#this one hurts...it was so. heckin. pretty.

[r-bitfluffs]

dogging it. like the cryptids Gotham needs.

DISCLAMIER !!!! i have never seen or read anything to do with the dc universe OR the Danny phantom show. my understanding of the show comes from cross over righting prompts and the phandoms love for bibity bobitying Danny into Gotham as random animals.

English is not my mother tong and I have moved a lot as a child so my spelling in BOTH my languages is not the best.

this is my first righting prompt for ENY fandom. please do be kind in the comments, constructive criticism is okay but PLEASE don't be rude about it.

on another note, there is art for this! (I'm really heckin proud of it, I'm still kind of new to digital art. )

alright I'm done yapping lets get into this//

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it was a normal night in Gotham, sky was clouded, air was spicy with a hint of some sort of gas and the bats and birds where out and about on patrol.

duke was at home asleep, since he was the dayshift. Jason was in crime alley dealing with some trouble stewing there, Tim was taking a coffee brake on a roof somewhere, dick was finishing calming down a paniced civilian after being mugged a couple of streets over from batman and robin (in Gotham for reasons.) Steph had the night off and cass was being cass and sneaking around somewhere.

nothing big had happened yet for tonight, just some muggings, one of them being a literal mugging involving a heavily intoxicated on who knows what male who SOMEHOW kept on finding random mugs and, like the dumb*ss drunken dude he was, was trying to rob, and I mean TRYING. to rob a poor college student who had stayed late for a test, and like the stressed, overworked, in dept person they where, had forgotten the normal carry on taser so was stuck waiting for a bat to come play. it got handled and now there was just some gossip over the coms that the bat tried and failed to stop.

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"-the fact that some people keep fish like that in those horrid conditions is just unacceptable. even if you don't involve the fact that a vase is to small for a betta fish there is also the ammonia, nitrite and nitrate build up to take care of and- "

"sorry to interrupt your rant there robin but there seems the be some cams glitching near a alley way near you near 25 Wayman's alley if you can just check that out please. "

"hrm." (bat translation. alright we will go check on it.)

"copy that oracle we will run visual surveillance and see what we find"

"alright thanks just be careful- no wait all units statis."

"me and batman are it rout to the glitched cams." robin said first then waited for the rest to speak.

"*grunts* dealing with some- "HAY JACK*SS STOP THAT." dealing with some low level goons ill be done in a min or 2. " came from red hoods com.

"just finishing off calming a civ after a spook from a mugging!" Nightwing cheerily bugged in with his status

"on a coffee brake." red robin said after nightwing was finished speaking and a couple seconds later a jiggle rang across the coms signalling that black bat was a-okay and checking in as well.

"alright good that you are all safe. we have a arkham brake out. joker is on the loose, i repeat. joker is on the loose."

"F#CK.!"

"ughhhh."

"again? really? ugh."

"hm." (bat translation here again, he is NOT happy about it.)

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Danny was.. okay.. ish, he wasn't hurt but he wasn't fully happy about how he get hear in the first place either. he and cujo had been in Gotham for around a week now just living day by day, it was stressful not letting to many folks see cujo but he'd say he's doing pretty well if he's to say for himself!

not really happy about being turned into a dog but he will live (ha right. he's not even alive.) but he will take being a dog over being strapped to lab table torn apart molecule by molecule.

... he's still mad at clockwork for it tho.

just before he got to stuck in his own mind cujo came bouncing over and pawed his leg happily trying to show Danny something so he stopped walking to see what it was that cujo wanted to show him. It turned out to be a old batarang laying there but it was a bit bloody so he let out a low chuft telling cujo to let it be and kept walking, cujo running up to his side after a little bit of sniffing at the discarded weapon.

he's still kind of annoyed that the only way he can talk to somebody makes his voice sound like he's on a OLD voice recorder. and when he does try and speak his mouth doesn't move so it just looks like he's standing there with his mouth wide open , it makes it REALY hard to help calm down folks he runs across and can be really creepy to some folks.

why does he hear crazed laughter?

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the clown didn't even stand a chance. danny didn't kill him, oh no.

he did make Shure he'd never harm anybody else again, tho and he mighhtttt have been a little bit creepy about it. but i mean come on? a ghosts gotta have fun sometimes and he DID called off cujo after a little bit of light maiming so who can blame him? no him at least.

.....

danny sadly didn't see the random civ who got a good photo of him and cujo when they had stopped for a little thanks the the fact that they had a VERY old camera or the fact that another civ get a VERY blurry video of him and cujo going cryptid on the clown....

(no clue how to make this look like a post on the internet so just imagen it is.)

(cujo is TINY and danny is HUGE he looks kinda like a black lab but the size and fluff of a newfoundland in meh brain)

the vid got posted after the photo and went viral within the next day.

cue red hood LOVEING those puppers and robin trying SO hard to adopt those dogs and FAILING again and again.

[mae-lou-ron]

I literally just lost three hours worth of work on my Star Wars OC dossier in preparation to unveil it here tonight.

I...

I feel like someone close to me just died.

[touyaismycomfortboy]

♡ how can i call myself a man?

a/n: i'm rewatching mha and i'm going thru season four and the kirishima episode got me missing my boy i need to write him :((

word count: 3.3k

synopsis: you and kirishima are doing your work studies together, you went out on patrol alone and were cornered by a villain. it tried to attack kirishima and you blocked the attack, getting severely injured in the process, now kirishima is blaming himself for your injuries.

pairing: ejirou kirishima x fem prns!reader

genre: a little angsty hurt comfort oneshot <3

warnings: violence, injuries, cussing, blood, passing out, kirishima sad :( biggest warning of all methinks, also not proofread

  "Alright, I think you both have learned enough to patrol on your own now." 

  You and Ejirou were beaming at Fatgum's words, you were doing your best not to jump up and down with excitement and tried to keep a professional appearance, but Ejirou didn't care and simply pumped his fist up in the air. "Hell yeah!"

  You giggled at your boyfriend's excitement, looking at him and then back at Fatgum. "Are you absolutely positive? You really trust us that much?" 

  Fatgum nodded, shoving a takoyaki in his mouth. "Of course, you guys are doin' really well." He smiled at you both. "Nothing much really going on today, plus Suneater and I will be out patrolling as well so if you need anything you can give us a call." He winked, shoving more food in his cheeks.

  You glanced over at Tamaki in the corner, his forehead was pressed against the wall and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his hero costume, but he took one of his hands out to give you guys a thumbs up. "Y-You got this."

  You and Eijirou calmly walked out of the room, then as soon as the doors closed were giddily freaking out, you were jumping up and down and he was punching the air excitedly. "Alright! Let's do this!" His gravelly voice called out as he punched the air once more, smiling at you before you both exited the building.

  It was a beautifully sunny day, a little hot but not unbearable, and you kept water on the belt of your hero costume so you and him would stay hydrated. "So, Red Riot," You started, trying to keep your giggles to yourself. "How does it feel to be doing fully fledged hero work?" You held an imaginary microphone to his face. 

  He "grabbed" the imaginary microphone out of your hand and grinned, speaking into it. "I just have to say, IT'S HECKIN' AWESOME." He didn't mean to be so loud, he was just so excited he couldn't help it! He "threw" the imaginary microphone on the ground and looked back at you. "We gotta stay focused though, because like you said, we are doing full-fledged hero work, we can't let Fatgum and Suneater down!" 

  You nodded in agreement, keeping your eyes facing the streets and giving cursory glances in every direction to see if you could catch anything suspicious. "Of course, this is a pretty good area of town though. I doubt we'll see anything besides petty theft."

  "Yeah, but still, true heroes will keep their eyes and ears open no matter if it's a good area or the worst area! Villains are everywhere!" Eijirou said passionately, looking forward very attentively as he scanned the area. 

  You smiled at how serious he was, and obviously you were serious about this too, you wouldn't have applied for hero studies if you weren't, but there was something so special about Eijrou and his drive, you really admired how badly he wanted this. 

  Your thoughts of admiring your boyfriend were quickly interrupted by the sound of a window shattering from around the corner, you and Eijirou quickly looked at each other, then bolted the sound of the noise, quickly turning the corner. 

  You saw a villain step out of the corner store with a bag around his shoulder. Didn't look like anyone important, just a nobody trying to make a quick buck. Eijirou immediately turned his body rock hard and turned into a human shield and instinctively stood slightly in front of you, you activated your quirk as well and scowled at the villain. "Hey, you! Stop right there!" You shouted, taking a step forward.

  The scum villain stopped in his tracks and looked at you both, his body relaxing when he saw you two? "HAH! You think you high school kids can stop me?" He cackled, dropping his bag of money on the ground. He turned towards you both, and your knees got wobbly. Usually, you have a pro hero with you during times like these, but now it's just you and Eiji. 

  You heard the screams of some bystanders and he took a step towards you both, hearing the bystanders run in an opposite direction. You had a pager in your pocket that connected to Fatgum and Tamaki, you subtly pressed it before stepping to the side of Eijirou, both of you collectively blocking this direction of the narrow street. 

  "Robbing a Mom n' Pop shop? That's low," Eijirou frowned, stepping towards him while his body was still rock hard, already in a fighting stance. "That's not manly at all!"

  The villain clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "I don't care, boy. I need a quick buck." The villain bent over for a moment, it looked like he was somehow activating some kind of quirk of his? 

  You looked around once more and made sure most bystanders had fled the scene, any that were still there you shoo'd away quickly and took a deep breath, taking a step back just in case his quirk was long-range. 

  The villain seemed to cover his body in little triangle knives… they almost looked like arrowheads. He cried out and stood up straight, the arrowheads shooting in every direction. Eijirou quickly covered your body with his, the arrows bouncing off his hardened skin. 

  You and Eiji worked so well together because he was the shield and you were the spear, once the rain of arrowheads had ended you stepped away from him and shot your quirk at the villain, doing your best to knock him out but not kill him. You know, heroes' laws and all that. 

  The villain roared at your attempt to attack him, dodging your quirk with ease and you gulped. This wasn't just some random street thug, come on Fatgum, where are you?!

  The villain got on all fours and looked like it was ready to pounce, and started to run towards you both. 

  And just like any hero, your body moved without thinking. 

  You lunged in front of Eijirou instinctively, your mind a complete blur, your only instinct was to protect and no thoughts entered your mind after you jumped.

  It was like everything was in slow motion, Eijirou tried to reach out and shove you out of the way while you lunged, but it was too late.

  The hero rammed into you with intense force and you were knocked to the ground a few feet to the side of Eijirou, the wind getting knocked out of you. You didn't even have a chance to catch your breath though, as soon as your head hit the pavement you were out, completely unconscious. 

  Eijrou stared in horror at your limp body lying on the ground, his attention being forced away from you as the villain roared once more. Eijirou was so taken aback by what you did he hadn't even noticed he had lost focus on his quirk and was back to normal, the villain started to run towards him again and he hardened just in time for the villain to clash with Eijirou's arms that were in an X above his head, small parts of his arm cracking and a few bits crumbling and falling to the ground from the pressure the villain was putting on his arms.

  Eijirou's brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched, grinding his teeth through the pain as he tried to withstand the pressure that the villain was putting on his body. He couldn't give up, he couldn't go limp, what would this villain do to your unconscious self if he didn't persist?

  The pain was getting to him, tears welling in his eyes as the villain was able to use his force to push Eijirou back slightly, his feet digging into the ground beneath him and leaving a trail of broken concrete.

  Eijirou felt his arms faltering, his strength wouldn't be able to handle much more, and his body was giving out from the constant pressure. He saw your limp body in his periphery, and saw red pooling underneath your head… he lost focus immediately once he saw the sight.

  The villain shoved Eijirou to the ground, he fell onto his back and looked up at the villain above him. The villain formed an arrow within his palm, he aimed it at Eijirou's neck and was going to shoot- 

  SHHLP

  Tentacles wrapped around the villain tightly and swung him into the air before throwing him into a bright yellow and plush figure, Eijirou immediately sat up.

  Suneater… Fatgum…!! 

  He saw the villain be absorbed into Fatgum's stomach, he wasted no time running over to your limp form and placed an arm under your neck, lifting you up slightly. 

  "No, no, no, no, no-" His arm felt warm as he lifted your upper body, blood. "Fuck, no, no, y/n, please wake up-" He placed two fingers on your pulse, his breath getting more shallow as he felt weak heartbeats. 

