#Mickey has a nest

[rayrayor]

@gallavichgeek @ms-moonlight-inn @guinguin1984 thank you for the suggestions for this part two. They will be added in as nuggets of surprise and fun💕😈

@ilitiaforever thank you for the art. The amount of talent in this platform is staggering 💕

All but the knot, part two

#gallavich #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fic #mickey milkovich #mickey x ian #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #shameless fanfiction #omegaverse lifestyle #omega mickey #kind of #abo roleplay #alpha ian #Ian gets creative #Mickey reads a lot of ao3 #abo fiction #Mickey has a nest #omegaverse

[rustboxstarr]

Modern Eddie Munson headcons pt2

Thank you to @strangerthings64 for the request for pt 2!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs (weed), porn. Inapropriate jokes/dirty jokes, allusions to men being disgusting (well they always are) on public transport

Masterlist

🚬 This bitch will go my precious in a Gollum voice while tapping his fingers when you take your top off.

🚬 will send you 10 minutes worth of snapchat videos and get cut off mid sentence then proceed to complain about it in the next.

🚬Eddie Munson HATES pop and hip hop, but once he starts dating you he’s conflicted because he hates the basicness of it and the people who listen to it, but watching you twirl around with Robin drunk and in your element on the dance floor looking so mother fucking sexy swerving your hips in circles to Hey Mickey! By Baby Tate he’s starting to wonder if he might appreciate live stream hip pop.

🚬 Will scroll through Instagram forgetting you’re on a call or on FaceTime with each other and suddenly starts singing incredibly off key to whatever playing on his Google nest.

🚬Facetimes you while he’s cooking and you have to endure watching him shriek and scurry away from the frying pan when hot oil hits his skin.

🚬 Refuses to show his Spotify stats when the group went through theirs because he discovered Woman by Doja Cat had earned the top 6th place.

🚬His whole tiktok is just a bunch of bullshit, like he will be sat next to u scrolling tiktok and suddenly start pissing himself with laughter and showing u this

🚬 FUCKING binges top gear, especially when high.

🚬When this mf gets drunk he’s handsy, ALL OVER HANDS, dudes hands are grabbing your ass, squeezing your titties, pulling your hair cuz he thinks it’s funny all while you’re tryna fight him off you.

🚬 Tried to pick you up once while hammered. He can’t pick you up for very long normally cuz u heavy and this bitch skinny and gangly as fuck but once he gets alcohol in his system. “Eddie you can’t carry me!” “Liquid strength” he motions to his drink “that’s now how it works!” Proceeded to wrap his hands around your thighs, he managed to carry you for a whole second where he was whooping and practically screaming I told you so before loosing his balance and toppling you both onto the floor. Stuck between the end of the couch and a lazy boy.

🚬 On public transport he will sit in the outer edge so you’re against the window and no one can accidentally braze past you. If the bus is full and you’re standing he’ll fucking corner you so no one can accidentally or purposely cop a feel.

🚬Sent a video once on Snapchat where he’s talking with a cigarette in his mouth, and the he dropped it and it burned a hole in the crotch of his jeans.

🚬 No doubt will buy dog leashes and cut the fabric off to use the chains as accessories (totally don’t do that myself…)

🚬 licks your face, need I say more?

🚬took a picture of you bent over tying your boots and drew in a stick figure behind you, he wrote tappin dat ass and posted it to his story

🚬Eddie Munson has instagram, but never posts, but when you finally wear him down he posts the UGLIEST photos of u, his profile picture is you covered in pimple patches with your hair in a fucking mess, two straws sticking out your nose

🚬Watched a porn video the night before you came over, then when you were set to leave in his van his phone automatically connected to Bluetooth while the FAKEST moans bellowed out of the tinny speakers.

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson has adhd #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson headcons #Eddie Munson plus size reader #Eddie Munson x plus size reader #Eddie Munson x reader #modern Eddie #modern Eddie Munson #modern Eddie Munson headcons #modern Eddie headcons #headcanon #headcon

[mrsaltieri-real]

Messy Eater (Mickey Altieri X AFAB!Reader)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: NSFW 🔞, language, smut, blood, fingering, oral, (reader receiving) blood kink, eating out on period, bloody kissing, implied period sex, period pain, cramps, Mickey actually being kinda sweet but still an ass, etc

Anyone who has a period knows how much it fucking sucks. So I wrote this because why the fuck not, the inspo hit so here we are. Bashed this out today, got far too into it but we BALL. So here it is. Mickey would so go down on you on your period he just WOULD.

Fuck, you were hurting. You were hurting bad.

You laid curled up with a hot water bottle resting on your lower abdomen, groaning as you stared at the television unseeingly, desperately trying to distract yourself from the sharp and contracting pains that currently had you bed bound and incapable of moving a muscle in fear of it getting any worse.

Fuck periods.

You must’ve fallen asleep without meaning to, dreamlessly conked out when you heard someone knock at your door lightly making you respond with a quiet moan, forcing your eyes open just as Mickey poked his head around the door.

“Hey, you weren’t in class- Fuck, are you alright?”

You scowled over at him, hand moving to adjust the hot water bottle that had shifted during your slumber back to your stomach only to sigh in frustration when you realised it had turned lukewarm as you muttered, “Do I look okay?” before wincing at a sudden cramp.

With an affectionate roll of his eyes, Mickey quietly closed the door and made his way over to you, sitting down on the bed next to you carefully, his hand coming up to your face to gently wipe a loose strand of hair from your forehead and tuck it behind your ear, “What’s up?” He asked, his voice a lot softer than what you were used to.

Hesitating as you looked up at him, your teeth sunk into your bottom lips before answering simply with, “Period,” and gasped a little when another sharp cramp jolted through your abdomen, causing your body to tense beside him.

“Hmm.” He hummed softly, hand dropping from your face to his side as he stood up, beginning to strip himself of his clothes as you laughed weakly asking, “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m gonna make you feel better.”

“If you wanna make me feel better, make yourself useful and fill this stupid thing back up with hot water.” You pulled your blanket off, pushing the hot water bottle toward him before burrowing yourself back into your warm nest.

“I’ll do that later.” He said dismissively, discarding the last of his clothing and moving the bottle onto your bedside table and his eyes fixed on you the entire time. You eyed him, a little sceptical and knowing that damn face all too well as you slowly shook your head, “Didn’t you hear me? I’m on my period. I don’t wanna have sex, leave me alone.” Mickey laughed a little at your whiny tone as you rolled over onto your other side so you didn’t have to look at him.

All you could think about was how much of an asshole he was for trying to turn you on, knowing you couldn’t do anything about it.

“I watched a movie not too long ago, it talked about how orgasms can be the biggest form of pain relief for cramps.” You felt his hand gently run down the length of your arm before moving to gently rub small, soothing circles into your lower abdomen, the pressure and heat from his fingers making your eyes flutter slightly but you still refused to turn around and look at him, simply saying, “No.”

“What, you don’t believe me? Want me to prove it?” Mickey’s hands more firmly pushed on your hip with his palm so you were on your back again, moving so his face was inches away from yours. You could feel your resolve begin to fade as he gently kissed your lips, your neck, your collarbones before letting out a small groan, your hands moving to his shoulders to stop him from going any further. “I can’t. I haven’t even had a shower yet today.”

“Did I ask?” He retorted simply.

You couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face as he moved his weight so he was hovering above you, littering soft kisses again from your lips and down to your stomach, pausing for a second to lift a shirt he noticed belonged to him with a small smirk. He loved when you wore his clothes.

“Wait-“ You stopped him again and he sighed impatiently, eyes flickering up to yours expectantly with a drawn out, “Yes?”

“You’re not gonna…” Your hands quickly pointed down toward your covered cunt and Mickey smiled, that stupid angelic smile as he settled in between your thighs as he tugged your shorts down, quickly discarded them at the foot of your bed and his fingers quickly coming up to lightly press against your clothed clit, smiling as he heard your sharp intake of breath as he finished for you, “Eat your pussy? Of course I am.”

“Mickey, you don’t have t- Oh!” You were quickly cut off as he pulled your panties to the side, lips eagerly attaching and cradling your clit and sucking indulgently. Your hands automatically gripped his hair as he did so, head tipping back against your pillow as you whimpered, “Oh, fuck,” softly under your breath. He let out a low moan, the metallic taste on his tongue only prompting him to explore your cunt further.

