#I'm just at a point where I'm like.. it'll be here eventually lol what's one more year 💀

[mrs-gauche]

I’m looking at the results of yesterday’s EA earnings call, which seems to indicate that DA4 won’t be released before mid/late 2024 and how some people are understandably really bummed about this...

...but honestly, every time I see comments like this, I remember how one of my favorite games got a sequel 26 years later and suddenly, the wait doesn’t feel so long anymore. 😂

#it's ''Beneath a Steel Sky'' btw lol #yeah I'm a huge fan of the old classic point&click adventure games #and somehow Revolution Software still exists after 30+ years lmao #guys nothing in gaming can shake me anymore I've lived through the unmitigated disaster that was Broken Sword 3 AND 4 lmaoo #I'm just at a point where I'm like.. it'll be here eventually lol what's one more year 💀 #and if I need to hype myself up again I just watch my own ''DA4 trailer'' 😂

[pepsiboyy]

Could you do one where the boys are on a tour (in Australia maybe😏) and the reader gets like a backstage pass for her and he bff and reader is talking to Chris in the meet greet(earlier cause of the pass) and Chris seems to take interest in her so he slips his number in her pocket and she eventually finds and called the number confused and he picks it up and then after awhile of them talking back and forth Chris asks her out and they start dating blah blah blah (sorry for the in Australia maybe lol I just want them to do a tour here so I can meet em)

SAVE MY NUMBER.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: the triplets are finally having an abroad tour and the reader purchased vip tickets with their best friend to meet them. what happens when she finds a stray set of numbers on her postcard when she gets back to the hotel? warnings: cursing, use of y/n!! a/n: thank u for the request love <3 i hope this is awesome sauce !! i tried so hard to make this enjoyable LOLL but i think it may have come out ok!! <3 lowercase intentional !!

my fingers anxiously picked at my shoes with one hand as my other hand scrolled through instagram.

"come on, y/n, aren't you excited!?" my best friend, harper, exclaimed as she gripped my shoulder and shook me rapidly.

with a soft nod and a small chuckle, i nodded as i locked my phone and let it fall into my lap. "of course i am. i'm just tired of sitting here."

we had been sitting in the sun on the side of the venue in line for the last hour and a half. it was that point in the day where the sun was beating directly onto us.

i had managed to get my best friend and i some tickets to the triplets' tour with the meet and greet pass. counting down the days was grueling, but we finally made it and the hardest part was now. waiting outside to be let into the building.

"it'll be worth it. who even cares?"

i nodded softly as i looked her up and down. she was decked out in purple, some purple stars drawn on her cheeks under her eyes and some purple cargo pants with a let's trip tee and some white air forces.

i, personally, was drowning in orange. with an orange crop top and deep gray ripped jeans, my outfit was topped off with orange nike high top dunks and an orange belt. my friend had helped me out with the orange stars, mine on the opposite side from harper's.

"y/n, the line is moving!"

i turned my head to harper, being ripped from my thoughts before quickly standing to my feet and moving up in line.

the line moved slow, but it was something.

we still had a long way to go.

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the line for the meet and greet felt like it was forever, but as we got closer, i felt like no time had passed at all. i could see them every once in a while through the lit cloth between the line and the boys, and my eyes shifted to harper. "dude, we're almost there." i chuckled, trying to keep myself as calm as possible as harper made noises i didn't even know were humanly possible.

"y/n, i don't know what to do or say, i think i might shit myself."

i slammed a hand over harper's mouth and let out a cackle, shaking my head. "shh, say that less loud." i scoffed and before i knew it, harper was next in line.

my hands toyed with the orange belt that helped my jeans hug my hips, my eyes glued in front of me as i watched the three boys.

the three boys i watched at first every once in a while when they appeared on my for you page, but i quickly became a huge supporter of the triplets, and they were somewhat a coping mechanism for me when things were hard.

and now i'm meeting them.

"next!"

i shot harper a smile and tapped her shoulder. "you got it!" i smiled brightly and waved as she approached matt.

i felt a lump develop in my throat. this was bad.

it wasn't a crying lump, but an anxious lump. unfortunately, when i get nervous, i can't help but ramble and yap.

"next!"

no way time flew by that fast. as i approached matt, i swallowed and smiled brightly as i felt like each step that i took was in slow motion.

matt's arms opened and i quickly stepped towards him and hugged him tightly. "hi, matt," i breathed, taking a deep breath as the reality of the situation began to settle.

"what's your name?" he asked softly, picking up his photo and signing it quickly.

"oh, it's y/n," i breathed, the smile on my face so wild you could have probably found me in a horror movie.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i hope we haven't kept you waiting too long?" he questioned, and i quickly shook my head.

"i'm just happy you guys are here," i breathed and smiled brightly at him before my expression fell. "oh my god a picture-" i scrambled to reach and get my phone from my back pocket, opening my camera and lifting it up.

two bright smiles later, matt pulled me into one more hug and smiled brightly, while i wished him luck on the rest of the tour.

i turned to see nick and smiled brightly, pulling him into a deep hug. i always had a theory that nick gave the best hugs of the three. so far, my theory was correct.

"hi, friend!" nick cheered, signing his card and smiling at me. "your star makeup is so cute, your friend had the same thing, no?"

i smiled brightly and nodded, biting my lip. "yeah, she did them for me actually! she's the best." i smiled and pulled out my phone.

"i'm so glad you guys could come." he stated as he wrapped an arm around me and held up a thumbs up in the camera.

i smiled brightly as i pulled away and gave him one last hug. "you guys are amazing. i just thought you should know, i'm proud of you guys. good luck tonight!" i told nick as i pulled from the hug. nick shot me a soft and quick thank you as i was rushed off to the final triplet.

christopher sturniolo.

i felt my entire being crumble the moment i took a few steps forward.

of course, i loved all three of the triplets with everything i had.

but chris.. i related to him in many ways and always found my eyes gravitating to him while watching their videos. he's a silly guy, and it doesn't help that i find him insanely attractive between the three.

"you in there?"

my eyes shot to chris as i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding.

i literally just spaced out in front of chris, who waved his hand in front of me to snap me out of my trance.

not to mention i'm decked out in his color.

"hi!" i squeaked, and he pulled me into a hug.

i bit my lip as i hugged him tightly, taking a deep breath.

the hug lasted for a little longer than needed, but i wasn't complaining.

not sure if it's because it's chris or not, but i think nick has some competition for best hug.

"i like your outfit," chris stated softly as he pulled away from the hug. i smiled brightly at him, and i couldn't tell if i was gaslighting myself or if he licked his lips while looking at my orange self.

"thanks, i don't really wear much orange," i stated and i felt my face heat up.

"it's definitely your color more than it is mine. consider wearing it more often?" he asked, writing on the card and pausing before deciding to hand it to me. "wanna take a selfie?"

i nodded quickly and shakily took out my phone and began to raise it, but chris carefully took it from my hands and raised it himself, wrapping his other arm around my shoulders softly.

he took about four photos and handed me the phone back.

after signing the card, taking a little longer than usual, he looked me up and down one more time.

we stood there for a few moments, simply looking at each other and i noticed my friend waving at me from behind chris, about ten feet away.

"you're gonna do great tonight," i quickly said to him, and he simply smiled at me and nodded, running his fingers through his hair to adjust his bangs.

holy fuck, this guy isn't real.

"i'll do great because you came. thanks for coming." he stated softly, and brought me into a tight hug.

i bit my lip hard as i hugged him back, taking in a deep breath.

-

the night went incredibly well. the show was enjoyable with the games they all played, and i told harper about the interaction i had with chris.

harper was in the shower. i had just gotten out, my pajama pants and small black tshirt hugging my body perfectly as i laid against my bed in the hotel.

i turned to the postcards, smiling brightly as i took them into my hands and admired them. i turned them in the light to look at the layered marker, holding them towards the lamp. as i got to chris's, i noticed some writing on the back through the light and my heart jumped out of my chest.

i threw myself up off the mattress and flipped the postcard over, feeling my heartrate pick up at the phone number written against the back.

"dude, the shampoo in there is awesome. you weren't kidding." harper stated as she dried her hair in a towel as she sat in front of me, also in her pajamas. "you okay?"

i looked at her and slowly held up the card, pointing at the number.

"holy fuck, is that..?" harper trailed off, and i bit my lip.

"oh my god, i need to call it." i stated as i searched for my phone under the comforter, quickly retrieving it and dialing the number.

i put my phone on speaker as i looked at harper, my leg bouncing anxiously.

"hello?"

my heart sank.

"h- hello?"

i mentally cursed at myself for stuttering.

"who is this?"

"uhh, it's y/n, i found this number on the back of my postcard-" i was quickly cut off.

"y/n!" he cheered. "it's chris."

"are you fucking for real?" i whispered, biting my lip.

"yes ma'am." he chuckled, and i shook my head. there's no way this is fucking happening right now.

"i know it's late and you guys probably have jet lag, so i'm sorry, but i just found it-"

"it's fine, really, i was running fortnite with matt." he stated quickly, cutting me off.

i snorted. it made sense.

"well, get a victory royale ok?"

"for you, i will. save my number, i'll text you." chris stated, and i looked at harper who was in utter shock.

"right, yeah i will." i stated quickly, and hung up afterwards.

silence overcame harper and i before i bit my lip and we both screamed at the top of our lungs at the same time.

there was no way this was real.

-

my eyes were beginning to shut as the video of the triplets from a few weeks ago seemed to be watching me.

i turned to harper, who had fallen asleep a little while ago and blinked a few times when my phone vibrated and chris's name appeared on my screen.

a bright smile took over my face as i began texting him, and my night was made even more. somehow.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #sturniolo texts #chris sturniolo texts #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x you #requests🤍

[idyat]

An idea

Hank x reader angst/fluff

Like reader getting Hurt and Hank going insanelly mad/protective over them 👀👀

Hank x reader

Insert Title

Summary: You almost die lmao

WARNINGS: Pretty hefty description of gore, blood and an almost dead body, reader gets shot lol

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The alarm screamed as you ran through the halls, emptied out gun in one hand, the other trying its best to reach for your tablet and balance the files you were told to steal at the same time.

When you got it, you checked to make sure you were going the right direction. North West, drive-through storage room, perfect.

On your way there you smashed the alarm disabler off once you passed by it, for good measure. You winced from the glass shards but at least that damn noise was finally off. Picking up a gun from a dead agent, you ran down the building to where you needed to go as fast as possible before any reinforcements come and rough you up even more than you already were.

Eventually reaching the room you were supposed to exit through, you see a strange contraption on the door. You slowed down to check it out, make sure it's not a bomb, and it's...got S.Q inscripted on it? What the fuck?

A weird machine-looking thing with S.Q's logo or whatever tapped on it, stuck on th-

You hear a click and a beeping noise.

As you turn around, you barely have time to see yellow before a shot echoes in the room.

Fuck. You forgot how clever those engineer bastards could be.

* * *

"Hank? Do you hear me?"

Hank brought his bloody hand up to his earpiece.

"Loud and clear. What do you want Doc?"

