#whit ask blog

[marune2]

Wo I think abaut gender swap‘s I did write my oc as the other gender as in original so ask on you all what’s the aquat‘s situation you oc would have whit other if the gender of all get’s swap’s 🧐

[nullusreimorio]

Degrees of Lewdity AU: Actor AU

Yes, you heard that right, folks! DoL:ActAU will now be a thing in my blog.

Re-reading this made my brain go BRRRR, because in my head a random person getting their costume's head off is that funny, and from there it all spiraled down.

The Whitney breaks Syd's glasses scene in particular is stuck in my head, because I imagine that at some point, right before Whit can grab the glasses, Syd would scream to wait, making Whit shit himself cuz dude what is happening. The director screams cut, of course. "I'm so sorry, these are my real glasses-" while laughing, and taking them off to give into custody before putting on the props, with Whitney just wheezing in the background.

The genderbent version of LIs would mostly be people that really resemble each other, except for the Kylar duo. They are twins who love to scare other people by just staring at them (it is a running inside joke on set).

Bailey is actually a sweet parental figure off-character, always making sure he didn't actually hurt the other actors (think Jason Isaac in Harry Potter as he switches between the cruel Lucius Malfoy and actually caring for Tom Felton, asking him if he's ok and apologizing when he did in fact hurt him by accident)

Another running gag on set is Harper just.. being there. Smiling at everyone with cold eyes, bombing pictures and selfies. Sometimes they stay in the background of the scene, looking directly at the camera. They say it's funnier to stay in character. Off-character they are very fun to be around, but they enjoy unsettling people. Them and the Kylars are sometimes banned from being in the studio if the scene doesn't need them.

GH got tangled up in the fly system. Everyone laughed and took pictures and videos, but promptly eliminated them at GH's request. They are shy.

The Averys enjoy their role very much. What they don't enjoy is having to drink grape juice or scented water instead of actual alcohol. They do get a nice glass of wine once off-set are over.

Whenever the Wrens are in the studio, F!Whit, M!Robin, the Wrens, F!BW, the Edens, F!Avery and the Baileys get a bit too much into playing cards. Blackjack, Durak, Scopa, Rummy, Machiavelli... the list could go on. They always manage to rope technicians to play with them as well.

Everyone hates the Kylars because their makeup doesn't need much time, while everyone else (ESPECIALLY GH, BW and IW) need enough time to always look polished/roughed up, depending on the situation.

M!Jordan is actually atheist, and whenever he has to talk like a true Christian guy, once his line is over he mocks himself. He enjoys wearing his costume off-set just for shits and giggles, and other actors often visit him in the confessional just to say "I'm sorry daddy, I've been naughty~" "Jail for a hundred years. NEXT"

F!Jordan and Ivory Wraith are actually cousins, and sometimes M!Jordan and Ivory Wraith swap costumes to see if there is any difference other than Jordan's massive tits.

Aaaand that's it, for now! As of now this is how far my brain thought while in the middle of exams, I will slowly add more into it. I don't know if it was already done, but thinking about these jackasses actually play-pretending makes me feel better ^^

[balltons]

minors + ageless blogs dni

johnny w/ kitty!reader

johnny never really thought of himself to be a cat person, till garrick dropped you into him and simon’s lives. it took a while to get used to you, your reluctance to listen, how you would bother them to no end, and breaking all their shit (he remember when simon yanked you away from the shelf, blabbering curses and insults as you tried to push the big glass of all the dirt and sand they collected from their ops together).

still, someway somehow you wormed your way into their hearts, making room for yourself in this space that was supposed to home only them.

it’s been a month since you’ve become part of their family. currently, simon is out on a mission. reconnaissance, which isn’t long but its still enough to leave johnny aching and antsy. for once in their lives you’re not being a nuisance, making yourself scarce by staying trapped in your room. they spoil like you that, their pretty kitty.

now that he thinks about it, johnny hasn’t seen you for a long while. in fact, your food bowl remains untouched, all the meat and veggies he placed in there still there. you’re not known for disappearing for hours on end, clinging to their side or at least being in the same room as them.

did something bad happen to you? are you sick? do they need to take you to the vet? a million different questions run through his head as he walks over to your room, opening the door.

“kit?” he asks, looking through the dark room, his eyes adjusting almost immediately thanks to his training. the hallway light helps too, but he’s rather give himself the credit than some utility. as he opens the door wider, he can make out the small shape that is you under the sheets. it looks like you’re on all fours, and johnny prays you haven’t thrown up on your bed again.

he sighs, his shoulders dropping a bit knowing you’re alright. his hand reaches for blanket, and he clicks his tongue, “better nae hae barfed oan thos’ sheets kit, ah juist replaced them after a'” he states, pulling the blanket back, and nearly drops it as he does.

the sight before him isn’t at all what he expected to see. on one hand, he’s happy you didn’t throw up, but on the other..

you’re on all fours, though you’re on an elbow and the side of your cheek. since your body is angle, your, actually, johnny’s shirt is bunched up close to where your chest begins (he knows it’s his because he wore it when he went to the gym yesterday).

your shorts are gone, and he doesn’t have any time to wander where they are as he stares at the hand between your legs. you’re not even properly fingering yourself, your claws too long to try any penetration. instead, you just rub your clit furiously, frustrated mewls and whines displaying that it isn’t enough.

johnny’s heard about something like this happening to other cat owners, but they usually get spayed, or put them on suppressants. when gaz brought you to them, he assumed you were already fixed. turns out, he was wrong.

a loud whimper from your mouth draws johnny’s attention away from your pussy to your face, and his heart clenches at the sight of you all teary-eyed. it contrasts the neutral expression you display all the time, the only hint of emotion being the way your pupils dilate or shrink. how long have you been crying? he thinks it’s been a while, girls can’t get wet that easily in an hour (unless they’re with johnny or simon, if course).

“john-ny,” you struggle, and he nearly melts. it’s a rarity for you to speak, keeping your speech contained to little mewls and purrs. you only ever say something if you really need it, and from the looks of it, you need him.

he’s sitting on the bed by your head, hands coming up to cup your face and wipe the tears that leave your eye line. he forces you to sit on your knees, keeping it out of his line of view. as much as he’d like to stare, he needs to hear what you have to say first.

“a’m 'ere kit. ye dinnae git tae worry anymair just.. tell me whit's wrong,” he takes a deep breath in between, squeezing your face in an attempt to not squeeze something else. you continue to sniffle, looking up into his eyes. he has a hard time finding your irises, your eyes looking similar to the void rather than the pretty color he grew to know and love.

he notes how warm you are under him, and a part of him worries that you run a fever, till you begin to speak again, “h-hurts johnny, hurts’ lot,” you mumble, leaning further into his touch. he has half an idea where it could be hurting, but johnny’s just so eager to hear you speak, to watch your lips form around different words. “aye? where does it hurt, kit? kin ye tell me? show me?” he almost doesn’t hear himself, the sound of his blood pumping making him near deaf.

you give him a shy look, as if hesitant to let him help you. he’s about to reassure, tell you that it’s all okay and he’ll do anything to help, but then you lean back, sitting on your bum and spreading your legs. he can see just how wet you really are, the creamy arousal that coats your cunt, juices already staining the mattress. johnny’s jaw nearly drops, and he feels his arms hang heavy at his sides as he listens to you speak.

