#you didn’t want to coddle and and tell him everything will be ok?????

[no-thoughts-only-obsession]

The fact that not everyone is in love with Neteyam after watching avatar 2, mind boggling

[desparaic]

Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past pt.2

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

Also in the future, there’s a long pause after red light arc. Hence tengen already retired in Future Son’s timeline. and [spoiler alert] yes we will absolutely ignore the mark curse

read part 1 here.

“Oh, what breathing technique do you use?”

You ask your…. son? kid? dang you never thought you would be able to say that to a teenager this early in your life, especially when you’re not long into the marriage

“Flame breathing!” He says with a proud grin (why this kid so cute you wanna coddle him to death)

“Following your father’s footstep, I see! Did he teach you personally?” You smile, thinking about your husband teaching your son swordsmanship. Ugh the thought of it makes your heart melt.

“Nope. From Grandfather!”

h

huh?

tafa???

Grandfather??? Like Rengoku’s father??? Your father in law???? The man who can’t even get up and do something else other than drinking and yelling at other people?????

He taught your son flame breathing?????

You are confusion

You ask why didn’t his father teach him instead

“… Anyway! Do you want to spar?”

This kid—

okay, well, clearly he doesn’t want to talk about it. Maybe he’s on bad terms with his father???

But you can’t imagine Kyojuro being a bad father or someone who has a tense relationship with his kids. The last thing he wants to be is to be like his father. You know that. He himself told you that before.

So maybe he’s just in the middle of an argument with his father??? Like… a really long one…

yeah that could be it

So you decide to spar with him (you don’t have anything else to do anyway other than walking around the nearby village)

you kick his butt

It feels refreshing and fun. not because you’re beating your future child.

You never have this feeling sparring with anyone before. It’s cute. You’re experiencing a mother-son time except…. you ain’t a mother yet… but you are— will??? idk

In the middle of sparring (how many rounds has it been??), Kyojuro appears with a big grin, before it fades and he tilts his head confusedly.

“MY LOVE! WHO IS THIS PERSON??”

Hooo boy

Both of you whip your head to see him

“HE LOOKS JUST LIKE ME! HAHAHA!”

Bless your husband, he isn’t even phased that there’s a rando lookin like he’s his clone

BUT YOU HECKAAA EXCITED, about to tell Kyojuro that he’s—

You see your (future) son’s conflicted face contorted to anger, then calm. “Ah. I’ll take my leave right now. I’m thirsty.”

He leaves just like that.

You’re confused

has future you ever taught him manners

Is… Was the argument that bad????

Poor Kyojuro is so confused, looking at the boy leaving.

“Who was that young fellow?”

You explain that that’s his son

His face shows a split second of surprise before it immediately switches to excitement

(he doesn’t even ask how that’s possible like ok)

“HE’S MY SON??? OH WHAT JOY! S/O. THAT IS OUR SON!”

Yes, yes you just told him that of course you know lol

But you’re so confused as to why your son would just leave like that. You honestly expect him to be just as excited to see his dad like he did with you

and so

the chaos and conflicts and confusion and everything related ensues

Practically everyone knows your future son is here

They’re dying to meet him

Uzui is proud of what he has become. Man’s flamboyant. can even take a hard pat on his back! (he nearly died)

Mitsuri is so excited!!! She keeps giving him sakura mochi and all other snacks and talks to him a lot!!! Sees him as her lil bro ngl (tho technically it should be nephew)

Shinobu too is very sweet towards him and tells him he’s welcome anytime to the Butterfly Estate to just have tea and chat (every time they interact your son’s face turns tomato red. does he have a school boy crush????)

Tomioka is just happy the boy talks to him often

its cute. you can tell he admires the water hashira a lot

Sanemi scoffs and thinks he still has a long way until he is strong

like who tf think does this kid think he is

but he supposes the kid has potential

Obanai acknowledges him and greets him even though he scares your son sometimes

Gyomei. Cats. lots of pats. lots of fluff. nuff said

Muichiro always forgets his name

Tanjiro is super shocked but is happy to get along with Rengoku’s future son!! Nezuko takes a liking to him immediately and warms up to him (Zenitsu seething rn)

surprisingly inosuke oddly silent around him at first…. before he inevitably challenges him to a fight

The son ofc know who they all are (he still does not like young Zenitsu)

Also, he nearly spilled Tanjiro and Kanao’s future relationship oops ig at the present they aint tgt yet 🤷‍♂️

They all think he’s great!

But… there is one thing for sure

And what confuses them the most

is that he absolutely hates the mention of his father

Whenever someone brings up the fact he looks just like Rengoku or they compare the father and son, boy gets real upset and angry

Like??? huh???

You’d thinking a kid would be proud to have someone like Rengoku as their father

Apparently not

Kyojuro catches on to this.

I mean, its hard not to tell that every time he approaches the boy, he just pretends the hashira never exist

Kyojuro kinda concerned and worried

And frankly, he’s kinda sad too.

He wants to spend his time with his future son before who knows when he’ll return back to his time!

Eventually, Rengoku catches him a place where the kid can’t escape easily

He asks the kid what is wrong and what is really going on

Dang… it really hurt seeing your own kid (even though technically not yet) glaring at you like that

The kid only grumbles excuses and that’s it

Kyojuro gently tries to push him to open up

Really wants to know what’s going on poor man please give him a break

“I can tell you don’t like to converse with me… why is that? I would love to get to know my own son!”

Rengoku Kyojuro would never expect that sentence would completely make his own future kid snap.

“Son??? Hah. Sure.”

???????????

The??? Audacity???

My man Kyojuro isn’t even phased (again, bless his patient heart) he’s just confused

What does that mean?

“Did… I do something…?”

“Something???? Something…?????” the boy clenched his jaw, “Don’t act like you care.”

… But he does tho.

At this point the flame hashira just wants to know what he did wrong to make him so mad

“Oh, you really wanna know what you did?” He says in such a bitter tone. Whatever Kyojuro did, he musta pissed him reeaaal off.

“Y…Yes…?”

“… Fine. Not like it’ll change anyway considering how easily you threw us away.”

p-

pardon?

“You hurt Mother. You left her when she needed you the most. You left us! Because you think your job is better than this little family!”

….huh?

“I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t und-“

“When she needed you the most, you just up and left her! Just like that! What do you think I’ll feel about that, huh?”

Kyojuro… did that? He can’t even fathom leaving you for a split second! What was future him thinking?

“You left Mother! When I was still… When she was still pregnant and needed you… You chose to go on a mission instead of being there for her!”

“Do you know how much my mother begged you not to go? How she endlessly express her worries and concerns, even though she never doubted you before??”

“Do you know how much it hurt her when you promised her nothing will happen, only for some crow to announce that you died in a fight with an Upper Moon, a fight you could’ve avoided! A FIGHT THAT YOU SO SELFISHLY WENT ON AND JUST DIED?!”

…

Hold on…

Hang on—

What?

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I was supposed to finish this all in one post, but I reached the limit… Gonna post part 3 soon

[storm-angel989]

hihiiiiii!! I'd liek to request val w reader and reader on her period/being sick jus fluffy comfort w that ?? I'm going through it and oml its terrible and I wanna b coddled by my comfort character lmao, thanks if u do do it. if not totally ok!!! hope u have a nice dayyyyy <3

I feel that pain in my soul! Enjoy and I hope this story brings you the comfort you crave. <3

He knew it was coming before she did. 

So when he came home from another long day and found her curled up in her bed with a heating pad, he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. 

“Princessa, why are you in here?” He asked, as if he didn’t know the answer. 

She was embarrassed. He knew it, she knew it and they both pretended that wasn’t why she curled up in her own bed on the seventh day of each month. He wasn’t sure if it was the event itself or the fear of ruining his bedsheets that led her to crawl away from him, only for him to chase after her, reassure her each month that yes, he loved her, and no, he didn’t want her to sleep away from him. A little blood never hurt anyone, after all- it was the gift that would allow them to have children someday, if they so desired. 

But he didn’t say that- he knew better. The last time he tried to make a positive comment on the event, by telling her that his videos starring actresses on their period made the most profit, was met with general resistance and quite a bit of accusations about the stupidity of men. 

“It’s a curse,” she had proclaimed with tears streaming down her face. “And it hurts, Val!”

And so, he resigned himself to privately tracking her cycle- simply so he could be prepared for when the time inevitably hit. 

“I’m here,” she muttered in response. “Go away. I don’t feel good.” 

He knew she didn’t mean that. 

“I know, mi amore.” He replied as he sat on the bed next to her. “How can I make it better?”

“Something for the pain, and chocolate. Please. Lots of it.” She replied listlessly. 

Unease settled in Valentino’s chest. She never took painkillers- let alone asked for them. He pushed his hand against her forehead and to his relief, his palm was met with coolness. Probably just a bad bout of cramps. 

Carefully, he helped her sit up and held the heating pad in position while she swallowed down the pink pills. Once they were safely in her system, she tucked herself willingly into his arms. 

The weight of her head on his chest as she curled into a tighter ball made him wonder how she could handle this each month, handle the pain and continue to go about her life as if she wasn’t actively fighting her own biological battle. He tucked her head under his chin and kissed her forehead softly. She needed to understand that she didn’t have to be miserable by herself each month. That he loved her, no matter what was going on in her life. 

“Will you let me take you to our room, reader?” he asked gently, “I have your favorite stashed away. And I can order in dinner for us both, if you feel like eating. But you belong in there- next to me. Not hidden away in darkness.” 

That, at least, seemed to pique her interest. But as quickly as she considered it, her head rested back against him and she shook her head.

“It hurts to walk,” she whined quietly. “I don’t want to move.”

“Then allow me,” he responded. 

He wrapped her into his arms and, making sure the heating pad came with them, carried her off to the safety and comfort of their bedroom. He settled her against the overstuffed pillows and gently tugged the now cool heating pad out of her hands, replacing  it with a bar of chocolate and the television remote. 

She tore into the wrapper and took a bite. He raised an eyebrow at her. Had she eaten anything yet today? He mentally kicked himself for not checking on her earlier. He knew she had a tendency to not eat for the first few hours and then eat everything in sight. That usually resulted in a tummy ache in addition to the pain. His poor princessa didn’t need anymore pain. 

“I’m going to warm this up for you, you decide what you want for dinner,” he said slowly. “Can I convince you to drink something in the meantime?”

“Water, milk, I don’t care. And I know what I want for dinner.”

“Then text it to me, princessa, so I get it right,” he replied as he walked back towards the kitchen. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her settle back and flip on the television. Good, if nothing else, she seemed to be more content. 

In the kitchen, he tossed the heating pad into the microwave and checked his phone. Ah. Of course, she wanted her favorite meal from her favorite restaurant. He could have guessed that, but better to let her tell him.  He placed the order and pulled the now warm pad from the microwave. He carried it back to her and to his relief, she looked a little brighter. 

