#thankfully if it comes down to the wire i just have to post up to chapter 2

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

ok so i wasn't able to finish my mario fic by the time the mario movie came out (fair; its pushing 15k so far)

but now i have to finish it by mid-May because thats when the new zelda game is coming out, and I'm referencing its prequel in the fic so.

[catscidr]

Imagine Yandere Dottore x puppet like reader 🤭

i got carried away (again) im sorry lmaogsnfs(ɾ⚈▿⚈)ɹ this isnt as yandere as u would expect it to be for a dottore post bc i love me some good slow burn and character development but its fine its still dottore ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: dottore tinkers with reader's inner stuff (literally), he gets weird about it includes: gn!reader, dottore, pantalone and dottore's clones mentionned for like a second wc: 1,5k

You and Dottore had a simple routine; once a week, he would fix you up from whatever had happened to your body and mechanical system from adventuring in the past seven days and, in exchange, you would let him look and poke around your intricate mechanisms so he could learn more about machines and artificial life in Teyvat. He was, first and foremost, a scholar after all. 

However, he’s been getting a little more handsy and has seemed almost... worried the last two times you came back from your trips. 

...Worried in his own way, of course. 

The doctor wasn’t afraid to make you uncomfortable and, when he found a particularly harmful anomaly in your body, he could be even more insufferable. Nothing that you couldn’t handle- being mostly made up of elemental energy and cables gave you a pretty resistant body- so his change in attitude only irritated you more than it hurt. His hands, usually covered by surgical gloves, would lack the latex material to move aside your plates, leaving fingerprints all over the sides and corners. You voiced your annoyance with his behavior but, in normal Il Dottore fashion, he simply disregarded your complaints. 

Today was no exception; you had just come back from a trip in Liyue, exploring the depths of the Chasm and underground mines, and came back to his lab covered in that gross, dark goo. You weren’t experiencing any side effects from the substance thankfully, still, the doctor argued that there had to be something wrong somewhere. The dirt stuck to your clothes and had no intentions of coming off when you rubbed at it (you considered bugging the Regrator to pay for a new outfit because there was no way you were going to lose your hard-earned mora just because a hilichurl decided to fling a handful of that filthy mud at you), but that was the extent of your problems. You kept insisting to the doctor that you were fine, that you just needed a good, long, scalding hot shower to scrape the dirt off of your artificial skin, but he just wouldn’t let it go. 

You had taken off your overcoat, the extra layer being in the way of his handiwork and had tossed it somewhere on his desk in petty revenge. He paid no mind to the small mess you made of his workspace, his attention purely on you- or rather, his attention purely on a stubborn stain on the bottom of your neck, trickling down to your collarbone, stopping right before your inner layer of clothes. Right where that damn hilichurl had struck you. 

“Do I need to send a segment with you every time you go out or will you stop putting yourself in situations where you get all fucked up and have to crawl back to me?” he grumbles dramatically under his breath, loudly enough for you to hear. Purposely. 

With your head thrown back, tilted away from him to allow him the space to open up your neck panel to clean your inside system from the goo that had seeped through the cracks, you can do nothing but groan in annoyance, done with his passive aggressive comments demeaning your competency. 

“You keep saying that, but I doubt you or your clones would be able to keep up with me. All you ever do is stay holed up in your lab. How would a hermit possibly be of help to me?” you huff, staring up at the ceiling.  

Suddenly, you feel your hand clench and twitch repeatedly and you wince in discomfort. Glancing down, you see Dottore’s unamused and irritated gaze boring into you as he pinches the wire in your mechanism responsible for hand movement, a silent threat for you to tone down your attitude. 

“What? It’s true!” you double down stubbornly, smacking his fingers away from you with your free hand. He scoffs, irritated, but doesn’t respond. He had better things to do than to prove himself to you, anyways. While he sulks, you bring your (previously twitching) hand up to the light, rolling your wrist and wriggling your fingers to make sure he didn’t damage anything. 

“Next time I’ll just ask one of your clones to patch me up if you’re so pissed that I come see you when I get back from my trips,” you scoff, placing both hands flat on the vivisection table you were sitting on, leaning on them as you look at him with a raised brow. You can feel the tension radiating off of him, his jaw clenching as he straightens his back, looking (glaring) back at you. 

“Don't,” he says simply, taking a step towards you and bringing his hands back up to your throat to finish the job he had started earlier- getting rid of that pesky mud. 

You feel the atmosphere shift as clear as day. You may not be human, but you were pretty in-tune with emotions and how they worked; which was why you were even more confused as to why the Harbinger was acting this way. Tilting your head back to let him do what he was doing just a few minutes ago, you break the tense silence. 

“Then stop being on my case,” you huff, closing your eyes to let him do what he had to do. You hear him hum in response and hold back the urge to scoff at him and his childish antics. 

Dottore diligently and silently cleans the crevices of your neck and throat, nimble fingers fixing damaged wires and placing things back where they should be so everything is in order once more. With his usual mask absent, his face was impossibly close to your throat, almost inside of your puppet body as he studied how you worked. Instead of blood flowing through veins and creating a pulse, you had electro energy flowing through you, mimicking the veins you lacked. When you inhaled, a weak wave of energy would flow up the left side of your body, and when you exhaled it would go back down, and rinse and repeat. Dottore watched the process, pensive, while you stared at nothing, bored out of your mind. 

“Are you done yet?” you ask quietly, legs itching to hop off the metal table. Dottore stays quiet for longer than usual, lost in thought. 

In a flash, he puts his entire hand beneath your chest from the opening in your neck. His fingers brush something rubber-y in texture, digging deeper between your chest plate and the mess of cables mimicking a spine. You make a garbled noise of surprise, roughly pulled out of your thoughts and yank his hand out, face flushed with embarrassment and something akin to fury (but not quite). 

“What the fuck was that?!” you hiss, hand still holding his wrist firmly. Dottore watches the way his hand prickles with electro as it fades in the air, his eyebrows furrowed and expression indecipherable. Crimson eyes flicker back up to meet yours. You can't help the shudder that passes through your body, swallowing a lump in your throat nervously from the intensity of his gaze. 

“I wonder how your body would react if you were injected with hydro energy,” he murmurs to himself, still staring right at you. “Would you let me find out?” he asks, voice slightly louder than before. 

“Would you let me do more than just observe your inner machinery?” he asks. The Harbinger takes a step forward. 

“Would you let me toy with you?” 

Dottore, now staring down at your sat figure, carried an aura you couldn’t decipher. With his body blocking the overhead lighting, it almost looked like his hair was reflecting the buzzing fluorescent lights of his lab, icy hair surrounding his head like a gentle halo. You feel your mouth get dry, rendered unable to respond. 

“Only come to me. I’ll learn how your body works, inside and out. No one is to see you like this,” he whispers, face eerily still. “Not even my segments. I’ll behead them in front of you if need be.” 

Dottore held his face mere inches away from yours, his ragged breath tickling your cheeks as it made the stray strands of hair flutter. Your eyes never left his, not even when he brought one hand up to your face, sliding across your cheek to tangle itself into your hair while his other hand glid across the cables inside your chest cavity in uncharacteristic fondness. Though his fingers were gentle and soft, his eyes didn’t betray the flicker of something sinful. 

“Would you like that? To be able to study their innards,” he says in a sickly-sweet tone. You study his face; his eyes, usually swimming with irritation and contempt, held a hint of something akin to devotion. 

“Let me study yours. Let me pull you apart completely and then put you back together. I’m not satisfied with simply looking anymore,” he hisses, eyes widening. “I want to mark you from the inside. So let me.” 

You couldn’t find the will to protest. 

[its-in-the-woods]

Coyote Head - Part 8 - Dancing in Thunder

master list

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean 

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: The spring dance end in a storm

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning:  Animal/people death, dead animal mutilation, Blood, Gore, Violence, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Older Man/Younger Woman

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

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*please mind the tags, this one gets a bit gross

Lucy sat on the toilet trying to calm her breathing, the music could just be heard through the wood wall beside her. The level of anxiety she’d been feeling lately was supposed to be tempered by the Friday night dance, instead, it had just made her feel more out of place. The week had been a non-stop run. The cows had finally finished calving, two needing assistance, Lucy wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to having her entire arm inside a cow. Thankfully with Lucy’s help, both calves had come out healthy. Then there was the fencing issues, John Roth had come over asking about fencing at the border between Lucy’s property and his. An additional calf and three more cows had been injured, driving up the fence Lucy could see the concern. Several posts had been broken at the base, wires tangled in a mess. What was most concerning was the dozens of tufts of hair stuck to barbs, something had dragged the cows across the barbed wire and into the bush. Something big. 

The door opened and Lucy’s head popped up, realizing that she needed to get a move on. Taking a breath she stood and straightened her dress, it was blue, snug under her bust, and flared out to just below her knees. The top had a square neckline with mid-length sleeves that covered just enough to ward off the spring air. The bottom was covered in floral embroidery, a hand me down from her Aunt Marge, it was beautiful, light, and fit her perfectly. 

Once her hands were washed, Lucy made her way back into the hall. The building wasn’t huge by any stretch, it had a small dining hall and kitchen, which then attached to the main dance hall. The building had been built in the nineteen-sixties and hadn’t changed much since then, besides a coat of paint. Along the far wall were several tables with chairs, then on the other wall was a band singing, and in the middle of the room were dozens of pairs dancing to the tunes.

Lucy gave a small smile as she moves across the room, to the table Cooper was sitting at. He smiles up at her, before getting up to pull her chair out. She graciously sat down taking a sip of water out of her glass. Sorely wishing she had some wine to relax the last of the nerves. 

“What’s on your mind, beautiful,” Cooper asks, his big hand engulfing her own, she could see the worry lines popping around the edges of his brows.

Lucy put on her best smile, hoping Copper wouldn’t notice how tense her shoulders were. “Probably just need another spin on the dance floor.”

Cooper’s brows didn’t relax, Lucy inwardly groaning at how easy she was to read. He didn’t say anything, instead standing and reaching a hand towards her. Lucy, grateful that he didn’t press things here, standing, and smoothing her dress again before grabbing the man’s hand. 

A riotist country tune twanged onto the speakers, causing more people to come to the floor. The sound of cowboy boots and heels stomping to the beat, Cooper twirled Lucy around dipping her down before swinging her back around. A cheer rose up from the crowd as they moved their feet in time with the beat. Lucy couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she continued to move with him, the man dragging her back into his arms so she was back to chest. The feel of his strong arms wrapped around her, the heat rising against her back easing any lingering anxiety. 

The tune continued, more shouts and laughter as another couple came in, the man swinging the woman up into the air. Twirling around, Lucy and Cooper cheering as the woman came to swing down in a deep swoop. Lucy grins and claps her hands as the pair bows. Everyone smiling at the show in front of them. 

After the upbeat tune, comes something a little softer and slower, the lights going down just enough for it to feel like each couple is in their own little world.  Cooper gently spins Lucy towards him, one of her hands on his hip and the other on his shoulder. Cooper does the same as the melody spins through the air. Lucy leans her head to rest against his collarbone, Cooper kissing the top of her head. The two slowly move back and forth in circles around the other couples. 

Lucy, taking in how nice he smelt, he always smelt good even after working all day, now he smelt like wood smoke and warm spices. His shirt is clean, blue jeans pressed, and boots shining in the low light of the room. The calm slowing Lucy’s heart, just for a moment the fencing, the cows, the farm, the forest, were now just background noise. She could just focus on how softly Cooper held her, despite how strong they were, how their bodies fit together and swayed to the music. 

Lucy - LUCY

Her head shot up, looking around the room for the voice, hands moving from Cooper as she turns in circles. Pushing past people and moving towards the groups, looking for a familiar face, trying to find him. Trying to figure out where the sound had come from, how had it sounded like her Grandfather? How was that even possible? 

“Lucy?” Cooper asks, his hand finding hers as she madly keeps searching. 

Lucy’s heart was pounding, her eyes wild as she searched each person’s face for the one who called her name. She tried to break herself free from Cooper’s grip but he pulled her back towards him.