“been hurting so long..” you snivel, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, “i-i never felt like this ‘cause the vets always had meds and- and-“ johnny feels his heart grow tighter. you never experienced one? it has to be a lie. still, even if it is, it must’ve been a long time since you’ve been like.. this.

his eyes dart between your pussy and your face, wondering what he should do. he knows the easiest way is to help you, but something holds him back. for one thing, you’re a pet, not a person (even if you are technically half, johnny doesn’t like to think about the biology). it would be wrong to touch you like that. and even if it wasn’t, he’s a married man. simon has just begun to like you. he’s sure if he helped you, you’d become a stray the moment simon got home from deployment. doesn’t matter if johnny doesn’t tell him, the man can figure out near anything.

johnny sighs, repressing his own urges as he begins to get off the bed, “a’right, i’ll see if i kin head to th' vet real quick 'n' git some suppressants,” and he’s ready to leave at that. ready to close and lock the door on this forever.

but you just have to reach out with your wet hand, claws digging into his wrist.

“can’t wait, johnny,” you pout, looking up at him with those wet and pleasing eyes of yours, “need it now.”

any thoughts of getting you suppressants exit his mind, all his blood running to his prick.

after all, it’s his duty as your owner to take care of you, simon will understand. plus, it’s been a while since he sunk himself in such a wet hole.

——

simon shrugs off his mask as he steps inside his suite. well, less a suite and more like a glorified cell. it’s a day’s drive from the base to the house, but he needs a bit of a breather anyway before he gets back to johnny and the cat (you). he runs a hand over his dog tags, finding comfort in brushing against the ring that sits beside them.

he collapses back onto his bed, getting out his cellphone and thumbing through the notifications. there’s a few messages from johnny that just delivered since he can access his phone now, but his eyes flick to a notification from his security app, one of their cameras capturing excessive movement in the house. alarms ring in his head as simon registers that the alert appeared an hour ago, and he clicks it to check the state of the house. his blood runs cold at the prospect of johnny or you being hurt.

but then, it becomes warm when he sees just what the excessive movement is.

ironically, johnny has you in doggy, one hand digging into the fat of your hips as he slams himself home over and over into your kittycunt. the other keeps a firm grip on your tail, yanking at the poor appendage so you meet his hips at the same brutal pace. however, you don’t seem to mind the pain, in fact, you enjoy it.

he can barely see your irises, eyes so far rolled back that all he can register is white. your tongue is lolled out, looking more like a drooling dog rather than the passive kitty he’s come to know. and the sounds-

skin slapping on skin, johnny’s grunts and growls, your high-pitched moans and mewls. he thinks that’s all there is, till her hears johnny speak.

“aye, lik' that, kit? hah, just wantit tae be f-fucked lik' a bitch in heat feel better, is that a' ye wantit?” he groans, talking down to you like some dumb animal rather than their adored housepet. and all you can do is nod your head, incomprehensible sounds of pleasure begging for more.

at that, he clicks his tongue, moving closer to you. he practically blankets your back, letting go of your tail in favor to wrap an arm around your waist. seems you would collapse otherwise because you go limp in his hold. simon doesn’t blame you, even for him johnny can be a bit hard to carry. his mouth comes up to your ear, but he doesn’t bother lowering his voice.

“bet you'd feel even better if ah breed ye, lik' th' sound o' that?” at your moan, johnny lets out a strained chuckle, and simon can tell you tightened at the sound of that, “need wurds, kit, cannae hae yer kittycunt do a' th' talking,” he demands, moving his hand to grasp one of your tits rather than your side.

you manage to come back a bit at that, blinking slowly as you open your mouth, “w-wanna be br-bred, i- ah, wanna be bred please johnny-“ the last bit contorts into a whine as johnny’s hips speed up, fucking you even faster.

the camera can barely pick up what he says, the sound of you two’s coupling overpowering any dialogue between the two. all he knows if that johnny has got you dumbed down to your basic instincts, but it seems you’ve done the same to him.

who knew that in getting you, simon would also get a dog too?

[drdtfuitgumies]

whit and arei go on vacation. the blog is now on indefinite hiatus; for now, there will be no more* posts and the inbox will be closed! (see below for full details)

i'm going to be a lot busier from here on out, so i thought that temporarily pausing this blog would be best. i've mentioned a few times that i expected to do daily posts until july at least, so it's all according to plan! also, drawing hasn't been very fun lately, so i felt a break was really needed

however, i still can manage drawing birthday posts for veronika (7/8) and david (9/8), and i should be able to do july 2024's summary, so august won't be completely empty

also, well. uh.

there are still asks sent all the way from May. i wasn't planning to at first, but i'll have to close the inbox as well! sorry! if you have any more funny situations to put these people through, you'll have to wait. i'll be expecting the most blessed, cursed, and blursed shitposts to await my return /j

thank you for all the support thus far, though; i'm not sure when, but hopefully i'll be back soon enough!! (august will probably be completely empty unless ch2p2 releases and i'm excited enough to draw something in celebration. unsure about what happens after)

lastly, as i promised, here's a canvas of every single drdt fuit gumy i've drawn from may 2024 to july 2024. there's a few extras you might be able to barely spot! i would like to upload it in its high-quality glory, but miro doesn't let you do that, and i think the scuffed quality adds to it. can you find your favorite situation?

[dollya-robinprotector]

I had to delete an ask about Robin interrupting other's funsies cuz that post and my blog was flagged but lol that's fucking hilarious so imagine:

"ALEX?? WHIT?! HELP THERE'S A STRANGER IN LYA'S BED AND HE wait do I know yyOU ARE FUCKING KYLAR NO NO NO STOP WHIT WHIT WHITT PLEASE KYLAR IS HERE HE HAS A KNIFE KYLAR IS HERE WHIT HELP-"

"Hey, sweetie, yeah I know I know sorry I know u guys said u had plans tonight but Whit is kinda having a panic attack rn so can you come over a lil bit? Yeah? Yeah you too Alex I don't really think I can calm him down as good as you two I'm honestly too sleepy..."

"WHIT??! DARLING?? WHERE ARE YOU SOME SHADY PEOPLE ARE DRAGGING ALEX OUT OF THE FARM I CAN'T FIGHT THEM HELP I THINK REMY SENT THEM!!"

As always, full at POIPIKU, No password.

[babyhatesreality]

The little one seems like a adventurous one.

