#Why Does My Dog Smell Like Fish ...??

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im wondering why my living room stinks of wet dog and it's because the woman that lives above me has left her door wide open all day.....

#i have no peace anywhere.... my grandma's house annoys me and so does this place i cannot wait to get enough money to move out..... #the reason why this is happening is because where i live its just a house that was converted into apartments #so when somebody like. cooks fish i get the fish smell in my house too so im wondering why my apartment stinks of dog 😭

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Why Does My Dog Smell Like Fish ...??

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#Why Does My Dog Smell Like Fish ...??

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Training for Two: pt. 5

Simon Riley x Dogsitter!Reader

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Warnings: cursing, obsessive behaviour, pining, still pretty tame at the moment, a hint of angst?

A/N: Ugh I meant to post this sooner but work was kicking my butt - that and I'm a bit sleep deprived. I've got more in the works, though! Hope you all enjoy! PS Running out of gifs to use so I'm using fan art and OMG I am obsessed with it all!!!!!

art by @sleepyconfusedpotato

The drive back to Simon's house was quiet and dark. Price had turned on the radio, letting classic rock play quietly in the background. He tapped the steering wheel every so often, humming to whatever lyrics he could remember.

Simon sat in the passenger seat, staring at the cars ahead, occasionally glancing at the signs that whizzed by the truck. Each sign that brought him closer to home made him ache. He thought about his bed. He thought about Riley. And, of course, he thought about you. He knew you most likely wouldn't be there - it was after midnight. But he liked to imagine that you'd be waiting there, sitting on his couch with your book and mug of tea, Riley settled next to you, ready to greet him with your smile - the smile that he'd been thinking about in every stolen moment during the mission.

"Alright there, Simon?" Price cut through the silence, dragging Simon back to earth.

He cleared his throat. "Yes sir. Jus' ready to be back."

Price scoffed. He knew Simon didn't consider his house a home. If anything, it was a safe house between missions. "I'm sure Riley will be happy to see you."

"We'll see about that." Simon said with a chuckle. "This dog-sitter might've stolen her from me."

"Nah, she's yours. Been with 'er through it all." Price said as he turned into Simon's neighborhood. "I'm sure she enjoyed the company, though."

Simon grunted. "Seems like it." He said, remembering the picture you had sent him; the way Riley had cozied up to you, the way she seemed so docile and calm in your presence. He imagined you running your fingers through her fur, the perfect ratio of scratching to gentle pets. He wondered what it would feel like on his scalp...

A shiver ran down his spine. How does one become jealous of their own damn dog? It was ridiculous.

"Speaking of the dog-sitter..." Price said, "Johnny mentioned she's a real-"

"Whatever Johnny told you, you can disregard." Simon grumbled. "I told him not to worry 'bout it."

Price chuckled, which made Simon burn with frustration. "Touchy subject, eh?"

"There's nothing to discuss." He replied bitterly. Quite frankly, he didn't like the picture Soap had managed to paint of him. His entire team thought he was whipped by someone he had barely known. Despite it being entirely true, it was the complete opposite of the image he had built of himself - and he had a reputation to keep.

"Right." Price nodded. Simon could tell he didn't believe him, but as long as he didn't try to pester him anymore about it, Simon would take it as a win.

Price pulled into the driveway, and Simon immediately unbuckled. He reached into the back and grabbed his duffel bag, then yanked his door open and got out.

"Y' know this isn't over." Price said, right before Simon could close the door. "We most likely 'ave a week 'fore we get sent out again. Just don't get too comfortable 'ere."

"Never do." Simon replied, shouldering his bag. "I'll wait for your call."

Price nodded, sending Simon off with a wave. He watched as he closed the passenger door and walked up the path to his house, before pulling out of the driveway and heading towards his own home.

Simon sighed as he fished his keys from his pocket. He heard Riley barking on the other side of the door, and a small smile formed on his face. When he pushed it open, she immediately jumped on him, whining and sniffing him all over. He knew she could smell the others on him, and probably wondered why he didn't bring her this time.

"Hey, girl..." he said, yanking his balaclava off and kneeling down to ruffle her fur. "Sorry I's gone so long. Miss me?"

She stood her front paws on his knees and licked his face, still whining and swinging her tail rapidly.

"Yeah, missed you too." He chuckled. "D'ya have fun? Did she treat you right?"

Riley dropped down to the floor as Simon stood. She turned towards his duffel bag and began sniffing, eyes focused on the fabric as she took in all the new and familiar scents.

Simon sighed. "'Bout time for a proper cuppa." He said, making his way into the kitchen. Despite it nearing one in the morning, it would be a while before he was decompressed enough to fall asleep.

He reached into the cupboard for a mug, ignoring the way his back popped. When he placed the mug down and reached for a teabag, he saw a note on the counter. With a furrowed brow, he picked it up and read it.

Hello Simon!

Hope your deployment was fun good! Riley and I had a blast! She learned how to play dead - if you want to try it, just make sure to give her a biscuit for it (she's only had one today, and she was a bit bitter that I left before giving her a second one). Also, she's had her medicine for the day. I gave her last dose around 9 pm.

Can't wait to spend more time with her, but I'm sure she's happy to see her dad! Let me know when you need me next!

Have a nice evening!

P.S. I had to use your washing machine, I hope that was alright. I got a bit muddy trying to teach her the new trick.

He stared at the note for a good amount of time. His eyes wandered over your meticulously neat handwriting. He noticed how often you liked to use exclamation points - the same way you did in your texts and emails. It made him annoyed - but not with you. He was annoyed that he found it... adorable. He shouldn't. You were too bright and happy; your personality should burn him, not warm him up.

He tried to brush it off, blaming his obervant behaviour on the recent mission. Old habits die hard, he lied to himself.

"Riley, c'mere."

Upon hearing her name, Riley meandered into the kitchen and stopped in front of Simon. She sat on her hind legs and looked at him expectantly.

He looked back at her - he felt a bit silly, commanding a retired veteran dog to do simple party tricks. But, it sounded like you put a lot of effort into teaching her this - not to mention, you had somehow dirtied your clothes over it - so he decided to entertain the idea.

"Play dead." He said firmly.

Riley immediately flopped down onto her back, sticking her paws into the air. She even let her tongue hang out of her mouth to really sell the image.

He felt an immediate rush of pride. "Atta girl..." he praised, kneeling down and patting her affectionately. Despite all the annoyance he felt a moment ago, Simon couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto his face.

She twisted and sat up, snuffling and groaning as he rubbed her fur. She barked once, sharp and demanding.

"Yeah, yeah- suppose you deserve a biscuit, huh?" He stood up and grabbed the box of peanut butter and bacon treats, fishing one out and tossing it to Riley. She caught it perfectly, crunching it with an open mouth and licking her lips afterwards.

He watched her with a smile, his arms folded over his chest. Sure, tricks were dumb, something only glorified house pets did for small rewards. But he was impressed that Riley had so effortlessly followed a new command, especially after being out of work for so long. And he was warmed by the fact that, not only did you watch her, but you engaged with her. He was confident he'd found the perfect pet-sitter.

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After starting a load of laundry, Simon had taken a cold shower. He scrubbed his eyeblack off with nothing but his hands and the generic body wash from the corner store. He slathered some of his 3-in-one hair gel into his scalp, giving it no more than seven scrubs before rinsing it out. He stood there for a while, letting the water beat against his sore back as the details of the previous mission swarmed throughout his head. He picked apart what he could have done better, what had nearly gotten him killed, and what had probably saved his life.

His eyes flickered to the corner of the tub; there was a cluster of travel-sized bottles, labeled "face wash", "body butter", and so forth. He let himself imagine - who was he kidding, he had no control over his thoughts when it came to you - your body, standing under the stream of the shower. You probably liked hot showers, didn't you? You most likely stayed in there for an hour, going through your meticulous routine, lathering yourself in scented soaps and creams... you'd be appalled if you had seen the three-minute showers he takes, wouldn't you? Maybe you would pull him into your routine, once Simon did eventually get the balls to ask you out, despite how much the thought of being romantic with someone made him scoff. He'd let you wash his face, or shave his balls, or do whatever it is you would do to him.

He suddenly snapped out of his trance, realizing he was holding one of the bottles labeled "conditioner". His thumb was on the edge of the cap, ready to flip it open and take a whiff of the scent - but he quickly stopped himself. He put the bottle back with the rest, then splashed cold water over his face. Quit being a fuckin' creep... he thought.

After turning the shower off and drying himself with a towel, he went into his room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. He made his way back into the basement, patting Riley on the back as he passed her by the door. He pulled his laundry out and placed it on top of the washing machine, and opened the dryer. Just as he was getting ready to toss his clothes in, he noticed something hiding in the back of the barrel of the machine.

He reached in and pulled it out - it was your flannel. The same green-and-grey one you'd been wearing during your interview.

He paused for a moment, posture rigid as he held the fabric in the air. He wasn't quite sure what to do with it. It was just a flannel... but it was your flannel. He fought with his muscles, resisting the urge to bring it closer and inhale the scent - he tried to reason with himself. Maybe she used my soap, and it would just smell like my detergent. Nothin' special.

He dropped it on top of the dryer, still wrinkly and warm - but, strangely, that felt too rude. It's a fucking piece of clothing, for Christ's sake... he thought. Not her dead nan. He then attempted to hang it on the rack, but that felt too formal. He groaned, rubbing his eyes with irritation. How something so insignificant was causing him so much turmoil was beyond him.

He ended up bringing it back upstairs. Riley sniffed the fabric as he passed her - she thumped her tail eagerly on the floor as she smelled your scent. Once again, Simon was jealous of the dog being able to act so carefree with you - he knew for sure that if he tried sniffing your flannel, he would be a certified creep. Or, worse yet, he might not care, and wouldn't be able to stop himself.

He tossed it over the back of the couch, planning on forgetting you had ever even worn it. He dropped himself onto the cuhions with a groan. Riley immediately took her place in her bed, just a few feet away from him. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the telly, flicking through the channels until he found some action/drama that caught his interest. He watched it boredly, drowning himself and his thoughts in the drone of the movie.

Suddenly, Riley barked. Simon looked at her - his gaze was met with hers, mouth opening and tail thwapping against the wall.

"Hmm?"

She let out an impatient, garbled sound. She lowered her head to the edge of her bed, still looking at Simon.

He shrugged internally and looked back at the screen. He settled further into the cushions and let his eyes fall shut. He thought about maybe drifting off then and there - the din of the telly might help keep the nightmares at bay...

Riley barked again, making Simon jolt. He snapped his head towards her - she was standing at the foot of the couch, ears back and panting.

"Wha' d'you want?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

She barked again, shifting her weight from one paw to the other.

"Ya need to go out?" He asked. He stood from his seat, only for Riley to scamper back to her bed and plop down on it. She looked at him expectantly.

Simon huffed. "'M not following." He dropped down to the sofa again. Riley groaned, making a scene of dragging herself out of the bed again and walking over to Simon.

"Now, don't you go 'n start aga-"

She cut him off with a shrill yap.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. He knew it couldn't be time for her medication - you had just given her some at nine. But he was entirely stumped on what she was trying to communicate to him. Was she hungry? She wasn't usually, after she'd had dinner... did she want to play? But... she was acting like she wanted to go to bed.

"What are you on 'bout?" He asked, leaning down to ruffle her fur. She dodged his hand and backed up a bit, yowling out a frustrated sound.