  He looked up at Tamaki and Fatgum, expecting to see them in the distance, but Tamaki was already right above you both as Fatgum was handing the villain over to the authorities. Eijirou looked up at Tamaki, his eyes welled with tears. 

  Tamaki knelt down on the ground, some of the blood on the concrete getting onto his white hero costume as he also quickly felt the pulse on your wrist. "Q-Quickly, move her up more so I can see her head…" 

  Eijirou wasted no time lifting up your torso more, his movements ginger and delicate. A staggering juxtaposition to his ragged breaths and frightened eyes. Tamaki examined the back of your head, and before he could get a good look, Eijirou saw ambulance lights near the police.

  Eijirou stood up, carrying you bridal style and ran towards the ambulance, not caring about the blood that was dripping onto his arm and down to the ground as he ran.

  "H-Help… help, please!!" He shouted, and the EMTS rushed to your side. "She got hit… she fell and hit her head on the concrete, she hasn't woken up since, please help her, please-"

  They quickly pulled out a stretcher. "Lay her down." They instructed, opening the back of the ambulance so they could load you up. "How long has she been out?" 

  Eijirou delicately laid you on the stretcher. "I-I don't know, maybe two minutes? Just please, please help her-" 

  The EMTS loaded you into the ambulance faster than Eijirou could think, a few staying behind a little longer to ask more clarifying questions and check on his condition as well. He started to feel numb, his mind mostly empty as they wrapped bandages around the exposed skin on his arms from the cracks, all he could think about was the feeling of your warm blood against his arm, he didn't even want to think about how bad the gash must have been for you to have been bleeding that much.

  He looked at the stain on the ground as they taped the whole area of the corner store with caution tape as they investigated the crime scene. That was your blood, yours. 

  And it was all because he failed to protect you.

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  He couldn't sleep for the next few days after that, he couldn't even eat. His classmates tried to coax him out of his room, tried to shove food underneath his door for him to eat, and most of it ended up going cold and in his trash can since it was no longer edible.

  He had called the hospital every day, and right now your condition was bad enough that only immediate family were allowed to visit you. 

  All because he couldn't fucking protect you. 

  He punched his punching bag. How could he fail to protect you? He was supposed to be your shield, he failed his one goddamn job and now you're paying the price for it.

  He should've already been standing in front of you, he should've had a hand on you to make sure you couldn't jump in front of him, he should've been fasted so he could move you out of the way. He could've taken the villain's attack, you can't. 

  He was your boyfriend for god's sake, even if he didn't have a defensive quirk it was still his job to protect you, how could he let this happen? 

  He punched the punching bag harder and faster.

  How is he supposed to be a hero if he can't save the ones that are most important to him? If he can't even save them how he is he supposed to save innocent bystanders? He's not even a pro hero yet and he's already failing his one job. How was he supposed to call himself a man? Even a boy would've done a better job protecting you, what if you died and it was all his fault? What if you'll never be the same? What if-

  Knock knock.

  Eijirou was torn from his thoughts, looking towards the door. He looked down at his knuckles, guess he hadn't realized how hard he was punching his punching bag, his knuckles were bruised. 

  "No, Mina, I don't need any more food." He groaned, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

  "This isn't Mina." The voice was deep, tired. He recognized it. Aizawa?

  Eijirou suspiciously walked to the door and opened it up, looking at his teacher before him. "Mister Aizawa, what are you doing here?" 

  "I got a call about y/n's condition." 

  His heart stopped.

  "Is she okay? Is she awake? How bad are her injuries? Can I-" 

  "She's awake, and you're the first person she asked for. You're allowed to visit her now." Aizawa said calmly, not sure how Eijirou would react to the news. 

  Eijirou didn't stop to think for even a moment, he immediately ran out of his room past Aizawa and ran downstairs to the common area. He was in his pajamas, and his hair was lying flat on his head, but he didn't have time to think about or even fix those things, he could only think about you. 

  His classmates were shocked to see him downstairs. "Hi Kiri, what's the big rush?" Tsu asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch. 

  Eiji didn't respond, he had to see you. He quickly ran out of the building, running straight off campus to the nearest train station. It took a couple of minutes, but it was the fastest he had ever run to the train station before. He ran inside of it, holding on to one of the standing bars as he anxiously tapped his foot against the ground. 

  He wouldn't sit, he couldn't sit. If he sat down he'd be able to feel the churning in his stomach a lot easier, he was so scared to see you. 

  After what felt like the longest train ride of his life, he was the first one to run out of the train. He ran straight into the hospital doors and right up to the front desk, anxiously tapping his foot once more as he gave the desk lady his information. 

  He was told what room you were in and immediately went to the nearest elevator, making sure it was empty so he wouldn't have to wait for anyone else and quickly pressed the button for what floor you were on. 

  He wasn't sure if it was the movement of the elevator or just him, but his stomach felt so queasy, like he could throw up. What if you weren't the same? What if his mistake has ruined you forever? What if you were no longer able to become a hero and it was all his fault?

  The elevator dinged and he froze, staring as the doors opened and looked down the hallway, he could see which room had your number. 

  He took a deep breath, before speedwalking to your door, he didn't want to run and disturb all the other patients, but he could barely wait another moment to see you. He walked up to your room, walked through the door and passed the curtain and-

  He saw you. You had IV fluids going into your arm and bandages wrapped around your head. It looked like your arms were bruised from where you landed, and you were wearing a blue hospital gown. 

  Despite the IV and the bandages, and your injuries that looked to be very painful, you were sitting there peacefully eating your lunch. Like nothing was wrong with you. 

  You looked up at Eijirou and smiled innocently. "There you are!" You grinned, setting your place to the side. "I wasn't going to make it another second without you." You beckoned him towards you with your arms.

  Eijirou stayed silent, he bit his lip and his eyes welled with tears. He quickly ran towards you, gently engulfing you in a hug and squeezing you gently.

  You smiled when he hugged you, completely oblivious to your tears. "I missed you too, Eiji, I-" 

  "It's all my fault." He croaked, his voice was barely a whisper. If he talked any louder, his voice would crack and he would start crying. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" He squeezed you a little tighter, but his grasp was barely tight at all, he was so scared of hurting you. "It's my job to protect you, I failed, I'm so sorry…"

  You gasped, your heart shattering into a million pieces at his words. Your chest started to ache, had he really been blaming himself like this the whole time you've been unconscious? 

  You squeezed him as tightly as your injured arms would allow, shaking your head quickly. "No, no! It's not your fault Eiji," You ran your hands through his hair. "I chose to jump in front of you, my body moved before I could think," You pushed him back a little to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry that your quirk isn't telepathy, but there's no way you could've known I was going to do that. I didn't even know I was going to do that, this isn't your fault at all."

  "I should've done more…" Eijirou's body was wracked with a sob, but he did his best to hold in his cries. "I should've been standing in front of you, not to the side of you, I should've had a hand on you to make sure you wouldn't move, I should've-"

  You cupped his face. "Eiji," You looked deep into his eyes. "I'm okay, no more what if's. I'm right in front of you, that's all that matters." 

  His eyes were full of tears, a few of them had streamed down his cheeks. He looked into your eyes, then gazed at the bandage on your head, his mind flashing to the image of your blood covering his arm and…

  He tried to shake the thought away, looking at your smiling face now. You were right, you were okay, and you were here with him right now. But he would never forgive himself for this even if you insisted it wasn't his fault, even though you were okay how much pain were you in? How much of it was all his fault? He will never stop thinking about it. 

  He didn't want to argue with you about this anymore, didn't want you to waste what little energy you had bickering with him, so he just nodded for now, looking downward. 

  "Can you cuddle with me? I've missed you so terribly…" You asked, your eyes pleading. 

  You didn't have to ask him twice, he immediately crawled into your hospital bed and curled up next to you, wrapping his arms around you gently as he nuzzled your neck, and you both stayed like that until you both finally had the first good sleep you have had in days….

[7nessasaryevils]

We are back, my beloveds!!! Ep 8 what fresh hell awaits me??

- WE COMING OUT SWINGING SON OF A BITCH: yak's little smile and the immediate way he goes to take off the necklace cause he knows... his heart is someone else's now 😭😭

- bolster light effect my beloved... how I have missed you 🥺🥺🥹

- "if you take it back again, you're a dead man": tell me you're married without telling me you're married

- this boxer is yours.... FUCKING LET ME BREATHE ITS NOT EVEN A MINUTE INTO THE SHOW

- Dee taking accountability for how his words hurt Yak... ohhh emotional growth how wondrous you are

- man said "you broke up with me" SIR YOU WEREN'T EVEN DATING

- Dee leading Yak back home (count one of I'm so fucking fine)

- the Phadetsuk family is under my protection and if someone breathes on them wrong I'll sit on them NO ONE TOUCHES MY BABIES

- Yak's stomach growled and my dumbass thought it was my stomach growling....

- awwww family dinner time!

- Cher being fucking awesome as always

- Taem... darling... the sad glow in your eyes is hurting me 🥺 you had your chance with Yak...

- of course Yak didn't answer; he was too busy cuddling his Mho Dee ♥️

- Yak, sir... I see you... whatchu thinking in that pervy head of yours hmmmm? 🤨🤨🤨

- never mind... I know exactly what is going on in that PERVY head of yours 🤣🤣🤣

- OIL MASSAGES MY SEXY BELOVED

- gentlemen!!! Avert your gazes!!! 🤣

- awww Dee trying to understand more about Yak's world

- the most fashionable Grim Reaper is back.... and continues to scare the shit out of me

- Dee knows something's wrong!!! Yeah baby, get ready to call out your man!

- the fact that Dee knows about the hallucinations Yak saw... that means Yak told him!

- Ter... you lowlife dried up dog shit human turd crap being... may your scrubs always have a rip in them! May your phone never charge! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE AN IN GROWN TOE NAIL!!!

- LIKE FUCK DEE IS GONNA GO WITH YOU YOU FLOPPY DICK

- hehehehehegegege jealousy my beloved how wonderful you look upon Yoryak Phadetsuk 🥰🥰

- I don't know whether to be endeared about how excited Yak is to eat Dee's cooking... or fucking terrified because Yak is about to eat Dee's cooking

- the food is edible???

- COSTUME FASHION SHOW (although Yak being unsure about the whole thing but still trying for Dee's sake 🥺🥺🥺 count two of I'm fucking fine)

- GRANDMAMAMMAAMMAAMAMAMAMAMA QUEEN I HAVE MISSED YOU GUYS SHES BACK

- the irony of Yak being able to coordinate fights but unable to dance in rhythm 🤣🤣🤣

- wha- wait- what do- WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAKE BOYFRIENDS!!! YOU KISSED!!! ON THE LIPS!!! YOU'RE MARRIED NOW!!! WHAT NONSENSE AM I LISTENING TO

- disappear comp- ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?!?

- I'm about to commit violence... pretty sure Kao and Granmama would help me

- product placement... my goodness I forgot what you looked like 😅🤣

- nooooooooo cute product placement!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I'm suddenly violently thrown back to the Miscellar water scene from BBS

- THE MARRIAGE EQUALITY BILL IM GONNA FUCKING THROW UP IM SO FUCKING GWENCHANA RIGHT NOW

- "let's register for marriage" NO ONE FUCKING TOUCH ME (this show better end with Yei and Cher having rings on their fingers, that's all I'm saying)

- you've never pro- oh gods oh gods is this happening is it it?!?!?

- ITS HAPPENING IT IS FUCKING FUCKING FUCK (COUNT 3 OF IM SO FUCKING GODDAMN FINE)

- speaking very honestly and seriously though: something in me breaks in the very best way watching Oyei ask Cher to marry him because they can. This is a thing that is very real for them. And it's beautiful.

- I love you Taem but girl.... you doing me a heckin annoyance- what is with that face???

- we're faking dat- sir when you start blow drying a dude's hair with that look in your eye YOU'RE FUCKING MARRIED!

- THAT'S A WEDDING GROOM OUTFIT YOU DUMB FUCKS WHY AM I SURROUNDED BY STUPID GAYS (all except Cher and Kao... they have all the brain cells)

- oh no... oh no no no no (remembers the scene from the trailer last week with Taem and Ohm) I do not like this nope nope no

- GET YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF HER IM GOING TO STAB A TWIN

- oh gods... the need in me to tell Yak to help Taem but also Dee's heartbroken face!!!