What if they have placed to be and they are a little late. Bucky put you on his hip so you would run around all the time while they try to get everything ready to go.

But when Bucky wants to get the stairs down fast, maybe a little to fast, he is slipping whit you and now rushing the stairs in his behind all the way down.

And little ones reacting would be like „AGAIN?! I was flying!“ 🥺😂

While they both try to calm down

HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE

This request gave me life. And made me laugh so hard. I love it. <3

Time is a Flyin'

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader (featuring Bucky)

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated. 

He wouldn't look at the clock. He wouldn't look at the clock. He WOULDN'T look at the clock.

He looked at the clock.

Shit. Even later than he thought. Steve was gonna kill him.

"Baby, where are you?" Bucky hollered as he raced around the house. You suddenly popped up from the couch, the blanket slipping off your head.

"Here I yam!" you cheered. Bucky did a sudden about-face and raced back into the living room, making you giggle. You reached for him but squeaked in surprise when he hoisted you into his arms so fast the room became a blur.

"Listen up baby, Daddy's running really late to meet Papa," Bucky explained to you in a rush as he ran down the hallway, holding on to you tightly. "So I need best behaviors right now, okay?"

"Okay Daddy!"

"Good girl," Bucky muttered as he plopped you down on the bench by the front door and began quickly shoving your shoes on. He deliberately chose the ones with the velcro straps so he didn't have to waste time tying laces. He suddenly realized you weren't wearing a coat and just managed to catch the swear word before it left his lips.

"Bunny, go run and get your coat. Fast as you can, chop chop," he said, clapping his hands playfully at you. You squealed with delight at the new game and took off for your bedroom as Bucky flew back into the kitchen to refill your day bag with snacks. He cursed under his breath once he knew you were out of earshot; he just KNEW not refilling it immediately after yesterday's trip to the library was going to be a mistake.

He looked at the clock again. SHIT. He was so dead.

"Baby, got your coat?" he hollered loudly, throwing the backpack on and racing towards your room. He screeched to a halt in your doorway. You had put your jacket on, but had gotten distracted by your stuffies.

"Daddy can Jellybean come?" you asked innocently, turning to meet his eyes, but instead gave another squeak as Daddy swooped you up into his arms again.

"Not this time, Baby," he said, before giving you a long kiss on the temple to take the sting of not being able to bring your bunny along. "We gotta go meet Papa and fast, don't want Jellybean getting lost along the way." Knowing Daddy needed best behavior right now, you just sighed and waved to Jellybean as Daddy raced towards the front door.

"JARVIS, doors!" Bucky yelled as you approached. You heard the click of the locks right before Bucky practically ripped the door off its hinges, slamming it quickly. "Lock it up," Bucky ordered the AI as he ran down the hallway.

"JARVIS, PLEASE," you said deliberately, your voice jolting a bit as Bucky ran, which, in turn, made you giggle. You weren't allowed to run in the hallways- this was FUN.

"Of course, Mr. Barnes and Princess," JARVIS replied politely. You were already too far away to hear the clicking of the locks, but you knew JARVIS had it taken care of. You tried to pat Bucky on the cheek to get his attention as he huffed towards the elevator, but he was going so fast and you were bouncing so hard you accidentally smacked his forehead.

"Sorry Daddy!" you chirped when he gave you the side eye. "But did you see that I helped with the door??"

"Yeah, good job Princess," Bucky said with a quick grin, before focusing back on the path in front of him. He came to a halt right in front of the elevator. He mashed the button quickly, but it didn't light up. He pushed it again- nothing. "C'mon, c'mon," he muttered, practically putting his fist through the panel in his frustration.

"Excuse me, Mr. Barnes, but I'm sorry to inform you that the elevator is currently down for maintenance," JARVIS said apologetically.

"SHIT," Bucky hissed, then immediately held up one finger in front of your suddenly excited face. "Don't even think about it," he warned. "That's a no-no word."

"How's come all the fun words are no-no words? Dat's not fair."

"Life ain't fair, kiddo."

"Papa gonna wash your mouth out with soap, Daddy."

"I'll give you an extra cookie after dinner if you don't tell Papa what I said."

"DEAL!"

That having been settled, Bucky looked over at the stairway door. At least he managed to only think the swear word instead of saying it this time. He sighed heavily, and shoved open the door. He looked all the way down the stairwell. Your apartment was on one of the upper levels. It was going to take forever to walk down the stairs and make him even later and Steve was going to kill him even harder. He came up with a plan, but didn't have time to really think it through- except one thing.

Bucky's head snapped to you, looking you right in the eye. "Listen up, Private Baby," he said, using his Sergeant voice. You instantly paid attention, looking at him with wide eyes. "You hang on tight, you hear me? Don't let go for anything. I'm not gonna let you fall," he said firmly. "And don't you DARE try this on your own, got it?" You had no idea what he was talking about, but you were intrigued, to say the least. You had no fear of Daddy ever dropping you- he and Papa were the strongest in the whole world and you knew he would never let you go. So you did as he asked- you gripped him as hard as you could around his neck and locked your legs into place around his waist.

"Okay, Sergeant Daddy!"

The next thing you knew, you were flying through the air. Daddy was jumping over entire flights of stairs, holding on to you so tightly it took your breath away. Your focus kept snapping back and forth between the intense concentration on his face as he leaped and the whoosh of air blowing your hair back as the concrete stairs just disappeared underneath you. You were just completely at a loss for words or actions as you held on for dear life and the floors of the tower passed by in a blur.

Bucky finally made it to the ground floor where the garage was, and stopped. Super soldier or not, he needed a moment after that. Breathing hard, he craned his neck to look down at you. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, trying to regulate his breathing as he swallowed hard. You didn't answer for a moment, you just stared at the ground, then slowly turned your head to look at him. You blinked twice, but didn't say anything. "Baby?" he asked again, starting to panic a bit. "Are you okay?"

"AGAIN!!!" you suddenly screamed joyfully, catching him completely off guard. "AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!!!! DO IT AGAIN DADDY!!!!"

Bucky's face couldn't have been more shocked if he'd tried. "Wh-what?" he said stupidly, not believing what he was hearing.

"CAN WE DO IT AGAIN????" you begged, bouncing in his arms. "That was the mostest funnest thing ever!!! We was FLYING!!!" You were wiggling so hard in your sheer delight that YOU were now shaking HIM. "Can we please do it again??? I promise to be good forever!!! Please please please again again again!!!!"

Knowing he now had TWO big problems on his hands, Bucky just started storming towards their car, which, of course, was all the way at the other end of the floor. The world was against him today. "Listen, Trouble," he said. "You remember how I said we weren't telling Papa about the no-no word?"

"Yeah, and da cookie!"

"If you don't tell Papa about flying down the stairs like we just did, I will let you pick out three new stuffies this weekend."

