#though I’m probably going to change the design later

[optimisticallycyn]

Practicing April from 2012 when she’s older and joined Shini and Karai in their rebuild of the Foot Clan for the last five to eight years. I was trying a new technique I learned for shading. Going to continue working on it. And she’s the first human I’ve made in… years pretty much.

[quibbs126]

My brain now wants a story where Optimus and Megatron, during the war, basically get abducted by other aliens (let’s say the Quintessons or something), and basically the rest of the story is them trying to escape, survive, and make their way back to Cybertron, encountering a severe number of inconveniences along the way. They’re also forming a temporary alliance because they realize pretty quickly that they’re both out of their depth here individually and have to team up to survive

But like it gets to the point where by the time they finally get back to Cybertron, they’re basically just like “oh right, the war. Yeah how about we just call it off” because they’ve gone through so much shit together they just don’t really have it in them to fight each other anymore

Honestly it’d probably have to be relegated to fanfic format due to the only Transformers in this story, outside of maybe a few brief appearances, being Optimus and Megatron. Not unless you give everyone else back on Cybertron something else to do, or have this story between them be the side plot

[sockiesock]

This is him now. FEEL OLD YET???

i made a spidersona even though i have never seen a spiderman movie in my entire life

[alleiwentcrazy]

“Wait,” Steve propped himself on his elbow, getting into a half-lying, half-sitting up position, “you’d do that for me?”

“Yeah man,” Eddie replied. He shimmied a little bit closer to the middle of the mattress and snuggled to his pillow. His eyebrows furrowed as he yawned. “I mean, I kind of did that already, didn’t I?”

Steve just kept on looking at him, stunned. It felt so strange to be cared for; to be remembered, known. He’d never had been, not like that—with Robin, sure, but that was different. He’d never felt like that with Nancy. With anyone. He hadn’t had to try and make out someone’s silhouette in the darkness, just to read their face and decide whether they were just selfless and nice or doing something for him. Truly for him, for the sake of doing it for him. It had never been an issue, because there had never been anyone about whom he’d had to wonder things like that. It had always been an exchange of sorts in this context.

But not with Eddie.

Steve’s head started to spin.

“Honestly I can’t wait for you to see it. You know she’s not really my type, but even I can see how fucking cool this car is. It felt a little like tuning my guitar or—”

Steve didn’t even register it when he reached for Eddie’s face, his consciousness wasn’t in the room when he lowered himself down and sank even closer to the boy who’d put his heart in a wrench. He just kissed him, and when he did – momentarily, it was a complete bliss. As long as his lips were gently pressed to Eddie’s, no matter how hard his heart was beating, it felt like he would be okay after all. Nothing else was important; he was kissing Eddie. He felt warm and cared for; he was kissing Eddie. 

Eddie.

Steve felt a finger hook at the rim of his shirt, he felt himself being pulled closer.

The panic came approximately three seconds later.

Their lips parted with the softest tsk, but Steve heard it several times louder. His senses were screaming at him, all alarms set off; the smell of Eddie’s shampoo lingered around his face, the sensation of chapped lips lingered against his, his fingers were tingling where they came in contact with Eddie’s slightest stubble.

It was curious how much Eddie reminded him of a cat at that moment. He was rigid, but ready to spring into action whenever, and his eyes were ridiculously big, almost fluorescent in the dim moonlight that was seeping through the trailer’s curtains. The longer Steve looked into those eyes, the more he felt like he might have fucked up. Bad.

“Should I—I should, I mean I…” He trailed off, getting a little further away from Eddie with every word. “I should, yeah, probably. Go.”

He practically jumped out of the bed, and it pained him how cold it was without Eddie close to him. He’d gotten so used to sleeping here, just sleeping, whenever Wayne was out and no uncomfortable questions would be asked, so that they both could feel a little less alone.

“I’ll take the van, we’ll exchange cars later today, alright?” Steve looked for his change of clothes in the darkness. They were, as usual, neatly stacked in his designated space at Eddie’s desk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—I mean, I did, but I’m, uh. I’m…” He trailed off, his cheeks getting embarrassingly hot and pink, he supposed, even though he couldn’t see himself in the mirror.

It felt wrong to say he was sorry. He was, obviously, he just kissed Eddie out of nowhere, but it didn’t feel like a mistake. His lips were still warm. He wanted to purse them tightly to keep the memory of Eddie’s lips on his firmly in place.

“We should do it again.”

Steve froze.

“What?”

He turned back towards the bed. It was much easier to make out Eddie’s form now. He was sitting up, chewing his thumbnail, his eyes barely flickering to Steve. His hair stood out against the white-ish wall and Eddie’s gray T-shirt. The waves were quite disheveled, but still cascaded beautifully over his shoulders.

Damn, Steven.

“We should do it again. If you’re not sure, we should do it again.”

Not sure about what? Steve did not dare ask. Eddie looked so nervous, maybe even more nervous than Steve felt. Both of their breaths were coming short now, as if they’d just run a marathon.

Apprehensively, Steve sat back down on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped underneath him and he swayed a bit forward.

“We should kiss. Again?” That really was what it was, right?

Eddie nodded his head quickly. Steve’s breath hitched when the smell of Eddie’s shampoo reached his nose once again.

There were very few thoughts in Steve’s head. There was just Eddie, right in front of him, chewing his nail, nodding away. Wanting to kiss him, again, having been kissed once already. Steve was confused and more than a little queasy, but his willpower wasn’t quite strong enough to get him questioning things.

“Okay,” he mumbled. Eddie finally looked at him, lowered his hand to his lap and nodded.

Some sort of nervous sound rumbled in the back of Steve’s throat. Okay. It was okay. He leaned in—and Eddie leaned in at the same time. Warm breath tickled Steve’s lips, and he stopped just before meeting Eddie half-way.

“Are you su—”

Eddie was kissing him before the sentence got out of his mouth in its entirety. Really kissing him, not just pressing their lips together, kissing him, still incredibly stiff and distanced, but kissing him. Oh, with something more than just curiosity, Steve could tell. He let out one heavy breath through his nose and felt Eddie relax right away with him. Their lips were in perfect harmony; Steve’s chest tightened. His stomach felt heavy and full and squirmy and for some reason Steve had never felt better than in this moment, even though his eyes stung and he could barely breathe.

His hands acted on their own accord, one settling on Eddie��s shoulder, the other on his cheek, keeping him close, closer, closer still.

Their lips parted. Steve felt the loss immediately.

“I’m gonna…” Eddie whispered huskily, untangling his legs from the cover and shifting his position. It was funny how one of his knees kind of hovered over Steve’s lap in silent question – it was even funnier how long it took Steve to process that.

“Yeah, feel free, please.”

What the fuck, Steven.

Eddie straddled his lap and leaned right back for another kiss, pressing their chests together. Their hearts kept thump thump thumping loudly against their chests, and Steve was kind of actively losing his mind over that. Eddie, in his gray T-shirt and stupid plaid shorts, was straddling his lap, kissing him, making him believe that he had the whole world in the palm of his hand. Was it even real? Could Steve touch him? Would it really be alright? He laid his hand on Eddie’s thigh, feeling hair and goosebumps underneath his fingers. Another conclusion from that night: Eddie was hot. Steve kissed him harder, and he reciprocated, grabbing Steve’s neck.

Steve had no idea for how long they had been kissing, until Eddie swayed dangerously close to the edge of the bed and Steve’s neck started to hurt. It wasn’t nearly enough, but that was it.

For now, hopefully.

“It’s getting late,” he mumbled against Eddie’s lips, “and you’ve got to be at the shop at 8 sharp tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said and stole one more peck. “You wanna sleep?”

Fuck me if I can, Steve thought, but nodded yes.

“But let’s talk tomorrow? Okay?”

Eddie’s hands were still cupping his cheeks. His lips seemed sleek and shiny, shinier than his eyes, even.

“We must,” he replied. They both nodded. For some reason Steve’s heart started beating even faster now.

Eddie scrambled from his lap, cleared his throat and rearranged the covers, getting back into his favourite position. Steve followed suit. The gap between them seemed enormous and immediately got filled with anxious energy.

Steve reached between them hesitantly. For a few seconds his hand just lay there, empty and suddenly very cold. Eddie’s open palm touched his. He let out a big breath.

They would figure it out. For sure. Tomorrow.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

hi babe can i request an auston matthews x reader, where reader stays over at auston’s for the first time and he gives her one of his tee’s to sleep in and it’s so big that it swallows her and auston just loves it and becomes obsessed with her wearing his clothes?🤭🫣

— i love your writing and thank you for continuing to bless me/us with papi content💞

I hope I've given you what you wanted, bby! 🥹🥹🥹 And always happy to write Auston stuff! 🩷🩷🩷

"You're welcome to stay the night, Y|N. I don't think the storm's going to pass anytime soon, but it's up to you."

You were sitting cross-legged on the sofa, scrolling through your phone at pictures that you had taken from tonight's game. You hadn't even taken into account the storm raging outside Auston's house until he had said something about it. Sure, you had heard the booming thunder, but it was comforting background noise, and you were also reviewing videos you had taken of Auston, so your mind was obviously elsewhere.

"What, sorry?"

Your expression made him smile, like he had caught you doing something you shouldn't have. "Whatcha doing over there?"