2BDamned was lucky he only interrupted Hank after he was done killing all the agents in the room, otherwise he would have gotten a way ruder response, if any at all.

Hank wasn't eager on actually listening to anything that was about to be said to him, until the name of his lover was brought up.

"They were supposed to have left the base with the documents by now, but their tracker has been backing away from the exit? I think something happened to them. North-west, 1st floor storage room."

2B didn't need to tell Hank what to do, the latter dropped the corpse he was holding and rushed out like a raging ghost, ready to mow down whatever came across his path.

* * *

The engineer dragged his last victim's body along the floor as he communicated what he found on them.

"Yup, they were the one with the files. Gotta say, I'm surprised at how easy it was to trick them, I might as well have wiggled a cardboard cutout of Nick and they would've fallen for it!"

The radio-like voice laughed before quieting down when something was said in the intercom.

"Make sure to check if they're dead. Stay wary of your surroundings too, last time we checked the rest of 'em were still here."

"Yeah yeah. I'm using a big caliber, I'm sure it'll be good."

The ATP brought the body up to his eyes. There were indeed multiple gaping holes in their body, slowly gushing out blood and leaving a red trail behind him.

"Your optimism will be your downfall engineer, be careful."

"If you say so. Hey, now that we've mentioned Nick, tell him to buy me some smokes when he lea-"

The engineer suddenly whipped his body around, gun pulled up.

"...I heard something. Over."

It's funny how serious he just got, pointing his flashlight and weapon at every corner of the room, slowly advancing, dragging your body with much more care than before.

He begins going down the hall just a little bit faster. Both out of safety, and maybe because of a tiny prick of fear.

While he power walks, he looks back behind him one last time, just to check. The next thing he knew, he bumped against a tall bloody mass.

Just like you, the last thing he saw before blacking out was the splashing of his own blood.

But despite the burning rage, the want to hear this asshole scream until its lungs were fried, the killing machine threw the two halves of the body to the wall and fell to his knees, hands shaking in a frenzy to find out how to make rudimentory treatments before his dearest bled out.

All he could do at the moment was rip up tissues to stuff into the bullet holes and wrap a bandage around the wounds. He would have just torn off hunks of his own flesh to replace yours, but he wasn't yet sure if not only that would lead to an infection or not, or if that would even work any better than cloth.

Even when unconscious, your hands twitched at his first-aid attempts. It hurt. He knew it hurt. But he couldn't do anything about it. And on fucking god if that didn't break his heart. That and the dread of watching the life essence still slowly flow out of you as he called up to Doc.

"Emergency. NOW."

He held you up and ran to the car. No one could see it, but he was praying to any deity that may be left up there for you to be okay.

Protecting you was the best thing he knew to do. Even more than murder. And failing even this once would be a fate worse than an eternity of hell.

* * *

Pain. That was all you felt as the medbay light made you tear up slightly.

You closed your eyes, trying to sleep just a bit more, and potentially numb the horrible pain in your chest, but your attention is now also caught by the muffled voices in the room.

It takes a few minutes and what feels like a few injections for you to finally fully regain consciousness. When your sight unblurs, arm on the forehead to block out the brightness and pain, you see two red circles staring down at you.

"...Hi sweetie."

Hank almost jumps in happiness to his partner speaking up, his cold and calloused hands rubbing over your arm and sides, careful not to touch your many injuries.

"Excited, big guy...?" You tiredly say as you wrapped your arm around his and kissed his wrist. Your voice was weak, but you were smiling and alive and that's all that mattered to him at that moment. "Anything...what happened...?"

"You got shot."

Your eyes widen a bit, you didn't notice 2BDamned in the room until he spoke up while analyzing you a little more.

"Well...yeah, I figured. Anything else?"

"Hank over here finally understood how to not use food wrappings as bandages."

You let out a raspy chuckle. Hank definitely didn't care though, he was too focused on making sure you wouldn't faint and die at any moment.

It took a few minutes before Doc left the room. A few minutes of desperately trying to get to you for further examination without Hank giving him a death glare and pulling his partner away, closer to him.

When 2B finally left the room, he suddenly wrapped his arms around you as gently as possible and pulled you in, resting his head in the crook of your neck and relishing in the feeling of your living skin against his.

"Hanky? You alright?"

"No."

You softly hug him back with a sympathetic look on your face. He was breathing heavily, maybe even shaking a little. He hadn't let you go ever since you woke up, in fact his grip only got tighter and tighter, as if you would fade back away the moment he stopped.

"Hey, it's okay. It was just another little shot, nothing new."

You smile and rub his back, completely unaware of the hours spent to heal you back, of how many times you've flatlined during it, of all the empty blood packets sitting in the trash bin, of how they've genuinely considered just letting you die so they can bring you back later, of all the injections, bandages, tissues, spare organs, and most impirtantly, of how fucking scared Hank was.

Could he have been there to hold your hand while you agonised under 2BDamned, god damn he would have. He would have held it tighter and with more love than any gun he's ever handled. Maybe that's why he seemed so angry at Doc. As reasonable as it was, not being able to get any closer than 10 feet from the love of his life while they were nearly dead was torture.

But it was over now. He could hold you close without your blood staining his clothes. You gotta admit, it was quite pleasant to have basically a living ice pack against you when your entire body felt like you were going through a blender.

You two kept quiet for a bit, appreciating the contact with your lover, before he whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault."

"I should've been there."

"You couldn't have known. I should have been more careful if anything."

Hank lifted his head up from your neck before grabbing your cheeks and digging his eyes into yours.

"Don't say that. You got me?"

Your smile widened a bit.

"Sure."

His head fell back onto you after that. How adorable was it to see a ruthless genocidal maniac cuddling up to you like a cat.

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"..."

"Did you save the intel?"

"Fuck if I know. Ask Doc."

"Later. I prefer cuddles right now."

I got lazy with the end sorry

#madness combat #madcom #hank j wimbleton #madcom hank #madness combat hank #madness combat x reader #mc hank #mc hank x reader #madness combat hank x reader #madcom hank x reader #hank j. wimbleton x reader #hank x reader #madcom x reader

[differenteagletragedy]

Cove isn't the stepdad, he's the dad who stepped up, Part 3

A third part (lol) to a story in which Baxter gets you pregnant during his summer in Sunset Bird and then ghosts you. You eventually get together with Cove and fall in love and you're getting maaarried, but Baxter is the wedding planner and isn't that awkward?

Here, you get into the planning process and wouldn't you know it, there are some hiccups with this massively uncomfortable plan.

Part 1 here aaaaaand Part 2 here

When it came to you, Cove was accommodating to a fault -- to the point where you're pretty sure you could murder somebody and he'd say, "Well, I'm sure you had your reasons."

That's why it wasn't a surprise to you that when you had a heart-to-heart on what to do about Baxter, he was comfortable leaving everything entirely up to you.

"I trust you," he said simply. "I'm with you with whatever you want to do."

And then, after you'd called the main office where Baxter worked and they'd told you that it was wedding season, they didn't have anyone else available and you wouldn't get your deposit back if you broke your contract now, he was just as understanding.

"Look," he told you quietly, keeping an eye on Dylan playing with his soccer ball as he stroked your back. "We can make it work. We always do. He can be our wedding planner ... or if you want, he can be more."

"What do you mean?"

Cove paused, scrunching up his mouth a bit, then said, "Like if you want him to meet Dylan. If you want him to know him. That's ok if you want that."

You groaned, but when your son looked up at you curiously, you put on a smile for him.

"I'll just see if he'll still be our planner, I guess?" you said. "Not really loving the idea of losing the deposit."

He laughed and squeezed your shoulder.

"It'll be fine, I'm sure of it."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A couple of days later, the two of you were back at Baxter's office, waiting for him to show up for your appointment. You'd texted him, all business, and he agreed to go forward with the planning without another word about Dylan.

You were starting to think that this may actually work out as you sat by Cove on the couch, giddily whispering about your wedding, but when Baxter came in the room, it was almost like all the air left when he closed the door behind him.

"Hello again," he said curtly, sitting in his desk chair without meeting your eyes. "Are we ready to get things underway?"

"Yeah," Cove answered, then glanced over to you. You nodded.

"Very well," Baxter said, then leaned over to his desk to grab a notepad and a pen. "I have a series of questions to ask you about your plans for the ceremony, we can take care of that today, when we'll go from there if that sounds agreeable."

He was definitely holding you at arm's length, which was fine. But every now and then, you could tell how much that pained him.

Like when he brought up the topic of surnames, and Cove explained that he wanted to take yours so he could share a last name with you and Dylan, that earned a barely perceptible bristle.

Or when your soon-to-be husband described proposing to you on the beach in your old neighborhood -- you caught his hand shaking slightly when he took a quick break from taking notes to smooth out his jacket.

"One of the services I offer for my clients is dance lessons leading up to the reception," Baxter explained at one point. "It's a bit of an edge I offer over competitors, if I'm being honest, but I do understand if you'd rather not --"

"We'll think about it," you told him, cutting him off before he could actually say how awkward things were, and he nodded.

"About the dance though," Cove began, looking at you pointedly.

"Hmm?" Baxter asked.

Knowing where Cove was going, you put your hand on his leg and spoke up for him.

"We want to have our son come in for the first dance, towards the end," you said. "And we want him to stand with us during the ceremony too."

Baxter did look at you then, really looked for the first time that day. Again you were taken aback by how much of Dylan you saw in his face, how your little boy's eyes were a perfect match for the ones staring at you now.

"Charming," he said shortly, looking back down at his notes. "I would advise then bringing him to a rehearsal so you all can get a feel of what that would look like."

"He'll do great," Cove said, almost defensively.

"I'm sure he will."

When Baxter got all the information he needed -- or when the room got too stifling to bear, you weren't really sure what came first -- he stood, bringing an end to the meeting. He offered his hand to Cove, who looked at it for a moment before accepting the handshake. He then held the same hand up to you.

He had a tiny little mole low on this wrist, you saw. You couldn't remember if you'd noticed it back then, but Dylan had one in the same spot.

You shook his hand, not expecting it to be as hot as it was.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

And that's how the next few planning sessions with Baxter went. They were never exactly comfortable, but they got a little less weird, and you always found a sitter for Dylan. Whenever you had to speak with Baxter over text messages, you both kept things strictly business. Beyond that first day, there was no mention of the little boy that bonded you together.

The wedding kept creeping closer and closer, and one day, about a week before the big day, Cove brought up a difficult subject while you were washing dishes together after dinner. Your son was off for a sleepover in Sunset Bird -- a preliminary sort of thing to get him ready for the few days you and Cove would be gone for your honeymoon -- and you had to admit, the whole thing felt a little orchestrated.

"So, I've been thinking," he began, then trailed off.

"Is that the whole story?" you teased.

He gave you a playful glare, then cut right to the chase.

"I think it would be a good idea to have dance lessons. With Baxter."

"Huh?" was all you could manage.

He rinsed the last dish and set it in the drainer, then wiped his hands on his pants and turned to lean against the counter and look at you.