"WOW!! Dis many??" you asked, delightedly holding up three fingers. He couldn't help but grin.

"You are so smart," he said, kissing the side of your head as he hurried. "Yup, that many. But you CANNOT tell Papa. You tell Papa and the deal's off, got it?"

"Got it!"

"It'll be our little secret about flying, okay?"

"Okay! I am really good at secrets about flying, Daddy! Like how it's a secret when Uncle Sam is watching me and we go flying around the city with his falcon wings."

"Wait- WHAT?!"

[batsplat]

Oh im obses whit your blog like you are such a great historian on vale and love the way you analys stuff admire the way of writing all of your toughs in such a corent way 🩷🩷🐹

this is so nice, thank you!! okay so this ask was initially sent in response to this post about how marc knew what a dick valentino was to his rivals and appreciated/wished to emulate that side of him, in particular in the context of copying the jerez pass. and... well, there is one more follow-up post to that I did want to make. it didn't really work within that post because it's pretty speculative, but I think it's fun! here goes

so you know argentina 2018, right, big drama, reconciliation over, bla bla (I promise this is going in a more fun direction, stick with me here). there's a bit of marc's post-race media scrum that I am a wee bit obsessed with. or well, two specific lines, one in english (0:00) and one in spanish (1:02) - I've included the full responses for context, but in this post I'm really only interested in those two lines

in english:

But he was in the past also 25 years old, and will remember, everybody.

and in spanish:

He has also been 25 years old and, well, I hope that people also remember.

... 25 years old, did you say?

okay, look, fair warning. the rest of this post is going to be reading too much into what was probably an off-handed comment - even if, I'd just like to point out, it is something he felt the need to say twice. but let's just have some fun here, and read too much into it. as a treat

so obviously the most generic way to read this is him saying 'well valentino used to be really aggressive on-track too, so people shouldn't be criticising me more than they did him'. thing is, I wouldn't say there was that much of a noticeable decline in how aggressive valentino was being, and 2017 did still feature some major scraps where valentino very much got his elbows out (cf assen and phillip island, I included a bit more detail on this in the marc race rec post). sure, valentino did increasingly have his reservations about some of the behaviour of younger riders, so maybe he was less aggressive now relative to the field... but I just don't feel like that's quite what this line is implying. it's also not about valentino making 'mistakes' in general, because there would have been no reason to refer back to past-valentino in that regard... the 25 year old version of valentino was considerably more error-free than the 39 year old

so then, my theory is that it's about valentino's controversies! that's what people "will remember", right - it's not the general style of riding, not just innocent mistakes, it's the times when valentino caused a bit of a stir on and off the race track. now, again, you could go the generic route here and say 'ah well maybe marc is just thinking of all the mess valentino got himself involved in when he was younger, from getting into a fist fight with max biaggi at age 22 to pissing off casey stoner through his aggressive riding at laguna at age 29'. but let's say for a moment that marc was thinking a bit more specifically than that... after all, if we're just talking about valentino controversies in general, surely marc should be able to think of a rather more recent example where valentino, like marc at argentina 2018, caused another rider to crash and was subsequently penalised for his riding? of course, marc probably didn't want to bring up that particular controversy - but it's still interesting he feels the need to refer back to a younger version of valentino at all, the fact that this crossed his mind in the first place to make him bring it up unprompted while making his case. so maybe when marc, who is after all a known valentino rossi fan, refers twice to what valentino was like at "25 years old"... he is in fact thinking of what valentino was like when he was 25 years old. and in what year would that be? well, here's the thing. it would be 2004

readers of the sete post can probably guess where I'm going with this, but let's just take a moment to review what specific on-track incidents marc could be thinking of here. let's give him a little bit of extra leeway in terms of the age, even though I trust marc to be more on top of the exact age gap than valentino was in times past. let's throw in one year either way, so 2003 to 2005, and draw up a list of any particularly controversial races valentino was involved in. here's what I've got:

assen 2004 - valentino executed a hard overtake for the win on the last lap on sete gibernau. he's not in complete control and almost loses the front at the next corner, which would have taken them both out

qatar 2004 - after his team rubber up his grid slot the night before, valentino gets slapped with a back-of-the-grid penalty. he ends up crashing out of the race and burns his relationship with sete in the aftermath

jerez 2005 - at a time when their relationship is already very chilly, valentino and sete engage in another duel. valentino executes a block pass with contact at the final corner and is booed by the crowd

motegi 2005 - the first chance to seal that year's title, and one valentino would very much have liked to take to spite honda. an unwise overtaking attempt on melandri leaves both on the ground

so, my guess is that neither assen nor motegi were really big enough controversies to fit the bill, though maybe they stuck in marc's mind as instances of 'reckless riding' that he includes in a more generic internal understanding of young valentino rossi. we do of course know for a fact that marc was more than aware of what happened at jerez 2005, not least because he, you know, directly copied that move twelve years later (again, link to the relevant post). like marc in argentina 2018, valentino barged into a rival in rather controversial fashion, and obviously it also made the relationship between him and said rival deteriorate still further. sure, you can't really argue the move was 'as bad' as argentina 2018, but as far as I'm concerned it has the same general vibe

you know what else has the same general vibe? here's a race description for you:

a 25 year old rider is sent to the back of the grid for a reason they consider unfair

they proceed to deliver a phenomenal performance even by their lofty standards, quickly working their way up to a position that seemed unattainable to them

they barge a rival out of the way in their impatience, reaching back to apologise for the move

the race ends poorly for them and they fail to score any points

afterwards, their relationship with a rival is ruined as a result of the events of the race, and the whole thing remains a lingering controversy for years to come

one race that fits this description is, of course, argentina 2018. the other is qatar 2004. there's obviously plenty of details that are significantly different - valentino's move on barros is less egregious and far less controversial, and his race ends in the gravel rather than with a post-race time penalty. still, that start of valentino's? the impatience? the post-race fury? the repercussions this race had? come on, look at the race footage I included in the qatar post and tell me there's not a little bit of a shadow of that qatar fury to the argentina recklessness

this is a point I snuck into the marc race recs post, where I included this excerpt from a post-argentina 2018 write-up:

phillip island 2003, hm? as it happens, in the qatar post, I did include a bit of the autobiography that compares those two specific races:

so, phillip island 2003: a performance that made everyone wonder just how much valentino had left in reserve to draw on whenever he needed it. what valentino is saying here is that this performance wasn't a result of him holding back in all the other races that year - this was speed that was accessible to him only in that moment because he was so angry. so yes, maybe it's a valid question to wonder what would have happened at phillip island 2003 if it hadn't just been the ghost of his bike that had to pick its way through the stragglers. then again, valentino says it's not just rage that does the trick for him - it's controlled rage... which is all well and good, except when you lose control

and see also:

that's what argentina 2018 is all about, isn't it? it's a performance that's rooted in impatience, in restlessness, in frustration - where marc tuns his "rage into pure speed", as valentino would put it, in a hubristic dismissal of the rest of the field. ideally, the two of them channel those emotions to spur themselves on to special, signature performances... but sometimes, it gets the better of them. it got the better of marc that day in argentina and cost him the tentative peace with valentino. at qatar, it could have cost valentino the title

