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myntrose · 21 days
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ೃ⁀➷partners in crime ︻デ═一
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ft: Alastor x gn! reader
summary: It's another night at the hotel. Everyone is lounging around the shared space, or sitting at the bar. With a boost of confidence (and a few drinks) Angel finally asks the burning question everyone had : How did you and Alastor meet?
cw: demi! Alastor, established relationship(married), Alastor and reader meet when they were alive, reader is an assassin , killing and mild gore (it's alastor yall), a lot of petnames, no use of y/n, no beta we die like men
a/n: it's the way alastor got me smiling and kicking my feet. he got me to break my 1 year hiatus LMAO. also, I am aware that he's ace. I myself am somewhere along the demi spectrum, so this fic is purely for comfort n coping. if you don't like it, pls ignore :,D
wc: 1.5 k (1,469 words)
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The hotel common was filled with low gentle music and idle chatter. Vaggie and Charlie were on the couch, talking about everything and nothing. Nifty was running around chasing some poor roach. Even Cherri was here, with Sir Pentious attempting to flirt with her once again.
Husk was behind the bar, in ordinary fashion. Although he was mostly listening and doing his job, he would occasionally chide into the conversation the other two residents at the hotel were having. Angel was in the middle of telling you about how much of a headache Val was, while you gave him you condolences. It seemed like the only person missing was the radio demon himself, who was probably in his tower, making a new broadcast.
"Speakin of which..." Angel, who noticed Alastor's lack of presence, noted "I got a question for ya toots. How is it that tall, red and creepy managed to bag you as a partner? You're sweet and all, I get that. But how did you even meet-"
The loud slam of drinks caused the peace within the hotel to halt . Husk shoots a stern glare towards Angel, almost to warn him, be cautious about asking question's about Alastor and his darling, you never know if he's listening.
"It's alright, Husk" You send him a sincere smile. While he would never trust your husband, he can't help but believe your words.
"Well, Angel, let's start with this. If you've ever wondered why I'm down here in the first place, it's because of the occupation I had when I was alive. That's actually how I met Alastor."
Oh, maybe you were a thief and were trying to steal something from Alastor. Or maybe a detective that was on the case to solve his murders. Or maybe-
"I was hired to assassinate one of his targets."
oh.
You couldn't help but laugh at Angels' reaction. Sure, you were kind to those in the hotel, and definitely not as threatening as most overlords. He, and most people you met in Hell, just assumed you committed some mundane crime and got the unfortunate eternal punishment .
Taking a small sip of your drink, you start to recollect the unforgettable night that would define your current relationship.
It was supposed to be like any other job that you were given. Your employer would hand you a file, you would find the target, and get paid in return. Maybe it wasn't the most ethical way to make money, but hey, you knew how to kill so you made it work.
You had followed your target into the bar, while waiting away in the corner. Though your eyes were focused on them the entire night, you couldn't help but feel another pair of eyes on you.
It was probably some random patron in the bar, you guessed. It wasn't for another hour when you noticed that your target had left the vicinity.
The streets were dark, with the occasional street light every block or so. It was perfect place to finish your job. All you needed was for your target to turn into some alleyway, and as quietly as you followed him, you'd quietly go for the kill-
Quietly. Hold on, why was it so quite?
Looking up the street, you noticed that what was once where your target stood was now empty. There was no way he outran you, given that you would have heard his footsteps. To the right of you were the woods, maybe he took a detour?
No, everything felt wrong. Every single thought in your brain was screaming to run, to grab your gun that was hidden beneath your coat, to get out of here-
"Careful my dear, we wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?"
A cold blade found its way to your neck. Two very disturbing facts became known to you. First, was the fact that the blade was already stained red. And second, you were about to be the second kill of the night.
A million thoughts ran through your mind. Was this how you were going to die? How fast could you grab your gun? Would your employer be pissed off that you died in the job? With your eyes shut closed, you waited for the knife to make contact.
"Now now, there's no need to be so scared my dear! My, you look like a deer in headlights!"
...what?
Opening your eyes, you're met with the mysterious man who just had his weapon on you seconds ago. He seemed vaguely familiar, probably having seen him at the bar you frequent.
"It seems that I've caused you quite a scare. Do know that wasn't my intention. I just wanted to see for myself this new assassin I've heard so much about! You've caused quite the gossip, my dear. Makes good conservation."
You continued to stand in silence, with the initial shock of almost dying wearing off now. As mad as you were that you got caught, you were equally confused on just who this man was. With some more listening to his voice, the answer popped into your mind.
"You- you're that new radio host! Alastor, was it?"
Alastor's smile grew at the acknowledgment. "Indeed I am! Glad to know you've heard about me."'
Had anyone walked into the conversation you two were having, they would have assumed it was one between new acquaintances. In which one has a knife in their hand, while the other has a gun.
"You see, my dear, I've heard quite a bit about your line if work. While I am more than capable of... dealing with others, I propose that we work out some sort of deal. One where you can finally stop working for that employer of yours, and actually make a profit off your talents."
Alastor put out a hand, waiting, watching to see how you'd respond. It's been a long night for you, and you had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time you saw. Plus, if working with him meant you'd finally have to stop answering to your boss, then why the hell not. You take his hand, before agreeing to this proposition.
"...and since then, we've been business partners. Our relationship kind of just happened after a few moths."
It was nice to look back to when you first met your now-husband. Looking around the bar, you noticed that you weren't just talking to Angel. At some point, unbeknownst to you, everyone at the hotel had come over to listen to your story time.
"Well toots, I figured you had to be some sort of crazy to date smiles, but I guess it takes one to know one." Angels says while taking a shot, still reeling with that fact that someone as kind as you was a killer. Head nods and murmurs of agreement spread within the group.