He scoffed. "Fuckin' hell..." he mumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket. Only one way to fix this, he thought, as he tapped through his contacts, until he landed on yours.

He stared at the picture for a moment, familiarizing himself with the details he had spent so long ogling at: your smile, your damp hair, the curve of your cheekbones, the way you marked your spot in your book with your fingers-

Riley barked again, making Simon scowl.

"A'right- just hush." He ordered, sending her a stern glance as she shuffled back to her bed. He started the call - he felt unusually nervous, his gut twisting as he listened to each ring on the line. Maybe he really was whipped, he thought.

Eventually, the call picked up. His shoulders tensed as he heard shuffling on the other end of the line.

"... m... hello?"

Fuck. You sounded tired- no, you sounded like you were still asleep. He quickly pulled the phone away and checked the time; it was nearly two in the morning. Of course you'd been asleep.

"Uh... hey." He said, mentally cursing himself. "Shit, I, uh... didn't even consider you might be asleep."

"No..." You mumbled - were you even awake at all? "No, iz fine... yeah..."

Simon waited a moment, expecting you to say something else - but you didn't. Eventually, he heard the soft sounds of your breathing again.

"Hello?" He asked cautiously.

"Up... 'm up... what's up?"

Simon shifted in his seat, slightly ashamed that he hadn't put two and two together and ended up calling you so late. "Right- jus' a quick-"

Riley barked again, staring at Simon impatiently.

Simon covered the speaker to his phone and sent her a harsh glare. "Oi! 'M workin' on it, hush!"

Your sleepy giggle wafted through the phone and into Simon's ear. "Sweet baby..."

Simon's breath caught in his throat, and he coughed nervously. She means the dog, the fucking dog, you idiot.

"Uh, sorry- jus' got a question for ya."

"Hmm?"

"Well- she's acting a bit funny," he stared at Riley and held a cautioning hand up as she shifted her weight and whined, "she's runnin' around and yellin' at me. Keeps gettin' in 'er bed, then comin' back like- like she wants somethin'. I have no bloody idea. Just wonderin' if she was doin' this with you."

"Oh, yeah..." Simon could hear your smile through the phone, and he desperately tried to push the image of your tired face from his mind. "She wants her blanket."

Simon paused. "She- she's got her blanket."

"No- she wants you to tuck her in."

"She wha' now?"

You laughed again. "You need to tuck her in her bed. She's right under the air vent and she gets cold."

He looked back at Riley. She was now sitting down, mouth closed, as if agreeing with what you said. He scoffed, rising from the couch and shuffling towards her. She slowly thumped her tail as he approached.

"Never 'eard of a dog gettin' tucked in..." he grumbled. He grabbed the felt blanket behind her, swaddling it around her body. She groaned, slowly blinking at him in an appreciative manner.

"Ya spoiled, you hear me?" He said quietly, tucking the blanket in between her and the cushion of the bed. She sighed happily, completely unaware that he was insulting her. She licked his cheek when he bent down close enough, and he grumbled and wiped the spittle away.

You giggled in his ear - Christ, you've got to stop doing that, do you have any idea what it does to him? - as he sat back down on the sofa. "All better?" You asked.

"Seems t' be-" he replied, watching Riley as she settled into her cocoon, "ya turnin' her into a princess."

"Well, she is one." You quickly replied - Simon could hear you stretching your limbs, followed by a long exhale.

He wanted to talk to you all night. Hearing you prattle on was like a balm to his jagged mind. But he knew he couldn't. You were half asleep, after all.

"Well, tha's all I needed- oh, and you, uh..." he grabbed your flannel off the back of the sofa. "Y' left your flannel here."

"I did?"

"Yeah. The green one."

"Oh, bullocks, I knew I-"

"Who are you talking to at this hour?"

Simon felt his heart stop when he heard the other voice. It had hit him like a train, flooding his veins with adrenaline. His brain went into overdrive, thinking of the worst possible scenario. Break in? Crazy stalker? Murderous ex? "Y' aright, love?"

"Simon." You said, and he couldn't tell if you were talking to him or someone else. Were you trying to warn him? To ask for help?

"Talk to me."

"Who the bloody hell is Simon?"

"My client, ya git."

"Oh- sorry love-" Simon heard more shuffling, then a kiss, followed by a grunt from you. He let himself linger in the confusion of what was going on - but, in the back of his mind, he understood it completely.

"Got me right in my bloody eye-"

"Oh, hush."

"Left your flannel at his house."

"My green one?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you were using the grey one!"

"Well, I was, Tyler, and then I wanted the green one!"

"That's it - I'm stealin' all ya knickers tomorrow."

You laughed again - this time. The sound nearly shattered Simon. He felt like it was wrong to hear you laugh so sweetly.

"Well, uh-" he was speaking before he even realized it. "You can pick it up- or I'll drop it off- or, uh, I can drop it- I mean, I'll-"

"You can shove it in the closet until next time, if that's alright?" You said, yawning shortly after.

Simon paused. He needed to get it together. "Yea, that'll work. I'll let you go then - sorry to call so late."

"It's fine, really. But let me know when you'll need me again, ok?"

"'Course I will. I'll send you an email, as usual."

You scoffed. "I know you said we should only text for emergencies, but you can text me if it's something small, Simon."

"Right, will do. I'll text you."

"Is everything ok?"

"It's fine. You should sleep. I'll talk later."

"Ok. Goodnight, Simon."

"G'bye."

He ended the call, staring at the screen for a moment, until your contact photo faded away. He leaned his head back and sighed. His thoughts suddenly came rushing back - except this time, they were about you. How he should have expected you to have a partner. How could you not? You were so bright and bubbly, of course you'd be snatched up. He felt stupid for thinking you'd be single. Maybe this whole idea of you falling for him was stupid. Maybe this was better - he was saved from rejection, even if this situation stung painfully within his chest.

Whatever. Hopefully, your personality would finally drive him over the edge of annoyance and anger, and you'd be more of a nuisance to him. That'd be the easiest way you could let him down.

He looked at the flannel in his lap. It's not even hers. He thought. He crumpled the fabric into his hand and flung it behind him.

Riley's head snapped up at the movement, and she floundered out of her bed, chasing after the flannel.

"Riley, no- don't-" he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard her scuffling across the floor. He kept his eyes closed as he heard her come trotting back, before she stopped at the edge of the couch.

She whined and tilted her head. Simon opened his eyes and looked at her.

"That's not even hers, ya ninny." He said. He looked away and turned up the telly, hoping that everything in his head would just disappear into the back of his mind.

Riley stepped around Simon's feet as she carried the flannel in her mouth. She then hopped onto the couch and settled next to Simon, depositing the (now damp) clothing onto his lap. He grunted as she laid her head down on his leg, whining and flattening her ears. She looked up at him with curious eyes, slowly thumping her tail on the cushion.

He exhaled through his nose. He stared at the flannel, then back at Riley. "Ya really like her, eh?"

She licked her lips and blinked, sighing through her nose.

He chuckled, patting her side and looking at the ceiling. "I know. I do too." He closed his eyes.

"We'll be alright, girl."

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Matt Sturniolo Head cannons

matt sturniolo x reader, use of y/n, head cannons, what I think it would be like dating Matt

warning smut talk at these bullets ◈

AN: so this is the first thing Im really putting on the internet that is from my brain lol. I've posted edits on my TikTok that's a fan page for them ri.bead03 (shameless plug here lol). But I hope you enjoy this and even if you don't I still think this is going to be fun lol.

◆ Matt really likes the outdoors so he takes you on hikes and on picnics all of them time just the two of you and nature. Taking you out to public places aren't really his thing.

◆ He loves being around you when your comfortable with who your around and seeing the true side of you. He loves hearing your true laugh and when you smile and show off your teeth.

◆ He really likes cats. All animals really-cats, dogs, fish, deer- but cats really stick out to him. you like to think it's because he relates to them and how sometimes they like to be around people and sometimes they just sleep the day away and don't see anyone at all.

◆ He loves to cuddle. He just likes to be touching or hugging you at all times. It doesn't matter what time or day or where you guys are at he's always asking you if he can hold your hand or hug you.

◆ He cant cook and you think its the cutest thing ever but he hates that he cant provide for you even tho he does in more way than one.

◆ He is always asking to talk and tell you about the way he is feeling and wanting to know what is going on in your life as well. He always wants to know why your upset or why you could be mad at him, wanting to know what he can fix about something he is doing.

◈ Matt is a switch in bed, he loves being the top and having you become a moaning mess unraveling beneath him

◈ Matt loves when you take over in bed becoming possessive and telling him what to do.

◈ Matt loves when you squirt. He loves when you make a mess with your juices praising you when you do. "you did so good for me y/n" "God you're such a good girl I could cum again just from you squirting around me"

◈ When you are the dom to Matt he loves when you ride him, he loves seeing your tits bounce as you ride him. You telling him to hold him orgasm as you ride to your high.

◈ Matt loves when you scream his name, it makes him crazy.

◆ Matt loves driving you around and taking you from store to store, even if he stays in the car he refuses to let you pay when you go out. He is always handing you his card saying "no limit" "go crazy babe". He loves to spoil you rotten.

◆ When Matt goes out to film a Friday video he always makes sure to text you when they get to the parking lot, when they start and stop filming, and when they are on the way home.

◆ (if you read) Matt loves going to the book store with you. He likes the calm atmosphere and calming smell of books. He's always buys the ones you touch even if you put them down he's asking " are you sure princess? I don't mind getting it." He will always take the books from you and carry them around the store for you and all the way out to the car as well.

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AN pt. 2: Ok I hope you guys liked that lol. also if you want any of these kinda turned into a fic I will try my best with that lol. let me know what you think, if anything could be improved and what not. OKAY BYE LOVE YOU! thank you for reading :) :)

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my lucifer headcanons

note: these are just my own head canons. things i’ve noticed, how i write lucifer, what plays into why i write luce the way i do… etc. purely my own opinion.

- i think michael was very fond of his brother

- when the time came though to listen to dad and fulfill his duty or be a brother to lucifer michael chose duty

- the betrayal is still a sore spot for lucifer

- during lucifer’s “youth” he was curious, always dreaming up incredible creations… it was why he was dads favorite.

- he made the star fish, “because the sea deserves its own stars!” and he also made the duck. the ducks first iteration was quite a bit larger�� lucifer and god compromised on a smaller duck. (more like god bribed lucifer.)

- he watched adam be made…. so he was always fond of him and lilith… until he fell in love with lilith…

- he didn’t realize it was love

- but michael knew and michael was scared. so he would draw lucifer away from the garden every chance he got

- lucifer was very naive when he was cast down to hell. he knew so much, he had been alive for so long, but there was so much life experience he didn’t have.

- the first few years in hell were horrible…

- he had hope at first

- maybe it all wouldn’t be so bad

- it was really bad. like really bad. the people who came down to hell were unspeakable devils

- (this is based off a fic i read and i can’t find it, if this rings any bells pls let me know the fic name) but lucifer is continuously appalled and distraught by the atrocities committed in his name.

- it’s one of the reasons he so powerful. he has the angelic power but also the power from those who worship him and make sacrifices for him

he really hates it. a lot. makes him feel no better than the worse overlord (cough alastor cough)

- charlie has no idea and she’ll never know if he can help it

- lucifer smells like apples and vanilla musk, a hint of cinnamon and something floral or citrusy.