“What did you give me, Val? This is the best I’ve felt all day,” she demanded.

His eyes met hers. “Nothing you would object to, Princessa. I promise. Just relax. Dinner is on its way.” He laid the heating pad against her belly and smoothed back her hair, pressing his lips to her forehead. 

“Snuggles while we wait?” She asked as she reached for him. 

He gave her a smile and wrapped her into his arms as he climbed into bed with her. She snuggled into him and he held her gently, careful to keep the heating pad in place. Whatever his princessa wanted, he would make damn well sure she got. As he reached to rub her back, a realization came to mind. 

She asked to snuggle with him. That never happened during her time of the month. Maybe, just maybe, she was starting to trust his love for her after all.

[uglypastels]

okay how about something comforting and cutesy like Eddie just absolutely coddling you and babying you since you had a rough day, idk maybe he helps calm you down

i swear i need an eddie right now. especially needed one yesterday. thank you for the request! i did my best (might be a bit rusty since i haven't written properly in a while )

warning: reader is having a hard day. exhaustion. idk. nothing else i think

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Eddie knew something was up the second he stepped past the threshold. He could practically smell it in the air… or maybe the burned bitterness was coming from the kitchen as a dark grey cloud of smoke. Or maybe he figured it out by listening to your curses at the oven and the pitch-black baking dish you threw down at the counter. The metal clanged loudly, causing you both to flinch. 

‘Baby?’ Eddie asked apprehensively, not wanting to startle you. He half succeeded as you turned around harshly but immediately softened your features at the sight of him. ‘Are you alright?’ 

You don’t answer since both of you already know the answer. All you do is take the steps to break the distance between the two of you, lips are dragged down into a horseshoe-shaped frown, and tears threatening to burst at any second. Eddie catches you into a tight embrace, pulling you in. 

‘Hey, shh, it’s ok.’ He had just returned from work and must have been driving with the windows down because his hair smelled of the summer wind. 

‘I just wanted to make you some dinner, but it got burned– I’m so sorry, honey.’ You sniffed out. 

‘Is that all?’ He felt it was quite an extreme reaction for a burned casserole [or whatever the ashes in the dish were supposed to be. Truly impossible to tell by the state it was in.] Then again, he knew how much work you put into your cooking and especially after a long day having something go this wrong could be the last straw, but knowing you, there must have been something before already to put you in this mood. 

‘It’s just been… a lot.’ You didn’t feel like talking about it. Would much rather forget everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. 

‘I understand, baby. Do you wanna sit down for a bit?’ He pulled away slightly to look you in the eyes–which were now red and beginning to puff up. Besides that, he saw how frazzled your hair had gotten throughout the day and how tired you looked. He could only assume he looked about the same, if not worse. 

‘No,’ you wiped at your eyes, ‘I should make us some dinner. There should still be some—’ 

But Eddie was quick to cut you off. ‘Oh, no. You’re not cooking anymore today. C’mon, you need to rest. We can order something.’ He already saw your frown reappear, not happy with that idea. After all, you really wanted to do something nice for Eddie. Though now the surprise aspect of it all was gone anyway, you might as well enjoy a nice takeout. Eddie grabbed your hand, swinging it side to side. ‘What do you feel like? I could personally kill for a pizza right now.’

‘Pizza is fine.’ You nodded, but Eddie wasn’t too sure just yet. 

‘Sure? Or are you just saying that because I suggested it?’ 

‘Can’t it be both?’ You brushed some of his hair out of his face. Even though he had put it in a ponytail, most of the shorter strands framing his face had come loose. Eddie looked at you for a moment before nodding.

‘The usual, then?’

‘Mhm,’ you simply replied. Then Eddie told you to get comfortable on the couch before placing an order. You sat down feeling tired and restless simultaneously; there was so much you needed to get done, but you had no energy for any of it. By the time Eddie returned, your eyelids were already betraying you, becoming heavier and heavier. The shift of weight beside you was just enough to stir you from the nap. 

‘Sorry,’ Eddie whispered. ‘I didn’t want to wake you.’ 

‘I wasn’t asleep.’ You rubbed your eyes, sitting up straight next to Eddie. 

‘Of course not.’ He chuckled and took this opportunity to bring you in for another tight hug. He practically pulled you into his lap, kissing your cheek, mumbling, ‘I missed you today,’ between a kiss here and there. 

‘Missed you too.’ You kissed him back. ‘And I’m really sorry about dinner, again.’

‘I’m banning apologies in this house tonight. You have nothing to be sorry for.’

‘I nearly burned down the kitchen!’

‘That’s an entirely different problem, then. We still get to have dinner, but if you had burned the kitchen down… ‘ he exhaled deeply, and something inside him lit up at the sight of your smile cracking through the hard shell the day had built up around you. For the next half 20 minutes, he kept making dumb jokes to get your smile to grow bit by bit. Most of the time, you would roll your eyes at him or smack him playfully on the arm, but anything was better than tears. 

Then the doorbell rang, and almost automatically, you got up, but only a few inches off the sofa before Eddie grabbed you by the hips.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ 

‘To get our food?’ You said whilst the doorbell rang again.

‘No, you’re not,’ he pulled you back onto the seat and got up. ‘You’re resting.’

‘But you should be resting too!’ You wanted to shout out, but he had already left the room to open the door for the delivery boy. A minute later, Eddie returned holding several takeout boxes that contained no pizza, but you knew exactly what it was instead. 

‘I thought we decided on pizza?’ You asked, puzzled as he put the food on the coffee table before you. 

‘Yea, but I thought you might like this better.’ Eddie shrugged, beginning to unpack the boxes. ‘Felt like it would do a better job making you feel better than pizza… usually does, at least. But if you’d prefer pizza then I can still quickly call–’ 

‘No, it’s perfect. Thank you.’ You kissed him on the cheek. ‘Thank you for everything.’

the end.

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

Hi, can I request song 2 with luffy! I use they/them pronouns and my body preference is afab. And I’m ok with safe and nsfw.

Thx u :]

journey’s end (or falling out of love ft. luffy)

notes: emotionally intelligent luffy (so normal luffy), gender-neutral reader (though readers' gender is not specified), sfw content but cw for angst, 500+ words, thank u sm for participating!

luffy didn’t know when everything ended when the spark finally faded. he honestly thought it never would’ve. but if your captain was anything, it was truthful; he was a kind, honest man who would never want to hurt you.

but this morning, when the spring in his step no longer leaped over to you with joy and excitement, you knew there would be nothing but hurt in his wake.

you noticed it in his eyes, so beautiful and wide but carrying so much pain. they glance over to you, glazed over, no smile in sight as he asks if he could talk to you alone.

the uncharacteristic rain cloud that clung over his head burdened you with a dark, heavy feeling in your chest as you followed behind him. he had led you to the girl’s room, making sure that it was clear before he decided to speak.

“there is something i need to tell you,” he mutters, standing tall, but unable to keep your gaze.

the unfamiliar tone that is laced within each word tells you all that you need to know. your relationship over the past couple of weeks had been coasting, only luffy was brave enough to say anything about it.

you take a seat on the closest bed, legs shakey and unable to no longer keep you up, so you succumb to their will with tears already pricking in your ducts.

“i don’t want you to be mad at me,” he starts, shuffling closer to you.

you can only laugh in response, still finding his compassion as charming as ever, but you didn’t want him to beat around the bush this time. holding your hand up, you signal him to skip the niceties.

“i don’t think that i…” he glances up at you, a frown twinging his lips as if he was going to cry. “…that this relationship is going to work anymore.”

the deep breath that you had no idea you were holding in releases, along with a tear that trickles down your cheek. you nod, biting your lip gently, though it hurts you knew this was inevitable.

luffy stands there, unable to move. he so desperately wants to comfort you, gum-gum his arms tightly around your body, and assure you that everything is going to be okay. but that was the thing, he couldn’t tell you that, not when he stood here and broke your heart.

“do you not love me anymore?” you dare to ask, not wanting the answer but asking anyway.

he shakes his head, deciding that hearing probably wasn’t what’s best for you.

your head drops down, a quiet sob leaving you as your body reverberates from the actions.

a few tears of his own fall, sniffling before luffy wants to speak again. “can i hug you?” he asks, for probably the first time in your entire relationship never needing your permission to show you affection. he figured this time admission needed to be granted.

“please,” you croak, only letting out more cries when his warm embrace coddles you in the same, comforting way it always did.

it only eggs you on more when it does, in fact, help and your sobs die down until you’re sniffling on your shoulder. only this time, you knew the lingering loneliness would continue as soon as he let go.

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[plant-acts]

Oh Look, The Brothers are Bonding

A Linked Universe Fic written for @/exhaustedvet during a LoZ AU Gift Exchange!

(2,547 Words)

Summary:

Legend was not ok. He was in an unfamiliar Hyrule with Wind of all people. “Where is everyone else?”

The boy shrugged, “Dunno. I jumped through the portal after you.”

Oh no.

-

OR: Legend and Wind are not close. Let's see how long that lasts when secrets are revealed.

(Ao3)

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Link, or Legend now as of two months ago, didn’t want to be here.

He wanted to be in his cluttered home with his annoying roommate, or at least off on an adventure alone, not stuck with eight other people who all seemed dead set on him being a part of the group.

Every night by the fire, they wanted to sit around and tell stories with him or make small talk while heading to their next destination, or even coddle him after a battle. It was exhausting.

Oh, also they all had the hero’s spirit or something, but that’s not important.

-

It was midday in Twilight’s Hyrule. The sun beamed through the trees overhead, basking everything in a warm glow. They were walking for what felt like hours and the sailor was falling behind. No matter how many times Warriors offered to carry him, he would refuse and say something that would have even the toughest men blushing.

It was honestly starting to annoy Legend. Yeah, a lot of them had been young when they pulled the sword so no one could judge, but that didn’t mean the kid had to drive them all up the wall with nonstop talking and being a genuine thorn in the side. All his stubborn attitude did was slow them down.

“Are you sure you don’t need to be carried?” Warriors asked for at least the hundredth time. “I really don’t mind giving you a lift until we reach the next village.”

Legend swore that Wind literally growled, “Yes! I’m sure and if you ask me again, I will shove my sword right up your-!”

“Wind. Watch your language.” Time called from the front of the group, not taking his eyes off the road. Twilight and Wild snickered at his sides.

It was a little funny to look back and see the kid’s face red from embarrassment—Karma at its finest. Whenever the goddess gave that specific child the hero’s spirit, she must have been drunk.

Speaking of the mentioned goddess, she must have not liked him thinking that because one second, he was chuckling to himself at Wind getting scolded, and the next he heard yelling from around him. He turned just in time to step through a portal that appeared in front of him.

“Ah, crap.” Was all he had time to mumble before falling through space and time. It was quite an uncomfortable feeling; like being shaken around in a blender, poured through a strainer, and then put back together. A solid 10/10 would not recommend experience.