Before you could say anything, a pool of dark clouds appeared to your side. From the shadows, the very man you were taking about stood before you.
"Hey, Al."
He faces you with his signature grin, before turning to the rest of the residents.
"It seems that I've became the topic of conversion while I was gone! It's quite interesting to see how interested you all are in with me and my dear's meeting."
The hint of annoyance in his voice was entertaining, to say the least. You place a hand on his shoulder, barely hovering above it.
"Aww, come of Al! They just wanted to hear how we first met! Besides, it's a fun story to tell."
"If "fun" means almost killing ya for the first time, I'd hate to know what you guys did when you started dating-" "Shut up Angel!"
You answer a few questions that were asked before everyone eventually returned back to their previous endeavors. Husk and Angel eventually sit around with the others in the common room, leaving just you and Alastor at the bar.
"It's kinda funny, now that I look back at it."
Alastor doesn't say anything, promoting you to continue.
"That night, I almost turned down that job. I was painfully tired, and all I wanted to do was go home. It's crazy to think that we wouldn't have met had I not pushed myself to take the job."
Anyone who knew Alastor would know that him asking for a partnership was simply outlandish. Hell, Alastor himself questioned why he was seeking you out in the first place.
No, underneath he knew. He knew from the first time he saw you. It was a different time from when you both officially met. When he saw you, someone so seemingly innocent, skillfully take down a man twice your size, he knew that he had to meet you.
"Well, mon chéri, it's good that you did."
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roturo · 8 months
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BITE ME
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summary: being a vampire hunter wasn't easy, and it became rougher when you encountered a cute tall white-haired vampire that would change up your opinions about them
warnings: smut, blood, vampire!gojo x vampire hunter!reader, sub!gojo, dacryphilia, gojo cries during sex lmao, kinda rushed, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, kinda fucked dumb tbh, blood lust, like it was love at first sight yass, no one is in their right mind, just horny tbh, loved this idea, maybe oc gojo idk, bc he's such a cutie pie here, aghdhsagbdy this is cute that im even surprised, never wrote for sub!gojo but idk, enjoy.
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Since little you were taught many things, but the most important one is to always hate vampires.
Living in a community divided by unnatural human beings and well, humans, made society enter into a conflict if both kinds of communities should mix. 
Your family was a well known vampire hunter, you lived in a forest far away from the city where most of the vampires usually exist between humans. Being a medical student made you learn a lot about the species that killed your dad. So being a recognized ‘vampire hunter’ wasn’t such a good thing.
Maybe that’s why you couldn’t stand being near them, nor living with them. That’s why when you had a vampire as a patient (who are most of the time the ½ vampires) you made sure of learning all about them, learning how to defend yourself from them, and even might kill them.
You have a specific freezer for human blood and some samples of whatever type of blood vampires have. Spending most of the time examining the different types of cells and differences from the human blood.
And that’s the thing. Having human blood and being alone in the middle of nowhere is not the safest option to avoid vampires.
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Gojo Satoru is a well respected young vampire, not by his ancestors though, since he decided to live more of a ‘pacific lifestyle.’ Humans had this thing where vampires couldn’t feed themselves with human blood. At this rate he doesn’t know if the new generations are good for everyone or just for humans, and do not even dare to talk about animal blood, that’s disgusting. 
But when he has the chance of drinking human blood, I'm telling you, this man becomes insatiable. Maybe that’s why society invented other types of supplements for vampires. But coming from a lofty clan, he couldn’t live from those disgusting things human called ‘’food’’
And well... when he saw this cute lady coming out from the hospital with a case full of blood bags (thanks to his supernatural power to identify the delectable human blood on his own) he couldn’t resist himself from following you until you got home.
Please let it be possible that vampires can be knocked out, you thought. You couldn't believe a vampire was standing right infront of your freezer looking for something. With all of the strength you could muster up, you swung the pan down right on his head, no doubt strong enough to give anyone a major concussion. Immediately, he fell to the ground, as lifeless as he wouldn’t be if he wasn’t a vampire.
“Holy shit…” You breathed out, shoulders high and tense. Looking down at him, you noticed how young he looked, and in all honesty, he didn’t look threatening at all. You felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he wasn’t a vampire after all, and you might’ve just killed him.
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So that’s how you find yourself here and how you might met the love of your life.
Edging closer to the man, you bent down to see if he was breathing. He was completely still. That didn’t tell you much, though, as he could be dead or…the undead.
Thank god you had a basement here, especially if anything like this happened. I guess following your dad's steps really helped you out. Which was why it was the best place to drag the vampire into. Maybe you could keep him in there and question him on how the hell he got into your house, and at the same time, you could keep him at a safe distance from yourself.
He was much heavier than you thought he was, but you guessed that came from his height. He was still unconscious but you guessed that it wouldn’t be for long. Suddenly, two large hands grabbed the rusted metal bars from inside of the room and you screamed as his face had come into view like a jump scare.
“Get me out.”
You backed up from the window as far as you could, going to the other side of the room. You didn’t know why you were so scared, mainly because he was behind a locked door. You guessed that despite whatever vampire strength he had, he couldn’t get himself out.
Maybe it’s the hit on his head still playing games? The metal bars your dad gave you for this?
“What are you doing? Let me out!” He frowned. “Why did you put me in here?”
“W-why are you in my house?” You asked him. He didn’t say anything for a second.
‘’Ah.. shit.’’ Right, the blood bags. “Bitch, I was hungry!” He yelled back, making you recoil. Did he just call you a bitch? “That’s why I’m here, because I was hungry and I thought that maybe I could steal some of the blood bags you have.’’
‘‘Have you been stalking me?!’’ How does this vampire know about the blood bags?!
