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n0tamused · 4 months

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hi!! i saw that your requests are open so i just wanted to ask if you could write fluffy relationship headcanons of mortefi and aalto with a gn!reader in mind? these two are just so lajdxhanflvksjahsbxjs i really like them a lot <3 (which is why mortefi pls come home pspspspsspsps)

also, i really love your writing!! it induces serotonin and dopamine in me bc 1) characters feel really accurate, 2) the flow and how you write each scene is so smooth and beautifully descriptive, and 3) dialogue feels realistic and natural!! anyways, have a good day!!

A/N: First Aalto request-! Your wish is my command, anon! And thank you so much for your sweet words, they really made my day and reassured me with my writing :) I do hope this can make you happy too, enjoy! <3 And you have a good day too!<3

Aalto:

-Let me say this first- this man has energy for both of you and Encore, he is extroverted so you can rest assured that if you’re not in the mood for much talking that he has you covered. Don’t want to talk to someone? He is talking for you. Don’t feel like running to the store to buy something? He is already getting his boots on.

-Despite having the energy of being too open, discretion flows through his blood and he would never say anything you wouldn’t like him saying to anyone else. You could say you pushed someone down the stairs and he’d be sitting opposite of you like “oh! okay!” and then pretends he never heard of it

-On the topic of that, if you ever need any information, he is your man to turn to, and all information may be yours for the discounted price of 3 kisses, maybe more if he’s feeling cheeky.

-Loves teasing you and getting into playful banter, it’s the sweetest thing to him. Playful insults too, but if you pretend to be hurt, he comes up to you to “kiss the hurt away” and he just babies you until you break character. If he, by accident, really does hit a nerve he drops the play and apologizes quickly, and would probably feel bad about it for longer than he’d let on, but you’d know by the abundance of gifts and the fact he wants to do about everything for you

-He also loves to get a little rough, nothing serious but along with the verbal banter he likes a little bit of a tussle. Interlacing your fingers and pushing and pulling, laughing along with you until one of you loses your balance or yields. Loves to playfight with you in bed too, before you two go to sleep until he traps you in an embrace that you’ll have to fall asleep in

-He can be a pretty hard sleeper, so good luck trying to get out of his hold. He can be easy to wake, he has a sixth sense for danger too

-Despite his big and extroverted demeanor, sometimes he wishes for nothing more but an evening of silence with his head in your lap, sighing softly as you card your fingers through his hair, smiling if you decide to kiss his forehead

-Encore is your big bonding point. She comes with Aalto like a bonus package, and as chaotic as she can be she is really sweet and loves whoever uncle Aalto trusts enough to be his partner

-Sometimes she stays over, and a lot of times you can see her indulge in making little trinkets, some of them which are for you, some for others

-Even at her young age she has lots of stories to share, and her and Aalto make one hell of a story-teller duo

-Aalto does need to go out to business a lot, and sometimes it takes him days to get what he was sent out to do, and in all that time he misses his home (you) greatly

-He can’t guarantee to send you letters in this time period, as even a small mistake can mean doom of his mission, but he does promise to try, if only to lessen your own worries

Mortefi:

-A relationship Mortefi isn’t difficult, and it can be classified as quite the low maintenance. This does not mean he doesn’t love you or give you your due attention and love, it’s just that both of you are busy with your work and separate lives. You two just seem to never lose that spark no matter how much time you spend apart

-He never liked the idea of combining his love life and work life together into one big mess, he knows it carries its own risks and distractions, and in his field of science that is dangerous. And with this his time management between work and you is impeccable

-He is there for you when you need him, and his love language is mainly acts of service.

-Words aren’t his forte and he can find it difficult to express his love, he still tries. Perhaps not with his own lips, but he looks for symphonies of his feelings in other songs and melodies before he shows you the one that encapsulates all he feels towards you

-He is the sort of person to send you random article links, be it about something aimed to improve your health, or links to poems or songs. Just drops them or hoards them in your chats..

-Mortefi is a bit sensitive to smells, he really doesn’t like strong odors unless it's those antiseptic chemicals that keep his lab sparkly clean. So he doesn't wear any strong colognes either. It’s the softer smells he wears, musky with woody accents mmmm

-He is a clean freak and can get a bit snappy if he finds his lab messy due to some subordinate’s negligence or if he doesn’t have time to tidy up his home

-He starts huffing and puffing like a mother hen as he stomps around throwing everything into place, tucking every corner back into its place meticulously

-He cleans his own things, and a lot of times goes to tidy your own things since he’s already at it, and really doesn’t like seeing any sort of mess, small or big

-Does gently remind you to pick up after yourself, whether you’re with him and even more so if you’re not with him

-He is an organized hoarder. He has a whole shelf for his little things, some he made and some he got or found while on field expeditions. He is more than happy to tell you about them if you’re curious about their origins or purpose

-He can sometimes spend a lot of time in the office in his home, working on little projects for the kids that would visit the lab soon, and other time he also spends working on gifts for you

-One of the ways he shows his love to you, besides little practical devices, utility belts and multi purpose watches and compasses, is to make you deserts.

-Sweet treats are his specialty but if you he hears you are craving something savory he does know a few recipes that might be to your liking

-Knows how to whip up a bomb medicinal soup btw, that thing can regrow your limbs I’m sure

-Loves to kiss your nape a lot. Especially in those quiet moments when you’re doing something at home and he just comes up behind you, kissing your nape gently and inhaling your scent

-Loves to kiss your head too. It’s just so practical but also shows how tender he can be, how careful and tender his love is. If you’re hugging him he just turns his head and plants his lips to your temple or the top of your head, sometimes he’d lean in and whisper something sweet to you too

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waywardsou2 · 4 months

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Could you write a headcanon about how neteyam and aonung would be with an aggressive and girlfriend who behaves like a cute little cat towards them(♥ω♥*)

Ao'nung and Neteyam Head Canons / Scenario

A/N: I am so sorry for how damn long this took me to write. I didn't expect so many requests to come in at once, I then got overwhelmed, demotivated and studies got in the way. This is only short but I hope it suffices.

Tags: none really just fluff

Ao’nung

Ao’nung loves his girlfriend but sometimes she scares him, she is courageous and fierce but she can be quite aggressive at times. She hisses at one who comes near her and he is sure that she is often looking for a fight. She doesn’t really talk to anyone much, she stays mostly silent when around anyone that isn’t him.

But when its just the two of them, she is completely the opposite. She is calm and docile, cuddly even. She’ll sit beside him and talk for hours end, way into Eywa’ven* She’ll settle down in their chosen spot by the dunes across the reef and lean against him. Talking about all she had done that day and asking him what he had done.

Those nights they were able to share together were some of the most presious moments to the two of them.

But once Prometheus broke the horizon she was back to her angry self. Quick and snappy. Moving around the village with ease and an agility that would have been more similar to a Forest Na’vi than a Reef Na’vi.

But Ao’nung loved her anyway, just as she loved all of him.

Neteyam

Neteyam was enraptured by his girlfriends feistiness from the moment he had met her. He loved how she took no shit from anyone and wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. She didn’t even need him when arguments go heated, despite him stepping in any time. She would simple place her hand on his chest and he would get the message.

He’d seen her take down several Na’vi tallen than even him, and he was big for his age. She wasn’t playing around when someone messed with her. And if they did, after a tussle with her they never came near her again.

She was calm and respectful when she needed to be, she way trying to stay in the good books with Jake considering he was the Oloeyktan and the father of her mate. Though her fights did often cause trouble that Jake had to come and rectify.

But when she wasn’t being bothered by the other Na’vi and her and Neteyam were able to sneak away to find a quite moment just the two of them it was like all of her energy had been locked away somewhere, store out of sight and she became this docile creature that basked in the attention of her mate.

Together they would sit and talk and play and even go hunting together just to find a moment of peace where they would be disturbed and she didn’t have to get protective and aggressive.

They could just be

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storiesbyjes2g · 9 months

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3.69 Done

I stepped outside to greet Sophia and see why she lingered outside. She stood on the sidewalk with her eyes fixed on her phone's screen. As I approached, I saw pain etched on her face like a tattoo. She wasn't looking at the phone at all; it was just a prop. A stall tactic while she willed herself to be okay. I dashed over and gave her a tight squeeze, assuring her that everything will be fine. It took no time for her to let the weight of her sorrow crash down on me. As tears ran down her face, I whispered reassurances, encouraging her to let it all out. Though I hated hearing her wails of desperation, I'm glad she let go because she'd been carrying that burden for a while. She did what she believed was right, persevering at work because of a long-held dream. But it slowly destroyed her.

When she was ready to talk, she'd talk, so I didn't prod her. I just stood there, being the support and comfort she needed me to me. Moments later, she pulled away and looked up at me with red, glassy eyes.

"Luca?"

I grabbed her hands.

"I'm here."

"You were right."

I honestly hated hearing that, but it was music to my ears. I wanted what was best for her, and that job was not it.

"I'm gonna take a few days off and figure this out," she continued.

"Take all the time you need. I love you and don't want to see you like this again. I got you. Don't worry."

"Thanks. I really appreciate you, Luca. I'm not spontaneous, and I wish I had even half of your confidence, so quitting without a plan has always terrified me. I think I just needed someone to tell me it's going to be okay."

"It's definitely going to be okay. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

"I know you wouldn't."

"Mama's still here. You want me to tell her to go home?"

"Nooo, don't send her away on my account. I'll be fine. Just give me a minute."

I held her again, hoping to transfer my strength and positive energy to her. When she was ready, we went inside. Mama was playing with the dogs in the kitchen, and when she noticed Sophia, I could see the alarms beginning to blare. Sophia was in front of me, so I shook my head, pleading with Mama not to engage. Luckily, my message was received, and she quickly thought of something else to say.

"I was just giving your babies a little birthday tussle."

Sophia painted on a smile that looked partially genuine.

"That's so rude they aged up without me. I didn't realize they were that old."

"Me neither," I said. "It was pretty uneventful anyway."

Rosie was trying to convince Kooper to play, but he wasn't having it, so I stepped away from the conversation to address her. The ladies sat, and I hoped Mama would behave. I couldn't really hear what they spoke about over Rosie's excited yelps, but at one point I thought I heard the word vacation, and my antennas went all the way up. But by then, Mama had to go.

I would never wish away my mom, but I was relieved when she left. I wanted Sophia to have a quiet, cozy evening with minimal distractions. Socializing drained her energy, and even though she'd take time off and would have time to recover, I wanted her to conserve. It was a good thought, in theory, but life didn't always go our way. An hour later, as I put the finishing touches on dinner, someone knocked at the door. I rolled my eyes in disdain at the nerve of whoever dared to disturb Sophia's peace. When I saw it was Dad, I felt a little better. He wouldn't stay long and was much better at reading rooms.

"Hey, Dad! You just missed mom."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, she left about an hour ago. You hungry? I made spaghetti."

"No, I'm fine. But thanks. I just came to meet these little singers of yours."

"Ha! Well, they're not so little anymore."