"It'll probably be awkward, I know that," he said. "But ... it's our wedding. I can handle an awkward dance lesson so I don't look dumb when we dance together."

"You wouldn't look dumb," you said quickly -- you were fast to defend you darling soon-to-be husband against anyone, even himself.

"I really would."

You took a moment to gather your own thoughts, drying your hands on a dish towel. You wanted Cove to have the dance lessons if he wanted them, of course, but you couldn't figure out a good way to explain how it made you feel to think about either of you spending extra time with Baxter.

"It's not just that it would be awkward," you said finally. "It's just such a complicated kind of dynamic, you know? What if he wants to know about Dylan? What if he asks to meet him?"

Instead of answering, Cove surprised you again with "I think you should take a dance lesson too."

This time, a "huh" wouldn't even come out of your gaping mouth.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, obviously," he said, moving to take you in his arms. He pulled you close to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head. "I won't either if you don't want me to."

"Where's this coming from?" you asked.

"I just think ... we're about to be married. Forever. And I don't think it's a good idea to leave anything unfinished."

You pulled back to look at him, bewildered and a little bit mad, if you were being honest.

"Cove, things between me and Baxter have been finished for a long time," you said. "You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know, I don't mean like that," he told you, cool and confident enough that you didn't have trouble believing him. "I just mean for Dylan. I know it's hard, but you need to talk to Baxter about him. What if when I try to adopt him he fights it? What if he tries to go to court or something?"

You hadn't thought about all of that.

"We should just get it out of the way, I think," he continued. "So we can move on without having to worry about it."

As much as the idea bothered you, he had a point.

Later that evening, Cove held your hand, and you texted Baxter that you'd be taking him up on those dance lessons after all.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Baxter had planned it so that both you and Cove could have individual lessons with him the same day -- he'd work with Cove in the afternoon for a few hours, then you'd come in in the evening.

When the day came, you dropped Cove off at Baxter's office building, then you and Dylan were off to run errands. Later, while you were taking your lesson (and maybe having a heart-to-heart with your ex-boyfriend days before you got married), they were planning on a visit with Derek.

"Mommy, is it almost time for the big cake?" Dylan asked as you pushed him in a cart through the grocery store, stocking up on a few snacks you needed for home.

"Almost, baby," you told him -- the concept of a wedding wasn't very interesting to the four-year-old, but the big cake? Yeah, that was worth a countdown.

"Is Daddy gonna sneak me a big piece?" he asked next, obviously not very concerned about the concept of sneaking, either.

"Probably, yeah."

Your son smirked proudly at that, and you felt a little tug on your heart.

Baxter disappearing at the end of your summer together was hard, having his child while he wouldn't even answer your calls was harder. But having this precious little boy that you loved more than life itself sporting that smug smirk that his biological father probably could have patented?

Well, that was a special kind of difficult.

When you drove back to Baxter's office building to switch off with Cove, you found felt anxiety begin to really gnaw at you. You tried to put it aside as he hopped in the passenger seat for a moment and turned around to greet Dylan, but Cove knew you better than anyone.

"It'll be all right," he told you softly. "We'll be back before you know it."

You looked at the clock. Time to go.

After telling Dylan goodbye, you got out of the car to switch places with Cove. He hugged you and gave you a kiss on the forehead and told you he loved you, almost like you were going off to war.

It wasn't that dramatic, but it did sort of feel like it.

You made your way to the room where Baxter had told you to go -- he'd given you directions and they weren't difficult to follow. You came to a set of doors, pushed them open and saw him standing by himself in a large room, looking over some papers.

"Hey," you greeted softly, your anxiety only growing.

"Hello," he replied. He gave you a small smile you could tell was genuine, if not a little nervous -- a good sign, at least.

Without further discussion, he pulled a remote out of his pocket and turned on a stereo system somewhere in the room. A slow song started playing, and he wordlessly offered you his hand.

All at once, it was like you were transported five years back in time. You were 18, didn't have a care in the world, and a weird but adorable boy had moved in across the street for the summer and stole your heart in the process.

It wasn't that you wanted to be with Baxter -- Cove was the love of your life, you'd never been as sure about anything as you were with that. And you wouldn't take back the little family you'd created together for anything.

You just wished that parts of it -- like this part right now, reconnecting with Baxter -- weren't so hard.

You took his hand, and he pulled you closer, placing his other hand on your back. You put your free hand on his shoulder, and away you went.

After a few moments of not-so-comfortable silence, you asked, "So how did Cove do?"

"Splendidly," he answered, looking up from your feet to look you in the eyes. "You're very lucky. Both you and your son."

And there it was.

"Why did you have to leave like that?" you asked, the question out of your mouth before you really had a chance to fully process what you'd said.

He took in a shaky breath and you felt his body tense, but he answered. It was more of the self-flagellating insecurities you remembered him being filled with back then -- he didn't want to be important in your life, he didn't think he was. He thought that he could have a nice fun summer with you and that it wouldn't matter to you if he left without a trace.

You'd hated it then, and you hated it now, but this time there was an extra layer to it.

"I honestly don't know what I would have done if I'd known ... about him," he said, moving you around the room as a bit of an afterthought. "I've been thinking about it, and I'm not sure. Part of me likes to believe I would have stepped up as Cove did, but Cove is a far better man than I am. So if it's any consolation at all, I do believe I would have failed you both either way."

"It's really not," was all you could think to say.

"Yes, I didn't suppose it would be. Still, I'm left wondering, as I'm sure you are, where do we go from here?"

You looked at him deeply. It was a good question.

"You're going to meet him, I guess," you said. "At the rehearsal at least, or at the ceremony."

"I've thought about that," Baxter admitted. "I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, of course. I do find myself interacting with children when they're involved with the ceremony, but ... if you don't want me to speak with him, I will respect that."

Tears sprung to your eyes at the thought -- you knew that since Dylan was going to be in the ceremony, he'd at least come into contact with the wedding planner. But seeing everything come together like this, being faced with the reality of it all, was even harder than you'd anticipated.

"He doesn't know anything about you," you told him. "He doesn't know that Cove isn't ... he's his dad, that's not ... he doesn't know that there's anything to know, I guess is what I'm trying to say."

You'd meant to clear the air with Baxter -- to actually talk about things, really talk about them, and settle them once and for all. But instead, you found yourself dancing around an empty room with him, crying while he held your hand a little too tightly.

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[windvexer]

if i want to give an offering thats a physical item, like lets say a necklace, how exactly would that work? would i declare its an offering and just leave it there for them forever? would there be a time when i should/could reclaim it? do i have to charge it from that point forward? would i have to toss it eventually? organic offerings like food can be buried, or like smoke will dissipate. im not sure how to handle more solid things, and it feels especially difficult as a closeted witch. what if my roommate picks it up and moves or uses it? sorry i have a lot of questions lol, thanks for reading all this! i love ur blog, youre very smart!

Good morning! Lots of variables to this one.

Giving of, storing, and reclaiming nondegradable offerings is a thing that has Rules in many traditions and cultures, and it's wise to examine any within which you're operating. I'm recalling that there are serious taboos against taking back gifts from the Dead, or wearing jewelry owned by the Dead, in Hellenism (?).

I'm hesitant to say that this one should be totally based on the vibes so definitely try to do some research.

If you haven't got any rules, as it were, here are some options:

You don't have to charge nondegradable offerings forever, or even once, unless the charge is a part of the offering/offering ritual.

You can dedicate an object to an entity while keeping it in your possession and continuing to use it. This can be a great way to form a bond with that entity. Knowing that the necklace belongs to, say, Aphrodite, and that it's her possession, but that you still wear it, can be a powerful way to connect to her. This arrangement should be established at the time of dedication (it doesn't do well to give a gift and then appear to take-backsies).

Intuition or lore may advise that certain entities aren't going to agree to this arrangement, but as long as you don't feel a very strong "no! wrong" feeling, you should be good to go.

Another complication is dedicating objects to entities that have an aura you really don't want to carry around with you. Radium is a powerful entity with a powerful aura but you shouldn't carry him around with you, you know?

You can also leave objects on an altar or shrine and periodically clean them all out, perhaps when the altar gets full or at an established time (like, on holidays). Intuition may advise if the entity would like to hold on to some special gifts, but that others can be safely removed.

I might donate things to charities, or frankly if something has little value and the entity doesn't want it any more, throw it away.

If an object is gifted to an entity with no established arrangement that you or anyone else can use it, it's your responsibility to put the item in a protected space where it won't be used. Some entities might not care, but the risk of offense is always possible, and it'll be on you to soothe those waters.

Offered objects don't have to be on display or in full view. You can store them in closed boxes or bags. You can also put those containers under the bed or in a closet.

Overall though it pays to be selective in what objects you gift to an entity precisely because figuring out what to do with it can be a bit of a hassle. I tend to gift nondegradable objects very selectively and use them as an object of connection and honor. So it wouldn't be typical for me to gift an object with an assumption that I'll want to reclaim it in a few months or needing a backup plan for how to get rid of it.

#answered

[buckttommy]

Everyone’s losing it over Tommy potentially being at the bachelor party and I’m just here like it’s a good thing either way?? Like we get some super cute buck tommy scenes and we get buck and eddie being chaotic besties together and just living their bestest life. I know a lot of ppl were hoping for something to go down between buck and eddie or for them to think something happen to lead to feelings realization and maybe tommy being there hinders that in their minds idk? Personally I never held the assumption that anything romantic or explicitly suggestive would be occurring between buddie given that this is an episode about madney and delving into buddie non platonically needs to be a separate thing. But anyway, while I want em to get together eventually, I don’t want it to be like this personally and especially just as buck and tommy are building their relationship and buck is figuring out his sexuality it’s just icky and we’re talking about buck being on a hamster wheel, starting their relationship like that sure as hell wouldn’t get him “off” the hamster wheel

Man, I have such a big gripe with this idea that Buck hasn't gotten off of the hamster wheel yet. I know that's not the point of your message, necessarily—and I do get it, and agree totally with what you're saying—but I'm curious as to what it is that people want Buck to do to get "off" the hamster wheel if, in their opinion, he's still on it. I mean, perhaps it all comes down to the way we read and interpret these characters, and if that's the case, that's fine. But a fundamental aspect of Buck's arc is that something has been missing in his life and he's been chasing that unnameable thing for years. Part of it was the Daniel thing, sure, but part of it was also something intrinsic to him. Buck has been searching for all the pieces to his puzzle in all the wrong people (Abby, Ali, Taylor, etc) and kissing Tommy, awakening to his bisexuality, was that thing finally clicking into place (hence the double entendre "I am free" that everyone glosses over). So I'm just confused as to what else people would like for him to do.