“I heard him,” Lucy says, her voice carrying across the now silent room. Eyes finally focusing in, everyone around her stopping to stare at her. She froze, stepping back towards Cooper, a few other couples had stepped away from her, their eyes looking over her face like she had sprouted horns. 

Cooper brings her back, “It’s okay, little tired's all.” He says, the music coming back on as he firmly steers her towards the hallway. Lucy was suddenly in a daydream, the world going fuzzy. Her body moving on it's own without much thought.

“I heard him,” Lucy says again, her voice quieter as Cooper tucked them into the kitchen. The light just bright enough for them to see each other, the stainless steel appliance seeming so harsh compared to the wooden building.

Cooper stands Lucy in front of him so he can look right into her eyes, his brows scrunched together as he looks her up and down. “What did you ‘ear?”

“Grandpa Tim. He was calling my name.” Lucy said quietly, trying to hold

Cooper’s gaze. Her mind a blaze with the distinct sound of her late grandfather's voice. “It sounded like he was right there.”

Cooper let out a low whistle at that, his hand rubbing against his face, others squeezing her hand. “Ya sure?”

Lucy nods, looking towards the door, hearing people moving down the hallway. Almost certainly talking about the little stunt that just happened. “It sounded as if he was right beside me like we are talking now.” 

Cooper hums, pulling his bottom lip against his teeth, “Like the stuff in the journals?”

She worried at her lip, “I've barely read one, but something like that yah. I am not going crazy Cooper, I heard him. I heard my name. The journals barely touch on the subject-”

Cupping her face Cooper stops the ramble before it starts, “I don’t think you’re crazy, Luce. Just tryin’ to wrap my ‘ead around it, is all.”

Lucy's brows furrow as she tries not to let herself spiral. “Can we go home?” 

“Absolutely, let me go get yer purse,” Cooper leans down to kiss her, squeezing her hand again before leaving. 

***

They made their way to Lucy’s truck, in the distance the sound of thunder rumbled booms across the grassland. Lucy’s head popping up, looking southwest of where she stood she could see the distinction swell of white and black thunderheads. Looking eerily similar to scooped ice cream piled onto a black haze. Cooper looks towards it as well, as he holds the door open for her to get inside. Lucy thanks him as she settles into the passenger seat.

Lucy grabs her phone, skimming through the apps to find the weather. Not that they were ever accurate, it was more wide guestimate. Instead, she swiped over to the radar, having lived in the prairies long enough to be familiar with it. Taking a look at the giant bloom of green spreading up and moving towards them. It eerily looked like a big bird of prey flying straight at them. 

“Looks like a good thunderstorm system moving towards us,” Lucy says, as Cooper gets the old beast going, moving into reverse to pull out of the hallway parking. Before heading straight towards the ever-growing storm.

As they head south towards her home, Lucy mentions that she wanted to grab a box of journals from the place. Halfway there the rain hit hard and fast. Groaning Lucy squirmed in her seat and Cooper flipped on the whippers, squinting through the downpour. 

A large animal drats across the road, Cooper slamming on the brakes as the tires squeal. The slick road causes the tires to slide, Cooper trying to correct them; as they start to slide and spin toward the ditch. Lucy lets out a small scream, closing her eyes and waiting for impact. But it never came. 

Chest heaving Lucy opened her eyes to see they were facing north now instead of south. Letting out her held breath as she looked around, happy that they had somehow made it without a crash. Cooper turns the truck back south to drive the rest of the way home. His hands gripping the wheel a little tighter.

***

The door was still closed, all the windows unbroken, yet the heavy ball of dread sat in Lucy’s stomach. The same feeling she had had when the place had been trashed. Similar to the feeling she'd felt walking on the edge of the forest.

Clenching her hand in Cooper’s trying to decide what to do. It was still pouring down rain, Cooper watching her closely as she looked over the house. Lucy feeling silly that she was struggling to go into her own home.

“We don’t have to go in. It can wait till tomorrow,” Cooper says, trying to soothe her. 

“No, I should go get the box, I need to start really looking through them. Make some notes, trying to figure out what is going on.” Lucy says, repeating to herself that she was safe and Cooper was here. Nothing was going to happen. 

Lucy gets out of the truck striding, as confidently as she can, to the front door. Putting her key into the deadbolt and turning it with a satisfying click. Another repetition of her mantra before she turned the handle. Doing everything in her power to keep her eyes open as she pushes the door open, Cooper following just behind her. She turns on the hallway light and toes off her rain-soaked shoes. She went to the living room and flicked on the light. 

Letting out the breath she was holding as she scanned the space. Nothing out of order, everything in its place. Cooper takes his shoes off before he goes and sits himself down at the dining table. 

“Get what you need, and then we can go back to my place,” Cooper says calmly, Lucy opens up the fridge to grab a beer and slides it to him, popping open her own. She turns and walks towards her bedroom. 

A scream leaves Lucy’s mouth as she tumbles out of the doorway onto the floor. The bottle of beer hits the floor with a loud thud, as she lays there in horror looking into her bedroom.

The desecrated corpse of a coyote was laid out on her bed. The head lay in the center of Lucy's pillow, the pelt stretched out with bones carefully placed in the right order. Heart laid closest to her, tail and paws placed where they'd have naturally been. It would have been almost artful if it was so brutal. Out of all of it, what spooked her the most was the fact that there was not a drop of blood to be found. 

Scrambling backward from the horror in front of her, Lucy feels Cooper reaching down to pick her up. His yells echo through the place as he sees what is laid out on the bed. 

Lucy

Her eyes going wide at the sound of her Grandfather's voice, again. Feet frozen to the floor as she looks into the kitchen and living room. Cooper tries to hold onto her as she turns towards the voice.

Lucy. I am right here. Come help me.

The voice was further down toward where the spare bedroom was. It crackles almost as if it was coming through an old ham radio set. Lucy started to move towards, Cooper’s hand slipping from her wrist. She had to go, he was there, just out of reach out of sight. The pull around her naval making her take two more steps before her brain screamed for her to stop.

“Lucy, Lucy, stop.” Cooper's voice breaks the mesmer, that hung like thick fog all around her.

“Cooper?” Lucy said quietly, looking around confused as to where the sound could be coming from.

“Don't go to the voice,” Cooper calls out, Lucy unsure why he was even in the house. Cooper wasn't supposed to be there, not now. The voice? What was he talking about? Why was she so scared?  Lucy looked down at the dress she wore, why was she in a dress?

LUCY

It screams right into her ear, like a thousand voices saying her name over and over. It wasn’t right, the letters, and syllables were all wrong. As if it was trying to sound human but the word didn't fit in its mouth. Lucy covers her ears, a scream ripping out of her throat as she falls to the ground. Trying desperately to get it to stop calling her name, her hands banging against the side of her face. Her body curling up on the floor, eyes screwed tight as she screams for it to stop. Something was banging, banging? and banging. As if someone was beating her over the head with a hammer. Lucy desperately tries to fend off the unstoppable noise. 

Something in the back of her mind broke through, telling her she needed to move, to get out of the house. Lucy whimpers, rolling onto her knees and crawling to the door. Every bang, noise, sound, made it feel like her ear were bleeding. The door felt like it was a lifetime away, her vision nearly blacking out with every movement she made. Her body trembling as the sound continues to pound against her brain. 

Blood was dripping on the floor, as she finally came to the door. Looking up at the nob as if it was as far as the sun, she reaches up and turns the knob, before falling towards the deck outside.  The cool night air was the last thing she felt as the world went black.

***

The world was fuzzy, a vaseline-like filter over everything, the light too bright as she tried to move her head. Lucy blinks a few times, as she tries to cover her eyes with her hand. It was stiff and something was stuck into the top. 

“Lucy, stay still.” Someone whispers, Lucy tries to see who it is but it is so blurry.

She attempted to wipe at her eyes with less success, she was so confused. Where was she, and how did she get here? Why did everything hurt so much? 

“Hold on, we are going to give her something to help calm her down.”

***

Lucy woke to the soft sounds of beeping, a warm hand holding hers, opening her eyes the place was clear. The white and green walls of the hospital, machines beeping next to her, Cooper sitting in a wheelchair beside her, dressed in loose-fitting black sweatpants, and a grey v-neck t-shirt. His eyes were closed, his hand held hers, his thumb rubbing over the top of her knuckles. 

“Coop-” Lucy croaked out, her mouth and throat so dry that it was hard to sleep.

Cooper sat up with a start, eyes blinking a few times. “Lucy,” He gasped out, immediately pressing the call button that sat on his lap. 

He let go of her hand grabbing a glass of water from beside him. “Here take a sip.”

Lucy swallows down a few gulps, the water burning as it goes down. She scrunches her brows, forcing herself to drink another couple of sips, coughing as it went down.  Swallowing several more times, trying to get her throat coated.  

“What happened?” Lucy sighed laying back on the bed, a few nurses coming in to fuss over her. Vitals were taken, they checked her eyes, grip strength, reflexes, and a bunch of other stuff that made her head spin.

“We went to your place,” Cooper swallows, wheeling his chair so he is closer to her. “I don’t really know, I saw what was on the bed when you started to scream. Then it goes hazy.”

Lucy’s whole body went stiff as she remembered her name being called out echoing through her head. The heart monitor beeping as her brain ran, fragments of the evening washing over her like a cold shower. The coyote lay spread on her bed, the way not a drop of blood was anywhere to be seen.

“Harris dragged us out, we’re both bleedin out of our ears. The lights flickering, you were still screaming when he arrived. Neither of us co-heritant.” Cooper takes a moment sipping from his glass. “He managed to get us into the truck and drove us to hospital. They airlifted us to Swancity,” 

She swallows, tears burning at the corners of her eyes. Lucy barely remembered any of it, bits and pieces slotting into her mind. The image of the coyote, the voice, burnt into her mind. “Did anyone go in the house?”

Cooper looks away, turning towards the door. “Yes, Lucy. Harris called the police once we're safe, they didn’t do much. Said t'wasn't a sign of forced entry and no fingerprints. Not, sure why we bothered callin'em. I’ve never seen anythin' like that and they just shrugged it off. ” His hazel eyes wide as he looked at her, “It was so strange, there was no blood. Besides ours.”

Lucy leans back in the uncomfortable bed, scrunching her feet in the sheets. A petite woman in a white coat walked in, glasses perched in her graying hair.

“It’s good to see you up, Ms. MacLean.” The doctor said, a badge on the front read Dr. Kallians. “You had quite forty-eight hours, thankfully all your tests came back normal. I would like you to follow up with your primary- ah. You don’t have one.” The doctor sighed, looking over the paperwork. “Are you able to go to the clinic in Roseville?”

Lucy nods, her hand still gripping Cooper’s as she listens to the doctor. “I think I can do that.” ’ 

“Nothing showed on the scans?” Cooper pressed, looking between Lucy and Dr. Kollins. “She’s okay? We’re okay?”

The doctor shrugged a little, rubbing her eyes, “Medically speaking yes. Both you and Ms. MacLean have a clean bill of health. If anything should happen again, please go back to the hospital.” Cooper nods his head, Lucy doing the same. “You can go after the nurse comes to take out your IV..”

The woman turns on her heels and leaves before either of them can say much. Lucy taking it as her cue to sit up, her blanket falling to reveal the dressing gown she was in. 

“Oh god, please tell me that I have clothes,” Lucy let out a burst of laughter at the situation they're both in. 

Cooper reaches behind him and pulls a bag out, “There's some clothes here. But let’s wait till the nurse comes in.”

Lucy sighs, taking the bag from Cooper and placing it on the bed. “I don’t know if I can go back.” Lucy rubs her hands together, suddenly feeling completely out of place. “I just can’t stop thinking about it, I can still hear it. It kept calling my name. Whatever it was sounded like my Grandpa.”

All the blood drained from Cooper’s face as he listened to Lucy’s words. He swallows, looking back towards the door. His body rigid, as his hands twist around each other. “I heard it too, Lucy. But it wasn’t your Granddad, it was my wife, Barb.”