We went inside, and Sophia had already finished her food. I really hoped she'd go through with quitting, if only so dinner could stop being her first meal. Sadly, most days, I failed to wake up with her and cook breakfast. Early mornings were just not my thing.

We joined her at the table, and I could see the point where he realized something was wrong. I knew he wouldn't ask, but I couldn't risk it and told him of my SimTube success.

"Wow! That's awesome," he said.

I went on to tell him about our plans to move and get a bigger house and gently hinted at some career changes for Sophia. This extra money couldn't have come at a better time.

"You know," Dad began, "your mom's candle business originated from a dream I had of a family operation."

"Really? I mean, I knew you were the one who taught her, but it always seemed kind of random."

"My father was a carpenter, and I inherited his crafting spirit. I learned how to make all kinds of things, but woodworking was my favorite. I always wanted to teach my children how to craft and start a business selling handmade goods that would be family owned and operated."

Wooooow. If my parents had stayed together, I might have been a maker? That was wild to me. I didn't often think about how different my life would have been without the divorce, but when I did, it was fascinating. But I could take those thoughts only but so far because at a certain point my would-be life became unrecognizable and unappealing. We may have never gone to Mt. Komorebi when we did, and I never would have met Sophia.

"My plan was to keep working my job until the business could support itself and our family. We didn't have a lot when I was growing up, so I told myself if I ever had extra money, I'd save some of it and invest the rest so I could generate some passive income. Maybe that's what you should do with this new SimTube money."

"That's not a bad idea, Dad. Thanks. I never would have considered that."

The business and finance world was completely foreign to me, so I asked questions about where and how to go about it, what portion I should invest, and the like. Much like many other father-son discussions we've had, I appreciated the unexpected but much-needed lesson. I realized no matter how old I got or how much I matured, there'd always be something he could teach me until the day he left this world.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #emerald pope #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #ali murillo #rosie #kooper

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hausofanya · 3 months

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because we all need a reminder of sorts. right ?

note to self is a segment hosted by cléo, inspired by a comment she received during a live. ‘you should start a podcast since you have a lot on your mind—considering your lives are like two to three hours long on average.’ promising weekly uploads, note to self is a series that entails whatever she decides to talk about. ( within reason, of course. sometimes. ) every so often guests will also feature on the show, ensuring a good time for both them and the listener.

notable episodes!

EPISODE 2 — ‘note to self: favoritism might start internal conflict.’ ft. 3racha

the episode was very loved by fans, especially pre-debut stays who were charmed by how deeply connected the members of stray kids are. it allowed fans to see a more relaxed version of the idols they’ve come to love, which highly anticipated upcoming episodes with their faves as well. it was a very heartfelt introduction to having guests on her new series, even if the other two jokingly complained about her favoring changbin the entire hour long episode, much to the man’s poorly masked delight. it even stirs an unexpected yet halfhearted tussle between changbin and han during her closing lines, causing her and chan to share meme worthy expressions of exasperation.

EPISODE 10 — ‘note to self: more than two baddies can fit in a porsche. we googled it just to make sure.’ ft. nct’s mark, johnny, haechan, and jaehyun

this episode was definitely the most chaotic of them so far ( which would later be dethroned by episode 13 with ateez’s wooyoung, mingi, and hongjoong ) with haechan immediately asking who her bias was before she could get her greetings in. to match his energy, cléo’s response was quick and brutal as she answered with a sharp ‘doyoung, but i wasn’t able to get him on the show today. send my regards to him, would you?’ which set the tone for a very chaotic show with mark nearly falling out of his chair as the poor guy looked to the camera in defeat. an unexpected friendship also blossoms in this episode between johnny and cléo.

EPISODE 15 — ‘note to self: being lactose intolerant isn’t a choice, apparently.’ ft moniq

this was just a fun episode between the two childhood friends to be so honest. the fans had requested for moniqa to make an appearance on the podcast and they delivered. from talking about their favorite childhood shows to celebrity crushes to debating if intolerance to lactose is even real, a lot of meme worthy content came out of the nearly two hour episode.

#⠀⠀⠀⠀﹒⎯⎯ note to self.#the new and improved talk show 🙂‍↕️#fictional idol community #fictional idol addition #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop oc #fictional kpop idol #skz 9th member #skz added member #skz addition #skz female addition

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sleephyuns · 1 year

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Nayeon and Momo had been married for a good two years by now, shockingly young for two women who were only 26 and 25 respectively.

This came after three years of dating and one year of engagement. Of ups and downs, lows and highs, and several breaks in between. Typical of dating at such ripe ages.

Even when they were engaged, they nearly called it off. The trouble only lasted a week, but Nayeon would say it was one of the scariest points in her life. Momo would too. The thought of losing someone who you had spent so much time with and dedicated your life to…

But in the end, everything led back to Nayeon and Momo. They could never be apart for too long.

Of course they still had disagreements. Nayeon working too many hours, the possibility of getting another pet. but for the most part they had sorted their shit out, and now had a marriage that made it near impossible to tell they had once been on such shaky ground.

But there lied the problem with Nayeon. The very problem that had been a source of many a disagreement and many falling outs.

You see, Nayeon’s sexual appetite was only satisfied by multiple people.

And funnily enough, Momo functioned the same way.

It took them a long time to realize that they weren’t inherently bad people for it. And even longer to realize they could come to an agreement and set boundaries for their activities.

That being said, you would think the big shocker, the issue that almost brought their marriage to a crashing end would be related to cheating. Yet neither of them have ever done such a thing.

It’s not to say they didn’t both have thoughts, or wandering eyes. But those thoughts remained deeply repressed for both of them. It lead to times where they thought they were bored of each other, or that they had fallen in love with other women, but no. That was never the case.

Nayeon loved Momo and Momo loved Nayeon. Romantically, they only had eyes for each other.

But sexually? Well…

To put a long story short, it took them a whole weeks worth of discussions to finally put that bit in order and another week of working it out for the engagement to be back on. And by the time they finally said their “i do’s” they had a new look on life and their relationship.

It should be noted that on their slightly-delayed honeymoon, a month later, they’d invited Jeongyeon. And of course they’d taken her to bed nearly every night of their stay.

Insatiable. That’s what you could call them.

So here they were, 2 years in and happy, with Nayeon cooking dinner for a change while she waited for Momo to come back from her little “excursion.”

She was glad Momo had taught her some tips and tricks for the kitchen. Her newfound love of cooking was something she never thought she’d unlock. But once she didn’t have to worry about setting the kitchen ablaze every five minutes, it became relaxing. She could zone out, destress, and just have a little time to herself.

She had just finished up skimming the top of the boiling pot of beef curry when the door knob started to jangle.

Kookeu scampered away from her feet, currently more interested in his other mother’s return than the delicious smell wafting through the kitchen.

“That smells so good…”

She heard Momo before she saw her,

and could only imagine the pleased look om her face. When she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she was proven right (with Kookeu nearly tripping her up in the process).

She licked her lips, and Nayeon couldn’t help but notice the little bounce of energy in her step, the way she practically glowed, and how her hair that was in a neat pony tail when she left was now down and tussled up.

She must’ve had a great time out.

“Hi sweetheart,” Nayeon set the mesh ladle down carefully onto the tray, “How was Mina?”

She opened her arms for Momo’s impending hug, which came so easily, her wife slipping so perfectly into her embrace.

“The usual,” Momo gave Nayeon a quick kiss, “Good, but a little pent up from work.”

“I’m sure you helped her with that,” Nayeon laughed, turning back to the pot. She set the lid on top of it to let it continue cooking as Momo practically skipped over to the couch.

“Of course,” she singsonged, plopping herself down on the chair of their small dining room a few steps away, “And now you have me all to yourself.”

“For now,” Nayeon scoffed, wiping her hands on her apron. Though they both knew there was no bite to it. Just a harmless joke at the absurdity of their self-imposed circumstances.

That aside, Nayeon wasn’t expecting to get the response she got next.

“For a while, actually.”

Nayeon’s hands stopped at the implication of those words. She snapped her head up, looking at Momo curiously. “Oh?”

In a second, she stood next to where Momo sat, eager for the details. Of course, Momo continued.

“Sana’s staying with Jeongyeon and Jihyo for a bit. Trying to… ,” she flicked her wrist, gesturing in the air towards nothing in particular, “work things out I guess.”

Which meant Jeongyeon and Jihyo were most likely off the table for Nayeon too.

“Is that so… well. Good luck to those three.”

“Good luck is right,” Momo agreed, cuddling into her wife the moment she sat down next to her.

There was more to it, that they both wanted to say. But it’d be a but unfair to call judgement so early. It’s not their business… but it also kind of is. So they let that unspoken discussion go for another time.

Don’t get them wrong, they knew their relationship had its kinks (the pun fully intended), but those three had much more to work out. While Nayeon and Momo were only romantically involved with each other, Jeongyeon, Jihyo and Sana were not, with Jihyo being a sort of middle man for the other two. Jeongyeon and Sana barely knew each other, which wasn’t shocking. Nayeon only knew her well because of how long she’s been friends with Momo.

She’d started out as just “Momo’s best fuckbuddy friend” a year ago, and slowly worked her way into the friend group, and then into Jihyo’s heart.

Now they didn’t hook up nearly as often because that was a whole situation on its own. But there was nothing they could do except hope for the best between everyone.

“Hmm….”

There was a purposeful lilt to Nayeon’s vocalization, one that begged for Momo to acknowledge it.

“Hm?” Momo took the bait so easily.

“If they’re still trying to figure things out by the end of the week, do you want to hit up that club in the city?” Nayeon smiled so cutely. All teeth, as if the prospect of what she was asking for was normal.

Well, it was their version of normal.

“The usual one for…?”

Nayeon nodded before Momo could even finish the question.

“For a little one time thing, yeah. Only if you feel up to it.”

Momo shook her head, but still pulled her wife in for a tender kiss on the forehead. “You’re restless this week.”

“Says the one who just got back from screwing Mina.”

“Ok, ok,” Momo knew she had her there, “I’ll let you know, but the answer as of right now is a yes.”

“Oh I knew it would be,” Nayeon laughed. After all, she knew her wife too well. She could deny it, but they both knew she was never one to turn down an opportunity to have fun with Nayeon. On her own, or with others, sure. But when it came to her wife, there was no one she’d rather do it with more, as crazy as that might have sounded out loud.

She just hoped that getting lucky would come quick and easy that weekend, if that was what they had to look forward to instead of having Jeongyeon over.

Patience was never one of her virtues.

#tied together au #is the name for now #namo #debating whether to keep this here or ao3 but for now i start here

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ednito · 1 year

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pretty please talk about your crane.

Yes!!! I'd love to talk about him!!!

TW: gore and abuse- I'm sure there's more but I'm blanking on what it could be so be careful on reading!! Also sorry I'm on mobile and idk how to insert the keep reading thing LMAO

So in my verse my crane has been scarecrow for much longer then others, it started immediately after killing great granny- he grew up tortured by him and he hated her and his birth mother with all of his being. He never knew his father and his mom died in childbirth, while pregnant with Jonathan though she tried her best to kill him without getting an abortion which led him to have fetal alcohol syndrome disorder, he was also born with coloboma, scoliosis, and had a bad overbite when he was younger. Before going to college (I'd say around 17 to 18) he and his grandmother got into a tussle that lead to her death, he was so angry he skinned her face off and drenched her blood into her prized white scarf, he wears the face as his mask as scarecrow and also wears the scarf.