Landing ungracefully on his stomach, the air was knocked from his lungs. He was seriously going to fight the goddess one day. Maybe that should be his next adventure.

After taking a moment to gather himself, Legend sat up and took in his surroundings. Around him was a patch of tall grass swaying softly in the breeze, with mountains and fields as far as the eye could see. The sun was now high in the sky, with small clouds dotting the view. It was beautiful, almost calming.

Taking a breath, he basked in the atmosphere. Maybe this was the break he deserved.

The moment was short-lived. He nearly jumped out of his skin when screaming started above him. Looking up, Legend spotted a familiar shade of blue growing closer. He didn’t have time to move before it landed on his chest.

Just his luck.

“Ow, oh! Sorry!” Wind jumped up, dusting himself off and reaching out a hand to help Legend stand. “You ok!?”

No. Legend was not ok. He was in an unfamiliar Hyrule with Wind of all people. “Where is everyone else?” He ignored the sailor’s help, getting to his feet on his own.

The boy shrugged, “Dunno. I jumped through the portal after you.”

He froze. This stupid kid. “You-!?” Of course, he would jump right through the portal! Wasn’t he falling behind? How the hell did he even get there!?

Wind didn’t seem to share the same worry, because all he did was tilt his head to the side confused. “Me?”

This was going to be a long few hours. Legend ran a hand through his hair, trying not to scream. “We need to find the others.” He did not want to be stuck with an actual child longer than needed. “Come on.” Looking around, he chose a random direction and started walking.

The sailor fell into step with him, adjusting the straps of his bag. Luckily, those stayed with them through the switch. “Where do you think we are?” He asked.

Now it was Legends turn to shrug. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

-

The sun lowered, causing the sky to glow a burned orange. Once again, Wind lagged behind. The kid really needed to work on his cardio.

“Keep up.” Legend called over his shoulder. “I would like to find the others before we die of old age.”

The sailor’s shoulders slumped. “I’m trying!”

Looking closer, he felt a little bad for the younger boy, whose boots dragged against the dirt. Maybe it was a good idea to stop. Legend himself was getting tired, and he didn’t want to walk through the night. Looking around, he spotted a small clearing through the trees. He took Wind’s arm and marched that way, ignoring the way the boy complained about being manhandled.

The spot seemed safe. Off the path so nothing could sneak up on them, yet close enough that they could make their way back in the morning. “We’ll set up here.” He instructed, dropping his bag to the ground.

The other was quick to follow, flopping down next to their things. “Oh, thank the gods! I thought my legs were going to fall off!”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile. Kids can be so dramatic.

Now it was time to go through the familiar routine of setting up camp. “Stay here.” He spoke, securing his sword to his back. “I’m going to get firewood.”

Wind did not listen, when did he ever? Instead, he hopped up and ran to Legend’s side, practically bouncing on his toes. “I’ll help!”

“No.” He quickly shot down. The last thing either of them needed was him getting hurt. Warriors would actually have his head on a stick. Legend would never admit it, but the guy could scare him sometimes; when he wasn’t fretting about his hair, at least. “Just…look through our bags for food or something.”

Once again, Wind did not seem to like that answer as he rolled his eyes and sat back down with crossed arms. “Fine. Whatever.”

He watched him for a second, slightly guilty. He didn’t want to be like some of the others and treat him differently because of his age. It was hypocritical to do so when almost all of them had faced danger quite young. He couldn’t help it, though. It was one thing to be a kid with the hero’s spirit; it was another to watch a kid, someone so young, fight every day, knowing how the story ends. Legend at one point used to be as carefree as him after all.

He sighed, leaving the clearing without a word. This was way out of his comfort zone.

-

The forest was calm as Legend picked through it. He didn’t need to go far for wood, but took extra time to organize his thoughts. The sun was low, low enough that the moon showed itself in the sky. He would need to head back soon and make sure Wind didn’t burn down their small camp. The thought made him chuckle some, but also kind of scared him. The youngest of their group could be a wrecking ball if he wanted to.

An ear-piercing scream echoed through the woods.

Legend dropped the wood he was holding, bolting back toward the clearing. His boots pounded on the ground as blood drained from his face.

“WIND!” He called, ignoring how the trees scraped against his legs as he plowed through the foliage. “YOU OKAY, KID?!”

The lack of response was deafening.

Breaking through the brush, saw two bags and nothing else. It was eerily still. Where the hell did he go? Legend’s heartbeat frantically in his chest, his mind swirling with worst-case scenarios. No way he lost the kid!?

Rustling across the tree line caught his attention. Slowly, he reached for his sword, unsheathing it. The cold metal against his hand was comforting; a reliable weight.

All was still for a moment. A standoff between Legend, and whatever hid amongst the leaves.

A mop of unruly blond hair littered with twigs burst out of the brush, grasping a sword and eyes wide. Upon noticing Legend, Wind grinned sheepishly. “Heyyy, Leg’.” Blood dotted his bright blue tunic. “Your back!”

Legend was at a loss for words. One order, he gave the kid one simple task! To stay put and organize food, but no! He couldn’t even do that! He stalked forward silently, eyes ablaze.

Wind took a step back. “I can explain!” He hastily shouted. “You see, I looked through our bags and thought we could use a little more food, and since you were gone, I figured I could get it myself!” Laughing awkwardly, he picked a branch out of his hair. “I found some berries that looked good, but then get this! A lizalfo jumped out at me! Not one of the black-blooded ones, a normal one! I handled it though, because I’m just that cool!”

Legend spoke slowly. “You handled it?” He towered over the younger boy, whose smile faltered. “Wind, you have blood on you!” Grabbing the boy’s arm, he yanked it over, showing a long cut going down his forearm.

Wind yanked his arm back, ducking between the taller boy’s legs to get away. “Most of it isn’t mine!” His face was red from anger, or maybe embarrassment.

Legend didn’t let him get far. Turning on a heel, he grabbed his shoulder, forcing them to face each other. “I told you to stay here! Not run off and get hurt!”

“I just wanted to help, and I can take care of myself!”

“Can you use your head for once!?” He yelled, practically shaking the sailor. “You are going to get yourself killed one day by not listening to simple instructions! The goddess must have made a mistake choosing you because there is no way in Hyrule that you should have lasted this long with dirt for brains!” He didn’t mean it. Wind was a talented warrior, one of the best. He was just…worried. Anything could have happened.

The younger boy didn’t look up. Instead, he kept his gaze on the tree line, body stiff.

Maybe Legend went a little too far. He was only a kid, after all. Slowly, he lowered them both to the forest floor. The crickets chirping, and the leaves moving were the only sounds.

“Why did you follow me?” Legend asked. The thought had been itching at the back of his head since they landed.

Wind looked away. “You have been leading us through this Hyrule. Of course I would follow.” He responded, dodging the question.

Legend narrowed his eyes, watching as the younger boy fiddled with the ends of his tunic. A breeze blew through, causing them both to shiver.

“You know what I mean.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment, just staring off into the distance with foggy blue eyes. Eventually, his mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to form a response. “Can I tell you something?” His voice sounded small, almost like the child Wind was supposed to be. He met Legend’s gaze.

It scared the veteran to see the youngest of their group, the one who shone like a light in all the dark times, be uncharacteristically quiet.

He nodded anyway.

Wind took a breath, preparing himself. “I- well, first off, you can’t tell anyone, or get mad.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he looked almost scared. Like he expected Legend to jump up and chase him away. “I don’t have the hero’s spirit.”

That was the last thing Legend expected to hear. A chill went down his spine.

The sailor continued. “I’m sorry.” Fresh tears filled his eyes. “I know I should have told you sooner, but I wanted to impress you! You have gone on so many adventures, and have all kinds of magic things, and I wanted you to like me! I want everyone to like me, and if they knew I wasn’t chosen, that I wasn’t a genuine hero, then they wouldn’t!” He practically yelled, franticly running his fingers through his hair. “That’s why I pushed past everyone and jumped in after you! I wanted to spend time with the hero of legend.”

Legend didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t some amazing hero, just a guy who went on a few too many adventures. No one a kid should look up to, or more importantly, compare himself to.

Slowly, he moved his arms, wrapping them around Wind in an awkward hug. “That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Wind looked up, sniffling. “What?”

“You defeated Gannon, right?”

The boy nodded. “Yeah. Stabbed‘em straight through the head.”

Slightly graphic, but that’s fine. “Then you are just as much of a hero as the rest of us.” Gently, Legend rubbed his back. “Maybe even more so. You did it without any divine intervention.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “And uh, I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” Short, sweet, and to the point. Legend had never been the best at apologies.

He felt Wind’s arms wrap around his mid-section tightly. “It’s ok. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have run off when you told me not to.”

And that was enough mushy feelings for the next month. He ruffled the boy’s hair, pulling them both up. “Alright. Why don’t we fix up that arm and actually get some food before dark?”

“Can I come with you this time?”

“Of course.”

-

That night, they sat side by side as the fire roared and stars danced overhead. Wind lay against Legend’s side with a blanket wrapped around both of them.

 “And that is how I met my roommate, who is also the most annoying person in the world.” Legend finished his story. How he was pulled into the classic bonding around the fire was a mystery. But unfortunately, he didn’t hate it.

Oh god, he was going soft, wasn’t he?

There was no response from Wind, which was slightly concerning. The kid had been a chatterbox since they wrapped up his arm and ate. A small snore had him looking down.

The boy was fast asleep, tucked under his arm and holding onto the front of his tunic. Legend smiled softly. It was slightly adorable. Never in a million years would he admit it out loud, but maybe, just maybe, he had begun seeing the youngest Link as a little brother.

How annoying.

Making sure the blanket was secure around them, he settled in for a long night of being a Hylian pillow. Would he wake up in the morning sore? Yeah. Would he complain about it to Wind until they found the others? Also, yeah. Did he regret it? Not a bit.

[boxboxlewis]

Daniel was such a fake, sometimes. They had a team debrief after the race and he sat there performing Serious Listening, frowning a bit to show he was paying attention, nodding at everything Andreas said, such a good sport, such a responsible member of the team. And then, afterwards, Lando saw him outside their driver rooms and he looked stressed as hell but the moment he noticed Lando he transformed: his face smoothed out, his worried forehead untightened and his smile snapped into place. He gave Lando a little friendly chin lift of acknowledgement, as if they actually liked each other, as if they were actually mates.

“Can you just. Stop it,” Lando said.

“Uh… might need some more detail, but sure.”

“We don’t like each other but you’re always fucking pretending and it’s annoying.” Lando knew he needed to rein himself in but his blood was pounding in his ears and Daniel’s face was so fucking stupid and smug. Someone needed to hit it: a nice firm slap.

“We’re teammates,” Daniel said, slowly, like he thought Lando was an idiot. “I’m not ‘pretending to like you,’ I’m being fucking collegial.”

“Well maybe you should stop.”