- THE DESI IN ME REJOICES!!!! I SEE YOU MY SARI WEARING BESTIE!!!!

- fuck no fuck no fuck no go away Ter curses upon you you flip floppy cock

- just one word- here's TWO words: fuck you

- also, Ter is an absolute asshole because Kwan is the one he's here's with and yet he goes to Dee to essentially say "oh I'll drop her for you in a heartbeat"... tell me you're an asshole without telling me you're an asshole

- Ter and Ohm sitting in a tree, both being A S S H O L E!

- GET YOUR HAND- YAK THROW HANDS NOW!!!

- fuck yeah report his fucking ass!!!!

- WHY ARE THESE ASSHOLES TOUCHING PEOPLE- where's my machete I need to chop appendages

- push him away push him away push him away for fucks sake Dee push him away

- oh thank fuck (could have shoved him harder is all I'm saying)

- THROWING HIS WORDS BACK AT HIM FUCK YEAH DEE THAT'S MY BOY

- Dee says it wasn't out of sarcasm... I don't care, I'm going to my grave with that broken look on Ter's face (honestly Dee, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you though; you know your worth)

- calling Ter pichai is perfect because Dee is finally distancing himself from this man; breaking the ties of familiarity and putting him where he belongs: in the trash as a fellow doctor

- if I had a quarter for every time I wanted to chuck my phone at a wall because a dickhead is touching one of my babies... I'd have a whole ass dollar... WHICH IS FAR TOO MANY QUARTERS!!!!

- Vivi.... remind me to erect temples for you too, my sweet desi wearing queen ♥️

- Kwan, you deserve better. The entire fucking hospital deserves better than that piece of shit quack doctor.

- wait is he.. he is... please let that be...

- FUCK YEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

- look at my princes dancing!!! My kings!!!

- do I take extra joy in watching Ter shoved off to the side? YOU FUCKING BET I DO

- ohhhhhh sir... sir are you gonna ask him to da- oh

- SJNWHEENJDNWJSSNS FUCK YEAH I LOVE YOUS

- say it back Dee SAY IT BACK!!!!

- WHAT DO YOU MEAN END CREDIT?!?

- HPV info my beloved 🥰🥰♥️

- you're going all out to win him over: WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING BEFORE?!

- oh no oh no no no no that makes me scared...

Well, this episode had me wanting to bang my head into a wall thanks to two assholes but on the whole, a lovely episode!!! I cannot wait to see how next week fucks me up!

[soaps-mohawk]

me sliding into your asks as soon as i see they're open: HECKIN. YES.

(also i wrote this before the latest update if the vibes seem off)

I know you've been having A Time of it so no pressure to answer this (or if it bothers you! I hope you don't mind but if you do I apologize) 

But I was reading through the CRCB FAQs and you were talking about how a second omega would fit in the pack, with Simon as their "primary" alpha. I was thinking about what kind of omega would be interesting and able to keep up with them....and landed on: well, there have to be SOME omega rights activists, right? It seems like omega suffrage would be a fairly new thing (last 100 years or so), and that generally speaking omegas have the limited rights that American women had prior to women's lib/the advent of no fault divorce (and if you've already talked about this ahhhh don't mind me!)

And I just thought. That would be so delicious. An older omega rights activist (30s? older than reader!omega "Too old" by societal norms) , not super well known but pretty independent for an omega. and the US government can't just KILL them as much as they want to, (the FBI is like wym y not???:( so ooc for us ) so the CIA is like hey UK!!! heard about some omega shit you were doing. Need another one??? But don't look at that file too closely. Actually, you know what, just give the file back to us, you don't need it

Basically the exact opposite reason reader was chosen (military background, textbook good omega , genuinely trying their best to be a good omega vs civilian actively trying to cause a ruckus  who needs to be black bagged) and they know Ghost's reputation and his upbringing, on paper they see a man who will NOT take kindly to this mouthy omega, who will undoubtedly fight him on EVERYTHING, who will certainly hate the good omega the pack already has, so no one will be too concerned if Riley roughs them up a bit. if the omega dies during claiming wah wahhh so sad. but these things happen and now the Brits owe us a favor for killing a US citizen

Of course they don't take into account how much reader!omega has impacted the pack, who is already working on ways to make the new omega feel welcome and cared for, that Ghost would sooner kill himself than put himself in a position where he felt he was unsafe for (his) omega OR that Ghost would probably be really chuffed to have an omega that will stand toe to toe with him and who will be SO EXCITED at learning how to fight alphas. 

idk idk i just had fun thinking about it. reader!omega being very protective of New Packmate, doing things she wish had been done when she was first introduced to the pack (fluffy blanket shopping spree!!) lowkey being a wingman, baking brownies together, HAVING THEIR OWN GROUP CHAT ABOUT THE BOYS!! well i guess it's just a chat if there's only two in it but you get it

anyway thank you for sharing this wonderful world with us :)

(also: i was so scared about the new chapter bcos anxiety! i was worried the boys would just be harsh and angry for the dramatic tension but their reactions were believable and informed by what they've been learning about the realities of being an omega. and it was so well done, it made my heart hurt but the good way.)

Haha yeah, I was getting a ton and didn't want to overwhelm myself so I turned them off for a bit before Saturday since I knew I'd be getting many after I posted the chapter.

Ah yeah, that was an idea I had early on writing this fic. Something similar except Simon doesn't accept the first omega so Laswell sends in a second (the details and world are very different with a few similarities) for Simon and Johnny.

But this would be a good idea too!! Definitely would be some butting heads there and there would be a lot of struggles between them. Angst though. The angst would be chef's kiss

(Yeah, I tried to tone it down more from what it was originally going to be and honestly I made them nicer than they should have been, while also keeping it realistic still. John definitely was the most understanding because he understands why 'mega kept it a secret in the first place. I broke everyone's hearts this week. I can't promise I'm not gonna do it again next week)

[bibliophilicwitch]

Time for a Life Update

Long-time followers may remember my time struggling in retail which led to retail pharmacy. I worked for a Shopko pharmacy until Shopko went out of business and then a Kroger pharmacy that had purchased our profiles but was a brand new location. Opening a brand new pharmacy with existing profiles and staff that does not know the system is a heckin nightmare fyi. Right when our pharmacy was finding its stride the pandemic started and by the time we had reached our first vaccine season that would include the COVID vaccine as well, I was Over It. Our manager left about late spring and as we were heading into that dreaded vaccine season one of our techs got a job elsewhere and it was at that point that I opened up the internet to job hunt.

Y'all may also remember that I had worked for my public library since 2008, first as a page shelving materials, then at the circulation desk, and finally, as the adult program and volunteer coordinator which morphed into marketing and volunteer coordinator. I had spent about 10 years begging the library director for full-time hours so I could have more on-the-clock time to dedicate to my duties as well as to have benefits and not have to constantly juggle two jobs both physically and mentally, but the timing was never right. Around 2021 our City realized they had really messed up the budget and we still haven't recovered, so when I opened up the internet to hunt for an alternative to working in pharmacy (or general retail) and saw a full-time job as a marketing assistant and office manager for my City's destination management organization (convention and visitors bureau), I bit the bullet and applied.

When offered the position I chose to leave not only the retail pharmacy job that I was miserable at but also the library position that I was passionate about. Upon leaving I was told my position at the library was going to be frozen because of the budget, but shortly after, they ended up giving my hours to another part-time person making them full-time and requiring giving them benefits as well. This person had been working for the library a couple years longer than me and could also use the full-time hours, but it still hurt that it had essentially been a game of who will leave first so the hours can be juggled. (I continue to be bitter that the work I put into branding was thrown out the window by this person as well and the fact that their marketing material style does not fit the voice we had been building.)

I've been at my new job for almost two years. We have a board of directors in addition to myself and my executive director. He is a very chill person and we work very well together. It's wild to be encouraged to take an hour lunch after a working lunch or to go home and enjoy the rest of my birthday instead of working the whole day. We work very well together imo and, though the office building we lease with our local chamber has plenty of drama, we are very stress-free. I am not constantly stressed trying to herd cats to reach deadlines and I am financially stable with 9-5 work weeks leaving me with personal time.

That said, my landlord of 15 years sold our building so I have a new landlord. Currently, my new landlord has been pretty chill, but he did issue tenants a letter letting us know that we would likely see a rent increase in the new year and I happen to know my rent is about $100 less than the others and very low for the area. I have to pay for a yearly parking pass for a City lot. We have a single washer and dryer for four apartments and no change machine and I have lived over 15 years without HVAC or a dishwasher. If the rent goes up enough I will be looking into alternatives including the possibility of buying a house. This likely change will likely make me feel much less financially secure which sucks, but that's definitely life.

[hermitcrossovers]

School very much be a bitch, I'm agreeing with you there!

Anyway, the 3rd Life dragon riders AU!

I say 3rd Life but it's more like 3rd Life-centric, with Empires season 1 on the side, some very niche helsmit headcanons that could probably get my main blog revealed because of how niche they are, and the smallest amount of canon timeline fuckery :D

I'll focus on 3rd Life for the time being tho

Basically, it all starts with Dogwarts (well, Evo technically but Dogwarts start the main plot). It started with Martyn getting lost at sea after watching his island be destroyed and ending up on the Defenders of the Wing island! Ren quickly follows, as with Skizz. Etho takes longer (by a few months) but they arrive as well. BigB takes the longest to make it, as well as the longest to learn to trust.

The five of them are a close-nit group before long, spending their days adventuring into the woods and sailing around the island. They all came from places where exploration was a must, and it's weird to be contained.

So they leave. They only leave after come newcomers arrive, ones who ride dragons. BigB suddenly isn't alone in being a rider, and Cookie (his speed stinger) makes close friends with the new dragons. Etho wants to learn how to ride a dragon, as with Ren and Skizz. Martyn decides to help the rest of the crew explore the world and try to find the dragon riders from the Edge.

Things don't exactly go to plan, and they get shipwrecked on a (thankfully) friendly island. They decide to make an outpost there, because what else can they do except rebuild the boat?

It's during this stay that Etho and Skizz meet their dragons, a changewing and a triple stryke respectively. Dogwarts doesn't end up leaving, no matter how many times they say they will.

Enter Grian and Scar! Who misread the situation entirely!

You see, Grian, Jimmy, BigB, Martyn, and Pearl are the only survivors of the island of Evo. Grian escaped the Watchers, a group of dragon hunters, by the skin of his teeth. BigB and Pearl took longer, but they got out. Martyn and Jimmy were rushed away before the Watchers attacked. Ever since getting out, Grian has sworn to find his missing friends and protect them.

One day, Grian saw Martyn and BigB from a distance while flying on his sentinel named Watcher. He watched as the two of them attempted to outrun Skizz, who was training Gaze (his triple stryke) to track others. Grian thought that Dogwarts was keeping his friends captive, and didn't think to learn more.

Scar on the other hand, is deserving of Dogwart's wrath. You see, Scar had attempted to gather a bunch of crystals to sell, only to be stopped by Etho and Ren. Those 'crystals' were actually dragon eggs, something Scar didn't know about. Scat got away with one egg, a terrible terror that would soon be named Llama, on his flightmare named Vex.

So basically miscommunication starts a war of sorts. Nobody here has the braincell.

I'll explain more about the Flower Husbands/Hobbits and the Crastle-alinged individuals later, my hands are hurting a bit and the ask box is getting laggy - 🔮🐦(magic bird anon)

(oh and I didn't mention it yet, because it happens later in the plot which I still need to explain, but Ren's dragon is a scuttleclaw named Red Winter, and Martyn's dragon is a slithersong named Listener)

This is so heckin pog! Ok so pretty obssesed with everyone's dragon and also the idea of the Dogwarts gang travelling together is so cool!!!! I love that they're all fighting bc of miscommunication it's so in character!

Was the island of Evo destroyed or is it just left abandoned now that all the survivors have left? 👀👀

Curious abt my dear flowers husbands too 👀

-Mod Jer

[quinloki]

I was wondering if you could do Ace, Sabo and Koby(if not comfortable I understand, maybe Marco? Or someone of your choice if you'd like ^^)

I was wondering if you could do Begging, Dacryphilia, and cockwarming.

Thank youuuuu!!! I hope you have a lovely day <3!!

I did say over 18 and Koby is over 18. Plus that boy's glow up was something else. The only one I know of that tops it (heh, tops) is - in my opinion - Eustass Kid. Yeah, his pre-ts look was good and punk, but gods and demons he got so thicc.