‘‘Uh-... no?... Yes.’’
You sighed. “Do you have anywhere else to go?”
“No…not really.” He said as if he was embarrassed. “I decided to drop out of college when I turned, so I can’t go back on campus.”
 “You can stay here if you want.” You didn’t exactly feel sure about him staying here, but he might help you with your research. He’s still a vampire after all… he’s a threat. But fuck it, that's how you learn new things. You asked for his name after you told yours.
‘‘Okay… Gojo Satoru. But you have to stay in there for a while, until I trust you.’’
“What about when I’m hungry?” He asked.
“I’ll figure that out’’
“What about when I’m lonely?”
“...’’
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The faint sound of Gojo calling in your name woke you up. 
“What the fuck…?” You frowned, squinted eyes getting used to the sunlight. “Oh my fucking gosh.” You quickly got up from your bed, putting on your slippers, and stumbling out of your room, barely able to walk in a straight line. You stomped your way down two flights of stairs until you were met with Gojo holding on to the bars again. “What?!”
“Hi.” He greeted you. “It’s tomorrow, right? I can’t really tell since I’ve been locked in a basement of a dungeon with no light. But if it’s tomorrow, can I have a blood bag? It’s been weeks since I’ve eaten.’’
‘‘And why haven’t you eaten? There’s literal stores for you, vampires!’’
‘‘Ah.. well… I don’t like those.’’
‘‘What?...’’ You looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. “You woke me up at 7 in the morning for a blood bag?”
“In my defense, I didn’t know it was 7.” He shrugged. You opened up the door of the cell, walking up the stairs, still tired from waking up only ten minutes ago. You heard him follow you, steps surprisingly light for someone as tall as he was.
He started looking around your house, kinda creepy for a vampire if you keep looking at weapons for them.
‘‘Um.. Are you a vampire hunter?’’
‘‘Yes.’’
He chuckled at your answer and sat on top of the table. ‘Why? Weren’t they banned like years ago? Humans even live with vampires, that’s silly from you.’’
‘‘Maybe I wouldn’t be silly if your kind didn’t killed my dad.’’
.... Shit. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.
‘‘Oh... I’m sorry.’’
You sighed, he didn’t mean it in a bad way, he shouldn’t receive this type of behavior from you.
‘‘It 's… okay. I’m not a vampire hunter like it, i’m more like a vampire examinator?’’ Well, you didn’t even think about that one before, if you didn’t want to kill vampires why are you doing this?
You handed him a blood bag from the freezer, watching his eyes light up made you slightly smile, he’s kinda cute. You woke up from your trance and slightly shook your head away from those thoughts.
“Remember not to rip it open and spill it.” You said. “Especially not on these old floors, it’ll soak right in.”
“Oh…right.” He said, twisting open the nozzle and drinking from there. You watched him down it in less than thirty seconds, his brows furrowed in concentration. After he was done, he set it down on the counter.
‘‘Uh.. Can I stay again tonight?... I can sleep on the floor again!’’
....
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One night turned into two nights, and two nights turned into a week, and a week, turned into a month.
You found yourself smiling at him, not noticing how used to him you’ve gotten. He was very peculiar in the least, but you guessed that was mainly because of him being a vampire. You found yourself wondering what he was like when he was a human. It was weird to know that the two of you were always in such close proximity without knowing it. Maybe it was fate. You snapped back into reality once he smiled at you, and you didn’t even think to return the smile. Instead, you looked down at your hands, picking at your nails as if you were busy. Honestly, you were embarrassed to get caught looking at the handsome vampire with boyish charm.
“Y'know…you’ve been holding out really well, so far.” You told him. “You have even helped me with my researches, nothing that I didn’t knew about, but still helped me confirm me”
He turned to look at you. “Really?” He asked, eyes brightening up a little.
“Really.” You nodded with a smile, and he lazily smiled back. “So, I’ve decided to give you a little present.”
“A present? What is it?” He asked curiously, words muffled by the fact that he was still entranced by the tv and some vampire supplement you bought for him 
“Guess.” You told him, feeling a bit mischievous. “I’ll give you a hint. It’s almost like…Why did we meet in the first place.”
“Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. “I’ve never hit you with a pan though? Or have I?” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t think too hard, you even called me bitch for it’’
“But I really can’t think of anything?” He said. “Can you just give me it? I’m not good at this guessing game…”
“Satoru…” You sighed, something was happening to you, on him... leaned towards him, softly caressing his cheek and giving him a small peck. That wasn’t the surprise, and you were as surprised as him when you did that. It’s just that his eyes looked so beautiful, his messy hair covering his forehead, and his cheeky smile while watching some shitty show on the tv... He froze in surprise, enough to not be able to kiss you back. 
“Oh…” He chuckled nervously, and you swore something on him changed the moment he looked right into your eyes again. “Can you maybe do it again?” He asked.
You responded with another kiss, one that he had returned this time, except for more fervor. It was like he was waiting to kiss you, dreaming about your lips on his. Did this mean…that you felt the same? Were you as infatuated with him as he was to you? He doubted that it was possible. All without you knowing, he might’ve fallen in love. Falling in love with a vampire, what they trained you hate most...  It only had to be fate that brought you two together.
“I really like you.” Gojo blurted out once you two parted.
“Do you mean that?” You asked him, slight insecurity peeking out from your otherwise hard shell. “I doubt you’ve met very many people in your life.”
‘‘Oh I have, but no one could compare to you sugar.’’ His lips attached to yours again, it’s like he was waiting for this moment his whole life.
¨S-satoru, wait!¨ He immediately stopped his actions, looking worried and for any kind of threat in you.
‘‘That wasn’t the surprise, you can try human blood again.’’