No one in Gotham knows he's scarecrow, most people if not all believe scarecrow is just a rumor, a boogeyman of sorts to warn people to not be so reckless but no he's real. He stalks at bars and strip clubs waiting for the right people to jump out and beg for him to swoop them away (in his mind at least), he's pretty well connected with people and holds a lot of black mail on specific bar/club owners so they let him do his business. Scarecrow has a lot of hideouts around Gotham that he dubs as "crows nests" where he keeps most his equipment, not a lot of them have victims but when they do they're organized but it's extremely disgusting. He keeps them in dog cages (sizes very) almost to completely naked, the cages are rusty and more then occasionally has someone in it still (dead or alive is 50/50), these specific crows nests is where he experiments his fear toxin on them, to see how strong it is and the affects- he does a lot of experiments from very simple ones like just injecting it into the vains to extreme or questionable like seeing if body excrement like urine or sweat can extract the fear toxin if injected in high enough doses. When people die though depending on their usefulness he uses in creative ways, some he creates as human chemical chambers as he'll insert a bunch of chemicals that when given energy (like from a defibrillator) would cause a chain reaction and produce fear toxin or a close equivalent to it (usually these are people who are still alive somewhat), others he'll dump them in the Gotham bay or dump, places he knows people don't care about.

As crane he pretends to he jolly, he's always smiling calmly and us very kind and gentle with his patients though realistically he doesn't care about them whatsoever. Nurses think he's got an ugly boy charm about him and are friendly to him and most psychiatrists there are pretty respectful of him, no one ever questions him and his actions as compared to everyone else he's the smartest member of the team, only one to question him is arkham but he's too intimidated by him to do anything.

He's extremely cunning and violent, he often plays games both as crane and scarecrow and is often in a goofy silly mood- a serious crane/scarecrow is an absolutely scary thought ngl! He doesn't really have any friends, closest I'd say is arkham (who when finds out he's scarecrow is forced to become his assistant) and riddler, I think I've mentioned it before in the post about Quandarism but riddler does a lot of exiling and he usually give those exiles to scarecrow as he knows he'll wipe them out of existence

Also here's a list of little tidbits about him that I'm only now remembering

He was born with bad joint and muscle problems and thus is always in discomfort or pain, because he's so used to it he can't tell the difference in pain when being punched compared to his joint and muscle problems, he's pretty resilient because of it

Also because of his joint problems he has a cane, the handle is in the shape if a crow

He uses Sickles instead of a scythe

He often has trouble finding companionship or even the heart to care, when he does he doesn't know how to handle it and usually leads to death or even worse

When not being scarecrow or pretending to be dr. Crane he's just dissociating.

He doesn't have DID, I can definitely see him having it but I just don't feel comfortable writing that for him (reasons)

He doesn't care or like most things, he doesn't like animals, he's not a fan of music or movies or art, he doesn't eat a lot of food so he doesn't care. When he does like something it's extremely specific and nothing is consistent

That's a gist I think, there's a lot more about him but that's all I can really think of for him atm. I have another anon asking about my riddler that I'll get to later- hope you weren't too grossed out! Lmao!

#my post #eddieverse #eddieverse scarecrow #jonathan crane #dc scarecrow #scarecrow #batman #dc

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mystra-midnight · 1 year

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Haunted Hoedown - DAY TWO

summary: You were a beauty perfectly poised in horror, your pretty white dress stained red, your skin flushed with exhilaration. You were fire, and he was a moth to your flame.

warnings: killer!eddie x killer!reader. dark themes. bloodplay. knifeplay. depictions of multiple murders & brief torture. oral (m receiving). tiny smidge of face fucking. eddie has a hint of switch energy. slight praise kink. this should go without saying but don't use blood as lube kids. also don't ingest someone else blood, that's dangerous.

words: 1.3k

notes: day two of the haunted hoedown challenge being hosted by @inklore and @psychedelic-ink. so i was at work when this idea came to me, i think partly because of my own urge to murder ridiculous customers. also because i want eddie to howl at my beauty.

prompt: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"

This turn of events wasn't surprising to Eddie. He knew that violence was your love language, and that was okay because it was his as well.

He watched as you hovered over the man's prone body, legs spread as you straddled his waist. The tight white dress you wore rose dangerously high on your thighs as you pushed the serrated blade between the man's ribs. The moment was rehearsed and came to you easily. The man cried out in pain, the sound drowned out by your own high-pitched whine as you rutted against him, rolling your hips back and forth and dragging your clothed cunt over the crotch of his jeans.

There was no green-eyed jealousy to be found within Eddie.

He found you captivating in that moment. Your hair was a mess, left tussled from fingers running through it, and your lips were kiss-bruised where you'd made yourself an easy target, soft and sweet, compliant. Beneath the man, a pool of blood began to form, the edges of it widening as you twisted the blade and yanked it free.

He coughed violently, blood spurting from between his lips, leaving his mouth dirty and twisted with permanent agony. Eddie saw the tremble of his lips as they parted and knew he wanted to scream, only to find himself unable to. He wouldn't be able to draw enough air into his lungs; they were filling with blood, drowning him alive.

He stopped fighting as the strength left his body, draining almost as quickly as the litres of blood. You pouted at Eddie, and he gave you a mocking smile in return. You were disappointed that your plaything hadn't lasted as long as the last victim. You pulled your arm back and slapped him hard across the face with a resounding crack, making his head snap to the side.

The last one lasted twice as long. She'd been a real fighter, and she was pretty too. Eddie had chased her through back alleys across the city, menacing her each time she thought she'd gotten away. She'd left his face scratched and bleeding when she raked her nails down his skin. He hadn't minded, but you had.

Seeing that whore touch what was yours left you seeing red. You'd tormented the woman; you'd broken her fingers and ribs, mocked her when she cried and begged for mercy. Finally, you forced her to look Eddie in the eye before cutting her throat.

But those thoughts were neither here nor there as he watched you.

"Come to me," he said, his voice brokering no argument. His dark eyes never once wavered from you, even as the acidic smell of carnage enveloped the air around him. He watched as you laid a hand down, fingers spread wide and slipping through the slick ichor.

Eddie tutted mockingly when you began to stand. "On your knees. Crawl to me."

For a second—one moment that was long enough for him to blink—you were motionless. You were a beauty perfectly poised in horror, your pretty white dress stained red, your skin flushed with exhilaration. You were fire, and he was a moth to your flame.

You moved slowly and crawled as though you were a great cat stalking its prey. Eddie felt very much like a lamb in a slaughterhouse, but he fucking loved it. He watched the way your shoulder blades moved as you shifted your weight between your hands.

He watched how your fingers dripped with blood, how it smeared along your shins, and how the drag of your heels left empty rivers that quickly flooded again. By the time you reached him, he was hard; the outline of his cock evident as it strained against his pants.

You kneeled before him with a dark look in your eyes, your hands brushing along his thighs, leaving the fabric damp and dark. Your lips parted, your tongue slipping past your perfectly pink lips as you licked up the zipper of his pants, moaning at the feel of the teeth on your tongue.

The moment was wildly erotic to him, drawing a throaty moan from his throat. He was normally the one on his knees, the one who crawled to your feet and worshipped. Eddie had never had a problem howling at your beauty like a dog in heat.

The blade of his knife pressed tightly against the column of your throat, the cold bite of steel against your skin earning him a moan. A droplet of blood oozed from the shallow cut he left in your skin and rolled down your clavicle, only to be lost in the neckline of your dress. You stared up at him with pretty doe-eyes, beautiful and submissive at that moment.

"There's my good girl," he hummed with amusement while he cupped your cheek in the palm of his unoccupied hand. He stroked his thumb along your perfectly pouting lips, pulling teasingly at the lower one. "You know what I want."

Your wet fingers snapped open the button of his pants, and you yanked them down to his knees, along with his boxers. Eddie didn't care that you'd been rutting against another man, chasing your release like a desperate whore. And he didn't care that you were still bloody. The sticky warmth was a welcomed feeling against his skin as you left his thighs covered in bloody fingerprints. But it was your still-dripping fingers wrapped around the base of his cock that made his head tip back, and a blissful sigh slipped past his lips.

He continued to hold the knife to your throat, but you paid it no mind, instead finding pleasure in the way it pressed tightly against your windpipe when you licked a broad, wet strip from the base of his cock to the angry, red tip. You kitten licked him with a throaty moan, working the flat of your tongue along the vein that ran the underside of his shaft.

"Sh-shit," Eddie whined, his hand grasping your hair for support as you sucked him into your mouth, letting spit dribble down your chin. Your lips met with your fist again and again as you worked him over, bobbing on his cock as you fisted the length of his shaft. It wasn't long before a dribble of precum slipped down the back of your throat.

It was salty and tangy, entirely Eddie.

He popped from your mouth with an obscene sound, and you took the opportunity to suck in a much-needed breath of air. His hips snapped forward, pushing himself deeper into your hand, searching and desperate for friction. His eyes were dark when you giggled at him, the blade cutting into your skin in warning as you worked him into a slippery mess. Your spit mixed with his precum and the other man's blood.

But it was the way you licked him clean like you were trying to get to the centre of a damn lollipop, that had him hurtling towards his climax. You swallowed him down until the head of his cock smashed into the back of your throat. Eddie loved the way you gagged violently and how tears flooded your eyes.

His knife clattered to the ground when he grabbed your hair with both hands, holding you still so he could fuck your mouth at a brutal pace. The sound of your gags and his balls slapping your chin echoed throughout the alley, along with his grunts as the thrust of his hips became wild and uncontrolled.

Your nose was pressed tight to the curls at the base of his cock when he tumbled over the edge into oblivion, shooting ropes of cum straight down your throat. He held you there, the muscles in his abdomen painfully tight as he groaned, making sure you swallowed everything he’d given you before letting you go. You licked your lips as you stood with his knife in your hand.

"My turn, pretty boy."