He briefly pulled back, eyes not leaving your bloody pussy as he said, “This isn’t just for you, let’s not be so selfish.” But you brain hardly registered what he had said as his mouth connected with your aching clit once again.

At some point he must have somehow gotten rid of the only thing keeping the blood plugged in because you felt his mouth leave you, eagerly tearing your panties from your body and his tongue delve inside of you, causing your body to jolt in surprise and glance down at him, eyes widening as you saw his face.

He’d never looked more excited, more fucking eager for as long as you’d known him.

His nose and cheeks were already coloured crimson with your blood as he hungrily flicked and curled his tongue, fingers coming up to catch some of the blood and using it as lubricant as he toyed with your clit with his fingers. You’d never tell him, but just seeing him like that, covered in your blood was driving you completely fucking insane in the best possible way. “M- Mickey please-“ You gasped out, hands shakily pushing at his head to no avail.

His eyes flickered up to you as he pulled away, bloody saliva connecting him to your cunt as he smiled and teasingly said, “Aww what? Too sensitive?” His bloody fingers were still moving across your clit as he spoke, your head nodding frantically as he let out a laugh, saying simply, “Too bad. You taste so fucking good, I’m gonna make all the pain go away. Trust me, you’ll be thanking me,” Before he pulled his fingers back, sucking them slowly as his eyes fell closed and he let out a groan, his head dropping eagerly back in between your stained thighs.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, adjusting you so he had better access and his tongue dragged between your folds, not wanting to waste a single drop of your bloody arousal whilst his eyes remained closed, moaning against your cunt and sending vibrations through your entire body, the sensation making you shudder as your hands gripped your sheets, twisting and pulling at them and your back arched off the bed as he whispered, “Oh my God, you taste so fucking good baby,” against your pussy.

Mickey’s mouth moved back to your clit, nipping at it gently before taking it back between his lips to suck at it harshly, fingers finding their way to your cunt as he forced them inside knuckle deep, twisting and curling them against the perfect spot as the sound of you gasping and moaning his name like a prayer sounded like music to his ears. He would usually edge you, deny you, making you beg for it, but as you gasped out, “Please, please Mickey, oh my fucking God, please,” Over and over again like a prayer, he couldn’t help but indulge you. This was for you, after all. He couldn’t stand seeing you in this kind of pain.

His eyes flickered open, looking at your face that was staring down at him, wide eyed and desperate as your leaking cunt twitched around his fingers and your clit throbbed between his lips and he winked, a short nod of his head, pulling back for only a second to tell you to, “Fucking do it now,” and you were cumming on his fingers, unable to even try and be quiet as your back arched further off the bed, pushing yourself down greedily onto his fingers and face as you came, hard.

He didn’t waste a drop, fingers leaving your pussy in order for his tongue to delve back inside of you, curling and licking to taste the mixture of metallic blood and your arousal, the combination nothing short of euphoric for him. You finally finished, whimpering his name as your cunt flexed around his tongue.

He continued to gently lick over your twitching pussy, saying softly under his breath, “Mm, fuck it just keeps on coming, doesn’t it?” His tongue darting out and swiping across his lips. He pulled his head from between your legs, sitting on his knees as he leaned forward, arms circling your waist as he pulled you up so your ass rested on his thighs. Your chest was heaving as you panted softly from the high of your orgasm when you felt him move you, your head weakly lifting from the pillow to look at him properly.

God, he looked so good. His face was almost completely stained red, eyes dark and enticing as he looked admiringly down at your blood coated cunt as though he couldn’t look away. “So pretty.” He said softly, fingers still toying with you. You were unsure of if he was saying it to you or himself but you mumbled, “Thanks,” to him and his eyes dragged away wistfully to look at you as he asked, “You feel better?”

You thought for a second before nodding, realising the pulsing ache had been somewhat subdued for the moment and you sighed in relief, feeling pain free for the first time in two days. “God, thank you.”

A wide and cocky smile which reeked of, “I told you so,” took over his face that made your pussy automatically flutter as you saw his teeth stained with your blood, “Oh, anytime.” He said, watching as your head fell back again against the pillow.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, eyeing the bloodstained panties curiously before glancing back at you to make sure you still weren’t looking at him before he snatched them up quickly, balling them up in his hands before he gently moved your weight off of him and stood up.

“Where are you going?” You asked, glancing at him with a small pout that made him laugh.

“Think we could both do with a bath, right?” He gestured to himself then to you and you looked down at your body, noticing that your thighs, stomach and bed sheets were completely covered in blood. God, you knew he was a messy eater but this was just next level. Mickey used your temporary distraction to slip your panties into his bag before walking toward you, his finger moving under your chin as he bent down so he was face level, “I’m gonna run us one, okay? We’ll see if there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better.”

You nodded before moving your head back quickly when he tried to kiss you, laughing nervously as he raised his eyebrows. “What, I can eat your bloody cunt but you can’t kiss me after I do it?” He sucked sharply at his teeth with a tut, shaking his head a little in what appeared to be disappointment, “Come on, how is that fair?”

He wasn’t wrong. You hesitated for a split second, long enough for Mickey to grab the back of your neck, pulling your face to his and forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you gasp in surprise as you tasted your own mixture of blood and arousal on his tongue. What surprised you was how much you loved it, whining a little as he pulled back, moving his fingers to your face to smear the quickly oxidising scarlet across your chin and cheeks, grinning triumphantly as he did so.

“Next time your cramps are bad, fucking tell me, okay? I want to be able to do this as often as I possibly can.” Mickey’s voice was assertive and serious for the first time since he’d walked in and his tone made you nod your head quickly in agreement. You weren’t going to say no if he wanted to do this.

“I promise.”

#what a selfless fucker eh? #the absolute freak #i fucking love him #I’m due on soon and I NEED THIS #if you’re on right now #here you fucking go #mickey altieri #mickey altieri smut #mickey altieri x you #mickey altieri x reader #period sex #slasher x reader

[angelgoeslewd]

Angel, hello, as you may have noticed I'm a slit for Wren and Landry so if i could request something with Wren Landry and Mickey like maybe a mission that requires the three of them or just play cards or maybe both like playing cards will talking about a mission, sorry if it's too loose just tell me and I'll try to add to it, thank you!

I was FEELING this one!!! the new dol update has me thirstin for Landry + Wren hardcore (and Whitney….. and Kylar…. but SHUSH.)

Wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be lewd or not so made it suggestive but open for more endings ;3 still an 18+ rating because of the game itself tho

enjoy!

⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI!, the use of the c-slur, lots of suggestive flirting, open ending, GN!Reader, lots of swearing

🌟 this work is being REWRITTEN! check back for the completion check ✅ and a new story with extra content!

ever since the new laws came into effect, your petty thievery seemed to have less and less… appeal.

your repeat offenses from before had your fingers too quick for any cops to actually gather hard evidence against you. there was nothing like the threat of being caught. would they put you in the stocks? would they punish you off the table? even their degradations did something to you that you couldn’t explain. the risk was high, even if the prize was mediocre. but Quinn was cracking down on the corrupt officials and honestly? it bored the hell out of you.

no longer was there a risk of any… hard justice. what little morals you had prevented you from diving too far into a life of true hard crime and the small acts of terror you did manage no longer paid off in terms of satisfaction. even messing with Whitney seemed more appealing than any small acts of crime around town now.

so here you sat, utterly bored out of your mind and tipsy off your ass (you might even be drunk out of sheer spite of Quinn himself, but you’d never admit that to anyone), the only patron allowed into the pub this early into the day. your sharp wit and constant theft had made you good friends with Landry, enough so that he rewarded you with access to the pub even when it was technically closed. sometimes it felt like he was the only man you felt really understood you.