‘‘You got new blood bags? That’s amazing!’’ He was about to stand up from the couch when you stopped him sitting down on his lap, which made him froze.
‘‘I mean it's like… human, human. You can try my blood.’’
‘‘What?'' Silence passed.
''Are you sure? You’re not going to kill me or something right? I’ve seen those knifes you have in the basement and that could sure even kill Dracula.’’ You nodded and laughed at what he said.
He gulped, dark red eyes honing into the beating vein on the left side of your neck. He hesitantly bent down, nose to your neck as he took a big whiff of your sweet blood. He shut his eyes, fighting off the instinct to groan at just how good you smelled.
You chuckled at his reaction, ‘‘I mean it Satoru, this is me saying I like you too. I trust you.’’ With one more second of hesitation, he bit into your neck with his sharp fangs, and you felt a sharp pain. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter as you tried to distract yourself from the pain.
He couldn’t stop the moans of satisfaction at the magnificent taste of your blood, and you gradually noticed that something felt weird. You still felt the pain on the bite, but Gojo’s demeanor changed. It was almost as if he was enjoying it too much. His hands were grabby, not only on your hips, but in your waist and your bottom, and you gasped in surprise.
You started to notice what was going on when you felt how hard he was, his bulge pushing into your stomach.
¨’Toru…?’’ You breathed out, feeling light headed. He moaned, suddenly grinding his lower half into you. He then retracted his fangs, looking at you with wide, lust blown eyes, your blood dribbling down his chin.
“I’m s-sorry-“ He whined, placing you on the counter and rutting himself into you. “I’m so sorry, I-I don’t mean, to, I can’t help it-“ He broke out into an erotic moan, and despite how lightheaded and out of it you were, it aroused you to no end.
You assured him it was okay, looking into his eyes, you could find lust, but mostly embarrassment from it. You didn’t know that he could get this worked up from his own bloodlust, but you weren’t complaining. The only thing you had a problem with was the fact that there were too many clothes separating the both of you, but you didn’t think neither of you were in the right minds to seperate and take each article off.
“Can I be inside of you?” Gojo asked in between harsh breaths. “Please, please, please, I want to so bad-“ It was almost as if he was in pain, rutting into you so hard that you bounced on top of his lap each time. You nodded your head aggressively, opening your legs so you were caging his. You were wearing black leggings, and you thought that they’d be quick and easy to take off, but Gojo instead decided to rip them down the middle, doing so with ease.
“Satoru…!”
“Sorry! It’s just… I can’t take it any more baby..” He apologized over and over again, even as he released his cock from its confines, holding the thick base in between a shaky fist. He moved your panties to the side and slid in with one thrust. The both of you whined loudly at that, and he couldn’t wait any further before he started pounding into you with fervor. You heard the sound of your wet heat, but you didn’t care, mouth agape in a silent scream as he pounded into you with no remorse.
Well…some remorse. He couldn’t stop apologizing as he fucked into you, begging for you to forgive him for being so dirty and succumbing uncontrollable urges.
You yelped as he picked you up from the back of the couch, holding you in his arms as he dropped you on his cock over and over.
“Fuck!” You cursed. “M-more, more-“ You chanted, feeling his cock deep inside of you. You saw tears start to slide down his cheeks and he cried with pleasure. You clenched around him, wanting to see him unravel even more, which made him fuck you on his cock even faster, using you like a rag doll. His vampire strength had kicked in once he drank your sweet blood, something that he was afraid he’d get addicted on since he tasted you for the first time.
He was addicted to your warmth, your lips, your blood, and especially the way your pussy just sucked him in, holding tight and never letting go
“F-fuck, ‘toru, I’m cumming!” You moaned, your pussy convulsing around his cock and making him go crazy. You came around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He nearly slammed you into a wall, fucking you roughly, the slick from your cum making it easier to slide in and out of you.
You were extremely overstimulated, your abused pussy needing a break, but Gojo couldn’t stop. He let out nearly pornographic moans as he fucked you through yet another orgasm, not even noticing exactly what you were going through.
You just had to sit there, his cock inside of you, moaning his name again and again., taking just what he needed to give you.
“Oh fuck, (Y/N)-“ He whined, more tears spilling out of his eyes. You were out of it, dazed and cock drunk. “I’m gonna cum— ah!” He mewled out as he finally came, stilling inside of you as he filled you up. His legs shook as he shut his eyes tightly in pleasure.
After he finally calmed down, it was as if he returned to his senses. He quickly pulled out, immediately apologizing as you winced. He gently put you down, but your knees buckled, almost dropping to the floor, yet he caught you.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry-“ He said, putting his softening member back in his pants. “I can’t believe I just did that to you, I really didn’t mean to, are you okay?“
“‘Toru, I’m fine.” You said to him, holding onto him tightly so you wouldn’t fall. You were still a bit lightheaded, but you were able to reassure him. “I didn’t expect it, but I’m really okay.”
“You shouldn’t have let me drink from you.” He said, tears still falling. “I’ve ruined everything, how could I get so out of-“
You interrupted him with a kiss to shut him up.
“Listen, ‘toru…” You said softly, the nickname making him calm down a bit. “You did nothing wrong. At all. I am more than fine. In fact…I really liked it.”
You watched as his ears got red. “Y-you liked…that? Did I not hurt you?”
You shook your head with a chuckle. “No. In fact…you made me feel really…really good.” You smiled, making him get even more flustered. “I’m just kind of tired. As good as you made me feel, you wore me the hell out.”