#haunted hoedown #hauntedhoedown #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie minson x you #eddie x you

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yiga-hellhole · 1 year

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FINE ill be the one to ask you for ghirazant. midzelink. kohga/sooga. AND HMM king daphnes and gan

tumblr is HOMOPHOBIC and CRASHED IN THE MIDDLE OF ME WRITING THIS. well LET'S TRY AGAIN! shoutout TC for daring to ask the obvious and enabling this tirade. HERE WE GOOO

GHIRAHIM/ZANT

predictably a BINGO!!! there is so much to be said about ghirahim and zant. they're interesting to me in that they're polar opposites in a kind of ice-and-fire situation, but also have enough in common. such as, devoting themselves to buff dilves like they're gods, and throwing 24 dead 156 injured catastrophe level tantrums when mildly inconvenienced.

i think they're both deeply lonely people at the end of the day, in that they're isolated in their cause in their respective games, preceded by years of loneliness before the events of said games. sure, they'd piss each other off tremendously at the start, but once they warm up a touch, that kind of penchant for devotion could easily evolve into an obsessive love. once they stop clawing each others' throats out, that is. there's so much more i can say about them but i've probably already said it before in my GHIRAZANT PROPAGANDA tag or, wel... my 50k+ word fanfic LOL

MIDNA/ZELDA/LINK

the "fucking the same guy" box is killing me because. yeah, lol, link

despite midzelink being one of my favorite ships, this is a surprisingly barren bingo. it's just because i see them as young adults goofing about being silly and having a healthy relationship. there's no obsession there's no hatred and there's no tension. just a good time!! moreso i imagine it as midna having two hands - she had a deep bond with zelda since childhood, and grew to cherish link during the events of twilight princess. zelda and link, despite being tied by soul, meanwhile... have no chemistry whatsoever. they're perfect strangers. zelda in this game is strict and a little cold, while link remains a goodball, he's not the brand that knows how to crack through that surface. midna is dating both of these nerds while they're basically just roommates. it's hilarious to me.

KOHGA/SOOGA

yiga husbands are so dear to me. i should have ticked the "theres no way this will end well" box but i'm in denial. unfortunately also kind of a barren bingo. kohga is just endlessly fond of his right-hand man and best lackey, and appreciates the ol' guy's huge muscles, but sooga... he's got some stuff going on. he's obsessed. he's devoted. he's not normal about that old man. the second he gets over his complex where he feels like he needs to treat kohga as his superior, rather than a boyfriend/husband, they'd be unstoppably married. make that old freak understand how you truly love him, and stop putting up walls!!!!

KING DAPHNES/GANONDORF

BEHOLD ONCE MORE THE GLORIOUS DIVORCE BINGO!!!!!!!!!!!

they have far more married energies than rauru and ganondorf. they might have even forgotten to get divorced way back in the day, the paperwork is still under the way but then the whole world got drowned. the difference is that rauru and ganondorf, it's too obvious they went straight to tussling. with daphnes and nando there's this air of having spent days in negotiation chambers trying to intimidate each other into giving up their terms. do you see it? do you see it?? delicious. i love old man yaoi

#madman's rambling #asked and answered #lordsooga #I HIT POST BY ACCIDENT oh well #GHIRAZANT PROPAGANDA

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astrxlfinale · 5 months

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❝ you’re plotting something, aren’t you? come on then - out with it. ❞ and from topaz!

Caelus couldn't fault her at all for noticing. In fact, there's an odd comfort in knowing the fact she can keenly pick up on such signs. Being someone who held the position of dealing with debt meant that reading people was pivotal. What toils in the depth of his mind was this said plot, and it'd be due to the many faces he's come across in Penacony. A Land of Dreams that siphons dreamy beauty and lets a living nightmare take root. Decadence, despondency, the fun he's gained from the trailblaze in a new land immediately found itself suffocated.

A lavish lifestyle was no excuse for seeing the scale of misery enacted. Allowing his golden gaze to cross into Topaz's eyes, catching that focus as much as a genuine thread of concern, it left him contemplative. The pain would be easily discerned from that connection alone. A low, weary sigh spills from his lips as the stabilized balance within reality almost feels like an anchor he's thankful for. "You couldn't be more on the Credits. Topaz, I'll be genuine with you, I'm feeling really pissed off right now."

So much so that even on the posh couch they settled upon, a more reserved, VIP sanctified area away from the populace, the rampant energy within was eagerly bouncing against his mortal coil.

A firm hand kept it contained, allowing it to be a smoldering calm as he peered towards the wall ahead. "Should've known the instant a place involving this batshit load of money was the entry requirements alone. Should've told me two things from the start."

Rolling his shoulders against the seating, he'd prop himself up from that dispirited slouch he was in. "For starters. This is a place endlessly looking for resources, but the sort with a little more focus. I've met some people in here-- Ah." There's a pause as he feels a familiar nudge at his leg. Tempting as it was to be lost within this fierce emotion, it'd be the sight of his friends, really seeing them that shift the tide. After all, time with Topaz came paired with another great friend.

"Hey there big shot. I'm gettin' the message loud and clear." Paw and knuckles would meet in a firm sense of camaraderie, a fine reminder that while anger is good, the blinding, seething scarlet brand of it would be a recipe for disaster. Seeing Numby flick their gaze in a sense of contentment as Caelus's calm was more than enough for the Trotter. They'd quickly hop into their 'natural' seat that was squished right between them.

Goddamn. Just how long has it been since he sported a smile like this?

With a sudden breath that exhales the maddening turbulence, he'd resume, snatching his fruit based drink and taking a solid sip of the contents. "And as I was sayin'? The second angle I've noticed is how a hefty price can be a perfect barrier all the same. Keep the upset variables.. In most cases from barring on in, and snapping away any excess to leave them as a milk carton case. Nasty stuff, yeah?"

"Getting a gauge of this dream. What if I told you that it could do with some... renovations. Much as they love to lambast the thought of customer input." There it was, a saccharine gleam of defiance ignited within those eyes. The same brand that faced her once upon a time, wholly willing to let some remote mountain in Belobog be their grounds for a grand showdown.

....

That does remind him. One day he really would love to have a genuine tussle with the Stoneheart. That could wait for a sweeter day.

"'Death' is running around in that dream, and I think might be exactly what I'm lookin' for."

@apocryphis

#apocryphis #| Shuttle Mail #| Meme #Making 'that' side of The Family his enemy?#You best believe #All the emotion snatching has him PRESSED as a practice #the misery has spoke to him #Whaddya say? Would Topaz be up for some 'interior redesign'

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 2 years

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So I rewatched TMNT 2012 cause my brain is fully committed to being obsessed with TMNT and here are my thoughts:

Thankfully it has knocked me out of my month-long writer's block but before I start writing headcanons again (for either series) I want to put my hot takes out there

I don’t hate April

Do I love her? Absolutely not

She’s annoying and impulsive and arrogant and selfish and she can be incredibly one-dimensional at times

But so is the rest of the group

She’s not my favorite character but she’s not my least favorite either

She’s just a teenage girl written by old men so it’s not surprising that a lot of people find her unrealistic

I fucking hate Casey Jones/j

I want to strangle him but I also want to hug him

I want to punch him and sew little pockets into my clothes so I can take him with me everywhere

He’s so stupid and my favorite character

I like Donnie but I skip most scenes with him and April

I chose to ignore the stalker plot-line

In my mind, it’s nonexistent and adds nothing to the story

I treat the whole Karai/Leo thing with the same energy

Because why the fuck did the writers think that was a good idea

Every single relationship was poorly written

April is an aro/ace queen and I will accept no arguments

They should have kept Karai and Leo’s relationship purely platonic

I would have loved to see her become sort of a mentor to Leo but all we got was a disgusting love story that went nowhere and added nothing to the plot

I think we should swap out every “my love interest is actually my sibling?!” plotline with a “my rival/enemy/mentor is actually my sibling?! Fuck yeah!” plotline

Shini and Karai had the most chemistry and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were secretly dating

I lowkey ship Casey with everyone except the girls

But I mainly ship him with Donnie… Don't judge me I love enemies to lovers

Leo is a trans woman, Donnie is nonbinary and uses he/they pronouns, and Mikey and Raph are gender-fluid (no I will not elaborate)

I’m fully convinced that every single person who claimed Raph Donnie and Leo were terrible brothers are only a children

If I see one more person edit depicting Mikey as this helpless victim while the others are these evil abusers I will rip my hair out

Are there moments when Leo/Donnie/Raph hit Mikey when it is unnecessary? Yes

Are there moments when they ignore him when he brings up a good point? Totally

Could I make a 30-minute compilation of the boys insulting Mikey’s intelligence? Absolutely

But I can’t bring up all of that without mentioning the hundreds of times when Mikey is being an asshole

He’ll make fun of Donnie or tease Leo or mess with Raph

Because that’s what siblings do!! (especially younger siblings)

They shove and they tussle and they poke fun

Some of my siblings show affection in a very similar way to Raph (they’re not great with words but they show their love with their actions) so when I see people write shit like “Raph is a terrible brother” it frustrates me to tears

I have this memory that I will always cherish of my older step brothers and sister dragging me into a wresting match that ended with me at the bottom of a dog pile

And I almost cried not because I was in pain but because it was something I had watched them do when I was younger and never participated in because it felt like a “sibling thing”

And they knew this and I knew they were telling me in their own way that no matter what anyone says I’m their little sibling

Splinter is a fantastic master but a terrible father (no I will not take criticism on this take)

I wanted to turn off my laptop every time Shredder came back

Like don’t get me wrong I love a recurring villain as much as the next enby

But he’s so one-dimensional that I tuned him out after season 3

Now I will be rating all the seasons

Season 1: 8/10

In my personal opinion, it’s good

Not outstanding but it’s a good foundation

Season 2: 9/10

I loved this season

I honestly loved the whole conflict between April and the boys

And it introduced my baby/rat bastard

Season 3: ♾️/10

My favorite season out of all of them

I wish they stayed at the farmhouse

Everyone seemed happier there

‘Race with the Demon’ is my favorite episode

‘In dreams’ is my second favorite

Season 4: 7/10

I fell in love with fugitoid

Also, this might seems stupid but half of my enjoyment of this season could be credited to the voice actors

And I also recognized a lot of them so it turned into a fun little game of where’s waldo

I would be listening to an episode and go “doctor who?” “Godbrand??” “Andrias?!” “CASSANDRA JONES!!”

I loved the fact that Karai and Shini were trying to build their own foot clan and make it honorable and I wish they talked about it more

I like Apri’s corruption arc but I feel like they completely swept Donnie’s death under the rug

Like they immediately forgave April even though they watched as she pulled Donnie apart molecule by molecule

Season 5: 0/10

Throw this dumpster fire away

God I hated this season

It felt so random

There was no rhyme or reason

It just feels like they shoved half bakes ideas into a season and expected us to like it

It made my viewing experience incredibly bittersweet

Cause I just watched season after season of amazing episodes to end it with this charcuterie board of half-baked ideas

#hi....#I'm not dead #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt april #tmnt casey jones #I am once again begging only children to shut up #please stop talking about situations you dont understand

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ingravinoveritas · 2 years

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I'm sorry that you have to deal with anons like that abelist ass.... But l will tell you again that...

I love you and your blog ☺️🤩

I enjoy reading all your analysis (girl coz they're brilliant!) And also reading about your Thanksgiving dinner prep..... Haters are gonna hate sadly, but that doesn't mean you should stop your amazing work! For one stupid anon like that, you have hundreds of people who love and support you... Keep it up!

On a lighter note, the reason for which I was going to write an ask for you was this: I'm not going to ask you about staged 3 as l am eagerly waiting for your analysis of it buuuttt.... I couldn't help but think that if Georgia thinks that we like to see MS n DT bicker and she would do anything to make that happen (ep 4), so that means it is the duty of us audience to make her think that we would absolutely love to see MS n DT do utterly romantic things on screen, so she makes it happen XD XD

(on another side note, l would totally understand if you do not wish to interact with the asks sent in your way today, and that this goes unanswered, I wouldn't mind at all. That shitty anon is the reason I'm not asking this anonymously.... But again, it was brave on your part that you called their idiotic, harmful and downright toxic behaviour out, even when you had the option of ignoring em. Kudos to you, Amy)

Hey there! Aww, thank you so much. This is absolutely lovely and I truly do appreciate it. (I wanted to answer you separately since you made that excellent mention of Staged season 3, episode 4. Haha.)