One of the points I've seen people make is that Buck asked Tommy to go to the wedding with him, and, like. Respectfully (/srs)... so what? Lol. Buck is still Buck. Being bisexual and having a crush on a man isn't going to change that. He's always going to jump in headfirst to everything he does. Another point I've seen is that, he needed Eddie to tell him to call Tommy, which I don't really get either. Mainly because I understood exactly where Buck was coming from. If I thought I blew my chances with a hot guy I had a crush on, I would probably need my best friend to tell me not to catastrophize and give the whole thing another chance too. Sometimes you need those kind of pep talks and that's okay! Anyway, I just think that expecting immediate growth just to justify that Buck has broken that pattern, when it's pretty obvious that he has—or is at least well on his way—seems a little... something. I can't put my finger on the word, but I find it irksome nonetheless. Again, it probably has to do with how we're all reading/interpreting the character which is why I haven't said anything, but since you mentioned it, I figured now was my one and only chance to talk about it before I go back to yapping in my friends' DMs lol.

Anyways. Tommy at the Bachelor party. Yeah, I mean. I think it'd be a shame to have any "big" Buddie moment at Madney's wedding/during their wedding episode anyway because it'll immediately overshadow Maddie and Chimney's day, and I don't want that! 9-1-1 is an ensemble for a reason; we can give Maddie and Chimney one day out of the season, like. It's literally fine lol.

#jack answers mail #tv: 911 #If you guys start discourse because of this post reblogs are getting turned off and it's getting deleted. #Behave

[lemongogo]

what's your process for coloring like? the look of that elendira is so textured and interesting, i can't figure out how you do it

AA THANK YOUU ^__^ !! textures & brushwork are my favorite things abt my art, so im happy you find it interesting hehe . its SOO cool to look at & so much fun to draw imo

i prefer to color by building in layers , if that makes sense 🤔!! hundreds of them !! such that i'm always drawing on Top of previous layers, working from big & messy blocks of color to, eventually, small and refined blocks of color until it feels processed enough. as a result, i rarely ever erase (!!) and i rarely ever draw lineart aside from the initial sketch

a rough, patchy textured brush is key here, as it'll give you dimension and variability w/ your colors. i recommend "Brush and various sets of fountain pen style (万年筆風ブラシと色々セット)" on Clip Studio (ID: 1679706) !! :3

im terrible with explanations though, so i'm going to show a step by step of that elendira drawing if you dont mind :3

sketch layer !! because i mostly render through color alone, i try to make this as close to the finished thing as possible . ^__^ i hateee drawing the same thing over and over and like the expressivity and movement of my sketches anyways , so the more i can preserve at this step, the better. if u were to look at a side by side of my sketches and finished pieces, youd notice a lot of those og lines are present in the final drawing :3

2. flats !! pretty self explanatory, but the solid background gives me an idea of where the figure begins & ends while the colors themselves help distinguish whats what . i stick to ambient lighting @ this point because im usually not sure what i want to do with the overall palette or lighting yet . having two tones (ex, dark and light in her hair or dark and light on her skin) can also help in identifying key features early on that u wanna preserve. as you build layer by layer, sometimes these areas will remain untouched and i think it makes for a rly lovely feel at the end

3. start blocking !!! to be totally honest with you, i dont really know what i do here HAHAHA. like i just scribble the shit out of it, usually focusing on what i might want to do with lighting (ex: grey areas to accentuate folds in her costume). i think i like to start "erasing" the sketch where possible by coloring on top of it .. like if you look at her hat or her arm , you can tell i'm starting to get a sense of the shapes i like vs the ones i dont. it's at this point that the final image starts to emerge in my mind , like im gradually pulling her from a tarpit of scribbles until shes recognizable lol. chipping away at the marble until i can free her. tbh.

4. keep blockingg...when u think u are done , block some more . as you can probably see, the brushwork becomes more intentional as i add more shape, with specific focus on line weight. this is also where the patchiness of that textured brush comes in - notice how none of the colors seem totally uniform (ex: the red cross or the original sketchlines for her waist). you can see bits and pieces of the layers underneath pushing through and i really like that !! ^__^ its very fun and sketchy to me, so i try to keep them around. those areas are also great to colorpick from, because it'll give you "new" colors to work w/ that are already part of your palette.

5. GRADIENTS & GRADIENT MAPS !! TONE CURVE !! COLOR PICKER !! this is the best stage tbh. flatten your image so its all on one layer and just go crazy with all the color settings in ur program. add gradient layers and set them to darken, or overlay, or subtract, orrr. lighten or dodge glow or divide or soft/hard light.! OR!! edit the hue, saturation, luminosity and contrast.and then color pick from these edits, block even more on top of ur image, flatten, color edit again, etc. etc. until u feel satisfied.

ANYWAYSS . i hope that makes sense @__@ sry i wrote this out and deleted it like 23 times trying to make it make More sense but thats what ive got HAHA i hope its useful though :3 !

#SRY I STRUGGLED 2 EXPLAIN THIS #dude its like my brain bcomes stuffed w/ cotton anytime i try 2 write #i hope it makes sense tho.. #it also probably sounds so redundant to make new layer one after the other for just a few brushstrokes #but those brushes i linked have a multiply property so if you draw on top of prev lines they'll create dark patches #and so if im working over a large area ill generally need like . 5 layers each with one brushstroke :sob: if that makes sense #this one had . 84 i think. total. layers i mean. the merylvash one had 300+ HAHAH so it rly depends #like YEAAH i could just use a normal brush but i really like the way this looks #andd sometimes the multiply function works really well or will give me the proper shadow tone im looking for #anywas.wanywaysn anyways #asktag #anonymous #long post

[arvensimp]

Choose Your Own Adventure, Part 3

The penultimate edition! lol sorry for the delay here. my self imposed 1000 word minimum and maximum is kicking my butt. also figuring out choices for what to do next was a little tricky. As a thank you for the 1000 followers, I thought it might be fun to do a Choose Your Own Adventure fic. I’ve got a starting prompt linked below, and each part will be followed by a poll where you, the audience, will pick what happens next. Each poll will only last 24 hours, so definitely act fast if you want your voice heard!

[part 1] - [part 2]

What drop, if any, do you get from the raid?

Sweet Herba Mystica

Arven falls to his knees as the crown on the massive Blissey's head teeters then shatters to the floor in a sparkling display. He gives a shuddering sigh, and you're left to watch between him and the fainting pokemon, trying to make sure he's okay. Based on the quivering smile on his features as Mabosstiff and Scovillain give loud cries of victory, you think everything is alright.

You replant your feet and pull a pokeball from one of your pockets. No point in wasting a perfectly good pokemon, especially one that would be handy in rescues. 

A moment later, and the ball gives a definitive click shut, indicating that Blissey is good and properly caught.

"...You did it…" Arven's voice sounds shaky and soft behind you. "You really…really did it!"

"We-" You're about to correct him when you notice that he's actually only speaking to Mabosstiff and Scovillain, holding both pokemon tight in his burly arms. Mabosstiff licks his face, leaving trails of shining slobber, and Scovillain's two heads are wrapped around Arven's neck, giving him a hug of its own. 

A smile tugs at your lips as you watch the scene, but Ampharos and Azumarill eventually pull your attention away. You give them each a few berries then start to gather all the remnants of Blissey's presence in the cave while Arven gathers himself.

You scramble on your knees through the berries and pokemon candies. You even find a lucky egg! Still, no plants…

That is, until your eye catches on something pink.

You scoot over to it, and lo and behold! There are several sprigs of a soft taffy-colored herb growing from the earth.

"Aha!" You can't help but cry out.

"Find something?" Arven replies from where he's still sitting with his pokemon.  He sounds surprised, if not a bit stuffed up, as if jolted from the moment he was sharing with his partners, but he's already up and bounding over to you.

"I think so! Come have a look!"

"That… That's it! Sweet herba mystica, right there!" He laughs joyously, jostling your shoulders.

Arven drops his backpack and takes out a spade. "Lemme just…"

"Oh! Uh, hold on."

He pauses, looking at you expectantly.

"These are pretty rare plants, like you said." You start, cautious. You don't want to sound like a know-it-all or like you're trying to dampen the victory.

"Rather than dig up the whole root system, just take some clippings. You can get a plant to propagate from that. It'll give the herbs here a better chance of continuing to grow and reproduce, without affecting the ecosystem."

Arven stays silent a moment.

"And you're sure I can get a whole plant to grow from just a stem and some leaves?"

"Pretty sure. Plus there's like… six or seven different sprouts here you can grab. If you take care of them, I'm sure at least one of them will give you roots?"

As you speak, you take out a pocket knife and snip off a sprig for him.

"When you get home, you'll clip it again, just exposing a fresh stem, then put it in water. Give it new water every day to keep it healthy, and within a week or so you should have roots that you can place in soil!"

Arven nods along.

"And…this is better than taking the whole plant?"

"It's more ecologically responsible, for sure, especially for what is effectively an endangered species like this, y'know? Go ahead and also take a separate soil sample, too, just so you've got some earth that you know the herbs can grow in once they've got roots going."

He huffs a sigh, crossing his arms. "When you're right, you're right. I'll see how I do trying to grow a few plants before I uproot a whole ecosystem…"

You smile.

"Exactly. Again, too. There's over half a dozen of them here.  Plenty of chances, hopefully."

"Oh." Arven's eye widens. "Uh… Are we not splitting them?"

You nearly laugh. "What? Pfft, no. I have no real interest in growing this kinda thing for myself. They're all yours. You and your team earned them together. My partners and I just played support after all." You finish with a wink that comes off without thinking.

"...Oh… Well… Thanks. Really." If you didn't know better you'd think that Arven might be blushing in the dim lighting of the crystalline cave, but you chalk it up to the fact that he's leaned down closer to the plants to start making cuttings for himself, and the light must be bouncing in odd ways, painting his cheeks in a dusty, glowing pink.

Rather than stare, you go ahead and make yourself useful by gathering soil samples. Between the two of you, it all makes for quick, if not quiet, work. When he's done, Arven stands.

"And…that's that." He brushes dirt from his pants before offering a hand to help you stand. You take it; his grip is about as strong as you'd expect, looking at his physique. Arven makes for a sturdy perch as you heft yourself back to your feet, but his palm is soft, the mark of someone who puts clear work and care into his hands. Your own hand lingers a bit even after you've stood. It's not that you're marveling. No. It's just…the feel of him, his warmth…

Arven pulls away with a forced laugh. The glowing pink of the cave must still be reflecting across his cheeks because the color hasn't faded.

"Haha, so… Um. Thanks. Again." He says, and the pair of you turn to leave.

"Of course!" You respond. "I hope these work out for the cafe."

"Same… I mean… If it doesn't work, I know who to turn to when I need a…battle buddy?" He clears his throat. "Y'know, to do raids and stuff."

"Anytime." You agree. "But, really, your team did the bulk of the work. You should be proud."

Arven pats the pocket of his jeans where his pokeballs sit. "I am."

-

You got the [SWEET] ending! Where do you see Arven next?

[Poll here]

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #rival arven #arven pokemon #arven #pkmn arven

[avionvadion]

Screenshots and silliness from my Durge playthrough so far. Because I have no self restraint and I needed to keep myself awake a few more hours.

SHADOWHEART, GALE, AND DARK URGE SPOILERS BELOW

She's doing her best!!!

Astra can sing. Kai'mana, on the other hand... can not. Oof. Anyways, I have been talking to so many animals. It's delightful. Although Kai'mana did unintentionally kill a squirrel, which is what led to me reloading and constantly using Speak to Animals because it helped avoid the... Urge just immediately offing the poor thing. But now I'm paranoid, lol.