“I can carry you to your bed.” Gojo said, quick to pick you up. she then noticed your ripped leggings and destroyed panties. He gulped, feeling even more sorry. “And I can help you change into clothes that aren’t ripped…”
¨What if I tell you I want another round?¨
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lemonmatronics · 4 months
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THE POPPY PLAYTIME CHAPTER 3 TRAILER IS SOOO!,?!.?.!.
What a great treat to wake up to—Excuse me while I go insane and spill some thoughts, reactions, theories, and predictions below please
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
SO LIKE FIRST OFF this chapter is gonna fuck, like this looks SO good holy shit
The setting and environment looks amazing but also the new hands mechanic along with the mask ohhhh this is gonna be FUN
Okay rambling about screenshots I took time
First off the environments look great, holy wow
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The house itself looks kinda small so idk if that is the orphanage itself or some kind of set. Cause you can see fake sky walls around it, but like this is Playtime Co they would definitely do that to the orphanage also to give an illusion of outside. Either way it looks GREAT and I’m really excited to explore this setting
Just a nice shot of all the critters
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I’m really curious if all the critters are gonna be utilized somehow. We know about Catnap and Dogday already, especially after the trailer itself. Though there was also the footage of Bobby running down the hall, looking like a normal plushie, and possibly seeing Hoppy in the trailer too. (I’ll touch on that later)
New Poster
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Definitely looks like some company propaganda to try and keep kids from being afraid of CatNap. Judging by the files we got before looks like the results were a mixed bag. Considering the gas is there in the poster it’s definitely a company only poster, not something they could sell outside. They manipulated this kids so bad man :(
A CLEANER LOOK OF THIS THING,,,
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THATS A SKELETON COMING OUT OF PUGAPILLAR’S MOUTH…Like that’s just straight up human remains.
I don’t think we’ve ever seen that before in this game. Like blood yeah plenty but BONES? They’re definitely amping things up for this chapter and I’m 100% here for it.
Besides that there’s a ton of plushies and such stabbed onto this weird thing. Is it a shrine? It doesn’t look like it could really move tbh, and if it was meant to be alive those parts aren’t doing anything to help it.
This poor mf
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I’ve seen a lot of people speculate this is DogDay, which is a valid guess, but tbh my first thought was Hoppy. You can tell they have long droopy ears, which lines up with both candidates to me. Though I think the ears look a bit slimmer than what Dog Day’d would be, plus the angle on the head looks more like they’re dropping from the top of the head rather than the sides. I feel like if this was DogDay the whole head silhouette would be different because of the ears, which makes me lean towards Hoppy more.
I know her toy gives her long pointed up ears, but going off art and animation her ears can definitely fold
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So I don’t think it’s out of the question that as a Bigger Bodies being her ears could fold over like that, especially while stuck like this.
Now I could be the one wrong here but I really think this is Hoppy. Won’t know until the game itself though so, I won’t treat either as divinities yet. It could just as easily be the case everyone else is right and it is DogDay, there’s evidence for that as well (Again, I’ll touch on that later).
So much happened here where do I even start
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Obvious out the bat I guess, Kissy Missy is back!! And looks like Poppy isn’t ditching us alone either! Man I cannot tell it Poppy is good or not at this point, gray area? Trailer dialogue definitely sounded like she was supporting us.
“We’re coming! Just hold on!”
It’s really nice seeing Kissy back, really excited to see how she’s gonna help and play into this. I’ve been on the stance that she’s good ever since she helped in chapter 2 so this is really cathartic for me lmao.
As for what Poppy says here I found it interesting, like really interesting. Like, hearing it the first time made me think she casually confirmed something massive interesting. Granted, actually thinking about it longer, it could mean something else entirely. But was that the whole point?
“What’s happening down here is bigger than all of us. I need you. So we can revenge on those monsters who’ve tortured you, who’ve tortured us.”
“Those monsters who’ve tortured you”
Now, once I thought about it this is most likely referring to the literal monsters in the factory. Huggy, Mommy, CatNap, so on and such. But that’s not what my initial assumption was.
When Poppy referred to “monsters”, by first thought was the people working at the factory. I thought she said people at the factory tortured us.
I thought she confirmed that we’re a toy.
Once I thought about it longer, it doesn’t actually confirm that. But what if that’s the entire point? A double meaning line?
Now the player being a toy theory is something that’s been around since chapter 1, a theory I’ve fully stood by since then and still do. I like to think that’s why our character is completely silent, we’re a toy that can’t speak. Mute toys is something we’ve seen plenty of in the factory, more so than toys that actually talk. (Unless you count stuff like the Smiling Critters cartoon or the cardboard cutouts, but I’m talking purely living beings here.)
So while this doesn’t confirm the theory, this line is definitely throwing wood into the fire for me.
DogDay
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Wether or not the chained Bigger Body above us DogDay or Hoppy, we have it confirmed here that DogDay is featured heavily in this chapter as an enemy. Again, I really wonder if the other Smiling Critters will show up as threats as well. Maybe a mixed bag of good and bad critters. If the chained up Bigger Body is DogDay, I wonder why he chases us after we assumingely set him free.
One note I’ll give that is to evidence for the chained bigger body being DogDay is that in the thumbnail you can see a shackle on his wrist
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His arms are also long and lanky, which is why I won’t completely rule out it possibly being him there. It’s just as possible that it is him, both feel very plausible to me.
Though looking at the game footage, I’m not sure if can can see anything on his wrists. Additionally his arms look much wider than the one in thumbnail.
Additionally, the DogDay in the thumbnail looks so much like a…mascot suit? You can see seams and stitches all over him. Even other Bigger Bodies don’t look like that. Which is something I wanna give its own post to to figure deeper on.
So is this even the same DogDay at all?
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It’s not completely out of the question there could be multiple DogDays, though that begs the question, what about other Smiling Critters? What about other toys as a whole?