"Absolutely nothing! Definitely not cringing at the amount of space you're taking up in my gallery!"

"Oh, is that so?" His smirk was dangerous as he crossed the room to you, wasting no time pinning you against the sofa. "You wanna show me?"

You were laughing, feigning helplessness against him laying over you like he was. "Show you what?"

"Uh-huh, right!" Playfully, he tried to take your phone from you, but you pressed it against your chest. "Saving them for later, are we?"

You blushed, even though he wasn't right. It was the mere implication of what you were going to do with them that made you embarrassed. "Pfft! No!"

"Riiiight," he teased, pulling himself off of you, leaving you laying there, still giggling.

"What did you say though?" You asked, finally dragging yourself back to a seated position. "I honestly didn't hear you."

"I asked you if you wanted to stay because of the storm.”

You were slightly taken aback by what Auston had proposed. Not in a bad way, but that he didn't mind having you stay. "You don't care?"

"Of course not. I don't really want you out in this shit."

"Or you don't want to take me home in it?"

Auston gave you a side-eye before he cracked, "Hey now, I didn't say that!"

You'd wink as a reply, “I don't want to get out in either, so if you don't mind me staying, I wouldn't say no."

“You’re more than welcome to. Now, I don’t think any of my sweats would fit you,” he laughed. “But I’m sure I’ve a t-shirt you could wear.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

Auston gave you a soft smile after seeing you yawn, “You wanna go upstairs?”

“Yes, please.!”

Auston would wait until you got up to move, “Not I’m curious how you’d look in my pants. Let me clarify what I said earlier.”

You snorted, “That’s quite the thought! I could probably get both of my legs in one pant leg!”

“Heh, you probably could!”

- - -

Upstairs, you’d sit on the edge of his king-sized bed, legs swinging while he took an extended amount of time just looking for a t-shirt. You had no idea what was taking him so long, unless he was looking for one that wasn’t from a designer brand, to which you couldn’t blame him. Auston was the first guy you’d ever be with who cared so much for his appearance and how he styled himself. It was refreshing and fun to have someone who enjoyed fashion and things like that, though sometimes you felt like you always had to match his energy or else you felt frumpy and out of place.

“Here, I think this one should work.” He said as he handed you the purple shirt. “If you’re not warm enough I’ve long sleeves and hoodies.”

“I’m sure this is fine. Thanks!” After thanking him, you’d slip into his ensuite bathroom and change your clothes.

You had to keep yourself from laughing, seeing yourself in the large mirror. The hem of the shirt was at your knees, and the intended short sleeves were now past your elbows. The whole time you were folding your clothes, you were trying to muster the courage to go back into the bedroom. For whatever reason, you felt embarrassed by how you looked, even though it was just to sleep in -- this wasn’t clubwear. Eventually, you’d shuffle back into the bedroom, yearning for sleep. When you got back into the room, you’d find Auston not there. You weren’t sure where he had gone, so you just kind of stood there, rocking back and forth on your feet until he came back.

“My god, you’re adorable,” Auston said, wandering back in from his walk-in closet, which took you by surprise.

“Oh?”

“You look so little,” he laughed, stepping up to you. “It’s a cute look. I wouldn’t be upset if you ‘borrowed’ a few things of mine if you look that cute wearing them.”

“Ha, like borrowed without the intent of giving the back?!”

“Pretty much that, yeah,” his smirk flashed deviousness before it softened. “C’mon, I’ve kept you up long enough. Do you want to stay in here with me, or one of the guest rooms?”

You looked at Auston softly, “I’ll stay with you.”

He smiled upon hearing your quiet voice, “I’ll warn you: if I get you in my arms, I won’t let go until the morning.”

[angelic-carousel]

Messy sketch of the birth of messmer

Since I think I’m far enough in the dlc I feel I now have a better picture of things I thought I’d ramble a lil about my interpretation of Marika and Messmer:

So possible spoilers below

Something I see with marika and messmers relationship is that he was her first cursed child so that’s why she tried to help him (like with the Marikas blessing and eye seal) however at some point she gave up hence why she doesn’t try with her later cursed children like malenia and miquella (Margot and Mohg too) . I read marika and messmers relationship as a more melancholic relationship. One that there was probably a strong loving bond initially but as marika bacame more corrupt that love warped to be more one sided and complex. I’d like to think though that Marika deep down still loves Messmer, however I do also think Messmer deep down has some resentment to Marika.

Obviously my interpretation might change since I’m sort of going off what I’ve read from item descriptions so far so I may be completely wrong. That said I definitely really like Marika, she reminds me of one of my own ocs, hopefully I’ll post her sometime. (I just don’t have a solid design down yet)

[nathaaaan]

I genuinely love how the Guardian’s little cottage was designed, mainly because it says a lot more about Anne than it does them. I’m going to call it Anne’s cottage from this point on.

I love how all of the Plantars are there, but that’s a given. Instead of all three of them in one portrait together, it’s Hop Pop and Polly together, and Sprig by himself. Sprig’s portrait is also closer to the Boonchuys and Domino, which would make sense because he’s “sort of family now” and Hop Pop and Polly would be like her extended family. It could just be the bond between them too. I mean, Sprig is an important part in her life, he totally deserves his own portrait.

Obviously Sasha and Marcy are here, but I like to think that it’s the them she knows now. If Sasha didn’t decide to go through the biggest change in her life, I’m not even sure if she’d be there. (She probably would be though)

That house was in Anne’s bedroom too and that makes sense as to why it’s in the finale! The “Dreamino” admits to watching her by visiting her when she went to the dentist saying, “You’re fun to watch.” in Marcy’s journal. The Cosmic Guardian can see all, who knew?

Then there’s a buncha items like HP’s cane and one of Anne’s sword in Polly’s bucket (as well as the two outside, can’t tell which is which), her tennis racket, that teapot from Hopping Mall, Anne’s donut pillow from her room, her shoe, the plushie Sprig gave her in Domino Effect, her pen, Sprig’s action figures from that one episode where they shared a room, the emblem of her chestplate… I wanna say the mini-farm that kinda mirrors the one the Plantars have, as well as the giant P in the back.

I also like how in later shots, you can see that the house actually has a pattern of leaves on the walls and the lotuses on the curtains.

(Now that I think about it, there are a lot of references to lotuses with Anne’s powers, and lotuses typically represent purity and rebirth or “the rising of Divine Qualities within a person while he or she still lives in the murky World, filled with desires, temptations and hardships”)

So really? I think the far island in the background is the Guardian’s house/cottage. It looks dead and withered while Anne’s cottage is all lively and vibrant, which could symbolize that it’s the end of their time and will make way for the new Guardian to come forth and accept her role. That aaaand I can’t see anything that even remotely relates to Anne or Amphibia as a whole.

For all intents and purposes, that house is Anne’s future house post-death!

[indieyuugure]

I just had a thought and I’m not sure if anyone asked before, is this comic going to have your own version of Angel in it?

Mm, maybe? I don’t remember so I’ll answer anyway

I plan to, but if I do she won’t come in till like WAY later in the story.

Here’s a picture of her I drew, though I’m not super set on this design, I’ve already changed it and I probably will again 🤣

My version of her would be a skater-girl who’s either Mikey’s BFF or girlfriend. Kinda leaning towards girlfriend, but not set on that either.

Really don’t have much on her, but definitely thinking about it.

Good question! :]

[brookediamonds]

Idea for a Sunshine!Axel x GrumpyReader fic :)

Reader and Axel are married and Reader finds out she’s pregnant and Axel takes care of her (goes into Shadow mode love that fic) throughout the pregnancy and then when the baby is born they’re a happy mess and they snuggle together with the baby. ☺️

Absolutely love your fics! Just thought of this after reading your fic about Axel and Reader being compared to Jackie and Shadow. 😊

one of me is cute, but two though?

Summary: It’s been 10 years since you and Axel graduated high school, and college. You're living your best married life when you discover you’ll be extending your family from 2 to 3. This is apart of my sunshine!Axel x grumpy!Reader trope.

Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: Mention of sex (hardly), pregnancy, axel being SOFT AF, sm fluff

gif is not mine

The moment you find out you're pregnant, your first reaction isn't some emotional, dramatic realization. It’s pure, deadpan disbelief.

You're in the bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test in your hand, waiting for your brain to catch up.

The two little lines feel like some kind of cosmic joke. You even shake the test a little, as if that’ll somehow change the result.

"…No way."

When had you... oh.

Yup, you remember, it was that morning when he said you were the most beautiful thing he could ever wake up to.

Even after four years of being married, he still made you feel like you were that blushing mess of a 17 year old girl.

You grab another test. Then another. And another. Five tests later, all lined up on the sink, all saying the same thing: you’re pregnant.

You exhale sharply, gripping the counter, your heart hammering. You should be panicking, right? Crying? Freaking out? But mostly, all you can think is:

Axel is going to lose his mind.

And not in a bad way. No, that’s the part that has you rubbing your temples.

Because the second you tell him, he’s going to be ecstatic. There will be spinning, hugging, probably a dozen kisses before he even lets you finish a full sentence.

And you? You’re not ready for that level of sunshine-fueled enthusiasm just yet.