Kai'mana: What's he talking about???

He was still in neutral by this point. T_T I don't know how, but I'm having a harder time raising his favorability as a good Dark Urge than when I was playing Astra- a good Tav.

OHHHHHHHH, ASTRA DIDN'T GET THIS ONE.

Anyways. I had Kai'mana say they should get to know each other better, then say she was joking- because she could tell he wasn't being serious, and it left him so flustered, alskjfldkjflkdj. It was adorable.

Astarion can not get a good read on this Dragonborn gal.

Gale, sweetie, this scene is super cute... but not what I intended. T_T

I'm obsessed with how pretty Kai'mana looks.

Oh no... here it is... I've heard about this...

I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Gods, the Guardian is so pretty.

BASSY!??? SEBAS-CHAN!??? *Is immediately sent plummeting back into my middleschool years* WHAT'RE YOU DOIN' HERE!??? GO BACK TO CIEL!

Astarion is so short next to Kai... askjjflkdjljfdl. I love it. Also, fun fact: I did not kill the Gur this time around! I did with Astra, but not with Kai. I'm curious how his survival will affect Act Three.

*crying at how pretty she is*

Wyll: "Is no one else seeing this? No? Just me? Sigh... just another day in camp."

*Downs his wine*

Aw, shucks! That's cute. They're eyeball buddies! I'm surprised her fake eye is still pink though. It's a lot more muted than the other, but I was expecting it to be silver. I guess it's different for Dragonborns. Neat.

I've... been putting her through several different outfits, trying to find a good one, and a good dye, that'll fit. I currently (where I'm at in the game, not in the screenshot) have settled on her wearing Minthara's camp clothes. Which look REALLY good on her with her scales.

...Astarion has the armor, though, lol.

Kai'mana just... has the charm I guess. First Gale's magic lesson, then Lae'zael trying to seduce her, and now Shadowheart. Okay. Maybe this'll be like with Astra and Lae'zael. A thing at the beginning, before eventually breaking off. I do think Shadowheart and Kai'mana just talking together was a super cute scene. Maybe that's the ace in me speaking. I dunno. But I liked it.

Kai'mana: "You're beautiful."

Shadowheart: "I know. But you're sweet for noticing."

LIKE THAT WAS SO CUTE YA'LL I CAN'T.

Kai'mana: "I unintentionally murdered the bard bestie in my sleep..."

Shadowheart: "And I almost intentionally murdered Lae'zael in her sleep. It's fine."

Kai'mana: "...Fair enough."

I think it'll be a thing where they're not used to the company/trust of others, both of them being amnesiac and harboring "darkness" inside of them, and they lead themselves on to believe it's a romantic attraction to one another, but then realize they're just meant to be besties. They click, but not necessarily in the way they think. It's a pleasant/fond experience for them, though.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 oc #bg3 dark urge #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #dark urge spoilers #bg3 alfira

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Ya know what's so hot to me? When someone is getting fatter and like, sure their belly is a little bigger but they're at a point where 5 or 10 lbs isn't v noticable

But then one day it's like you blink and suddenly their face is full of fat, all rounded out and puffy, cheeks full and jowls hanging, their little double chin now just a spare tire around their neck. And it's not just their face that blows up, but their arms thicken and their legs get fat (maybe start to get so big that they take on those less than human shapes, the lumpy pockets of fat that make it hard for them to waddle) and shit, even their ankles and feet get visibly fatter! And their feeder goes nuts for it and starts to stuff them in earnest, leading to faster and faster gains until eventually they're too big to do much but eat and breathe heavily from the exertion of chewing

Idk about you but I'm picturing Bucky as the pile of lard here, but whoever works!!

This is the SHIT. YES.

But, somehow, I went less pile-of-lard and more muscle-chub for this idea? So, I hope you still enjoy it because I just took the inspiration you gave me of Bucky not realizing how much he's gained and ran 🥺🥺

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink under the cut, you know the drill. Warnings for weight gain, off-screen stuffing, size comparison, numbers/scales (but I'm not that good at estimating pounds and comparing it to visuals, lol)

I'd like to imagine that this happens with Bucky and Steve in a long-distance relationship. Probably skinny Steve and beefy Bucky. Steve has moved out to the West Coast for more opportunities in art school, then eventually in his art career, pursuing architecture because of his passion for drawing marrying with his intelligence. He's good with numbers, like really good. He's obsessed with numbers. Meanwhile, Bucky is back in New York, hanging around Brooklyn for longer, maybe taking a gap year, but nevertheless, he ends up with the freshman fifteen. More than the freshman fifteen because he knows his boyfriend's dirty secret -

His boyfriend likes how much bigger he is than him.

And he wants him even bigger.

Thicker. Fatter. Heavier.

So, Bucky thinks what the hell, he's not gonna stop lifting, he enjoys working out too much to quit, but he doesn't love watching what he eats. He's always had a sweet tooth anyway. And his whole life he's had this clinging baby fat, even at the top of his gym game, he's never had perfectly cut abs. His middle is always a little thicker - soft and cushy, just like Steve likes him. So, while Steve takes his time getting settled on the other coast, just for a year, maybe two, before Bucky comes out and joins him, Bucky will drop his diet and eat whatever the hell he wants. It'll be like a dirty bulk. It'll be great! He won't have to pay attention so much, policing himself. He can let go. Then, at the end of his little experiment, he'll surprise his puny [affectionate] boyfriend by being even heavier the next time he sees him, squishing him further into the mattress the next time he gets to fuck him. (For how much it scares Bucky to death to hear him rasp, on the edge of another asthma attack, it's strangely exhilarating to hear him gasp and squirm underneath him, knowing that it's nothing to be worried about, it's just his little pervert clinging to him with freezing cold hands, begging for more because he can take it.)

How much weight could he possibly gain anyway? It's just a year, Bucky talks himself into it further, he'll still be working out, too. It's totally possible that nothing will change at all, so he might as well keep it a secret from Steve in case it doesn't work. If it does work, then it's just a kinky surprise. Couples do that shit all the time. This is actually so normal the more he thinks about it. It's fine!

Here's the thing, though -

Steve knows that Bucky knows about his preferences - Bucky knows everything about him, perhaps even too much - but poor Steve can't talk about what he likes without getting horribly embarrassed, turning into a blushing and stammering mess. So, they don't talk about it. Instead, Steve has to watch through FaceTime as Bucky's cheeks get fluffier and rounder month by month. At first, Steve's pretty sure he's just too tired from school and his internship anyway, he's hallucinating. It can't be real. He's not seeing Bucky right. All Bucky does is work out! He wouldn't put on weight. Especially not when he eats depressingly boring. Always carefully planning bland meals to fuel all of his big, hard muscles, Muscles that do make Steve want to climb him like a tree, of course, but there is something about big softness that really makes Steve's mouth water. He can't get enough of it. When he sees a big, muscle-bound guy who's softened by a little too many sweet treats, God, Steve's eyes can't help but follow him until he's out of sight. All the space they take up. Massive. Huge. Soft. Yeah. Bucky is HUGE and he is soft and sweet, emotionally, but he's not soft physically. And it's fine! He doesn't have to be! It's his body!

Steve thinks himself in circles, tiring himself out until he falls asleep listening to Bucky talk about his day, fantasizing about his seemingly fuller cheeks, until...

During one of their nightly calls, Steve opens his big, stupid mouth accidentally. Much less a conversation about it - whatever it is - and more an admission.

It happens in the middle of Bucky talking about going to lunch with one of his gym buddies, Sam, and how much more of a pain in the ass he was today than usual, pestering Bucky about what he's been doing differently lately in the gym and out of it, prodding him, insisting that Bucky must be missing Steve more than he can admit... and using it as an excuse to tell Steve how much he does miss him. And Steve starts thinking too hard, does Bucky miss him more than he realizes? Steve's heart starts beating faster all of a sudden, is he not seeing things? Has Bucky been eating his feelings? Has Bucky been missing sessions with Sam to sit on the couch and mope instead? Has he gained weight? Is it possible?

"Have you weighed yourself recently, Buck?" Steve lets slip, sounding eager enough that even though they both know about Steve's not-so-secret, dirty secret, Steve feels heat on his face. One look at his reflection in his phone and his suspicions are confirmed. Great, now he's blushing about blushing. Way to be subtle, dumbass, he thinks. It's only been eight months. How much weight could he have put on? How many sessions would he have to miss? Oh, Jesus, how much would he have to eat? What does he do when he's not on FaceTime with Steve? What about when he's not texting him? Steve's imagination is running wild, imagining his big, big boyfriend even bigger, sitting in the recliner in the apartment they picked out together, his thighs spread as wide as the comfy chair will allow, his whole body sprawled out, made to look even thicker from sitting down and spreading. He always looks so biteable like that. His legs. God. And if he's put on enough weight for his face to get chubby... his belly is probably beginning to dome out as he shoves junk food down his throat. It might even be round when he's not eating!

Steve just about whimpers out loud thinking about his big boyfriend going to town on a punching bag, throwing his weight into it, shirtless with his meaty pecs and new belly jiggling. 😫😫

"Eh," Bucky shrugs one shoulder - is it possible that his shoulders are even bigger? Wider? Steve's breathing speeds up, this is NOT helping him stay focused and unembarrassed - "maybe, but I don't know if I believe the scales at the gym anymore. I think they're broken."

"Wha-why not?" Steve sputters, he can feel himself turning from pink to red.

"Well," Bucky drawls, his dimples popping as he grins charmingly at Steve through the camera, "'cause-" unceremoniously he stands up, backing away from his phone where it's propped up on his desk and Steve's jaw drops. "-the scale at the gym said I gained another twenty pounds but-" he turns around, chuckling at himself as he looks over his shoulder, looking at his own body as he poses obnoxiously like a body builder more than he's looking at Steve even as he gives his boyfriend a mouth-watering view of his thick ass and suddenly dimpled thighs.

Jesus wept.

His body is suddenly straining against his compression shorts, normally he wears them under his basketball shorts for working out, but his loose (are they still loose?) shorts aren't anywhere to be seen. Instead, all Steve can see is his thick, so fucking thick thighs under his dump truck ass and the seams of his compression shorts that look poised to rip apart like tissue paper.

"-I have no idea where it coulda gone?"

Bucky turns back around and pinches his hip which is much, much wider and softer than Steve remembers (and he remembers those hips well, he remembers digging his fingertips into them while being fucked, he remembers squeezing his thighs around his waist also while getting fucked, he remembers - okay, he's getting distracted). Bucky is fucking pinching his hip, using his fingers like he might use a pair of calipers to measure his body fat percentage. There's a lot of body fat. So much so that it's making Steve sweat like he's watching his boyfriend strip over FaceTime instead of just squeezing his own flesh.

"Whaddya think, Stevie?" He looks up, eyes wide, lips poised in a soft pout as his voice keeps up that familiar Brooklyn drawl, "does it look like I put on another twenty?"