Okay, my personal thirsts aside, let's get into this. And thank you anon for being preemptively okay with allowing me to pick someone else if I wasn't comfortable with Koby - I appreciate that kind of looking out from peeps <3

Dacryphilia is, I believe, the crying kink - not necessarily distress, but all aspects of it. Okay \o/ let's do this by Kink.

Begging:

Ace - Yes - He's not so sure about this at first, and he caves to your begging very quickly the first couple times, but after getting to think on it a bit he leans into it. How creative can you get? How bad do you want him to just rail you? It doesn't have to be verbal either, Ace is perfectly happy with you begging visually - from rubbing up against him, to holding yourself open.

He's a simple guy who appreciates simple pleasures, and he never makes you beg for too long.

Sabo - FUCK Yes - there's a bit of madness in this boy, and if you want to stoke those flames then he's not going to stop you. Sabo is a little unsure at first, but finds he really likes it. Visually, and verbally, and it's his job to make sure you're doing a good job, so he's constantly pushing you to beg better.

Certainly your vocabulary is large enough to get creative? Oh you kneel so prettily beneath him, but you're smart enough to be more enticing than that, aren't you? It's cute when you blush, like you're not literally begging for this, maybe if you beg well enough you'll be flushed all the way down to your chest.

Koby - Sure? - He might be canonically 18, but he's got slowburn vibes to me, and I think you'd be dating him at least two years before things progressed into a bedroom of any kind. (He's just so heckin' sweet), but once you get there you find he's open to trying pretty much anything. He's pretty solidly a switch, maybe leans a little more toward sub than dom, and top more than bottom, but he's here to learn and see you both satisfied by the end of it.

And he learns well. Koby is a smart, hard working, and dedicated student no matter the material or situation. Whether you're begging him, or he's begging you, the part that makes it good for him is knowing how it positively effects you.

Dacryphilia:

Ace - Yes mostly. - Ace doesn't want to see you sad or in heart-pain. He's okay with happy tears, he doesn't panic regardless of the tears, but once he adapts to you a little he has to admit he likes kissing away your tears, brushing them off your face and reassuring you, smiling with you, being in that emotion alongside you - whatever caused it - and dealing with it.

When you cry specifically because he's teasing you or overwhelming you with pleasure, he really likes those tears. He can't even really apologize for teasing you, there's just something about it that makes his heart thump a little harder.

Sabo - FUCK Yes - Please do cry for him. He doesn't want you crying because he's physically hurting you (he doesn't want you crying because he's legitimately mentally harming you either), but he does love when you cry. Maybe he bullied you, maybe the crop did it, maybe his hand did it, maybe he fucked those tears out of you. Whatever caused it there's just something about your tears that turns things up for him.

Now, if someone else causes you to cry that's entirely different. He's the only one allowed to make you cry, and certainly the one meant to soothe you afterward. Sabo's aftercare game is good too, so there's never anything that lingers poorly afterward.

Koby - No - Tears make Koby panic. Good tears, bad tears, he doesn't handle any of them well. Least of all when they're coming from you. If you cry when you're cumming it's going to take him some time to not panic when it happens - communication, obviously, is key.

Now on the flip side, Koby will let you bully him to tears. He doesn't mind crying for you and is closer to Sure on the subject. He's a little prone to tears anyway, so he's just glad you're not (legitimately) teasing him for it.

Cockwarming:

Ace - I guess - The lack of movement means Ace is prone to falling asleep with this particular kink. He's not against it, so long as you're not going to be mad if/when he falls asleep, but he also doesn't want to fall asleep when he's with you. He'd rather keep things moving so he keeps moving.

Sabo - Oh god you have no idea - He loves being buried deep inside you, and Sabo doesn't often get the chance to just stay still. He's in a busy position, so these moments are some of his favorite. There's so much bundled up into it for him as well - control, patience, will, teasing, pleasing, begging - it's the best when he can have you crying and begging for him to move, for him to let you move, when all your little shifts and twitches haven't been quite enough to tempt him.

You're so close to him the whole time. So touchable, so easy to caress, so delighted as his low voice slips softly into you - even and gentle and undeniably in control.

Koby - Yes - Surprisingly Yes. He almost never outlasts you, and sometimes he just ends up pinning you and taking you and it's about as aggressive as he gets. You teased him for his lack of will once because of it, and he had you begging and crying for him to move and he did. not. cave. He actually threatened to just leave you completely unsatisfied until you apologized.

I... huh.

Kind of broke my brain with that last sentence, that's all I got.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Field of Cormallen

And now, the comfort section of our hurt/comfort story

THE EAGLES ARE COMING! THE EAGLES ARE COMING!

Ooh, so interesting that when Sauron’s attention is turned away from his armies, they all falter. It’s like they’re all a little brainwashed and compelled outside their will.

Still love how poetically Tolkien describes a volcano erupting LOL

The response of the Men of Harad and Rhun is interesting. Some of them stand and fight, and it’s almost as if they have the same noble, against-all-odds courage that our heroes have all this time. Others run, and others throw down their weapons and ask for mercy. They’re not mindlessly terrified like the orcs and trolls, but try to do the smart and brave thing in their situation. I dunno. Kinda cool.

If Frodo and Sam hadn’t walked a little further down the mountain, Gwahir wouldn’t have found them; they would have been consumed by the fire. There’s something deep in there somewhere. Something about obedience making way for blessing.

And just in time, the Eagles bore them away…

AND THEN!! SAM WAKES UP!! IN ITHILIEN!!

And he thinks of the day he made that rabbit stew ;^;

AND THERE’S FRODO LYING NEXT TO HIM AND MISSING A FINGER

AND HE REALIZES IT WAS REAL

Wait, wait, wait, hold on—didn’t I say a long time ago that I headcanon Frodo as a side-sleeper?? Didn’t I draw him like that here and here???

IT HAPPENED AGAIN. I SUBCONSCIOUSLY REMEMBERED/ACCIDENTALLY PREDICTED THE BOOK AGAIN.

AND GANDALF IS BAAAAAAACK *happy crying*

“Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead myself. Is everything sad going to come untrue? What’s happened to the world?”

That line. That. Line. I can’t even begin to tell you how much that line has stuck with me throughout the years. One day death will be defeated, and everything sad will come untrue, and we will all rejoice in light and glory forever…

And Gandalf LAUGHS! And Sam CRIES! And then he LAUGHS TOO!

“How do I feel? Well, I don’t know how to say it. I feel, I feel—I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!”

Aaaaahhhhh it’s so beautifulllll TTuTT You said it plenty well, Sam.

Also the fact that he waves his arms when he can’t figure out what to say. Sam is so heckin’ cute. I love him. X-3

And then Frodo wakes up and HE LAUGHS!! AAAAAHHHH!! All the sad things, all the sad things, all the sad things coming untrue!!

I can’t help but feel like Sam’s stomach must have dropped to hear Gandalf start off with “the fourteenth of the new year”. Like “HANG ON—I’m pretty sure it was MARCH when we made it to Mordor. How long were we out?!?”

AND THEN!!! THEY HAD!!! A BAAAATH!!

It was very glossed-over and only mentioned in passing but THEY HAD A BATH!!

I TOLD YOU BATHS WERE IMPORTANT IN THIS STORY

Can you imagine how good it must feel to HECKIN’ BATHE after weeks of dust and dryness and your own stench? No water, no water, no water, and then suddenly MORE WATER THAN YOU COULD ASK FOR. Sit in it and soak until your fingers and toes get all wrinkly amounts of water. And soap that smells sweet like flowers, and now YOU smell clean and sweet; and the dirt and dust comes out of your hair, and it goes from oily and crusty and heavy to light and fluffy and springy, and the curls pop up again like flowers that just received a spring rain; and your wounds are cleaned, and your skin is soft, and you feel fresh and rejuvenated and ALIVE AGAIN and UGH it’s so good.

I’m forcing myself to go slow here and take in the beautiful description of the land as we go. Just the way that the topography of the place gave Frodo and Sam some privacy as they recovered, while still being open and beautiful to look at, and also hid from sight the armies amassed on the other side of a corridor through the forest—it’s all so lovely and magical and ALIVE. I heckin’ love it when the trees make a “hallway” with walls of trunks and a roof of leaves, and this is the most brilliant usage of it that I think I’ve ever seen (aside from the Treebeard chapter).

AND THEY SEE ARAGORN ON THE THRONE AHAHAHA

AND HE SITS THEM ON THE THRONE IN HIS PLACE!! They must look so tiny and adorable on it oh my WORD—

AND SAM!! GETS TO HEAR!! SOMEONE TELL THEIR STORY!! JUST LIKE HE ALWAYS WANTED! GOODBYE I AM GOING TO C R Y—

And now Frodo and Sam get to change into something nicer, good.

It’s interesting to see the hard line Frodo takes about being a pacifist now. I wonder what’s his thought process there…

And they get little crowns ;u; aaaaahhhh I’m gonna have so much fun drawing this—

Pippin being a self-satisfied little snot as usual ahahaha I love him X’-D

And now they get to sit and talk and catch up with their friends. Aaaahhh, it’s so cozy and nice ☺️

I love how Sam is most befuddled out of everything by Merry and Pippin’s heights, LOL! He’s just a simple lad at heart, after all, and sometimes it’s the closest things to home that are the most amazing and confusing.

Sam: “Can’t understand it at your age! But there it is: you’re three inches taller than you ought to be, or I’m a dwarf.” Gimli: “That you certainly are not.” 🤣🤣🤣

In which Gimli continues to be the Mom Friend. His whole speech to Pippin sounds strangely reminiscent of the “I was in labor with you for TWELVE HOURS” guilt trip that moms use on their kids.

In which Legolas details his career plans and then randomly bursts into song

Samwise Gamgee, who just helped to save the world: “Dang, wish I could’ve seen more oliphaunts.”

[forever-rogue]

If you're looking for Bucky requests, may I perhaps request something to do with Dad!Bucky? Like maybe he's surprised on how much his kid (I always see him with a daughter but that's just me) grabs onto his metal hand when they're walking or just gravitates towards it more than his flesh hand and he's always throwing major heart eyes whenever the child does this. 🥺

A/N: Dad!Bucky? Please I’m so heckin’ soft right now - no one touch me 🥺

Pairing: n/a

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

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"Daddy!" Bucky was pulled back into reality as he looked up from the ground. A small flock of pigeons had gathered around him as he fed them some seed. They were cooing and chirping happily at him and in some ways had become steadfast friends over the years. But when he looked up and found his daughter grinning and waving at him, his entire heart melted, "daddy! Come and catch me!"

Sofia displayed a gap-toothed grin,  her dark curls windswept and blue eyes wide and excited. She was his little clone in almost every single way. You'd told him that since the day she was born and, almost as if you had a sixth sense, you'd insisted that she would cling to him like glue. You'd been right. Very right.

He couldn’t help but grin as he watched her running around, attempting to catch some butterflies as Falcon, the beloved family dog, followed closely behind. You’d had him since before she was born and they were thick as thieves.  Quickly pulling out his phone, he made sure to snap a few photos of them to send to you before getting up and chasing after her. He was on solo-father duties today as you had a few things for work you had to attend to that day.

Of all the things in the world Bucky thought he would ever have, a family of his own was never one of them.

But as he ran after his daughter, making quick work of catching up to her little legs, and swooped her up in his arms, a wave of peace and calm washed over him. She squealed in delight as she tried to squirm out of his arms, Falcon barking happily at the two of them.

“I’ve got you, little monster,” he peppered gentle kisses over her face as she giggled and attempted to wrap her small arms around his neck, “so easily defeated, little one. One day you’ll be strong enough to fight me off.”

“I don’t want to, daddy,” she insisted as she snuggled against his chest, “I like when you hold me. Besides, my legs are getting tired.”

A lump welled up in his throat at her little declaration; in some ways he wished that Sofia would stay this young and carefree forever. But in others, he couldn’t wait for her to grow up and reach different milestones that he could help her grow through. He still struggled, here and there, with the idea that he was actually good and hoped in some ways that raising her would give him the chance to prove to the world he could do good. Perhaps it would prove it more to himself than anyone else, but that was beside the point. He just wanted to be a good father, just as he worked to be a good husband.

He already was - the best ever - you had consistently told him such. Nothing you’d ever done that had shown him otherwise. It was something he still found to be a miracle at times.