So, you sit on the edge of the tub, running a hand down your face, muttering, "Oh my god, I’m about to be nested to hell and back."

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The holidays have just passed, it's the end of January which means it's breeding season for eagles.

Which also means you have Jackie and Shadow's live footage playing quietly on the tv as background noise as you and your own Shadow clean house for the week.

You saunter out of the mud room, basket in hands, as Axel lounged on the couch folding the clean bath towels.

"Round two," you announce plopping down the basket of fresh clean clothes in front of him.

Axel groans dramatically but doesn’t argue, because he’s whipped and he knows it. "We have too much clothes."

You roll your eyes at his dramatics and move on to start a new task.

He starts folding lazily—one of his hoodies, one of your shirts—until his hands land on something unfamiliar.

A new t-shirt.

He holds it up, brow furrowing as he reads the words: "The New Shadow."

At first, he just blinks at it. Confused. Squints at the design. It's Shadow the eagle printed on to the blue shirt.

He glances at the TV, where Jackie and Shadow are in their nest. Then back at the shirt. Then at you, still busy across the room.

Huh.

And then it hits him.

His entire body freezes. His breath catches. His hands tighten around the fabric.

His head snaps up.

"Wait." His voice comes out weird. Strangled.

You don’t turn around.

"What?" You ask feinging innocence, back facing him as you keep tidying the kitchen counter.

Axel stares at you, eyes blown wide, his heart pounding.

"What… what does this mean?" He holds the shirt up like it’s the holy grail.

You pause, slowly turning to face him. Finally, you glance over your shoulder, meeting his gaze with a knowing look.

And that’s all it takes.

"Oh my god—"

He explodes off the couch, nearly tripping over the basket in his rush to get to you.

"Are you serious?!" His hands land on your waist, his whole face lit up with pure, unfiltered joy.

You bite back a smile, tilting your head. "Well… yeah."

Axel makes a sound, a mix between a laugh and something breathless, almost disbelieving.

And then he’s hugging you, practically crushing you against his chest, kissing your temple, your cheek, your everything.

"I knew it," he breathes against your skin, completely overwhelmed. "I knew I had to start nesting you."

You groan, half-laughing, pushing at his chest. "Axel—"

You stare up at Axel, still half-squished against his chest as he clings to you in pure excitement.

But his words linger in your head, and after a second, your eyes narrow.

"Wait, what do you mean you knew it?" You pull back just enough to look at him, suspicious. "How, exactly, did you 'know'?"

Axel smirks, smug as hell, still clutching the shirt in one hand. "Baby, it was obvious."

"Obvious?" You raise an eyebrow.

He nods confidently. "Yeah. You were sleepier than usual—like, more than just your normal up-too-late-watching-tik-toks tired."

You scoff. "That proves nothing."

His grin widens. "And! You’ve been craving the weirdest stuff. You ate pickles with peanut butter the other day—"

You glare up at him. "That was one time and it was delicious."

"—and you literally teared up watching the eagle cam because Jackie and Shadow were being 'good parents,'" he continues, completely ignoring your interjection.

Your mouth opens, but you pause. Okay, fine, maybe you had gotten a little emotional over the eagles lately, but still.

"And, you’ve been all over me lately," Axel says, smirking to himself

"I am not!" You gawk pulling away from his grasp completely.

He nods, still way too smug. "Oh yeah. Extra cuddly. Holding my hand all the time. Literally climbed into my lap while I was trying to do push-ups last week."

You can't help the way your face heats up at his mention of you drooling all over him while he was working out. He was shirtless, can you blame a girl?

"So I had a moment of weakness, so what?" You attempt to play it off.

Axel tilts his head, grinning. "And what about two nights ago when you rolled onto me in your sleep and refused to let go? I tried moving, and you growled at me."

You scoff, rolling your eyes at his dramatic statement. "I did not growl."

"Mmmrh, nooo, stay," he mimics you, low and dramatic.

You shove his arm, but he just laughs, catching your hand and lacing his fingers through yours. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, his smile softening.

"I didn’t mind," he adds, quieter this time. "I liked it."

You hate how that makes your heart flutter.

With a grumble, you sink back against him, grumpily accepting his warmth. "I don’t get all over you."

Axel beams down at you in his hold. "You so do."

"God, you’re annoying," you mutter, tucking your face into his chest.

Axel just chuckles, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. "Yeah, yeah. But you still love me."

You sigh, eyes closing, nuzzling further into his warm chest. "Unfortunately."

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You don’t know why you're crying.

You knew this was happening. You took the test. You surprised Axel with the dumb little Shadow shirt. You’ve gone to the doctor.

You’ve felt different. But somehow, none of it hit you quite like this.

You stand in front of the mirror, fresh out of the shower, towel-drying your hair, when you finally see it.

Your stomach isn’t flat anymore. It’s not huge, not even close, but the difference is there, subtle but undeniable.

You run your fingers over the small curve, stomach twisting in a way that has nothing to do with nausea.

It’s real.

You’re having a baby.

Axel’s baby.

Your eyes sting before you can stop them, and when the first tear falls, it feels ridiculous.

You never cry over things like this. You’re not soft. You’re not emotional. And yet, here you are, standing in the bathroom in one of Axel’s oversized shirts, sniffling over the smallest bump imaginable.

"Hey, babe, what do you want for—" he stops mid-step, freezing in the doorway when he sees you.

You're standing in just your underwear and one of his old shirts that's being held up by your hands to reveal your stomach, eyes glassy as you stare at your reflection.

Axel’s brows furrow immediately.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" He crosses the room without hesitation, voice softening as he reaches for you.

You shake your head, wiping at your face. "It’s nothing."

Axel hums, unconvinced.

"Mm. Okay." He doesn’t press, just comes up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders.

His voice is gentle when he asks, "What’re you looking at?"

You swallow, glancing down at yourself again. You don’t even know how to put it into words.

"I just… " you exhale, another tear slipping free as you let your hands fall over his, guiding them to your stomach. "…I’m showing."

Axel’s breath catches. You feel it more than you hear it, the way his chest hitches behind you, his fingers splaying out over your bump.

For a second, he’s completely still. Then, slowly, carefully, his hands move, thumbs brushing along your stomach like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

"Wow," he exhales, almost breathless. "That’s our baby."

Your throat tightens. "Yeah."

Axel is quiet for a moment, just taking you in, eyes full of something warm and unshakable.

Then you look up at him, voice small.

"Do you think I’ll be a good mom?"

His head snaps down to you, brows pulling together like the very thought of you doubting yourself is ridiculous.

"Are you kidding?" He turns you in his arms, hands sliding to cradle your face. "You’re gonna be an amazing mom."

"Really?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper as you look up at him through your tears.

"Absolutely," Axel responds without hesitation. "I love you so much, and together I know we'll be great parents."

A wet laugh bubbles out of you, and Axel grins, swiping his thumbs under your eyes.

"I love you too," you say quietly.

You and Axel admire your new bump for the next thirty minutes until you feel your usual self begin to surface, and kicking you both out of the bathroom to get lunch.

Later that night, you're back to your usual self, getting ready for bed with your husband.

The weight of the day has eased, replaced by something warm, something steady.

Your mind is clear, your emotions balanced again, and Axel is right there beside you, where he always is.

Axel, however, is not getting in bed just yet.

Instead, he’s fussing over your side of the bed, fluffing up your pillow, smoothing out the blankets, even adjusting the mattress slightly like it’s going to make a difference.

You watch in amusement as he steps back, hands on his hips, assessing his work.

"Are you done nesting?" you tease him.

Axel narrows his eyes at you but doesn’t argue. "Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable."

You shake your head, climbing into bed, and the second you’re settled, Axel follows, snuggling up beside you.

But just as he’s about to wrap himself around you like usual, he hesitates. His hand hovers just above your stomach, unsure.

You roll your eyes before grabbing his wrist and pressing his hand there yourself.

Axel exhales, his whole body relaxing as his fingers splay over your bump, warmth radiating from his palm.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just strokes his thumb in slow, careful circles, like he’s still trying to grasp that this is real.

"I can’t wait to meet them," he says ever so quietly.

Your heart clenches, and this time, it’s not overwhelming. It’s just love.

"Me too," you whisper back, curling further into him.

Axel shifts, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before tucking you closer. And as sleep starts to pull you under, his hand never moves from where it rests over your belly, like it belongs there.

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The first night home with your daughter is a blur of exhaustion and quiet awe.

The house is dim, the world outside is still, and the only sound is the soft, steady breaths of the tiny bundle nestled between you and Axel.

She’s so small. Her little fingers curl into the fabric of Axel’s shirt, her tiny chest rising and falling in the most delicate rhythm.

It’s been hours since you both climbed into bed, but neither of you have been able to take your eyes off her.

You’re lying on your side, one arm tucked under your head, the other resting protectively near your daughter.

Axel mirrors you, his head propped up on his hand, his free arm curled around both of you like he can physically shield you from the world.

For once, he’s quiet. No teasing, no playful comments, just watching. His gaze is soft, reverent, his fingers ghosting over your daughter’s tiny hand.

"We made that," you murmur after moment.

Axel lets out a breathless laugh, like it’s just now hitting him.

"Yeah," he whispers. "We did."