- the floral or citrus changes depending on his mood

- he has a huge library. he actually pops up to earth with Asmodeous sometimes and takes books.

- he saved the whole Library of Alexandria’s books before it burned down

- he’s great friends with all the sins

- arguably closest with Beelzebub and Asmodeous

- he loves claw machines. the lights, the sounds, the prize winning???? he’s so fucking happy

- he actually wears glasses to read. he doesn’t need them but he says they make him look smarter.

- is actually a pretty good leader, is not nearly as forgiving as charlie is, but he’s not inherently cruel

- his third favorite color is pink

- his first and second are yellow and red, obviously

- he has expensive ass, maximalist taste.

- he doesn’t use tech because he knows what vox does to said tech.

- he’s always wanted a dog

- he’s very touchy. shows love physically. is only this way if he likes you though

- he has nightmares almost every night

- coffee addict

- because after not sleeping he wakes up looking like death warmed over

- and that’s if he didn’t forget to eat the past few days except for random snacks and didn’t do a 48 hour blitz of staying up working on ducks or the bit of kingdom shit he does.

- he has a handful of servants who he trusts and they are the only one in the house. there’s no team. nothing like that. he keeps it very close

- this was after someone who was a servant tried to throw an angelic dagger at his head because really they wanted to kill him and thought working for him would get them close enough.

- he homeschooled charlie. he knows a lot of stuff and even knew the guy who created calculus!

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rescue corps headcanons because I'm insane

(there are many)

– mirror pronouns pom

– that's all I got

– man!!

– Bernard started TALKING in this specific MANNER for the BIT years and years back and now he can't STOP he is STUCK someone HELP him

– he ALSO might be doing it to try to put EMPHASIS on the words he believes should have it and sometimes HE DOES not succeed

– he reads as ADHD coded to me but it might be because I also talk like that so take that with a grain of salt

– "HEY GIRL. I MEAN ANY PRONOUNS"

– Bernard had the most normal home life by far. No contest, won by default. I have a GREAT relationship with both of MY parents because they LOVE me

– he is incredibly observant. alarmingly so. will sometimes act out of the loop on purpose, if he thinks things would just be easier that way. accidentally learns everything about everyone, the guy's an information magnet and he doesn't know how to feel about that

– do you guys think Russ has made a spacesuit with the doc ock arms because I think he has and that he actively uses it on missions

– occasionally jumpscares people and giggles about it. he got the tendency to do this from his mother, who can smell fear

– while I doubt Russ would do things "for the bit" he would ABSOLUTELY act on impulse in the name of the scientific method. this has gotten him hurt before. it's fine

– does not make coffee he just eats the fucking grounds. "it's a Giyan thing, you wouldn't understand" this is not true at all he is LYING

– Russ and Yonny get into frequent arguments (light banter) about literally everything and I mean Everything. They could work together they'd be really powerful that way, but they don't

– Russ has so many genuinely funny science puns that he makes and no one ever gets them and it devastates him

– except for Yonny, who is too busy searching for ethics guideline loopholes to acknowledge that he understands the joke

– Yonny has the most HORRIFIC life stories and will drop them CASUALLY. thought they were funny, is only now beginning to realize that it does in fact make people concerned and uncomfortable when he does that

– prefers paper books to digital because he's prone to headaches!! cites "phone bad book good" as the official reason but that's not the reason

– nonbinary and evil. presentation tends to "default" as masc but switches up often! hey girl I mean any pronouns

– knows like a hundred million dead languages for absolutely no reason

– makes art in his spare time because murder is wrong

– Shepherd sleeps with a nightlight, or at the very least can't rest well in complete darkness!! she's just like me fr !!!!

– "she snores" thank you duncan for your contribution. honk shoe

– also I think she might be autistic I can't fully back that one up do not ask me to but look at her. she cares about dogs the way I care about fish

– prone to coming across the wrong way, tone wise. very very good at giving backhanded compliments that were meant to be fully sincere and just got horribly lost in translation. this keeps her up at night. she feels AWFUL

– big fan of karaoke!! not exactly GOOD at it but we love her initiative

– as afraid as she is of the pikmin, their voices and funny little words are very catchy and she does find herself repeating them often. she will not admit this. it is embarrassing

– Collin is also autistic. I could make an entire separate post on this I'm being so goddamn serious, I have so much reasoning, I am fully confident that he is, and that he masks REALLY hard, and it enormously fucked him up

– special interest in machinery (NO ONE saw THIS coming)

– transmasculine. his name is a pun on "call in." heard the phrase and realized he had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever

– we only hear about his grandfather, and not even from him; no other family is mentioned at all!! went no contact with like everybody else, above points might be why. people with normal childhoods don't stand like that

– adding onto the canon sleep talking with sleep movement! a LOT of it! has probably kicked someone before!!

– "he wakes up upside down" thank you duncan

– i think maybe Dingo might still have glow stick light up bones. will rediscover this one day during an expedition mishap and it will be an Experience

– not a hc but Dingo is the type of guy to get bit in a zombie apocalypse and not tell anyone until the literal last second

– "he would also say "fuck my stupid baka life"" thank you duncan

– would fight by rolling up his sleeves and jumping around cartoonishly. he would more likely talk like he's winning the fight when he is in fact actively losing. "had enough yet? (on the floor)"

– definitely games and he wins the competitive ones by button mashing. "I'll never tell you my strategy" he prays that's the strategy

– his sleep schedule is NOT normal. it's so beyond skewed. he either gets like 2 hours of sleep or he wakes up the following night not knowing what year it is

#pikmin #pikmin 4 #pikmin headcanons #bernard pikmin #russ pikmin #yonny pikmin #shepherd pikmin #collin pikmin #dingo pikmin

[totesnothere04]

Unexpected Turn of Events Pt.6

Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Fluffy. Straight-up fluff. It's short. Really short in my opinion.

Pt.5 here.

You were watching Jake's kids play with your sons. Tonowari appeared at your side and placed a gentle hand on your growing belly.

"I can't believe you got me pregnant again." You chuckled and he nuzzled your cheek.

"I like seeing you carrying my children." Tonowari says as he starts placing kisses on your neck and cheek. "Ma beautiful muntxate." Tonowari says and you chuckle.

"Ma Wari we cannot right now. We are watching the children for Neytiri and Jake to have a date." You say and he huffs against your neck.

"But you smell so sweet. Almost like when you're in heat." Wari says and you look at him surprised.

"Maybe later we can ask Tsireya to watch the boys, and we can slip away for time to ourselves." You offer and he nods.

"Alright." He agrees and you both sit in the sand and looked back at the kids. Kiri still hadn't let Tsu'tey out of her grasp because she said he was her favorite. Mostly because Ateyo had hit her in the eye and now she didn't trust holding him. You all stopped moving when you heard a loud 'oof' and a thud. You look over to see Lyle sprawled on the ground with a net tangled around his tail and feet. You sigh in exasperation and try to hold back the laugh.

"Having troubles Lyle?" You ask him and he stays laying down, but shows you a thumbs up.

"I'm great." He says breathlessly. Mansk tumbles out of the tree line with an angry-looking Miles following behind him. They had all allowed their hair to grow out in the time they've been on Awa'atlu.

"I told you I need my damn net so I can fish." Miles says and stomps over to Lyle. You get up and so does Tonowari, so you can intervene when necessary.

"Hey Miles. How's it going with courting Na'jem?" You ask him and he blushes.

"It would be going smoother if these assholes would leave my shit alone." He says grumpily and you sigh. You start untangling Lyle from his net prison.

"Lyle, Mansk... Be nice to him. Na'jem is an impeccable woman and probably the only one I know that's able to handle this man." You tell them.

"Ma'am I was trying to keep Lyle from being stupid, then I was trying to keep Miles from killing him." Mansk says and you nod. You hand Miles his net and shoo them to go about their daily business.

"They are odd." Tonowari says as you both turn back to the kids.

"They are, but they are happy and comfortable. That's all that matters." You say. Jake and Neytiri join you on the beach. Jake looks at you then Neytiri and gives her the puppy dog eyes.

"Please?" He asks and she looks at you.

"What?" You ask them and Neytiri rolls her eyes.

"Ma Jake wants to have another baby." She says. "Seeing you pregnant again makes him want another baby."

"Well I thought we had enough children, but Tonowari has a heart big enough to love every child he has and more. I do not mind." You say and Jake looks at Tonowari.

"I love seeing ma muntxate carrying my children." Tonowari says and the children come back. Kiri deposited Tsu'tey into your arms, and Neteyam handed Ateyo over to Tonowari. Jake and Neytiri sat down and all of their kids laid down on them.

"Auntie, why don't you join us?" Neteyam asks.

"Because I've got my own family I can have cuddle piles with now." You say.

"Come on (Y/n) why don't all of you join?" Jake asks and you look at Tonowari.

"I don't want to intrude on your family Jake." You tell him and he groans and rolls his eyes.

"You are a part of my family. So join us. All of you." Jake says. Tsireya and Ao'nung didn't need to be told twice. You and Tonowari sat down and almost immediately you were both absorbed into the pile. You were snuggled into Tonowari's side, while Jake and Neytiri acted as pillows for you and Wari. Neteyam sprawled over you and Jake(who was your pillow), Tsu'tey and Ateyo were held by you and Wari. Kiri and Tuk settled with Jake and Neytiri, Lo'ak and Tsireya spread over you and Wari, and Ao'nung snuggled into Tonowari's side.

"Jake I swear if you fart I will fight you." You said after everyone got comfortable and you all bubbled into laughter. Neteyam moved his face a little away from his dad.

"Good call Auntie. His gas is toxic." Neteyam mumbles into your shoulder.

"Hey... I don't fart in snuggle piles." Jake protests. Everyone in his family stops and stares at him in disbelief. "Okay only when someone is laying on my stomach though." He grumbled, and you laughed as you snuggled into Tonowari and your children. Neteyam tightened his grip around your shoulders and Jake's thigh. You rested a comforting hand on Neteyams arm knowing he had been suffering from night terrors. You wanted him to get as good of a nap as he could get and you knew he felt safest between you and Jake. Tonowari watched you with a fond smile and then rested his hand on your baby bump. Kiri started to idly run her fingers through your hair and you felt yourself start to grow tired.

"Kiri I'm gonna fall asleep if you keep that up." You told her, but she didn't relent and you fell asleep a few moments later. As you, Neytiri, and the kids napped peacefully Jake and Tonowari decided on having a conversation.

"Why don't you take her back to your marui so she can get some actual sleep? I know she's been spreading herself thin with Tsahík duties, Tsu'tey and Ateyo, and training Ja to be a healer." Jake suggests but Tonowari shakes his head.

"No. She would skin me if I carried her through the village. She wants to be a strong beacon for the people... But it's taking a toll on her." Both men freeze as Ateyo whines in his sleep, only to be soothed gently by your sleeping hand. When Ateyo stays asleep and you do as well both men continue their conversation.

"(Y/n) has always been headstrong and overflowing with love for those around her. She got that from her mother." Jake says and Tonowari's eyes snap up to him.

"What was she like?" He asks Jake who gains a sad look in his eyes.

"She was headstrong, rough around the edges, but caring and loving. She loved Pandora, mostly through the eyes of science, but when she died she told me that Eywa was real. That she was with her. The love that (Y/n) is capable of is astounding. Especially because the man who killed her mother lives among us now." Jake tells him.

"It's Miles. I know." Tonowari says and Jake is surprised.