“That’s what happens when you’re a shrimp,” he laughed softly as he kissed the top of her head, “one day, you’ll be tall and running over me. But that’s a long time from now - want to get ice cream before we go home?”

“Yes,” she grinned and looked at him with wide, ocean blue eyes, “mommy said no ice cream though...she said I had too much when I went to Uncle Sam’s the other day.”

“Mommy isn’t here right now,” he put a finger up to his lips and whispered softly, “it’ll be our little secret, okay?”

“I thought secrets were bad, daddy!”

“Only when they hurt other people,” he slowly set her back down and smoothed out her wild curls, “we don’t keep important secrets to ourselves and we don’t do anything to hurt others, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Exactly - and us getting ice cream doesn’t hurt anyone,” he reminded her as the little girl nodded eagerly, “we’ll make sure to brush your teeth extra well and then we’ll bring some home for mommy too. She can’t be mad then, right?”

“She loves ice cream too,” Sofia insisted as Bucky laughed, “we can all get ice cream! Falcon too!”

“Maybe not Falcon,” Bucky into his jacket pocket and fished out Falcon’s leash before clipping it onto his collar, “he can’t eat the same food as us, baby. But we can stop and get him a special treat too at the pet store. We can do that first, get our ice cream, and walk home. Mommy should be back by then too.”

“Okay daddy,” as soon as he straightened back up, he held out his hand to her, expecting that she’d gravitate towards the warmth and gentleness his normal hand offered her. Instead, she reached for the black and gold vibranium of his left side and clung onto it without reservation. She held onto him as tightly as possible, giving him an expectant look with a happy smile.

In some ways, he shouldn’t have been surprised at all. She’d never, even as a baby or toddler, had shown any fear or hesitation when it came to his vibranium arm. When she was tiny, even smaller than she was now, she didn’t understand the difference. She just knew that daddy has a different arm, but she’s never questioned it or made any sort of situation out of it. Even when people would stare, whether they knew of his past or not, Sofia was never phased. In turn, it gave Bucky the confidence not to care either.

You’d started the process of slowly helping to get him comfortable with being who he was, not hiding from the world, and the small girl had aided as well. These days he was able to go out without fear or worry about how he looked. He wasn’t anyone or anything he was just...Bucky. Bucky the husband, Bucky the father, occasionally Bucky the sidekick to Capitan America. And it felt good. For once in his long life, he was just a normal man.

And frankly, that was all he had ever wanted. What a thought - the man that had been through hell and back, several times, and all he wanted was a quiet and peaceful life. It had been a long time coming, but now that he had it, he didn’t plan on ever letting it go.

“Daddy?” Sofia asked softly as she started walking and noticed he wasn’t coming, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he promised softly. Bucky squeezed her hand gently before taking a step forward with her and Falcon quickly matching his stride, “Sofia?”

“Yes?”

“How come you never ask about my arm?” if he didn’t ask, curiosity would kill the cat. Typical Bucky Barnes, he knew you would say, asking a mere child for an explanation of something much more complex than anyone of her age would understand.

“Your arm?” her little brows knitted together as she looked up and gave him a confused look.

“You have to have noticed it’s different,” he shrugged as they walked out of the park, “it’s metal - vibranium - no one else has one like it.”

“That’s okay, daddy,” she stopped and quickly turned his hand over in hers, tracing over the palm gently, “it’s pretty. And it’s okay to be different! Mommy always says that and you do too. It doesn’t matter what anyone looks like, as long as they have good hearts. Right? If you’re kind and nice, nothing else matters!”

“Yes,” he felt himself getting choked up again as she started to race along the sidewalk, attempting to pull him with her. Sage wisdom from a five-year-old, “you’re absolutely right. I love you, little monster.”

“I know! I love you too, daddy,” she grinned, “now hurry up before they run out of all the good ice cream!”

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[whumperooni]

l-lamb girls??? ahh, thats so heckin cute! uhmm Can we maybe have some more thoughts of cute lil lamb girls being diddled??? im a sucker for soft cute things bein stuffed and corrupted by some big bad villain! i feel like lamb girls would be similiar to bunny girls, but maybe a bit more timid and chaste? and oh god, the adorable lil bleats while being bred- i hbnnnnhh

You absolutely can have some more thoughts!!!!

I’m so happy that you all have taken to sweet lil lambgirls!!!!! I’ve gotten some good requests already and I’m ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ over them

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Let’s do this!!!!!

tags/warnings: dubcon/noncon, breeding kink

“Well, well, well- look at what we have here.”

A squeak leaves the girl and Dabi grins as the cowering thing curls in on herself, as she presses against the dirty wall of the alleyway.

You’re an awfully cute little thing to be skulking around an alleyway late at night. What the hell are you doing out here with your little sundress and cardigan, your fearful eyes and trembling hands, your flicking...ears?

Dabi’s brow raises as he watches the fluffy things twitch. His hands reach out before he even thinks of it and he grabs onto your ears, pinches them between his bony fingers and makes you squeal and squirm.

“What are these, huh? They’re awfully cute, doll. Hey- what the hell are you supposed to be, huh? Some kinda lil bear?”

Under your fear, confusion bubbles up and you whine softly as he shakes the ears, try to back away from him only to make him tug on them tighter.

“N-No, please. I-”

“So what the fuck are ya?” Dabi interrupts, pinching them again and crowding in closer to you, leering down with a grin that makes you quake. “C’mon, sweetheart, I just wanna know.”

He yanks on them and that’s when you let out a bleat- your whole body jerking and little tears wetting your lashes.

Ah, shit- now he knows what you are.

Well, ain’t that fucking cute.

“Aww, a little lamb,” he croons, thumbs rubbing in little circles along your ears. The whimper that you let out doesn’t escape him- nor does the way your eyes screw up and your cheeks flush, your teeth dig into your bottom lip. “Hey, what’re ya doin’ out here, lambchop? Didja get separated from your flock?”

“D- Don’t call me that,” you sniffle out, head trying to turn away from him. He pinches your ears to keep you in place and you whimper again, cower even more as he leans down until his face is right in front of yours, until he can perfectly see those cute tears beading along your lashes and threatening to slip down your cheeks. “Mister, please- I just- I just wanna go home.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” he agrees, voice dripping with faux-sympathy. He starts rubbing along your ears again- little circles with his thumbs that makes you squirm- and Dabi licks his lips when your thighs press together, when you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. “Aw, babe, I’m just messin’ with ya- no need to be such a crybaby.”

Your pretty little lips tremble and Dabi grins at that little wobble, squeezes your ears gently and runs them through the slits of his fingers. A weak shiver runs through you and Dabi hums appreciatively at the tiny, stuttered bleat that chokes out from your throat, the way you try to shrink away from him when he grabs onto your waist with one hand and goes back to fondling one of your ears with the other.

“Hey, do ya got a tail too? Bet it’s real cute.”

A squeal leaves you as he easily turns you around- you barely try to fight him off, can’t really do anything with those weak squirms and pathetic little jerks of yours. Dabi forces you around and you whimper when he whistles- little hands scrabbling at the rough brick of the wall and a fluffy tail greeting him. He grabs at it immediately and you cry out when he grips it tight- back arching and your ass sticking out toward him, quivering little sobs starting to break from you.

“Hey- I was right; it’s pretty cute, lambchop.”

“Mis- Mister, please! Please let me-”

Dabi lands a smack to your ass and the words die under a whine, your little tail shakes along with your rump. Dabi stifles a groan at the sight and he grinds against your ass, reaches up to fondle your twitching ears. There’s another little bleat that sounds and then a whimper- ears jerking underneath his fingers and your ass rubbing all along his cock as you squirm and try to get away from him.

Oh, no- he’s not about to let a tender little morsel like you get away.

“Hey, calm down- I’m not gonna fuckin’ hurt ya or anything.”

You only give a cute, pathetic little sob in response. It goes straight to his cock and Dabi licks his lips whenever you turn your head back to look at him- eyes bright with tears and cheeks flushed, wet lashes threatening to stick to your cheeks.

“Aw, darlin’,” he croons- mouth stretching with a grin, thumb massaging the fluffy mass of your ear and sending a tremble through you. “C’mon- I’m just playin’ with ya a little. Let me have some fun and I’ll let ya go, okay?”

“F- fun?”

“Yeah,” he tells you- gripping your tail again to mirror the way he plays with your ear. The tiniest bleat slips from your lips when he does and he nearly groans at the noise, presses tighter against your ass when you shiver. “Just a little fun, doll. Just a little fun and I’ll let ya go.”

“P-Promise?” you sniffle- lips wobbling with an upset pout, even more tears glistening and dripping from your lashes.

Aw, ain’t that adorable. You’re just the cutest little dipshit, aren’t you?

“Yeah, babe,” Dabi lies through his teeth- grin stretching wide enough to take up his whole place. “I promise.”

Another sniffle and your head bobs in a nod, your shoulders slump in dejection. Dabi almost laughs at it, but he just smacks your ass instead- makes you jerk and bleat before he pulls away.

If you were smart, you would have tried to run away when he did. But, no, you just cower like the frightened thing you are and rub at your eyes with loose fists.

Dabi grabs onto your wrist before the thought of fleeing enters your dumb little brain and he jerks you toward him, makes you follow after him on wobbly feet as he drags you out of the alley.

“W- what? M- Mister- where are you- I thought-”

“What? You want me to fuck you in the alley? Well, aren’t you eager.”

You squeak and shake your head frantically- eyes so wide and still so bright with tears. Dabi snorts and tugs you toward the hideout, grins whenever you whimper but don’t try to get away with more than a weak little pull of your arm.

“M-Mister, you didn’t say anything about- about-”

“About fucking? Oh, come on, lambchop- what kind of fun did you think I meant?”

“N-no! Please!”

Dabi ignores your pleading and your whines- just like all the people that he drags you past.

You try to grip onto the doorframe when he gets to the hideout, try to stop yourself from being pulled inside. It’s no use, though- he rips you from it with ease and makes you stumble into the hideout and into him. A panicked whimper leaves you and Dabi huffs at it, grips you by the hips and squeezes them so tight it has you wheezing.

“You better be good, sweetheart, or I might not let ya go.”

Fear has your eyes widening, another whimper sounding. You sniffle, head dropping, and Dabi yanks on your tail until you squeal and look back up at him- tears dripping down your flushed cheeks and body curling in on itself.

“Tell me you’ll be good,” he demands- grinning while you cower. “Tell me, little lamb.”

“I- I’ll be good! Mister, pl- please! I’ll be good!”

Yeah, of course you will.

Dabi grabs you by the wrist again and drags you past the bar and up the stairs- ignores whenever Twice pokes his head out of a room and gives him a curious little look. It’s only luck that keeps him from running into Toga and thank god for that- there’s no way he’d be able to keep the little freak from tearing you from him.