As I’ve previously mentioned, my analysis is still forthcoming (and I apologize for the delay...just been a bit swamped the past week or so), but I did think that was an interesting moment, too.

As much as I wasn’t necessarily a fan of Georgia sabotaging the conference room or going through all that just to create tension between Michael and David (who already have mountains and mountains of tension and longing between them as it is), the underlying premise of the scene was intriguing to me. Mainly because it (like several other moments in Staged 3) seemed to come right out of the plot of an MS/DT Staged fanfic I read back during the second season: Georgia quite perceptively knowing what David wants/needs from Michael (in the case of the fic, being deliciously, roughly topped) and engineering it flawlessly.

The other thing about that scene was that all the dialogue was up against a backdrop of some serious throuple vibes between Michael/David/Georgia. Throughout the season and that especially that scene, the energy between them just had a certain edge to it, so when Georgia said “People just like to watch you tussle” it became even more interesting when I realized that another definition of the word “tussle” is “a physical contest.” Maybe, then, Georgia wasn’t just referring to Michael and David verbally sparring/fighting, but something else entirely.

(For me personally, all of the fighting Michael and David did in the show felt like the kind of fighting between two people that crescendos into/ends with a kiss, so I do wonder if that’s what Simon was subtly (or not-so-subtly) hinting at. Curiouser and curiouser...)

So yes, I would say that Georgia (Staged!Georgia, and/or actual Georgia) and probably Simon are aware of what the fans want to see Michael and David do, and found an interesting way to incorporate that into the show. And as I said, I think this was done in a couple of places, so I’m looking forward to discussing that further in my review/analysis of Staged 3. Thanks for writing in! x

#yami-no-kokoro #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #staged #or 'Brokeback Mount Him' which is what I am referring to Staged as from here on out #staged 3 #subtext that is rapidly becoming a text #so many layers and little things to observe with each viewing #if you have Michael and David together you don't need all the bells and whistles #in my opinion anyway #throuples are totally cool now #or 'V style' as I now understand it #ineffable lovers #discourse

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mydearestkippy · 1 year

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7 Sept 2023- 32w0d

Dear Kippy,

6-8 weeks more to go before I see you, our darling baby girl, in the flesh. I really cannot wait. Today, at around 1.8kg and 43cm, you are apparently the size of a small rock melon. Or a chihuahua.

It's been almost 26 weeks (~6.5 months!) since I last wrote in here. I wish I could have updated more regularly during these 6.5 months, but I guess I have been distracted / tired. I think there is a lot of getting used to in pregnancy, both the good (like official announcements, friends/family celebrating with us, finding out your gender after a loong wait, passing my gestational diabetes test, people giving up their seat for me on the train, etc) and the not-so-good (breathlessness, tailbone pain, itchiness around my belly button, emotional spikes, increasing fatigue, retching every time I brush my teeth since first tri, etc). Work and church, especially the latter, have also continued to take up quite a lot of mommy's time, energy and emotional/mental capacity.

During the same period, daddy has also been going through a mentally/physically difficult time, especially in being hard-pressed in every direction at work and having to take up the lead in life-group. He also does all the laundry now, although we have since hired a cleaner to come in every other week for 3 hours. For a while he wasn't able to exercise much because of persistent lower back pain, which makes him feel worse. Tired, heavy/heavy-hearted, stressed and unmotivated are some words to describe how he has felt during this time. I think it is a little better now because his back is recovering so he can exercise again, but there are days that the load can still feel quite heavy for him. Mommy wishes to do more for him, but perhaps taking good care of myself and you is the one thing he needs most from me now.

No matter how tiring things get, it is the thought of seeing you soon that keeps us going. It is the grace and love of Jesus, that we remind each other of, and which sustain us, daily. We have done up your room (I hope you will love it!) and procured most of what we need (pre-loved or brand new from friends which we are super thankful for), and we are now left with just the last minute perishables to cart out (diapers, diaper cream, wet wipes, sunflower lecithin, etc).

You, at week 13 going 14:

You, at week 21 going week 22 (the day we found out you were a girl!):

Your perfect 3D face at week 28:

During weeks 20 to 30 (mid second tri till first 2 weeks of third tri), mommy diverted her energy to baking/cooking. I really enjoyed using my kitchen/my oven this period. Now I can make a near perfect banana cake and jelly heart tarts, and my matcha / choc chip chewy cookies have also been a hit. You are in for a delicious treat (when you get older!)

From week 30 onwards though, mommy's energy levels suffered an exponential dip. I now average 10-12 hours of sleep a day (longer if I had exercised in the day), excluding hour-long naps that I take almost daily while WFH. There have also been some days where Kippy you get so active at 5am in the morning that after waking mommy up to pee, mommy could not go back to sleep after tossing and turning for an hour, in which case mommy has an early breakfast and does some baking/reading/work before she conks out again for another 2 hours before starting her day.

Mommy examines her changing body, which is a house for you, and wonders if it will ever be as before again. Sometimes mommy feels discouraged by the sight of her pregnancy-induced physical changes: facial blemishes, pale pallor, double chin, saggy/flabby body parts all over, thunder thighs, and swollen legs and feet. The weighing machine tells mommy that she has put on 8-10kg and mommy's clothes remind her that she is expanding exponentially. It used to be a tussle between S/M for clothes, but now I could be anything from M to XL. Mommy's friend commented that mommy is looking more like a "whale" now and mommy can't stop repeating this word to daddy - first as a joke, then as a... statement of belief?? I am a whale, I am a whale, I am a whale. Mommy isn't an irrational person by nature (I know most of these will pass), but in the thick of it, all of these can make me feel really negative about my body image. It is something that most ladies struggle with - the difference is just how much.

But God responds to mommy's cries. I saw a post by an ex-mentor lately on her own reflections re: her past pregnancy, and it resonated in such a timely manner. "I was looking at my body in the mirror today and thought: dear bod, you have done an amazing job. You've carried a baby and nourished it in you for 9mths, delivered it, and have continued to provide for it tirelessly, sacrificing sleep, making milk, staying strong so you can continue to give. And yet sometimes I look at you almost in disdain, picking on the areas where you don't look or feel too perfect. But how can you be the same after all that you've done? You're perfect and I'm thankful for you."

In the midst of all these changes I have been going through for 7+ months now, I remember that He is using my body as a vehicle - to carry out his perfect miracle of creation. He is giving me the privilege of experiencing, through a keenly lived 9 month journey, how he knits every bit of you together in my womb. If we read about the science of the changing pregnant body - how hormones dip and fall and how organs adapt and evolve - to perfectly cater to the growing needs of the foetus, we wouldn't be able to deny that a Miracle Maker has to be behind it all. How then can I not be humbled by his choice of a vessel in me? How then can I not be confident that only good things will come to pass as long as I trust in His timing, His seasons and His providence? How then can I not be assured by His love for you and His power over you?

Not to mention that pregnancy is merely the uncomfortable prelude to a greater eternal blessing to come - you.

I am thankful for all my dearest friends who have journeyed with me closely and pointed me towards God's kindness throughout these 9 months of pregnancy, my family who has tirelessly asked after and cared for me, and especially my husband who has always reminded me how beautiful I am to him, and how thankful he is to me for carrying his daughter to term. If pregnancy has been a trying time, then as with all trying times, it has revealed to me the people I can count on, even beyond this period. I can't wait for you to meet them soon. You will be so dearly loved and cherished by them.

Instead of wanting to fast-forward this journey in my usual impatience, I will savor and treasure the last 1+ months of you being in me. I will give thanks for every kick, every hiccup, every flutter, every stretch that I feel from you, because it means that you are healthy, active and well. And when you finally come, daddy and I will tell you just how wonderful life is now that you are in the world.

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creaturefeaster · 2 years

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On a scale from 1-10, how would you rate my dog?

everyone always bullies him for being a German Shepard with ears permanently down. (there’s nothing actually wrong with him, it’s just his ears never went up, they’re too flimsy)

10/10 10/10 10/10!!!!!!!

HE LOOKS LIKE SUCH A SWEETHEART! I want to jostle him around, playfully of course.

#i used to have a german shepard and she was so fun to rough house with #she loved being tussled and i love their energy so much #she also had one floppy ear!

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phantomenby · 2 years

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For so long you had hated talking. Fearing social interaction and being at the mercy of others' scrutiny. But it was different with them, with your boys, they were so sweet with you, so understanding,

It had taken you months to make even a whisper. Your diagnosis wasn't on the harder end of things so to speak, but you still had to have a great level of trust to speak to someone, but your boys were special, something about them made you want to sing.

You still remembered the first time you spoke, how their eyes widened and you were showered with kisses and surrounded by purring chests.

"Do you want this one or that one?"

Marko was standing beside you, leaning over a booth that had popped up selling jewelry over the summer. He had all but dragged you there when you finally finished work, wanting to buy you something to match with him and the rest of the boys.

You had ended up getting a thick bangle, it was decorated with blue stones and was heavy on your wrist, the weight of it was grounding and you had fiddled with it the entire way back to where the other three were standing.

Soon enough Dwayne's arms had encompassed you, strong and protecting, keeping you safe and sound. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, nuzzling it before passing you to David who wrapped his arm possessively around your waist.

"Did you get something dear?"

Nodding you lifted your wrist, showing off the piece you had been adoring since it had been pushed over your hand.

Paul whined, complaining about how he wanted something to match with you, tussling with Marko who had apparently dishonored him.

Dwayne rolled his eyes, moving to lean beside you, "you two know the lady's gonna be there all summer right?"

Paul paused, Markos head trapped in his armpit "but I wanted to go with them!"

You giggled, "we can still go, it's open all night."

They all paused, eyes snapping to you. Paul's arms became slack and Marko rushed to you, picking you up and spinning you around, shouting his adoration for you.

"Oh, my little bunny!" You squeaked, voice vanishing as your face flushed, realizing what you had done.

From then on you had spoken a lot more, at some point you had become quite the talker, engaging in almost endless conversation about anything and everything. Your boys always indulged you, finding your voice rather soothing. They wanted nothing more than to hear it for an eternity.

You were nearing twenty now, still, the youngest compared to them but feeling older by the second. They wanted you to turn, suggesting that you would be better as one of their own, well a vampire, you were already theirs.

But no. You wanted to wait. You loved the sun, the daytime called to you even as your body clock changed to suit their needs.

The four of them had become quite irritable about it, but you just brushed it off, understanding how stubborn they could be.

The only thing on your mind was how your one-year anniversary was coming up. You wanted it to be special, it was your first serious relationship after all, and so you had been talking to Star about it who had been more than eager to help you plan things.

She was well versed in sign language you see, so you appreciated how no matter what you were able to talk to her.