Lucy’s skin crawled, ears pounding at the thought, tears leaking out the corners of her eyes as she looks at Cooper. “I am so -”

The nurse walks in, and they both fall quietly. She looks between the two of them, sighing before busying herself with removing both IVs. Reminding them both to do follow-ups at the local clinic. 

Lucy turns back to Cooper, watching him carefully get out of the wheelchair. He stretches and groans, Lucy hears pops and cracks. 

“I am sorry, Cooper,” Lucy says quietly, sorry feels so empty, but nothing else comes out. 

Cooper turns to her, as he slips a worn sweater over his head, “It’s nothin,” He comes over to grab both of her hands in his,  “we can’t handle together.” 

Lucy gives a weak smile but nods her head. “You know. You don’t have to-” she looks down and away from him. “You have so much going on in your life. I can figure this out on my own. Or Dane can help-”

Cooper tips her chin up so that they’re looking eye to eye. “Nothin. We.” He leans in and kisses her gently. “Can’t handle.” He kisses her again. “Together.” 

Lucy flushes still looking at him. “Thank you, Cooper.”

“Now go on, get your pretty self dressed.” Cooper kisses her forehead, gesturing towards the small bathroom in the room. 

Part nine

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Hello could you do more fics about ballister head injury?(love your worke❤️)

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Cw: seizures, brain injury

Ballister leaned against Ambrosius, closing his eyes. “You sleepy, Bal?”

“Mhm.” Ballister rubbed his eyes. “I couldn't get to sleep last night. Kept having headaches and weird dreams.”

“That's no good, babe. Try to take it easy today. Do you think it's your head?”

“He just said it was his head, duh.” Nimona cut in. She'd been back for the past couple months, and she and Ambrosius were still getting used to each other. Ballister chuckled. “It's probably fine.” Ambrosius made a worried face.

Eight months ago, when Ballister was on the run, he'd suffered considerable head trauma, several times, one after another after another. The whole thing left Ballister with considerable brain damage in the frontal and temporal lobes especially. It was especially significant in the first few weeks after everything happened, when he was often unsteady on his feet, spoke with slurred speech, struggled with short term memory, understanding rapid or unclear speech, and extreme emotional outbursts where he would be extremely afraid, sad, angry, or happy without apparent cause. He'd also started having seizures at that time. Ambrosius learned to deal with them, but he always hoped each one would be Ballister's last. The doctor said they'd stop eventually, but they never knew when eventually would come.

Thankfully, since then, his brain had healed tremendously. Still, Ambrosius couldn't help but worry when Ballister had anything going on with his head.

“Alright, well, just be careful, okay? Don't strain yourself.” He kissed Ballister's cheek.

Nimona cackled. “Come on, Nemesis. I don't think the boss is gonna let some dumb headache slow him down! He's not made of glass, you know. He's ten percent solid steel and a hundred percent badass!”

“My arm makes up five percent of my weight, Nimona, also it's made of titanium.” Ballister smiled at her.

“See? Even cooler.” She returned to what she was doing and Ambrosius sighed. Maybe he was being a little overly anxious.

But as the day went on, Ballister seemed off. Foggy, distracted, a little bit uncharacteristically emotional or snippy sometimes. Even Nimona noticed, Ambrosius could see the puzzlement in her face even if she said nothing. It all came to a head later that day, they were at a park and they were noticed by members of the public, who started their usual barrage, asking frankly triggering questions and requesting photographs and signatures.

Ambrosius was used to all that, but while Ballister was somewhat accustomed to it, it always stressed him out. Ambrosius managed to fish his lover and Nimona away from the paparazzi and back to the safety of their vehicle.

“You guys alright?” Ambrosius started it up, flying through the airways. Ballister didn't answer, he glanced over. “Bal?”

His lover looked distant, blinking fast, looking around in a haze. “Do you, lemon?”

“What?” Oh shit. “Nimona, take his arm off!” Ambrosius began landing the vehicle in a safe place.

“What?” She looked quizzically from the backseat.

“Now! He's having a seizure, the prosthetic is wired to his nerves and muscle, the electrical signals can make it go nuts!”

Ballister knew a seizure was coming when he tasted lemon out of nowhere. They needed to get it together quickly, he was already having trouble speaking.

Quickly Nimona reached forward and disconnected the arm, and not a moment too soon. Ballister’s face twisted and his head began to jerk, along with his right leg, a rhythmic back and forth motion. Once Ambrosius was safely parked, he grabbed the blanket from the back seat and cushioned Ballister's head, and started a timer on his phone. A car was not the ideal place for this to happen, he wasn't completely sure of the protocol. Ballister was at least buckled, so he couldn't collapse into the dashboard. “It's okay, Bal.” He whispered softly. Everything will be okay.”

Nimona's eyes were wide with terror. After sixty-two seconds, Ballister went still, his eyes blearily gazing in front of him, foggy. Ambrosius stroked his hair. “It's over, love. It's over. You're okay.”

Nimona swallowed. “What happened to him?”

Ambrosius exited the vehicle and came around to open Ballister's door so he could more closely check up on him. He unbuckled him and helped him out of the car, supporting most of his weight. “Nimona, let me lay him in the back, he needs to lay on his side.”

Nimona moved out of the way. “What happened to him?”

Once Ballister was laid safely in a recovery position, Ambrosius sat beside the car and stroked his hair. “He had a seizure.”

“A seizure? I thought you had to be born with those. I've never seen him do this before.”

“He hit his head, a lot, after–” Ambrosius swallowed. “After what I did to him. It all added up, and left enough damage that this happens sometimes. Eventually it's supposed to go away, but we have no idea when. He's okay, he just won't be able to talk for a few minutes. Will you sit back here with him? Just make sure he's breathing okay, and try to comfort him while I drive home. Sometimes he gets a little emotional. You can give his arm back, too.” He swallowed. He wanted to comfort Ballister, but he needed to get them home safely. Ballister could recover better at home.

Nimona didn't seem to know what to do, but for once, she didn't argue. Ambrosius drove home hearing her speak softer than he ever had, in a reassuring voice.

When they got home, they managed to assist Ballister inside. He could now understand speech and get out a word here and there, but he was mostly disoriented and exhausted. Once Ambrosius checked that his breathing was normal, and he didn't have any severe bites in his mouth, he tucked him into their bed and let him rest, setting a timer to wake him up and check on him.

Nimona looked gaunt, she paced the living room.

“Aren't you a thousand years old? I thought you'd be used to things like seizures. This wasn't a bad one, thankfully. He's okay, you don't have to worry.” Ambrosius was a hypocrite. He was extremely worried.

She shook her head. “Not that, I mean, I've seen them before, they're normal, I've known thousands of people– but I didn't realize— I didn't realize someone could hurt their head so easily.” She whispered.

“What do you mean?”

She swallowed. “He got hit in the face with a rock when the Institute blew up. And I dragged him home. And I didn't even try to make sure he didn't hit his head! He was getting smacked into curbs left and right and– and I thought it was funny!” She rubbed her face. “I haven't been close with a human in so long, I forgot how fragile they were, how even something like that– it's partially my fault, don't you get it? I was careless and he hit his head and now he's suffering because of me.”

Ambrosius swallowed. Ballister told him about how Nimona said he'd hit his head on the curb when she took him home, and yes, it had contributed to several in a series of head injuries. He sat on the couch. “Nimona, it's not your fault. I knew about that. The doctor said the concussions hadn't helped, but most of the damage was from the debris, from Todd beating him up, and from when he fell through the stadium floor. It's just– how it is.”

Nimona sat on the couch beside him and sniffed. “You don't understand. I forgot how easily humans can be hurt. How easily they can die.”

“Oh…” Ambrosius looked down. “Well, for what it's worth, I don't think he'd be here at all if it wasn't for you. Humans are weak, but Ballister is strong. He's kind, resilient, and forgiving– I know that better than anyone. He's gonna be fine. Don't beat yourself up.”

Nimona sniffed and smiled at him. “Thanks, nemesis.”

[foreverdolly]

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: you’re hoping to make a good impression on your new boss. there’s just one problem: he’s an asshole. a very hot asshole.

pairings: boss!austin x employee!reader

word count: 2.2k

warning/notes: you guys have begged for more fake dating, so here it is. the beginning of what will be the end. this love story is adorable, and their dynamic is my absolute favorite. can't wait to post part three in the next week.

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“Well I heard he’s quite the looker.” Sophia mumbled under her breath, practically jogging to keep up with your long strides. The last thing you wanted was to be late for the big floor meeting, especially since you were about to be introduced to your new boss. That would be the icing on the shitty cake. Still, you refused to let this morning's parking ticket ruin your good mood. 

“Who said that? Nobody aside from Jeff has seen him, and that was only to finalize his paperwork.” One of the plant's leaves slapped you in the face as you began climbing the stairs, and with a groan you tucked the pot a little closer to your side, freeing up your vision so that you wouldn’t fall forward and bust your ass. You had picked up a little welcome gift for the newbie last night during your trip to the grocery store. It was only once you had gotten home that you realized that the plant didn’t have any plastic marker that stated its “preferences”. You hoped your newfound boss wouldn’t mind doing some googling in order to take care of his new greenery. Thankfully the man would be getting one of the nicer offices, which meant he’d have window space. 

“Martha from the first floor. She greeted him last week when he ran by to sign some papers.” Sophia was already out of breath from quickly climbing the stairs, muttering a few curse words as she tried to keep up with you and your fast pace. 

Martha was also a fifty year old crazy cat lady, so her saying that the mystery man was “handsome” meant nothing to you. If anything you were even more suspect about his good looks than you had been before. You let out a breathy laugh, freeing up one of your hands to open up the door for your best friend. 

“Martha also thinks that the mail delivery guy is a “looker”, and that guy has a receding hairline and buck teeth.” You were quick to fire back. 

Sophia looked like she wanted to argue, but stopped herself, a thoughtful look befalling her face. “Yeah. . . no, you’re totally right. Why didn’t I think of that? He’s probably going to have two heads.” 

You laughed loudly at that, turning to face your best friend as you continued the familiar walk to the conference room. “He’s probably bald- oof!” You grunted as you walked into a solid chest, the potted plant nearly flying out of your grasp. 

The person that you bumped into moved lightening fast, strong arms coming to wrap around both the pot and your arms. A little bit of dirt fell on the ground, and as you stared down at it you began to feel sorry for Javie, the janitor. You loved that tiny man. Behind you Sophia sucked in a breath, though you were too embarrassed to really pay attention to anything else other than the stranger’s dirt covered sleeve. You reached out, brushing off their nice- very expensive- blazer. 

“God, I should have been paying better attention to where I was walking. I’m so sorry.” You apologized, looking up at who you thought was Jeff. 

Because this person was practically a giant compared to most of the people on this floor, and the outfit and shoes? That was at least two months worth of your pay- if not more. Designer, no doubt. When you looked up, rather than meeting Jeff’s familiar brown eyes- you were met with blue. 

And there he was, in all of his glory. Him being “quite the looker” was the understatement of the century. This man was a model. His wire rimmed glasses did nothing to make him look boyish. The stranger in front of you was all man. For a few seconds all the two of you did was stare at each other. The blonde looked just as stunned as you did, his plush lips softly parted, eyes wide as he took in your features. After a moment he cleared his throat, his jaw clenching as he must have realized that the two of you were blocking hallway traffic, his hands still firmly wrapped around you. 

“We’re about to be late for the meeting.” He took a step back, and the loss of his firm grip on your arm nearly took your breath away.

Within seconds his warm, even soft blue eyes had hardened, his outwardly caring exterior turning ice cold. You tossed a look behind you at Sophia, dropping your jaw animatedly only for her to see before moving quickly to fall in step next to your new boss. “I’m so sorry about your blazer. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning-” 

He was already unbuttoning the soiled jacket, shrugging it off of his broad shoulders so that he was only standing in his crisp button up shirt and tie. His waist was narrow, accentuated by his belt. You could tell he was fit underneath all of those clothes. You hated yourself for it, but you were practically drooling. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just work hard for me from now on and we’ll call it even. Yeah?” He cut his eyes over towards you, and though you wanted to shrink under his gaze you merely held your head high and nodded. You were above outwardly fawning over the new guy. 