(also shades of this in jerez 2020 - an error sets the stage for some extraordinary pace before it all goes wrong) (catalunya 2003 is a fun more compact nephew to that race without the unhappy ending)

now, look, am I saying that marc was really referring back to qatar 2004 specifically, a race that had happened fourteen years earlier, when making an off-hand remark in a post-race media scrum as he tried to do some damage control in the wake of one of the most controversial races of his career? well, no. he could have been! but it's unlikely. maybe he's shit at maths and was actually thinking about laguna 2008 after all. still, I would like to once again point out that he felt the need to mention valentino's behaviour at age twenty five not once but twice. he's telling us that he wants people to remember what valentino was like at that age, and in the most literal sense I am doing what he's asking for. surely it's worth at least noting that there just happens to be a race where valentino was at that exact age and his temper overcame his rationality, leading to him making a costly error... surely it's worth acknowledging this...

even if marc wasn't actually obliquely referring back to that race or indeed any of the races I mentioned above, of course the parallels between valentino's foibles and marc's are in any case interesting. it speaks to how they get those special performances out of themselves, the similarities in how they operate in that regard... but of course also in how they both sometimes stray rather close to the limit, how they repeatedly flirt with crossing the line. a stubbornness and a hubris and a rage that can sometimes lead to disaster for the both of them. and another thing - who knows if marc was thinking about qatar 2004, but he must have been thinking about something. that's the point of that jerez post, right... marc is valentino's successor in so many ways, he has fashioned himself in valentino's image - and he keenly grasps and remains aware of all the different aspects of that legacy. he's the most accomplished of valentino's students and he felt strongly that what he did in that race in argentina was in some way comparable to what valentino himself had been doing at his age, part of the same tradition even. yes, to some extent marc is obviously accusing valentino of hypocrisy here: how can you judge me when you were once young and foolish too? his tone isn't exactly filled with remorse either, is it, he's pretty feisty in that media scrum! still, there's something more to it... something almost poetic to the whole thing, wouldn't you say? valentino had just accused marc of ruining the sport - and in response marc wants people to remember that they are just the same

[mj-the-guy]

Drdt theories after Ep 13 for my drdt pookies in the crowd bc school is making me tear out my own hair😘😘😘

DRDT SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT (BIG ONES)

Okay chat i have a lot to get through💀💀💀💀

SO FIRST

1) As I stated before, I do not believe Teruko's secret is the family one, theres no fucking way. We saw how PERFECTLY it aligns with xander from the bonus episode. Also as-fucking-if David got a DEAD PERSON'S secret. Come on now David💀 It would be interesting if it was somehow Xander's secret that the killing game was HIS fault but it makes no sense to me...

2) So.. Eden. We need to talk. I was looking at a DRDT theorist blog I rlly like, @1moreff-creator (GO CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF THEY R SO SMART) and a post stuck out to me,

IT WAS RIGHT THERE. Eden is not escaping the attacking Xander allegations and I am not gonna stop chasing after her until they r revealed. Not even 50K is gonna save lil bro. I don't think she's the killer of this case, but she is sus as hell. BUT BUT. CHAT I HAVE SOME NEWS

Eden's secret message was, "You can't go back, no matter how hard you try" ISN'T THAT SUPER SIMILAR TO WHAT AREI SAID IN THE EDEN CG?

(SORRY IF I USE WRONG PRONOUNS FOR NICO IN THIS SECTION, IM STILL GETTING USED TO IT)

3) Nico, what the sigma- Do we all still think Nico tried killing Ace? It rlly seems like it but it'd be rlly cool if they didn't. I'm a bit confused on the end of episode 11, is Teruko implying Nico did it? Or is she just asking Nico a question.. Idk atp

4) This section is my own theory and lil rant but- HOW THE FUCK DOES WHIT KNOW SM ABT HANGING? IS THERE SOMETHING U WANNA TELL US WHIT??? I made a lil theory that maybe Whit knows sm bc his Mom died from hanging herself. THAT WOULD BE SO FUCKED. Theres not a lot of evidence for it, but maybe thats why he omits the truth sm, maybe he blames himself for his mom's suicide

5) DAVID U CUNT. I genuinely feel like a part of him did care for Arei. Due to the fact that she accepted him of his shitty personality and his reaction in episode 10, I think he did.

Now for minor details!

1) Ace's Friend- We know it's not Mai, due to the he/him pronouns that Ace used. I wonder who it could be tbh

2) Levi's emotions- Genuinely didn't expect that one, the Acevi shippers r weeping

THATS ALL I HAVE 4 NOW SEE U LATER POOKS

[i-am-kat-hi]

Shout out to all the daily and ask blogs for DRDT!!!

SOOO I decided to make yall in picrew bc why not lol

I make them by incorporating the character with the style I think you'd fit and mixing in the character(s) you have your blog centered around! (If I've met you before, it might be a little different style lmao)

Mod "Whit"

Mod "Veronika"

Mod "Arturo"

Mod "Star"

Mod "Rose"

Mod "David"

MEEEEEEE

[dreamvonlicht]

I know you're just roleplaying and I know you dont even know who am I. But you can be sure that I love you whit all my heart. This love has been in my soul since childhood, I meet whit dreamswap/fatal flaws at 9 years old and since back than I have a feeling for dream, I promised to protect hım I dont know from who but I did, I even had a video about it, (I probably get annoyed of how old dreamswap gacha community treath dream 😅) Despite all the years that have passed, I have not given up my love for him, I always dreamed that one day, while I was studying, he would come to the window next to my desk and watch me studying while he rests his magnificent and elegant wings, tired of flying. I May be annoying but I been waiting for someone to reveal my feeling, so Im sorry if Im a bit too much... After all, I want you to remember something, I want hım to remember something. Whenever you feel bad and unloved. Remember me. Thougth Im not even your friend, thougth Im not even someone you know, remember I love you whitout waiting for something back from you... Just ne sure be happy. Your smile is like tons of sun, and earth chouldnt live whitout sunligth ~🌙

First time I’m breaking character on this blog to say while I appreciate the gesture I need you to please recognize that I am just a person.

I understand this might bring you happiness and many others share that sentiment but I can’t respond to this in good faith.

Please do not confess your undying love to me I genuinely beg of you express it through any other means or keep it to yourself. And while I do think it’s nice that you found comfort in the character I am not actually them. And also you are correct in the notion I do not know you which is why this is an odd thing to say to me.

I’m fine when people do it jokingly, it’s funny honestly! It makes me smile when I get stupid, absurd asks in my inbox. I don’t think there’s ever been an ask I’ve received that’s genuinely upset me. But please remember that there is someone behind the blog.