His eyes flicker to you, and there’s something unbelievable in them, like he still can’t quite process the fact that you’re here, that she’s here, that he gets to have this life.

You nudge him lightly with your foot under the covers. "Still think I’m your most prized nest item?"

Axel grins, his dimple showing even in the dim light.

"You both are," he says leaning in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your temple. "But she’s definitely trying to steal your title."

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. Not when you're this tired. Not when your heart feels this full.

There’s a long stretch of silence, nothing but the quiet hum of the baby monitor and the occasional shuffle of blankets.

And then, barely above a whisper, Axel asks, "Would you still love me if we were eagles, babe?"

You exhale a soft, amused breath, your eyelids growing heavier. "I just went through labor, Axel. Of course I’d still love you if we were eagles."

He grins, pulling you just a little closer. Axel's voice is softer now, more certain as he looks between you and the tiny life you’ve created together.

His fingers brush over your daughter's little hand again before he whispers, "We did good, my Jackie."

Your heart squeezes at the quiet affection in his words, the weight of everything settling between you. With a tired smile, you shift closer, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

"Shadow would be proud," you murmur, voice full of warmth.

Axel feels his heart ache at your statement and chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

In the peaceful stillness of your home, wrapped up in love and exhaustion, you and Axel stay like that—holding each other, holding her, caught in the quiet magic of everything you've built together.

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(a/n: ughhh i loved this one, and i love jackie and shadow, they have become my new hyper fixation 🥹 thank you for this request!!)

[yohajitou]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Born To Die Animate Tokuten Drama CD: "Celebrating Her Birthday" [Shin]

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS ドS吸血CD 月浪＆キノ Born To Die アニメイト 各巻購入特典ドラマCD ｢彼が貴女の誕生日をお祝いするCD｣

Audio: Here

Note: I wonder why this CD series is so unpopular. The Tsukinami and Kino both have birthday CDs for Yui (MC) and I can't find anyone posting or translating them. How sad.

Shin is really a great boyfriend in this CD though. I wish he got more attention 'cause he's also a good guy (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

____________Translation is here____________

[00:06] "What are you reading? Huh? That magazine… Isn't that the one I bought last time we went to the human world?"

[00:18] "But that's for men, it's not something you should be reading. Give it back. What’s the point of you reading this?"

[00:29] "Did any outfit catch your eye? Then let's go buy it now. I'll pick something out for you."

[00:36] "I said it's fine. Come on, get up. I have something I want to do as well, so we're going to the human world now."

*Time skip*

[00:54] "This outfit looks a bit plain… Or maybe this design is better…?"

/Yui asks what Shin is doing/

[01:03] "You're asking what I'm doing? Can't you tell just by looking? I'm picking clothes that suit you. I guess this is the last one.

[01:14] "Alright, try this one on first. This design is quite bold, isn't it? The chest and shoulders are both exposed. Wearing something like this once in a while isn't bad. Come on, hurry up and get into the fitting room. Try it on and show me. Let's see how it looks on you."

*Time skip*

[01:46] "You're done? Oh, not bad. Much more mature."

[01:57] "Why are you getting embarrassed?"

[01:59] "Ah, it's because it’s more revealing than what you usually wear? But really, what’s there to be shy about? You’ve done much bolder things before. Haha, are you seriously blushing over this?"

[02:16] "Hey, this dress has a zipper on the back, doesn't it? You probably can't zip it up by yourself."

[02:26] "I knew it, it's still open. No choice, huh? If you can't dress properly, then let me help you."

[02:40] "Move a little closer. The fitting room is too small, it's a bit cramped with both of us inside."

[02:50] "Stop making a fuss. It's tight in here, so of course, we’re close. If you keep making noise, people will notice."

[03:02] "Turn around. I'll zip it up for you. Next time you wear something like this, just ask me. I'll zip it up for you anytime."

[03:18] "There, all done. You look even more alluring now. Seeing your bare back like this makes me want to bite you. This outfit suits you, but I still want you to try this one too."

[03:43] "This pink dress is a bit more formal, but the design is nice, isn't it? It looks like the one from the magazine you were reading earlier."

[03:51] "It has simple white floral decorations, not too flashy. I think you'll like this style. So? Want to try it on?"

[04:04] "Alright, I'll wait outside. Call me when you're done."

*Time skip*

[04:17] "Done yet?"

[04:26] "Just as I thought, it suits you perfectly. You look stunning. So, this is the one we'll go with."

[04:38] "Don't worry about the cost. I've already paid."

[04:42] "I've also booked a table at a restaurant, so let's go. Just follow me. I'll take you to the best place."

*Time skip*

[05:03] "Man, I’m stuffed. What do you think? This restaurant was as good as they say, right? Glad I picked it."

[05:17] "By the way, it’s still early to head back, right? Since we’re full, let’s walk around a bit."

[05:36] "Hey, you know, today…"

[05:44] "Rain?"

[05:49] "Damn it, why does it have to rain now?"

[05:58] "Well, whatever. Leave that later. It'll be a hassle if you catch a cold. That house over there should still be usable. Let's get there quickly."

[06:16] "Good, the bathroom is still working. Now, go take a bath."

[06:25] "Hmm? What's wrong?"

[06:28] "Ah, right, You don’t have any clothes to change into here. Guess there's no other way. I have a shirt, so just wear that for now."

[06:41] "I'll leave it outside while you're bathing. Make sure to warm up properly."

*Time skip*

[06:59] "Hmm… I told you to warm up, but…"

[07:03] "You're taking too long. How long are you planning to soak in there?"

[07:10] "Ah, finally, you're out. You're are way to slo—"

[07:19] "Wait… You're only wearing my shirt?! I didn't know you had this kind of preference. Or… are you trying to seduce me by showing off your 'kare shatsu' (1) look?"

[07:33] "Well, yeah, I did only leave a shirt for you. There was no other choice. I don’t have anything that would fit you."

[07:42] "But now that you’re dressed like this, come here. That elegant dress from earlier was beautiful, but I think I like you in my shirt even more. Because just looking at you, I can tell you belong to me."

[08:05] "Yes, you’re mine. I can’t imagine a life without you anymore. So let’s live together like this. Thank you for coming into this world."

[08:25] "Don’t say I’m being sudden. I was planning to celebrate your birthday earlier, but the rain ruined my plans."

[08:37] "What’s with that expression? Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday? When it was mine, you were so excited to prepare everything."

[08:51] "That’s right, you celebrated my birthday. So I wanted to do the same for you."

[09:10] "From the start, I had it all planned. I wanted you to dress beautifully, take you somewhere you'd like, and give you a grand birthday celebration. So when I saw you reading that magazine, I was surprised. It even had a section about birthday gifts for girlfriends."

[09:29] "Haah… I was supposed to celebrate after dinner and end it all in a cool way. But in the end, it turned out like this. How embarrassing."

/Yui said that Shin is always cool/

[09:53] "Hey, why are you so adamantly denying it? I don’t get it."

[09:58] "Fine, fine. Okay, I'll go along with you. I’m always cool, okay?"

[10:03] "Seeing you so happy, I guess I did well."

[10:10] "It’s nothing, but… Happy birthday, my love."

[10:26] "From now on, I’ll celebrate your birthday every year. You should feel honored because I’ll only do this for you."

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(1) 枯れシャツ (Kare shatsu): means "boyfriend shirt." In Japanese culture, a girl wearing her boyfriend’s oversized shirt is considered naturally alluring (or cute).

At first, I wasn’t sure how to translate this. After researching, I found that English has the term "boyfriend shirt", which refers to a loose-fitting shirt styled like men’s clothing but worn as a fashion statement by women. However, I chose to keep the original term because "boyfriend shirt" usually refers to a fashion style rather than specifically describing a girl wearing her boyfriend’s shirt.

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lalalaa hello i haven’t posted my fnaf au stuff in a while here’s two recent doodle pages RAMBLES UNDER CUT! but before that who the FUCKKK WAS GONNA TELL ME THEY MADE A TO BE BEAUTIFUL GRAPHIC NOVEL AND REDESIGNED SARAH ENTIRELY??????????

WHO IS THIS NEW GIRL whatever I’m not changing my sarah design ❤️ (mine is inspired by the pic on the left)

idk if I’m gonna go the route of “wow sarah realizes she’s (he’s?) trans!” I just think it would be neat if that sort of makes her realize something and she goes thru a journey of “did i ever really hate myself or did i just hate that i wasn’t what society said i needed to be?” there’s a happy ending for her in there… somewhere… even though she’s dead… 😭😭 uhmmm

but yeah idk transmasc sarah is cool but the more i think abt it the more butch sarah is cool too. like maybe she even goes by he pronouns sometimes but eventually settles knowing that she likes being a woman!! just not in the way she was pressured to be before :)

I REALLY really want funtime freddy and circus baby to parallel millie and sarah.. former best friends who’s relationship got super fucked up and all that yknow.. ik i said somewhere in a former post that sarah and millie didn’t know each other well but that is NOT true anymore sarah is the best friend millie had in CTW who ditched her for the popular people

also i didn’t draw freddy damaged here bc i’m too tired to add the cracks and little details LOL i don’t care ❤️❤️

ALSO!! fun story change! I think it’s fucking stupid that sarah just like. slipped on a fuckin banana peel and her necklace fell off. soooo i think it’d be cool if Millie saw her wearing the old BFF locket she got her back when they were friends and got PISSED that sarah would have the NERVE to wear that when they aren’t even friends anymore and sarah fuckin ditched her to be popular, so they get into a fight, millie yanks the necklace off in the scuffle, and whabam! Sarah’s true form is revealed and everyone freaks the fuck out.