(Robin was too innocent, Kylar idolized you too much, Whitney’s retribution had a weird tinge of softness now, and Sydney nagged too much about how you needed to change your character- too much too much toomuch.)

of course, even Landry’s understanding of you and what you desired was only an arm’s length, only reached so far under the surface that it was impossible to tell what you really wanted.

and that was your need. that never ending desire. the heat that pooled low in your stomach when you lifted something. endorphins swirling. how shaky your hands felt when they rushed through you, despite knowing your fingers were as calm and still as always.

you wished to be caught.

you wished to held against your will as you struggled and punished.

you wanted to see how his eyes somehow managed to sparkle and darken with absolute delight at your newest prize. you wished to be rewarded.

but… how could you even bring that up? the man was almost a decade older than you, if only that. how could he ever get that dark part of you? to see you in that sort of light, when you were eternally shrouded the dark cloud that loomed over this town.

it was why you were even here, at his place of business. bitterly loitering around for some sort of thrill. a cat, pacing endlessly at the rat’s nest, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

but Landry was no rat, however. and you were more of a lap cat playing tiger. you know this.

your face soured at the thought. ridiculous. your need was going too far this time, maybe due to the fact you no longer had any outlet. and with that, you raised your finger for another shot — whiskey to damper the dullness of what your every day life had become thanks to fucking Quinn and his idealistic political agenda.

“Hey, kid.”

You heard Landry’s call, and despite the little worm in your brain aching to ignore it, you raised your messy head from the bar’s countertop and stared at him in response. his hazel eyes looked concerned as he ran them over your face, most likely catching on the dark circles under your eyes; it was nothing more than a slight wrinkle of the forehead to indicate such, but you knew him well enough at this point to know his tells. he was worried. “Don’t ya think that’s enough? I mean… it’s still so early.”

your brow raised at the man, a scoff erupting from your throat. you pointedly ran your own eyes over him. typical bartender, thinking they knew what ails you, polishing a pint glass, but you knew what those rough hands were capable of. you had seen what passed through them and goddamn, you were fucking jealous of those musty old jewels. “You’re complaining about me spending money…? At your place of business? Who are you and what have you done with Landry, ‘he who doesn’t ask questions’?”

despite his concern, he barks a laugh, his face relaxing at your humor. Landry sets down the glass behind the counter and picks up another. “No,” he states, very simply, quickly turning the wet crystal in his toweled hand. “I’m complaining about your appearance.”

“Not fit to be seen in your be- bar?” you hiccup, hoping your inebriation hides the slip of your tongue.

“Not in the slightest.” His eyes flicker back up to you, taking in your state once again. “You just seem… off, yeah?”

You don’t really know what to say to him then; like him, everything with you costs a price. You both stare at each other for a moment, silent.

It’s a challenge.

It’s a game.

It’s the most thrilling experience you’ve had all day.

and you hate it. emotionally held hostage by the man you want have a clean slate with. but without payment, you weren’t budging. Bailey had at least taught you that resolve.

so like any brat would do, you spit back, “I asked for fucking whiskey.”

Landry rolls his eyes.

you once again find yourself in an empty bar, late this time, after everyone has been kicked out by the owner himself. everyone except for you. it’s almost like deja vu. your head slumped against the counter, Landry washes glasses yet again (how boring being a bartender must be, you think, no wonder he’s gotta get his rocks off with fencing.)

“Bailey’s gonna be worried.”

your head shoots up this time, a look of incredulous disbelief smeared across your features. “Bailey?” you ask, huffing a laugh. “Please. The man could not give less of a shit about any of us.”

Landry himself seems as calm as ever, not even bothering to look your way. but you don’t base anything off of that. you yourself do it all the time.

he shrugs, “He’s called a couple times, looking for ya.”

“He’s making sure I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere so he can properly balance his ledger,” you say bluntly, picking up your glass and taking a swig. your voice is raspy when you begin again, “Besides, if he cares so much, he can come look for me himself.”

“Don’t say that.”

you’ve looked away from Landry when you feel it. the tension that lines the air. the shift of the mood to something dark and heavy. it’s so sudden that you turn your head back to him; the water is running, but his hands are still in the sink as he gazes down into it. “I don’t like you thinking like that,” he says softly. you blink a couple of times, wondering where the hell this is coming from, open your mouth to reply, but you don’t get anything out before he starts again, “Look, something’s the matter with ya, and if you don’t want to tell me, fine. But that’s no reason to do- this-!” he gestures at you, haphazardly. “It bothers me seeing ya like this. You used come in here with a spring in your step and pawn off whatever goodies you’ve gotten those pretty little hands on, throw a few punches, then disappear like you got somewhere to be. So what’s going on? Boyfriend dump ya? School stressing you out? Fuckin’- get it off your chest or something, stop acting like a wet cat and-”

“I thought you didn’t want me to tell you. Thought you didn’t care.” The smirk on your face is there to piss him off. If one of your skills was spitting back at any blessings thrown at you, you’d be a master at it. And it works. Landry looks downright offended at you when-

when he laugh? he’s laughing. at you. your smirk turns into a pout.

“‘m sorry, doll,” he manages, “I didn’t- I’m not laughing at you- I- I just love that about ya. Always trust ya to be a little brat.”

“Yeah… well.” Landry continues to bubble with laughter, wiping away fake tears from his eyes.

“And- and as a side note, never said I didn’t care- just knew I had to push you a bit to find out more.”

“You are such a fucking asshole.”

“No wonder we work so well together, huh?” he says, a toothy smile growing wider by the second, “The cunt and the asshole. A perfect system.” Landry turns off the water, drying his hands and making his way to stand in front of you. there’s so much about this conversation you don’t want to dissect. an uncomfortable feeling of standing on ground that you don’t know will hold. why is he doing this to you? playing with your goddamn emotions, like he knows. he can’t fucking know, you’re sure of it. there’s no possible way. but the way he’s looking at you now. proud. that look in his eyes the same you saw when you got your hands on that microchip, but now he’s looking at you.

isn’t this what you wanted?

you don’t know.

“So… you gonna tell me? Or do I gotta buy you another drink?”

“You own the place. That doesn’t count.”

“You askin’ me out?”

you choke on your drink. fucker.

“Hey.”

you stare at your phone. after last time, you expected things to go back to being a little more normal between you and Landry. he got what he wanted. finally able to pull out your disillusion with life. yeah, you knew he could feel you were hiding more than you let on, but he didn’t push any farther than that, nodding while you spoke, letting you vent your grievances with Quinn and his stupid fucking town. it was kinda nice, to get it off your chest. but you were positive nothing would come about it. Landry was just a friend, you reminded yourself. a good friend.

“Who the hell said you could call me on this phone?”

Always up to your level, a crackling laugh came through the speaker. “I did,” he said. “Now listen- I think I got a way to cure that little bug of yours.”

You were intrigued. “Uh huh.”

“Come by the bar tomorrow. 8am. You were probably already plannin’ to but I want you there sharp, ‘kay?”

you showed up at 8:15.

“There they are!” Landry’s voice seem to echo across the bartop, booming through the empty pub as if through a speaker. He stood to greet you, with arms open as if expecting a hug. You begrudgingly gave him one.

“Why am I here.”

“Aren’t you usually?” it’s a unfamiliar, bored tone that has you looking over Landry’s shoulder, landing on a thin boy, who looks not much older than you, black roots that melting into wild electric blue hair, choppy and chin length. he’s wearing a black and grey hoodie, slumped back in a bar chair, thin fingers clasped around an equally blue drink. he looks at you, expressionless, and his eyes surprise you. they’re bright yellow. cat-like and gleaming. those lithe fingers raise the glass to his lips, sipping it, and coughing just as quickly. “Fuck- Landry! I fucking hate this shit, you know that!”

“Hey now,” comes the smooth purr of a unrecognizable voice. the owner was a man who’s face was obscured by a dark cowboy hat, tipped just so that his eyes were hidden from your gaze, he was draped over the chair, like a sweater that had been forgotten and sat casually enough to feel like such, easily blending in to his surroundings despite the bar being empty. he held a highball glass filled with golden liquid, swirling it around, making the metal accents of his outfit clink with every arm movement. “You be nice. Ol’ Landry’s already putting out with these free drinks, the promise of a fair game, and…” His hat suddenly lifted, his eyes piercing as he finally met your own. You felt very naked as they trailed down your body. “—some very nice company.”

You immediately turn to your hospitable host, whose arm is slung over your shoulder and hiss, “What the hell is this-!”

He just smiles, a bit apologetically, his eyes shifted away from you as he answers. Not a wonderful sign. “Just a… little get together. Some old friends-” A scoff erupted from the blue-haired boy, who still sipped on that god-awful colored drink.

“We’re gambling, darl’,” the cowboy stated, gesturing loosely at a stack of chips on the table.