Steve's brain is spinning like tires against the asphalt, smoke pouring out of his ears. "A-another!?" He sputters.

"See?" Bucky responds, patting his tummy, satisfied by assuming that Steve agrees that he doesn't know where all that weight has gone rather than the evidence being written all over him. His thick thighs that don't just sometimes brush past each other but rub against one another as he swaggers back toward the camera, half naked in their apartment, his chubby belly that's beginning to hide the waistband of his compression shorts, his compression shorts that look like they're cutting off his circulation, digging so deep into the plushness that's settled on top of all his muscle, his wide hips that are honest-to-God love handles now, his fuller pecs that are capped with stretched, pink nipples, his shoulders that still look too wide for Steve to wrap his arms around but are just even wider, sloped gently with fat, and, of fucking course, the hints of stretch marks that are beginning to settle on his sides. Steve can see exactly where every pound has gone.

"I would know if I had put on almost eighty pounds, especially in eight months-!"

Bucky is still talking, but Steve is lost, all but drooling over him, not too far off from interrupting him to tell him to put the phone back fucking down so he can see more than his chubby pecs, double chin, and soft cheeks. He wants the full effect now that he knows what's just out of frame.

"-I'd notice it! And right now, all I notice is this-" he grunts attractively, moving the camera so Steve can have an eyeful of his flexing right arm rather than his face. Which, guh, yeah, does look huge. He looks like he's put on more muscle underneath the fat he's added to his frame. But... when he moves his arm, bringing it in close to his body rather than out next to him in a straight line from his shoulder, Steve fully loses whatever point Bucky was trying to make about how big, in terms of muscles, he looks. Because. His arm is right next to his rounding-out belly, something that looks, honestly, more like a gut right now, Steve can't form words. All he can do is moan.

(Steve fucking wakes up in the middle of the night after Bucky talks him to completion, having the hottest phone sex of their lives, sweating, only just understanding what it all means. He's so big that he didn't fucking notice that he gained twenty pounds. Twenty pounds. He's gotten so big that twenty pounds isn't noticeable, he's so unaware that he doesn't know, so... he's definitely going to keep gaining, he's not going to change, he doesn't know. Fuck. He gained eighty pounds in eight months. If. Oh, fuck. If he keeps going, at the soonest Steve sees him, in a year since the first parted ways, Bucky will be one hundred and twenty pounds heavier. That's more than Steve weights on his own. Shit. Steve has to jerk off again just to deal with his boner even though he just had a gutting orgasm.)

#mylevisdontfitanymore #ask #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #bucky barnes #steve rogers #chubby bucky #stucky #fat bucky #tight clothes

[egg-emperor]

Hopefully Fang gets some literal booty in the future 🍑🥚

Oh yesss 💜 I really wanna see them interact more to further fuel it. Every time they do, my mind very easily goes to thoughts of Fang getting some Egg Booty and vice versa 😋

All my Eggman x Fang concepts are very ns4w with it being a gay4pay situation where Fang will accept Eggman's advances with the promise of money. But instead of Eggman treating them like favors Fang does for him on command for that purpose alone, he acts like it's a "reward" for Fang instead

He's like "look at how generous I am! you get paid and the lucky chance to experience me~" And Fang is like "wtf gay this isn't what I signed up for" and tries to act disgusted when he kisses him and other things but there's a blush in his cheeks and he's very flustered by the strange feelings he has hehe

Eventually it gets to the point that after a successful mission, Eggman bends over and presents his ass to him as his "reward" and Fang is like "when I said that I'm out for booty I meant money and treasure!" Really Eggman had secretly wanted this from the start and had planned for it to get here.

But who could possibly resist the opportunity to play with such a big round thick booty like his? 😍 Fang certainly can't, so Eggman will get exactly what he wants and then try to pass it off as such a generous extra reward after lol. Oh yeah I have actually seen art exactly along the lines of this with them 👀

I should finally finish this one concept I have and put it on my ns4w blog 🥴 Here's a little mostly sfw preview:

Fang sees his job as very serious business despite being a goofy klutz, he tries his best and will do anything for his pay. Eggman is showing obvious interest in him from the start with the way he blatantly checks him out whenever he's near and he hypes him up like in the Fang's Big Break comic (that was pretty gay ngl) but Fang just takes it as him trying to charm him to keep him working with him.

After Fang has found and captured Trip to make her work with them, Eggman says he wants to give Fang an early reward and that he needs to sit in his Egg Mobile for him to give it to him. He's confused but jumps in and Eggman grabs his back and pushes him down onto the space of the seat between his legs, so he's wedged between the man's big round soft belly and the dashboard.

Eggman has a big sly smirk on his face and puts his hand under Fang's chin to tilt his up head up, then quickly steals a kiss on the lips. Fang reacts with great shock, and tries to look appalled and disgusted by screwing up his nose and sticking his tongue out because wtf that's gay. But there's a faint blush in his cheeks. He's about to ask what kind of a reward that was but Eggman suddenly grabs his butt and squeezes it.

He reminds him that they made a deal, he'll pay him well if he does everything he says. Fang didn't expect it to get gay as fuck but he has to do it now. He'll do anything for his pay, is what he tells himself. He's grumpy and huffs, rolling his eyes with a "fine!" He's all flustered but Eggman finds it amusing. Fang half hopes that it just means letting him kiss and grope him occasionally but he should know it won't stop there.

- And it doesn't because it all gets very ns4w from there so it'll have to go on my blog for that when it's done lol

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #eggman x fang #asks #suggestive #my post #eggfang #ns4w

[totaleclipse573]

What are some Eclipse headcanons you have?

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS MAKES ME VERY HAPPY HEHEHEEHHEH

Here's all the ones I have so far :

Like I've mentioned once before, after the hivemind was destroyed, all the noise in Eclipse's mind that he had gotten used to just suddenly disappeared. It felt unnatural and strange to him, and made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't like it at all. Talking out loud became a sort of coping mechanism, so now he just doesn't shut up. It annoys Shadow a bunch, but he lets Eclipse keep talking most of the time and just listens, since he knows it helps him.

The Dark Arms are like his "therapy animals," in a way. It's one of the reasons he loves them so much, they just make him feel really happy and safe.

Eclipse uses humor as a coping mechanism as well

Because of the imaginary redemption arc he got in my head, Eclipse's best friend is Sonic. Sonic helped him out a lot with all that. Plus, I just love the concept of them being smart individuals on their own, but when they're together, they actually share half a braincell. (All of Mobius FEARS THESE TWO ON APRIL FOOLS.)

When Eclipse was just created, he was a VERY curious kid. Like, he would just never stop asking questions, ever. He would also always try and find ways to get a lot of attention, specifically from Black Death. Also, I’m sure he’s tried to speak to the other Black Arms verbally and getting somewhat frustrated that they won’t answer, before realizing they can’t talk, and that he needs to use the hive mind. I’m sure of it.

Eclipse is very sensitive to the cold. If it gets too cold he’ll go into a kind of hibernation mode where he just falls asleep and doesn’t wake up until his body temperature is warm again (He has been shoved into the oven at least once during the winter.) He absolutely CANNOT go out into the snow without more than one snow jacket. And lastly, when Shadow knows he’s going to lose and argument to Eclipse, he gradually keeps turning down the AC at random points in the argument until Eclipse takes his little cold nap. Rouge has to put parental controls on the dang AC unit now. 

In present, I usually take Eclipse to be a little shorter than Shadow in height. But since Eclipse has more Black Arms DNA, he’ll eventually have a slight growth spurt that makes him a few inches taller than Shadow. Shadow will never hear the end of it after that. 

A lot of Eclipse's emotions can be best expressed through his tail movements. If he's happy or excited, it'll wag like a dog's. If he's afraid, it'll curl up and go between his legs. When shocked or spooked, it'll go completely straight (like those cartoon cats lol.) He can also use it to hang from stuff like trees like an opossum, which he does sometimes to scare the heck out of Shadow and get a good laugh out of it.

And...that's all the one's I can think of for now! I'm definitely open to hearing any other headcanons though!

#sonic the hedgehog #eclipse the darkling #sonic fandom #archie sonic #sth #shadow the hedgehog #ask #thanks for the ask!

[polyhexian]

Btw I do feel extremely bad for eventually!Darius. I love Darius! He's a very cool character with interesting motivations and flaws! And they're all coming to a head in this one, lol.

Darius is replaying the last time he ever saw Jasper on loop, and he's reevaluating every interaction he has ever had with Hunter, and he has realized he's fucked up. Darius has realized he's been consistantly fucking up for 16 years.

Maybe he tries to defend himself to himself. Brains tend to do that. I was grieving! Okay yeah valid but no excuse for bullying a child, actually. How was I supposed to know he was Jasper's kid? Oh come on you can't say you didn't KIND OF suspect with those eyes and that face and the hair, also it shouldn't matter WHOSE kid he was you still hurt a kid. I was subconsciously upset Jasper apparently had a kid and didn't tell me. Right but this all keeps coming back to you bullying a kid. It's not like he explicitly told me to look out for the next Golden Guard! It costs 0 snails to not be mean to the child soldier.

Darius is just…facedown on his bed, groaning. He hasn't kept up with his hair or skincare routine in two days. Eberwolf is getting worried; they've dragged MULTIPLE animal carcasses into Darius's bedroom and he hasn't complained ONCE.

Raine: We're not getting Eda involved, I refuse to put her in danger.

Darius: Sure! Of course! Perfectly understandable! I'm so glad you have the opportunity to look out for your loved one! Of course if it turns out you wildly misunderstand what she wants she may never forgive you, but hey, whatever you think is best! AHAHAHAHA.

Raine: Darius are you okay.

At some point when he's on speaking terms with Alador again, it comes up.

Darius: I've horrifically betrayed the man I love. He trusted me, and I let him down, badly. Now he hates me and he's never going to forgive me and I have to see him scowl at me from across the room and call me all sorts of horrible things and the sad truth is I deserve every single one of them.

Alador, nodding: I can tell you from experience that it's an awful thing to go through, but it is possible to eventually move on.

Darius: Are you MOCKING me??

Alador: No? I'm being genuinely sympathetic and supportive.

Idk if this is a universe where Jasper and Darius would be able to work things out between themselves - the hurt runs deep, Jasper honestly thought he could at least count on the one man who befriended HIM to look out for a kid who looked like him and was stuck in the same position, and instead Darius failed at just not being MEAN to said kid. Jasper didn't even realize the bar was so low. And Darius doesn't really have much time to fix his behavior and turn things around, and Hunter's real dad is here so there's no need for Darius to become an adopted father figure, and…yeah.

Jasper's relationship with Darius is so hostile, and once Darius realizes what's up he's just miserable and resigned and apologetic even though he knows it'll fix nothing, like a dog rolling over to show its belly. It's sad and hard to watch.

But if their relationship ever DOES progress to something less than hostile, it's entirely because Hunter's willing to forgive Darius, and Jasper can't deny Hunter anything. They can maybe work their way towards cordial neutral. Romance…romance may not work out here.