Here’s my prediction on it. One Bigger Bodies experiment, and then there’s smaller ones approximately the size of their normal toys.
I think the DogDay in the thumbnail is a result of the Bigger Bodies testing, and the one actually chasing us is just a smaller more “normal” DogDay.
But if that’s true then it begs the question, what about other critters? We’ve seen a smaller Bobby before, does she also have a Bigger Bodies version?
Do they all have a Bigger Bodies equivalent?
Is there still a normal CatNap?
Again, all speculation but this chapter especially is really tickling my brain.
And finally we’ve got the man of the hour
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Man he is so much lankier than I thought he would be. That definitely explains why his face was so high up on that one cam footage though. Here I was thinking he’d be bulky!
There isn’t too much to say here other than CatNap is definitely gonna be an imposing threat, and I’m very excited to see him in game. So far we’ve mainly seen him through silhouettes, and light peeks at small portions of his design. Seeing him better is game is gonna be a thrill and I’m so ready for it!
Additionally, just for the sake of adding on, we’ve seen these posters apparently from overseas get spread around lately
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Both of these definitely look like they’re meant to be company only posters, ones you’d find in the schooling and orphanage areas.
The left poster telling kids to go inside right away when recess is up, nothing super deep here. Just a peek at the schooling that had here, and that these kids had their lives completely contained within the factory.
The second poster is CatNap telling Huggy to go to sleep, another attempt at convincing children CatNap isn’t dangerous. If Huggy is fine they will be too, right?
Anyways that’s my initial thoughts and reactions right after watching the trailer. VERY excited about this game, it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to brainstorm on my own over a game like this so I’m really looking forward to what this chapter has to give.
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Stay A While - Jason Todd/Red Hood
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Pairing: Jason Todd x reader
Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff w a shot of angst
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: you’ve always been one to suffer in silence, shutting yourself in your apartment for the duration of your episodes. but Jason Todd doesn’t want to sit idly by and watch you suffer alone, even if it annoys you
CW: depressed! reader, mentions of depressive episodes, negative thoughts/self talk, Jason is overbearing, mentions of insomnia, reader struggles to eat, some violence (out on patrol), the rest of the family kinda sucks in this lmao
this is for the people who followed me expecting Batfam/DC content and didn’t unfollow when I didn’t post any for months 😭 I love y’all. also idk the idea of soft! Jason makes me so emotional. also I WOULD LOVE SOME DC OR BATFAM REQUESTS!!! if there’s anything you want me to write I will gladly do it 🫶🏼 (also let’s ignore the fact that this is like my 3rd angsty post in the past few days oops)
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It was common knowledge around Wayne Manor that disappearing into your room (or apartment) for a few days meant something different for everyone. Usually, it wasn’t anything to worry about. 
Sometimes it would be Tim finally sleeping when he’s pushed himself too far. Other times, it was Dick working a case and refusing to leave until he knew what to do. For Bruce, it usually meant he was injured and trying to hide it from everyone. 
Jason was still finding these things out little by little, so when you suddenly disappeared into your apartment, he was worried. 
“Honestly, it’s nothing to worry about,” Tim tried to ease his mind. “Y/n tends to retreat when things get bad.”
“And you guys are okay with that?”
Dick shrugged, adjusting the ice pack he had pressed to his forehead. “We tried the first time it happened. After a while, we realized that alone time is the only thing that really works. If y/n needs help, y/n will reach out.”
And the topic ended there. Or at least, it did for Dick and Tim. Jason couldn’t stop thinking about it though—did they really just let you suffer in your apartment all alone whenever you had an episode? The thought made his skin crawl. 
He’s had a few bad episodes over the course of his life, and while he managed to deal with it alone, he didn’t think that you should have to. 
Maybe that’s what led him to your apartment at four in the morning with a bag of takeout. 
You open the door dressed in your pyjamas despite not having slept a wink. You're almost surprised to see Jason standing there with the paper bag. Didn’t everyone know to let you ride it out on your own? You thought they decided to stop bugging you ages ago. 
Still, you don’t think it was fair to slam the door in his face, and instead welcome him inside. “What are you doing here, Jason?”
“Just thought I’d check on you,” he sets the bag on the counter. “Haven’t seen you in a while and wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
You squint at him. Did he really think you were that dumb? You figured he would have asked Dick or Bruce right away if you suddenly fell off the face of the earth, and they would have told him about your situation. Jason and you had never been particularly close, either, so why was he here?
He raises his hands in defeat. “I just want to make sure you’re taken care of somewhat. Alright? I’ll leave you alone after that.”
“I mean, I’m fine aren’t I?”
Your words come out harsher than you’d like, but you can’t help but be annoyed at the sudden intrusion. Not to mention the implication that you can’t take care of yourself. 
“You clearly haven’t slept in a while so we both know that’s some bullshit.”
You sigh. He’s right, after all. You can’t remember the last time you slept, let alone for more than a few hours. Though used to staying up late on missions and patrols, you never went this long. 
“I just have a lot on my mind, I guess,” you admit. “But I can take care of myself, Jason. So while I appreciate the concern, you can leave.”
He doesn’t protest, instead grumbling to himself while you show him to the door and effectively kick him out of your apartment. He stands outside the door for a while, wondering if he should try harder. 
He decides against it, and thinks he’ll just have to check on you again tomorrow. 
You almost feel guilty unpacking the takeout he got you, but then again, there weren’t many days lately where guilt and stress didn’t weigh heavily on you. As soon as you felt that familiar flood of negative thoughts and emotions, you knew it was time to withdraw. Still, through all of your episodes, you were yet to experience one quite this bad. 