You weren’t, however, above silently crushing from afar. 

The man commanded the room unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Everything about his posture, his broad shoulders, and the surety of his actions told you that he meant business. Everybody stayed mostly silent as he introduced himself. Austin Butler. He looked like an Austin, you supposed. As he spoke you tried to rearrange the dirt in the pot with your fingers, smoothing it out so that it no longer looked ruined. The card in your purse suddenly seemed like overkill. You wanted him to think that you were nice, not a kiss ass. Then again, you needed to fix the horrible impression you had no doubt left him with earlier. He breezed out of the room the second that he was finished with the meeting, seemingly in a hurry to rid himself of the crowded room. Jeff was nowhere to be seen, but he had sent you an email earlier stating that he might be late coming back from lunch. His wife was out of town and their beloved cat, Mr Samson, hadn’t been eating well over the last week. You stood up, addressing the room with a bright smile. 

“Alright everyone, Jeff is going to be busy for the rest of the day, meaning you’ll either report directly to me or Mr Butler. Jenna? Can you drop by my cubicle before you leave today? I’ve got that Henderson file for you.” The blonde nodded, lazily joining the crowd as they dispersed out of the room. For a second you stood at the head of the long table, your eyes nervously darting back over to Sophia. 

“Thank god I work the payroll. I’d probably have a heart attack if I had to talk to Austin every day.” She mumbled, pretending to fan herself. 

You grabbed the plant off of the table, straightening out your shoulders as you walked over towards the door. “Well- let’s just hope that I didn’t fuck it up already. The last thing I need is for the guy to hate me.” 

You waved your goodbyes before heading straight towards the once unoccupied office. There were a few boxes on the floor, but there weren’t any decorations up yet. No pictures of wives or children, which you hoped meant that he was single. Not like you wanted to date him. . . just ogle from afar. You knocked on the open door, ducking your head in to shoot him one of your dazzling smiles. It usually worked on everyone. Almost everyone. Austin didn’t smile back. 

Your heart rate began to pick up as you held the plant up, giving it a gentle shake before placing it on the edge of his spotless desk. 

“It’s a little bit ironic, but I bought this for you. Consider it a welcome gift from me and my team.” Before he could say anything else, you were already digging into your purse, handing over the card too. 

He slowly took it from you, shooting you an incredulous look before opening it. You weren’t sure why. . . but his standoffish attitude was rubbing you the wrong way. Maybe it was the fact that he was outwardly perfect. You should have expected him to be rude. Pretty people are often rotten on the inside. You cleared your throat, pointing at the card. 

“Just a few words of encouragement. I thought it might make you feel a little more comfortable around all of these new faces. If you ever nee-” 

And then he did it. Did this thing. 

He sighed. He sighed like you were bothering him. Like your presence was a nuisance. Your face fell, your teeth clenched, and all at once you decided that you couldn’t stand Austin Butler. He was blowing you off. Shrugging off your kind gestures. Your unnecessarily kind gestures. Your hands balled up into fists at your sides as you tried to fight off the urge to slap the glasses right off of his pretty-boy face. 

“I’m not trying to be rude, but I’m really busy at the moment.” He was cool guying you. He was totally fucking cool guying you right now. 

“Oh,” Your voice had lowered an octave, shaking with anger. He seemed to notice, his eyes quickly flickering up to meet your face. “I can see that I came at the wrong time.”

You started to walk out of the office, flinching back slightly as you saw Jeff headed towards you with a bright smile. You were heatedly walking off in the direction of your cubicle before the older man could say anything to you. 

It was decided. Set in stone. 

You hated Austin Butler with a passion. 

“Well, what was that about?” Jeff closed the door behind him, nodding off in the direction of the female. 

Austin read over the name again and again, signed in her adorable handwriting. He let out another sigh, tossing the card down onto his desk before he covered his face with his hands. 

“I don’t know. I panicked. Shit, now she thinks I’m an asshole.” His office chair creaked as he leaned back, praying that the floor would swallow him up. 

He had been so overwhelmed in the meeting. He probably came off as cold, which was exactly what he didn’t want to do. His anxiety had gotten the best of him today, and you were proof. Because he had seen you in the hall before you bumped into him. He could have prevented all of that from happening. And how could he not see you? He had been so focused on your button up blouse and form fitting pencil skirt that he had forgotten how to function. And then he learns that not only are you working on the same floor, but working directly under him. Meaning that he would have to talk to you. Every day. Austin didn’t do crushes. He was a workaholic. He was the king of heating up leftovers and eating alone every night. He was too busy for relationships, so it shouldn’t matter that the prettiest girl he had ever seen was just a stone's throw away from him. Right? Right? 

“Well, you’re screwed now.” Jeff smiled smugly, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the door. 

Austin’s heart jumped up to his throat, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a sentence. He looked like an idiot. 

“W-What do you mean? I’m screwed? Do you think she hates me? Already?” 

Jeff opened the door a crack, peeking his head out. Austin was quick to stand up from his desk, joining him by the door. And there you were, tossing your purse onto your desk like the inanimate object had personally offended you. He had the perfect view of you from his office. He was doomed. Jeff watched her for a few more seconds before clicking his tongue. 

“. . . Oh, definitely.” 

Austin tore the glasses off of his face, tossing them down onto his desk so that he could rub at his eyes exasperatedly. 

“How do I fix it? God. . . Should I go out there right now?” Austin motioned towards the door with one hand, loosening his tie with the other. It felt like it was choking him. 

“Take her out on a date.” Jeff was smiling smugly again, shaking his head in pretend disapproval. “I can’t believe you already offended the most hot headed female that I’ve ever met. I was gone for an hour.” 

Austin sucked in a breath, his knees buckling underneath him. He had to lean against the desk for support. “I’m not going to take her on a date. I’m her boss, Jeff.” The younger male practically gasped. 

Jeff opened the door, leaving the boy with some parting words.  “I wasn’t born yesterday, Butler. I give it. . . six months. You’ll see.”

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[randomly--accessed--memories]

Angel + Vox & Nightmare

Gonna post this one to Ao3 later because it got long (5 sentences? No, 66 sentences!)

Of all the things Angel Dust wanted to be doing at 9 AM on a Saturday, climbing several flights of stairs to go wake up his boss’ ex had to be at the bottom of the list. Angel was more of a “sleep ‘til noon” type of guy anyway, and having to stop breakfast midway through to go figure out what was taking Vox so long was just adding insult to injury, at least in his opinion.

Counting the room numbers as he made his way down the hallway, Angel let himself indulge in petty complaints— partially because pointless bitching was one of his favorite pastimes, and partially because he needed any possible distraction from who he’d been sent to rouse.

Finally arriving at Room 418, Angel couldn’t help but snort to himself as he realized that paying attention to the room numbers had been wholly unnecessary; it was impossible to miss the large, blue “V” carved into the door. One of Vox and Pentious’ projects he guessed, based on how the “V” was actually properly carved into the door rather than burned or scratched in.

Of course he still has to put his fucking name on everything, even after—

Silencing that thought before it could finish, Angel approached the door and began wrapping on it impatiently.

“Vox. Wake up, ya lousy sonuvabitch, you’re missing’ breakfast. Charlie wants ya.”

He paused for a moment. No response. Well, that wasn’t surprising. Vox went missing all the time, either hiding in their electronics or popping up in weird areas of the hotel that he had no reason to go to. Still, better to make sure he wasn’t actually in there before going all the way back downstairs to report back to Charlie. Angel resumed knocking, raising his voice to be heard through the door. 

“Sparky, you alive in there? I ain’t got all day.” Maybe the demeaning nickname would work? …Nope, still nothing.

Thoroughly exasperated, Angel was ready to throw in the towel and go tell Charlie to find Alast- no, to find someone else to look for Vox, until he bent down to press his “ear” (the hair around where his ears used to be that allowed him hear? Angel didn’t know, his biology was weird.) to the keyhole, not expecting to hear anything.

But he did hear something.

It was faint, smothered by distance and the sound of static, but… it sounded like two people talking. Or rather, one person talking and the other one moaning. 

It was as though he’d suddenly been doused in ice water. Angel felt every muscle in his body tense, his mouth running dry. Not knowing what he hoped to accomplish, he found himself wrenching open the door, which, thankfully, turned out to be unlocked. 

Vox’s room was dark, illuminated only by the faint light of his static-filled screen. He was alone (thank God), lying on top of his bed, wires plugged into his charging terminal. Angel wished he could feel relieved, but the tension still remained, hanging heavy in the air like the humidity that preceded a thunderstorm.

Vox laid there, still as a corpse, the distorted speech coming from his speakers still too soft to properly make out.

“Vox?” Angel asked cautiously, taking a step into the room. He heard something crinkle under his foot. Looking down, Angel felt his stomach somersault as Valentino grinned back up at him from the crumpled magazine clipping. Angel recoiled, swearing under his breath, as he tore his eyes away from the ad and was forced to take in the rest of the room.

Items strewn across the ground— disassembled pieces of technology, stolen trinkets from around the hotel, Niffty’s weird attempts at “gifts”— a wall of ad clippings, half of which featured Velvette and Valentino… An unnamed feeling rose sharp and fast in Angel’s throat, mixing with the horror in a way that made him want to flee the room and never have to see it again. But before Angel could act on that impulse, his attention was brought back to the noise emanating from Vox’s speakers.

Faint as they may be, Angel knew those voices.

“Vox,” Angel repeated, picking his way towards him across the minefield of the floor. “Wake up. You’re–” You’re what? Dreaming? Fine? That was a fucking lie if Angel’d ever heard one.

Vox remained still as a statue as Angel approached the bed, the only sign of life being the high-pitched hum of his staticked-out screen. Angel glanced desperately between the terminal and Vox. How the fuck did you wake Vox up? Would unplugging him help or would it just cause a new problem? Angel was trying to decide what to do when suddenly, his attention snapped back onto the audio– the memory– coming out of Vox.

From a distance, the recording had been too soft and distorted to make out anything in particular, but here? Six feet away from the source? He could hear everything.

Noises somewhere between a dying dog and a severely malfunctioning computer. Pitiful whines, strangled groans, and a strange sound like the wind through the trees. And Alastor’s voice, airy and crooning, cutting through it all.

“There, there, we’re almost done. No need to be scared, I’m right here. Just breathe– there we go, that’s right. You’re doing so well.”

Panic spiked. That was– no no no no no NO.

“Vox! Vox! Wake up! Wake up, now!” Angel was shouting now, but to no avail. He wasn’t supposed to– no, he couldn’t hear this right now. He wheeled about, frantic, trying to think of something he could do to make those sounds stop. In his panic, he seized the nearest object– a large hunk of metal something-or-other– and threw it at Vox on his bed.

Vox jolted awake as the disassembled item made contact with his torso, yanking his power cords out of the terminal in his alarm. “Whzz- What? Wher-er-er-er-er–”

“Breakfast.” Angel spat, turning away from the glitching ex-Overlord and stalking out of the room– teeth gritted, eyes wide, nails digging into his arms.

He’d heard Vox make those sounds once before, and he’d never wanted to hear them again. Angel had never considered what else had been going on during that broadcast that the mics didn't hear.