Daniel stared at him for a moment, then seemed to make a decision. “Right, ok, in here.” He jerked his head towards the doorway of his room and made a little shepherding motion with his hand and Lando found himself going in, helpless. 

Daniel followed him in and shut the door with a worryingly final click of the latch. “So,” he said, “what exactly is the problem here? Because as far as I can tell, you’re just being a dick for no reason.” 

He was standing too close to Lando; either that, or the room was too small. Lando swallowed. Daniel gave the tiniest flicker of a smirk—and all of a sudden Lando was furious again and talking, a torrent of words just flowing out of his mouth. 

“You’re a fucking has-been, Daniel, all right? I’m outperforming you every race but the team are still coddling you like you might suddenly be a winner again and it��s not going to happen! You’re past it but you keep on clinging on because you’re in denial, and I wouldn’t care except that it’s fucking with my races. I finished P9 today because I got team orders not to pass you, and it’s fucking ridiculous. You’re over, all right, the only reason you haven’t been sacked yet is because you’re ‘popular,’ and the only reason you’re popular is because of all the sad little Netflix fans who want to fuck you!” 

Daniel rubbed thoughtfully at his chin. He didn’t look nearly upset enough: Lando was panting, flooded with the metallic-tinged dread that always filled him after his anger had drained away and he was left desperate and waiting to see what reaction he’d provoked. But Daniel was calm and unaffected, fucking surveying him. “Huh,” he said. “Interesting.” He stepped closer to Lando. “Is it only the Netflix fans who want to fuck me, do we reckon?” His tone was conversational, as if they were bantering for the PR cameras, but he was so close Lando could feel his body heat.

“I—I don’t—”

Daniel shook his head. This close, Lando could’ve counted the hairs of his beard, if he’d wanted to, could’ve learned exactly the colour of his eyes. “It’s been a while since I taught a bratty little upstart how to shut up and take it, but you know, I bet it’s like riding a bike.”

[jeanniebug623]

🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 16: Me, Myself, & I

“Why can’t I go too?”, Spider asked for the umpteenth time in the last 24 hours, ever since learning the squad was being sent out on a mission but he would be staying behind. He ignored Quaritch sigh from the other end of the couch from where he sat. Even though the recom took him to the forest the day before, just the two of them to repaint his stripes and break the news, he mostly covered them up with an oversized black t-shirt and matching thin, baggy sweatpants. It was almost all or nothing for the kid. Either he was wearing his native loincloth or clothes far too big for him. 

“Spider.” Quaritch said firmly before softening his tone, “You’re gonna be ok.” 

They both knew it wasn’t so much the mission that had Spider nervous, though anything the RDA ordered was a contentious discussion since the kid only expected fire and brimstone. But General Ardmore was sending the recoms out on surveillance to a recently identified Na’vi settlement to confirm if it was a hostile gathering. Spider was afraid for the Na’vi, but also because ALL of the recoms were being sent out. He would be alone at Bridgehead. 

“Are you going to kill anyone?” Spider asked, continuing to pout and stare away from Quaritch. He was sitting with his arms propped on his knees. It wasn’t as guarded as when MJ was practically curled up in a ball when he hugged his knees in, but it was still a shield. 

“Our goal is to avoid contact altogether. Just watchin’.” Quaritch said, trying to sound as neutral as possible. Going into the forest when he found Spider and the Sully kids was supposed to just be testing the immune response for the recoms and look where that got them... 

“Then I should go.” Spider said forcefully, “I could tell you the difference between hunters and a war party in a heartbeat.” 

It was a good argument and would make the mission go much faster, but Ardmore made her orders clear. Until Spider’s response to the Na’vi could be witnessed in a controlled environment, he was to remain on base when a mission called for close encounters or potential contact. Quaritch hated to agree with her on it, but her argument was just as valid. Spider hadn’t seen any Na’vi since being captured. Would he stay the same or would someone else, maybe someone new, take over? 

“Kid, I want to believe that there wouldn’t be any issues.” Quaritch said as he walked over and crouched in front of Spider. He could keep looking away all he wanted but the colonel kept talking, “But we just don’t know. It could be dangerous for you or the squad or even the Na’vi.” 

“The RDA is what’s dangerous for the Na’vi.” Spider grumbled quietly, “Just look at me.” 

Quaritch pursed his lips together and cleared his throat at the jab. He didn’t have time to keep coddling the boy’s mood swing. He was trying to remember that this would be Spider’s first time alone in Bridgehead that wasn’t in a cell. 

“Spider, you listen to me.” Quaritch started and his ears pinned back before continuing, “And look at me when I’m talkin’ to you, boy.” He waited for Spider to roll his eyes back to him then nodded approvingly despite the attitude. “No one’s gonna get killed and you have everything you need in this apartment. Lyle made sure to stock the kitchen with everything a teenager could want. You have access to the mess, recom barracks, and fitness center.” 

“Yea, with a babysitter...” Spider said with another eye roll in reference to the two human soldiers that would be always outside the apartment. 

“That’s not a surprise and you know it, tiger.” Quaritch said bluntly. Yes, the boy did know. 

“So, I get a bigger cell.” Spider remarked sarcastically. 

“Practically royalty.” the colonel responded with a smirk and just as sarcastic. 

The teen frowned and let his knees drop so he could cross his legs then crossed his arms over his chest, looking away again. 

“You are going to be okay, Spider.” Quaritch said slowly, reiterating that he knew the real reason Spider didn’t want to be left behind. 

Spider relented and sighed, closing his eyes tightly and asked, “What if I’m not?” 

The colonel sighed. He had the same fears as Spider, he was just better at hiding it. Quaritch reached forward and put a hand on the kid’s broad shoulder that looked small in his hand. This caused Spider to open his eyes and the sass was gone. It was replaced by eyebrows pinching together and genuine concern in his brown eyes. Quaritch would give anything to stay behind to quell the boy’s fears. Or any of the recoms; someone he trusted. But this was more than a surveillance mission... 

General Ardmore was testing the colonel. A serious contingency with taking custody of Spider relied on his condition not interfering with Quaritch’s mission. If he’d tried to negotiate any part of the mission, from someone staying behind to arguing Spider should go, it would prove her right. That Spider was more important than the mission... 

“If you have any concerns, the infirmary is on speed dial.” Quaritch said reassuringly. 

Spider sighed. It didn’t matter what he said; Quaritch wasn’t going to stay for him. He understood the “test” the general was dishing out too. If there was one thing the recom was good at, it was being honest with him. And not the honesty he was used to, which was usually laced with annoyance or straight up hatred. He explained that Ardmore was waiting for them to screw up this arrangement so she could lock him up and throw away the key...but not before squeezing every bit of information out of him by any means necessary. 

The door slid open with swoosh and Wainfleet entered, a smile on his face. 

“Morning, champ, you going to miss us?” the corporal asked, knowing he was going to see one grumpy teenager even before he walked in the room. 

“Everyone but you...” Spider said, tightening his crossed arms around his chest. 

“Whaaat?” Wainfleet said, placing his hand over his heart in feigned offense, “After everything I did to make this place a teenage paradise?” 

Wainfleet had done a lot to make sure Spider was comfortable while they were gone. Instead of just a coffee maker, he convinced the others to help him commandeer other appliances like an electric kettle and small convection oven. The cabinets and small fridge were stocked with plenty of food and drinks, including some Pandoran fruit gathered from the botany unit’s greenhouse. Ja insisted on not shocking Spider’s system too much with only Earth food as well as healthy options, not just junk. 

“And don’t forget the tablet, my man, it’s got access to all kinds of stuff. Including an archive of over 10,000 comic books!” Wainfleet said, sounding more excited than Spider looked. The kid still didn’t know how the recoms knew he read comics when he was younger. No one had enlightened him about the experience with MJ and he doubted Miles was chummy enough with them to talk about something like that. 

“Mmhmm.” was all the teen said in response, looking at the floor. 

“Be back as soon as possible. Be good, tiger.” Quaritch said with a ruffle of Spider’s hair, stood up to retrieve his pack, and was gone. 

Spider sat in the silence of the apartment for a while. He really didn’t know what to do, if he was being honest with himself. He didn’t want to deal with the soldiers. Instead, the teen turned on the tablet and started looking through Wainfleet’s coveted comic book collection. Lots of Spider-Man...that had to be intentional. He wanted to be upset, thinking they were making fun of his chosen name, but........he really did like Spider-Man so he looked for the first introduction of Miles Morales. His favorite. 

The first day wasn’t bad. Granted, Spider had lost all concept of time reading comics. He only got off the couch to use the bathroom or raid the kitchen. Before he knew it, it was dark outside but kept flipping through the virtual pages until he fell asleep in the middle of a fight between the forces of good and evil that only superheroes could provide. 

Halfway through the next day, reading comics wasn’t keeping Spider’s attention. He really wanted to go outside but knew that wasn’t allowed. Maybe he could check out the fitness center? He needed to burn off the cabin fever somehow. He rolled off the couch and went over to the door. It opened automatically and the two human soldiers looked at him in unison. The normal thumbprint access had been temporarily turned off so Spider couldn’t lock himself in there. 

“What do you need, kid?” asked one of the guards. Quaritch had handpicked the security detail himself. 

“I’m just...bored.” Spider said, looking between the two men, “Thought I’d check out the gym...” 

The one who spoke nodded to the other and they started walking with Spider in tow. He’d never been to the gym before. He knew how to get to the mess, recom barracks, and hospital wing. He hadn’t been anywhere else enough times to remember, even forgetting the route to the prison. Well, that was a memory Spider didn’t need so he’d take that as a plus... 

Spider remembered the gym at Hell’s Gate but it was nothing like what he walked into. It was massive! Lined with exercise machines, sparring mats, and combat equipment like dummies and punching bags. Through one long wall of windows, he could see a large pool and, after craning his head, could see people running on an open track a level up around the room. 

“How do I get up there?” Spider said, pointing up at the track. 

“You just want to run?” one of the guards asked. It was no hidden secret to anyone who saw him that the kid was built like a Greek statue. Even in the baggy clothes, he still looked muscular and more fit than most of the soldiers on Pandora. 

“Yea, I just want to run...” Spider answered with a nod. It was no precariously linked roots between floating mountains or weaving obstacle course of moss-covered branches, but he liked running. If anything, he’d just be able to run faster at the man-made track even though the thought of a perfectly flat surface had always been strange and unnatural to him. Even after growing up in Hell’s Gate. 

“You want sneakers or something...?” the other guard asked as they led him up a flight of stairs and out onto the balcony-like track. 

“No, why?” Spider asked as his nose wrinkled at the unpleasant smell of chemicals emanating from the pool water to keep it clean. He watched a few people go by then took off his shirt to toss it on a bench. He wasn’t sure exactly what the “etiquette” was, so he started jogging at a slow pace before picking up speed when he could hear a couple people hazing each other into a challenge. Running in a circle was boring as hell after a few laps, but quicker and deeper breaths he took was a growing familiarity he loved. As he picked up speed, he blocked out the sound of voices and feet stomping on the metal track covered by a thin layer of spongy material. He focused onto the sounds he could pretend was something else, like the air vents recycling the air was a natural breeze or the sound of people in the pool was splashing in a swimming hole he’d go to with his friends. 