It’s nice that Jason checked on me, you think to yourself. At least someone thought of you. Sure, you’d told the others countless times over the years that solitude while you sort through your thoughts was imperative, and it was true. Regardless, it was nice to have someone check on you, even if it was annoying. 
You dish yourself a plate of Chinese food and sit down on your couch, looking out at Gotham city through the window. It’s a dim, rainy night and the weather does nothing to help your mood. You find yourself picking at your food, having only a few bites before packing it up and leaving it in the fridge. 
You didn’t eat much, but it’s a start. 
Jason tries to push back the thoughts of you on patrol the next night, but he can’t. He just thinks of the bags that line your under eyes and the way your voice cracked when you said you were fine. 
It’s only when he damn near loses an eye to a stray bullet that he realizes he can’t ignore it anymore. He ducks around a corner, ready to head back to his bike. 
“Hood, where are you going?” Nightwing calls after him. 
“I gotta go check on something!”
Red Robin scoffs, “y/n is a big kid, Todd. Just leave it alone.” 
He shakes his head at the younger boy. He wants to argue with him but for once in his life, Jason Todd bites his tongue and turns the other cheek. 
When you open the door, you’re unsurprised to see Jason Todd standing there in his Red Hood suit. “Jason?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, walking past you straight into your apartment. “I’m back.”
“I—welcome back?” You close the door behind him, spinning around on your heel and raising an eyebrow at the man in your living room. 
“Look, I know I said I’d leave when I knew you were taken care of but I don’t—you’re not. Like, seriously, y/n, just talk to me.”
You sigh and take a seat on the couch. “Do you really want to listen?”
“Yes,” he says and sits down next to you, dropping his helmet on the cushion next to him. “If it helps you, I’ll listen til my damn ears bleed.”
His words are almost enough to bring a smile to your face, the muscles twitching almost painfully. You nod slowly, drawing your knees into your chest. 
Jason analyzes your body language, seeing just how vulnerable and small you really are despite your usual front. He knows to tread lightly here. 
“I—,” you tug on your hair slightly, trying to think of how to verbalise it. “Have you ever been so tired, like beyond tired, that you can’t sleep?”
He goes to speak, but thinks the better of it. You don’t need to hear about his own problems right now, but the truth is he has. He’s been where you are before—guilt and misery weighing so heavily on him that he can’t breathe. 
“I don’t even know what triggered it. I was fine one day and then all of a sudden….” You gesture to your current state in hopes he gets the idea. “I really hate feeling like this,” tears prick at your eyes and your nose stings with every word, “but I’ve never really found a way to make it stop and—and—“
Jason is almost as surprised as you are when he sets a gloved hand on your shoulder. “Y/n,” his voice is soft, “it’s okay to feel this way.”
His touch helps ground you and you manage to take a deep, shaking breath. “I don’t want you to see me like this, Jason,” you say quietly, voice so soft he almost doesn’t hear.
“There’s no shame in the way you’re feeling.”
“I know that I just—can you just go? Please?”
He opens his mouth to speak, to argue with you, but thinks the better of it. You look so soft and sad and vulnerable. He doesn’t want to push his luck and push you further away from him. 
He grabs his helmet and stands up. “Have a good night, y/n. I hope you manage to get some rest tonight.”
You watch Jason Todd walk out of your apartment door for the second night in a row. 
Jason is surprised when his phone screen lights up with your picture while he’s on patrol. The last person he’d expect to call him at two in the morning was you, especially considering he hadn’t heard from you in a few days. 
He tried to come and visit you the next night, but he couldn’t bring himself to knock at your door. Y/n’s tough, he thought to himself. You don’t need his help. 
He can’t pick up the phone in the middle of a fight, though, and has to wait until the henchmen are in a pile on the ground. He doesn’t even retort to Damian’s comment on how long it took him to take them down—his mind too focused on you and what could possibly be wrong. 
He pulls his phone out of his pocket, pressing redial on your number. Please be okay, he thinks. 
You answer on the third ring, your voice sounding soft and defeated. “Jason?”
“Y/n? Is everything okay?”
“I-I just…” you sigh into the phone and Jason’s heart clenches at the sound. “I don’t really want to be alone right now.”
Jason considers this for only a second. “Alright, I’ll be there in 10.”
He hangs up the call and shoves his phone back into his pocket, making the walk back to his bike. 
“Todd?” Robin says in his earpiece. 
“Pipe down, brat. I have more important things to deal with tonight.”
“More important than protecting the city?” Nightwing says over the comms. 
You have no idea, he wants to say. But he doesn’t, opting to turn off the ear piece and focus on getting to you as quickly as he can. He said he’d be there in 10 minutes, but he’s at your apartment door in 7. 
You’re waiting at the door when he knocks, a blanket over your shoulders, curled in on yourself. As soon as you open the door, you’re wrapping your arms around him. 
His suit is damp from the rain, soaking into your pyjamas and making you shiver. Still, you don’t let go of him. It’s been a particularly rough day, and you needed some company to combat the thoughts filling your head.  
“Miss me?” He jokes. 
You say nothing, content to hold him as close to you as possible. He rubs your back gently before wrapping his arms around you and half carrying you back into your apartment. 
He closes the door behind him, awkwardly adjusting to hold you up with one arm. Not that it’s much of a struggle for him, considering he’s a lot bigger than you are. 
He’s torn, he doesn’t want to let go until you do, but he wants to talk to you and figure out why you needed him so badly. Lucky for him, he doesn’t have to make that choice because suddenly you’re pulling away from him and tucking your hair behind your ears. 
You look anywhere but him. “Um, thanks for coming…”
“Anytime.” 
You try to think of something to say after that, anything to break the ice and explain yourself and not make this a huge waste of time for him. Before you can speak, though, Jason goes first. 