[creampuffqueen]

okay i got one like so now i'm going to give y'all a rabbit lore drop! meet this guy, #4, aka Number Fucking Four

be me

second year raising meat rabbits. mostly know what i'm doing

it's the day of the county fair

i'm dressed and ready to leave, all that's left is to grab my show rabbits from their hutch

look outside

little brother is chasing a white blur around the backyard

Oh Fuck

turns out one of the cage doors was open overnight. either accidentally unlocked, or somehow fell open. no idea. doesn't matter

thankfully, not the cage door of the rabbits i'm taking to show. those three are still waiting in their hutch, perfectly behaved

but in the other cage, 5/6 of the babies are running haywire around our backyard

we live on 3/4 of an acre, btw. it's a large backyard

whole family chases rabbits for 30 minutes

4 of the 5 escapees are caught

1 still eludes us. it's hiding beneath the shed

i have to leave for the show. family promises to catch rabbit and meet me there

i go to the rabbit show

parents show up right before it starts. they were unsuccessful in catching the last rabbit and have decided to try again when we get home

i do really well at the rabbit show :D my trio makes sale!!

we all go home

baby rabbit is ducking between fences outside. staying close but not close enough

finally my mom goes into the neighbor's yard and catches it from behind

rabbit screams bloody murder the entire walk home. it's not hurt. just furious at being caught

we discover this is rabbit #4 (we don't name the babies, just number them. helps with attachment as they are meat animals)

surely the excitement is all over! we can rest easy

NOPE

next day, #4 looks a bit sluggish. i start getting worried

day 2 post-escape, he looks almost on death's doorstep. Oh Fuck

during his hours away, he must have gotten into something bad

we scramble for what to do

he is floppy, clearly extremely dehydrated

but, on the plus side, his mother is still taking care of him! that's a good sign. rabbits won't take care of a baby they think is going to die. she's protecting him from his siblings and spending all day grooming him

the babies are weaned at this point, so he can't get his mother's milk to help perk him up

we improvise

we start syringe feeding him watered down heavy cream for hydration + nutrition

^^^^ do NOT do this. idk why it worked honestly. weaned mammals are lactose intolerant. somehow it worked, but don't try this home

but it did work

#4 managed to push through the worst of it and his body cleared whatever toxins were in his system

we were syringe feeding him every few hours. during the day when we were at work and school a neighbor came and did it. we didn't want this baby to die

and bonus: since he got held so much, he quickly became one of the most docile babies i've ever raised

okay, now it's over! he's healthy again!

NOPE

be me, a few weeks later

mom has been in the hospital. family is pretty stressed

but she's being released today! dad and brother are going to pick her up, i'm tidying the house, home alone

i notice a white blur running around in the yard

Oh Fuck

run outside. a corner of the cage wire has come loose. just enough for a baby rabbit to slip through

and guess who's fucking running wild in the backyard?

Number Fucking Four

i chase. he runs

i manage to corner him behind our pool chest. he's squeezed between the chest and the side of the shed

i reach down to grab him

Uh Oh

my arm is stuck

like. really stuck

like, wedged down to my shoulder stuck

try not to panic

panic a little

thankfully, i have one free arm and my phone

call neighbor

no answer

call other neighbor

no answer

call dad

answer! he's still at the hospital getting my mom released. won't be home for another 30-45 minutes

FUCK

try not to panic

panic some more

call neighbors again. still no answer

then, somehow, someway, manage to free my arm

we're so back

stick a pool net at one end of the tunnel. position myself at the other end

#4 falls right into my trap and into the pool net, where i grab him

obviously can't put him back in the hutch

am forced to take him inside and just let him hang out in the kitchen until my family gets home

that's where these pictures are from. look at his assholeish face :/

jk i love him

dad fixes hutch

finally, we're done

#4 is no longer with us, but he will forever live in infamy

[thelastspeecher]

Here's a little bit more in my Horse Boy Stan AU. Just after Stan turns into a horse, and how he winds up with the McGuckets.

;)

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                 Stan stomped his hooves anxiously as he waited his turn.  Jimmy Snakes had left town as soon as he found an upcoming auction to sell him at, frustrated that Stan refused to be broken.  The money would be wired to him after the sale.

                 Stan felt a shiver run down his spine.  He was going to be sold.

                 At least last week could’ve been worse.  Jimmy could have dropped me off at a place that treated me like shit.  But the stables holding the auction boarded and fed Stan, and were kind in all their interactions with him.  Except for the upsettingly thorough examinations to determine the minimum price he would be worth.  Stan lowered his head.  I just want this whole nightmare to be over.

                 The people at stable hadn’t been able to break Stan, but he was still defeated.  There wasn’t even a glimmer of hope that he could escape.

                 “Lot 17, a buckskin Irish Draught stallion,” the auctioneer announced.  The boy holding Stan’s lead brought him out of the wings and onto the stage.  There was some murmuring from the gathered crowd.  Stan felt a strange twinge of pride that made him stand at attention.  He knew from the people at the stable that he was considered a high-quality horse, despite lacking a formal pedigree.  “Wild or feral caught, no paperwork, unknown age though he is fully grown, and unbroken.”  The murmuring grew louder, then died down.  The auctioneer seemed to notice the apparent loss of interest.  “He would serve as a good workhorse.  Or, as he is intact, stud fer workhorses.  We’ll start the biddin’ at four thousand.”

                 “Four thousand!” a voice shouted.  Stan looked at the crowd, quickly zeroing in on the sole person interested in buying him.  It was a young man about his age, with dark hair and a large nose that took up most of his face.  A young man next to him, with blond hair, elbowed him and whispered something.  Stan’s potential buyer shrugged off whatever the other man said.

                 “Any other takers?” the auctioneer asked.  He sounded disappointed, though Stan wasn’t sure why.

                 I’ve never been worth four thousand bucks in my life!  No one else spoke up.

                 “Going, going, gone,” the auctioneer said.  He slammed the gavel.  “The buckskin goes to Lute McGucket.”  He raised an eyebrow.  “I assume yer father will come by with the money fer him?”

                 “Sure thing, Mr. Smith!” the man, Lute, called.  Chuckles sounded from the crowd as Stan was led backstage and into a stall to wait.

                 Thankfully, Stan didn’t have to wait long.  Within about fifteen minutes, two voices sounded, getting louder as they approached Stan’s stall.

                 “He ain’t broken, Lute.”

                 “My fam’ly’s got a way with horses, you know that.”

                 “And what’ll ya do if ya can’t break him?  Rent him out fer stud?  Without papers, no one would pay a cent!”

                 “Look, we’ll figure it out.”  The two people from before came to a stop in front of Stan.  “I can tell there’s somethin’ special ‘bout this feller,” Lute said.  His friend crossed his arms.

                 “I don’t know if yer right.”  He sighed.  “But it ain’t my business, so I’ll drop it.”  Lute’s friend began to walk away.  “I’ll see ya and this new stallion tomorrow.”

                 “Sounds good!” Lute called.  He turned to Stan.  “All right, feller, let’s get ya out of here.”  He pulled a lead out of his pocket and attached it to Stan’s halter.

                 Okay, first impression, he’s not the worst.  I guess.  Lute opened the door to Stan’s stall and led him out of the stable.  A different stallion was patiently waiting, tied to a post.  Lute smiled at Stan.

                 “This here is my usual steed, Tuesday.  He’s a gelding, but don’t worry, we won’t geld ya.”  Lute winked.

                 Uh.  I don’t think I want to know what he’s talking about.

                 “I can tell yer not the kind of stallion we would geld,” Lute continued.  “But not so’s we could stud ya.  No, it’s ‘cause yer special.”  He cocked his head.  “What’s yer name?”

                 “Stan,” Stan whinnied instinctively.  He winced.

                 Dammit, think!  Why bother telling him, he won’t understand!

                 “Stan,” Lute repeated.  Stan’s jaw dropped.  Lute grinned.  “Just like yer special, I am, too.”  He mounted his horse and tied the lead to his saddle.  “Let’s get ya home and sorted out, okay?”

                 How the hell did he know what I said?  Lute winked again.  Eh, fuck it, I don’t care.  He understood me, and that’s all that matters.  Stan eagerly followed Lute and Tuesday, for the first time since this whole mess started, feeling optimistic.

[clowvidae]

Canceled Broadcast [GENLOSS AU]

yeah this is just a ‘RGB + carisal carosoul carousol [You see me search caresill on google]

This is an ‘RGB trio+ Carousel Crew survive’ AU again. I broke it down into parts

part1: The mall

part2: the town

part3: escaped

I probably wont do a fic or anything but still, for simplicity.

Part 1 is under the cut

So it takes place after Ranboo gets boxed. We start with Niki waking up in her “Dressing Room” with a note saying ‘Our dearest apologies, but the show in which you air apart of will no longer air due to cancellation. You will be dispatched shortly.’ She knows that means she’ll die so she manages to sneak out and runs into Vinny and Ethan, who both had the same idea. They find out the mall still has some supplies and find bag to carry stuff. However as they all looking for a way out they see TVs replaying Ranboo’s death for the crew to ‘watch’ their hard work come to fruition. Ethan convinces Niki and Vinny to go back and grab the other four. They were thankfully somehow “fixed” already before the founder announced there would be no more shows, so they grab them and dip. Some employees find them and Niki gets to hit one with a big ass wrench. They escape the mall and find that they are in a completely abandoned town that hasnt seen life since the 80s.

Important details: Vinny’s face and parts of his upper body have burn scars, his eyesight is impaired due to how close the burns were to them, he can see but specifically his peripheral vision is worse

Ethan got out of his death without any major or permanent physical stuff, he was stabbed to death while an employee played Beast Noises Stock Audio #8 (audio jungle). His cuts and wounds are still sore to touch however

Niki has chronic migraines and the bullet just missed her spine, but damage was still done. She would need at least a cain

(My headcannons for) Austin and Sneeg werent crushed to death, instead employees came and broke their bones badly so they didnt have to add the sound effect later in post. Sneeg managed to escape before his damage got as bad as Austins’, his left upper arm and entire right arm and hand are fucked up forever though.

Austin got his entire skeletal structure fucked up though. Even after being “fixed” he has chronic pain and would need forearm crutches and maybe even a wheelchair

Charlie, due to the force of being slammed to the ground by the wire monster, shattered his pelvis, tailbone, and lower spine. Showfall’s medical staff could only do so much, he can technically walk but needs to take painkillers to avoid the extreme pain. Niki and Austin do as well, but in all of Part1+2 they give them to Charlie. He also has internal organ issues due to the surgery scene.

Ranboo would have awful pain in their neck and jaw. Due to the spikes their face muscles experience difficulty and pain when they emote. The inside of his mouth would also be tender and he’d have to be careful eating sharper foods (chips, crackers, etc). His wrists would also have scarring due to the crucifixion.

While Charlie, Austin, and Niki would technically be ambulatory aid users during part1+2, by part3 due to injuries not healing right and not having aids when they still NEEDED them, they would become fully dependent on their aids

If I used any of the wrong language or anything while talking about physical disability please tell me (<- able bodied)

[illfoandillfie]

#2, hope this is cute lol

running into Ben at a bookshop and he’s flirting and offers to carry your books home but it’s also the day of a big sale there (he has to carry lots of books and it's very heavy even for his muscly self?)

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 9

This is an absolute attack on me, thank you.

Warnings: nothing! it's just some cute flirty fun

Walking into a bookshop invariably lead to you leaving with more books than you’d intended to buy. It was dangerous for your wallet. So you’d made a rule for yourself. You were on something of a book buying ban until your local bookstore had their annual big sale event, at least until you’d read more of what you already owned. Which meant, despite three of your favourite authors releasing new books and a whole lot of FOMO when you saw what everyone else on booktok was reading, you hadn’t really bought a new book in quite a few months. It had been going well, you’d made a good dent in your collection, but it was finally time. You’d seen the bookstore posting on instagram that the sale was coming and had immediately began planning your Saturday around a trip to the store. You mentally plotted out a route through the store that started with grabbing one of their cute wire baskets the supplied and would let you hit up all your favourite genres without too much back and forth. Then you made a physical list of all the titles organised by priority – the titles you needed at the top and ones you were possibly interested in but less sure of at the bottom. And finally, you made the decision to head in early. Not quite at opening but not too long after so as to beat whatever rush might accumulate later in the day.  