…Of course, Hunter has to tackle Luz when she catches wind of the situation. She starts rambling about the Parent Trap and Friends to Enemies to Lovers and orchestrating an Only One Bed situation and he is like NOPE, BAD IDEA, THAT IS HOW PEOPLE (mostly Darius lbr) DIE.

YEAH NO IT SUCKS TO BE DARIUS IN ALL TIMELINES HDDGJIKKIFDRH

I don't think it's.... TOTALLY unsalvageable if he plays his cards right. Like on the beach he realizes that's jasper and he's ALIVE. And jasper hisses at him like. If you ever threaten my son again I will rip you limb from limb. And he poofs and I'm sure Darius is left like SON??????? SON??????

And like back at the castle he has an existential crisis in the middle of the night before like. Oh my god. I've been bullying his son. What the fuck. Son??? He had a son???? Wh. When did he do that. And suddenly he has that same interest in hunter canon Darius has but... perhaps with a little more guilt and desperation. My dude is ALREADY planning to kidnap hunter and get out of there because holy shit??? Jasper???? Alive??????? Out of my way gayboy I have amends to make

Like... Jasper loses him after hollow mind. Hunter bolted and jasper couldn't catch him. So Hunter spends nine days homeless while jasper is having a fucking panic attack. Hunter is in so much fucking immediate danger rn. There is no more fucking around in the shadows it is GO time. Maybe he hates Darius, but Darius is strong, he knows the emperor's coven and hunter, and most importantly he fucking owes him.

Jasper has MAGIC now. He has Hunter's staff! He shows up at Darius' door like GET UP SCRUBLORD YOURE GOING TO HELP ME FIND MY FUCKING SON RIGHT NOW

Ohhhh my god the drama. The two of them working together. Darius is overwhelmed with guilt and confusion. Jasper is angry and hates him. Darius keeps asking questions like "how are you alive" "why didn't you tell me you were alive" "how do you have a son" "do you like legit hate me" and jasper is just fucking ignoring him. But then!! Labyrinth runners! Darius hears over, the like-- like the fucking coven group chat or whatever, that Adrian graye has found the fucking golden guard and jasper's like AHHHHHHHHH and so they both rush over but... it all happened so fast! They're too late! But now they get the full details of the draining spell because hunter told the kids and oh my god.... oh my goodddd. Jasper is like. I have to get hunter as far away from here as humanly possible. And Darius is like you literally don't even know if that would work. And also what about everyone else??? But obviously a worked up jasper is like fuck everybody else!! Gasp. Shock. You're mad at me for bullying you're kid when you're willing to let every kids parents die?? And he's like. Gasp. How dare you

But Hunter is already gone... and jasper is ready to go look for him, but... oh no! Did you think you could beat up a coven head and not face retribution?! There is like a whole outfit of coven soldiers on the way. Like the ones with Adrian were not like combat guys. They were just here to hassle some school kids. Now the school kids have committed fucking treason. And if Darius fights then his cover will be blown! And maybe even Belos will realize he needs to look for moles higher up! If nothing jasper does works then that is the only backup plan to stop the spell and save Hunter along with everyone else!

There's only one choice. Jasper has to stay and fight off a whole army so the kids have time to escape, and Darius has to go and find hunter. And jasper is like you fucker. You go and remember how much you fucking owe me. You remember that. And then wham! Bam! Sick moves!

And we know that hunter really wants Darius's approval... he likes him a lot. At this point we kind of lose track of them for a second because Luz and king go do the Titan trapper stuff, and then they go to the knee to hide out, then they get captured and Darius and co saves them and then the next we see hunter he shows up to say Darius told him to protect Luz so... I guess he's been staying with him? It's a little unclear. But ALSO.... where were Gus and Willow and hunter hiding??? How did they run into Darius and the CATTs?

Maybe they ALSO needed a rescue mission... maybe while fleeing from the school they got captured by a unit too, and Darius swung in and rescued them and brought them to the safehouse BUT also he got a really serious injury like stabbed or something, he's not like dying yet but OWWWWW... and no one in their crew knows healing magic!!!! He gets patched up but.... and you know. He's fretting over hunter. He's been homeless for nine days. He's hungry. He's malnourished. He's upset. Time for Darius to go dad mode for the first time but ALSO hes injured and he gets to finally have a big "I am so sorry Hunter that I let myself drown in my grief and turn into a person I never wanted to be and I'm sorry you were on the receiving end of that, and you might never forgive me but I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you safe now" and it's all very FEELINGS!!!!!!

But where is jasperrrrr???? Poor motherfucker has lost his kid AGAIN... and the thing is that from the time eda and Luz get rescued, it's only 24 hours until the draining spell!! Jasper does not fucking have a lot of time! He searches and searches but THEN.... THE SPELL... AND HUNTER IS UP THERE.... oh maybe he rescues Alador after the kids leave and he tells him they went up to the coven heads and he gets there and Darius says they went to go save Luz... and that's when he finally pops in just in time to protect the kids from a big dramatic Belos attack. And then of course he loses an arm and nearly dies and spends a week in a fever coma lol

[moodymisty]

okay so my original second idea before the Sevatar one came out more a word vomit than a request so just take this as me sharing an idea I've had in my head and I have no Warhammer buddies to share it with lol

this is a premise inspired by a oneshot I feel like I read at some point but I can't remember where. a human from the distant past, before ai tried to kill everyone and people still looked out at the galaxy with hopeful naivety, getting shot into the far future after their exploratory science vessel gets caught up in some warp storm. our scientist/explorer was in cryo sleep or something so is completely unaware anything went wrong. anywho, but who should pick up on the strange little blip of their ancient yet new vessel?

BOOM it's Trazyn lol. so he squirrels the whole kit and kaboodle to solemnace and ends up waking our mc up. maybe they initially think Trazyn is some form of advanced AI and after some surprise are pretty chill with him. maybe Trazyn plays along for a time, asks them questions about themselves and things from their time. shows them around some exhibits and such. our mc slowly coming to realize something is terribly wrong during their time on solemnace. Trazyn growing surprisingly attached to them, it's nice having someone to talk and teach things to and theyre so eager and inquisitive.

okay I'm rambling so anyway his lil human's life is so frail and short, not even a blip on the proverbial radar of his existence and he very much doesn't want to lose them so soon so he feeds the ctan shard he's got locked in the basement in trade for the knowledge on how to perform biotransference on them. Trazyn rationalizes that it's for the best, it's only temporary, the necrons of course will eventually figure out how to reverse their condition and everything will be fine. mc may or may not consent to the procedure.

I feel you on the having the no Warhammer friends to share with lol. Only just recently have I actually had people to talk about it to.

But man, Trayzn is such a funny dude lol. I haven't read The Infinite and the Divine yet (it's in the postage still it'll get here one day) but I love how despite how absolutely not human he is, he one of the more human characters in 40k. I mean he's just a hobby collector with a bit of a morose spin.

I imagine he's one of the few characters who'd despite being 'above' humanity in terms of pretty much anything, he'd probably be willing to kinda show off in a way. Tour his collection, chat about all the things he's seen. I mean if I was about to be frozen, I'd love to at least take a gander at the 40k British museum first.

Talk about a wide ride though, I mean thinking he's an AI would make the most sense because that would be a trip having to learn what a Necron actually is. Poor human has been thrown around enough.

But awwwww, Trazyn and his little out of time human <3 All things considered it's kinda cute.

Also thanks for sending in requests for not only letting me go apeshit about Blood Angels but ALSO Sevatar??? My crops are green and lush.

#Misty's book club

[toomuchracket]

Was thinking about this all day at work…

D word Matty accompanying you and baba as you return to the DH office for the first time since going on maternity. Matty drives (Range Rover. He decided you needed a massive car as soon as you got pregnant). And he’s such a dilf as he busies himself getting the baby out of the car, insisting you do nothing. He carries the car seat in one hand (tendons flexing, veins popping) and reaches for your hand with the other. The three of you walk into the office together. Matty’s hair is all messy and grey and gorgeous- he’s in glasses too, I’ve decided. He makes sure to hold open every door.

As your colleagues all quietly crowd around you and the baby, Matty keeps his hand on your back and watches closely for any signs you’re overwhelmed (you’re not. It’s nice to see everyone again).

He’s just a superstar dad the whole time you’re there (an hour or so probably) and everyone notices it. He’s so gentle and perfect. And you’re so fucking glad you insisted you were ready for kids.

my god... this is not helping my part-time delusions of being a range rover milf lol.

anyway, you know what i think would be really cute? taking the baby in to see all your colleagues just after you've taken her (girldad matty supremacy always) to be registered and gotten her birth certificate, a couple of weeks after she's born. like you're in london anyway, it's a perfect day, and you turn to matty in the car (which he looks soooooo sexy driving, and which you've told him you're going to jump him in when you're allowed to have sex again lol) and say "i think we should take her into work to meet everyone today". and matty thinks for a second and he's like "well, she's napping now and she's been fed, so we could. if you feel up to it, that is, sweetheart", and you're like "yeah i'm alright! i really want to show our girl off lol" and matty grins and he's like "me too. wanna show both my girls off". so you call jamie and tell him you're bringing the baby in, but not to tell anyone - it'll be a cute surprise for your work friends (obv the boys have already met her, and jamie has too). it takes you bloody ages to get parked somewhere near the office (it's literally on oxford street), but you manage eventually; matty insists on both opening your door for you and running to detach the little car seat/carrier combo thing you've got for baba, which is fine by you because you get to watch him be all dilfy. and he really, really is, all grey curls and sexy glasses and biceps flexing as he easily lifts your daughter out of the car - but also, he's so adorable, the way his eyes light up when he looks at her and the softness in his voice as he coos "it's ok, my darling, you can go back to sleep" as she starts to stir a little bit. and then matty's immediately back to being the dilf of all dilfs, holding the baby carrier in one arm and tugging you into him for a kiss with the other, before he takes your hand and you quickly hurry onto oxford street and into the office building before anyone clocks you.

and like you said, despite matty literally carrying the baby (you try not to salivate at the muscles and veins all prominent in his arm while you're in the lift in front of the mirror), he's still making a point of rushing ahead to open doors for you and kiss your cheek as you walk through, which makes you blush. by the time the two of you get into the office itself, you're both beaming happily, and the baby is snoozing adorably. the team are all having a little friday mid-morning meeting when you get in, so they've all got their backs to you except jamie - thinking you'd quip "hey, sorry i'm late, you wouldn't believe how long childbirth takes", and all these heads would turn in delight towards you, gasping quietly when they see matty there too holding the baby. someone's like "i can't believe you're all here!" and matty's like "well, we had to show our girl where her parents met, didn't we?" lol. but yeah, you get lot of hugs and compliments on how well you look - tbf, so does matty lol - before everyone gathers round to properly meet the baby for the first time; she's stirring slightly again, so you hold her while you talk about her and her birth and all that, in case she starts mewling and needs to be soothed. matty's got his arms around your waist, just gazing lovingly over your shoulder at his baby girl and periodically asking "you feeling ok, sweetheart?" in your ear - he takes her off to change her when she starts to get a bit gurny (someone jokes "oh, he really does do the nappies. manifested"), and holds her sleepy against his chest when the two of them get back from the bathroom. you keep losing your train of thought every time you look over at matty and your daughter, him gently caressing her back to help her fall asleep as someone shows him some production details of an ep the label are about to release or some shit, and everyone you've spoken to has just been like "he's so good at this parenting thing, so natural. you both are!" and you're like "i agree lol i think we were both just ready for this step, starting a family" (you really were, and matty thinks so too).