"So I was thinking we could..." the two of you were hidden behind the wispy veils she had collected and hung around her bed, legs kicking the air as the both of you lay on your fronts and fawned over the planner you had brought with you, snacking on red vines to keep your energy going.

Star was a half, that much you knew. But she and Michael would soon turn together, soon becoming officially part of the pack.

Yet you refused to even think about it.

While the two of you schemed the boys sat in the center of the cave with Michael, drinking and smoking, talking and thinking.

"Have you said anything to them about it," Michael took the joint offered to him by Dwayne, legs stretched out and cheeks flushed slightly from the Santa Carla heat, "I mean, I'm sure they're just nervous, its not an easy thing to do."

That was something they tended to forget, they had been undead for so long it was natural to them. But you were still so painfully human, fragile and weak in their eyes. They could only protect you so much.

We're worried. Michaels eyes flitted over to Markos, the land meeting the ocean, the brunette nodded for the curly haired blonde to continue, we think they'll leave.

Michael scoffed, choking on air before laughing loudly, stopping when Star's head turned to look at him.

"God. That's dumb and you know it, they love you."

David bristled, he knew it was true, your relationship with them was like no other. But this barrier was a lot bigger than others.

They wanted you to become just like them. To be theirs for all eternity.

If only they knew how dangerous it was to push someone to the edge, to force them into such a decision.

Star had left after two hours of planning with you, Michael coming to retrieve her and pulling her out of the cave, disappearing in a whirlwind of soft touches and laughter.

Dwayne had embraced you soon enough, picking you up and carrying you to the rest of your mates, letting you stretch out over his lap as he cuddled you on one of the broken sofas they had beside the fountain.

His nose was pressed into your hair, breathing in your scent as he spoke, "how are you little dove?"

You smiled, leaning further into his hold, breathing in his scent in a similar fashion. You wondered how he would smell if you turned.

That word caught their attention as it passed through your mind.

"Pup..." you looked to David, his eyes were cold and made you wince, not knowing what had set him off.

"What's wrong..." you trailed off, noticing how all of their eyes were dark, suddenly feeling quite uncomfortable in Dwayne's hold as his fingers dug painfully into your flesh.

"We need to talk."

That was it. The dreaded sentence.

You looked up at Dwayne, his eyes burned your own and you immediately looked away.

Marko and Paul moved closer, the two of them leaning on the fountain as the four of them watched you.

"What- what's wrong?" your hands were clenched, muscles tensed as your eyes flitted between their own, not brave enough to meet them.

"You know what."

You flinched at David's tone, body curling into Dwayne's jacket which had been placed over your shoulder.

"You said you didn't mind," and that was true, they didn't. But the thought that had been passing through your mind said enough, you were unsure, unsure enough to do something rash, "you said you could wait."

Paul scoffed, mind alot clearer and full of irritation from the conversation that had earlier, "we're waiting for nothing."

Your eyes met his, not enjoying how blank they were, when they were usually filled with joy and mischievousness.

"You don't want to turn."

"I didn't say that-"

"You didn't need to"

You pulled away from Dwayne, sliding towards the opposite end of the couch, shoulders tense as you wrapped your arms across your front.

"Why are you bringing this up, we already talked about it and you said-"

"Stop talking." your mouth snapped shut, chest constricting in an uncomfortable fashion. They never said those words to you, refusing to send you back into the silence you had been hiding in for so long. Yet they slipped so effortlessly from David's lips.

Dwayne tried to reach for you, hand retreating with your body flinched away from him.

David sighed, sitting straighter in his wheelchair, looking to you and trying to meet your eyes with his own, "we heard you and Star talking," his irritation grew as you turned away from him, choosing to look at the cave floor, "you can't lie to us kitten, you have to turn either way."

You hadn't spoken to them for the rest of the night.

Instead, you had been actively avoiding them, returning to where Star was pretending not to listen in, curling beside her and letting the girl play with your hair.

Something about it had set you off. Maybe it was their tone, how cruel they were when they spoke to you, how they told you to stop talking.

You wanted to turn. You really did.

But it was complicated and you hated change. You knew the moment you began such a big transformation your life, or lack thereof, would be permanently different.

No longer would you enjoy the warmth of the sun, daytime as a whole would be unappealing to you.

Paul and Marko had already been laying it on thick recently, how much more fun life was when you were a creature of the night.

Telling you how food tasted a thousand times better, how if you fed well your veins felt full of energy.

How much stronger, faster and bravery you would be.

You wanted to turn. You would turn.

Your anniversary was in three days. And sitting in your room had made it harder and harder not to dwell on the thought of seeing the boys again.

Star was supposed to swing by at some point, probably with Michael in an attempt to smooth things over.

knock knock

And there it was.

Hopping out of bed you shuffled down the hall, chewing your lip as you approached the door.

You made it halfway before you realised the silhouette visible through the obscure glass.

David

Obviously, since neither Star nor Michael had hair as blindingly bright as his.

Maybe if you didn't move he wouldn't-

Never mind, now you could see Marko there too with his vibrantly decorated coat.

"Doll?"

The eldest's voice carried through the doorway, his knocking becoming louder as he used his whole fist.

You winced at the sound of it, his tone was on the more irritated side and you knew he would break the door if he hit it hard enough.

Stepping forward you moved closer, walking until you were just a foot away from the door, placing your hand on the glass.

You heard a sigh, watching as David shifted to lay his palm flat where yours was.

"You gonna open the door pup?"

You didn't respond, choosing to maintain your silence.

Marko went for the doorhandle, giving it a twist, growling in annoyance at the fact you were keeping it locked.

Meeting David's eyes he sent him a nod, moving around the house to test out your back door.

Keeping you distracted he nudged the small postal slot with his fingers, opening it so his voice would pass through better, "sweet, what's wrong? Talk to us-"

You scoffed, cutting him off and shuffling back.

He growled as a warning, "if you wont open the door I'll break it down, ignoring me wont help you."

Your chest siezed at what was clearly a threat, staring at the doorhandle just as you heard a sound from the kitchen.

Looking away for a moment you saw a shadow pass by the entrance to the kitchen, turning back to the front door showed you David had vanished.

Taking the small window of opportunity you had you bolted, heading up the stairs and closing the hatch at the entrance before they could pass through, hearing the resounding thud as Paul slammed into it.

Clearly, the other two of your mates had showed up without you noticing, though they could have been there the whole time waiting for you to give up.

It wasn't the first time they had dropped by since your little disagreement.

Not that you knew that.

They always made sure to check up on you when you weren't feeling particularly social.

Usually, it was because your mind was stressing you out, and this time it was, but only because of four certain boys.

One of which was slamming his hands on the door, pushing it up even as you lay on top of it, keeping it closed with your weight.

"Let us in! This isn't helping idiot-"

No speaking only in your mind you mimicked the actions of the person beneath you, slamming your hands down Go away

It went quiet, the four of them speaking in the same way you had.

Pressing your ear to the door you tried to listen for anything, only recognising the sound of boots slamming down the steps as two of them retreated.

"The longer you keep this up kitten the harder this will be," that was Dwayne, his voice deeper than usual, "come on out, we'll play nice."

You gulped, eyeing the window across from you warily as two figures rose in the air in front of it, Marko waving his fingers at you teasingly.

#the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #tlb #dwayne tlb #marko the lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys fic #marko tlb #david tlb #the lost boys 1987

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lady-of-the-spirit · 2 years

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consider: Accidental Antichrist AU it’s the first school field trip and they got roped into chaperoning like 20 rowdy 7 year olds

“Can you come?” Adam asked, his eyes big and pleading as he looked up at his four guardians over the top of the letter he was holding up for them to look at.

The letter in question being a polite request for parents to come and chaperone Adam’s class’s field trip. On the surface it was perfectly normal, but Famine could read between the lines and see that it was a very firm reminder that all parents and guardians were all but required to chaperone at least one field trip.

“Where’s the trip to?” Pollution took the letter and scanned it.

“The petting zoo!” Adam said excitedly. “And you all love animals, even Uncle Gwyn even though he can’t come! It’ll be fun!”

For a moment all of them wondered if they should tell Adam the reason they all loved animals was because of the diseases born from livestock (Pestilence), the bloodshed of the animal kingdom (War), and the damage to the ecosystem caused by certain animal farming practices (Pollution). Famine didn’t like animals. Death loved animals in the same way they loved all living things - while they had a fondness for a select few, the rest were viewed neutrally and with Death knowing full well all of them would come to their kingdom someday.

In the end none of them said a word but agreed it would be one of those things to bring up later. They couldn’t have the antichrist being too fond of living things, after all.

“I can do it,” Pollution said. Already they could picture the chaos wreaked on the small zoo, each child coming back covered in muck at the end of the day, a few wrappers casually falling from their pockets across the whole zoo.

“Yay!” Adam darted forward and threw his arms around his guardian’s legs. “Thank you, Chalky!”

Pollution smiled and ran their fingers through Adam’s hair, tussling it and getting only a little bit of grease in it.

NOT ALONE, Death said immediately. I WILL ALSO COME.

Adam’s eyes practically sparkled. “Really?” Azrael almost never came to school events - they always scared everyone. Adam didn’t get it. What was so creepy about a black robe and booming voice?

I THINK A PETTING ZOO WOULD BE DELIGHTFUL, Death said. WILL THERE BE GOATS?

“I think so!”

WONDERFUL.

War and Famine exchanged looks. No way they could let those two go off on and interact with the public on their own. Individually they were fine, but together their unsettling energies were too much to be brushed off.

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Famine said. War nodded in agreement.

Adam stuck his lower lip out.

“But you love animals,” Adam said. “Uncle Gwyn said so. And you never come on field trips.”

“People don’t like us coming on field trips,” War said. “Remember that time last year, when I went with all you first-graders to go ice-skating?” The kids had had a great time, but all of the other chaperones and the teachers had broken into a brawl on the ice not unlike one from a hockey match, and in the aftermath, once everyone had been pulled apart and the blood mopped up from the ice and all teeth were collected, everyone agreed that somehow, Carmine Zuigiber was to blame for everything. The only reason she had not been permanently banned from chaperoning future trips was because of her and Famine’s power within the PTA.

“But that wasn’t your fault!” Adam protested. “They never proved anything, that’s what’s important, you told me that! And Mark’s mom only had an eyepatch for a week!”

Adam’s lower lip stuck out further and his eyes somehow got bigger.

War held out for ten whole seconds. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll come.”

Adam brightened almost immediately. He turned to Famine. Famine who, with not only his kid looking at him so hopefully but his three siblings all staring at him expectantly, had no hope of holding his own against them.

He hated animals and zoos were disgusting, but...

“What day is it? I’ll clear my schedule.”

Adam cheered and almost barrelled Famine over with an attack-hug to his legs. Famine anticipated the attack and dropped to his knees to catch Adam in his own hug. He squeezed the little boy tight, even tighter when Adam pressed a big "thank you" kiss to Famine’s cheek.