Millie would probably continue clutching the locket tightly without even realizing it, she’s just in shock, and later on when she goes home freddy is able to identify the illusion disc inside. baby probably pressures sarah to go break into millie’s house to steal it back since now they can’t hide anymore so she’s pissed that sarah lost it

Sarah of course gets caught breaking in 😭😭 but millie and her grandpa offer to house her there while they figure out what’s going on and try to help her, during this time millie and sarah become very close again as friends while freddy and baby are at each others throats.

freddy doesn’t want sarah there AT ALL but is also reluctant to tell them why because explaining to millie that her best friend is dead and possessing her own corpse which is being piloted by his ex-friend who tore him apart is really awkward

(also he knows baby is trying to hide and blowing her cover might make her want to kill millie and her grandfather THOUGH as sarah’s corpse continues falling apart, baby already has plans to look for another body to inhabit..)

[cosmickid-inmotion]

"If I'm Being Honest" Lie #1: "I don't like you."

An Omegaverse/romcom enemies to lovers idiots in love slowburn found family type shit. graphic design is my passion themed header is a little more intional this time but lord knows i can't edit XD

Alpha!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Summary: If Logan is being honest, he didn't like you. If you were being honest, you didn't either. But, if you were both being honest, you were exactly what you needed.

Warnings: Currently nothing? Will update as I go, but everyone's canon trauma is liable to be discussed.

A/n: I have built a reputation on here for series that are very serious, that deal with themes of severe depression, sexual assault, abuse, etc. I wanted to try my hand at something new, something lighthearted. the Omegaverse stuff won't have a HUGE part in it, it's just another aspect I wanted to add. As i wrote it, I realized it has a romcom vibe, so that's what I'm leaning into. I want to have fun with this! i write so much heavy stuff, a little change is nice. thank you so much to @xdaddysprincessxx for encouraging me to venture out, ily.

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Multiple alternating POVs

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If Logan was being honest, in the moment he just wanted to fuck you. Years later, to other more romantic types like Remy or Kurt, he would say it was love at first sight. He wouldn't say you were being a bit of a cunt, and the comment on his hair was unnecessary.

If you were being honest, wanted him to leave you alone, and were thankful he did. Later, to Remy and Kurt, you would say that you secretly wished he’d try again, although Logan wasn’t the type to linger where he wasn’t wanted. You say it was love at first sight, although if you were being honest, you thought his leather jacket was too wanna be James Dean, and his hair looked stupid. 

When Logan saw you in that bar, the bit-too crowded one that was the only spot he could go to where they didn’t recognize him from the mutant school 50 miles away, he thought, Well, she’ll do.

Jean had chosen Scott, and Logan wasn’t going to just sit around the mansion moping all day. Even if he still harboured feelings, he wanted her to be happy, and frankly, he wanted Scott to be too. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was just married to the woman Logan loved. And was rather annoying. But again, not bad. 

Logan just needed a nice, wet hole to sink into, and you were more than attractive enough for his tastes. Stunning, even, and just a little bit terrifying. You were a beta; he could smell the lack of alpha or omega pheromones, and you were devoid of either. All the better, omegas were so… clingy.

You, on the other hand, cursed yourself when you accidentally caught his eyes. Great. You think to yourself. Now he probably thinks you’re staring.

You weren’t! Not at that moment, anyway. If you were being honest, after he took the hint and went on his way, you did take a few glances for the ole spank bank. No harm no foul.

“Hey.” The man said as he leaned against the bar counter, and you snort through your nose.

“Really? That's the best you got?” You make a twirling motion with your finger. “Turn around, try again.”

He makes a funny face, but turns around anyway. When he faces you again, he doesn’t lean on the counter but rather takes a seat. “Uh. Hello?”

You facepalm, laughing. “This isn’t gonna work.”

The man takes the laughter in stride. “Yeah, not my best work. Can I at least buy you a drink?”

Another weak move. “You can, but I’m not gonna sleep with you.”

Not deterred, he buys the next round. “Name’s James.” He gave you his hands and waited expectantly, but even though you shook it you dodged the name question hanging in the air. 

“Sorry, buddy, I swore off Jimmy’s about 2 Jimmy’s ago.”

A slight frown, but nothing that seemed to indicate trouble. “Luckily, I’m not a Jimmy, I’m a James.”

“Okay.” You spoke almost patronizingly. “Never met a James that wore kitty ears, but okay.”

James looked like he was stewing on something, opened his mouth to retort an insult, but thought better of it. He attempted to smooth back the curls, but it didn’t work. He mumbled something about a cowlick before looking back at you as you laughed.

“You’re not playfully teasing me, are you?” it wasn’t a question.

“Nah, honey. I’m making fun of you.”

“Welp.” He slaps his hands on the bar counter, sitting up. It wasn’t an aggressive move, he meant it playful himself, but it still made you startle. “I can see where I’m not wanted. Keep the drink, sweetheart.” He winked, and left you alone.

Fuck, his pants were tight.

Logan moved on to talking up some girl that actually seemed interested, but if he were being honest, and he’d never admit this, but he kept looking back to you. As much as he wanted to get his dick wet and this new girl was pretty, he couldn’t get his mind off you. Logan was not rejected often. It wasn’t that his ego was bruised, okay maybe a little, but you were just so interesting. His senses were telling him he needed to notice something about you, but not trouble. He didn’t know what that meant, but the next time he looked over he saw a man making his move on you.

Good luck, bub. He thought to himself, then looked back at the cute girl. She seemed flexible. An omega, which meant he’d probably have to make an escape while she was sleeping, but she’d be eager to please. Oh yeah, this was gonna be a good-

*CRASH!*

Annnnnnd there it was. Can’t have nothing nice. He stepped in front of the blonde, what was her name again?, and looked to scout out the situation just in time to see you clock a man in the jaw hard enough to send him back. Good job there, girlie. Logan didn’t want trouble, and you seemed to be handling it so he didn’t step in just yet… but out of nowhere came the guy's friend with a barstool and clocked it over your head.

“Hey!” Logan shouted, distracting the man enough as he was about to kick you a third time in the face. Just as he dove and took him down, Logan heard the crowd gasp. After knocking the buddy out, Logan looked up to see if the first man wanted a piece of him next, only to see him staring in shock.

You were blue. Your skin, your hair, and the sliver of your eyes he could see, all blue. 

“MUTANT!” The fucking hillbilly shouts, and Logan isn’t an idiot. There’s trouble coming.

Without thinking, he scoops up your limp body and dashes you outside as men gather like an old timey mod.

He places you on the front of his bike, one strong arm holds you up and kicks the stand of the bike. Back to the mansion.

Another goddamn stray. Can’t keep them off me.

The gates opened as his bike rode up the twisted roads over half an hour later. Good thing the bike was registered to Scott, because if he got clocked speeding, it was bordering on reckless driving. 

Despite being in a hurry, Logan made sure to kick the stand up after riding the bike right up to the steps. He didn’t want the engine flooded. Then whose bike would he steal?

Bursting into the entrance, he finds Scott in a blue and yellow button down PJ set, sleep mask on and arms crossed. “You have GOT to stop-” Then Scott see’s you, passed out, bloody faced, and blue bodied, and senses the urgency.

He grabs Logan, shoving him to get to the medbay ASAP. Logan could run much fastert than Scott, even with your weight, but Scott was behind him. “JEEAANNN!”. The yelling was more to get it out in his mind, no doubt communicating with her in there to get to the bed medbay, which was near their bedroom.

By the time Logan got there, Jean was already setting up. She was in a robe, forest green and silky, something Scott probably got for her, the thoughtful fuck. Annoyingly, it was long, covering up those legs. That was also probably intensional on Scott’s part. Jean was in boxers. Probably Scotts, and she liked to sleep in skimpy cami��s. On second thought, the gift was probably more Scott keeping her wrapped up considering how many times Jean gets called to the med bay in the middle of the night.

“Tell me everything you know.”

Logan half panicked. He didn’t actually know anything. “I don’t really know. I talked to her briefly at the bar but that’s it.”

Green eyes flashed up at him, then back down. Jean knew what he was doing. “Did you sleep with her yet?”

He didn’t really know why THAT was relevant. 

“No, she rejected me too.” Well, that was a bit bitter. Logan corrected himself. Not the time. “Uh, fuck, she’s a mutant.”

Jean stopped, then dropped her shoulders as she deadpanned. “I couldn’t tell.” She could get a little snarky when under stress, so Logan let that roll off his back and she hooked you up to some monitors.

“She got into a bar fight, one guy hit her over the head with a stool, that's when she blacked out. Another kicked her face before I got there. One to the nose, one to the forehead.”

Jean nodded, this was the information she needed. 

“Steal toed books by the looks of it, got her pretty good. Anything else?”

“She turned blue a little after passing out, and she’s a beta.”