"How did you know?" Jake asks.

"He told me about the man his memories come from. I have been debating taking him to the Cove of Ancestors to ask Eywa to relieve him of the stress, but that is not my job." Tonowari says.

"It's (Y/n)'s. She's Tsahík so spiritual healing falls into her category." Jake says and Tonowari nods while his eyes slide back to you and your sons.

"He would need to approach her for that." Tonowari says and he slides closer to press his forehead and nose against yours. You sigh in your sleep and pull him closer by tucking his head into your chest allowing him to rest on your arm. Your sons tucked safely between the two of you with your hand resting on their chests, and Tonowari's hand on your belly. Tonowari starts to quietly sing your songcord as he starts to feel tired as well.

"Through Eywa I was blessed"

"Oh Eywa"

"To be one of the people"

"I was seen by Tonowari"

"My love"

"We mated before Eywa"

"Through him, I gained two children"

"Ma Ao'nung and Tsireya"

"With Ma'Tonowari, I experienced two more"

"Ma Tsu'tey and Ateyo"

"Oh Eywa, I thank you, oh Eywa"

As he finished the last verse he made a mental note to remind you to add another bead to your songcord for the new baby. Though he had a feeling you were waiting to see its gender before adding about them. In your sleep, you place a soft kiss on his head and Neteyam's arm.

#tonowari #tonowari x reader #avatar twow

[wetratheadcanons]

some battinson headcanons cause i still think about him almost a year later but 60% is actually just me projecting onto him

is autistic (obviously), but also has adhd

he also deals with intrusive thoughts, it's why his no-kill-policy is so important to him

loves video games, obscure internet lore and horror - especially analog horror and found footage

his favourite games are project deepweb, he solved it in just a little under 2 hours, and vampyr, he always plays the pacifist run despite it being harder

has a whole wall dedicated to the five nights at freddy's lore, scott cawthorne might be his biggest enemy

absolute animal magnet despite being kinda terrified of all of them

can't go anywhere that has animals because they're immediately flocking to him

the whole "introvert at a party finds the dog" - situation but instead the dog finds bruce and refuses to leave

ace was the first animal bruce wasn't ever really scared of, alfred thinks he may have been trained to be a psychiatric service dog prior to his adoption

wherever bruce is in the tower, ace isn't far away, his presence calms bruce

prefers loud music, he doesn't like being alone in his head too much and the noise helps him

apart from nirvana and my chemical romance, his favourite bands are ghost and ice nine kills because he likes their consistent themes

selina gifted him a pair of pink cat-ear headphones once and they're the only pair he ever wears at home

he claims it's just because they're comfortable but everyone knows it's because he loves them

eats when he's hungry but rarely at specific times, it doesn't make sense to him

he can't really eat after waking up

doesn't eat meat, he feels like it lies too heavy in his stomach

he also doesn't like the smell of cooked meats or fish

he loves sour fruits and has a mild sweet tooth

has a caffeine addiction but he doesn't like the taste of coffee, prefers black and green tea (to alfred's delight) and energy drinks (to alfred's horror)

he's trans ftm who is either gay or bi with a preference for men (he doesn't know and doesn't care to find out)

selina and him never went further than their kiss, bruce will always put gotham before anything else (until dick comes along) and selina needs a freedom that he can't give her

they also both realised it was a spur of the moment thing since they barely knew each other at that time and found they're better off friends

they're co-parenting a kitten though it's adorable really

bruce found her half dead on patrol one night and called selina in a panic about what to do, they named her chewy

ace loves chewy, she sleeps on his head, bruce has an entire folder on his phone dedicated to pictures of them

had a robin hood phase when he was 6, tried to steal from his parents to give to people in need

alfred continually reminds him of this after he takes in dick

his favourite rogue is ivy, they have important conversations (as in ivy talks and bruce hngs) about climate change while bruce tries to stop her from murder

he implements policies build after her ideals into wayne enterprise

his respect for her rises after she gets together with harley

for all that he fights it, he can't sleep without the sound of gotham - which includes gotham typical crime

he thrives when he's alone, it's how he does his best work, be it batman or wayne enterprise

has trouble admitting defeat, dick joining him as robin helped him in that department a great deal

is pierced. he did almost all of them himself, alfred has a heart attack everytime he spots a new one

the public has a weird badboy image of him, bruce has no idea where it came from

doesn't bruise easily but is still constantly in pain

has an absolute shit posture, social anxiety and crime fighting don't help

sleeps in the worst positions humanly possible

has a weird thing about mirrors, avoids them as much as he can

doesn't give interviews ever, it's part being a social recluse, part everything the press did to his parents, part hating to be perceived

has troubles with empathy, but his compassion makes up for it in great detail

dick uses him as a jungle gym, he pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves it

when bruce is working on cases in the cave, dick hangs head down off of bruce's back with his legs over bruce's shoulders

dick claims it helps him think, bruce knows it's because he doesn't want to be alone

bruce loves the relationship dick and selina have, might be a little jealous that cat got through to the boy much faster than him though

after taking in dick, bruce makes sure to show alfred that he actually does see him as a father figure - regrets all the times he told him that alfred's not his father

that's all i have for now

#the batman #bruce wayne #battinson #bruce wayne headcanon #headcanons #platonic batcat #dick grayson #batman #dc comics #catwoman #the batman 2022 #alfred pennyworth #selina kyle #battinson headcanons

[minniesmelody]

Eddie Munson head canons #2

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: these are “my” head canons for Eddie, we might not all agree on something about him so pls don’t get offended by any of these, please and thank you. Enjoy!

♥︎chewing and talking at the same time, gives no fucks.

♥︎Hufflepuff, no doubt about it.

♥︎ he will sleep in socks and even shoes, I feel like he forgets to change into something more comfortable and usually falls asleep most nights accidentally

♥︎this dude sneezes so freaking loud

♥︎he smells like cheap cologne and weed, I don’t know where y’all are getting coconut and vanilla and cinnamon from, weed has a strong smell and it will stick to him and follow him almost everywhere

♥︎he suffers from anxiety and panic attacks, we saw him after the whole Chrissy thing happened and how he reacted for the rest of the show after that, he tries his hardest to conceal it but in the inside he is losing his shit

♥︎he would feed stray animals, even raccoons

♥︎doesn’t like sushi or any kind of fish, man hates seafood, but what he will eat like it’s his last meal is that pus-

♥︎doesn’t drink a lot of water, let’s be real here

♥︎this man lives for grilled cheeses, he lives in a trailer park and doesn’t have much money, 25 slices of fake cheese for 3 bucks with a loaf of bread, definitely one of his comfort foods

♥︎definitely does “your mom” jokes but don’t say it back to him���.just don’t

♥︎he sheds like a dog, you find his hair everywhere

♥︎has never washed a dish, either they use a dish washer or he makes Wayne was the dishes, most of the reason why they use so much plastic and paper products

♥︎uses 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner

♥︎actually sorta likes science class, says he hates it tho

♥︎favorite planet is Uranus, yes he is one of those people who tells Uranus jokes

♥︎I feel like he secretly loves romance movies

♥︎obsessed with tattoos, ofc we already know that but he is that type of person who likes having conversations with others that have tattoos and talk about their meanings and who did them

♥︎following up with that, Modern! Eddie would have watched Ink Master and loved it

♥︎while we on the subject of Modern!Eddie, he would have been the biggest DBD player in my opinion, he would have loved that game through and through, we saw how he was in dungeons and dragons, he was dungeons master and played the villains, he would have played the killers too in DBD for sure!!!

♥︎horror movies, he claims he loves them, he does truly like them, but he almost shits his pants way too many times while watching them

♥︎he buys at least 2-3 hairbrushes every few months, you have seen that hair, he destroys so many of them with how knotted his hair gets

♥︎he likes all types of bodies and girls, but curvy girls with some chub on them, he is literally on his knees for them

♥︎claims he hates tears for fears but he secretly jams out to them when he is alone

♥︎definitely buys those cans of fake cheese and put them on crackers, cheese wiz or whatever it’s called

♥︎favorite ramen noodle flavor is chicken

♥︎hates mint chip with a passion

♥︎the only way him and Jason get along is when he sells some drugs to him

♥︎speaking of drugs, he definitely does some but he mostly just sells them for the most part, it’s more smoking weed than yk snorting and all that

♥︎BONUS: he has been arrested by Hopper a handful of times

#stranger things #eddie munson #hellfire club #stranger things imagine #minnie speaks🐭🎀 #min mins thoughts #eddie munson headcanons #eddie my love #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #and part 2 of my eddie head canons #stranger things season four #corroded coffin #i love this man so much

[obsessedwithegos]

Rescue? -Tiny Runa AU

CWs: Tiny whump, Mermaid whumpee, Fae carewhumper, Dog caretaker (?), Poor fish keeping conditions at a store, Starvation, Whumpee believing he’ll die, Whumpee being talked about like an animal at first, it/its pronouns used in an animal sense and unknown pronouns sense.

Runa: he/him Bebê: he/they Alure: she/her

~~~

It had only been a week since Runa was kidnapped from his home, yet here he was laying on the bottom of a small plastic cup. 

He had the perfect view of people entering and exiting the store, but no longer had the strength to try to make himself seen in an attempt to get help. He was hungry, tired, and the water was growing stale as the oxygen in it was running out.

He closed his eyes as they stung once more with tears. He wanted to go home, but that wasn’t going to happen, was it?

He was just going to die here, on display at this store, wasn’t he?

He didn’t bother to open his eyes again, as he tried to focus on hearing the people in the store. The people that were just out of his reach.

“Alure we’ve already walked around the store once, are you sure you don’t just want a toy?” One voice asked before Runa felt his cup being moved.

Rapid sniffing was heard, causing him to furrow his eyebrows.

“You.. Want a fish?” The voice asked. 

The cup started to move as if being lifted, so he opened one of his eyes to see what was happening. 

Two giant golden eyes stared at him. “This isn’t a fish..” The giant muttered before looking away from him. “Alure, are you positive? It looks pretty sick.”

The bark in response caused his ears to ring and his head to start spinning.

The giant sighed. “Alright. I did say I’d get you what you want. Let's go get some supplies for it.”

He closed his eye again, exhaustion starting to build more and more.

“I’ll be surprised if it makes it to tomorrow..” The giant commented.

As much as he wanted to keep listening, the exhaustion overcame him, causing everything to fade out as he unwillingly fell asleep.

~~~~

When Runa woke up he felt as though it was easier to breathe, and a pleasant smell was in the water. Though the material he was laying on wasn’t very comfortable. 

Opening his eyes, he was met with a lot of pinks, oranges, and off whites outside of the.. Bowl? Was he in a bowl now?

Looking around he’d see that he was currently laying on colorful rocks, but not far from him was one familiar sight. A carrot slice.

It was enough to make his mouth water and to help him gather his strength to lift himself up to swim towards it. It was soft to the touch and still a bit warm, had it been boiled?

He didn’t care as he dug in, desperate for his first meal in days.

The sound of whining caught his attention, making him look around as he ate. He quickly spotted a very large fluffy dog that was staring right at him.

He didn’t have the energy to try to swim away from it, or to even feel scared. He just held onto the boiled carrot slice, hoping the dog wouldn’t take it somehow.

The dog would then turn away and run off to a figure in the room. A familiar figure, the giant from the store.

“What’s up Alure?” It asked, petting the dog as it looked away from the computer it was at. Then it looked over at the bowl; right at him.