[evilcokito]

✨ Hi! Call me Coco ~ ✨ ★★ This is a blog of sketches, drawings, memes. Nothing here is Canon Well, 30% / 70%. TWST Staff blog - but other characters may appear from time to time. You have to talk about TWST Staff ?? THIS IS YOUR PLACE! Feel free to send Ask or Anon anytime. INNNN STOCK! ★

★ There is a Sideblog -> sometimes answer there, and an R18 blog -> [ Send a message / No Minors 🚫🔞🚫 / All the fanservice is there now ]. ★

Cover by @bunnwich - THANK YOU so muchhhh!! 🦁🦁🦁

★★ 💀 The cards will guide you, Little Imp! Follow them with confidence but care 🎩 ★★ .

★ The tags and Info ★ [ All under construction and tags dont work that well ]

#Coco parla - Me, just shouting.

#ship! - SamxDivus.

#f1au - SamxDivus but Formula racers.

#YokaiAu - same but yokai

#TWST Bleach Au - A TWST Au whit all them in Bleach. ...More info.

#Samsis - Sam sisters Ocs! ... More info

Important Info:

★ I block people who call me Simp(?).

[ccrisntok]

requests 2: electric boogalo

(sure wonder whos hand that is...) I forgot to screenshot this request before deleting it from my inbox. I think @sunriseindigo requested their fav lil guy Min, but if it wasn't you uh. Hope whoever did request it sees this! I went kinda hard on this bc I have posted Min on this blog ONE time. and that's a crime.

forgot to screenshot this one to, but an anon suggested: Hu patching up Ace after he falls off of a horse. I feel like even if Hu and Ace don't get along, she'd try to come to his games to support him once in a while as the mom of the group! (even if Ace is her least favorite child.) In like 90 degree heat she'd pull up, with enough sunscreen and waterbottles to keep everyone in a 70 mile radius hydrated and safe from skin cancer. And she wouldn't hesitate to help Ace if he gets hurt, ofc!

...

I really fucked up with forgetting to screenshot a good amount of these. whoever needed a pic of Nico beating Ace in a fight, I delivered! The tone in which you asked wasn't too serious, so i hope a shitpost is sufficient for your needs.

(someone requested sora and yuki from sdra2 in drdt and im gonna make that its own post. so just know u were seen anon. also person who asked for more ace and eden, same thing.)

i can always draw Whace. they are my everything.

mans even singing it wrong 💀 (thanks for the request i love whace sm im glad they remind you of u and ur bf :D)

in a better world, Arei is talking to her therapist about Hopes Peak drama rn. (i love drawing arei thank you anon)

honestly this ship had never crossed my mind. i couldn't rlly think up anything too cute for it so i went silly instead kjfaljdf (thanks for the request @weightedblankettt, I LOVE THAT ONE FIC YOU WROTE WITH LIKE THE NICO AND ACE SWAP THING. i literally went "OH MY GOD???" when i saw you sent in a request fkhfla /pos)

Hello again @xmicrophonyx :)) thanks for another request

I feel like Xander would buy a skirt to wear to a protest or something and then he'd go "wait but it matches my hair..." and then wear it like just out and about sometimes. Whit would just have one I think. Just randomly bought it and wears it. And Levi literally makes clothes, so I'm sure hes made a few dresses for himself just to test techniques and such. Ik you didn't ask but I felt like explaining my choices for who I drew 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Ur so right actually. I feel like Veronika would be like "Ohhh weird morally gray old man??? ILY." and he would actively detest her. thank you anon i haven't drawn a soy-bean (syobai) in a loonggg time lmao

Ajhskjfafksaflsga gay peiple. i love them. i really do. thank you anon. gay oepeple. aughgshah. /POS

(people who follow the despair time art tag rn ^^^^^)

Thats it for now!

still doin these so send in some more requests if you feel like it fellas <333

[ask-drdt-secret-swap-au]

New question: Seeing as how Teruko was still framed for the first murder, did Xander still try to kill Teruko, only to get killed in turn by Min? Or were different parties involved?

The canon death order will be the same, as this au doesn't have a story like @ask-the-no-killing-game-au (my other drdt au ask blog). The rest are my predictions.

CHAPTER 1: Xander & Min

CHAPTER 2: Arei & Whit

CHAPTER 3: Nico, Veronika, & Hu

CHAPTER 4: Levi & J

CHAPTER 5: Eden & David

SURVIVORS: Teruko, Rose, ???, Arturo, Ace

(With Rose as the mastermind - I'm actually undecided if it's her or Eden canonically but this is for the AU)

[thebottomfromhell]

I saw that you had more one shots/headcanons of male reader than female reader 😭, so I wanted to ask you if you could do a one shot of the Hantengu clones who accidentally kill their female human s/o because they had a big fight whit her and the clones killed her accidentally, if you want they can be separated into parts or that they are all together.

Take your time!

Most of my posts are requested, and since most blogs just post female reader, GN at most post, people the request bottom will explode for anyone who answers it. There is nothing wrong in not being comfortable in writing certain things, but most fem readers can and would ask in other blogs, since they have more spaces to choose from (ignoring that I'm more willing to write about violence than others) and I'm not the best writer neither so... whatever.

Thank you for being understanding about the time, I hope you like this.

Hantengu clones killing Human Female Reader S/O over an argument by accident and coping with it

Warnings: Femicide, Angst, Reader's death, Victim blaming, Bad coping mechanism,

Sekido:

Sekido got too comfortable... "SHUT UP WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, WOMAN! WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME SO ANGRY?!" He is always angry, that is his main emotion, even when he can also feel other things, he can't stop feeling angry. As simple as that is. The only thing he could do is being careful with it. "YOU ARE THE ONE WHO NEVER LISTENS TO ME! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS THIS INPOSSIBLE TO DEAL WITH?!" None of you even remember what are you fighting about, but it scalated.

You both were just too angry, forgetting what Sekido is. He just slamed the door with the staff with anger, electricity rising with his emotion unconciously. He didn't mean to heat you with it, but the last thing you felt was the air dying in your longs, your nerves burn and spasm with the attack before everything turned black. You hit your head when you fell. Guess you both also forgot what you were.

A mere human, meant to die, sooner or later. And you did sooner, because Sekido got too comfortable around you, not enough to treat you like the rest of the clones, but enough so you couldn't stand his anger. With his many years alive eating humans, he knows the sound of a broken skull. Still, Sekido gets closer to check on you, without pulse or breath. He feels anger negating any other feeling, including sorrow, regret, and anything else a normal human would have felt.

He tabs your body with his staff, making your head blow up due the impact, growling dangerously. "So fucking useless. BET THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, HUH? MAKING ME-" he stops talking. You are not here anymore, so why should he? He just leaves you to rot. The others ask for you, but he shuts them up, forbids them from talking a while, attacks if they do anyway.