Whenever he gets to his room, he just scoops you up and tosses you on the bed. One of those cute little bleats leaves you as you land on the mattress and Dabi snorts whenever you bounce on the bed, whenever you scramble toward the corner of it and curl up, cower and shake like a leaf. He only has to grab you by the ankle and yank you toward him to get the tears flowing again and that’s enough to get him grinning, his cock throbbing. You’re so fucking weak and pathetic. It’s hot, makes him feel powerful as fuck. He likes it. Maybe he won’t let you leave after all. Dabi grabs your other ankle and drags you all the way to the end of the bed, kneels down and hooks your shaking legs over his shoulders. Your feet jerk against his back, kick and stutter against him as he whimpers. The thudding against him is so light and he barks a laugh at your ineffectual squirming, grins as he digs his fingers into your thighs. They’re so soft and he can’t help biting into the tender flesh, can’t help groaning whenever you shudder and whine. Your panties are just a little wet when he buries his face into your crotch and Dabi grins at that, pushes his hands up until he can rip them off, push your dress up over your twitching hips. “Lambchop,” he sneers, “you’re wet. What- do you like this? Like being eaten up by a big bad wolf? Is that why you were sulkin’ around the alley? You little slut.” “N- no! I- I’m not! I don’t- I don’t-” A swipe of his tongue through your folds has your squeaky protest dying, a whimpering whine leaving you. Your hips buck against his face when he flicks his tongue over your clit and Dabi grunts as your tail twitches under his chin, beats against him. Your little cunt is tight when he works a finger inside and your cry is cute- shivering and upset and high pitched. Dabi digs his fingers into your thigh as he forces another finger into your little hole and you sob- cushy insides squeezing around his digits and trying to push him out as you whine and squirm. A bleat leaves you whenever he curls his fingers and, for a second, it seems like the bucking of your hips is less out of fear and trying to get away and more like you’re trying to get him even deeper. Dabi groans at the thought and he dips his head to swirl his tongue along your clit, pumps his fingers and gets your thighs shaking over his shoulders. Your cunt pulses around him again and he laps at the beads of juice that are starting to slip out around his fingers, scratches over your hip to make you whine and jerk from him. “M- Mister, please! That- that hurts!” Yeah, no shit. Dabi lifts his head so he can take in your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, the shallow panting that makes your chest move in stuttering little motions. A whimper leaves you when he leans over you and he grins when your cunt tightens as your legs are forced against your chest, when you squeeze your eyes shut and your fingers curl into the covers. “And does this hurt?” he sneers, thumbing across your clit and curling his fingers again. You whimper and your cheeks flush darker, your pussy throbs around him. “C’mon- does it hurt? Tell me it hurts.” “It- it hurts!” “Liar.” You sob and Dabi’s grin grows as shame washes over you, as you try to curl up and away from him. It’s useless, of course, and Dabi leans closer to you, makes you mewl and bleat whenever his fingers grab onto one of your fluffy ears, rubs tiny circles along it. You bleat, again, and he feels you get more wet, feels your cunt tighten down on his fingers. He knew that would get you going. How fucking cute and pathetic. “Aw, you like that, little lamb?” he taunts. “You’re such a little whore- what kinda slut gets off to this?” “I’m not- I’m not- oh!” Dabi snorts as you moan and he takes a moment to slip a third finger inside of your tight cunt, snarls a little when he feels your cunt start to clamp down on him and flutter. “Did you just fucking come?” He doesn’t get an answer from you- all you do is whine and hide your face in your hands, sob as your shoulders shake. Dabi wrenches his fingers from your drooling cunt and he sticks them in his mouth, sucks off your shameful juices and looks over you with a smirk. He could just eat you up. “Roll over.” You shake your head, whimpering, and Dabi rolls his eyes, grabs onto your sundress and tugs on it until the buttons pop off and he can get an eyeful of your teats. “Well, shit, these are cute.” He doesn’t mean to mumble it, but he doesn’t really care that he does. His tongue runs over his lips and he grabs onto your tits, gives them a squeeze that has you whining and squirming. It doesn’t escape his attention that your ears twitch and it doesn’t escape his attention either that your cheeks flush darker, that your back arches just a little into his touch. You really do like this, don’t you? What a dirty little lamb. Dabi pinches your nipples and gets you gasping, your hands fisting the covers again. You don’t fight him when he flips you over- don’t do much more than whimper and bury your face in the covers with a sniveling whine. Dabi pushes your dress back up and he eyes your ass for a moment- appreciating the soft, unmarked flesh. A hard smack to it has it reddening and he laughs as you cry out, scrabble up the bed as pain shoots through you. Your next cry is even louder and Dabi grins as he drags you back by the the tail, lays another smack on you and gets you shaking. Your tail twitches in his grasp and he squeezes it hard before letting it go, grabs onto your cheeks and spreads you apart so he can get a look at your glistening cunt, your puckered little hole. He thinks about wrecking your ass, but dismisses it- he can always do it later; right now he just wants to feel your snug little cunt swallow his cock. “Aw, babe, you’re so wet for me.” “N- no- I’m not!” Your teary little lie is so cute, pathetic- he fucking loves it. Dabi grins as he takes his cock out, bites into his lip as he strokes over himself. Your tail shakes along with your body and you whimper whenever he rocks against your wet cunt, choke out a whine when he reaches to grab onto your ears again, fondle them. A tiny bleat sounds as he grinds against you and Dabi sneers over how easy it is to make your hips buck against him, how wet his cock gets when it slides through your folds. You’re really just a weak little whore, aren’t you? A dumb little baby that can’t help but submit to the mean, mean man and your cowering prey instincts. His dick slides into you with ease and Dabi grunts as you bleat and squirm underneath him, as your cunt squeezes around him. You’re still so fucking tight, but you’re wet too- soaked and hot, snug and sweet with your bleats and your twitching tail. “Fuck- you like this, don’t ya?” Dabi groans, fucking his cock deeper into you, squeezing your ears and making you bleat even louder. “You like this big cock fillin’ up your little lambcunt, don’t ya?” “N- no! You’re- you’re too big! It’s too much! Mister, please-” “Fuck, yeah- keep callin’ me that. Keep squeezin’ my cock, whore.” A smack to your ass and you’re left whining, clamping down on him even as you stutter out little pleas and protests. Dabi groans as his cock sinks in to the hilt, groans as your gummy and pulsing pussy squeezes around him like its trying to milk him dry. It wants him to fill you up, he knows- it wants him to breed your little lambcunt even if you beg him to pull out, to stop and let you go. Yeah, there’s no way that’s happening. Dabi grunts and he fucks into you- your cunt squelching and his balls slapping against you, a weak whine leaving you whenever he hunches over you and curls his fingers into your hair and grinds your face into the covers. “Fuck, this cunt,” he growls out. “You’re so fucking tight. Goddamn cocksleeve, fuckin’ little slut.” “Mister! Mister, please!” It sounds like you’re mewling now- muffled little whines cut up with bleats and moans, punctuated with squeezes around his cock. He hisses as you start to spasm around his dick, growls whenever your hips arch back against him and he gets even deeper into your snug little cunt. You cry out when he bites into your neck- seize up and then go limp against the bed, tremble with tiny little bleats that only make him fuck into your creaming pussy even harder. “Oh! Oh! Mister!” “Fuck, yeah- keep begging, baby. Tell me how much you like it.” A whimper and a shake of your head, a loud bleat and whine whenever he rains a smack on your ass. “Tell me, you stupid slut. C’mon- I can feel ya gripping me. Already felt you come.” “N- no! No, please-” Dabi grabs onto your tail and yanks it hard, gets you gasping and crying out a reedy keen that has him groaning. He tugs on your tail harder and you sob, shake as your whole body tightens and your nails claw over his sheets. “Tell me.” “I- I like it! I like it! Please stop-” Dabi moans and he lets go of your tail to grab onto your twitching hips, grunts as he fucks into you harder and faster and makes you bleat over and over again. “Gonna breed this lil lambcunt. Gonna- fuck- gonna fill ya up.” “No! Don’t-” Too late. Dabi comes with a groan and he keeps your hips pulled tight against him, doesn’t let you escape as he shoots his seed deep inside of your cunt and humps it into your womb. He can’t hear your sobs as he pants and just grins as you shake underneath him, hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek that makes you whimper and sniffle. The sight of his come dripping from your cunt whenever he slips out is the best damn thing that he’s seen in a long time and Dabi eyes your oozing pussy with a sense of satisfaction, gathers up his sticky white seed with his fingers and stuffs it back inside of you. One last tiny bleat and then you collapse on the bed fully- trembling and crying, flushed and whimpering. You don’t try to get away from him when he crawls over you and you don’t do more than snivel when he forces his lips against yours- your own moving with uncertain little presses that makes him snort whenever he pulls back. “C- Can I go now?” you whine out- voice thick with tears and exhaustion, shame. “M- Mister, please- you said...” “I don’t remember saying shit,” Dabi grunts, reaching over for his cigarettes and grinning whenever your eyes widen in fear. “N- no! You said- please-” Dabi ignores you as he lights up and takes a drag, huffs whenever your lips tremble and you weakly try to squirm out from underneath him. His hand grabbing your jaw has you stilling and a squeeze to it has you squealing- lashes dripping tears again and your body quaking in horror. “Nah, I don’t think you’re goin’ anywhere,” he tells you. “Think I like fuckin’ you too much, lambchop.” “But- but-” “But- but-,” Dabi mocks, leering as you whine and sob. You flinch when he squeezes your jaw again, whimper when he smacks your cheek. “C’mon, don’t be such a crybaby. I know you liked it.” “I didn’t-” “You did,” he huffs. “I felt you come on my cock. I know your little cunt liked being fucked and filled up by me.” Your head drops in shame and Dabi coos as you start to really cry, brushes your tears away with a mocking sweetness that only makes you sob harder. “Make me come again and I might let you go,” he tells you, fingers threading through your hair and gripping onto an ear again, rubbing them until you whimper and a strangled bleat sounds in your throat. “You can do that, can’t ya?” You bite your lip and Dabi knows you’ve resigned yourself to that with the way your shoulders slump, knows that he’s gonna have you creaming along his cock again. You’re so easy and simple and weak- he can string you along until you’re broken, until you’re made into a begging little slut for him. “P- promise?” Dabi’s lips stretch with a grin and he nods, watches as you sniffle and swipe away your tears. “Yeah, babe, I promise.” Another sniffle and then you nod- lips trembling with a pout and face so sulky and cute as you soak in the obvious lie. Fuckin’ idiot. Dabi moves to lean back against the pillows and he watches as you crawl between his legs, watches as your little ears twitch and your tongue peeks out to lick a tentative stripe along his cock. You shudder whenever he curls his fingers into your hair, but you part your lips when he forces you closer to his cock and Dabi grins as he smokes and looks down at you. Yeah, he’s not going to let you go. He’s not going to ever let you go. Dabi hums as you slowly swallow him down and he smirks when you shiver as his fingers rub along your ear, when a muffled bleat sounds along his cock.

[iguessitsjustme]

All the Liquors - Eps 1 & 2 Drunk Thoughts

Here me out. I’m gonna get drunk while watching this show that heavily features and see what that does to the experience. For science. Also to get rid of some of my wine. I am but one tiny person who barely drinks. Why do I have so much wine? Also I am writing this little intro before actually getting drunk and watching. I need to make sure that at least part of this is coherent. Though I will let y’all in on a little secret, people have a hard time knowing when I’m drunk texting because I proofread everything I ever type so much due to my perfectionism. I’m trying to be better about it though so who knows what’s going to happen. Drunk thoughts start now:

-I’m now inebriated and I have my honey roasted cashews. Time to goooooooooooooooooo

-They are festive. Look at them.

-Sitting closer to the tv just means I need to turn down the brightness it does not helpful for reading the captions. Who designed this I want words.

-Ew a break up. Who would break up with that little cutie. Look at that face. Don’t worry baby you’ll find better. Look at you and how sweet you are. Come here, I’ll give you some wine and ice cream - I HAVE ICE CREAM. What a wonderful drunken revelation.

-Who goes to a cafe for beer? That looks like a place that serves cafe. Wait no. Coffee.

-He’s using his breakup as an excuse to drink and it turns out, so am I. Using his breakup I mean. I haven’t broken up with anyone. The day I stop being single is the day the world breaks out into another crisis. I’m not saying it’s related but the last time I got a serious boyfriend, covid struck. 

-Those are the tiniest trash bags I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Maybe my back wouldn’t hurt so bad if my trash bags were that small. It is a hike to my dumpsters. I gotta walk through a restaurant

-These people just be fallin in these shows.

-Aw they provided him a safe place to be passed out. There’s a reason I only drink at home.

-THEY’RE ALL CUTIES

-”Is he pure or dumb?” you know I get that question a lot.

-He got really angry for someone asking about alcohol. Though he makes a good point. My dude did just pass out drunk and then immediately ask for more. My guy, methinks you might have a problem.

-Why these girls so mean? If they didn’t have that stick up their ass they’d be so pretty. Look at them being so pretty. Pretty and petty. I love the way he handled them though. Like y’all it’s so easy to just go somewhere else that can accommodate you. Good god.

-Why does everyone and their brother want this man to provide them alcohol? Just order what’s on the menu.

-Oh what a heckin dick. She’s just going to post that she ignored the restaurant’s policies and blame it on the restaurant? She’s no longer pretty in the slightest. Go get drunk elsewhere you absolute dillwank. There are other restaurants in Korea.

-I’m actually obsessed with this opening. I love it so much. Cannot explain.

-Starting episode 2 now. And you know. I’m starting to think this boy might have a problem. Wait I think I might have said that earlier.

-Chef: ”I’m going to quit cooking.” Me: “You’re going to stop cooking? How you gonna eat?...oh wait.”

-This show was right. All the liquors. One day I will try soju. It’s on my list of alcohols to try. I don’t have very many on the list. Anyone care to guess my favorite liquor? It’s rum. But only because I don’t think sake counts as liquor. But I’m not all that knowledgeable about alcohol.