“Well shit.. It’s awake.” It says, getting up from the computer and walking over to kneel in front of the bowl.

Runa managed to swim backwards a bit, taking another bite of his food.

“You’re alright for now.” The giant says, lowering its voice. “I would ask you some questions but you don’t look like you’re in the right state to answer. So.. I’ll introduce myself instead.”

He looks at it confused. Why does it have questions for him?

“I’m Bebê, I use they or he, and my dog is Alure. She’s a good girl.” Bebê introduces themself. “I don’t know much about mermaids, so. I hope carrots are okay for now.”

He slowly nods.

“Good! I want you to get better so I can learn more about you. You are utterly fascinating to look at.” They say, tapping the glass with their nail.

He flinches as the sound of the taps reverberating through the water.

“Sensitive to sound.. Noted.” They hum. “I’ll let you eat. I’ll bring another piece of carrot in a couple of minutes. Hopefully you’ll grow to like this place.”

~~~~~~~~~~

general: @emmettnet @blackberry-nightingale

Runa tag and tiny mer whump: @whumpsday

#trying to get back into the flow of creating after my break <3 #hoping this flows a lil better from past to present tense a lil better! thank you again for pointing that out Mill! #whump #whump tag #runa tag #Bebê tag #alure tag #tiny runa au #tiny whump #gt #gt whump #owe writing #mermaid whump #mer whump #ask to tag

[otomeheadcanonical]

Things I learned from the Piofiore blog that change my headcanon game(but they’re not really that surprising)*contains spoilers*

Yang likes spicy food and can cook really well.

Dante is practically useless at cooking and gets sick really easily.

Nicola is flawless at housework, but gets sick easily like Dante. (not as much tho)

Yang and Orlok actually know how to handle guns, they just choose not to.

Gilbert is equally useless at cooking like Dante, but doesn’t get as sick as him.

Yang caught a cold once and it was described as a “demonic disturbance”.  relatable 

Orlok can hold his liquor better than Yang (first off, who’s giving the baby alcohol?)

There is no embarrassed sprite/CG for Yang because it’s “useless”. Yang simply does not feel shy.

Nicola likes fish more than meat...*insert dirty joke*

EVERYONE IS EQUALLY JEALOUS/POSSESIVE, THERE IS NO NEED FOR RANKING. however, who’s more likely to kill the protag or others from their jealousy is up for debate.

Yang’s flower motif is oleander which symbolizes seduction and bewitching desire.*insert dirty joke*

Like Yang, Nicola also wakes up in a bad mood in the morning. Leo is terrified of waking him up.

Orlok’s mother and father were 26 years apart in age. If you know, you know

Emilio is actually kinda cruel, don’t be fooled by his sweet façade. He’s also around my height and that intimidates yet inspires me.

*side note before continuing: someone sent a letter to the blog about how yang was their favorite character from the get go and that Piofiore was their first otome game and the creator was slightly concerned for them*

Yang likes any alcohol that is strong.

Dante likes white wine.

Orlok doesn’t like alcohol, but he prefers strong liquor.(stop giving this baby alcohol!)

Yang’s tongue is actually sensitive to hot food because he wasn’t used to eating warm food as a child. 

Orlok is weak to tickling.

Orlok smells like soap.

Dante has a foot/leg fetish...

Orlok has a hand fetish *cries in vanilla*

Yang...likes ass. *cough sirmixalot cough*

Gilbert likes bitties.

Nicola likes the nape of the neck. *I kinda understand why there is so much vampire fics of him.*

For how physically weak he is, Dante actually has really good eyesight.

Yang’s eyesight is slightly better than Gilbert’s but worse than Nicola. *why the old men gotta be so blind*

Yang is a dog person mainly because they have more meat on them to eat than cats. *cries*

Nicola and Gilbert are dog people.

Orlok and Dante are cat people.

Yuan has tiny red dots under his eyes and his motif is a snake. *insert dirty joke I made on twitter* *also, i want more yuan content*

Yuan is the most powerful of all the sub characters in Piofiore 1926

Orlok is the most powerful person in the first game, but because the protag is his weakness, he can be defeated somewhat easily.

If Orlok and Yuan were to fight, either one has an equal chance of winning. 

If Yang and Orlok were to fight in the sequel, Yang might win by a little.

Henri can fight, but he chooses not to. He can kinda beat Dante’s ass by a lil bit.

In terms of creating art, the love interests are as ranked Gilbert > Nicola > Orlok > Dante > Yang=Henri

Dante makes boring art and Yang and Henri never had opportunities to create art so its not that they’re bad at it, they just...don’t.

Orlok doesn’t really have a sense for aesthetic.

Yuan initially took care of Yang because he thought they were similar. However Yang is capable of creating his own entertainment and Yuan admires that part of him so he kept Yang around for that. 

Nicola and Yang don’t get along at all. *but like, that’s obvious*

And that’s it for me. There’s some more but I only picked the ones that really interested me.

#piofiore #piofiore no banshou #piofiore 1926 #piofiore dante #piofiore nicola #piofiore gilbert #piofiore yang #piofiore orlok #piofiore emilio #piofiore yuan #piofiore headcanons #piofiore henri

[theygotlost]

Annotations for le Vimes playlist

hi. read this if you care

YOUTUBE VERSION if you want to listen without spotify

1. The Fool / Neutral Milk Hotel

A little instrumental preamble before the playlist proper. musically, I think it captures the state of Vimes at the beginning of Guards! Guards!. It sounds like a processional fanfare fit for a guard, but cacophonous and lilting, as if the band were stumbling drunk.

2. Wasted on the Senate Floor / Emperor X

Another Guards! Song, though the frantic energy reflects the chaotic excitement of the watch series and Discworld as a whole (and the excitement I get from reading it heehee). The title/refrain is pretty straightforward, just replace “senate floor” with “oblong office”. 

Some other pertinent lyrics:

That feels million to one [a million to one chance??? perhaps???]

Republican watchman from Virginia wraps his fist in a flag To punch our lights out

We've got bloody eyes but we're feeling good Causing confusion in the neighborhood

3. We Live in a Dump / They Might be Giants

I have to put a TMBG song in my discworld playlist, I simply must! Pretty much all the lyrics to this one are relevant, but the pre-chorus specifically fits well with the rank trying to get Vimes out of his drunken stupor and Vimes being dismissed from the watch, both of which happen in Guards! And Men at Arms.

Why be realistic? Don't wake me from my dream I was individualistic They kicked me off the team

4. Grace Cathedral Hill / The Decemberists

How Vimes experiences Ankh-Morpork. There’s a tenderness and melancholy to this song, since Vimes does have a sort of affection for the city despite how terrible it is.

All dust and stone and moribund

The air, it stunk of fish and beer

The suggestion of CMOT dibbler: 

We were both a little hungry So we went to get a hot dog

The pilgrims, pills, and tourists here Will sink fifty-three bucks to buy A brand new halo

This could be Sibyl, who knows!!

Sweet on a green-eyed girl All fiery Irish clip and curl All brine and piss and vinegar

I know “piss and vinegar” is an expression describing her personality (Vimes is really more the one full of piss and vinegar), but taken literally it would also accurately describe the smell of the city.

5. Dirty Old Town / Ewan Maccoll

A continuation of the themes from the previous song. I originally had the cover by the Pogues in here for the longest time, but I decided to replace it with the original from 1949 because it brings a more interesting color (the clarinet!!).

6. Precinct 41 Major Crime Unit / Sea Power

Another instrumental interlude, this time from the Disco Elysium soundtrack. Discworld and Disco Elysium are so closely linked in my mind, Vimes absolutely has Harry’s skillset inside his brain and you CANNOT convince me otherwise. As the title suggests this song is the theme for Harry’s police precinct, and I totally imagine it playing during an intense moment with the Watch.

7. Hurricane Drunk / Florence + the Machine

Yeah yeah I know it’s sooo easy to fill my playlist with songs about alcoholism. Well if the boot fits! Plus:

No walls can keep me protected No sleep, nothing in between me and the rain

Pretty good imagery here of Vimes’ night patrols and/or passing out in the gutter.

8. Down by the Water / The Decemberists

The river Ankh, if we’re using a generous definition of the term “water”.

9. Cap in Hand / The Proclaimers

FUUUCK the nobility!!!

10. Average Working Man / Panicland

FUCK the nobility… 2!!! He's God's message to the high class folk!!!! This is a perfect song for encapsulating Vimes’ RAGEEE

11. This Night / Black Lab

This one’s about the Summoning Dark/”The Beast”:

There are things, I have done There's a place, I have gone There's a beast and I let it run Now it's running my way

And then there’s this: 

So take this night And wrap it around me like a sheet I know I'm not forgiven But I need a place to sleep So take this night And lay me down on the street I know I'm not forgiven but I hope That I'll be given some peace

From Jingo:

He was, temporarily, a happy man. He was cold, wet and alone, trying to keep out of the worst of the weather at three o’clock on a ferocious morning. He’d spent some of the best nights of his life like this. At such times you could just…sort of hunch your shoulders like this and let your head pull in like this and you became a little hutch of warmth and peace, the rain banging on your helmet, the mind just ticking over, sorting out the world…

12. Get Better / Frank Turner

Vimes’ character is all about learning from mistakes and making an effort to become a better person. All the lyrics are relevant, but here’s the chorus:

I'm trying to get better 'cause I haven't been my best She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart And said "Come on now, let's fix this mess" We could get better because we're not dead yet

ILY SYBIL!!!!!

13. Damn These Vampires / The Mountain Goats

In terms of the song order of this playlist, this is the calm before the storm, the darkness before the dawn; Just one last quick interlude before the main event.

Crawl 'til dawn On my hands and knees Goddamn these vampires For what they've done to me

I admit this whole song is a little bit of a stretch, but the refrain is a nod to Vimes’ attitude toward vampires that’s addressed in Thud!. He spends some time crawling around like a beast in that book too.

14. Blossoms / The Amazing Devil

The crown jewel, the piece de resistance of this playlist! The Night Watch song of all time!!! I don’t feel like I need to break down the lyrics here since I already made this piece illustrating all the relevant lyrics. ✌ Ugh the emotional intensity of this one is really the important part. Leave it to the amazing devil to write Epic Music. 

15. Caesar / The Oh Hellos

This song also has a very Epic feeling to it so I have it riding on the high of Blossoms, but it’s less energetic so I think of it as a cooldown. I always thought the title referred to Julius Caesar, but Genius lyrics is telling me it’s actually about Jesus. whatevarrrr. Because I thought it was about the assassination of a monarch, I connected it with Old Stoneface. Compare:

Hear on the wind how the pendulum swings Feel how the winter succumbs to the spring Over the palisade morning will break Rise up to meet it, oh sleeper awake

With Jingo:

He had always wondered how Old Stoneface had felt, that frosty morning when he picked up the axe that had no legal blessing because the King wouldn’t recognize a court even if a jury could be found, that frosty morning when he prepared to sever what people thought was a link between men and deity

16. Untitled / The Long Winters

Just a lil silly one to take us out on a cheerful note! I admit this one doesn’t make much sense because it’s about living in a rural area and not an urban center like Ankh-Morpork but… I gotta get back to my shanty town!! And I’ve put a lot of folk music on this playlist bc even though he’s not a country boy VImes has some very folksy salt-of-the-earth sensibilities. Just let me have this one

#mine #discworld #sam vimes

[skoople]

astronaut food

i've been meaning to outline the eating habits of the main wolf 359 characters. specifically, what do they eat and drink, what do they enjoy, what are their kitchen sins, how do they eat, and why. this is going to be a combination of canon, implications, and my personal read on them. let's get right into it:

DR. ALEXANDER HILBERT