Spider wasn’t sure how long he ran or when he picked up speed to be more than sprinting. Nor did he realize the track clearing as people watched the blue-painted teen with dreadlocks flying wildly behind him as he dominated each painted checkpoint like it was a single stride. When he did notice, he came to an abrupt stop and scanned the room. His heart pounded in his chest differently seeing all these eyes on him... 

“Damn!” came a jovial voice and Spider whipped his head around to a dark-skinned man pressing a button on his watch then looking up with gray eyes and a big smile, “Kid did a 3 min 17.65!” 

The teen was completely taken out of it and tilted his head, “...what? I did a what?” 

“Oh, sorry.” said the man as he walked over. Other than required personal, this was the first person to approach Spider without an official reason. “I was timing you. You dominated this track, man. You ran a mile in 3 minutes and 17.65 seconds.” 

Spider had no idea why that was so exciting, but he went along with it. Anyone who looked at or talked to him like a person was a welcome change. But he still didn’t understand the thrill of being able to run fast... 

“Good?” Spider said awkwardly. 

“Better than good, fastest I’ve seen recorded on two planets.” the man said with a laugh. 

“I know you.” the teen said and pointed at the other man, “You’re the blood guy.” 

The dark-skinned man laughed again and held out his hand, “The name’s Devin, my man. But yea. I’m the phlebotomist who’s assigned to your medical team.” He wasn’t sure if he’d insulted Spider by offering to shake his hand then course-corrected by drawing his fingers down from his forehead. 

Pleasantly surprised by the Na’vi greeting, Spider smiled and returned the gesture as he introduced himself, “Spider.” 

“Ah, good to officially meet you without a needle in my hand.” Devin joked. 

“Yea, this is better.” Spider joked right back. 

“You’re my first human patient on Pandora. I’m part of the Blue Diamonds.” Devin explained, but Spider’s confused look told him that the title meant nothing. “We’re an anthropology team that studies the Na’vi. We came out to Pandora with the recombinants to make sure their activation went smoothly.” 

“Activation?” Spider asked, raising a brow at the term, “Like you turned on a machine?” 

“Something like that.” Devin said with a shrug. 

“How come you’re assigned to me if you work with the recoms? Not exactly the same anatomy...” Spider asked curiously. 

“I was assigned after the, uh...first incident in the med bay.” Devin said while clearing his throat, trying not focus on what Miles had done to land Spider in restraints. 

“Oh...” Spider said with a sigh. So, Devin was just another RDA lackey following orders. “After I ripped some guy’s face off...sorry you gotta deal with me...” 

“Hey, Spider, you got nothing to apologize for.” Devin said. The honesty in his voice drew Spider’s surprised attention. Other than Quaritch, no one had said that to him. He was even more surprised when the man leaned in closer and said quietly, “What happened to you? Insane...” 

Spider was taken aback that the man dared to get this close to him and sound genuinely concerned. 

“You have no idea...” he responded quietly. 

A high-pitched whistle interrupted them and they looked over Spider’s escort waving him over. 

“End of shift, kid, need to get you back!” one of the guards yelled over. Not embarrassing for a sixteen-year-old at all... 

“Hey, I’ll catch you later.” Devin said with a light clap on Spider’s shoulder, “Maybe get you down to the lab or something for a change of scenery.” 

“Thanks, blood guy.” Spider said with a smirk as the man jogged off to the people he’d left. He immediately showed them his watch to prove the time Spider ran a mile was true. Sky people were so weird sometimes... 

Spider felt revitalized for those few hours he spent running the track and decided to just eat dinner in the apartment again after a quick shower. His stripes were still vibrant after the hot shower as he toweled off in the steamy ensuite between the two bedrooms. After squeezing most of the water out of his locs, Spider flipped his hair back and turned to the mirror to leave the room. 

But he froze. His brown eyes stared at his reflection, obscured by words he couldn’t see until after the steam revealed: 

‘DON'T TRUST THEM’ 

[tinytinybumblebee]

ack thank youthankyou for being ok with getting these hcs!! It’s just a long ask is all and I didn’t wanna like. Destroy your inbox and I also don’t really wanna come off anon to do a submission because my softness for agere is something I’d rather keep to myself, people can be nasty about it :( but yeah here are some of my bby astarion hcs!!

• Regresses from 3 months to 2 years

favored nicknames include little star (since that’s what his name means and all), prince/little prince, starshine, starlight, and ofc the classic baby boy

teethes like a baby shark in that he must investigate everything with his mouth! If he’s feeling especially little as well he’s not good at asking his cg for much of anything so if he’s hungry he’s going to be nibbling at them and whining all the while. Pacifier very necessary with him, he definitely needs a clip so he never loses it

I play by the rules that vampires can better pass for living people the more well-fed on blood they are and having enough blood reactivates some body processes like warmth, a false heartbeat, breathing, and digestion for nonblood things so basically what I’m saying is if he has enough blood in his system he can have some normal baby treats. He likes bottles of milk with vanilla and honey, and all kinds of red berries mashed up for him to enjoy, like strawberries, raspberries, cranberries, etc. Those are his favorite treats:)

Some little ones encourage their cgs to discipline them but astarion is not one of those. No discipline, please, just give him a stern-talking to, he’ll get so upset at anything else

Because he’s astarion with his massive ego no matter how much he trusts someone he represses his tiny side a lot and is pretty embarrassed about it, but the right actions from his designated cg can make him drop like that.

Picks one designated cg and that’s it, no one else. Will pitch a fit if separated even for a moment

He likes to be held, cuddled, anything that has him close to his cg. Rocking him is an instant happy boy.

Some little ones never say anything about needing a diaper change and must be checked constantly. He is NOT one of those little ones. When he has an accident it will be known, he hates how yucky it feels and will immediately start whining and crying

He’s a big crybaby but he recovers fast. Usually it’s just when his cg pushes the right button then bam tears stop instantly.

Doesn’t really do toys, he doesn’t get them… he just wants dada/mama. The things he does like to play with are his blankie, his one special stuffy (a floppy white bunny) and puppets and rattles if his carer is waving them at him

Brush his hair, give him baths, button his clothes, dress him, change him, ultimate sign of trust because of his horrible background is when he lets his cg interact with his clothes, especially undressing him. But it takes time to get there, such as the first few times they had to give him a bath he shrieked like a banshee but was distracted with words of reassurance and kisses

Loves to be praised!! Call him a brave little boy or tell him how pretty he is or how happy he makes you, he will be such a happy boy

Giggles+wiggles!! When he’s happy he squirms and giggles and babbles, oh boy does he babble, little Astarion and big Astarion have one thing in common and it’s that they’re soooo chatty

Must be held at all times and NEVER to be left alone. Especially while sleeping, waking up without his carer in arm’s reach is a one way track to meltdown town for good reason

Must be the most precious, delicate and adorable thing in the room at all times. Will also never willingly share his carer.

Big Astarion hates being coddled but baby Astarion? coddle coddle coddle, must treat like he’s made of glass

When he’s big he will deny literally everything that happened when he was little but rest assured he treasures every last minute of it.

Grabby hands all the way! Grabby hands at everything he wants… most of the time that would be mama/dada

Doesn’t like reminders of his vampirism when little, just whatever is instinct to him but he doesn’t like thinking about much else

Loves aaaaaall the little gear. He is not the type to want to regress with whatever is lying around, he wants all the diapers and onesies and strollers and what have you, whatever keeps him as removed from his adult life as possible

That’s just some of what I have!! I’m so sorry for this absolute monster of an ask, your blog just inspires me so much I’m such a big fan <33

WAAAAAAA oh my goodness these are absolutely phenomenal aaaAAAAA 🥺💖💖💖💖 rotating these in my mind forever now!!!

Thank you so so much for sharing these😭💖 Bby Astarion deserves all the coddling and loving praise aaaaAAAAAAAAA

[firstdegreefangirl]

Tim and Lucy + you dont need to pretend with me

“Lucy,” Tim calls after her as everyone parades out of the roll call room. She works her way backward through the crowd and joins Tim at the podium. 

“What’s up?” 

“I just wanted to check in, see how you’re doing. With … everything.”  

Lucy shits her weight between her feet, fingers wrapping anxiously around her gun belt as she dodges the question. “It’s been almost three weeks.” 

“I know. And I also know people stop checking in, sometimes before they should. So, how are you doing?” 

She takes a long moment to consider what Tim is asking. 

How is she doing? 

She’s alright, she thinks. Her shoulder aches a little bit, stiff from sleeping differently now that Chris is sharing her bed more nights than not. And she’s tired, waking up every few hours between his nightmares and her own. She doubled down on coffee this morning, to make up for not waking up in time for breakfast, so she’s all jittery. 

And to top it all off, Rosalind is still out there. 

Still, it could have been so much worse.  

“I’m great!” She finally says, plastering on a grin. “Everything’s great. It’s great, Chris is great and we’re great, and it's just …" Lucy feels herself rambling and trails off. 

“Great?” Tim supplies, with a smile that quickly fades. “You’ve been through a lot, you know? It’s OK if things are … not great right now.” 

His voice is gentle, but he’s not coddling her. That, mixed with his words and the look of understanding on his face, unlocks something buried deep in Lucy’s chest.  

She sucks in a deep breath.  

“Can we … maybe go talk somewhere quieter?” 

Tim leads her to a rarely used meeting room, past booking and interrogation. He closes the door behind them and turns to face her.  

“Want to try that again?” Lucy nods. “How are you doing?” 

“I’m …" She chickens out. “Fine.”  

“Lucy. C’mon. You don’t need to pretend with me.” 

“I’m … tired. Like all the time, and I just keep having to deal with more.” She drops to sit sideways in one of the chairs, wrapping her arm along the back. “It’s one thing after another: going undercover, Rosalind, Chris, work … Chris …" She’s not sure why she says his name again.  

“Chris?” Tim echoes. 

“How are you supposed to break up with someone who almost died because of you?” 

“Because of Rosalind,” Tim interjects. “You didn’t do anything to him. She did.” 

“Because he’s connected to me.” Tim opens his mouth to argue again, but Lucy keeps going. “And either way, how am I supposed to leave him alone to recover? He can barely open a car of peanut butter.” 

“And just because of that you want to …" 

“No! I don’t know! Maybe? Not because he’s hurt, I would never. But since we … before Vegas, I’ve been thinking about it? But then we got back and … you know. So know I’m taking care of him, and he thinks we’re something and I … I don’t know. What do you think?” 

“I think … if you’re thinking about this, I mean, what’s your plan? Keep stringing him along, letting him think things are fine? That’s not fair to either of you.” 