Sekido was always violent, too violent. So it happened, and he decided he was not dealing with you anymore.

Karaku:

"Can't you stop? I'm trying to have a seious conversation with you! Not everything is about pleasure!" You are tired of him. You love Karaku, you really do, but he shouldn't.. he can't... you can't even explain what is wrong with him, but you feel... neglected, not taken seriously enough. You hate it, specially since you have no idea what to do. "Nah, you are just stressed. Relax, princess. Stop worrying over nothing." See? He just... "I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE! Why are you such a dick?"

He doesn't get angry, nor sad, he barely listens to you, being the "let's feel pleasure" the only face of his he is willing to show you. Maybe that is what is wrong. Meybe you both just can't emotionally bond the way you would like. You think about it within seconds, still angry, sad, vulnerable and other thousands of emotions that you have been holding up until now. Your eyes become wet, but you don't feel this is a safe space to cry, so you just lash out. "I HATE YOU!"

You tried to hit him as he was not facing you anymore, just wanting to relax, seeking any kind of pleasure, the thing that mades him and holds him together. He just... reacted... Karaku didn't mean anything, but the way the back of his hand impacted your side was too strong, to the point it broke more than a rib that basically stabbed your lung from the side, besides sending you flying. The only thing you remember is trying to breath, blood filling one of your lungs and making you choke.

Your eyes and throat hurted a lot, you could feel Karaku's gentle touch on your body, but besides that? You couldn't see of hear anything. It felt like hours, hours in which everything was more painful and tiredsome until... there wasn't anything anymore. He tried to save you, to bring you to a hospital, but you didn't make it, even with his speed. Finding a secluded place from a more secluded area that was not guarded by slayer but attended late night was impossible.

Karaku makes you a memorial, let's your family and friends know you died, even if they are not telled how. He visits, sometimes. But... even this was not able to change him. "Goodbye princess."

Urogi:

Urogi has hurt you before, accidentally. It's mostly when he plays, he has a hard time being aware of how dangerous his talons can be when around you. He can easily chase and dig those in other demons, in the other clones, without anything bad happening, so he is used to use them. Maybe you should have also considered that the second you decided your usual scoldings should heat up for him to listen to you, but you were becoming desesperate. "Urogi, can't you do ONE thing I ask you?"

At first it looked like it was working, he looked a bit sad, he has always been the clone less attached to his core emotion, mostly due the other animalistic traits. But in this case, those traits were also problematic. You have no idea how to deal with thos ans Urogi won't help with it. It becomes tiredsome. "I just asked you to be careful! Is it really too much?!" Maybe you should have stopped the second he was really looking regretful, because then he got angry at you.

"Where are you going?!" You asked when he clearly wanted to leave and was about to fly away. "Away!" Is all he says as he opens his wings, and you have no idea why you thought grabbing him would be a good idea... maybe that was it, you didn't think. "Don't touch me!" He didn't pay attention where he scratched for you to let him go, but... choking on your own blood with a cut on the neck was painful. So was bleeding out. "Y/N! Y/N! Please, I'm sorry!"

You could hear him plead and beg, as he carries you, trying to bring you... somewhere you could be healed, even if he didn't know where. So he was basically just making gravity make you bleed out more, height making you more dizzy as you grow tired, and tired and tired until... nothing. Just nothing.

The other clones tried comforting Urogi after, he didn't want to be separated from your corpse, but... there was nothing left to do. He still whimps about you, sometimes, and acts as if he was waiting for you to come back... he still waits yor you, at least to tell you he is sorry.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu is the least violent of the clones, he doesn't attack if it's not on purpose, being always precise in order to give a quick death, as painless as possible. Even when you too have arguments, the few times you are angry enough he can't manipulate you into dropping it by looking sad and apologizing for everything... well, usually he just takes whatever scold you are giving him, waiting for you to calm down in order to avoid conflict. "Y/N. I'm sorry, I feel so bad about it. But could you stop scolding me? It's making me sa-" you interrupt. "Don't you dare making this about you!" Guess this is one of those times.

It gets to the point your throat hurts, that you sonehow forgot what, of everything, you were arguing in the first place. You basically said averything that was wrong but somehow you still feel like there is more to say, and you don't even understand what is going on. What do you want from this? You are basically repeating yourself right now but you are not satisfied at all. Why aren't you satisfied yet? What else is there? Have you forgotten something? That idea alone makes you feel worse.

None of you knows when or how it happened, actually. You both were stressed, to the point Aizetsu started to try and scape from you... using his demon abilities. It wasn't really his fault, he didn't touch you at all. It was an accudent during the chase, none of you would be able to tell what really happened but... you died. You died and, because it fed better into his sadness, the thing that made him, he blames and pities himself. And he pities you. Sadness and sorrow overwhealms him at some point, but he doesn't react to it at allAt least not more than usual.

He makes you a memorial in a place people can see it and carves words, not cearing who finds it. He had to ask Karaku help, but in the end... he will remember you forever. He even keeps some of your things. "I'm sorry, Y/N." He apologizes every time he goes to see you. He barely shows it but... he misses you a lot. But sadness is already part of him, and a important part of him, so... feeling so much sorrow is normal.

Sorrow is too normal, so sometimes he worries he actually doesn't feel anything about your death. Who knows?

[drdtships]

Omgomgomg any drdt ship?

So I can request Charturo and it'll work :0?

Yes! As long as it's not: Ace x Women Eden x Men or J x Arturo ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) HERE ARE SOME HEADCANONS YOU MAY LIKE! (๑>◡<๑) ♡ Charles slowly begins to tolerate Arturo's obsession with beauty once he realizes he has a crush on Arturo. ♡ Arturo was never too into chemistry, but after discovering his crush for Charles he begins to become a little more interested in his ultimate talent. ♡ Both Charles and Arturo ask whit for advice on how to confess to the other person. Neither of them knows about this by the way, just a funny coincidence! =) ♡ Arturo often offers to clean up after Charles, even for the smallest messes. Maybe it's because he really hates messes, or maybe it's because he has feelings for Charles! ^^ ♡ Both Charles and Arturo collectively agree that Veronika is very weird when it comes to her obsession with horror, and they'll have a nice time talking about that. THANKS FOR BEING THE FIRST TO ASK! FEEL FREE TO SHARE THIS BLOG TO YOUR FRIENDS!! FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYMORE SHIP HEADCANONS IF YOU HAVE ANY :3

[babyhatesreality]

Steve is such a sweetheart! How he feels all the pain his little one feels at the same time but is also so calm 🥺

So I have this funny ask:

She is running around while Steve is doing some paper work and well she runs right in to a Glas door. While Steve is literally having a hear attack she is laughing and like „that’s funny!“ so I guess Steve would not let her do something like that again and the Glas door would be decorated whit some of her stickers to be sure nothing happend again 😂

still don't know how to do two at once 'cause I'm freakin' ollllllld....