Your eyebrows knitted as you blinked, mouth parted, but for once in your bratty life, you felt… speechless. The bar owner’s arm is slightly tensing and relaxing around your neck and that’s when you realize —

That’s when you turn to him, letting his arm drop between you two, and lower your eyes to the floor shyly —

Your voice, a whisper, to ensure the other two don’t hear, because you’re sure Landry wouldn’t like them catching onto this —

“You did this… for me…?”

Landry won’t look at you, his own gaze fixed onto the table as the cowboy reaches for the blue drink and the smaller man smacks his hand away. But his head gives a small tilt downwards, before it just as quickly tilts back up.

You don’t know what to say. He doesn’t either, judging by the way he sets and unsets his jaw.

“Come onnn,” The smaller one says, “Are you guys done whispering over there?” He fixes on you, “Done having daddy issues? Ready to get your ass kicked?”

The effect is immediate. “Yeah fucking right,” you bite back, moving to take the seat next to him. “You’re going to regret saying that when I bust your bank-!”

“I think he would rather you bust something else of his-”

“Shut the absolute HELL up, Wren! Like you weren’t undressing them 2 fucking seconds ago!”

Landry figures he should start the game before Mickey starts throwing stuff at Wren…

Again.

(But you fit in so perfectly. You look so at peace, content with this thrill of adrenaline that he really couldn’t ask for much more. Even if it costs him another set of glassware.)

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol mickey #mickey the hacker #landry the criminal #wren the smuggler #dol wren #dol landry #🍩 of dol #angelic songs #.SMS SENT

[py-dreamer]

SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)

Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.

How did they find you?

Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.

he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you

you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand

you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!

Your rat features:

I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!

You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail

You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most

Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth

Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents

"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"

Life with the SBI

it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle

All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up

Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.

Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room

Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)

I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.

You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.

Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)

When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before

He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-

When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.

He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong

He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.

Your relationship with Wilbur

he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot

it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'

in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along

While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD

He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care

when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both

rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not

Your relationship with Techno

when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-

don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on

it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy

though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.

you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger

Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.

it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.

when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)

like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing

Your relationship with Tommy

I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first

He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby

they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect

he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry

he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard

But then, one day:

You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:

"Hey are you a doll?"

A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.

"You're a very weird doll"

The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.

"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"

The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over

A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks

"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"

She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.

"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes

"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"

He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.

Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.

it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.

Life in the smp

you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother

by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well

you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?

You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could

During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.

L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.

Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?

Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob

You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.

With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.

Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.

You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.

Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.

You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.

Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'

After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.

You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms

You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.

Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.

When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.

Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.

He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.

Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.

Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.

(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)

#dream smp x reader #gn!reader #platonic!sbi x reader #dadza #light angst #fluff #dsmp x platonic reader #sbi #rats of tumblr #mice #sbi family dynamic #dsmp #y/n #fanfic #mcyt #hurt/comfort #reader insert #found family #sbi x reader #sbi x you

[crestfallercanyon]

I don't think this is long enough to be a real fic, and it's also not polished as I wrote it in a notes app on a plane, but have a little gallavich ficlet:

Title: A Way to Keep the Nice Things Ship: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Content Warning: Mental Health, Bipolar Disorder, Hallucinations

Ian recognizes that he needs to take his meds, and maybe even book an appointment, solely based on what he sees when he walks into the kitchen that morning.

Still, he can’t help but stare.

Their apartment floor has little knots in the designing of the boards, trying to fake wood grain, knolls where if it were a tree — and if it were ever real — may have held a nest once. Ian has thought about that before, the potential creatures that could have called their cabinets or their floors home, has imagined it when he’s tired or high, always intrigued by the pattern and the choice to try to give the linoleum a life it never actually had.

That’s imagination. Ian can tell when he’s imagining things. Has a very active imagination — very helpful during sex — and it’s especially ramped up when he’s high.

This is different.

Inside one of the knolls this morning there is something blooming. Lush green and yellow moss spills out of the floor and sways in a breeze that doesn’t exist. A night sky exudes from it, a dark purple mist that floats just inches above the ground, thinking with impossibly tiny stars. The starts of blue flowers are budding in the darkness of the wood grain, the petals a pale blue that Ian decides are the start of stargazer lilies.

It’s beautiful. It’s mystic and wonderful and if he were a child he’d believe he was about to be chosen for some great adventure. If this were a storybook, he’d be Lucy in the coat closet on her way to Narnia. Except he is not a child, this is not something he’s imagining. If he reaches down, he could touch the moss and confirm it to his own senses, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t because he’s lucid enough to know this is not real. Worse than a mirage, this is a hallucination. It makes Ian sad, distantly, that something so pretty is such a warning sign. Not that unlike how venomous snakes are vivid in color, or how poisonous flowers try to draw the eye.

Mickey walks by him, headed for coffee, another solid reason this isn’t real. Mickey would notice something like this. Instead he asks, “Hey. Whatcha staring at?”

This is beautiful, and Ian’s the only one who can see it, and that in and of itself is the problem.

“Just thinking,” Ian lies. It’s not meant to be a permanent lie. He just doesn’t want to lose the sight of something like this so quickly.

Shuffling footsteps, the sound of poured coffee. The misty galaxy above the ground swirls up, mimicking the twister that’s surely in Mickey’s coffee cup. Then the strong scent of coffee is filling his nose, and Mickey is right next to him, holding a cup for him.

“Ian,” Mickey starts, already in that firm tone of hey, do not bullshit me, which Ian doesn’t mean to, he swears. “What are you staring at?”

“Can you get me my meds?” Ian asks, not taking his eyes off the little world in the floor. “I haven’t taken ‘em yet this morning.”

Time, which already stretches and shrinks like a weak rubber band in the dark morning anyway, is particularly hard to track when Ian’s off like this, because he swears it’s two seconds before Mickey’s back and shoving a piece of toast in his mouth. When Ian obediently chews — because he is listening Mick, okay, he swears — Mickey also holds up his pills and water.

“Would you look at me for a second?” Mickey’s voice is no longer in the firm tone, but is a little wary, and a little small, and Ian picks up his head immediately.

Ian smiles at him. Gulps down his pills, wraps an arm around Mickey, and with his water wet mouth he kisses Mickey right on his temple. “Mornin’”

Mickey smiles back, but his eyebrows are furrowed. “Where’ve you been this morning?”

Ian looks down. The little greenery is still on the floor. Meds don’t work that fast.

“Sometimes… sometimes I hate that I have to take my meds.” That sentiment has every alarm in Mickey’s body ringing, Ian knows, so he grabs him tight to assure him. “Not like that. It’s just — sometimes, what I see is nice. It’s actually nice and good a thing I get to have that no one else gets to see. But I have to stop it, because — because it’s not right.” Ian blinks, looks around, and Mickey hands him his coffee. Ian hugs him tight again. “Am I making any sense?”

Mickey considers. Nods, though it’s not all that confident, but he understands well enough. “What have you been looking at?”

Ian grimaces. “Not sure it’s your kind of thing. But it was nice.”

“C’mon. Tell me.”

“I don’t want to worry you.”

“Not worried.” Mickey puts his hand in Ian’s hair. “Want to hear it. Not just the bad shit, though you know I want hear that, too. But just, if it’s nice, then I want to know that stuff, too.”

Ian hums. Takes a sip of his coffee.

Then he decides, why not? Of all the stuff they’ve had to hear from each other and their families over the year, this is hardly the thing that’s going to send Mickey running.

Ian looks down and starts to detail it. Gets really specific, because if Mickey wants to know, then Ian’s going to try to help him see it too. It must take some time, because Mickey hops up on the back of their couch and is almost done with his cup by the time Ian’s finished. Ian’s own cup is a little cold and could use about twenty seconds in the microwave.

He looks at Mickey, and isn’t sure what he’s going to find. Finds himself grinning when he sees the fond smile that’s on Mick’s face.

“So, yeah. That’s all.”

“Sounds nice, Red.”

“Yeah.”

Ian isn’t sure what to say anymore. Is weirdly embarrassed to be so enthralled by something like this. Something that is not even real. Mick’s probably able to tell that Ian’s squeamish about it, because he doesn’t say anything more. Simply drops off the back of the couch and walks up to him. Pats his cheek.

“Let’s get ready to go, eh?”

_____

It’s not until a few days later that it’s brought up again, and it’s not even direct. A journal that Ian was given by a counselor maybe a year ago that was meant for him to get into journaling and he never could, is set out on the nightstand.