“Yeah …" Lucy sighs. She knows Tim is right, but still. It feels cruel, somehow, to cut him loose so soon after he almost bled out on her sofa. “Don’t people say not to make major life changes right after traumatic events?” 

“They do.” Tim nods, sitting down across from her. “But I don’t think that includes things you were thinking about before the trauma happened.” 

“Are you saying …" Lucy eyes him warily, trying to keep the butterflies out of her stomach and the knot out of her throat. If he is, if Tim is saying what Lucy has been feeling since that evening they spent together in her living room … 

She’s terrified to think about how quickly she’d act on it. 

“I’m saying that I can’t tell you what to do. But I’ve stayed in dead-end relationships before, and they’ve never worked themselves out. If you’ve been thinking about it this long and you’re not sure you’re in the right place, maybe that’s your answer.” 

Lucy looks at him head-on now, his bright eyes and soft smile. She thinks about how many times he’s dropped everything for her. She owes him everything, and even so, she knows that wouldn’t change her feelings about him. 

When she smiles, and he smiles back, she feels calmer than she has in over a month.  

“Yeah … maybe it is.” 

[finniestoncrane]

Hi again Finnie! Number 9 this time you beautiful angel! (Also feel free to choose any rouge, I know there might be a bias but go crazy, go sicko mode!)

Okay sooooo….

I am 22 years old! I have shoulder length blonde hair and pink glasses! I’m plus sized but also very animated! I have green blue eyes! I’m about 5ft and 7 inches tall! (What’s that in metric idk whatever, freedom units bestie!)

I love baking! It’s probably one of my main live languages outside of gifts and quality time! If you get me in your corner I am a ride or die person who’s very very loyal. I’ll stand up for you and always be on your side no matter what! With those vibes im also very sweet! I like to make sure my loved ones are doing okay and try and help them if I can.

You know I love puns and talking! I talk too much and that sometimes annoys people, but im really bubbly and able to bounce around from person to person and talk about anything! I love the color purple, I kinda like to wear sparkly makeup and just glitter period. I think I can be very tender and soft so maybe a rouge who would like to be coddled in a way?

Currently in college for history but I want to go into art history! I hope you can fill in the blanks my darling and I didn’t talk too much

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ok you gave me permission to go unexpected!! sav, i knew exactly who to give you. someone who would appreciate how sweet and wonderful you are and who would cherish everything you have to offer 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok so someone who would appreciate a beautiful, soft bodied angel who is also tall? jervis tetch, at your service

first of all, the baking? a perfect addition to any tea party. it would be completely delightful for you two to host together, and share your joys with each other, or friends

it would make him feel complete, to have someone who brought something to the table (pun intended) equal to what he wants to bring

which i also think would work for him too. you're such a giving person, above and beyond, and jervis is also quite a strong giver and lover, so you're both equal on that aspect, no one is feeling like they're doing more of their share of the adoration between the two of you

he needs someone who is loyal to him, someone who can stick up for him and advocate for him, someone to calm him down and bring him back to reality and sanity when he loses himself a little bit, but who is equally willing to indulge in those creative fantasies and the sense of childlike wonder

jervis talks constantly. he likes reading out loud and reciting poetry and rhymes and jabbering away, so he'd love someone who could match his energy, or just someone to listen to him, or let him listen to them

physical affection is a must for him, although any kind of affection would work. he deeply wants a friend more than most things, and a soft, kind, friendly soul like you would be everything he wanted and needed and more

constantly holding your hand would be how he would soothe himself and i have no doubt you'd be up for offering him that level of comfort

and sparkles and glitter and purple all seem so whimsical, like you're a walking wonderland, joyous and bright and so much better than the real world around you. he could lose himself in you for days

[siriuslyreads]

Crush by Tracy Wolff: A Review

Title: Crush

Series: Crave Series

Author: Tracy Wolff

Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy

Rating: 4/5 Stars

Release Date: Sept 29, 2020

Format: Audiobook

Synopsis:

Everything feels off—especially me. I’ve returned to Katmere Academy, but I’m haunted by fragments of days I have no recollection of living and struggling to understand who, or what, I really am.

Just when I start to feel safe again, Hudson is back with a vengeance. He insists there are secrets I don’t know about, threatening to drive a wedge between Jaxon and me forever. But for worse enemies are at our doorstep.

The Circle is caught in a power play and the Vampire Court is trying to drag me out of my world and into theirs. The only thing Hudson and Jaxon agree on is that leaving Katmere would mean my certain death.

And not only am I fighting for my life, but now everyone else’s is at stake—unless we can defeat an unspeakable evil. All I know is that saving the people I love is going to require sacrifice.

Maybe more than I’m able to give.

Review:

I went into this book confused. Not about the book itself but about my feelings for the book/series as a whole. I can tell you whole-heartedly I enjoyed the shit out of this book. Grace was less annoying, and the other characters were much more well-rounded. I could not stand Jaxon though. And I think that was the point, he gets to a point in this book where he is so dead set on protecting her that he ignores her when she tells him that she can handle her own. The whole “damsel in distress” trope is one I cannot stand, specifically when the damsel is indeed not in distress and is far more powerful than the rescuer.

Overall this book felt like it grew up a bit, not a ton; it is still definitely YA, but less in the cringey way that Crave was.

The best addition in this book was Hudson. Obviously, we see things through Grace’s eyes, and we see her fear and hatred of him, specifically because he is in her head. But his wit and sarcasm made this book so freaking good. Add into it that Hudson very clearly was in Grace’s corner from page one and knew she could take care of herself, and he is just wonderful. There is a strange dichotomy between the Vega brothers. Jaxon is focused on protecting Grace, to the detriment of himself, and wants to coddle and protect her. Then we see Hudson, who does want to protect her, but knows that a part of that is allowing her to come into her full powers, even if it is not easy and even if it means she gets hurt along the way. I’ve seen a ton of division between fans of the first book hating this book, and I believe the ultimate reasons is that readers want a certain type of love interest. Some are ok with the overbearing love interest who will drop everything to protect his mate. Others want a romance that acts more as a partnership with both partners protecting the other. The ones who want the first are team Jaxon and probably did not like this book. The latter are team Hudson and love this book far more than the first. (You can take a guess as to which I am, it should be easy)

Her ’relationship’ with Hudson leads to so much world building. Some of it good and some of it absolutely heartbreaking. We got to visit the Dragon boneyard and lose a precious member of the pack along the way. We see the unkillable beast and find out how and why he was made the way he is. And we get to see the Ludaris tournament played twice! The first game I was honestly pretty bored. I am not a sports person and while it was interesting, I just didn’t care much for it. The second game however, when Grace is one her own facing her classmates for a place on the circle, that was riveting, and I was metaphorically on the edge of my seat. Again, this instance brings in the dichotomy of the Vega brothers. Jaxon very much thought that Grace was crazy for requesting the right of her place in the circle. Hudson knew it was necessary and did what he could to help her.

The twists in this book were honestly unexpected (though I did read some spoilers beforehand, I had to know if I needed to stick out the first one ok!). These twists also happen pretty close together and to the end of the book, meaning that there is no break to process. I was so grateful that I could pick up the third book immediately.

I reluctantly read the first book, rolling my eyes multiple times. But ultimately this book entranced me and did not let me go. I hope the rest live up to what this was!

[jannelbabblessims]

Poppy Oliver: Part 7- Lou’s clues & The pup trials

—-Lou—–

Things have been kinda relaxing as of late. Poppy and I have spent far more time together and little by little I have been weaving bits of my “life” into our conversations and giving her the ability to get to know me better. I have to tell you, this is a very hard thing for me to do given my whole life hasn’t been surrounded by the friendliest of people and even with Rory, who has been there most of my werewolf life, doesn’t know a lot about me, we just have this understanding and we work with it. The rest of the pack is another story, we will need to unpack at a later time. but overall, I am just happy things are getting to the point that Poppy can trust me more.

But she still doesn’t know my secret life as a werewolf, or the fact that Jasper could potentially be one as well.

Which has brought us to today.

Jasper has been doing super well in advancing in all his toddler abilities. He has no problem walking, learning to talk (it’s choppy but that’s ok) ,potty training and everything. Super smart child, I am sure he gets that from Poppy because it sure as shit ain’t from me.

I also haven’t had any signs come through of the Werewolf gene. Usually, it will sprout pretty early on with slight howling as infants but Jasper rarely cried as a baby (could be from Poppy’s constant coddling). Now that he’s a bit older I can test his abilities a bit more and hope that he doesn’t come out with the gene.

As bad as it sounds to say that, I just want him to be a normal kid. While I love who I am and where I belong, it was a hard road to get to this place in feeling this way and there will be changes galore for him…

Fuck…

Well I need to get Poppy out of the house at least so I can make this happen and quick.

“Pops” I called out.

“Yes?” She responded, her voice carrying from up the stairs, ” I’m with Jasper”

I quicky made my way up the stairs and into his room. On the floor her and Jasper sat, playing with the dolls in his doll house….And I heard it…As well as felt it..

He was quietly growling while playing…It was quick and I am pretty sure Poppy didn’t even notice anything at all, too consumed by the enjoyment she was having by spending time with her son. She always glowed in these moments of just being a mom. But he was growing, and with it included a small twinge of power lingering around, naked to the human eye but very apparent for me.

Thank God she didn’t notice a thing because right now I am a bit worried already. This testing really needed to happen NOW.

“Pops,” I whined, not normally my thing but it will have to do,” There’s nothing to eattttttt.”

Poppy immediately snorted at this, “Lou, you’re a grown-ass man. Go find food.”

I will have you fucking know, I hunt every night. I provide food for myself… Then come back and eat more when she makes our meals. It’s even been requiring me to go on extra runs just to make sure to keep the weight off.

Right now I needed her out of the house.

“I’m gonna die if you keep this up girlie, What about Jasper? He has one jar of food left.”

This stopped Poppy in her tracks, frowning as she thought about this. She hated when I pointed out any sort of semblance to her potentially not providing for our son. Usually, this will start a battle of wits and back-talking, but today I think she might genuinely be worried

“How long has it been since I last when to the store,” She asked thoughtfully, mentally counting back the days I assume.

“Who knows, the first time you practically bought out the entire store of baby food..” And she really did too, the second Jasper was born she went into full-on perfect mom mode. It was insane and terrifying. That woman is a fucking force.

She glared at me briefly for that comment but in the end, her anxiety got the best of her.

“Ok, I should probably grab some groceries for all of us and maybe we start working on some soft food options for him to try now, what do you think?”

I needed her to be out for a while so anything she could think of would be fantastic.

“Take all the time you need, the kid and I need to bond more anyways since you take up all his time,” I smirk crossing my arms at her, getting a rise out of her is my favorite thing to do. One day she will get me for it though.

Again her arched brow raised in annoyance, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked at me hard. Trying to figure out what to say. She pulled herself up from the ground and starts making her way to the door, giving me a side glance before continuing through.