Your plan had gone off without a hitch and by about 10 AM you had a basket in hand, four books already tucked into it and a fifth you were slipping back onto the shelf since the blurb didn’t sound as interesting as you’d initially thought. You were just grabbing out another book (not on your list but the title was intriguing) when you heard someone say your name. There, on the other side of the shelf was Ben. Ben who you’d matched with on Bumble and been out with a couple of times. You’d got the distinct impression he was into you, but the timing hadn’t been right and things had sort of fizzled out before they got very far. But seeing him now you felt a little a bad about that and wondered if he was still single.   “Hi Ben, nice to see you,”  He came round to your side of the shelf, and there was a slightly awkward moment where you contemplated going in for a hug but wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. Thankfully Ben saved you from yourself, leaning in to give you a peck on the cheek, “Yeah you too, hows it been?”  “Oh yeah, y’know, work’s been a bit crazy but can’t complain. How’ve you been?”  “Good, just got back from the States a couple of weeks ago where I was staying with a mate, so that was nice. Good to get back home though, even if it is a bit quiet, just me.”   You happily filed that away, much more confident that he was still single and still interested.   Ben nodded towards your basket of books, “Taking advantage of the sale then?”  You glanced down and laughed, “Yeah, excatly. Plus I figure it’s good karma helping out an indie store like this one. More I buy, better for them. I didn’t know you came here.”  “Well it’s a little further than I usually go but I saw they were having a sale and I remembered you’d mentioned this place, so I figured I’d have a look.”  You blushed a little that Ben had remembered the store so long after your date.  He kept speaking to distract from his own slight blush, holding up a book you only recognised by the cover, “My mate’s been recommending me this one so I figured I’d give it a go.”  “Well hopefully he has good taste,” you smiled and then wished you could think of something else to say. You supposed your own imminent purchases would make sense but you didn’t know how to talk about them without explaining your list and your buying ban and really that was too much.  But once again it was Ben to the rescue, “How many more are you planning on picking up?”  You laughed, relieved one of you was good at conversing, “Not sure yet, when they start overflowing I’ll stop.”  “Well, if you need a hand picking them up, let me know.”  All you could do was smile and nod, pleased at the unexpected turn the day was taking.   “Right, well, better let you get back to it then.”  “Yeah, thanks, um, see you around?”  “Yeah, definitely. You’re number’s still the same right?”  “Mmhmm,”  “Cool, maybe I’ll call you sometime.”  “I’d like that.”  Ben nodded, smiling, “Alright, well, see you later then.” He gave you a last little wave as he headed towards the front of the shop.  

You were entirely distracted from your shopping, mostly wondering when he’d call and if you should call him first and if so when. Without meaning to you’d gravitated towards the romance section, entirely out order from your plan, so you shook yourself and focused back in on your list, grabbing out another one you’d had your eye on since you’d watched a TikTok about it. A few times during your shopping your eye was caught by some blonde hair and whenever someone with a heavier footfall moved behind you, you’d look up hoping Ben was back. And then you’d tell yourself to get a grip and stop acting like such a dork. But finally, your basket very full and another couple of books in the crook of your elbow, you decided you were done. You’d found most of the ones you’d wanted as well as a few impulse buys that just seemed interesting, and you were ready to pay for them. Saying as little prayer for your bank account you headed up to the counter, joining the queue behind an older woman who had a Jane Austen themed puzzle in one hand and her purse in the other.  

“Well, this is awkward,” Ben said from over your should and you turned to find him directly behind you in the line.  “Ben! You’re still here.” you’d expected him to have left after your conversation stopped but couldn’t pretend you weren’t pleased to be wrong.   “Yeah, I um, I was going to go but I don’t have any other plans and there were a couple more things I wanted to look for so I decided to hang around. I would have said hi again but I didn’t think you’d want me interrupting your shopping.”  “Are you kidding? We could have done some shopping together, compared books.”  “That would have been fun,” He sounded a little disappointed he hadn’t thought of it, “But something tells me if we had I’d be leaving with more than the three books I found. You sure you got enough?”  "No but I can only carry so much,” you laughed, liking the way he smiled when he teased you.  You were interrupted by the cashier calling you forward, Ben called to the second register a moment later. He of course got through paying a lot faster and you watched him walk towards the exit even while you made polite small talk with the woman ringing up your books, but were pleased to find he was waiting just outside when you were through.  

He noticed the four bags you were grasping straight away, “Are you right with those?”  “I may have gone a bit overboard,” you laughed, “seriously considering getting a cab home.”  “How far do you live?”  “Not that far really. About a quarter of an hours walk.”  “Oh that’s nothing, I can give you a hand. Save you the cab fair.”  “Probably good I don’t spend too much more today. But only if I’m not putting you out.”  “Not at all. I told you, no other plans. So,” he made a give them here gesture with both hands and you gladly handed over two of the bags.   “And the others,” he said, grabbing them before you could say anything. He seemed to have an easier time with them than you did though he grunted a little as he adjusted them in his grip.  “You don’t have to take all of them, I can carry some.”  “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got them. Just lead the way.”  “Well if you insist, but I feel bad about it.”  “You carried them all around the shop, your arms must need a break.” he said, trying to sound natural but failing a little when he had to jolt the bags to readjust them again. 

You had thought that maybe half way he’d have given you at least one of the bags if not two, but when you suggested as much Ben shook his head and asked if it was straight ahead or round the corner. You felt bad every time he shifted the bags, trying to balance their weight more, and every time he made a little grunt at the strain. But you had to admit it was kind of hot, seeing his muscles flex as he strained to hold the bags up, his face flushing more the longer you walked. And it was very sweet of him to offer to help. So you decided that when you finally got home you’d have to invite him inside for a cool drink. And maybe offer to massage his big strong arms too. 

[sludgewolf]

Hi, not sure if you’re still doing headcanon requests, but if you are, whumpee!Eridan Ampora headcanons?

So, this one created a life of its own and developed into a full oneshot of Eri facing the consequences of his actions. From what I understood it was just Eridan suffering and not an x reader

But I'll admit it wasn't my favorite thing to write so I might not do more like this in the future

Warnings: mentions of lusus hunting,Eridan is tortured, depriving of food, water and sleep, broken bones, scale pulling, kidnapping

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

Masterlist

Whumpee Eridan Ampora - The Consequences of my Actions

Eridan's life sure was great, being the heiress' moirail certainly has its perks, he's able to spend time with such a sweet and kind troll like Fef and on top of that he's practically untouchable by any troll he might’ve, definitely did, wrong. But it also has its costs, that being, the blood he spares from her own hands, by killing other trolls lusi everyday to feed her owns insatiable appetite

Not that he minds it all that much, after a while it became routine, it's just what's expected from the descendant of the infamous Orphaner Dualscar, so the young troll justifies himself on it by claiming to having to keep the legacy alive by doing the same.

And do it he does, with the childish dream of one day surpassing his ancestor's legacy and becoming a legend himself

Thinking back on it, it was only a matter of time until he crossed one too many wrong people and it all came back to blow up in this face.

It was morning, Eridan was sure of it because of the burning bright light coming from between the wooden boards nailed to the windows of this strange small room he just woke up in

His think pan throbbed from what he assumed to be a blunt hit to the the head, the wire tying Eridan's wrists together painfully cuts between his exo reaching down to his flesh making him almost not want to move in fear of injuring himself even further, despite that he takes a deep breath and forces himself to, moving both arms in unison Eridan his elbow to help himself sit up, he hisses in pain feeling the wire move further into his soft royal flesh, but he doesn't allow himself to stop until he can hold himself up without the aid of his arms.

Eridan finds himself in a small concrete the room, with small boarded up broken windows and with random boxes piled up in the furthermost corner of the room, the air was still, not helping with the overwhelming heat the sun brought into it. But thankfully it also brought the humidity caracteristic of the days in alternia, giving Eridan something in such a dire situation

Trying to take things out of his sylladex proves to be futile, having him realize it has been taken from him while he was out cold, forcing the sea-dweller to look for other ways to get out of there

After some more struggling Eridan manages to get up and starts searching the room for anything he could use to cut himself free, which turns out to be futile, all the boxes he could reach were taped shut and his binds kept him from moving them around to search the rest

Defeated, Eridan slumps against the dirty wall furthest from the door and waits for whoever kidnapped him to show themself

The moons slowly rise up on the sky, his skin dries with the lack of humidity brought by the cold night. And soon enough noises can be heard from the other side of the door, this could be his chance, if he can just bolt out before those idiots can make up what happened he could make it back home tonight

Eridan moves quick, jumping to his feet and making a dash to the door, only to have the air knocked out of his lungs and having him flying back down the basement.

As he hits the ground Eridan feels the wire cut into his wrists and finally snap after painfully lodging into his flesh, the smell of his royal blood hangs in the air, before Eridan can even catch his breath he fells his feet leave the ground, his scarf tightening around his neck

A hot breath fans over his face, Eridan opens his eyes to glowing olive ones glaring daggers at him, their owner, a huge ruffian who was clearly the muscle of the team "GoinG soMewhere?" the older troll mocks him tightening the grip on Eridan's scarf

"Aww the little prince thOught he cOuld get Away frOm us using such A pAthetic And cheAp trick?" the tall scrawny looking one butts in laughing

Eridan is presented to Scrawny then shaken as if he was a plushie "twerp Must think he suddenly can get away frOM everything just because he filled a quad with the heiress" Ruffian jokes

They boom with laughter before just cutting themselves off and tossing Eridan back into the basement as if he was nothing

Scrawny then leisurely makes her way over to where he bounced off to, crouches besides him and lifts him by the hair to look at her "OOh, but yOu cOuld never be mOre mistAken yOur mAjesty. yOu're nOthing mOre thAn a puny little fish that messed with the wrOng peOple"

The sea dweller, reminded of his inherited position above them, swats her hand off as if it was dirt "howw dare you low bloods treat me this wway, wwhat do you think gives you this right?" he turns to them trying to appear bigger and braver than he is

All of that to just be laughed at, Ruffian approach him slowly, stalking him with a predatory gaze waiting for the smallest movent on his part to pounce

Eridan opens his mouth still trying to keep his composure, but before he even has the chance of saying anything Ruffian once again lifts him by the scarf almost chocking the sea dweller then they kneel him right in the stomach forcing bile up his food shoot down to the floor where he was thrown to once again

"what gives us the right? after what yOu've done yOu still asks us that?" they growl

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This is the second night of peace Fef had in many perigees, suspiciously too peaceful, her moirail wasn't the best of all but if he was something it was clingy

It felt off when he hasnt pestered her in so long, Feferi tried brushing it off to him working on another horrible plan against land dwellers but as the hours dragged on and night became day with no signs of her moirail Fef knew something was wrong and she couldn't stay idle anymore

She didnt even try calling Eridan knowing it'd be futile, quickly shooting a message to one of the few trolls that she knew could help

Sollux answers her suspiciously as they rarely ever talked, once she explains herself about the lack of her ass of a moirail by her side Sol almost blocked her saying that she was better off without the dead weight

It took much coercing but eventually she convinced Sollux to track Eridan's palmhusk in exchange for buying him anything he asks on her trust fund

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Three nights, that's how long the little Ampora has been trapped in the clutches of these vengeful trolls, maybe it really was a bad idea for him to go around killing lusi so openly

Even if it was a dignified, crucial job in favor of troll kind and those lowbloods should've felt honored that their lusi were even chosen for such noble sacrifice. Although at this point Eridan wasnt even sure if it really was all that

Three nights of being beaten by these teenager trolls that kept him captive, three days that they deprived him of food and water, only giving him enough to survive and three days of Eridan questioning if he could hold out any longer

The little violetblood's whole body ached in pain, his body painted black and blue from the bruises that littered across his thin exo, two of his ribs were probably broken making it difficult to do much more than lay on the ground struggling to take a breath for his gills dried up and closed shut from the lack of humidity, his scales flaking off painfully leaving holes across his body stinging from being dragged across the cold concrete floor of this basement

With not much to do eridan tries to conserve his energy by sleeping as much as they allowed him, which isn't much as he's woken up by one of said rests by Scrawny grabbing and dragging him across the dirty and stained floor by his horn, bending his neck in an odd angle, making it feel like the horn will just pop out from the weight of his body

The young troll grabs at his kidnapper's wrist in pain, Scrawny doesnt even spare him a glance before throwing him at Ruffian's feet, who laughs at the pitiful sight of the sea-dweller

His cheeks sunken in, eye bags so dark from sleep deprivation that it could be seen through his exoskeleton, his spine bent weirdly due to his aching ribs still pulsating in pain alongside his heartbeat, skin bone dry with pale grey scales flaking off

The ruffian smirks at the little prince, grabbing his face and forcing Eridan to look at him. a chill runs up Eri's spine as the ruffian's smile stretches wider "aye, hand Me those pliers" they ask Scrawny

Blood slides down the little violet's cheek, the dry air only serving to make it sting even more, Eridan's body shakes as he uses everything he has left to not cry, they already took everything from him but this satisfaction is something he'll not give to them

Just as his will is faltering and he feels like he can't hold it in anymore they all hear a loud clanking sound coming from the house

Scrawny immediately gets up from her spot next to the ruffian and her partner shortly follows her up the stairs leaving the young troll on the floor next to the pliers and all the scales they ripped off in this little game

Not even a tick after they leave through the basement door they're flung back in by a powerful energy blast

Eridan can only look up in surprise from where he's laying his muscles aching as he pushes himself up from the floor, locking eyes w the person he wanted to see the most

In comes Feferi, rushing to him without even sparing a glance to the older trolls, just like a ray of light cutting into the depths of murky waters she looked like an angel coming to save him from these monsters that tormented him for so long, following closely behind her comes Sollux, making Eridan crash right back to reality.