his view on eating is utilitarian to the point of reddit-ness, and he'll often go without meals to get something done or to prove a point (see: Succulent Rat-Killing Tar, What's Up Doc). his palate is a very "get what you can out of whatever you can" approach without considering much in the way of taste or texture (seaweed coffee is his invention). HOWEVER! hilbert has one prized treat that is his achilles heel/autism samefood: Pecan Pie (see: Mission Mishaps Cold Turkey). i think it's got a unique texture, and a comforting smell that meshes with his suppressed desire for family and safety well.

kitchen sin: he regards the human need and desire for food as both frivolous and an unfortunate necessity.

LIEUTENANT RENÉE MINKOWSKI

she definitely enjoys fruit, or she wouldn't've cryogenically sealed a Braeburn apple (which are excellent for baking or dehydrating, btw) and brought it to space (see: What's Up Doc). she's also a planning type, and i think an efficient and tasty meal that involves the preparation and presentation of a fancy yogurt bowl is a favorite of hers and a dietary staple. minkowski is highly conscious of table manners, although that slacks a bit on the hephaestus, because she's eating across the table from hilbert and eiffel, for god's sake. still, clean and organized is her food philosophy. she owns possibly the only tupperware collection on the planet that includes every matching lid. the wine has almost no canon basis, and is mostly just a nod to voice actor Emma Shierr-Ziarko's own love and knowledge of wines.

kitchen sin: she thinks a clif bar counts as a real dinner if it's a weeknight.

CAPTAIN ISABEL LOVELACE

lovelace's favorite food is appetizers for the whole table, a team pizza party, a big awesome-smelling potluck, or anything meant to be shared. for her, eating is a casual and (more importantly) a communal activity. the social engagement from a loud brunch will nourish her just as much as the food does. besides that, i think she likes chocolate with nuts in it (e.g. snickers, chocolate covered almonds, rocky road ice cream, etc), but one of her favorite desserts is probably a strawberry milkshake. maybe it's a way to make up for all the protein shakes and high-efficiency smoothies (that taste like wet cement) she has to chug on account of the intense way she lives and works.

kitchen sin: she is a vulture if anyone else is cooking or eating. "you gonna eat that?" and picking off searing hot pans and baking sheets. she's really just curious but she never asks until its already burning her mouth.

COLONEL WARREN KEPLER

ok, the drink is a given. it's even on his official wolf 359 store merchandise. he likes the feel of it in his hand. but what does kepler eat? when does he eat? in private, obviously. his job is an exercise in restraint and perception, and he is his job (see: A Matter of Perspective). monsters under the bed don't need to eat, and they certainly won't be that vulnerable in front of a superior. but he's still a person, so i struggled a lot trying to figure out what he would crave. fish tacos, biscuits and gravy, and a loaded chicago hot dog were all floated, but the only meal i could picture kepler ordering where anyone could see him was lamb with mint sauce. it's expensive, recognizable, difficult to cook exactly right, and almost bloody.

kitchen sin: he will go out of his way to make you feel bad about what you're eating no matter what it actually is. he doesn't even have to say anything, he'll just glance at you or shift his posture slightly.

DANIEL JACOBI

this is a guy who loves to snack (see: Time To Kill. pringles: popped). he likes crunchy, salty snacks a lot, but it's more about the activity than the taste. that doesn't stop him from ritualistically complaining (see: Mission Mishaps No Complaints). he takes his time eating, but he doesn't pay much attention to it, which is why the longevity of a slushy is a favorite of his. jacobi lives off road snacks, but will find a way to complain about the points of a michelin star. he just likes bitching! the stinky cheese (see: Need To Know) pictured is a baked Camembert, because it's my post and i get to pick the cheese. Camembert is one of my personal favorites, but it can be fairly pricy and is a pain to clean up, which doesn't matter to jacobi (goddard company credit card please!)

kitchen sin: he spends an excruciatingly long time on any meal to the point where, if he had his way, they'd bleed into each other by taking an average of one bite every 15 minutes.

DR. ALANA MAXWELL

the drink pictured is a rockstar energy, but whatever legal(ish) stimulants can get inside her body the most effectively is maxwell's favorite. she eats a lot of takeout (see: Mission Mishaps Happy Holidays) because it's quick when she forgets to eat all day and it's tasty and she has the pay grade for it. she grew up in a tiny nowhere town that was in all likelihood at least partially a food desert, and her family dinner table warranted a restraining order, so i think in her adult life she tries to get as far away from that as possible. this often manifests in trying all the outlandishly spicy things she can get her greasy mitts on, because she is both inquisitive and masochistic. fuego takis are pictured because theyre a staple snack that jacobi will buy for her if she promises to share (she's lying and will eat the whole bag)

kitchen sin: she allows the nearly-empty cans, bottles, bowls, and bags to sit out and fester. once every 2 weeks she sets a timer and rushes through dumping it all into a giant black trash bag so that she doesn't get an infestation of ants again.

OFFICER DOUGLAS F. EIFFEL

and the "F" stands for food! eiffel definitely spends the most time talking about food. he's hungry! since his eating habits are so prominent in the show, i figured a compilation of his food and drink moments in canon would work a little bit better than my own personal extrapolation. excerpts from Limbo and Boléro were omitted.

kitchen sin: while some people might argue that pineapple on pizza belongs in this spot, i am not so judgemental. i just want him to eat from dishes that aren't visibly dirty.

HERA

[insert byte joke]

kitchen sin: she doesn't have a mouth.

#wolf 359 #w359 #long post #food #disordered eating mention #alcohol

[workingforthewidow]

‘What you were wearin’ on the first night we met’

Welcome to part 2 of the Sun to Me series.

This story is NSFW and not for minors- if you are under 18 go ask your legal guardian if you can watch the movie.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are 33 soon to be 34 yes we will have a birthday party for them). Don’t like it don’t read it,

Proof read quickly. It’s 9pm and I’m about to sleep but wanted to get this out! I will proofread again in the morning!

Please reblog! I love seeing what y’all comment and tag :)

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‘Oh my goodness why is it so hot? Sure it’s the middle of August but damn it shouldn’t be this hot. Ow fuck why does my head hurt?’ The thoughts swirled around Katie’s brain as she slowly came back into consciousness. She felt a weight around her neck and reached her hand up to feel metal encircling her throat. Her eyes opened and she took in the room around her. She was on a mattress on the floor and the metal around her neck was attached to the wall like she was a dog on chain. She looked down to see she was wearing her clothes. But the small joy disappeared when she realized they weren’t the clothes she had earlier. Someone had gone through her bag and changed her clothes.

The room was dimly lit with candles everywhere. That explained the heat. She could barely see around farther than 5 feet away. She looked around and couldn’t see or hear Caroline anywhere. Panic started to fill her body. Her breathing started to quicken.

“CAROLINE! CAROLINE!” She started screaming hoping to get some idea of where her sister was. She kept screaming her name until she heard a door swing open.

She pushed herself back as far against the wall as she could fear taking over the panic filling her. Tears filled her eyes as long jean clad legs came into view. Her eyes trailed up to see man with long black hair wearing an expressionless mask staring down at her.

“My sister, where is my sister?” She chocked out a sobbing beg.

The man continued to look at her before pulling out a notepad from his pocket and writing on it. Then he held it down to her.

~She is safe. So are you.~ He took back and began writing again.

“Why am I here? What are you doing to us?” She whispered though her sobs.

The man continued writing.

~I will explain later. I am going to get you food you have been asleep for 10 hours. Are you allergic to anything? Or your sister? Bo probably won’t think to ask that.~

Katie’s head spun again. So this guy and Bo knew each other. Maybe this guy was the owner of the museum, it would make sense seeing as it looked like this mask was made of wax.

“We can’t eat seafood. Fish or shellfish of any kind. But that’s it.” She said trying to hold back the tears. She thought back to all the crime shows she had watched, maybe if she went along things will be okay.

The man nodded and patted her head awkwardly like he didn’t know how to act around her. Maybe she was the first person he had ever held hostage. The man then turned and walked back of the room leaving Katie alone. Her only thoughts were on Caroline before she passed out again.

When she woke again there was a paper plate with what looked to be a peanut butter sandwich and chips, and a bottle of water set out next to her. Along with was a note with her name on it, spelled wrong but she knew it was meant for her. She opened the water bottle and was relieved when it popped like a fresh bottle does. ‘Okay so it’s most likely not poisoned.’ She thought picking up the sandwich noting it looked and smelled fine. She took a drink and started eating while she read over the note left for her.

~You are safe I promise. I do not plan to kill you. Your sister is safe as well. Bo won’t kill her.~ Kill it said kill not hurt, so maybe they did plan to hurt the girls. ~My name is Vincent, Bo is my twin. Whatever you need I will get for you just tell me. I hope you can learn to like it here and feel like it is your home. You are mine now and I will take care of you. Just be good and I can be good to you. I will be a good husband for you, my angel.~

‘Oh my god. Oh my god. They want wives? Why us?’ Her tears came flowing out again. Hadn’t enough bad things happened to them? First their parents die and they have to sell their house. This trip was suppose to be a fresh start. Drive to the coast and find a little place for the two of them. But now two psychos planned on keeping them.

Her sobs were so loud she didn’t hear the door open or Vincent’s footsteps as he approached. It wasn’t until he put his hand on her chin making her up to him did she notice him. She jumped and tried to move away from his touch but he tightened his grip on her chin holding her in place.

“Please, can I see Caroline? Please. We, we’ve never been this long without talking to each other.” She begged and pleaded with him.

He shook his head and used his other hand to brush at her hair which had fallen out of place sometime during her sleep.

Okay if she couldn’t see Caroline she at least needed to move a little, her legs were going to go to mush if she didn’t use them.

“Okay, umm can I take a shower and use the restroom? Please.” She tacked the please on at the end hoping it would better her chances. He looked at her and at the door and nodded slowly. He reached in his pocket and took out a key. He undid the metal collar around her throat and took her hand to help her stand.

“Thank you.” She said it barely above a whisper. He lead to other side of the room she hadn’t been able to see before. Her suitcase was there- so she was right he had her things. He pointed to the suitcase and she opened it getting some clean underwear and a bra, blood rushing to her cheeks as she quickly grabbed a purple satin set. Why did she let Caroline help her pick her clothes?

She went to grab her jeans but he stopped her, pulling out one of her dresses, a simple purple dress. Okay so this is how the game is going to be played. She could play along, so far he hadn’t physically hurt her or done anything immoral (besides kidnapping). She could play nice and work to find Caroline and get out of this hell. Away from the twin demons.

Once she had clothes in her hands, he put his hand on her back and led her down a hallway into a bathroom. Her toiletry bag already on the little shelf above the toilet.

The man, Vincent, looked at her then pointed to a watch on his wrist before holding up both hands then one hand. It took her a minute but she got it.

“I have 15 minutes?” He nodded and went to close the door and glared at her. “You’re going to stand at the door and wait for me?” She guessed again earning another nod. She nodded back and as soon as the door was closed started the water as hot as she could make it. While the water warmed she used the toilet realizing it had been well over 24 hours since the last time she had been able to use one. Once the water was hot she stepped in, and in an effort to conserve time she brought her toothbrush and brushed her teeth while she wet her hair. Not seeing any soap or shampoo she took the little travel bottles from her bag. Hopefully this Vincent man would get her some more if he really did plan on keeping her.