“I’m done, I’m not even going to fight this. Take care of Jasper and I will be back.”

she continued down the stairs and out the door.

Perfect…

Time to start.

Trial #1: Growling

Since I heard him growling earlier, I knew that was the first test to do. It will definitely be the easiest. Then from there, we will work on other gifted mannerisms then we will move on to some safety basics if he is successful. This is now the Jasper trials.

Jasper obviously had no clue what was going on. His sweet little toddler face just peeking at me from around his toys. Of course this would be a tough time and I would not be willing to comfortably transform in front of him till he understood what was going on to himself.

How the fuck do you explain this to a toddler?!?!

I reached out to pick him up and take him outside, we also needed to be somewhere a bit discreet and thankfully to my handiwork and slight scare tactic of ensuring our child was safe, I was able to make a tall fence (I’m a handsome handy man after all) around the perimeter of the yard for mostly this moment. to be away from prying eyes without putting ourselves in danger.

“Ok Jasper, we are going to play a few games ok?” I scooped him up and pushed him up onto my shoulders. “This is what we call a secret though, you know what a secret is right?”

Jasper nodded his head enthusiastically at me, “I Know, I know!”

Damn he was real smart…

“Ok so that means we can’t tell mommy, she is scared of these games, “I mean I’m not lying, she would be scared, “But you’re a big strong boy right?”

Jasper put on his big smile and nodded his head quickly again.

We make our way outside and into the backyard. I put him on the ground and had him facing me.

Ok hear goes, so us the difference between the growling a Were can do vs. a human is that it puts off an effect, almost a small pulse of power. I know, it sounds fucking weird to humans, but it’s in our nature to have the power behind our voice. And this is also how we communicate, in the form of our power providing many things from intimidation to dominance, or even a cry for help depending how we push the force out. As a Were it is also easy to produce without much practice, so in Jasper’s case, if he is Were, it will be like nothing for him. It will be natural instinct for him. He will also respond to the power as well, much like howling, if I react a way in growling, he will unconsciously do it as well, so let’s see if it works.

I look to him and smile, “Alright bud, We are gonna play a hearing game,” Yeah that should work, I’m improvising here, “I’m going to make a sound and I need you to let whatever you feel happen ok?”

I let out a small playful growl and watched Jasper carefully, immediately I could see his face light up in a surprised recognition, like he had heard or felt this way before, which he might’ve been the link of us both being family, the tie pushing him to respond. He already was answering my call with a tiny growl of his own, matching my power with his but a twinge of excitement lining it. Natural for a newly-turned wolf or pup.

Well, that was the first round and he is definitely showing signs.

This time I pushed out a much more aggressive growl, yet not too much to scare him. To my surprise, he shot back with a large growl of his own! His force pushing at me to the point I stumbled back slightly, losing my footing.

Are you fucking kidding me? He almost outdid some of the newly-turned members of our pack! I growled back again to match him, we were a duo of power!

This brought on not only some worry but a swell of pride flowing through me. My son was not only a Werewolf judging from this moment, but a strong one at that.

“Well done!” I clapped my hands at him, kneeling down beside him. Very good indeed, “Next we will try a more advanced one.”

Onto howling, much similar to growling, it is a force of power we push out as a sign of communication. I took a deep breath and let out a howl, not for the pack but for just us two.

Without skipping a beat he sat up on his knees, howling alongside me. Again his power crawling to match my own.

Dare I say it, but if this goes on… We may have a future alpha on our hands..

That’s a terrifying thought.

We worked on a few other things, Digging, running, and most of all just getting him to understand his need to control his power and at the same time make it seem like a game. He’s too young yet to fully understand everything and I want him to stay as young as he can.

Also don’t want Poppy getting freaked out either.

We kept on running around the yard, thinking how freeing it was to do this without prying eyes.

(Or so he thought……)

Later that night:

By the end of our training it was getting dark, Jasper was clearly tuckered out but enjoyed every second of the “games” we were playing. I took him back upstairs to prep him for dinner and bed.

I decided to test his diet as well. I brought up two plates of food and asked him if he wanted to try two pieces of meat, cooked little pieces of steak or…..Raw meat.

He looked to each plate, eyes shifting quickly between both. Licking his lips as he did.

Surprisingly he reached out for the raw meat and chomped his little teeth into it. A look of content as he started chewing away. Another mark checked on the Werewolf trials…

“Daddy my teeth better,”

A wash of worry hit me, ” Your teeth have been hurting?”

He nodded his head at me and chomped again on the meat.

“But this good!“ he squealed, humming slightly as he finished the meat.

This meant his fangs were starting to come in. The meat being chewy was helping him cope with it. Thankfully we can play that off as normal teething for a bit… I hope.

I’m also going to need to hide the evidence of the raw meat before Poppy gets home..

And hunt double time now!

——————————-

After a quick potty training session I was surprised to see Poppy in Jasper’s room, Waiting for us.

“Hey Pops, How was your day?” I stammered out, still a bit shocked by her presence and feeling the guilt seep in, sneaking around like this was getting to me.

“Actually pretty well,” She smiled, happy to talk about her day, “On the way to the store I ran into that stupid fucking welcome wagon gang and well…They dragged me along for a welcome lunch at Chez Llama. It was kinda nice actually as much as I hate to admit it.”

That was actually very nice to hear. After learning of her mysterious amnesia, she never had any relationships aside from us and well this may now be a good advantage for many reasons.

Not being selfish or anything…

Before I could say anything in response, Jasper came running in, his little Wolf onesie on and being super adorable as usual.

“Hi Mommy!!!” He squealed, giving her a big sloppy kiss on her face. He sat on the floor as he animatedly babbled at her.

“Did you have a good day sweetie?” She asked him, her face brightened at his happy attitude. I am thinking him being able to let his Wolf tendencies out took alot of aggression out of him and helped him to better control his mood. Hmm will have to keep up with that.

“YEAH!” He screamed in a high pitch voice, bouncing around and suddenly getting up and barreling into me. “Daddy and I played games all day!”

Please dont say anything. Please don’t say anything.

“We pretended we were Puppies!!!” HE giggled out and a little gallop around the room.

Thankfully she didn’t think anything of it.

“That’s wonderful honey!,” She beamed at her son’s laughter then looked to me, ” But now it’s time to wind down, who do you want to put you to bed?”

He looked to me and smiled the cutest little toothy grin.

“DadDDdddddYYYYY,” He squealed again.

“Okay okay, I can see where I am not wanted,” She sighed in a playfully dramatic tone, “Thankfully Mommy could use some sleep so Daddy can handle Goodnight time.”

She stood up and quicker pecked a small kiss upon his head and started to walk past me.

“Have fun.”

Within minutes I was passed out in bed. I sat down next to him. Mentally drained by the day… My son is for sure a Werewolf and a powerful one at that. This poses a lot of factors….. Within our family, the pack, and the world… I had no fucking idea what I was going to do about this…

I just know I gotta tell the pack before hell breaks loose. We at least need to figure out protection before anything else…

TO BE CONTINUED…….

A/N: A humongous thank you to Snarky Witch for commissioning some werewolf pup training poses for my series!!! She was amazingly communicative and quick!!

And she will be releasing these as early access soon on her patreon! Check out her patreon here!!! https://www.patreon.com/snarkysims/posts

[malice-death]

RTD Pt.4

Due to the fact that we having power failures in the area I live in, I decided to make another part of this from my phone.

So, thank you to all that read these.

Mailman: I wish she knew me.

Burnface: What do you mean?

Mailman: I just wanted to tell her goodbye. I never got to.

Burnface: Hmm. Okay give me a moment.

Mailman: Ok, be safe.

[In the universe of RWBY that we all know]

Burnface: Mailman says he’s sorry.

Ruby confused as hell: Ok?

Burnface: alright, have a nice night.

[Burnface leaves]

Ruby: Yang did you see that?

Yang shrugged: I think that was Cinder this time?

Ruby: That doesn’t matter, I mean did the mailman forget my package?

Yang: Tomorrow’s Sunday Ruby, there isn’t going to be any mail.

Ruby: oh right.

————————————————————————

Burnface: I can’t swim, but I sure drown people

Coward weakly raises a hand: I can’t swim either.

Burnface glares at him: I didn’t fucking ask.

————————————————————————

Frozen Nightmare: Remember to always be there for your sister.

Winter: I understand, but I don’t think she needs me though.

Frozen Nightmare: I didn’t say to coddle her, I said to be there for her.

Winter: Than I swear to be there.

Frozen Nightmare: Good, now I’m going to pop a cold one.

————————————————————————

Oscar: I love you Ruby

Ruby: I love you too Oscar

Mailman: Go get her me!

Nora: WOOOOOOO! THAT’S A POINT FOR ROSEGARDEN!!!!!

Neo: *in sign language* Totally called it.

Jaune: I know Neo and Nora, but who is the other guy?

Ren shrugging: unsure, but he doesn’t seem to be a threat.

Jaune: Fair point.

————————————————————————

Emerald: So who was I in your universe Cinder?

Burnface: you were my sister. *she says quietly*

Emerald: Uh what was that?

Burnface: I said that you were nothing.

[ Sprints out of the room.] ————————————————————————

Coward: I’m glad that you are truly happy in your universe Blake.

Blake: Thanks Adam, that means a lot coming from you.

Coward starting to sweat: Who’s Adam? My name’s Coward, I have no idea who this Adam is.

Blake: I know, I just hope that your happy to.

Coward: I’ll be okay.

————————————————————————

Mailman: My favorite is Fear.

Burnface: No the best one is Awake.

Frozen Nightmare: Your both wrong the best one is Hero.

Coward: Well my favorite is The Edge.

Trio in Unison: SHUT THE FUCK UP COWARD!!

Coward: okay.

——————————————————————____ Coward: I’m scared of everything, and yet there’s no one there to cuddle me.

Blake: I could cuddle you?

Coward: that’s okay Blake, you have a girlfriend.

Blake: uh I don’t have a girlfriend.

Coward: wait I forget our universe is in a different universe!

[getting to his feet] Coward: I must leave

[And he left] Blake: what a weird guy.

————————————————————————

Qrow: Looks like your back again.

Frozen Nightmare: I dropped my flask in a random timeline, you just happen to pick it up.

Qrow: So what, it’s mine now.

Frozen Nightmare: No it’s still mine!

[Pt.2 of the flask war] ————____________________________________ Weiss: Guys I think I’m being stalked.

Ruby: what makes you say that?

Weiss: it’s because I was doing a mission with Jaune a few days ago, and when a large grim was close to killing me a figure saved me.

Yang: Couldn’t that have been Jaune?

Weiss: That’s what I thought, but he was way in the other side of the field

Blake: Well, how is that stalking, because that seems to be one instance?

Weiss: No whenever I leave my apartment there’s someone following me. Whenever I go to the store, someone already pays for my whole cart. And I mean I could go on.

Blake: No I think that’s serious.

