pats his shoulders. “y’know, like a. hug.”

“This,” Gordon says, backing away, “is so stupid—”

“No! Daddy!!” He feels tiny hands push at his calves. Joshie turns his face up to him, puppy dog eyes on full, and aw, dammit. “You’re dead, you gotta do what I say! Y’gotta hug Benny so you can be safe and we can bring your corpse to the saloon!”

“yeah, s’about safety,” Benry agrees, and the shit-eating grin is only a little obvious in his voice. Gordon groans at the ceiling.

“Fine! Just don’t fuc— just. Just don’t drop me,” he warns, and wraps his arms around Benrey’s neck and shoulders.

Immediately, Benrey’s arms hook under Gordon’s legs. There’s a moment of intense disorientation as Benrey’s knees unbend and Gordon is actually lifted off his feet and into the air, all his weight resting on Benrey’s back and arms.

“Holy shit,” Gordon yelps, breaking his seven-hour-long streak of not swearing in front of his impressionable kid. He unthinkingly tightens his grip around Benrey’s neck, sure he’s gonna fall, til the other man grunts. “Oh— sorry, I—”

“s’cool,” Benrey says, clearing his throat. He hitches Gordon higher onto his back and suddenly Gordon’s almost comfortable, his legs resting on Benrey’s soft hips, his front pressed all along the warmth of Benrey’s back, Benrey’s arms surprisingly solid and his hands cupped berneath Gordon's thighs for support. “i gotcha.”

Gordon makes some kind of noise that he hopes is lost under Joshie’s cheering. Benrey can just fucking pick him up, like it’s easy? No way. It's gotta be some not-human shit or something, Gordon's a full-grown adult—

"you good, man?" Benrey asks, and although he's clearly trying to hide it Gordon can hear a bit of strain in his voice. Not alien shit, then— just Benrey, holding him up. Gordon's not sure what to think about that.

"Yeah," Gordon murmurs instead. He leans a little more into Benrey; he's surprisingly warm. It's nice. "You?"

"yea," Benrey says quietly.

Carefully, balancing himself so he doesn't fall or destabilize Benrey, Gordon tweaks Benrey's hat back into place. Eyes clear, Benrey blinks and looks back at him, startled; for reasons Gordon himself doesn't know, he offers him a smile.

He can feel Benrey swallow. As Joshie cheers and directs them towards the kitchen, Benrey smiles back.

i've got some longer-form stuff to work on in the immediate future but if you like, feel free to send me a "drabble" request with 1-5 words and 1+ characters :) thanks for reading!

[cozymoko]

Howdy! I really like your diabolik lovers writes, I was wondering if you could write for the sakamaki boys when their little sister crawls into their bed in the middle of the night after a nightmare. Hope your having a great day love!💗💖💘

Note: From now on folks put, (R) for a reaction and (H) for Headcanons. :) But I hope your day is lovely as well, I assume you wanted Headcanons like my last post! <3

SHU

Shu would be pretty cranky about this until realizing it was you. He'd pull up the sheets, allowing you to get comfortable, ensuring you are nice and cozy. Then he'd ask you what's wrong. Once you tell him it's a nightmare, he'll roll his eyes a bit, wondering if a silly nightmare is all that troubled you.

Nonetheless, Shu would be quite understanding. He'd hug you close, even taking one of his earbuds out and allowing you to listen. The soft piano lured you two to sleep, while the vampire's head gently rested against yours.

“Silly girl, a small dream has you this rilled up? Come here, listen to this, it'll help you sleep.”

REIJI

To be fair, Reiji might be up already, reading a book peacefully. He'd let you stay up with him, possibly reading his book to you if he's feeling generous. But if he's not awake Reiji would be on high alert anyway as he is a light sleeper.

Reiji will even offer to make you some tea to help you sleep, asking you about your day while he makes it. Or maybe even pat your back 'till you fall asleep. Moments like this are precious to this man, it brings back memories when you were an infant.

“You are far too old for such childish antics, but I suppose I'll let it slide this once.”

AYATO

Ayato wakes up from a sudden pressure on his chest. He'll grunt, not paying attention to you until you call his name several times. Probably irked and will give you an annoyed, "What do you want small fry?" Once finding out it's something stupid hell scoff, and let you into his bed.

He occasionally has nightmares himself, so he knows how you feel. Ayato might tease you a bit for needing some comfort but regardless lets you into his bed. He'll hold your head to his chest while you doze off, creating all sorts of hideous hairstyles while you nap.

“Haha, don't lie, you just wanna sleep in my bed don't cha' kiddo? Hurry up before I change my mind!”

KANATO

Most likely pissed off that someone disturbed his sleep. When Kanato notices it's you he relaxes, though you are exempt from his harsh words. He'll ask you what's wrong and why are you so rattled up or bothering him. Despite this, he's more than willing to let you stay as long as you're relatively quiet.

With enough convincing Kanato might sing you a lullaby, but only for his dearest baby sister. If you compliment him with a sleepy voice he'd be delighted. If you need comfort the most he'll do is hold your hand until your drowsiness consumes you.

“You are loud. Be quiet, Teddy wants you to stop being sad and sleep, so do it!”

LAITO

Much like Reiji, I believe Laito is a light sleeper. So he's awake by the time you open the door, honestly, he can guess what's wrong right away. “Are you okay?” Laito asks once you wiggle into his bed, stroking your hair. The redhead would let you tell him about your horrid dream, finding some fascination in your expressiveness.

Will definitely brush your hair until you fall asleep, it doesn't matter how long it takes. He might even hum you something or play with your hair. Laito is truly vulnerable in your presence and it shows, he couldn't imagine rejecting your needs. You are his closest sibling, and he wants you to have the best childhood.

“Shh~, princesses are supposed to be brave. The scary monsters won't get you, you're a big girl, don't cry.”

SUBARU

He'll notice your presence before you climb into the bed. So he'd pick you up and sit you upright to look at him. "What's wrong with you?" When you tell him it was a foolish nightmare Subaru would laugh, ruffling your fluffy hair. He'd rest his head on his arm and watch you 'till you say something else. It was a fun little staring contest, but Subaru usually wins.

Subaru might be up to some small talk. He'll tell you about his day and maybe even tell you a story. When you start to get sleepy, Subaru will place his chin on your head, rubbing your back rhythmically.

“Me...cool? Tch, go to sleep will ya'? Hey—Don't giggle at me!”