all in all, you're in the office for a couple of hours (you sat and had a cuppa with everyone, so it took a little longer than you'd thought); matty's insistent like "right, it's time to go home now babe" when you actually start seriously discussing work things and go to log into your emails to help, despite still being on mat leave and everyone telling you no lol. but you've had such a lovely time - matty's loved showing off his girls, the loves of his life, to the team, and you both think it's a total full circle moment for you, having your newborn daughter's carseat resting on the desk matty used to chat you up at lmao. and matty insists on carrying the baby back out to the car, cooing at her the whole time and as he's putting her into her carseat, and you're just so full of love for the two of them (and hormonal) that you start sobbing a little bit. naturally, matty's at you within seconds, holding your face and wiping your tears away with his thumbs like "what's wrong, darlin'? are you alright?"; you giggle softly and say "yeah, i just love you so much. you and our little girl", and matty tears up a bit too and says "i love you both so much, too, you're my everything". and it's just the two of you hugging and crying quietly outside your car, baby asleep and none the wiser, until you're like "right, let's go home before people clock us crying like weirdos in central lmao", and matty laughs and he's like "yeah, or before our daughter learns how uncool we actually are. she's too little for that lol". but all in all, the whole day is so perfect, just like your little family <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty #d word matty #literal d word

[soya-ix]

AnS Ask Game - No one asked but here's my full answer sheet;)

1.Favorite character

It's too hard to pick one because the dynamics among the characters is exactly why I enjoy AnS so much🤔. Let's just say I love everyone equally🥰 (Maybe less for Mitsu tho) (I resemble Hisame even in this regard lol)

2.Character you hate with a passion

Nah I really don't have one either. Sensei's really good at building up characters and it's hard to genuinely hate any one of them.

3.Character who grew on you eventually

It wouldn't be a surprise that it's Hisame but it would probably surprise you that he grew on me simply because sensei's art improved so much and I just can't get enough of his pretty face lol. But of course his personality growth is particularly interesting to me as well.

4.Character with the best hairstyle

Tariga!!!! Let me do your braids!!!!!🤩🤩🤩

Also Kazuki's ponytail yes yes yes🤩🤩🤩

Hisame's casually messy hair has a unique style too😎😎😎

5.Character with the best design

You mean clothes?🤔 I'd say Shirayuki, and Hisame has the potential to be a model as well lol.

6.Character you would date in real life

After some serious thinking I would say🤔……Kazuki!😋 (Wait he's underage isn't he???) But let's just say if it's not illegal to date him x), I think it'll be fun to date someone who's a bit (you sure it's 'a bit'?) younger than me and who's always so cheerful and energetic wherever he goes. He's also simple-hearted and I think it's super cute(ˊ˘ˋ*)♡. Last but not least, JUST LOOK AT THAT FACE💗💗😍😍

Oh and yes I'd definitely date Tariga too just for his pretty face💕💕🥰🥰

7.Character you would marry in real life

Ahh…This one's hard. To be honest I don't think I'd make a good marriage candidate for any one of them🤔. I'll probably choose Izana cause he seems to be busy with work all the time and I get to live a good life but still get lots of free time of my own😈. (yeah i guess marriage is not my thing…at the moment…) But if it's marrying into a noble family I'd rather run away with Kazuki and the Lions😈. (Power and duties❌ Adventure and Freedom✅)

8.Character that is most like you

Hisame, as MBTI and @sabishi-tomo 's quiz show.

Fun fact: I totally anticipated it when I found out Hisame was ENTP (tho ENTJ works for him too) cause I myself as an INTP can't help but noticed how we both enjoy being snarky and sarcastic just for the fun of it x). And also in tomo's quiz I got Hisame as well. I do especially agree with the "self-centered", "live to be entertained" and "like to tease people" parts. Apart from that apparently I'm better at forming close connections with people than he is lol. But the point is I'd be a great match for Lady Kiki YES🧎‍♀️

9.Character with the best redemption arc

I'll have to say Raji. Never thought he could actually transform from an annoying arrogant prince into an adorable royal heir, thank you Shirayuki.

But let's not forget the Bergatt twins. The confession they made about finding their light was so touching I almost cried T T.

10.Ships or characters who you think deserve more love

IT'S NEVER ENOUGH FOR HISAKIKI. They deserve all the love in the world. I'll only stop saying this when everyone on earth ships them.

And of course Kazuki. You know what I mean and I'll save the ranting for your sake.

11.Favorite “villain” or morally grey character

If Raji still counts as "villain" as he previously was then yes I appreciate him but in a comedic sense.

12.Favorite arc

Bergatt!!!!! THE PLOT AND THE PANELS!!!!! My heart was pounding so fast and I just couldn't help rushing through pages as if I was the one in the story trying to seize every second to save Zen💓💓💓. Bergatt will always be the best arc. End of story.

13.Favorite scene or line

I HAVE SO MANY FAVORITE SCENES HOW COULD I NOT??? But I'll present you with one that hit me different during my first read and that is Hisame's proposal to Kiki (the one where he actually succeeds). I wasn't even shipping them that much but man the scene was like🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯and I just couldn't help but go awwwwwwww for them💗💗

And now favorite line, I bet no one can ever guess it's this one:

Sorry I only have the Chinese version with me but basically it's Shirayuki saying: "It would be nice if we get to see the new flower this winter^^." To me, this line symbolizes the very feeling AnS gives me: consistent hope and never-ending positivity in every corner of the simplest daily life.

14.Most hated arc

Not exactly hating or disliking them but the science part in the phostyrias (is that right?) arc is a bit difficult to read for me, and I wouldn't mind if the perfume arc were a bit simpler and shorter. Just saying😜

15.Your controversial take

I'm glad you asked cause I finally get to say this out but also a bit afraid cause it's gonna upset some fans. Just to be clear, I don't intend to throw shade on any ship or characters or people who enjoy them. I'm just sharing my pov👀.

So here it comes: I don't see how Mitsu and Kiki make a good romantic couple, and I don't understand how Kiki fell for Mitsu.

I mean at the very beginning of the story (when it was supposed to be a short series) it was apparent that Mitsu and Kiki were going to be a couple and I could tell that. As the story goes on, we see hints that Kiki has romantic interests in Mitsu. And since Kiki confessed her feeling to him it seems to have become canon that Kiki did/does love Mitsu, and I fully accept that. But still, despite all the hints and confessions, I just don't see when/why/how Kiki fell for him. (Not saying Mitsu is not good enough, just examining their relationship development.) As far as I'm concerned, Kiki takes Mitsu as her most trusted partner and cherished friend. She knows she has to marry someday and of course she'd be looking out for the right candidate. And Mitsu would certainly be her best choice in many ways. But that's it. I don't see how Kiki actually developed romantic feelings for Mitsu. Perhaps sensei just didn't elaborate on that, or perhaps I missed something, in that case please lecture me lol^^

16.Something that you had wished had happened

Man I really wish we get to see more of Kazuki. It's illegal to waste that pretty baby face like that. I mean sensei couldn't you get him a job around Shirayuki? Like being an aide to Obi so that they can take shift to look out for Shirayuki's safety when Obi's away to help Zen or something??

And also I'd love to see more of Hisame's days at Sereg as well, like how he usually tries to be a pain in the ass every time the trio visits^^.

17.Your OTP

HisaKiki (because no I cannot separate ObiZenYuki.)

18.Your favorite rare pair

KAZUYUKI IS UNDERESTIMATED.

Love the chemistry between Tariga and Shirayuki too.

19.Your BroTP

Obizen. That night the way they dealt with their triangle on the deck was absolutely mind-blowing. I've never seen anything like that and I just didn't know it could work this way🤯. Obi&Zen definitely share special bonds and have a unique way of interacting with each other that is essential to both of them.

(Yes I take them mostly as broship but I'm open to other interpretations. I mean I don't really mind what type of relationship they have as long as they're together and they're happy. This applys to obiyuki/obizenyuki as well.)

20.Your NOTP

MitsuKiki. I'm truly sorry. (Not at all😜)

21.Favorite trio

HOW CAN IT NOT BE OBIZENYUKI???

22.Favorite fancontent

I LOVE THE ANALYSIS POSTS ON TUMBLR I LOOOOOOOOVE THEM!!!!!! I enjoy reading every 2000-word essay about how someone think this character has been misunderstood or how this plot is so well-designed or how this detail is supposed to mean something or how……I just love it💗💗💗. Thank you to every amazing AnS scholar who's so profoundly enriched my understanding of the original work💗💗💗.

23.Favorite fancontent that you've created Snow On The Beach. It's just so beautiful. (Credit goes to Sorata and Taylor of course.)

24.A random headcanon that you have

Shirayuki is 100% Tariga's type. The girl of his dreams🥰. (He just doesn't know it yet🥰)

25.Why you picked it up

Haha this one's pure personal story. Two years ago I was binge watching shoujo anime/manga during summer vacation and AnS was one of them. But I only watched the anime back then. It was not until half a year later when I decided I needed some lighthearted mental relief that I thought of it again. So I rewatched the anime, and when I searched about it online I accidentally saw these amazing illustrations from the manga and got totally stunned by the style. Before that I was even criticizing how strange the anime art style is🤣, and the manga was a total surprise!

26.How long you’ve been a fan

A year and a half now.

27.Best part of the series

As I've said before I love how this work is full of consistent hope and never-ending positivity. It's the ideal world in my mind.

Also salute to Sorata's art style and amazing designs.🧎‍♀️

28.Things you would change about the series

Nothing, really. I'm happy with the way it is. It's enough a blessing for me🥹.

29.Things you still don’t understand

Like I said in Q15, I don't really understand how Kiki fell for Mitsu.

30.Did you watch the anime first or read the manga first?

Anime first.

31.Which one is better: manga or anime?

OF COURSE MANGA.

32.The best part of the fandom

Everyone's so positive and kind-hearted and nice and cute and witty and fun just like the characters in the work🥺. Love you guys🥺.

33.How will you feel when AnS ends?

I'm gonna be so sad. On the one hand we won't get any more stories about these people that we love so much, and on the other hand I feel like the community will become much less active when the series ends😢. It's like our days will be gone😢.

34.If you could ask Sorata-sensei anything, what would you ask?

Aside from the loads of questions I have about AnS, I'm genuinely interested in what influenced her most as an author/artist. I love the consistent positivity in almost all of her works and really wonder what works or things perhaps have influenced her in this regard. Or does this positivity just innately run in her blood? Lol. But it's not just the attitude and vibes in her work, I'm overall curious about what influenced her most as an artist.

#I can't believe I actually finished this #Now I need to catch up with everyone else's answers! #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #ask game #ans