She showered as quickly as she could and climbed out of the shower drying off with the towel that had been hanging on a hook. She got dressed and brushed her wet hair highly doubting there would be a hair dryer anywhere. She looked in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised to see that she didn’t look completely awful. Sure her eyes were red and a little swollen from all the tears but maybe her mama was right, a good shower is good for the soul. She took one last look and opened the door.

True to his word Vincent was standing in front of the door, his back facing her. He turned and looked her up and down. He took her hand a walked her back to the room she was in before. But instead of going to the bed he sat her in a chair before standing behind her. She had no idea what was going to happen and her breath began to quicken. It slowed when she felt a brush being gently pulled through her hair, his hands even gentler than her own. After a few minutes he stopped and started parting her hair. It took her a moment but she realized he was braiding it. She stayed silent waiting for him to finish. She felt him drop her hair and then felt his fingers tracing the lines of some of the tattoos on her shoulders. His touch was light like a feather. Once he was done he awkwardly patted her head again and took her hand bring her back to the mattress.

While walking the short distance Katie felt her hair and noted he had done an amazing job at a double French braid held together at the end with what felt like average rubber bands. She would have to get her hair-ties from her bag and try to get him to use those if this would be common practice. She wondered if his mother had taught him to braid or he taught himself with his long hair. They got to the bed and he gestured for her to sit back down. Her eyes widened when he took the metal collar in hand, “Please, I promise I won’t run or do anything stupid. It… it… hurts. Please.” The tears had returned, running down her freshly cleaned face.

Vincent cocked his head looking at her and she assumed he weighing his options. He moved to another area in the room and she could hear him rummaging around some boxes. He returned seconds later with handcuffs. He held them in one hand and the metal collar in the other, giving her the choice. She didn’t trust her voice not to crack from the sobs and pointed to the handcuffs before holding her arms up, praying he didn’t make her put them behind her back. Thankfully he took her arms in front of her and locked the cuffs into place before pushing her, forcing her to lay down. Once he was sure she’d stay he walked away again before returning with his notepad and pen.

“Oh umm, you spelled my name wrong.” She said carefully, hoping her tone conveyed that she wasn’t upset or mad. Maybe having a somewhat normal conversation with him would help her situation. It was a pretty common mistake for someone to misspell her name. “You spelled it like how Captain Janeway spells her name. But my name is spelled like Catherine Zeta-Jones.” She couldn’t see his face but she could feel his confusion. “Oh um those pop culture references but I guess y’all don’t get much tv or movies out here. My name is spelled C-a-t-h-e-r-i-n-e not K-a-t-h-r-y-n, it happens all the time. I just thought since I’m living here now and all I should tell you. But if you want to call me Katie that’s fine. Most people do. And that is spelled with a K, K-a-t-i-e.”

Vincent nodded and scribbled down his reply, ~I like Catherine. Pretty name for a pretty girl. I will talk to Bo and see if you can see Caroline tomorrow. Do you want dinner?~

Caroline. He would let her see Caroline. That meant she was alive right? He couldn’t be that cruel as to give her false hope. “Thank you. I really just want to sleep. If that’s okay. There’s just so much going on.” It was then she realized she didn’t even know what time or even what day it was. She was in a basement of some sort with no clocks or windows.

Vincent nodded and wrote once more, ~Sleep would be good for you. I will be in the next room working. If you need anything come to me. I will know if you try to leave and it will not end well for you or your sister.~

Katie’s eyes tears up again, she hoped soon her tears would dry up, “Okay. I promise I will be here.” He stayed for a few minutes and watched her as she fell asleep before going back to his studio.

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Caroline could feel pressure on her wrist and on her ankles. She tried wiggling them to no avail. Her eyes slowly opened but quickly widen when she took in her surroundings. She was in some kind of doctors chair with her hands and feet secured down. She couldn’t see Katie anywhere.

“Katie! Catherine!” She screamed hoping her sister would come out of somewhere.

“Baby if you wanna keep that tongue in your pretty little mouth you better shut the fuck up.” She heard a voice above her and looked up to see a sewer grate and the mechanic, Bo, standing over it. “I’ll be down there in a minute, you just calm down.”

Calm down? How the hell could she calm down? She was tied down in a basement and her sister was missing! What was she suppose to do? Katie had always been the one with the plans. Katie would know what to do. Thinking of her twin made the tears really start coming down her cheeks. Was she dead? Had he hurt her?

While these thoughts floated in her head she heard the door being pushed open and watched as Bo walked in like he didn’t have a worry in the world.

“Good morning baby. Slept a lot longer than ya sister. Heard her crying to Vinny already.” Katie was alive. Caroline didn’t say anything as Bo got closer to her and brushed her hair away from where it had fallen in her face. “Stop wiggling. Gonna mess up your wrist. Now if you promise to be good I’ll take the cuffs off. Let you eat and take a shower.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a knife.

Caroline looked to him with fear filled eyes and nodded.

“Wanna hear your words baby. Be a nice girl and use your manners.”

“Please take the cuffs off. I promise I’ll be good.” Her voice was soft and quiet like she was thinking over each word she said before saying it.

Bo smirked at her and carefully slid his knife under the duct tape undoing her wrist and ankles. He offered her his hand and helped her stand up, “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now was it? Come ‘ere. Got your suitcase from your car. Picked a nice little outfit for you.” He lead her through a long hallway to a small bathroom. Her bathroom bag and a stack of clothes sat on the edge of the sink.

Bo pushed her in, following behind her, and closed the door.

“You have 15 minutes. After that I’m opening the door. Your choice if you want an audience yet or not.” He said holding her face to keep her eyes on his. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, 15 minutes. I understand.” He seemed to take that answer and stepped out of the room.

She made quick work of the using the restroom and getting in the shower. She tried to think of what was happening but all her thoughts lead her back to Katie. Trying to distract herself, she almost started her hair routine but cringed when she realized that was a mistake. It took her 10 minutes to get through the whole thing and that didn’t include washing her body or anything else. Maybe she was faster than she thought. If she had at least 10 minutes she could just do the routine quickly and hope the shampoo falling from her hair would be enough to wash her body for now.

“Bo?” She called softly hoping he wouldn’t open the door, “How much time do I have?”

“9 minutes.” His replied was muffled by the door.

Okay she could do it. She started the routine quickly running through all the steps. She finished and grabbed the towel off the sink drying herself before getting dress. Just as she was finishing putting on her bra and underwear, a soft baby pink matching lace set, the door swung open revealing a very happy looking Bo.

He let out a whistle and looked her over, pausing at her chest for longer than she liked. “Guess I do get a show today. Look at you didn’t expect to see all that on you.” He gestured to her tattoo covered body.

“Katie’s a tattoo artist and a seamstress. I do hair and makeup. We practice on each other. Hers is just a bit more permanent.” Caroline was suddenly very aware of how little clothing she had on. “Can I get dressed now? Please, sir.” She asked batting her eyelashes innocently. He said wanted a nice girl with manners and she’d be sure to use all the training her southern belle mama had put her through. Katie may have more book smarts than she did but Caroline knew how to play a man.

Bo’s smirk somehow got even darker than it already was, “Now look at that. She does have manners. I like that baby, you can keep that up. Put your clothes on hurry up. Need to eat.”

She took the clothes off the sink feeling his eyes watching her every move. She was expecting her tiny shorts and a crop top but he had taken one of her dresses. She pulled it one and tried to get the zipper up her back but failed. She tried again and huffed when she couldn’t get it.

“Let me do it baby.” His fingers moved down her spine slowly enjoying how soft her skin was. He easily pulled the zipper and moved her wet hair over one of her shoulders. Bending down he kissed the other shoulder where it met her neck.

“Thank you.” She said trying to keep up the act. She decided to try her hand at a request to see what she could get, “Can I… can I, please, dry my hair? Or can you do it? My dress will get messed up if it get wet. My hair supplies bag is in my suitcase.” She looked up at the mirror in front of her and caught his gaze. He was smirking again.

He kissed her neck again and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back to his chest. “I guess since you asked so nicely I’ll let you. Can’t have my pretty little wife walking around in messed up clothes.”

Caroline felt like she was going to vomit. Wife. What the fuck was this psycho talking about? She was so wrapped in her head she didn’t even notice he had left the room and came back with things. She went to grab them but he held them in one hand high above his head. He was at least a foot taller than her so the objects were far from her reach.

“If you want them you gotta pay the price baby.” He pulled her against his chest and pressed his lips to hers. Her first reaction was to pull away but she reminded herself to play along. She let him kiss her, letting him move his lips against hers, and when his tongue traced along the seam of her lips she let him in.

He finally pulled away after what felt like a lifetime, “Good girl. Do that curly thing again. I like that and keep it down.” She nodded and started drying her hair trying to do it as quickly as possible.

Bo stood in the doorway blocking her in just in case she decided to be brave and get away from him. Damn she was pretty. His pretty little housewife. He had always wanted the perfect family. Pretty little wife to cook and clean while he went to work. He’d come home and she’d be waiting at the door for him beer in hand and a welcome home kiss while their kids ran up to him wanting hugs from their daddy. It would be perfect just like he dreamed.

“Bo…. Bo?” He didn’t hear her softly saying his name until she put her hand on his chest. “Are you okay? You looked as spaced out as I do when Katie starts going off about whatever book she’s reading.” She giggled softly thinking of her sister and Bo thought it was the prettiest music he had ever heard.

“Just fine, baby. Thinking about how pretty you are and what a good little wife and mama you’re gonna be.” He ran his hand through her soft curls happy she had followed his directions. “You promise to be good?”

He made it sound like he was going to offer something. She’d take anything she could get at the moment. “Yes, sir, I will be good.”

“Good girl. Gonna take you home now. Gotta lot of work for you and that sister of yours if Vincent lets her out of the studio.” He took her hand and led her out of the underground. Seeing sunlight was nice and feeling it against her skin was even better. They walked to his truck his hand holding hers tightly a sign for her not to run. He opened the truck door and helped her up before climbing in the driver side. He pulled her across the bench seat and wrapped one arm around her waist while driving with the other.

‘Play the game Caroline it’s just a game.’ She reminded herself to give her the courage to do what she was about to do.

She turned her head and pressed her lips to his cheek briefly, “Thank you, this is my favorite dress.” ‘Be calm and play the game.’ He’s a man, Mama always said all men what two things- food and sex. One she could do with ease, the other not so much. Mama raised them with the church to be good pure girls.