Ruby: yeah, have you told the police?

Weiss: I did my since I don’t have some sort of solid lead, they can’t help me.

Yang: Well you’ll have to stay with one of us to keep you safe.

Weiss: thanks guys, but Winter already offered to have her stay at her house until it gets better.

Frozen Nightmare: Good Weiss, good. Make sure that you stay safe.

————————————————————————Coward: What is love with it’s not with you?

[campbluelake]

The Thespian | Malyce Body Reaction

Jealousy was no stranger to Malyce. It was no stranger to Marion Faustino, who looked to every person with envious green eyes. How greatly he wanted, how greatly he needed what others had. He was also no stranger to how jealousy built a wall between himself and others. You can't necessarily give someone your whole person if you were sickeningly jealous of them.

And somewhere deep, deep in Malyce's heart, he was jealous of Leonidas. The way he smiled at the world, so unbothered. His good looks, his height, his acting talents, his personality, his relationship to Warrick. Malyce had always wanted these bits and pieces at one point in his life. Connection, beauty, happiness. To Malyce, Leon had it all. Though they were kind to one another, Malyce's own hangups about what he wants from Leon set that wall between them. They had miscommunications, they had disagreements. Malyce couldn't help himself from being hypersensitive to everything Leon said, as if he knew Malyce's shame, and was punishing him for it. But he spoke so genuinely, always. Malyce remembers words that began to change how he perceived him.

"... There's no ladder, man, just be my friend."

Even though Malyce kept saying the wrong thing, or doing dumb shit out of his own insecurity, all Leon wanted was to be friends. He wanted to move past their awkwardness and get closer. In contrast to people who made Malyce feel undeserving of even a single chance, Leon has given Malyce so many. Malyce's jealousy began to melt away the more he saw him. When Leon lost Warrick, Malyce saw another side of him that he didn't even intend to hide. Malyce began shifting his perception of the other and saw a man who had so many facets, even when Malyce was forcing himself to see one side of Leon. He finally felt at ease, bringing him snacks to keep him fed when he was grieving.

Or during this motive, when he felt so weak and tired, Malyce wanted to help comfort him. Not necessarily coddle him, but show Leon that Malyce was done making the wrong moves and losing. Malyce was going to be a better friend than Leon was getting. In the absence of Leon's memories, Malyce finally realized what made him who he was. Malyce was evolving, and in his mind, Leon had evolved as well. They were truly friends, with no dumb baggage. The wall was gone.

And now he's dead and gone, and Malyce hasn't even been able to think about how he feels. He closes his eyes and sees Leon's own, wide and terrified. 

He comforted Abbie for hours, knowing she needed the support more than he ever would. When Ranger Buddy gave them the OK to begin investigation, Malyce wrapped his scarf around her, prayed that Kyousuke would be a steady pillar for her (of course he would be), and moved to investigate. And here, after everything was found, that Malyce finally let everything get to him. Every smile. Every fun (and extremely dangerous) moment shared, the quiet moments where Leon reached out to Malyce, and he reached back. The cruelty that was about to unfold in the coming trial. Every piece that had stabbed into Malyce finally hit his heart, and he collapsed by the lakeside.

He knows he isn't deserving of these feelings, after all the shit he's been through with his friends. Everything he's done. The words of others, here at camp or otherwise, settle deep within his bones and tells him he doesn't deserve anything. He tells himself over and over that he doesn't get to be upset. He doesn't get to feel hurt, but he can't continue enduring this death and murder. He can't keep making friends only for them to die. And now, among a slew of the remaining living all being his friends, how can he imagine one of these people killing Leon?

With a cry out in anger, Malyce wrings his hair, unable to physically keep it all inside. His fingers weave through his dark hair, finding purchase at the roots. With one final yell into nothing, Malyce rips a few stray strands of hair, letting them fall through his fingers as he begins to sob.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I can't do anything more..."

All he can do now is find the killer, and hope their execution is painful.

[whiskehorange]

Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you but I’ve been feeling down lately and I really enjoy reading ur blog. Is it ok if you do Jason, micheal, bubba Thomas, Brahms ,pyramid head, asa and Harry warden if possible with an S/O who’s usually happy and willing and all of a sudden she breaks down one day bawling on the couch or something and she didn’t know they were there, not wanting to make them upset or sad? Sorry if it’s really sad, I just need a lil love, I love u and ur blog! Thank you! Take your time and drinks lots of water!

Jason

Uhm, excuse me bitch what in the fuck is going on? You gave you the right to scare the shit out of Jason like that?

When he first came home the weeping made him freeze. He was positive it wasn’t you, he had never even seen you frown before so this absolutely cannot be your crying. Yet, as he walked in to see you whip around, tears streaming down your face as you look at him in pure shock you almost send him falling backwards

He doesn’t even care what made you cry of feel this way he’s going to be up your ass the entire day. Coddling, kissing, rubbing, and doing any and all for of comforting that he knows how to do

Jason absolutely hates seeing you cry, especially as hard as you did. You’re more than welcome to talk to him about it for as long as you want whenever you want and all he will do is listen and comfort you

Jason is a very physically affectionate man, even though he is a bit hesitant at first, so when you feel yourself in a time like this, you bess’ believe that he’s going to be around you 24/7. Even a few days after that, he needs to be your therapist (which he’s real good at)

Michael

You won’t be able to see it, but Michael is panicking and sweating bullets underneath that mask. It’s an immediate fight or fight response

Michael, overall, isn’t too good with handling other peoples emotions, so don’t be surprised when he doesn’t come to you right away for any sort of comfort in those "typically ways"

Hugging, coddling, cuddling, and any typeof caressing is going to come later in the day when things have begun to quiet down. Not only is he completely unused to having to comfort you in anyway like this, but he's pretty pissed at whatever made you come to this point

The main thing Michael wants you to do is to talk to him, tell him what's wrong so that he knows just how to handle the situation: either to kill or to... not know what to do

It's very safe to say that he will get better with knowing how to comfort you if this does ever happen again, which he really hopes it won't.

Bubba

There is a lot that can make Bubba cry, at this is one of the times he wasn't expecting to. Everyday, no matter how hard it was for him, he knew he could count on your cheery face to great him when he comes running back inside

His first reaction is to panic; he's never been put in this sort of situation before with you and he really doesn't know how to approach you. He sort of just sits awkwardly next to you and whines

Comfort does eventually find your way with pets and hugs, there aren't really any verbal affirmations he can give you, but for what he lacks in communication he can make up with physical affection one way or another

A downside to Bubba, however, is that he almost has an out-of-sight-out-of-mind personality realistically. So don't get too upset if when you have some space from him that same day that he'll sort of forget you've been upset

In that case, be prepared for the exact same meltdown when he figures out how upset you've been for the second time

Thomas

Thomas' defense mode in immediately activated. Never would he have thought that he would have to be on the comforting side so you'll have to give him a minute, but it really isn't even that long

He's gentle and patient, he knows what its like to feel such extreme motions and most of all that they are pretty hard to get out, so take your time and he'll be here with you until you're back up on your feet. Literally

To say you scared him would be an understatement, but he pushes that aside to genuinely make sure that you are not physically hurt, because if that was the case whoever did it should be the one scared

Instead, Thomas has somewhere quiet for you to go with him, the least he would want is for Hoyt to complain about such "loud" crying in the house. It's better for him to give out physically comforting, too!

His go to's are hugs and petting/caressing, it's what he would want. It's comforting to say the least, but the fact that you can't even breath right doesn't go down well when he's crushing your spinal cord in a bear hug

Braham

However oblivious, he's oddly able to tell that you're acting different before you even get the chance to melt down. From all of the time spent watching you from within the walls, you can say that he knows you like the back of his hand

Brahms has absolutely no clue how to address you. Of course he's fended for himself for a long time but any sort of emotional help is foreign to him

He'll come around, of course, the moment that you do breakdown he's by your side and he's ready to do just about anything you tell him to do but he's on edge

However, the sort of comfort you will get from him will be physical, it's the best way he can quickly show any form of care for you that he thinks will work. Brahms absolutely hates seeing you this way because he want to be able to fix the problem and he just doesn't know how

He insists that you tell him whats wrong as he holds you, curled up, in his lap. Gently caressing your head and face as he listens to your soft cries and explanation. It's the best he can do for you and he knows that that he'll have to pay close attention to when you baby him next, that way he's prepared for whenever this might happen next

Pyramid Head

What the fuck even? Pyramid Head isn't going to catch on too soon, but the moment he hears your cries from anywhere he is by your side immediately

He hates it the most out everyone on this list, and I mean that heavily. Not only does he go on rampages because he doesn't know what's wrong, but it pisses him off to no end that he doesn't know how to handle it

Pyramid Head wants so bad to be able to comfort you and understand what's made you this upset that he can come across as a little overbearing, but mainly clingy. He doesn't leave your side well after you've stopped crying and makes sure to keep an eye on you from now on so that he can possibly be there before this happens again

While he isn't able to properly communicate to you, a lot of his body language displays signs of uncomforted alongside you. Just about any emotion you feel he absorbs and feels it right with you, mainly because its his way of showing you that you're not alone and he's here to spend this time with you

Just please don't ever do that again it's so stressful he likes seeing you bubbly not sad omfg-

Asa

Asa is the most unreadable, really. He's able to keep his composure the entire time as you bawl your eyes out before him, but inside he's shaking up a little. He doesn't like seeing you upset whens it's not for play of course, so it comes as a bit of a surprise for even him

He's a little hesitant to comfort you because he is surprised, but is also just one of the most distant when it comes to comfort in this way, While being used to your much brighter personality, eventually he'll get better at it for for the time being, you don't have to deal with much of him

There is some physical reassurance, so you're not completely neglected, but Asa does have other things to do. He gently takes you in his arms and leads you up to the bedroom where he lays you down, caressing your head and covering you up

He'll leave to get you water or a drink and some other small things like your phone or a small snack if you haven't eaten, but mostly your phone so that you can call or text him if you need him. From there he'll shut the lights iff and let you get a bit of sleep

Asa stays in the house and cancels any outside plans for the day and makes sure that his phone's ringer is on at all times. By the time you call him for something he'll be up to your room before the ringtone even ends

Harry

Harry is most definitely clueless and will feel like he's going to cry right alongside you. Harry is not good at handling his own emotions let alone yours

He adored being around your bright and shining face everyday, it was something that could regulate his own and he clung to you like a moth to a lamp. So, you can only image the confusion and terror Harry experiences when he comes home to you the complete opposite

It's a very frantic sort of comfort that he gives you, moving from one thing to another to try to figure out what's wrong and what do to. It's really almost as if Harry feels your emotions stronger than you do, but he wants to do everything in his power to fix you

He comes home extra aware in the future, always prepared to be there by your side in hopes to deal with your feelings better, but he still doesn't like it at all. He goes out of his way to do more things around the house of for you in general to lessen up any stress, even if there was none in the first place