-This show from the tsundere chefs perspective is WILD. This man shows up drunk, passes out, wakes up and asks for food and more liquor, then shows up again later with armfulls of alcohol.

-I need someone to come bring me food. Someone come bring me food please. In exchange I will give you…an unhinged and chaotic personality and also show you my favorite shows.

-OH MY GOD IT’S COME FULL CIRCLE. His friend is telling him to ask that chef.

-I cannot express enough how much I need that man’s cardigan. I need it more than words can express.

-I’m not wearing my glasses and for a second I thought that said “Restaurant Good.” Would you believe I’ve been to a restaurant called Good before? And that it is, in fact, good. They weren’t just saying shit. Delicious. Now I want to go back but it’s too far.

-Cuties ABOUND.

-But whyyyy does he not want alcohol? I mean I get it and I respect his decision. But his love interest is currently an alcoholic. 

-OH MY GOD HIS ARM. HE OKAY????????

[deepspacedukat]

Pssst. You should totally list all the characters you want to bite or nibble. Definitely 1528628162191610% mandatory at this point.

Instead of actually watching enterprise I am instead watching Shran clips on YouTube and I want to know the KMFHK for the Andorians if you’re willing to do it because I am having feelings for side characters again. I am challenging myself not to and I am completely failing. It’s not my fault I like to squish them like the moldable erasers they sell at the art store.

-Horta-in-Charge

Oh lord. All the characters I want to nibble? That's quite a heckin' list. Your wish is my command, friend! These are in no particular order, but I did try to categorize them.

Nibble (gently, barely harder than a kiss, tenderly):

Data, Picard, Geordi, Julian Bashir, Krem, Uhura, Kirk, Trip

Bite (affectionately/in a much more overtly sexual manner):

Spock, Shran, Dukat, Q, Jadzia, Kira, Solok, Vorik, Taurik, Tuvok, Janeway, Chakotay, Damar, Weyoun, Garak, Mirror!Brunt, Keevan, Yelgrun, Macet, Madred, Daro, Lemec, Tebok, Boheeka, Tekeny Ghemor, Ortegas, La’an Noonien-Singh, Hemmer, Pike

Bite (aggressively and in a derogatory manner - think angry dog):

Captain Jellico, Kai Winn, Brunt, Tolaris, Admiral Nechayev, Admiral Ross, All of the Founders except Odo, 

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As for the Andorians *cracks knuckles* Here we go. Gonna include the Aenar, because there aren’t too many named Andorians to begin with:

Fuck:

- Talas (ENT) - She could step on me and I’d thank her.

- Telev (ENT) - We see him for like a single minute in “Cease Fire” but he’s played by Christopher Shea, so I’d go there in a heartbeat. And he’s a Captain, so he could v much order me around.

Marry:

- Thy’lek Shran (ENT) - ...I mean, the reason’s obvious, isn’t it? Daddy

- Hemmer (SNW) - I love him, your honor.

Kiss:

- Keval (ENT) - A lil makeout wouldn’t hurt, and he’s pretty...

- Thon (ENT) - Same reasoning as Keval.

- Jhamel (ENT) - I’d like to specify that this would be a forehead kiss because she’s a sweetheart and she’s very brave and she’s been through a lot.

Hug:

- Gareb (ENT) - The poor guy deserved better.

- Lissan (ENT) - Idk why, but she seems as though she’d give good hugs.

Kill:

- Tholos (ENT) - He’s the one who made that SA remark toward T’Pol. Rest in pieces.

- Tarah (ENT) - Might be a bit biased, but she basically betrayed Shran so... Rest in pieces.

[inkdemonapologist]

Tfw it’s like 6am and your penpal shows up at your hotel room but he’s like partially a demon and also won’t stop smiling????

Hi again Allison we’re all Very Normal

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

ANYWAY HAVE SOME, OUT-OF-CONTEXT QUOTES for Session 6!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] You said you were there for... inSPECTION?? [Jack] In hindsight, that must've been a HECK of a Fast Talk considering half the group is in pyjamas.

[Henry] It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to sacrifice Henry.

[GM] *about Sammy's sacrifice attempts* He was very polite about it. [Sammy] Yeah, he was! [Henry] He was very polite, he gets points for politeness. [GM] And then he got yelled at, so unfairly! By someone. [Sammy] And then melted! So everyone was on the whole very rude about it. It's your own fault he's like this now.

[GM] We'll say it's ajar, how about that? [Joey] Oh, I thought it was a door.

[Sammy] You can spend Luck!! [Jack] Do I want to use Luck points, though? Here's the problem, I'm the person who finishes the JRPG with twelve thousand healing items, and has used TWO. [Sammy] Here's my counterargument: if your Luck gets really low, you start failing Luck checks, and bad things happen to your character. [Jack] ...that's a perfect counterargument, I'm going to do it.

[GM] You both spot the hat with the press card! Lying on the floor, over by one corner of the sliding doors. [Jack] Oh that's BETTER than taking sanity damage! [Sammy] EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!

[Joey] There's another jug of space juice. [Sammy] I don't want space juice!! I WANT PAINT.

[Henry] *tired* Hey, Sam. [Sammy] What providence, my little sheep! [Henry] ...Good to see you too.

[Sammy] Go into the other room and introduce yourself! [Joey] With two hats on. [Sammy] ASSERT DOMINANCE!

[Jack] Jack is going to take the hat. He's going to have, uh, at least one emotion. [Jack] Maybe more [Jack] Imagine

[Joey] Joey is immediately going to clamp his hand onto Sammy's shoulder, and ask him if he can feel it. [Sammy] UHHH? His... hand...? [Joey] Not-- No, the stone. [Sammy] OH

[Jack] Jack, how are you going to communicate this if one of your hands is taken up by a hat? [Joey] Interpretative dance! [Sammy] Put hat in elbow while writing, you can juggle stuff, [Henry] Put the hat on. Over your other hat.

[Sammy] Sammy will scurry with or without the sheep, but they are his navigation system, so,

[Joey] That is a place we are known to be by the people who tried to... murder us?? Or something. Snake us??????? [Jack] (Snurder.) [Joey] Snurder us.

[Henry] We're just gonna grab our stuff and head out and... let you finish dealing with the sNAKE, I guess!! [Jack] (the snake has already been dealt with!) [Henry] Okay, but the aftermath of the snake! The snaftermath.

[Sammy] In case we get grabbed by an Angel [Sammy] the much less well-liked sequel to Touched by an Angel,

[Sammy] You traitorous sheep, this is not what I asked you for! [Joey] Do you want to die. Is that what you’re interested in?! Just, sacrificing yourself, without doing the proper rituals, not getting anything done--?! [Sammy] What do you know of proper rituals?! [GM] (....quite a lot, actually,) [Joey] Yeah! Much more than you do! And I will make an intimidation roll! [Jack] Boys,... you’re both pretty,... it’s okay....

[Joey] We’re pretty sure there’s Angels.... does she know how to kill them. [Jack] What a first thing to—! No pleasantries, no “please excuse the fact that I’m grinning and have weird eyes and also Sammy has weird eyes and also I have a tail,”

[GM, speaking for Allison] She would like to know what all this is about! [Joey] We’re having problems— [Sammy] He tried to contain something that should not be contained!! [Joey] Shut up, Sammy! We’re having problems!

[Joey] Joey is just going to quickly explain that he.................... [Joey] *mumbling to himself* how do you explain this???

[Joey] Um... I guess he’s going to mentally ping Bendy and ask him how he would describe himself? Like... what was his job, I guess?? Security??? [GM] Bendy says that he’s an eldritch construct that was defending a cult... and now he is something else! That he doesn’t have a word for. [Jack] !! He’s a FRIEND now!!! [GM] He’s friend-shaped! But not at the moment. [Joey] No, right now he’s Joey-shaped.

[Sammy] I mean the whole body is garbage but you apparently want Sammy to wear clothes, so whatever.

[GM] Allison adds that she thinks she might have a connection to get you guys in to the party, if you need that -- [Joey] Wouldn't hurt! [GM] -- so long as you don't mind pretending to be the help! [Joey] ...hm,,,

[Joey] Admittedly, having two angles would be better than one. [GM] Two angels, what? [Sammy] There's an "I can be your angle or yuor devil" joke somewhere in this campaign...

[Sammy] Well, we've learned how to bind an angel, [Jack] Gotta teach the angel proper binding techniques!

[Sammy] Sammy will thank Allison for her help. [Joey] Oh god, there IS something wrong with him!

[Joey] Let's go get Norman tied up in this more! So we can hire him later!!

[Sammy] Jack over there like "I hope it doesn't taste bad" meanwhile Sammy's been grimacing as he swallows paint for the last two hours, [GM] Ink is much better, didn't you know! [Sammy] Ink is better... this tastes wrong... [Joey] I just really love the idea of Sammy longingly looking at Joey's flask like, "aw, you have the good medicine, mine tastes like the terrible cherry crap!"

[GM] So you all have shots with Allison! Space juice shots. [Jack] What a way to start the morning!

[Jack] These boys are gonna heckin' pass out! [GM] They got, what, maybe 3 hours of sleep? [Jack] And all of Jack's sleep last night was sat upright in bed, with his glasses on, surrounded by notes, [Henry] sounds like college [Jack] You're exactly right, Jack's sleep was exactly like college! He was stressed, he didn't sleep for very long, he was surrounded by notes, Pete was there,

[Joey] *saying farewell to Allison* Keep yourself safe; don't go out where we're going. [Joey] Unless we don't return, then pLEASE COME OUT AND FIND US,

[GM] Norman says, "Oh, I see you're back with your friends, Smiley." [Jack] I love the concept of Norman calling Sammy "Smiley," and then Prophet Sammy, in response to this, smiles, and Norman has no idea if this is like, weird? or some kind of strange power move to assert dominance.

[GM, as Norman] When I said I saw things happening on the 2nd, you're the one that went pale! [Joey] How's Prophet Sammy's cONCEPT OF TIME, [Sammy] Not great!!!! [Sammy] I don't think he... knows when the 2nd was.

[Sammy] Forgive my memory. That doesn’t ring a bell! [Joey] He's... a little affected right now. [Norman] ...you don't say...

[Joey] Listen. I have $75 here for you, to take us out to the lake, as soon as possible. [a couple minutes of googling later] [Jack] That's equivalent to $1,464. Joey. [Sammy] CAN YOU IMAGINE?? "We need you to take us to the lake please" "Alright, but explain to me what's going on?" "SORRY, the guy who said that is clearly HIGH OUT OF HIS MIND, here's A THOUSAND DOLLARS, take us to the lake please!" [Jack] its a trip to the lake, what could it cost, $75 [Joey] *laughing* I should've looked up how much money I was saying before I was saying it, [Sammy] No, no, I think this is accurate to JOEY DREW

[Henry] Henry is just watching everything happening... [Sammy] Henry is waiting for the next video game breadcrumb trail to show up. [Henry] YEAH, [Jack] “Oh! Looks like I need to put three gears in this thing!”

[Sammy] I'm so angry on Sammy's behalf that you've made him meet two different people like this.

[Joey] If he does ask for money later, Joey's going to give it to him, because he has no concept of.... money.... [Sammy] No concept of GIVING OUT ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS [Jack] Can Joey Drew meet me, in real life, please? [Joey] I don't know if you want that to happen,, that might be more of a curse,,, [Jack] I'll take a curse! Gimme money! [Sammy] vOICE OF EVERY JDS EMPLOYEE

[GM] And you've got suits, and dress shoes...... [Sammy] We are not dressed for this. [Sammy] ...We are more dressed for it than we were earlier. I promise you, Norman, this is a step up, believe it or not.

[Sammy] Probably making a face because it tastes bad. [Henry] Tastes like paint! [GM] The cab driver might just wonder if that's a new drink this year. [Sammy] If nobody jumped on top of Sammy to stop him from using his mouth, he would probably say something with vibes of "this is beyond your comprehension" [Joey] Joey might try to stop that, and instead just be like, “Yes. It is.” [Henry] He's high. Don't worry about it. [Jack] Driver's just like "oh, I should try some of that when I get off work, seems like a good time!" [Sammy] You should! It'll open your eyes! [Sammy] (I'll stop evangelising the cab driver now.)

[Henry] Henry is: Sims Tense Moodlet.

[Joey] Joey instantly does not like this, and it is apparent on his face, if Sammy can see it in the mist. [Sammy] Probably not! [Jack] You could say he mist it!