“Where’d you find this?” Ian asks.

There’s a moment where he thinks Mickey is going to act like he wasn’t the one who pulled it out. However, there’s only two of ‘em in this place, so it had to be, so he gives it up before he even begins.

“Thought you could write the nice shit down,” he says, trying to sound casual, but Ian knows how much he’s been turning this over in his head. “Or whatever you want. But that way it doesn’t totally go away. Since, y’know, you don’t like that you have to lose that kind of thing.” Mickey shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but Ian’s eyes are bugging out of his head. “Know Franny would love hearin’ about what you see. Debbie says she can’t read the kid enough fairytales.”

Ian blinks at him. His heart aches in a soft way, over ripened fruit, overwhelmed by sweetness.

He walks over to Mickey with his arms open. “C’mere.”

“Oh, don't go gettin' all doe-eyed—”

“Hug me, asshole.”

Mickey scoffs, wraps one arm around him, but when Ian drapes himself all over him, Mickey laughs and wraps both arms around him. Ian nuzzles into his neck. “Thanks for watchin’ out for me,” he mumbles.

Mickey’s hand buries into Ian’s hair, and Ian sighs. “‘Course. You’re my husband.”

#ficlet #my ficlet #gallavich #shameless (us) #ian gallagher/mickey milkovich #hallucinations #bipolar disorder #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #domestic bitches

[the-rat-wins]

Does this frog make you feel calm?! Or perhaps like you have been mildly poisoned with henbane?

Please enjoy these extra notes regarding things that appear in my Shameless Big Bang fic Last Night at the Verona Grand Hotel, in order of appearance. Also now listed in the work endnotes on AO3 (but without the pictures).

This post contains lots of spoilers for the fic.

The train that Mickey takes from Chicago to Los Angeles is an Amtrak route called the Southwest Chief.

Mickey reads Treasure Island as a reference to Loftec’s fic Take this waltz.

The green popsicle is Melona.

I went for fictionalized geography around where exactly the hotel is, but the descriptions of the view on the drive up are based on pictures of Los Liones Trail.

The Verona Grand is, of course, inspired by the early years of the Chateau Marmont, but also crossed with a creepy old hotel I’ve stayed at in Colorado. The name is a reference to the setting of Romeo and Juliet plus the Neptune Grand from Veronica Mars (for that sunshine noir energy).

The Mark of Zorro (1920): Full disclaimer, unlike Mickey, I didn’t watch the whole thing (I didn’t have the good incentive of looking for my crush), but the moments I referenced are here and here.

(About ten years ago, I went to an outdoor movie screening that had been advertised as The Mask of Zorro but turned out to be The Mark of Zorro; after about 30 minutes, we all gave up and went home. Sorry, Douglas Fairbanks! We wanted Antonio.)

Hunter’s name is a reference to 1950s actor Tab Hunter, who came out as gay in 2005. (One of his long-term relationships was with Anthony Perkins of Psycho fame, after they met at the Chateau Marmont.)

KY Jelly has been around since the early 1900s (!). Here’s some of the vintage packaging. We’ll just assume Mickey was distracted and didn’t look too closely at the tube (or thought it was pretentiously packaged hipster lube; thanks for that idea, Deanna!).

Mickey calls Davie “Nurse Ratched” as a reference to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest; the actress who played her in the original movie, Louise Fletcher, played Frank’s mother in season 2 of Shameless.

Nerve pills: These are fictionalized (I don’t know how well they worked or what they tasted like; probably not nice!) but they’re based on Carter’s Little Nervine Pills, the active ingredient of which was extract of hyoscyamus, which (if my Googling is correct) is henbane. Henbane is quite toxic and can cause hallucinations. It was commonly associated with witchcraft, since ointment made with it could cause people to see things and feel like they were flying. Never change, early 20th century medicine.

Another one of the compounds in henbane is scopolamine, which can be used to treat motion sickness. This worked well for my purposes because I had decided that the sickness Ian and Mickey experience when they stay in the wrong time is a cousin to motion sickness (if traveling through space too fast can make you feel sick, why not traveling through time?).

The concept of quantum entanglement is the other one in my mind when I think about what “connects” them each to their own time, but don’t ask me any follow-up questions on that, because honestly I’m not great at physics and I don’t totally understand it. Storytelling-wise, I just like the idea of things being connected to each other on a submolecular level. I refer to this in Two of Your Earth Minutes, as well, for the same reason.

Mickey also makes a reference to the idea of the observer effect. (Lotta quantum mechanics in this dang ghost story!!)

The new movie Ian is going to audition for is A Woman of Paris, directed by Charlie Chaplin.

I think he would have gotten it, don't you?

#last night at the verona grand hotel #shameless big bang #my fic

[suzy-queued]

Gallacrafts! Big fic energy.

I made Witch Mickey's hut from Belladonna by devovitsuasartes.

Detail pics beneath the cut!

A wyvern egg sits in a nest on Mickey's table. A page from Mandy's bestiary hangs on the wall.

Grumpy toad Ian has a leather strap and amulet around his neck, binding him to Mickey.

A few making of images!

@gallacrafts

#gallacrafts #big fic energy #gallavich #ian x mickey #theme 19 #belladonna

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found.

Yennefer has no clue how Geralt always ends up getting into odd situations when he's around Jaskier

The Witcher is usually so serious and disciplined, always on guard and watching so he's ready for any threat.

He is usually the responsible one, especially with Ciri.

But for some reason, when he's around Jaskier, Yennefer notices Geralt just kind of ...loses all his braincells.

Losing his braincells is normal for Jaskier, because sometimes Yen is convinced he never had any to begin with.

She wonders what is going on in their heads.

They are just living examples of Why Women Live Longer Than Men

Geralt and Jaskier haved jumped off the roof onto a trampoline. Geralt had been more concerned with the dent he'd put in the side of Roach than with his broken wrist.

They tried to see how many of various food items they could stuff in their mouths.

Run around the house wearing dinosaur masks, and if any mail or food delivery service knocks, they are greeted by two grown men in dinosaur masks, making hissing and roaring sounds.

Drank a big glass of water on an empty stomach so they could wiggle around to hear it slosh.

Tried to slide down the stairs in laundry baskets

Jaskier came home soaking wet because he took his motorcycle through the automated car wash while Geralt recorded it.

All the 'I bet you can't...' games that always ended with minor injuries.

Dared each other to eat random things they found while on hunts or outside, like slime, goo, viscous fluids, pasty goops, bugs, etc.

Made a swimming pool in the livingroom with the two couches and a tarp, filled it with orbeez, and stayed in there all afternoon watching tv and eating pizza rolls. Yennefer had made them find every last orbee after the 'pool' burst and flooded the livingroom thousands of little balls.

Giant Sticky Hand fights

Almost got arrested because Geralt and Lambert had seen Jaskier walking, pulled over, and shoved him into the van. People thought they were witnessing a kidnapping.

Naked Nerf Gun War. It hadn't ended well.

Hover board races in spite of the fact that neither of them had ever been on a hover board.

Have spent an entire day doing the Sprite Challenge. It ended only because Geralt made a sound like a dying humpback whale and they laughed so hard they both vomited.

Made horrifying concotions of various foods and liquids, then had a competition to see was brave enough to drink it.

Tried to epilate their leg hair because "how hard could it be?" The screams... The neighbors had called the police thinking someone was being murdered.

Invited Eskel, Lambert, and Coen over, then sat in a circle, took a mouthful of water and slapped each other in the face with a tortilla. The first one to spit their water out lost.

Made flamethrowers with cans of Yennefer's hairspray and lighters and chased eachother through the house. Yennefer had not been happy.

Spent almost and hour trying to see who could make the loudest, grossest sounding fart noise with their hands or insides of their elbows.

Tried to jump on the bed hard enough to make the other bounce off

Tried to see how many times Geralt could get kicked in the balls before he couldn't get back up.

Streaked down the street in broad daylight, and then couldn't get in the house because Lambert had locked them out.

Have to poke/throw firecrackers/try to burn every wasp, hornet, and ant nest they find. Jaskier's left hand had looked like a Mickey Mouse hand and he couldn't play his guitar for several days after he got stung by a "big a** motherf***ing hornet."

Then there was the time Jaskier somehow convinced Geralt to try on a pair of Yennefer's yoga pants.