“It’s two weeks from Friday,” Adam said, sounding like he was reciting his teacher’s instructions. “You all have to sign the sheet Mrs. Smith handed out and I have to bring it back to her tomorrow. Then she’ll email you all the instructions. And you have to read them so no one gets hurt and if someone gets hurt you know what to do. And-!”

WE CAN HANDLE IT, Death interrupted gently. WE WILL ALL SIGN THE FORM NOW AND YOU CAN GO PUT IT IN YOUR BACKPACK SO YOU WON’T FORGET.

One by one they all signed the form - Pollution even made an effort to not break the pen and leak ink all over the page, but they still signed last and the ink still dripped more than it should have. Adam ran upstairs to stow it in his backpack, as instructed.

“What the fuck did we just sign up for?” War muttered.

“A day of wrangling a bunch of other rowdy seven-year-olds,” Famine said. “So an average day, but times that by about twenty, in a setting ripe for disaster.”

“We can’t just leave the other kids alone?” Pollution clarified.

“If any of them get hurt on our watch it’ll be a fucking nightmare,” War said, rolling her eyes. “We’d probably end up sued. And Adam will be upset. So no, we can’t.”

WE WILL MAKE EVERY EFFORT TO KEEP THE CHILDREN ALIVE AND WELL, Death said. Everyone knew it was less a statement and more of a demand. AND WE WILL NOT DESTROY THE ZOO, EITHER.

“I can’t make any of the animal’s milk dry up or the chicken eggs go bad?”

NO, RAVEN, YOU CAN’T. NO ONE MAY EXERT THEIR INFLUENCE ON ANYONE OR ANYTHING BEYOND WHAT INFLUENCE YOU NATURALLY HAVE. NO ONE USES THEIR POWERS.

"Fine,” Pollution said. “Killjoy.”

“And it’s not even the type of zoo where you pick an animal and then get to kill it,” War said, somewhat scornfully. “And they say they’re giving their kids an education.”

Four chaperones turned out to be all the class needed for the trip. Which meant that the horsepeople were the only chaperones for the whole trip, not including the teacher. Mrs. Smith was not happy about that, and it was abundantly clear from the way she thanked them for joining her and her class with a "joke” that they would be off the hook for the rest of the year.

“You did start a brawl last year,” Pollution said to War, who was expressing her rage with a pearly white smile as the teacher walked away.

“They never proved that was my fault.”

BEST BEHAVIOUR.

As they loaded all the kids onto the bus, Adam came over and slipped his hand into Famine’s. “Raven’s gonna sit with me,” he said. “Me and the Them agreed.”

Pollution and War made wounded noises while Famine shot them a smug look.

“Raven’s sitting with me, and Brian’s gonna sit with Chalky. Carm and Azzy are supposed to sit at the back, and Pepper and Wensleydale will sit across from them. Adam Y. will sit in front of you with Sarah M.”

“You don’t want to all sit together?” Pollution frowned.

“If we don’t sit together the teacher will put us all in the same group,” Adam said matter-of-factly. The class was going to be split into five groups, one for each chaperone and Mrs. Smith, and if the Them weren’t put together it would be miserable for all five of them. If they were put together it would be chaos.

“Very clever, buddy.” War tweaked Adam’s nose. Adam squeaked and clapped his free hand to his nose. “You trick that bi-” Death’s aura got a little more ominous. “Bird,” she finished. “I said bird. You all heard me.”

NO SWEARING ON THIS TRIP.

“I didn’t say anything! Did I say anything?”

Famine ignored the conversation just behind him as Adam dragged him onto the bus.

The horsepeople all viewed the petting zoo with grim faces - except for Death, who of course showed no expression. Even if they could, it was hidden in the shadows of the hoodie they had put on for the outing in an attempt to look “normal.” Despite the fact that their hood was drawn around their face the same as their usual robe, hiding their face in unnatural pitch black shadows.

It worked, only in two ways - one, that Death’s powers pushed for everyone to forget what they looked like when they turned away from Death, and two, that Adam’s assumption that this was completely normal made everyone think it was normal.

They had also donned a long black skirt for the occasion, to hide the skeletal form beneath, and a pair of soft black gloves to hide their bony fingers and to give the children something soft if they should need a hand to hold. It was, as Pollution would say, “A look.”

The Them were, in fact, put in the same group. Whether that was to avoid the crisis that would occur if the friends were split up or part of Adam’s antichrist powers influencing reality, none of his guardians could tell. The Them all seemed to think their sneaky plan had worked, though.

Every adult was given a group. Death was put in charge of the Them, which the others all thought they were too smug about.

The owner of the farm greeted them with a bright smile and introduced himself as “Mr. Harkin.”

“Are you all ready to see some animals?” He asked the group in a cheery voice clearly cultivated over years of working with little kids.

“YEAH!” came the resounding cheer.

“Alright! We have quite a few stations set up with all the different animals, so the animals don’t get overwhelmed by all of you at once.” He started explaining how each group would take a certain amount of time with each station, then they would break for lunch, then end the day with a “recess” at the little park also located on the zoo’s land.

It was sickeningly cute - “trying too hard and made specially for kids” kind of cute - and Pollution already wanted to gag a little bit.

They heard the unmistakable sound of a wrapper crinkling and glanced down to see that a crisps packet had fallen from their pocket, despite being empty twenty seconds earlier. They smiled and looked back up.

A small hand tugged on their own. They looked down again and found a little girl - name tag reading ELIZABETH in teacher-perfect sharpie - holding the crisps packet in the hand not holding Pollution’s.

“You can’t litter,” Elizabeth said in a matter-of-fact tone. “It’s bad for the earth.”

“She’s right,” a boy next to her said in a hushed voice so he wouldn’t get in trouble for talking. His name tag said HENRY. “And you’ll get in trouble.”

Pollution stared for a moment. Seven years ago they probably would have given an oily smile showing too many teeth and dropped more wrappers to the ground and said something about them being trouble.

Now, though, they only sighed, took the wrapper back and stuffed it into their pocket. “Thanks, kids.”

This was going to be a long day.

REMEMBER, Death told the Them, GENTLE PETS.

“We know, Az!” Five voices chorused, as they approached the rabbit pens.

Within minutes, each child either had a rabbit on their lap and was gently petting it, or was carefully feeding a rabbit a carrot stick while the rabbit remained in the pen. Wensleydale and Adam Y. both were feeding the rabbits, while the other three children were all enjoying having a rabbit on their lap.

"Brian, you're getting yours dirty!" Adam said, pointing at his friend. Brian was indeed getting his rabbit dirty - his dirty hands had turned the rabbit's white coat brown with dust.

Brian's eyes widened and his lip wobbled dangerously.

HE'S AN ANIMAL, Death said. They too sat cross legged with the children, keeping an eye on the other two at the same time. HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT A LITTLE BIT OF DIRT.

Brian smiled with relief, upset immediately forgotten. "That's good! I've heard of some animals that die when they get dirty."

"I've never heard of an animal like that," Pepper said. "Where did you hear about it?"

"The telly."

"I bet they were lying."

"Az would know," Adam Y. said.

"You’re right. Az, is there an animal like that in the world?" Wensleydale asked.

NOT THAT I KNOW OF. BUT IF YOU HAVE A PET YOU HAVE TO MAKE SURE THEY LIVE IN A CLEAN SPACE, OR THEY WILL GET SICK AND DIE. It couldn't hurt to warn them of the responsibility of pet ownership. The hellhound that would come for Adam would be invulnerable to harm, but pets could be acquired before then by any of them.

"But these are fine, right?" Adam Y. asked.

YES, THESE ARE FINE. GENTLE PETS, ADAM.

Adam nodded and focused on keeping his pets gentle. His tongue poked out of his mouth as he concentrated. It was heartmeltingly cute, and Death would have smiled if they could.

"Az," Pepper said, "my bunny seems tired. Is she okay?"

Death leaned over to get a better look. Without looking, though, they knew what the problem was. The bunny was old. It was nearing its time. Death winced. Its time would come within the next hour - the bunny, named Nettles, would go to sleep during the time it took for the students to switch groups and wouldn’t wake up.

They had told the others not to use their powers... but Death dreaded to think of what would happen when the other children came in to look at the bunnies. Or how Adam and the Them would react to the news.

Besides, a quick glance into all of time and space told Death that nothing would be harmed if Nettles passed away after the field trip was over.

SHE’S FINE, they said, patting Nettles on the head. Her nose twitched and she blinked at the group around her, as though just waking up from a nap.

War somehow had been given the rowdiest kids. The ones that the teachers always had to separate from their friends and sit with the quiet kids in the hope they’d be a good influence. The ones that had to be dragged back to class after recess. The ones that drew on their desks and arms and all over their homework.

In any other situation she would have loved it. However, since they were supposed to be on their “best behaviour”, she was forcing herself to push down any enjoyment and be the “responsible one”. If she didn’t, it might end up ruining the trip for Adam and she could not have that.

Which mean that instead of provoking or even cheering them on, she had to break up a fight between two seven-year-olds three different times before they made it to their second exhibit.

This was, unfortunately, the burden of parenting.

“Okay,” she said through clenched teeth, holding the two boys by the back of their shirts, “enough of that. You’re going to scare the goats away.”

Brandon scowled and Jason pouted.

“Yeah!” snapped Anne, the kid in the group who apparently had taken one look at War and decided she was the coolest person ever. “You’ll scare ‘em to death!”

“Yeah,” War said. “To death. Goats can get really scared really easily and sometimes they can die from it.”

Brandon and Jason looked horrified.

“You boys don’t want to kill any goats, do you?”

“No!” Both of them shouted at once.

“Then no more fighting!”

“Okay!” Both boys held each other’s hands, apparently deciding on a truce. Hopefully they’d forget whatever issue they’d been having before they moved on to the next exhibit. War didn’t think she could use that excuse on any of the other animals. Maybe the rabbits.

“Good job, Anne,” War said. Anne beamed.

The kids were all given carrot sticks to feed to the goats. As soon as they smelled food, the whole herd were crowding the fence, sticking their heads over or against the wire to try and get as much food as they could. War watched with only mildly begrudging amusement as the kids who had just been driving her crazy started squealing and cooing with delight over all the goats.

“Miss Carmine!” Sara J. yelled. “Feed them with us!” She stuck out one of her carrot sticks.

War took the offered stick and joined the kids by the fence. Almost immediately, the goats that were closest to her started vying for her attention, nipping and biting at each other to force them out of the way, bleating furiously at each other. War made sure the kids weren’t watching - she had to be a good influence for the time being - and then started playing a little game with the goats, holding her carrot stick just out of reach and waving it around, showing it off to all the different goats, making it look like she’d give it to one of them, then to a different one, then to another one, and so on. The goats bleated and shrieked at each other and at her as she teased them and she grinned as they started biting each other more often.

“They like you,” Daniel said, oblivious to the tension between the animals. “Look, they all want your attention!”

“Of course they do,” War said with a slightly too sharp smile. The kid didn’t notice. “Are you gonna feed ‘em?”