She placed her hands over the woman's body. “She probably can hide her mutation if she’s conscious about it. Knocking her out took away that defense.”

Just then, Scott entered the room, finally catching up. You’d think with those long legs he’d be faster, but running isn't his strong suit. “How is she?”

“Stable, but I need one of you to put the gauze on her head, she’s still bleeding.” Scott found the materials needed and applied gentle pressure. “Heart rate is good, but she’s unconscious still. Logan how long has it been?”

“45 minutes maybe?”

She swears under her breath. “Well, that’s not great. Let me get into her head.” After a few minutes, she relaxes a little bit. “Okay. Not traumatic brain injury. It’s a moderate concussion. She’ll need some rest but she’ll be okay, it seems.”

“Any sign of a healing factor?” Scott asks, but Jean shakes her head.

“If it is, it’s nothing like yours,” She nods to Logan. “or even Remy. Or like Remy, she needs to be conscious about it.” Jean put down her hands. “There’s not much I can do right now. It’s best to let her wake up naturally, unless this goes longer than a day. I’ll keep monitering-”

Your eyes flashed open, blue and glowing lightly, gasping a little for breath. When you saw Logan and Scott of one side of the bed, the confusion grew to panic. “Shit!” You try to roll off the bed, away from them, but are either too out of it still or too tied up in monitors to make it far. You fall, and Jean catches you. Logan moved to go to you, but Scott held him back. Logan didn’t know why

“Hey, hey it’s alright, you’re safe here.” You calm more after seeing her, letting Jean sit you down.

When you look up at Scott and Logan again, you lock eyes with the older man. To their surprise, you roll your eyes, “Oh great. This fucking guy again.”

If Logan was being honest, he didn’t like you very much.

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thank you so so much for giving this a chance!!!I had a lot of fun writig this, which isn't something ive said a lot lately.

I originally was on my drive back from my parents like "i wanna write omegaverse" it was originally gonna be a lot more serious, but as i was planning and thinking it just ended up having a sillier vibe.

It will still have more serious themes here and there, but nothing like what i usually do. Im very nervous. The most lighthearted series ive ever done was the DBF joel series but that was more a series of one shots. And awakening was goofy and silly sometimes but was also pretty heavily about the beauty of coming out later in life, finding yourself, exploring sexuality, and deep trust.

This fic is playing on the rom com vibes. Idiots in love. Enemies to lovers. I hope you guys like it. Prinny says she think it'll be good for me to have something lighter, considering how much dark fics and dark themes i do.

I know I was talking about the series with my OC sadie summers and logan and thats still in the works, but there were some kinks i needed to work out that I havn't yet before i can go foreward. Fen and I are almost done with IYWBW, and when that done ill start on the benny miller x oc series for the final installment of Leather and lace universe!!!

and eventually, EVENTUALLY i will get that final chapter of ROF done. its just HARD (like my dick)

peace and love girlies (gn)

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(DCxDP) Drowning in formaldehyde (Pt. 2)

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Tw: canon-typical violence (Batman), emetophobia at one point

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1)

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Danny sat in the back of one of the transport trucks currently on the way to Arkham, his hands in his lap.

So far, everything was going to plan.

About a quarter of the team had gotten themselves admitted into Arkham in the days leading up to the raid, carefully sneaking in supplies and weapons for both themselves and the rogues they were going to free.

Half of the team was on trucks, ready to storm the building with their fancy new tech. A couple others were keeping an eye out for the Bats, and the last one was holed up in a recently condemned building, ecto-modified sniper rifle in hand, ready to fire.

Danny’s hands were cold.

He hadn’t always run cold, from what he remembered. Even after he died—hell, even after he started developing his ice powers—he had always been warm.

Now, though, his body was freezing.

Maybe it was because of the ecto siphoning he and Derringer had done the day before.

He couldn’t make the ecto guns work without fueling them, after all, and the only ectoplasm he had access to was the stuff inside his body. So, he had Derringer hook him up to a GiW machine and filter the ecto out of his blood.

The process was excruciating.

Not only did he get light-headed from the loss of fluids, the machine also chilled his blood considerably during the filtering process, and when it was pumped back into his body, it was freezing. Derringer had to cover him with heating pads and thick blankets to get him to stop shaking.

Still, that had been a little over eighteen hours ago, so that probably wasn’t it.

Maybe it was just another side affect of his time with the GiW.

Overuse of his ghostly wail, he had realized earlier, was the reason that he had lost his voice permanently. Maybe he had accidentally used his ice too many times the same way, and now his body was irrevocably changed. Maybe warmth was just another tiny privilege he had taken for granted, that had now been lost forever.

Danny stared down at his hands.

Maybe his body had just given up entirely on keeping him warm, on pretending to be human.

“Kid, you alright? We’re almost there.”

Derringer’s voice snapped Danny out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Danny signed, “just tired. And cold.”

“We’ve got to get you a jacket, kid,” Derringer said, “it’s not even winter and I already have to worry about you freezing to death.”

“I died a long time ago, it’s fine.”

“No,” one of the other men in the truck drawled, “it means you’ve got to be extra careful. You’ve got a second chance at living, so you better not screw it up.”

“What did he say?”

“Danny thinks that because he’s died before, he doesn’t need to worry about freezing to death.”

The truck went quiet for a few moments. Most of the guys in there didn’t know he had died before. He didn’t exactly like to advertise the fact.

“I have a cousin who had a heart attack, and it only made his heart worse,” one of the guys near the front of the truck offered.

“See, kid?” Derringer said, “I’m right. As soon as this is over, you’re getting a jacket.”

Danny crossed his arms, slumping over in his seat with a huff.

A few moments later, a loud clang echoed through the truck. Danny jolted, almost falling out of his seat.

The door opened, the driver looking at them with boredom written all over his face.

“Alright, up and at em. It’s go time,” he mumbled, smacking the door loudly for emphasis. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can leave.”

They all stood, hopping out of the truck and making their way to the fence line.

Danny moved his hand to the bandolier on his chest, fingers brushing against the small ecto-bombs he had attached to it.

There were five of them, their bodies made of tempered glass and black steel, and they glowed a sickly green in the night. They were designed mainly for combat; he had a few larger ones meant to blow a hole in a wall in his backpack, which was securely zipped shut.

His hand then drifted to the holster on his left side, and the ecto-gun nestled securely within it.

Most of his parents’ inventions were far too big and bulky to be practical in any real combat setting, so he had downsized them considerably. The weapon he had was modeled after a standard glock pistol, matte black paint covering the GiW white of the gun’s body.

The gun should be able to fire around fifty shots a minute without overheating, which was more than enough for Danny. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to fire a single round tonight. However, for whatever reason, the words should and hopefully didn’t inspire much confidence in him.

Danny followed the group as they snuck up to the facility, Derringer by his side.

Originally, neither of them were going to go on the raid, but someone on the patient list had caught Danny’s eye, so he decided he would investigate in person. Derringer was just along for the ride because Mr. Cobblepot wasn’t willing to lose an asset as valuable as Danny.

Danny would make it up to the bodyguard later, he decided.

Entering Arkham was, all things considered, pretty easy. Mr. Cobblepot had connections to a few of the orderlies, and it was all too easy to convince them to “forget” a few steps in setting up the security system for the night.

However, since nothing can ever just be simple, they ran into an unexpected patrol of nightshift guards just a few minutes after all splitting up to find the rogues.

Danny and Derringer were able to take them down pretty quickly, but not before they sounded the alarms. And, according to a few guys on the comms, they weren’t the only ones to run into guards where they shouldn’t be.

“They must have changed their patrols,” Derringer huffed, spinning the pistol in his hands, “c’mon, let’s go see about freeing our good friend Victor Fries.”

Danny nodded, scampering after the man as he sprinted through the halls.

The inmates, who had woken up from the loud alarm’s continuous blaring, shouted at them from their cells. Danny’s pulse was loud in his ears, drowning everything out.

Distantly, he wondered if those guards were going to die. Maybe they were dead already.

He supposed that it didn’t really change much if they were.

Soon, they were at the cell. It was custom-built to hold Mr. Freeze, constantly kept at subzero temperatures to avoid killing him.

Derringer hefted his bag off of his back, pulling out the suit and freeze gun that Mr. Cobblepot had procured. As he did so, Danny took a few of the larger ecto-bombs and placed them on the joints of the door.

They carefully moved away, putting some distance between themselves and the door, and Danny detonated it.

The explosion was loud. It shook the entire building, the shockwave knocking Danny to the floor.

Danny brought his hand up to his safety goggles, yanking a small piece of metal shrapnel out of them and dropping it on the floor. He was dimly aware of more pieces sticking out of his kevlar suit. Derringer was similarly peppered with metal, luckily uninjured as well.

They had come from the body and mechanism of the bomb, he realized. He’d have to fix that later.

Mr. Freeze emerged from the cell a few moments later, a scowl on his face. Derringer quickly shoved the suit and freeze gun into his hands and he retreated back into the cell for a few moments, getting dressed.

“I could have died from that, you know,” he hissed. “Killed by some amateurs with shoddy explosives.”

“The Penguin sent us,” Derringer said, ignoring the man’s clear annoyance, “our getaway car is outside. If you’d come with us…”

Mr. Freeze nodded sternly.

“Hurry up, then.”