Sollux upon seeing Scrawny trying to get up nonchalantly uses his psyonics to fling a can at her head, sounding a sharp 'ding' and she's out cold on the ground, Ruffian growls at Sol and lunges at them in a failed attempt to avenge their partner. The young psyonic is not impressed, holding them in the air stopping his attack even before he could start.

Feferi holds Eridan's cheeks and makes him avert his gaze from the goldblood who's handing the kidnappers asses to them with practically no effort at all. despite his state Eridan feels a twinge of jeaousy creep up on him, on why fef went to that mutant cluster fuck, was it because Sol was just so much stronger than - " )(oly carp, )(ere drink! " Fef interrupts Eridan's jealousy spiral by practically shoving a water bottle in his face making Eridan finally have some water after so long, the scene besides them melting away as the little prince allows himself to relax and be taken care of by his moirail, he could deal with the nerdy lowblood on a later date. Once he's done Fef helps him to his feet promissing to take him back to his hive to rest, she picks him up bridal style carrying him out of the kidnappers hive

If you liked this pls reblog and comment so I know to write more like it

[eponadolls]

Yay, Basement Floods

tl;dr: massive rain (4" in about two hours) resulted in my basement pump dying, so water started to flood into my basement because I live in a former swamp + the creek water also ended up backing up into my basement, resulting in close to 8" water of a horrific swamp water basement indoor pool.

Last night I heard an "odd" sound that I thought was the train, but the whistling was... different. I was couldn't hear my basement sump pump running, it was eerily quiet.

So I checked my basement and I was not prepared to see how bad it was.

We had about 8" of water, standing still in my basement, a horrible trickle of water coming in, and the whistling that - presumably - because my furnace. The water was rising dangerously close to my basement equipment, specifically in regards to my furnace and water heater. My first step was under water and I was proverbially shitting my pants because clearly my pump had died, and I wasn't sure if there was any live wires in the water.

We managed to shut of the power to my entire house starting at about 11PM at night, we got several pumps running outside that were pumping the water, slowly but surely, out of my basement. At nearly two hours of trying to figure some stuff out, it was set up so we just had to wait. I could hardly sleep, but around 2AM, I could finally see my basement floor. It was still very wet, but you could walk on it without soaking your shoes.

...Luckily, it seems the basement equipment - while close to being destroyed by the rising water levels - are working as intended. We have a lot of fans trying to dry out the basement right now. And, thankfully, it's creek water and not, say, sewer water so there's that silver lining, I guess.

The water got high enough that a lot of the things we had stored in plastic bins started floating - even oddly heavy bins - and a lot of them tipped over. We have a lot of waterlogged, damaged goods, and I'm just... really tired. We tried to salvage as much as we could, but I lost a number of sentimental, irreplaceable items which is very... tiring. Additionally, several items we thought where in my partner's military box where, in fact, not, so a lot of anime dvds, manga, and video games got wet. How damaged they will totally be remains to be seen.

The pump in my basement was replaced and I'm finishing up what I can clean and manage today and hopefully everything will be finished tomorrow, I think I'm going to see if I can get a clothing line hung in my garage to help since I have a small dryer, but we're getting more rain tonight - I don't know how much - and I'm really not looking forward to the incoming storm.

It could have been a lot worse, a lot of the clothing I've since called a loss I was hoping to donate, but it also makes me so sad since... I really wanted to donate it to a family shelter or something. I was hoping to go through it in about a week before I have my wisdom tooth surgery.

Just a vent post. I might delete this later. The basement was never really even flooded before, just occasionally a wet floor, but with climate change, more severe weather is going to become more and more commonplace and next time might not have as fortunate of a ending. I just really wish I didn't have several ruined yearbooks (which I didn't realize got tossed down there). :(

[thebardisabird]

NSFW continuation of this post here:

The gap was finally closed, with the affluent bachelor sealing his lips over yours in a searing kiss. All of your resolve was stunned to stillness, shock and surprise being the only things to occupy your headspace. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and when you didn’t part your lips fast enough, the fingers locking in your hair did it for you. The kiss snapped you back to reality, but the moan you let out when his slick appendage came to dance around your own had melted you into the beginnings of desire. Karamatsu slid an arm behind your back and suddenly the room was spinning. Within seconds you were splayed out over the lap of the second son, thighs stretched open by his own; enough for your skirt to have ridden up at a wildly immodest height. Embarrassed by your sudden splay of skin, your fingers tried to busy themselves with pulling the garment back down, but the hands that caught yours had stilled your movements. Questions upon questions rattled in your mind and yet you could bring yourself to bring none of them to your lips. Karamatsu smoothed fine leather up the expanse of your exposed thighs, settling finally at your hips. You were hoisted higher up in his lap, allowing him to adjust his angle and release your lips. The sudden movement had you latching your arms around his neck - a reaction that slid a smirk on his face. “Sir please,” came your sheepish whine, “What are we…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish the question. Gripping your hips a bit tighter now, Karamatsu rolled you hard over his lap. Sheer, solid, friction slid hot and heavy between the juncture of your thighs - and your fate was coming into clarity a little more now. A blush was evident on your face at this point; your mind screamed at you to say something, but the words were dying in your throat with even the simplest of his touches. He leaned forward as he rolled you toward him once more where his lips were busy, determined to map your neck in kisses. You were heating up fast. Your nails dug into the shoulders of his button down, so desperate to suppress any noise he was intent on pulling from you. The flat of his tongue slid over your collarbone before he bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder - this rightfully made you yelp. Karamatsu’s breath fanned hotly over the cooling saliva on your skin, and it made you realize he was also succumbing to the same heat you were. Raspy and low, Karamatsu rumbled, “I told you before, didn’t I?” This time he paid your barely clothed sex another stroke of friction, “I’m done playing cat and mouse, mon cher.” Your eyes snapped shut when his lips returned to your neck, paying the tender flesh an exchange of heated kisses and pointed nibbles. In the midst of your slow descent to passion, you failed to feel the nimble fingers at your blouse. A quick tug had buttons and fine linen tearing wide open. You’d have screamed at the suddenness had his mouth not closed over yours to swallow it. Cool air wisped over your warmed flesh in a flash, leaving you shuddering briefly before the man. Thankfully you needn’t worry about that for much longer as his hand snaked behind you to pull your chest closer to his face. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this, wanted this,” said he, hungry eyes drinking in how deliciously your tits sat in the lace garment, “You’ve eluded me too long, flower.” A kiss pressed to your cheek, “You think you’re invincible.” A kiss pressed to your jaw, “So willing to deny me at every step behind the safety of your work.” A kiss pressed to your collarbone, “But now look at you…” His hands dug just under the wiring on your bra, effectively lifting your supple flesh out of the cups and spilling in full display in front of the man. He licked his lips, a hand cupping your breast and savoring the weight of it in his palm. Chestnut eyes hooked your flushed gaze once more as he purred out, “Heh, I’ll tame you yet, my fiery minx.” With his mouth enclosed around the sensitive bud of your nipple, it was then you could hold your whines no longer. Hands slid over your ass, restarting the ministrations of him grinding his clothed length across your heat. “Mr Maahhh!tsunoo” the need evident in your cry, your fingers now digging into his dark locks. Briefly he lapped at your nipple, tongue lithely circling around the delicate bud and gently taking it between his teeth. The sharp snap of pain went straight to your pussy, and you couldn’t help but tighten the grip of your thighs on him. At the rate he was electrifying your body - you wouldn’t last long. Karamatsu relinquished your chest with a soft pop, running his tongue over his lips once more and grinning like he’d just licked a bowl of ambrosia clean. With some show of strength you were lifted off of his lap and placed carefully on your back. Soft clanking rang in your ears - the sound, you recognized, was him unbuckling his pants. Deciding to reclaim your spine if only for a moment, you slid your thumbs under the waistband of your panties and discarded the fabric without much cognizance. Your thighs welcomed him now, a fire being lit deep in your belly by the man above you. Time was not to be wasted, which is why Karamatsu didn’t bother removing his own vest and button down - all he needed was to free himself enough to give you exactly what you needed. An arm was laid carefully next to your head, allowing the raven debonair to hold himself upright over you. He grasped his cock, groaning at how painfully hard he was in his palm. You drew in a breath, preparing yourself for your final undoing, but he stopped just before you. The heat of his length right up against you made the anticipated shudder in your spine palpable. “I want you to understand two things,” his deep voice cut the heavy air, “One…you will call me Karamatsu from here on. I won’t hear you refer to me as anything else.” You bit your lip at that; the implications that that statement alone held such a heavy weight over your head. Professionalism was crumbling at mach speeds with this encounter, and you leaving this room knowing that you were to refer to who was essentially a man with great authority over you by his first name was the key to completely demolishing your work relationship. Your eyes flitted in the direction of his bar, “But…K…Karamatsu, sir…” One of his hands found their way to your cheek, pulling your attention to the sincere, impassioned countenance he held. He ignored your plea as he continued,  “Two: I know what this means, flower - I know it changes everything for you…” you watched his eyes darken with an ardor that seared you inside, “But I will let no one else have you, do you understand me?” The wave of warmth that washed down your entire body pulled any semblance of a response right out of you; the best you could give him was a simple nod. Leather traced the plush of your lips, “...Good.” And that was the last of your warning before he kissed you hard, simultaneously slipping inside you in one thrust. Virginity was a far cry away from you at this time in your life, but the torrid stretch from his cock filling you burned so good. You mewled into his mouth, your hands finding purchase at his back. Muscles stretched and pulled under your fingertips as his hips established a rhythm against your own: Slow. Hard. Deep. It astounded you how quickly bliss was brought to you in the form of being fucked so intensely - Karamatsu tangling the fingers of his left hand carefully in your locks - his right, wrapping behind your back to hold you in place. His powerful grip and the way he fed your body pleasure thrust for thrust told you exactly how he planned to take and take and take - but his words in your ear were far more gentle, “Goddd, you don’t know what you do to me,” he growled, choosing to pant heavily into the crook of your neck, “I’ve wanted you since day one, fuck,” his hold on you tightened, Karamatsu driving into you faster now, “A thing of beauty like yoohhh shitshitshit - I had to have you.” You were dizzy in ecstasy, desire causing your pussy to clamp down on him at his confessions - you were sure you were going to set aflame any moment now. Instinctively your back arched, pushing yourself even that more closer to him, nipples rubbing harshly against the fabrics of his vest. Lips pressed hard into your pulse point, your whimpers and moans dripping in wanton lust as Karamatsu sheathed himself into you with repeated fervor. The coiling in your belly was winding ever tighter, your toes curling, voice teetering into another octave. This had your lover groaning in graveled tones, “That’s it, mon amour, come undone” Karamatsu dragged your body down onto his own, fucking you even deeper, “Give nghh, g-give it all to me.” You would have no time to react, your entire body seizing with an explosion of white hot heat, his name an unwavering mantra of babbled speech flying off your lips. The nails in his back gripped Karamatsu impossibly tight, and he would reward your hold with one more devastating kiss. Your senses were wrapped up in him: the heat of his mouth, the flex of his back under your hands, the smell of him mixed with the scent of sex in the air and the ever still stroking of his cock locked heavy inside you. Wobbling tears brimmed at your lashes, the overstimulation of his persistent thrusts starting to set in. As soon as he parted from your lips you sobbed out in a licentious plea, “Karamatsuuu” That would be enough to send him over the edge. In a loud broken moan, Karamatsu’s hips stilled, with him bottoming out inside you. He spilled hot and fast, a sensation that pulled a shaky moan from you. It would take some time before he untangled himself from you, but that would not leave you without him. Instead Karamatsu pulled you down to lay you on top of him, his arm coming around you to keep you close. The steady beats of his heart brought you comfort as your body hummed post orgasm, though your mind was still plagued with some uncertainties. You were sure you would be able to ask questions later, but for now, you were content laying with him like this. “So…” came Karamatsu’s tired voice, hoarse with overuse, “Perhaps we should renegotiate your workplace, hm?” You looked up at him, initially surprised, but then realizing you’ve had this same conversation with him a thousand times already. A short huff followed by your coy smile, “In your dreams, Karamatsu.” He matched your smirk, “There’s my spitfire,” and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Heh, worth a shot at least.” You were his now either way.