[Henry] We need to hurry—! [Sammy] *screaming* THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING!!!!!!

[Sammy] Sammy will be, sort of... whispering reassurance? I don't know how reassuring it actually is, [Henry] I'm sorry Sam, nothing about you is reassuring right now. [Sammy] Just kind of like, hush hush, come my sheep, that sort of thing, [Joey] Prophet ASMR Channel! [Jack] I'm sure Jack would appreciate this actually, it's a shame he's not the one getting this, [Joey] No, he's getting whatever comfort Joey can offer, which, uh, [Sammy] Well, and I will say, he's not like, whispering it in Henry's ear, like-- [Jack] I don't think Sammy in any form is capable of whispering. [Sammy] ...y'know [Sammy] that's fair

[Sammy] Well everyone's doing alright! We're doing great, it's going great! [Jack] Nooooo! No going great! I want more insanities! [Jack] ...I can stop at any time, I swear.

[Sammy] We can hold Norman's hand if you want, like, that's up to you. [Joey] Roll for gay, Norman! [Henry] Take him to dinner first,

[Sammy] This is such a bad idea that we're having.

[Joey] Joey is probably at this point holding onto someone else to guide him, and more in his head than not. [Sammy] Sammy's out of hands at this point, Joey, so you'll just have to figure this out. [Sammy] Got his hands full of sheep.

[Joey] Did Norman drink the juice. [GM] Did he...? Did he...... I think he was convinced enough by “this drink will save your life” that he does take a drink! [Joey] I'll roll intimidation if that helps! [GM] Yeah, you can roll to see how quickly he does it, or if he drinks enough of it. [Joey] *rolls* That's an EXTREME SUCCESS. [GM] Well, there we go; there's a preview, Norman, of your work environment!

[bloo-the-dragon]

Glamrock Freddy for character thing?

Papa bear!!

First impression:

Visually, i really liked the new design for him! The previous versions were ok never really thought much about it but the glamrock version just works for me! Maybe it’s cos he has actual fangs this time or maybe its because he’s colourful and i like colourful things maybe a mix of those but either way yeah my first thought on seeing his new design was ‘oh heck ye!’

Now as for Freddy as a character, when i first heard him talk i instantly knew he was going to be a gentle giant, his voice was so SOOTHING and he had such a gentle demeanor and i instantly thought ‘oh yeah this guys gonna be a dad’ especially when Gregory came into the picture xD

So first impression was visually - love it! Character - i predict this will be a new fandom dad figure.

I was not wrong.

Impression now:

PAPA BEAR PAPA BEAR PAPA BEAR PAPA BEAR PAPA-

PROTECT HIM!! I love him. I love the dad energy he radiates and how KIND HE IS and how he wants to help this poor lost child and the way he panicked when he learned Gregory was in his chest compartment because he didn’t want him to get hurt and he goes against his programming to not tell Vannessa that he knows where Gregory is or that he is helping him because he believes what Gregory is telling him which is a BIG THING because adults so often don’t listen to kids but Freddy does he listens and wants to help and just AHHH-

And the way he calls Gregory his superstar?? Like he straight up gave this boy a father/son nickname (like the equivalent of a dad referring to his son as sport or something) and Gregory just GOES WITH IT he never questions it and also how sad Freddy sounds when Gregory is displeased with the mr hippo magnet free gift like how a parent might sound when they’re trying to bond with their kid and it goes wrong like HE’S TRYING BLESS HIM AND JUST AHH-

He’s peak character and i love him.

Favorite moment:

Gotta go with the same as my answer for Gregory here and say all the good endings cutscenes! The good ending with Vanessa especially tho because it has such good found family potential and i LOVE SO MUCH the idea that Vanessa fixes up Freddy and they both adopt Gregory it’s so wholesome and makes me cry everytime because YES!!!!

Idea for a story:

Once again, pretty much the same as my Gregory answer which i’ll just copy and paste here to save me having to basically retype the same answer xD

‘Boi i could think for days on how i’d give this boy a family with Freddy and Vanessa as the parental figures and Sun and Moon being there too as the gremlin/funky jester uncles or psuedo-parents (local orphan adopts parenal figures more at ten-) but i’ve seen so many good au’s of people doing just that already and my soul is satisfied and my heart is complete because of it!

But even so i might poke around a bit with some art of my own with it one day who knows. ~’

Unpopular opinion:

Once again, i have no idea how unpopular this opinion actually is, but i’m not really on board with the idea of Freddy having the soul of Michael (William Afton’s son) within him. :’D Not because i dislike Michael, but i just feel like his story was pretty much concluded with the end of Fnaf 6. Even Glitchtrap/Burntrap i don’t think is actually William himself, but just a corrupted code formed from his evil intentions (think Demise’s Curse from the Legend of Zelda series - Demise is long gone, but his influence lives on in the reincarnations of Ganon)

Favorite relationship :

Boi do you even have to ask x’D

Once again my answer from the previous prompt with Gregory feels pretty fitting here:

‘Hands down, 100% the parent/child relationship he has with Freddy! It kind of speaks for itself, but it is just so heckin wholesome!! And i love?? How Freddy is just like… i guess i’m dad now, and HECKIN GOES WITH IT!! AND GREGORY IS JUST ‘I’VE KNOWN FREDDY FOR 2 AND A HALF MINUTES AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM I WILL TORCH THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND’ AND HOW FREDDY CALLS HIM SUPERSTAR AND- *SCREAMS*

So yeah i love their dynamic a lot.‘

Favorite headcanon:

Apologies for all these repeat answers LOL but once again it’s the same as the Idea for a Story section xD

I’m weak for found family and this fandom has really provided for it LOL

[ziracona]

T2 was okay and it could have been really good—had some real moments. But it needed more script iterations, and it was too goofy. Goofy is fine in general, but Terminator works best as a sci-fi action-drama-horror mesh. That’s the peak atmosphere. Also just, they gave their new Terminator scary powers to keep him relevant, but there’s just...no way to really make anyone on screen look like a threat to Arnold Schwarzenegger you know? And they never overcame that and it throws off the whole underdog atmosphere. He just. Wasn’t scary. Not when he was trying to kill heckin Arnold the brick house.

I’m not gonna talk about T3 bc I feel like I don’t need to and I think I have a lot of support for that in the fandom, and I’m not gonna talk any Genysis bc no one ever should, and I know I have support there.

Dark Fate was fine, but I felt like they really didn’t have to kill off their Kyle expy like at this point the surprising thing and interesting one would be /not/ to kill him. That role has died in /every/ other film. Like we get it. But plot rehashes are only good if you have some kind of spin. Mostly though I just...would have liked T800 man’s personality in another context but you couldn’t ever sell me on him after watching him gun down a 10 year old in the open. Like what, he found a soul by being...bored? If you want to convince me of fundamental change in a person, you /gotta/ motivate it better. Show me. Don’t tell me and expect me to take your word. And there just wasn’t enough meet in some spots. I wanted more firm lore and a little less action. Like I’m not even a science-heavy leaning sci-fi fan but it still wasn’t enough. I liked it more than most of the others but it just wasn’t quite...meaty enough. Sarah still a queen. But T800 man didn’t sell and that was a real weak spot, and so was expecting us and Sarah to just...like and forgive him bc he had accrued a family. But also like. I enjoyed having a new protag, but feeling like so much, no, /all/ of the work and suffering of everyone in other Terminator films was for nothing bc it’s not even Skynet anymore it’s some other robots?? It kind just...didn’t really work. It makes everything more hollow like it’s not even Terminator anymore there’s no more Terminators. They should have just had it be Skynet but a different rebel leader, or more. Sarah goes on to mentor Dani instead since John is dead, /something/ to make it more the same franchise and not so hollow. Or if it’s gonna be gutted, go all the way and let us feel that, don’t blip it as a plot point once and keep rolling. There’s decades of character attachment for fans; either make that matter, or make it mourned because it’s dead. Don’t skim it and make it cheap. Also on a meta level it was kind of weird how they handled time travel compared to the norm for the franchise but I’m not going into that.

BUT. The Terminator? A cinematic classic. It’s just...such a good film. The characters work is solid the whole movie, and Reese and Sarah are both truly excellent protagonists also given ample time to explore and exhibit that. There’s so much you get in moments that show tiny things about them. The way Sarah handles getting canceled on and goofing with Ginger, her having a pet iguana she loves to cuddle, talking to the statue at work? And she’s smart and normal (I mean normal in a very complimentary way). Kyle is introduced almost immediately running from the cops, but even in the middle of a chase scene, he’s stealing clothes in a mall while evading flashlights, and little things like hopping while he runs to check shoe sizes give you so much right away. He’s clearly out of his depth but he’s smart and methodical and he holes up in a car he hotwires and has a ptsd moment waking up from a dream because of some heavy construction machinery. You don’t have him say much about himself at all but you get him taking a second to be nice to the kids and guard dog on his way back before a T800 attacks. Even though if you’re watching it classic, you have no spoken goal for Reese and all you know is he’s armed and /also/ looking for Sarah, like the man who has killed three people already is, you kind of aren’t very scared of him by the time he’s creepily following her into a night club. That scene is iconic too damn. Anyway. Her reactions to everything are so great. Only film I ever saw where I 100% felt the person on screen was reacting like anyone would to almost being killed and then getting kidnap-saved by some other guy claiming to be from the future like I’d bite him too, but you know, I’d also be pretty happy he saved me and also decide he was crazy and not like, dangerous, and try to keep the cops from killing him. It’s so cute he thinks anyone is going to believe him like hang in there Kyle baby, king. Love as soon as the Terminator hits the police station, he breaks out and goes to find Sarah, and she’s immediately like ‘so fuck this actually’ and looking for him too. The deleted scene in the motel woods. The slow character build. Him falling in love with her because of the picture where she always looked a little sad and he wondered what she was thinking about and you don’t find out till the last scene it’s him she was thinking about in that picture. A family can be two complete trauma disasters making pipe bombs in a motel. The top 5 cinema shots moment where you think they won and they think they won and they’re both injured and stagger to each other and collapse laughing and crying and hugging and it holds for like ten seconds before that fucking thing gets up and you see the rubble in the fire shift and Kyle sees it first. And the hopelessness and despair. Sarah just screaming no in rage because it’s so unfair. The little scaffolding fight?? Kyle doing what he does? Sarah winning with a broken leg? The picture? The heartbreak? A work of art.

Also just. They’re both attractive but like, they are not remotely airbrushed Hollywood pretty. Kyle’s got that big scar on his lip and they’re both sweaty and bloody and dirty and gross the whole film??? God yeah.

Terminator Salvation? Also a classic. You have a film not about the core cast exactly, but it’s very ensemble. You get early days war. And it’s from the very open a solid narrative about second chances and what it means to be human and they really do explore that the whole runtime. Markus dies and comes back more confused than you are in the apocalypse. Baby Reese is absolutely perfect. You get formerly executed for murder Markus somehow adopting like 20 year old Reese and 13 year old kid Star and they’re amazing. Rebellion drama, lore reveals. Reese’s devout faith in the cause and how fast he looks up to Markus and starts learning and Markus is like :[ but then he’s like ... :] because he god assigned two family members now. The tag team fights—how incredibly talented Star is. Guilt trip on a look to dropping cars, she’s super effective. Tbh Markus is just O_O to >:-[ the whole movie as soon as Reese and Star are taken and I feel it. You’ve got a guy who was killed for straying too far from human, come back as a machine, but he doesn’t know it, wondering if he deserves another chance and if he can change, and it’s really neat the way it unfolds. Even after losing so many friends to Terminators that look human, Blair refuses to believe he isn’t a human even if he’s also a machine and risks her life to save him, when they barely know each other. Markus getting like, tortured by the rebels, and still choosing to help them and be who he has decided he wants to be this time, even towards John. Even with better alternatives. And you have Star never having a moment of doubt, or Reese, and him getting to save them both, and them trying to help the other humans in line for extermination before he arrives. The hand hold with Star when his hands just metal. And he decides to die for someone he doesn’t even /like/ and who has personally hurt him a lot of times, because he knows the rebels need him to win. Anyway death row to death row but completely different people in the same body facing that same death differently are amazing if done well (see TWDG I mean ow) and it was a very simple core theme to latch to and very enjoyable executed and it got snubbed by fans when it’s the best sequel Terminator ever had.