Bo took his arm from her waist and moved his hand to her thigh, squeezing a little harder then she was expecting. “You’re welcome baby. You keep being good and I’ll make sure you have everything your little heart wants.”

One more try, she would try one more time to see Katie today, “Can I see Katie yet? Please just for a minute.” She had been able to hold back the tears for a long time but finally thinking about her sister again made them flow.

Bo sighed and rolled his eyes gripping her thigh again. “Not right now. You make me a good lunch and start your housework and maybe I’ll think about it. Okay?”

She nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Luckily this time he didn’t make her speak it. Her voice would probably crack if she had to speak right now. Finally they made it to the house and he lead her inside to the kitchen.

He open the fridge and grabbed a beer, “Make whatever you want with what we got. Make a list of things you’ll need and I’ll have Lester pick them up next time he goes out to the city for supplies,” he noticed the confusing on her face at the mention of Lester, “Les is the youngest brother. Me and Vincent are twins but Mama said I’m the older one. Then Lester came 3 years later.” He didn’t know why he told her all that but maybe it was good he felt comfortable telling her about their family that fast. She was the new Sinclair matriarch in a sense. “Now get to cooking baby. You got a lot to learn to be a good little wife.”

She rummaged around the kitchen finding enough things to make chicken and beans. There didn’t seem to be a fruit or vegetable in the house at all. Those would be first on her list. While she moved around the kitchen finding things she needed to cook, Bo sat at the table with his beer and went over his expectations for his new ‘wife’.

1.) No leaving the house without him or one of his brothers being with her

2.) Make sure all meals are made on time. He can’t be late for work. (Caroline wondered how you can be late for work when you are the owner and boss.)

3.) When he comes home at the end of the day she was to be at the door waiting of him, smile on her face and beer in hand, ready for his welcome home kiss

4.) Make sure the house stays clean, can’t have anything dangerous out once babies start coming. But only rooms with the doors open. He closed all the rooms she wasn’t allowed in.

5.) If she sees anyone in town besides one of the boys she was not allowed to speak to them unless it was to direct them to the boys. As soon as the strangers were gone she was to go to their room and hide. And if she heard screams- no she didn’t.

“Get all that through your pretty head, baby?” He asked her while she plate his food and sat in front of him.

“Yes, stay home, cook, clean, don’t talk to strangers, beer and kiss when you come home.” Like a good southern wife. He didn’t have to tell her most of those rules her mama already had. Hopefully if her twin was with his twin he wasn’t wanting what Bo wanted. Katie didn’t grasp all this the way Caroline did. Katie’s nose was too stuck in books to learn anything about this.

“Good. Where’s your food?”

“Not hungry. Just tired.” She even yawned at the end. He had said she slept all night but she felt like she had been hit by a truck. Bo pulled her onto his lap and held a sliced chicken to her lips.

“You can take a nap after you eat something. Can’t have ya withering away on me. You gotta be nice and healthy for our babies.” His other hand ghosted over her empty midsection as if to pretend a life was growing instead. Caroline had to control herself not to cringe and slowly chewed the meat. That seemed to satisfy Bo for while. He ate the whole meal occasionally feeding her bits of it.

“I knew I found a good one,” he said kissing her shoulder, “That was better than anything Mama ever made. You still wanna nap?”

Caroline yawned and nodded her head, “Please.”

Bo smiled and stood still holding her in his arms. She wrapped her legs about his waist to hold herself. He carried her up a staircase and into what she assumed was his room.

“Once I know you’re really gonna be good I’ll let ya redecorate. Give it a woman’s touch.” He said laying her down on the bed and pulling a blanket over her. “I gotta go see Vinny. You stay here and nap. If you wake up and I’m still gone you can go to the kitchen and wash dishes. I’m being nice since you’re still learning but after today dishes are done before bed.” She nodded as he continued this time getting in her face his forehead against hers, noses touching. “If I come back to this house and you aren’t in this room, the bathroom next door, or the kitchen- I will take my shotgun and shoot your sister in between the eyes, before coming for you. Understand baby?”

Tears sprang to her eyes immediately and she nodded her head fiercely, “Y-ye-yes, Bo. Yes, sir. I understand. I promise I will be good.”

That seemed to make Bo happy since he kissed her softly and left her to fall asleep.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher fanfic #slasher fic #slashers #bo sinclair #brian van holt #vincent sinclair #Sadly no Jonesy this chapter #She will return for the birthday party #house of wax fic

[sighonaraa]

Sweet Sid!

I wish I could give you the squishiest of hugs!! Unfortunately that’s tricky to do online so I come bearing stupid jokes instead 😅

🐮Where do cows go for entertainment?

(The moo-vies)

🏖️What did the beach say to the tide when it came in?

(Long time, no sea)

🌋What does one volcano say to the other?

(I lava you)

🐓What do you call a hen who counts her eggs?

(A mathemachicken)

🐠What did you call a fish without eyes?

(Fsh)

🐾What happens when it rains cats and dogs?

(You can step in a poodle)

🍦Where do you learn to make ice-cream?

(Sundae school)

☃️What did the snowman ask the other snowman?

(Do you smell carrots?)

⏰I spent five minutes fixing a broken clock yesterday

(At least, I think it was five minutes…)

🧀What does cheese say when it looks in the mirror?

(Halloumi!)

🦩My friend told me to stop acting like a flamingo…

(I had to put my foot down)

🚲What’s the difference between a poorly dressed man on a tricycle and a well dressed man on a bicycle?

(Attire)

🪶Why do seagulls fly over the sea?

(If they flew over the bay, they would be bagels)

🦖What do you call a sleeping dinosaur?

(A dino-snore)

😬

💚💚💚

my love!!!!! thank u so much for these, they made me smile very very hard. giving u the squishiest internet hug right back <3

#the kindness of my friends never ceases to amaze me #thirteenemeraldcats #u are actually thee sweetest MWAH <3 #sid speaks

[baileys-writing-desk]

Kikwis are not food!

Faron follows through on her claims to eat an annoying Kikwi. Or at least…she tries to.

[Misfits of the 3 Dragons]

AO3

Faron swims through the chambers of Lake Floria, with a small Kikwi clutched in her claw. The old plant had already told Link where she lives a while back…and now it has given the small hero even more of her information. So tonight, she decides, he’s dinner.

This ends now, little brat.

As she continues, and as the Kikwi holds its breath, she listens to the sounds of the lake: the chubby pufferfish, Jellyf splashing around, the way her own body moves through the water so smoothly…and even an odd-sounding noise from far behind her. Hmph. Those fish are always getting into trouble.

She still can’t believe that this scrawny old Kikwi would break her trust again. Perhaps Link forced the information out of it, but she had sworn to all residents of the woods that almost everything about her be kept secret from the hero. Now Link knows her age, her favorite foods, her biggest pet peeves, biggest fears…even the things Eldin and Lanayru do that she finds annoying. Rage boils in her chest and she huffs. Ugh!!

Finally she breaks the surface in the comfort of her home, tucked away deep within the lake’s chambers, and wipes some of the water off the little plant’s leaves. The Kikwi shivers and glances up at her face, brow furrowing.

“Ah, you wretched thing!” she exclaims. “How many times did I tell you to keep that big mouth shut? Hmm…I bet you’re gonna taste wonderful.”

“Noooo, Faron, don’t eat meeeee!” the Kikwi pleads with puppy-dog eyes. But the Water Dragon simply scoffs.

“Hmph. I’m not gonna feel sorry for a plant.”

“I’m sorry…I won’t tell Link anything ever again! I’ll keep my mouth shut! Pweeease?”

Faron grunts. “Not buying it.” She holds the Kikwi up to her mouth, smelling all the fresh leaves atop its head. “And not that there’s much else you could tell Link anyway.”

“Look…he wants to know you better as a friend, and he feels like you two aren’t quite getting along.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just go tellin’ him things willy-nilly. Which is why you’re my feast tonight! Mmm…so scrumptious…”

The Kikwi squeals, but she ignores the sound as she closes her eyes, biting off a big, juicy leaf. Ohhh…so refreshing… This could easily be the best dinner she’s had in a while. She sighs with delight as the flavors of the leaf dance on her tongue, a leaf made from the heavens…

“FARON!!”

She gasps, eyes flying open. What in Hylia??

Floating in the waters of her hall is a familiar figure…with his yellow coat and fluffy white beard, and he glares at her intensely. He surely does not look happy.

“L-Lanayru?!” she cries out. “What are you doing here??”

“Put that Kikwi down.”

How—how did he—

“You heard me, Faron. Don’t give me that look. Let him go.”

As much as she wants this Kikwi to be long gone—this stupid plant has betrayed her once too many—she knows she must not disobey Lanayru.

“…Fine,” she huffs, rolling her eyes at the Thunder Dragon. “I won’t eat this—thing.” With the Kikwi tight in her grip, she holds her arm back and chucks it right at him.

“Woah-ho!” Lanayru exclaims, managing to catch it without getting slammed in the face. “I didn’t say to throw him, sweet Hylia!”

The Kikwi groans as it looks up at the Thunder Dragon with pleading eyes. “Please…save me, old man. She’s gonna—“

“I know. But she won’t anymore.” Lanayru’s voice is so soft, so calming, and it makes Faron scowl in disgust. “I’m taking you with me.”

“Ughhhh!!” She throws her hands up in dismay, glaring at the older dragon. “I hate you, Lanayru! You ruined my dinner!!”

“Well, deal with it. Find something else to eat, then. Like, I don’t know…a fish?”

“Ewww, that’s so boring!! And the Kikwis taste so good…Here, what if I spare its life, but I just eat all the leaves off its little head?”

“NO!”

“Come on, pleeeease?”

Lanayru huffs. “I said no.”

“What?? This isn’t faaaair!!” she whines, folding her arms across her chest. “It’s because I’m the youngest, isn’t it? ‘Cause you let Eldin eat whatever he wants.”

“Hold on a second, since when have I done that?? Eldin tried to eat an electric frog! And he chomped an arm off a rusted robot! You do know he’s not allowed in the desert without my permission, right?”

Faron sighs. Crap. “Yeah…I remember.”

“Good. Now I better not catch you tryin’ this again. You know, I could always bring in LD-301S Scrapper to watch over you.”

“No! Please no, not Scrapper!!” she shouts. “That robot hurls insults at us like Eldin’s fireballs! I will not have him in my hall!”

“Well then, the choice is yours.” Lanayru shrugs his shoulders with a grin. “Don’t eat Kikwis and you won’t get the mean robot.”

“Really, huh? What if I just…smash it to bits?”

“Faron!” The Thunder Dragon’s eyes go wide with horror. “I swear, if you do that—“

“Haha, I’m kidding!” she exclaims, giving him a mischievous grin. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!!”

Lanayru lets out a long sigh. “…Good grief, Faron.” He glances at the entrance behind them. “And to think I just came to say hi…whew, I’m getting tired.”

“Then go take a nap, old man! Leave me here to ‘enjoy’ my boring fish dinner alone.”

The Kikwi seems more relaxed now in Lanayru’s claw, unfortunately safe from being eaten. Ugh, I’m so- aarghhhh!

“Oh, you want me to stay?”

“No, I don’t.” Faron points at the doorway. “Get outta here, Lanayru.”

Slowly, the Thunder Dragon turns around and ducks under the water, leaving the hall with the Kikwi in his clutches. Lanayru may not be as fast a swimmer as Faron, and his old age limits him quite a bit, but he still manages.

As she watches his cloudy tail disappear around the bend, she wonders if he had perhaps followed her all the way here…it’s the only explanation for why he showed up so quickly after her arrival.

That stupid little sneaker!

With an exasperated huff, the enraged Faron grabs a pufferfish in her reach. Ugh, guess this will have to do. At least now that the Kikwi is with Lanayru, and will be from now on, she won’t have to see that bratty old plant in her woods again.

She just hopes the Thunder Dragon will be able to deal with it.

#bailey writes #faron the water dragon #lanayru the thunder dragon #skyward sword #just faron and lanayru here :) #lanayru’s got some sass 😌 #poor kikwi #based on her line in the game where she says one of them will be dinner!