[deepinifhell]

NSFW 9, 10, 11 for Pax and/or Lauren and/or Louise (or any combo), please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

OC NSFW Asks

9. What’s their favorite way to get in the mood? How do they set the mood?

The only one who actually tries to set the mood is Louise. On her own, she gets in the mood by reading lesbian erotica. She sets the mood with candles, low lighting, and being a bit touchier. She doesn't like seeing other people get excessive with their PDA and so she is fussy about trying not to do too much PDA and overcorrects sometimes. While it probably looks pretty chaste to most people if she gives Nat a kiss at the edge of her lips or right by her ear or snuggles up against her in public, she's horny.

Lauren: "That's my secret, I'm always horny." She's the detective I use to get all those screenshots of people begging her and Morgan to stop flirting. Depending on where they are, she may just start stripping. Otherwise just, here's the texts between Morgan and Lauren for Books 2 and 3.

Pax doesn't try to get into the mood unless her partner wants to, and her method of "setting the mood" is to just ask. Not even in a sexy way. I'm talking "Would you like to have intercourse?" has unironically come out of her mouth. This one punk guy in college from (see question 10) did take the time to offer better ways to phrase that after laughing for like 5 straight minutes, thankfully.

10. Are they down for casual one-night stands?

Louise: No and never has been. Lauren: Yes and I'm not kidding when I say that Morgan's sad face is the only thing between her and fucking Bobby Marks.

Pax: She was before Farah but like...you know those fliers/posts people make to try and get subjects for their human research studies? That was the vibe.

11. Are they attracted to anyone (specific person or just negative qualities) they really shouldn’t be?

Louise: Louise is a bit too attracted to women who are willing to be ruthless. While anything too reprehensible is a turn off, she's definitely used to being perceived as a bitch (usually when she's just advocating for herself or others) and having to train herself into being more imposing so she can get anything done and be taken seriously. That got her wires crossed somewhere, and now when she sees women who are actual bitches she thinks they're kinda hot.

Lauren: Bobby Marks. Anyone who will enable her bad decisions. People who are ready to throw hands...it might be easier to list what bad qualities she isn't into.

Pax: Slightly mad scientists. If Murphy had a single ounce of non-magic charisma, a non-negative wisdom modifier, and the willingness to do some light social engineering he wouldn't have needed the thralls at all.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Zombie Bunny and Strange Meow: Part One

We continue our Halloween week with the world's cutest little haunts! Junbaobao and Hanbao are here to make your Halloween sweet, not scary!

The second I saw this costume set listed I knew I had to have it. I love holiday themed things, they're so fun. Growing up, my mom had a hutch display that she would decorate for each holiday, with her little dolls and teddy bears all dressed up. I always thought as an adult I would have a holiday hutch too, not realizing now much work it is to festively think out and arrange an area every year. Sadly, it never happened. But now, I am certainly accruing enough bao outfits to easily do so!

Unfortunately, because of the tremendous detail and excessive cuteness of this set, the 30-photo limit per post is not allowing me to do both costumes together. Not in the level of detail I want to, anyway. So today is Part One, Zombie Bunny. Come back tomorrow for Part Two, Strange Meow!

Here is the costume set listing that I fell in love with:

Adorable even on these random dolls! I could only imagine how cute they would look on the baos. The name of the listing only solidified it - Zombie Bunny and Strange Meow. Any cat themed outfit could be only be destined for a Hanbao! Junbaobao is cute enough to be anything, he can certainly be a bunny zombie!

I bought this set back in May, thinking I was leaving ample time for it to arrive in time for Halloween, but I will tell you it just arrived at home here in mid-October. Not much time to spare! I'm really happy it got here in time, because it is SO CUTE.

The two outfits were sold separately. Each one had so many pieces they came in two separate bags!

We're going to start with my Junbaobao due to my total obsession with this doll and his zombie bunny costume. Technically, this costume is not a zombie but a jiangshi, an undead hopping vampire. So, the bunny aspect is quite apropos!

Here's the front of the full 6-piece set. I actually saved the earring for Hanbao, because we all know who wears earrings around here, and it's not Junjun.

And here's the back! The detail on all of this is just lovely, I can't wait for you to see the closeups.

Awww our little man, looking ADORABLE. The little jingle bell bows on his pants came pre-tied, thankfully. Oops, I see i didn't arrange one of the bows correctly so it laid flat. It does, you'll see it later.

I took a side shot here so you could see the slashed color inset - such a nice touch! The material is indeed pearly and shimmery.

And the back. I'm always a bit worried about clothes fitting over the chonky bao proportions, but the pants went on just fine.

Here we have him with the little shoes - I love the gold ginkgo ornaments!

Ah you can really see the golden opalescence in the pants fabric here.

Here he is with the bunny top. So cute! As you can see, he's showing off a sliver of tummy here. You can also see I finally smoothed the other bow down, but I forgot to smooth down the ginkgo ornaments!

It was a little bit of a squeeze, but I got him into the top!

Now we have the collar. the purple ribbons there are wired, so you can move them around as you see fit. So I'm going to point out here that the actual look for this outfit, as shown in the sales pic, is for the collar to be turned the other way around, which shows off the zombie bunny patch, and allows for the purple ribbons to wrap around his arms (and so the puff is his bunny tail!). I actually really like it this way because I like the ribbons doing fun things like this, but, it's the wrong way, so back it goes.

He's so cute, I can't even stand it.

And the little cottontail! It is indeed very cute like this.

And here is the whole costume (minus the earring)! I love it.

Here's a shot of the clasp - you just slide the flower circle sideways into the clasp opening, and then turn it flat again to close it. It's beautiful, and you can see some of the nice embroidery here. The brocade is stiffened, so you have a nice shape to the collar.

Here's a close up shot of the bunny patch on his little jacket and the pretty ornament on his necklace. As an extra bonus, you get a little peek of bao belly! MAY I also say it's an entirely cute zoom in of Junbaobao's perfect, perfect face. Gong Jun the person is gorgeous, but his bao counterpart isn't any less so!

Oops, I could have pulled his hat down a little in back. It fits very nicely, actually.

Alright! Time for some fig-style 360-degree shots of the cutest bunny zombie ever!

How is he so cute I don't even know. I love him so much!

Read on for Part 2, Strange Meow, and some shots of the two cuties together!

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Doll project under cut, introductory post (i guess???) To my Frankenstein doll project 1/????

So i got this Angel of Dream body for dirt cheap because she's very very damaged. It's hard to see in the pics I have here but she's very unevenly yellowed (which happens when resin is exposed to sunlight, I don't mind yellowing at all but this doll was wearing clothes that protected SOME of the body and not others, leaving splotches of yellowing that were darker than the others). It's a decent body but it arrived to me absolutely COVERED in what I'm assuming is maybe pen marks???? And far more yellowed than I expected.

I was thankfully able to get the pen marks off but the frustration did NOT end with that. She refused to stand and was generally very unstable, to the point where to get her stable, I used a stick and a half of hot glue to stabilize her joints as well as wiring her (putting wire through the legs). I nearly had to cut off part of the back of her legs to get the posing to work. It was BAD. Her joints were double joints but they really only functioned as single joints due to how badly the legs and arms were made, so the joint limitation was the main thing the hot glue and wiring fixed. She now poses VERY good which was my first win with this project. Before I even started with the faceup, I also sanded the nipples down a bit because 1. I could tell they would poke through any clothes I would put her in and 2. I wanted an excuse to do something funky with them (ie how some top surgeons stitch around your nipples to reattach them, that's my VERY rough idea of what I'm going to do with them. If that doesn't work out, then silly tattoos on them (this doll would do silly stick and poke tattoos))

^ you can SLIGHTLY see the yellowing here but the lighting was bad so please trust me it is VERY uneven.

Before I got this doll, I wanted to use just how drastic the yellowing was in some areas as a fun part of the doll instead of trying to remove it. Inspiration struck with her arms (which basically have the equivalent of a doll farmers tan) and I realized I could do a full body project with making the doll sort of like Frankenstein's monster, in the way of making it look like there was a ton of body parts sewn together in the areas the resin didn't match. I could blush it to play up the differences and paint on faux stitch lines and the concept was really coming together as I waited for the doll to come in the mail.

I ordered a head from the same seller (along with another body for a different doll) and needed to really put the work in to get it just right. She had a pretty normal faceup and i needed to do something that was very NOT normal, wanting to add stitches and uneven marks to her face. By this point I was pretty much just hoping for the best.

The head (a Doll in Mind Eunbi) is a GORGEOUS sculpt with a lot of character and personality and as soon as I removed the faceup, I KNEW it was the perfect match for this project.

Her faceup was pretty damaged and she had uneven yellowing on her forehead, as well as a TON of tape residue around her headcap. Due to her age (the head was released in 2006!!!), her headcap didn't have any magnets on it to hold it on so tape was a popular choice to keep it on! I don't particularly mind but I did want to get her cleaned up and highlight some of her uneven yellowing too!

I wiped the faceup and was met with a first for me: the eyebrows and lips were stained onto the head! I tried multiple faceup removers and it didn't work but thankfully a magic eraser removed the rest of it! Here's the head blank!

She is SUCH a cutie!! And the resin matched decently close to the body which was HONESTLY a blessing in disguise as I didn't expect them to match nor care if it matched because of all the work I'd be doing on it. At this point in the project, I had gotten my mockup done and realized that using paint would be much easier. I had already painted a doll head to match so I was not super worried about that part of it, and I had paints that I felt would look good on there, so paint it was! I laid out where I wanted the scars on her face (each line is a stitch line and I am using 3 different paint colors, leaving one section to be the natural resin color. One of the outlines is where the yellowing on her forehead is less bad, meaning I will do a scar in that shape) and did the same on the upper bits of the body. Doing the same tactic I did on Dindrane with doing it half of the body at a time seemed the best way forward, so I sealed and mapped out the bust and arms properly before continuing on my many layers of sealant.

^ the other arm looked the same so no point in including pics of it 👍 I plan on mostly keeping the yellowed resin unpainted to really highlight it and paint a lot of the body and head, purposefully playing up the asymmetrical designs where I can! This is very much going to be a multi post ordeal because honestly there is NO way picture wise that I could do it all in one post lmao

Bonus pic of her pre faceup removal on the body ↓

Her eyelashes were CRAZY long and bent into the eye so it was my first step with removing the faceup lol but you can see that it matches pretty well with the body from being from 2 different companies and different ages!