Derringer and Danny hurried out, Mr. Freeze right behind them. Then, at a certain hallway, Danny paused.

He had to check.

“Kid,” Derringer barked, “we have to go.”

Danny shook his head.

“You go,” he signed, hands trembling, “I have to check.”

“Oh, what’s the problem now?” Mr. Freeze asked, his frown more pronounced by the minute.

“Danny…” Derringer sighed, “Danny thinks his sister might be in here. He hasn’t seen her in years. It’s the whole reason he was a part of the Arkham raid, actually.”

Mr. Freeze paused for a moment.

“Well, lead the way, then,” he said, clearly regretting his words as soon as he said them. Danny just nodded, scurrying forward, the other two men close behind him.

They came to the right cell quickly. Danny looked in through the glass, and he felt a piece of himself shatter.

That was Jazz, his sister, sitting in a padded wall wearing a straightjacket and a muzzle.

She didn’t bother looking up at them as they arrived, not stirring even when Danny slammed his hands on the door to get her attention.

Shakily, he attached an ecto-bomb to the door, hoping with all his might that she wouldn’t get hurt.

The door blew open, and Danny rushed in.

Jazz’s head swiveled to look up at him, her eyes narrowed.

He slipped the goggles up and his bandanna down, exposing his face as he came to kneel beside her.

Slowly, her expression shifted to shock.

“Jazz,” he creaked, his broken vocal chords cracking painfully as he spoke, “it’s me.”

She looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Danny?”

He nodded, pulling her into a hug, careful not to let the shrapnel dig into her skin.

“I thought you were…”

“Very heartwarming,” Mr. Freeze snapped, “but now isn’t the time. We’ve got to go, now.”

Jazz nodded, leaping to her feet. Danny stood as well, slipping his mask and bandanna back on, and grabbing onto one of her arms for support.

They left the cell, Danny doing a double-take as he saw the frozen-over pathway that they had just come from. He looked to Mr. Freeze, tilting his head questioningly.

“There were guards,” he said flatly. “Now hurry up, we need to get out of here.”

Derringer grabbed the two of them, dragging them along as he sprinted through the hallways. They had to take a bit of a detour, coming out of the main entrance instead of the side one they had entered.

Unfortunately, there was an active gunfight going down.

Danny was roughly pulled behind a desk, just barely dodging a few rounds.

His hands shook as he pulled a small ecto-bomb from his bandolier, priming it and throwing it at a small grouping of night guards. They cried out as the pure ectoplasm collided with them, covering their bodies in burns.

The smell, while familiar to Danny, was still horrific.

They took a few shots off at the night guards, trying to take them down. Their group was efficient, but with the rate they were going at, it wasn’t going to be enough. Only adding to that, the gun Mr. Cobblepot had prepared for Mr. Freeze had broken after just a few uses, leaving them unable to create an ice wall.

Then, Danny heard the sound of a gun’s safety being turned off behind them, and his vision went white.

He grabbed onto Jazz and Derringer, making them intangible right as the night guard opened fire.

Waves of nausea hit him all at once and he doubled over, his vision swimming. Danny was only dimly aware of Jazz taking the guard down with a high kick right to the head, and Derringer pulling him into a protective hold.

Ignoring everything, he pulled the last of the large bombs from his bag, throwing it into the air, pulling everyone behind the desk.

The entire room went white.

Danny’s ears rung as he scrambled out from behind the reception desk, dragging Jazz with him.

Luckily, none of the hired hands on his team had gotten injured, but the guards…

Danny looked away, trying to ignore the taste of bile in his mouth.

It was fine. He was fine. Everything would be okay.

The next few minutes were a blur. He knew that he had puked only a few seconds after they had left the building, and that Derringer had picked him up afterwards, carrying him to the truck with Mr. Freeze and Jazz in tow.

Danny’s entire body was wracked with tremors, an unbearable phantom pain passing through the still-healing surgical wounds in his head and torso like lightning. He dry-heaved, shivering uncontrollably.

They drove off soon after. Luckily, no one had been left behind. Someone, probably Derringer, helped Danny rinse out his mouth and got him a bottle of water to drink, wrapping him in his jacket.

As soon as the truck doors were opened within one of Mr. Cobblepot’s safehouses, Danny became aware of the sound of wailing.

Hopping out of the truck, most of his mind still far away, he saw a man being rolled out of the room on a stretcher. He was one of the people who had been on the other truck, Danny realized.

Beside him was a teenager, probably only a few years younger than Danny, who was screaming and crying uncontrollably. They wailed at Mr. Cobblepot, who only stood there with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“Oh shit,” Derringer breathed. Danny pulled on his sleeve, tilting his head at him questioningly.

“The guy on the stretcher, that’s his sibling.”

Danny just stared, a hollow feeling deep in his chest.

Jazz, her arms now freed from the straightjacket, pulled him away from the scene. Danny let her.

—

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

Every once in a while I think about Adrinette and am just overcome with love again.

It would have been SOOOOO easy to make it cliche and simple. Marinette is a shy little fashion designer. Adrien is a model for her fashion idol/favorite brand. It would have been so simple to say “he represents everything she wants in the world and her dream future so of course she daydreams about being In His World and having him as a beautiful model boyfriend.” And it still would have been so fun and cute!!!!

But INSTEAD!!!! Instead this show said.

Marinette took One look at this boy and went. “Good LORD not another pretty person. There was a time I had an open heart but now I am THIRTEEN and know how the world is. BEGONE. Begone you horrid little demon. I will not stand for your evil little games. I am a Mature Woman so i KNOW that you and your stupid little pretty-boy facade and your extravagant wealth are just tools that you use to get what you want and you don’t think your actions have consequences but GUESS WHAT. I’m a human being. Now SCRAM.”

And then he Did. And then later that day he came crawling back to her like “hi. hi hi hi. Sorry for bothering you I just??? Don’t know what I did wrong??? And like i’m not… you’re allowed to be mad it’s fine I probably messed up!!! I’m not making excuses!!! I just???? Can you please tell me so I can fix it??? Please I’ve never had friends before and you seem sooooo cool and I really really want you to like me and I’ll do literally anything,.. here take my umbrella it’s fine i’ll just get soggy… i just want you to be okay. Please like me”

and it worked so well she was like “Okay. Change of plans. I’m not gonna kill him I decided he might be redeemable” and then she went home and IMMEDIATELY started planning their wedding and just forgot the step of Telling Him She Didn’t Hate Him Anymore and also the step of Proposing and went straight to planning their fiftieth anniversary family reuinion party with all their grandkids.

And THEN!!!!! There’s this whole arc when they finally DO date???? Like????? She’s part of the reason he quits modelling. She’s like “the fashion world is HORRIBLE to you” and yet it doesn’t make her give up she’s like. “I could do better though.”

Like. Instead of giving us “marinette likes adrien because he gives her an Opening into her dream future” (which would STILL be so good and girl power and all of it) this show gives us “marinette likes adrien and he shows her the flaws in the fashion world and she gives him a way OUT. AND he gives her the motivation to go against every barrier and fix an entire industry so that The Horrors don’t happen again and so she can make the world as pretty and perfect as it is in her middle school daydreams.” She likes him bc he shows her that there is good even in the darkest places and that you CAN choose to be kind and that the world is fixable and that she has the power to make her dreams come true and that her dreams are important. and I’m just. I’m so feral about this show how does it keep DOING this

[artist-issues]

BAM SURPRISE you are the head writer at Disney or whatever (the entire corporation for all their companies and movies, not just Disney animated) for one week and anything that you do during that time cannot be changed/altered later. What are you doing

Oh geez

Okay, besides torching all the sin-affirming stuff they do—

I would mandate that no more Live Action Remakes be made. Like, ever. I would cancel all upcoming sequels. I would force only Walt Disney Animation Studios and Pixar Studios to work on new animated films coming out—no utilizing the studio in Vancouver or outsourcing the work to AI or Japan or anywhere outside the U.S.

I would do that in the hopes that the animators who understand our specific culture would be forced to meet the challenges posed by new projects, instead of taking computer-generated-AI shortcuts to solving hard-art problems. And, when they make a movie that takes inspiration from other cultures, it forces them to learn about those cultures, themselves. Then, when they make movies, their unique American-in-Fill-in-the-Blank-Culture perspective adds depth, flavor, and my favorite thing, earnestness, to the design of the movie.

Next! I would hire Chris Sanders back. I would pay him literally anything he wanted. Probably by selling all our holdings in Marvel, because Marvel is dead as a doornail.

With that cash flow I would also LOWER THE PRICES TO GET INTO DISNEY WORLD AND DISNEY LAND. The prices get lowered. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care if the whole company goes belly-up because I did that; I would drop the prices considerably to get into the parks. And to get Resort Packages. And then I’m jacking up the prices for the overseas parks.

Know what else I would do? Fix the Yeti in Expedition Everest, add the Hatbox Ghost into the Haunted Mansion, and blitz social media telling everyone about it. While I’m there I’ll make a post about how we’re destroying Genie+ and the Lightning Lanes. Utterly gone. Nobody gets to purchase cut-in-line time slots. Everybody waits in line together. Because guess what, forcing the normal-people line to completely halt while you let traffic from the gave-up-my-firstborn-to-purchase-a-faster-line-experience line go first every three minutes is CAUSING the wait times FOR BOTH to get LONGER, tricking people into purchasing “faster” line experiences that are actually still horrifyingly slow, and ruining the already-overpriced day for everybody involved.