Anyways.

Trouble Smash!

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, nicknames, reader is named but name scarcely used, reader gets hurt (mild concussion), angsty everyone, doctors, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

"Hey Trouble- stay out of trouble while I'm out," Bucky teased you, grinning at your delighted giggle as he left to run errands. Once you heard the door click and lock, you turned on your heel and ran to the office, where Steve was working. The door was open. You knocked politely like you'd been taught, but you were still wiggling with energy.

"Come in, baby," Steve said, his eyes not leaving the paperwork covering his desk. You skipped in, planting yourself at his side. "Did Daddy leave already?"

"Yup!" you said, craning to look at what he was doing. "What's da papers for, Papa?"

"Lots of boring stuff," Papa answered you, making you giggle. "Why don't you go play in your playroom until I'm done? Or do you want to stay in here?"

Normally you'd love to stay in the office with him, but you weren't really allowed to drag toys into the office- only books or crayons- and you had waaaaaay too much energy to stay put and read. With a mischievous giggle, you spun around and darted out of the room.

"Guess that answers that," you heard Papa say in a joking tone as you sped off. "Baby, remember- don't run in the apartment," he reminded you. You skidded to a stop. Once again, you'd forgotten the no-running rule in your exuberance. Papa always understood, as long as you stopped running after he reminded you.

You started walking towards the playroom, but suddenly it wasn't as much fun as a destination as normal. So you turned and headed quickly towards your bedroom, before growing bored as you stepped over the threshold. Suddenly, the lure of the living room appealed to you, and you took off. Right past the office door again.

"Katie Cat," Papa called out, this time in his warning voice. "No running." It was almost physically painful to obey, but you managed to slow your feet as you approached the living room. You looked around, your mind going a million miles a minute. Oooooo what if you made a blanket fort?! And then you and Daddy could play soldiers in his army when he came home!!

Spinning on your heel you took off towards your bedroom to get more blankets, and once again, forgetting the rule. "Katie, no running! Don't make me tell you again, or you're in trouble!" Papa scolded suddenly and loudly. Between your feet trying to make you stop too fast and the shock at your surprise, you weren't paying attention to where you were going. You smacked right into the sliding glass door to the balcony. It knocked you backwards onto your bottom, and you just sat there in shock for a moment.

"Baby? You okay?" Steve called out as he came out of the office, worried at the sudden smacking sound and then lack of noise from you. His heart raced in fear when he saw you on the ground, but you immediately popped up, giggling.

"I runned into the glass door!" you laughed, thinking it was hysterical. Steve shook his head, unable to keep his smile in check when he saw that you were fine and that it was funny to you.

"Daddy is right, you are 'Trouble'," he teased you, making you laugh even harder.

"Lookit!" you said, the mischievous twinkle in your eye. "I like Unca Bruce! Trouble SMASH!" And without further ado, before Papa could stop you, you flung yourself into the glass again full-bodied.

It didn't go quite as well this time.

You knocked your head hard against the window, falling backwards again, hitting your head on the floor. You froze again in shock, but this time there was accompanying pain. Before you could even cry, Papa was on the ground next to you, gently checking you out like he'd been trained to do. When he asked you how you were feeling, you mumbled that you felt fuzzy and that your head hurt. Then you blacked out.

The next thing you knew, you were lying on a very cold table and everything was too loud. You whined and tried to sit up, but you were so dizzy you immediately fell backwards.

"Shhh, shhh, baby, it's okay, Papa's right here," came a voice on your left. You turned your head and tried to open your eyes, but the bright lights in the room made you whimper and you squeezed them shut again. "It's okay baby girl, just keep your eyes shut if the light bothers them," Papa said in his soothing tones.

You wanted to cry but your head felt so fuzzy and your stomach was bubbly and you knew crying would make it all worse. You reached over towards where you'd heard your Papa's voice, stretching out your little hand. You felt him close his huge, warm one around yours. It helped to ease the scariness inside you, but you still felt rotten. Papa stroked your cheek, calming you down until you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were in Papa and Daddy's big bed, right in the middle of it, cocooned in your weighted yellow blanket with Jellybean tucked into the crook of your arm. You wiggled a bit, as you were wont to do, and wrinkled your nose when even that hurt.

"Careful, baby, careful," came Papa's voice again. You managed to open your eyes this time. The lights in the room were wonderfully soft, and all the shades had been drawn to block out any additional light. You turned your head slowly to see Papa smiling down on you.

"There's my pretty girl," he said gently. "How are you feeling?"

You thought about that for a moment. "Ick," you mumbled. He laughed softly.

"You banged up your head pretty good there, bunny, I'm not surprised you feel 'ick'," he said, brushing a few stray hairs off your forehead with a feather light touch. "Why did you run into the glass door like that?"

"It was funny," you explained feebly. "Hulk say 'smash' so I say it and den it make you laugh."

Steve couldn't help but cuddle closer to you- you'd been trying to make him laugh. How could he be mad at that? "Baby, thank you for trying to make me laugh, but next time, do you think you could do it without getting yourself hurt?"

You sighed heavily. "Okay."

You heard another chuckle from the doorway, and slowly moved your aching head to look. Daddy was walking in with a sippy cup and a washcloth.

"Trouble, there are other ways to make us laugh besides giving yourself a concussion," he chuckled before carefully sitting on the bed next to you.

"Daddy, you home!"

"I've been home for a while now. You took a long nap, munchkin," Bucky said, handing you the sippy cup. "You need to drink some water now. You think you can do that for us, baby?" Without waiting for an answer, he slipped his arm underneath you and propped you up like you weighed nothing. You slowly drank as he gently sponged your forehead with the cloth. You didn't have a fever, but it did help to soothe some of the pain.

"Alright, bunny, Uncle Bruce said that you need to stay down and rest until you don't feel fuzzy anymore," Steve said, shifting on the bed as Bucky cradled you. "Would you like us to read to you while you drink your water?"

"Watch cartoons?"

"We can try, but the light from the TV might hurt your eyes."

Remembering the bright lights from before, you wrinkled your nose again. "Oh, no cartoons," you agreed. "Weading okay, please?"

You spent the rest of the day going back and forth between laying on Steve's chest and laying on Bucky's while they read every book you wanted. Later, when you weren't feeling quite as fuzzy, they let you pick out some window decals and stickers on the iPad to decorate the glass door with so you wouldn't run into it again. They kept your sensitive eyes in mind and kept the brightness on the tablet low. You were able to eat a bit of the pasta that Papa made for supper later that evening with his help and felt a little better.

Tucked into bed between them that night, Bucky was stroking your hair, calming you as you were nearly asleep again.

"So, no more Trouble Smash?" he said softly, with a grin in his voice.

"No more Trouble Smash," you agreed sleepily.