How Geralt had even managed to get into them was a mystery. Yennefer had to admit that she was impressed with how well the yoga pants had held up. She couldn't even be mad.

And of course she had taken a picture.

Now every time Geralt calls her, that picture of him pops up on the screen.

And it's not even the full picture of Geralt. It's been cropped down to where it's just Geralt's a** in those gray yoga pants.

#the witcher #the witcher headcanon #geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #geraskier #yennskier #yenskier #yenneskier #yennaskier #geraskifer #the witcher modern au #twn #the witcher netflix #geraskefer #error 404 headcanon #error 404 brain not found headcanon #brain not found headcanon

[imikhailotakeyouian]

Gallavich Fawn!AU story+art

Hello, beautiful people!

So, I did a thing :’D since I really enjoyed making the art I posted yesterday I tried the same style drawing Ian as a fawn.

And I loved it.

So I made Mickey too.

It didn’t come out as cute as Ian, but overall it’s not bad.

So I’m posting it -and I wrote something for it.

Could this be the first chapter of a new fanfic? Let me know if you like it!

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Ian doesn’t know much about life outside the Autumn Forest.

He is a simple fawn. He wakes up in the morning and leaves his nest one hoof at a time, he eats an apple and leaves his cozy cottage to go to the river and fetch some fresh water. He meets with other fawns for a chat, sometimes they run in the valley. He makes some mushroom soup for dinner and goes to sleep.

And repeat.

Nothing different ever happens.

Not that he is expecting something different. Not that he looks for it.

Until one morning, on his way to the river, he hears a grunt. And it’s not an animal grunt, he comes from a fawn. He startles right away, and panics almost. Is one of his friends injured?

He follows that noise until he reaches the source and he stops abruptly.

It is a fawn.

But it’s nothing he has ever seen before.

The colors.

The colors are wrong. Or right?

Fawns from the Autumn Forest all have earthy colors, like himself.

But this fawn is different -he has shiny black fur with shades of dark grey and dark freckles all over his torso and his face. And -oh, his face. The skin under the fur and the freckles is so white and, more than anything, his eyes are bluer than the brightest summer sky.

Ian has never seen something more beautiful in his life.

But he is definitely not from the Autumn Forest -his colors scream Winter.

The thing is, fawns usually don’t leave their forests. It’s to avoid, other than humans, also possible fights and war. Something happened in ancient times, Ian doesn’t really care about it now.

When the Winter fawn notices him, he is rewarded with the meanest pair of grumpy eyes ever -he is almost hilarious.

They don’t speak yet; they are just studying each other. After all, if fawns don’t usually trespass on other forests, there is a reason. So, why this Winter fawn is in the Autumn Forest?

That’s when Ian notices a wound on the fawn’s left side and he suddenly remembers the grunt and what led him there to begin with.

So, he moves, finally, approaching the Winter fawn slowly but with a confident smile -he doesn’t want to spook him, but he also wants to clarify that he is there to help him.

Instinctively, the Winter fawn scoots back on the ground holding his left side -he seems ready to fight as much as possible, his hoofs seem ready to kick at any second.

“I just want to help you,” says Ian, kneeling one meter away from the Winter fawn.

The Winter fawn doesn’t speak yet, but he is studying Ian’s expression.

“Fawns don’t kill fawns,” offers Ian, scooting a bit closer.

“Who do you think hurt me?” grunts the Winter fawn, scooting back the same distance that Ian gained a few seconds ago.

Ian is taken aback from that information -he would have bet a human hunter had done that. “One from the Autumn Forest?”

The Winter fawn rolls his eyes. “No.”

Ian’s smile is warm and makes the Winter fawn blush lightly. “I swear on my antlers that I don’t want to hurt you.”

Another eye-roll, but the Winter fawn’s cheeks are still pink. He has to admit that the Autumn fawn is goddamn cute. “Your nest is close?”

Ian nods eagerly and offers his right hand to help him up. “My name is Ian.”

The Winter fawn considers it for a few seconds, then he accepts Ian’s help to get on his hoofs. “Mickey.”

Ian smiles sweetly and keeps Mickey’s hand in his when he starts walking back to his cottage. “I know herbs, I can help you with that-“

“Do you have to hold my hand? I’m not a young calf,” interrupts Mickey, staying just one step behind Ian.

Ian chuckles lightly. “It’s to comfort you.”

“Comfort me?”

“Sure, you are injured and in a forest you do not know.”

Mickey sighs dramatically but doesn’t tear his hand away. He takes advantage of his position to check Ian’s fur, especially his ears -they look so soft. Mickey had never looked at another fawn and thought about how soft their fur might be, so saying that he is confused and fascinated is an understatement.

He doesn’t even realize that they are at Ian’s nest -well, cottage. Autumn Fawns do live a good life apparently- so when Ian stops, Mickey almost crashes into his back.

Ian quickly reaches out and wraps his arm around Mickey’s waist, right where the black fur starts covering his lower body. “Hey, you alright?”

Mickey blushes again and kicks his right hoof on the ground. “Yeah, yeah. This your nest?”

“My home, yes.”

“Seems nice.”

Ian smiles and delicately pushes Mickey towards the cottage. “Wait to see inside.”

Ian wasn’t joking -when Mickey steps inside the cottage, he can’t believe his eyes. The place is beautiful, carefully ornated inch by inch with devotion, a lovely mix of cottagecore and forestcore style with utensils and decorations both handmade by fawns and of human manufacture -Mickey will have to ask how Ian found those items.

“I- I did not expect this,” admits Mickey -his wound momentarily forgotten.

“How’s your home back in your forest?” asks Ian, while reaching a cabinet full of herbs.

Mickey thinks of his nest -it’s more of a foxhole that he can dig again anywhere else in case of need. Sometimes it’s a cave, or if he’s lucky, maybe a lair abandoned by another fawn. He has no possessions whatsoever. “Not like this.”

Ian grabs a mortar where he starts to mush the herbs. “Wanna talk about it?”

Mickey considers it. Would Ian be spooked by his life and kick him out? Or would he understand and offer him temporary shelter?

Ian looks back at him with a curious look along with a cute smile. And Mickey doesn’t know why, but he feels like he can trust him.

“Sure.”

#let me know if you like the art and the story! #yeah i know apparently i am in a mood for hybrids lately ahahah #fawn!gallavich AU #fawn!ian #fawn!mickey #my art #my writing #new AU? #gallavich

[aftg-sunsetz]

AFTG Playlist (in no particular order) PART 1

SPOILERS AHEAD 

(I was bored so I decided to create a playlist for the AFTG series and their characters. From depression to calm to party etc. I will still write fitting scenes to it (if I have one). I’m always looking for songs to add to my AFTG playlist. Maybe you find a fitting gem

1. Run Boy Run - Woodkid (of course)

2. The Dreamer - Amigo the Devil (The King’s Men chapter 12 the scene between Neil and Andrew, (I read it in public with the song and almost had a breakdown))

3. Little Dark Age - MGMT (TKM after the kidnapping and Neil is on his way from the hospital to the hotel to meet the foxes)

4. Roslyn - Bon Iver (TKM page 353 Neil wants the answer to “This”)

5. You really got me - Oingo Boingo (while they get ready for Edens, especially in TFC)

6. What could have been - Sting (Neil gets kidnapped)

7. 9 Crimes - Damien Rice (either while this one specific scene in TRK (Thanksgiving by Nicky), or while Neil is on his way to the Nest and Andrew is at the psych ward)

8. I’m not human at all - Sleep Party People (TRK Neil gets back from the Nest and calls Wymack to get him from the airport)

9. Welcome to the Jungle - Novo Armor (the first roof scene between Neil and Andrew after he is off his medication)

10. Tear you apart - She wants Revenge (TFC the first time the monsters and Neil are at Edens)

11. Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers (TKM after Neil got kidnapped and Andrew strangled Kevin, I just imagine him sitting there, staring off into the distance and grieving)

or

Ohne Dich - Rammstein

12. I hope that you think of me - Pity Party Girls Club (either the team on its way to a game or in TKM when the team takes the vacation after the kidnapping events)

13. Telephones - Vacations (pure vibes)

15. Mount Everst - Labrinth (while the Foxes play a game or while Neil antagonizes someone lmao)

16. Party up The Street - Miley Cyrus (big vibe)

17. Nutshell - Alice in Chains (that’s either a rooftop scene in TKM or the bus scenes on a way to a game, big feelings)

18. Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead (maybe the shower scene in TKM or the Foxes sleeping in a room together :) )

19. God Complex - VIOLENT VIRA (either while Neil gets tortured at the Nest or in the car in TKM or at Baltimore)

20. Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain (Happy 19th Birthday, jr.) That’s literally my favorite fitting, not gonna lie

21. Freaks - Surf Curse (the foxes)

22. Money trees - Kendrick Lamar (Matt and Seth)

23. Swimming Pools - Kendrick Lamar (the Foxes walking into the stadium and playing a game (maybe against the Ravens?))

24. Me and your mama - Childish Gambino (while Allison and Seth have like an on and off montage)

25.Redbone - Childish Gambino (Neil and Andrew making out (remember the scene while Neil tried to study and Andrew was bored...))