Ahem.

Meanwhile, we’re getting that money back, because I’m putting Chris Sanders on a brand new project; he’s going to pitch me two ideas. One idea is all his own, it can be anything he wants. The other has to be an adaptation of The Firebird fairy tale. But he can be as liberal as he wants with the details, like he was for Beauty & the Beast.

He gets to direct his own, obviously, but since directing two projects would be really hard, I would bring in Roger Allen and Rob Minkoff to handle The Firebird.

Once we have the money, I’m funding four new projects in Disney World. The first is, Pizza Planet is becoming the new restaurant at Disney Springs.

The second is, the Rock n Rollercoaster is getting replaced by Phineas & Ferb’s coaster—just in time for the new season to come out on Disney+!

The third is; Avatar: The Way of Water-themed Resort which connects to the park, but guests may only cross over into the theme park during special After-Hours, when regular guests have had to leave because it’s closed. But it would be over the water, and have its own water park.

There are those indestructible glass windows making holes in the floor and the sides, and the rooms are all suspended over real water (with carefully-constructed foliage so that even though it feels open to the air like in the movie you actually have complete privacy, nobody can see into the rooms. And we’ll add curtains for the faint of heart, whatever) The windows in the floor double as screens which you can turn off or on; if the screens are on, a randomized animated loop fools the eye so that every once in a while, Avatar characters and marine life swim by or interact with guests.

Fourth thing in Disney World: additions to all the lands they’ve hobbled together in the last twenty years.

For example, New Fantasyland gets a Tangled ride where you’re following Rapunzel’s hair trail through the environments of the movie, and you and Flynn Rider are trying to catch up to her; but at certain crossroads the people in the vehicle can choose between multiple paths for your ride vehicle to travel down. This way, you and your party can be racing one another, so there’s an element of competition like there is in Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger Spin.

Also! Galaxy’s Edge gets walk-around droids, two new hangout-style open-air restaurants, and an elaborate playground area made up of of nets, rope courses, and simple alien animatronics like you’re exploring a Resistance Base that was constructed by Ewoks.

Dinoland U.S.A. Is scrapped (except for the Dinosur Ride which is relocated) to make room for The Pridelands. You heard me. You thought I was going to say Zootopia, but no, that’s not jungly enough for Animal Kingdom.

The Pridelands has another the-most-elaborate-playground-in-the-world section, which is huge and sprawly, and full of things like fake tunnels which connect to the hollow skulls of elephants in an elephant-graveyard section, with screens made to look like windows that peer down into the geyser-bubbling lair of Scar. And of course there’s a Pride Rock, but it’s made like Rapunzel’s tower, so it looks far away in perspective, and occasionally an animatronic Zazu hops out onto the ledge, looks around, and hops away, or Simba prowls out, roars, and backs up out of sight again. Like a giant incredible cuckoo clock.

There are three rides to start with. One is a zany Timon-and-Pumbaa ride/game where you’re basically doing the Space-Ranger-Spin thing, looking for grubs. Another is a rollercoaster called “Escape the Stampede” and you’re basically hurtling along as if you’re galloping just ahead of the wildebeest in the gorge.

The third is a walkthrough of the events of the film, but with Avatar-level-advanced animatronics and hyenas come lurching out from behind things to snap at you.

The Pridelands has two restaurants; one is counter-service and it’s called “Timon & Pumbaa’s Grub Hub” and it’s all pasta bars, and Mac-n-cheese, so you can pretend you’re slurping up grubs if you’re a kid. The other is a reservation-only restaurant made to look like the beautiful forest Timon & Pumbaa live in, with built-in waterfall features and a ceiling that changes color and lighting effects to look like a starry sky or a dazzling sunrise depending on the time of day. It’s very atmospheric and the idea is to go on dates there. There’s also live African music.

And we’ll relocate the Festival of the Lion King here, too.

I’d also make a video game that is open-world and online-multiplayer, like Destiny, BUT it’s an elaborate retro-futuristic world with its own story based on Tomorrowland. The story would be impacted by what the players all around the world choose to do in-majority, and I’ll have three or four different routes it can go—but the main thrust of the game’s long, ongoing plot is a metaphor for the hard, passionate work of being innovative versus the dangers of cutting corners to make a profit in the name of “progress.”

For our Live-Action Department, they’re going to be working on a new series of Westerns based loosely on Big Thunder Mountain. It will be a trilogy, and it will star Matt Lanter as the hero, villain-character played by Chris Pratt, and Tim Allen (Tim Allen is Matt Lanter’s estranged father.) When they’re done with that they get to make a Space Mountain movie starring Letitia Wright. That’s what our Live Action Department gets to work on—original dramas based, if anything, on our original theme park attractions that nobody else in the world has.

And for our television studio, Tom Bancroft and his brother Tony are hired to make an animated series called “Escape Schism” and it’s about a young girl who discovers she has the ability to escape her dystopian-future world by jumping through television screens into movies. Each movie is a loose parody of iconic movies in the real world. The catch is, she can only stay in those movie-worlds for one day, and she can only take one object from the movie-world back into the real world after each visit. Other characters include the little brother she’s always trying to protect from the dystopia of their reality, and her older sister who works as a detective for the evil corporation that’s functioning as the government.

It’s lighthearted, it gets great views.

Then I’d hire @doverstar to make a series on Disney+ as a sequel to Lilo & Stitch: the Series. It can be Stitch & Ani.

Then I’d put the guy who did The Lion Guard in charge of Disney Junior, spearheading two new shows—one is a show about Robin Hood and Maid Marion’s life before the events of the animated movie, and the other is an original show called “Gift Shop” and it’s about a gift-shop owner who is actually a fairy godmother, and has to figure out the exact-right gift to give the fairy tale characters who stop by every once in a while. But it’s told from the perspective of her pet owl, Dusty.

Aaaand finally I’d completely destroy the Haunted Mansion movie in favor of a new, three-part television-film, (like the ones they do on SyFy) told from the perspective of the Groundskeeper. In this treatment, a young man named Kyle is terrified of really making the most of his life because of a fear of failure. He made one big mistake and it cost the family their ancestral home when he was a senior in college, and he can’t get over it. He becomes groundskeeper of the Haunted Mansion because of the exorbitant amount of money offered to do the job, thinking it can help him buy back the family house. Instead, he encounters the Hatbox Ghost—who enlists the new Groundskeeper’s help adventuring to break the control Constance Hatchaway has over the 999 Haunts living there. The Hatbox Ghost and she used to be in love. Kyle has to help them solve that in order to free himself from the position as Groundskeeper—but he thinks there’s something the Hatbox Ghost isn’t telling him.

While we’re at it, I’d remake Wish and The Rise of Skywalker. Because nobody can undo what I’m doing but I can undo what they did, right?

[wyervan]

Heyy, I really wanted to say how obsessed I'd been with your DCA Slasher Au! I LOVE the designs, the little things you tell us about them and all of that. It's really really cool. I also like A LOT your art style🫂

Also I wanted to share from here some doodles I'd been doing because I'm really embarrassed to share them in my blog but whateverr. As I say.. loved the designs and obviously I had to draw them with my baby (He has seen the horrors)

Also I'm not really sure if you already answered this (feel free to ignore it if so) but..

- Are you planning to make it a fic? Like in Ao3 or some sort of. Or maybe comics or short chapters?

- Are you telling us/showing us more of The Glamrocks in the story?

- What is the relation between Vanessa and Star/y/n?? Friends, It is casual? I really really like Vanessa and if you are ok with it could you tell us what does she thinks of Sun and Moon?

Anyways thank youu you are so cool yay people cheered🫂🫂👏💚

omg you like my style?? No I like your style dude. It’s feels so down to earth? Genuine? You got some great gesture happening in your lines. And you make me laugh 😝

I am planning on doing a fic! But I don’t have the full plot figured out 🤔. I have this fear that if I start writing and publishing chapters without knowing all the details, later on I’ll find out there’s a big plot hole. And then I sweep the rug out from people by going back and needing to change what I’ve already written.

I know though that my own perfectionism often holds me back so I should probably just slap myself on the ass and get to writing at least the first two chapters. I have a very clear idea of how they’ll go.

Yes it would be going on AO3 (as soon as i figure out the tagging culture over there). I will ofc be continuing to do short comics and illustrations alongside any writing.

I’m actually in the middle of doing some design exploration with the Glamrocks rn! Hopefully I’ll be able to share some sketches with you guys by the end of the weekend~~ They are side characters but I want them to be more than just fluff or cameos, ya kno what I mean?

Ahh~~ and Vanessa, nobody’s asked about her yet :3c. I do in fact see her and y/n Star as becoming aquatinted, perhaps to the surprise of both of them!

Vanessa is a cop! Disappearances around town have put a lot of pressure on her small department and she’s had to pay the arcade a visit more than once to take routine statements on a couple of the missing people.

Her presence around the arcade puts Smoon on edge for obvious reasons, though she has no idea why. For now she chalks it up to the general anxiety people get around police and… they’re just… strange men.