Daniel nodded. “I’m gonna feed the baby.” He turned to the tiny baby goat that was sticking its head through the fence at the very bottom, smaller than all the others and able to fit. He held out his carrot stick towards the baby, and it reached out to take it, when all of a sudden a larger adult goat reached down, knocking the baby out of the way and snatching up the offered carrot. Daniel gave a startled cry, and that was when Anne, a look of righteous fury on her face, jumped forward and slammed her tiny fist into the goat’s chin, giving it a perfect uppercut.

War gave a very loud laugh. Then she remembered what her job was and she slapped her hand over her mouth.

The kids were all staring at her.

“I mean- don’t punch the goats!”

“Be careful,” Mr. Harkin said as he passed Famine the little brown bag of duck feed. “Those ducks can swarm you pretty fast. Give the kids small amounts so they don’t get overwhelmed.”

“Of course,” Famine said, already dreading it. “Come on, kids. Let’s go see the ducks.”

The kids were all delighted by the duck pond, and even Famine had to admit it was kind of nice. It wasn’t a very big pond, but it was big enough. There was a little island in the middle with a little roost for ducks to sleep, and the edge of the water was lined with a path of rocks and stones of different colours.

“No one get in the water,” Famine reminded the kids. “And be careful, we don’t want anyone slipping.”

“Okay, Mr. Sable!” five voices chorused at him. Famine wondered if his siblings had gotten kids as well behaved as these ones.

“Look!” Emily pointed, not towards the pond but across the small field they had walked across to get to the pond. “The ducks are coming!”

She was right - there was a flock of ducks waddling across the grass to reach them. It was a mass of brown feathers, with a handful of green heads sticking out, heading right towards them with single-minded focus.

Famine pulled out the bag and slowly - making sure not to touch the feed himself, not knowing what it would do if he did - poured a little handful into the palms of each kid. “Be careful when you feed them. But don’t get scared if they get too close. They’re just hungry.”

He wished the feed was bread crumbs with no nutritional value to the ducks instead of actual healthy food for them, but alas.

The kids spread out a little bit, standing further apart so the ducks didn’t crowd all of them. Famine stayed where he was and watched them. The ducks spread out as well, going to whichever kid was closest to them and eagerly snatching up the feed as the kids sprinkled it onto the ground or tossed it across the yard. David seemed to enjoy that the most, throwing it at the ducks rather than feeding them directly.

Famine privately hoped his influence would keep the ducks hungry long after they had left. Then just a minute later, he regretted thinking it, because the ducks started coming towards him.

“We’re out of food,” Jessica said.

“They’re still hungry!” cried Emma - not Emily, but apparently they were best friends and everyone got them confused anyway. “Give us more food!”

“Please,” Famine said on instinct.

“Please!”

“Alright, let me just,” Famine took a step, then had to put his foot back down when that spot was swarmed with ducks. He looked around for an empty spot but there was none - every space around him was just ducks.

“They keep coming to you,” Thomas said helpfully.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Famine said, trying to take a step back, then forward, and ended up not moving at all. He shuffled to the side and the ducks moved, but not enough for him to move.

“They know you have the food!” Emily shouted. “Quick, do something!”

“They’re gonna eat you!”

“Calm down,” Famine said, but this started off a cacophony of children’s voices shrieking about him being eaten by the ducks in varying degrees of panic. G-o-d if Heaven or Hell could see him now-

“Go get help!” David yelled, looking near hysterics. Jessica and Emma both started moving before Famine quickly assured them they did not need to do that, even as the ducks, quacks getting louder and louder, started trying to reach up and grab the feed bag from his hand, flapping their wings with irritation when he held it to his chest and out of their reach. He flapped his hand at the ducks, but they just flapped their wings and quacked at him, so that accomplished nothing.

Finally, in a move so quick he barely realized it was happening until it was over, one duck took flight, jumping straight up and snatching the very bottom of the brown bag. It ripped the bag right open and feed spilled out of the bag and all across the ground. The kids gasped and Famine cursed, almost tripping backwards out of surprise at the duck’s actions, but now the ducks were all sated as they attacked the ground around his feet, swarming him again as they fought to be fed.

Finally, Famine managed to step over the horde and get himself free. By then, the kids had forgotten their terror and were all laughing.

Well, as long as they were having a good time.

“What did that word you said mean? Fuck?”

Shit.

Pollution felt such a kinship with the pigs. The rest of the animals were filthy but the pigs were something else. They didn’t even have to influence the environment, the environment was already disgusting. It was wonderful. And the kids agreed.

It was literally taking everything in them to not just jump in the mud puddle and disappear into it forever and focus on what they were supposed to be doing.

“Don’t pull their tails,” they said to Jeffrey.

“Yeah, don’t pull their tails!” Elizabeth said, glaring at the boy who was now petting his piglet, properly chastised.

“And don’t kiss your pig on the mouth!” Pollution pointed at Antoine. Antoine frowned but lowered his piglet and kissed it on the forehead instead, which Pollution supposed was good enough. Good thing Pestilence wasn’t here.

“Um, Chalky?” Henry asked hesitantly. “The pig took my sock.”

Pollution turned around and yep - the little boy was standing with one bare foot in the mud, his tiny shoe in one hand, and a little piglet was all the way across the pen with a bright red sock in its mouth.

“Why did you take your sock off?”

“Because it was all scrunched up in my shoe and I took my shoe off to fix it but the pig-”

“Okay, okay, I’ll get it back,” Pollution sighed, standing up. They stepped into the muddy pen and walked over to the pig, who took one look at the agent of chaos coming its way and decided to take some inspiration from them by sprinting away.

“Get back here!” Without thinking, Pollution took off after it. The kids cheered them on, clapping enthusiastically as Pollution chased the rambunctious little bastard through the mud. Luckily this was not the first time Pollution had chased something - or someone - through mud, so they weren’t worried about slipping or falling.

Until the pig turned around and charged them and startled Pollution so badly that they slipped and fell flat on their back into the mud.

And oh, it was so wonderful.

“Chalky!”

“Are you okay?”

“Did you get my sock?”

“Someone get help!”

“I’m fine!” Pollution raised their hand and waved at the kids, not getting up. “I’m just enjoying the mud, I’m fine!”

It was glorious. The sticky wet feeling of the mud seeping into their clothes, soaking their hair, dirtying their hands and everything it touched. Pollution wondered when they had last soaked in a mud puddle. Maybe a month ago. They needed to do it more often.

“What did they say?”

“They’re enjoying the mud.”

“Oh.” A pause. “Can we come and join?”

“No! We can’t do that, we’re not allowed! Right, Chalky?”

Pollution thought about Elizabeth’s question. Then they felt something snuggling up under their arms. They looked down and saw two different pigs snuffling at them. One of them had Henry’s sock. Pollution tugged the sock from its mouth and held it up triumphantly. “Got your sock, Henry!”

“Can I come and get it?”

“But we’re not allowed.”

“You’re allowed!” Pollution said. More pigs had come to sniff at them and had started laying down next to them, lazing in the sun. “All of you come and join me.”

They heard the kids squelching their way over. Henry took his sock back. “Thank you Chalky.”

“No problem.” Pollution thought for a moment. “You kids can just hang out with the pigs here while I lay here, right?”

“Sure!”

“Can we dump mud on you?”

“Absolutely.”

HOW DID IT GO? Death asked the other chaperones as they got together for lunch time. The kids were all sitting in a circle and talking about the day so far. The adults sat together and watched them while eating their own lunches.

Or, at least, Mrs. Smith and Mr. Harkin sat together and the horsepeople sat together, separately.

"I had a good time,” Pollution said.

YOU AND YOUR KIDS ARE COVERED IN MUD, CHALKY. The disapproval was clear.

“Hey, I’m covered in mud, the kids just got a little muddy! This is a success story!”

“Mrs. Smith doesn’t look happy,” Famine said with a look at the teacher, who was glaring at them.

“If she doesn’t want the kids getting dirty, then maybe don’t bring them to a fucking farm!”

I SAID NO SWEARING ON THIS TRIP.

“Yeah, Chalky, language,” Famine said.

“And I’m sure you all had successful time too,” Pollution said with a glare. “I saw you giving your kids money earlier, Raven.”

“You’re such a snitch!”

“What did you do?” War asked with a grin.

Famine glared, but Death was staring at him. “I may have said a word - under duress - that was not appropriate for seven-year-olds, and the money might have been a bribe to get them to forget it ever happened. Or at least not tell their parents who taught it to them.”

RAVEN!

“It was an accident! I was startled!”

“For shame, Raven,” Pollution said with a shake of their head.

“You’re the one who got your kids crawling through the mud.”

“Teaching kids swears and bribing them is worse than getting them a little dirty,” War said, her grin widening. “Nice going.”

“And how did your kids do, Carmine?” Famine said with a glare.

“They were perfect. On an unrelated note, Anne might have a future in boxing ahead of her, and I’m also going to need to borrow some cash from you.”

“Bribery again!” Pollution pointed an accusing finger. “What did you do?”

“It was the kid, not me! I just laughed at what she did! And now I need the kids to forget I laughed before they grow up thinking punching animals is funny!”

THEY PUNCHED AN ANIMAL?!

“Anne was defending her friend and one of the baby animals! It was deserved. But also they can’t grow up thinking punching animals is funny even though in the moment it totally was.”

“What about you, Az?” Pollution looked over to Death, who was on the verge of a lecture that needed to be avoided. “How were Adam and the kids?”

THEY WERE JUST FINE AND NOTHING HAPPENED.

The three of them stared at Death.

“What did you do?” War asked suspiciously.

I KEPT A BUNNY ALIVE TO AVOID UPSETTING THE CHILDREN.

“You used your powers!”

“We agreed we wouldn’t!”

THE BUNNY WAS GOING TO DIE. IT WOULD HAVE RUINED THE WHOLE DAY. IT WAS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM WHAT THE THREE OF YOU WERE DOING, Death stated firmly, unashamed.

“Because we didn’t violate the one rule we made for ourselves?”

“For shame, Azrael,” Famine said, shaking his head. “For shame.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Yeah, Az.”

I SAID BEST BEHAVIOUR AND YOU ALL FAILED. I AT LEAST HAD A PURPOSE FOR WHAT I WAS DOING.

“Oh, here we go again - ‘I’m the oldest, I never make mistakes, I always have a purpose, blah blah blah’,” War mocked. “Just admit we all fucked up today.”

I WILL NOT.

“Then no bullying us for our fuck ups.”

STOP SWEARING. RAVEN’S MISTAKE WAS BAD ENOUGH.

“It wasn’t that bad!”

“Mrs. Smith is coming over,” Pollution said.

Mrs. Smith was coming over. And she told them on no uncertain terms that they would not be allowed to chaperone any field trips for the rest of the year. Possibly ever.

But at the end of the day, Adam came home happy and unaware of the chaos they had sewn, and that was what mattered.

#not acknowledging how long this is or how long it took #good omens #accidental antichrist acquisition au #adam young #war good omens #famine good omens #death good omens #pollution good omens #good omens au #good omens fic #i'm writing stuff #i'm making stuff #ask #aquadrops #is adam y greasy johnson or warlock? your pick #but yes he is adam young. just not the antichrist adam. just one of the human babies in the switch who ended up raised by the youngs

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