26. God knows I’ve tried - Kelsy Karter & The Heroines (the foxes ->

“I've been smokin', drinkin', lyin', cheatin' I've overpromised, but underachieved And I usually ain't afraid of nothing But saying this out loud terrifies me I've been breakin' hearts, stealin' cars Takin' shit to walk on Mars To never say sorry don't mean I'm not sorry Baby, I'm sorry, oh, baby, I'm sorry I'm sorry for the pain I've caused For all the moments I've gone and lost Don't you know I've tried to be good? ”)

27. The Wisp Sings - Winter Aid (Neil in the plane on his way to the Nest)

28. Overcome - Skott (kinda a Kevin song)

29. Alligator Skin Boots - McCafferty (the conflict between Andrew and Aaron, especially an Aaron song) my second favorite fitting

30. The Night We Met -  Lord Huron (Neil leaving his belongings behind and the foxes, Andrew, Home and follows Lola)

31. Hey, Mickey - Baby Tate (Kevin when he is in public lmao or the first time he meets Neil in Millport, when he gets introduced)

32. Energy - Beyonce (that’s Nicky for sure)

33. That That (feat. SUGA of BTS) - Psy (the Trojans, maybe they start to get warmed up first and the Foxes watch them)

34. Y’all Want a Single - Korn (Neil when he has press duty lmao)

35. Afraid to Feel - LF SYSTEM (the Foxes training at the gym)

36. Move Like U Stole It - ZZ Ward (Dancing at Edens)

37. Stop it - FISHER (getting cracker dust and eating ice cream)

Songs fitting for:

Allison, Dan and Renee: - Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill (when they get introduced, especially fitting for Allison) - Violet - Hole  - Cherry Bomb - The Runaways (also, especially Allison (just love this girl)) - You call me a bitch like it’s a bad thing - Halestorm (Allison and Dan) - Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythymics (has a Dan vibe tbh) - transparentsoul - WILLOW (that’s a Renee song) - Mood 4 Ever - Beyonce 

Andrew: - This body means nothing to me - Shrimp - Mutter - Rammstein (Mother) - Was ich liebe - Rammstein (What I love) - Next to me - Imagine Dragons - Snuff - Slipknot - Medicine - Daughter

#aftg #allforthegame #kevinday #neiljosten #andrewminyard #aaronminyard #nickyhemmick #davidwymack #reneewalker #allisonreynolds #danwilds #mattboyd #sethgordon #aftgau #aftg trilogy #aftgplaylist #playlist #allforthegameplaylist

[rjalker]

Mickey Mouse may not be public domain yet, but this machine-gun weilding mousefrom "Great Guns" (1927) is!

[ID: A screenshot from a black and white cartoon, showing a cartoon mouse in a bird's nest in a tree that is marked with a wooden sign that reads, "Machine gun nest". The mouse has long rounded ears, a white face with a pointed nose, and white pants, with a long thin tail, and is perched on top of a large machine gun, directing the barrel to the side. End ID.]

GIF version:

[ID: The same scene as described above, now with the mouse moving the barrel of the gun from side to side, spraying bullets all the while. End ID.]

#described images #public domain characters #public domain cartoons

[mygaynessissimp]

Let me just, these are rps I've made.

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Offical Invite

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☢️ Hello, lonesome travelers.

You seem like your tired of travelling, let me help you inside of my house, don't mind the gatorclaw, thats my pet. Oh you're more worried about my peepaw? That's Peepaw Six Cylinder! He's not harmful at all. Just join us in our crazy apocalyptic world! Where you'll meet a mutated mickey mouse!

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Welcome to Site-19, you'll be faced with dangers alongside many anomalies that may eat you if you even get close towards them while if you try to shoot Scp-???, You just fed yourself to an anomaly. Please desire becoming one of the guards who probably need a pay raise or anything you desire.

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The Nest, once a beautiful place where bugs could live in harmony. It has come down living in discord and chaos within The Nest especially since there's enemies on the loose that'll kill a prey item.

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Here's a delivery! You've been welcomed

into a beloved company! Hoping you'll be

able to find things to sell on these death

traps! It's a hard ass job but you'll belong!

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#multifandom rp #discord rp #oc rp #fallout rp #scp rp #the nest #lethal company #lethal company rp

[criscura]

reading ur knives tags like the morning paper i LOVE reading ur thoughts so true im nodding and shaking ur hand

IT'S A LOT there was a fuckin LOT going on in that scene and just. I mean knives was.,.... After his intro it was very hard to stop seeing him as the phantom of the opera, which made it tough to consider him truly intimidating for obvious reasons ((but DAMN if that doesn't also fit the narrative a little ;;))

Anywho I never thought he was really happy, even WHEN he had Vash, except for when they were kids

In The Watchers the main villain is this chimera made as an experimental weapon, and it was raised in a government lab alongside a really smart golden retriever intended to gather intel, before they both escape. You're following the guy who took in the dog while the creature (the outsider) hunts it down, cause it hates it. The outsider has this thing with people's eyes and it'll scratch them out every time it runs into someone, even if it's just a picture, which you find out when they find one of its little nests full of wrecked magazines and newspapers. In there are also pretty baubles it stole off lawns and from houses after it killed the people inside. You find out that, even though they were made in the same lab, everyone loved the golden since it was so cute but they were terrified of the outsider cause it was scary and ugly. It hated the golden and wanted to kill it out of jealousy, and scratches out everyone's eyes now so they can't see what it looks like anymore. You also find out that the only time they were both happy together was when they were watching Mickey Mouse cartoons. One of the baubles kept in its nest was a little Mickey toy, because it was the only happy memory it had when it was being raised.

Nai feels like that--he's not happy, he's never going to be happy again, and no one will ever love him the way they (and he) love Vash, not even Vash himself--but he's chasing the ghost of happiness by absolutely fucking insisting on the realization of the dream he made as a kid *when* he was happy because that's the best chance at an approximation of future happiness he's got. And anyway, if he can get Vash in on it, it's almost like that's confirming nai's belief that they were happy together and loved each other, because it's validating the vision of the much younger version of himself that he still wants to cling to

#there was some stuff about the newer season i didn't like #but MAN did it make vash and knives way more interesting and sympathetic than they came off before #and that was one of the only things i had trouble with for the other versions ;; #fuck nai is such a drama queen though #the cape? the SUIT???? #that's camp #the fucking organ #gosh #how much of this could we have avoided if they just got him involved in a drama club and taught him what D&D was #he needs an outlet and murder like #obviously isn't working out so great for him #Trigun

[ireallylovepuppies101]

Inky Mystery Audrey AU 2

PART TWO!!! :D 

The first part covered the beginning of how Audrey, Boris, and Bendy became a cute little found family, this part will cover the beginning of Inky Mystery, so beware of spoilers if you haven’t read the fic (I apologies if I get a few fic details wrong).

So to cover their day to day lives before the events of the fic threw their “normal lives” out the window, Every day Audrey and Boris would be the first ones up, Boris making Audrey her breakfast and brushing out her hair as they watch Mickey’s show. (Boris and Bendy aren’t exactly experts with brushing out long hair but they can at least keep Audrey’s hair from becoming a rats nest). Once Bendy’s up and ready for the day they all walk to Pete’s Garage together. Audrey keeping her head down and not addressing Pete whenever he has a problem with her and her brothers, mostly so she doesn’t get her brothers in trouble for glaring at the big mean man that unfortunately is the one that gives them their paychecks. Doesn’t stop her though from making faces at him when his back is turned.

While her brothers work, Audrey would sit at a small table to either work on the homework Bendy and Boris make her, draw, or read the library books she has. Knowing how important it is that she stays at the table where it’s safe and away from the dangerous machines in the car garage. Her brothers would check up on her randomly during the day and sit with her during their lunch break. Occasionally they call her over to teach her a few small things about cars or have her help change a tire.

At the end of the day, they go home, occasionally stop at Sasha’s club for dinner or at the library to pick out new books, Boris tucks her into bed, and Bendy has her help read a chapter of Felix’s book before she goes to sleep. Then they repeat the cycle the next day.

Until they meet Wilson the Owl.

Considering Bendy wasn’t thrilled with having him at their house, He'd keep himself firmly between Wilson and Audrey despite how Audrey would keep trying to look around him to stare at the strange owl man that’s going to be crashing on their couch. He’d even have Audrey sleep in his and Boris’s shared room since he would rather be safe than sorry, making it clear to their little sister that he doesn’t want her talking to Wilson at all.

So of course, the 6 (maybe 7) year old listens PERFECTLY to her oldest brother.

The next morning Audrey’s sitting at the table drawing while Boris makes breakfast. She’d be stealing glances at the owl but look away before they make eye contact. Wilson not minding as he glances around and sees all of Audrey’s drawings on the fridge. “Did you make all of these?”

Pausing from working on her newest drawing, Audrey would sheepishly speak up. “I’m not allowed to talk to you… But yeah.”

“I understand, I’ll leave you be so you don’t get in trouble. You’re a very talented young lady though.”

A minute of silence passes, only the sound of Boris cooking can be heard, until Audrey climbs out of her seat, peaks towards the bedrooms, before quickly going to the fridge, plucking a picture off of it, and holding it out to Wilson. “It’s a drawing of an owl. You can have it.”

Surprised by that, Wilson would look at Boris, who would nod to give him permission, before smiling gratefully and taking the picture while tucking it away in his pocket. “Thank you Audrey.”

Audrey smiles happily but quickly gets back to her seat when she hears a door open and shut and pretends nothing happened when Bendy comes into the kitchen for some coffee.

Later as the story progresses and Pete fires Bendy, Audrey would stay with Boris during the day so Bendy can work on job hunting. Thankfully not being there when Bendy sees Wilson die, but she’d scream for Boris when Bendy rushes to the garage with blood stained on his clothes. Boris quickly calms her down as he helps shaken up Bendy get cleaned up, before Bendy gently breaks the news that Wilson passed away. Giving Audrey back the picture she gave to Wilson.

She doesn’t ask why random parts of the paper were ripped off. (Bendy didn’t want her to see the blood that got on it). Though she does spend that night being comforted by her brothers as she grieves a bit for Wilson.

And that doesn’t even cover everything else that happens in the beginning!

Thankfully Audrey and Boris weren’t there when Pete’s garage was set on fire, but that was probably a sight for a child to behold when they got back and saw the flames, and then they have to deal with Pete’s garbage of him accusing Bendy, Boris, and even AUDREY for setting the place on fire.

Before Detective Ringtail and Featherworth can say anything, and even before Bendy and Boris can snap at their former boss, Audrey would give Pete the biggest ‘Are you stupid’ look a child can give before stating the obvious. “I’m 6 years old! I’m not even allowed to touch the stove!”

That being said though, they still end up going to the police station and head home rather late.

Bendy also having to tell Boris and Audrey he has the ink illness.

Audrey at first is confused, and starts to get nervous with how upset this clearly makes Boris. “But, you’ll get better right? We just have to take you to a doctor and you’ll get better, right?”

Lowering himself  so he’s at eye level with her, Bendy would put on a soft, yet sad, smile. “It’s a bit more complicated than that sis. We’ll go to Toontown to meet this doctor, but I’m not going to get better right away. It’s going to take a while, and it might get really scary sometimes. That’s why I need you to be as brave as you can be for Boris and I as we figure this out together, okay?”

Still nervous and confused, Audrey nods and promises she’ll be brave, getting a hug from Bendy before they continue on their way. After they all return to their broken into apartment, collect their belongings they want to take with them, and say goodbye to Sasha after staying the night at her place, the three siblings would head to the train station and get on the train heading to Warnerburg. Audrey and Boris practically glued to the window for a while watching the scenery pass by, and later Audrey snuggling close to Bendy and hugging his arm as he reads his new Felix book she and Boris got for him out loud.

Now to wrap this up, a few more funfacts!

-Audrey didn’t really have any friends in Sillyvision. Due to Bendy having a “reputation” in town, kids tended to stay away from her since she’s a demon like him, and the ones that didn’t would always tell her their parents said they’re not allowed to talk to her. Audrey always responded “Good job, you already failed at that.” She never really cared anyways, she was happy enough with her brothers.

- A few months after taking Audrey in, considering Bendy wasn’t old enough yet to try getting custody of Boris and Audrey, and they butted heads with the police in Sillyvision, at one point Audrey was taken to the orphanage when Boris and Bendy got into trouble with the cops over something petty and pointless. She did NOT like it there whatsoever. She thought the adults and kids were mean, and she hated how they talked badly about Bendy and Boris. She also really missed the two of them. So barely after a week, Audrey escaped by remembering the stories Bendy and Boris told her about their time at the orphanage.

-This would also be the first time Audrey referred to Bendy and Boris as her brothers. The two of them were shocked when Audrey came back and asked her why she didn't want to stay at the orphanage to try getting a family. Audrey just point blank said "I already have a family, because you're my brothers.". Boris being in TEARS as Bendy yanks all of them into a hug.

-Sasha was the only positive female figure Audrey had in Sillyvision. When not busy with work, Sasha would love to “kidnap” Audrey so they could play. Audrey would dress up in Sasha’s dresses and wear her jewelry while Sasha played with her hair. Audrey would always rush to her brothers to show off how fancy she looks, and always smile when Bendy and Boris tell her she looks very nice.

-Bendy and Boris both work together to be responsible guardians for their little sister, but Bendy tends to be the more responsible one while Boris is the "fun" one. Occasionally taking Audrey with him when he test drives the cars they fix in an empty lot, and letting her steer as she sits in his lap and as they go VERY slowly. Bendy being unaware of that last part for the longest time.

-Boris also taught Audrey how to do his pleading puppy eyes. It's not as effective as when he does it, but it still makes it incredibly hard for Bendy to say no to her. Bendy especially hates it when Audrey and Boris team up and both give him the pleading puppy eyes. Boris is very proud of her with how good she gets at that.

-Since Bendy has a potty mouth, he felt like a hypocrite trying to tell Audrey she wasn’t allowed to swear when he kept slipping up in front of her. So instead Bendy came up with a different rule. “You can only swear if you ask Boris or I for permission.”

-After Pete fired him, Audrey asked Bendy if she was allowed to swear at Pete. Boris has to elbow Bendy to get him to say no when he hesitates to answer.

-When they packed up to leave, Audrey made sure to pack the important stuff Bendy and Boris taught her to always grab when in a rush, as well as grabbing her rubber duck, notebook, and pencils.

-When saying goodbye to Sasha, she gave Audrey a box of crayons to take with her, buying the crayons earlier for her in case Bendy ever had to bring her to work with him after she hired him. Audrey gave her a big hug and thanked her a lot for the present. Promising to make her a big colorful picture she'll give to Sasha when they see each other again. 

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #au #my stuff #Bendy and the Ink Machine #audrey drew #quest bendy #quest boris #Inky Mystery Audrey AU #babitim

[very-sleepy-head]

Day 6: A/B/O dynamic

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Alpha!Ian and Omega!Mickey

Scenting, nesting and breeding.

Everyone knew not to treat Mickey Milkovich like an omega. He hated it. He hated soft things, cute things, being spoiled, viewed as weak. So, yeah, he would get mad any time someone treated him that way. If anyone has a problem with that, they should shut the fuck up.

He knew what they were saying behind his back, that he wasn't a "good omega." Whatever the hell that fucking meant.

It’s not like he wanted to be mated anyways.

Everything changed when he met his alpha. Suddenly, every omega craving made sense. Things he was roasting his sister for, were now his second nature.

Really, this was Ian’s fault.

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#ian x mickey #gallavich #my writing #shameless #gallavich fanfiction #Gallavich fic #fanfiction #ao3 #kinky advent calendar #kinkmas