“You don’t have to explain it to me if you don’t want to,” he says. “I know it’s hard.”
You nod slowly, every movement of your body feels sluggish and heavy. You got a few hours of sleep the other day, but only out of sheer exhaustion. Now, it seems the exhaustion is catching up. 
“I’m just gonna…sit down,” you plop onto the couch cushion and pull your knees into your chest. You pat the cushion next to you, inviting him closer. 
Jason takes off his helmet and jacket, laying them on the kitchen island before sitting next to you. “Have you slept much?”
You shake your head, resting your cheek on the cushion and looking into his eyes. “A few hours the other day but…nothing since.”
“Did you want to try while I’m here?”
His eyes are soft, a jarring contrast from his other features. It’s almost as if he’s pleading with you. 
“Y-yeah, okay,” you slowly rise from the couch, your damp pyjamas clinging to your body. You usher for Jason to follow you to your room. 
You dig through your drawers, looking for a pair of clean pyjamas. You settle on a t-shirt you stole from Dick ages ago and a pair of sweats you used for training. Jason looks away while you change, trying his best to respect your privacy despite the way his face heats up. 
You crawl into your bed, trying to rearrange the messy comforter to cover your body. “Do you…is it okay if you lay with me? It only has to be until I fall asleep.”
Jason knows he’s pushing his limits, his heart racing at the thought of being in bed with you. He shakes the thoughts away—this is completely innocent. He’s just taking care of you. 
“Yeah, I can stay a while.”
Jason lays down next to you, his broad frame taking up more than half of your bed. Your breath catches in your throat at his proximity, and his warmth draws you in. Somehow, for the first time in days, his presence is enough to let you relax. 
Jason lays with you for some time, just staring at the back of your head while you cuddle your pillow. You must have fallen asleep at some point, because your breathing is even and your body is relaxed. 
He smiles, it’s the most calm he’s seen you in days. He knows you’re sleeping now and he can leave, but he doesn’t want to. What if you wake up and he’s gone? He doesn’t want to risk upsetting you. 
You roll over in your sleep, your head landing perfectly under his arm and on his chest. His breath hitches in his throat at the contact. He tries to adjust his body to make it as comfortable as possible for you to lay on him. 
He wraps an arm around your waist, cradling you within his own body. Jason can’t help but think to himself in this moment that he’ll take care of you no matter what, even if you can’t take care of yourself. 
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agnessharknes · 1 year
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Very new to the fandom but I'm obsessed with your melissa fics. Can I request one where most of the staff don't realise melissa has a partner, and reader comes into school during career day or something for the kids, maybe Mel and reader being flirty/friendly makes everyone else confused or ava says something about reader in the staff room that makes mel reply idk,
The One With They Find Out
Summary: “Wait so you pulled a Jacob on us?”
Warnings: Fluff.
A/n: This is so cute. Also sorry 👀 fic has been postponed I simply can’t write three of those in a row lmao. Imma do something a lil different than career day bc idk how to get reader there since usually career day is a parent coming to chat and i feel like Mel wouldnt date a student’s parent…but thats the only diff to the request.
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“Oh shit I’m running so late. Okay,” she said running around the house grabbing her bags and keys. “I’m headed out! I’ll see you tonight,” she yelled into the kitchen.
“Wait Mel your-,” you began to yell. But se was already out the door with a slam.
Your hands were wet from washing dishes from the night before and you had no earthly idea where your phone was. It wasn’t usual that Melissa was late to work. But this morning neither of your alarms went off, a power outage in the neighborhood not allowing you to charge your phones.
Hopefully Melissa had her phone plugged in to charge in the car. She still had a house phone that neither of you understood why you continued to pay that phone bill.
“I think it comes with…with my plan?” she said one night when you pointed it out, the cord dangling from the wall in the kitchen.
You rolled your eyes drying your hands off and running to call her.
“Pick up, pick up,” you whispered. But the call immediately went to voicemail.
Normally you wouldn’t try this hard to tell her she’d left her lunch. She had plenty of places around the school she could grab lunch and usually she went out with Barbara anyway instead of bringing something from home. But she was so excited last night about having her left overs for lunch.
“This,” she said, pointing at her dish, “is real Italian.”
“I guess I’ll drive up and bring it to her,” you said, unpacking the back and sticking everything back in the fridge. You knew her schedule and today she had lunch at 12:30. 12:15 if she was lucky. It all depended on how fast she could get her kids to the lunch room.
So you went about your to-do list and made sure your phone was charging in case she called.
You left around noon, the drive taking 20 minutes. Finding parking was easy and you were even able to stop and grab her some of those cookies she liked from the bakery around the corner from the house.
“Well, hey Sarah! I didn’t know you worked here,” you smiled seeing a woman from your pilates class at the front desk.
“Oh my gosh! Hey!” she smiled, walking around to give you a hug.
“What are you doing here?”
“Melissa left her lunch at home so I thought I’d bring it to her,” you smiled, lifting the lunch box.
“Oh. I didn’t know you two were partners, that’s great,” Sarah said, slightly shocked. “She’s probably in the teacher’s lounge. Down the hall, take a right.”
You were given a visitors badge before you left to find her. You’d never actually been in the building before. Timing didn’t usually work out for tou to pick her up and usually once she was done with school for the day, she didn’t want to fraternize with the staff until the next business day. Unless it was Barbara. You two knew each other.
“Is that who I think it is?” you heard Barbara say as you walked past her in the hallway.
“Barbara!”
“How are you? It’s been a minute, what are you doing here?!” she asked giving you a hug.
“Melissa forgot her lunch, I thought I’d bring it to her.”
“She’ll be pleased to see you. She was so cross this morning when she realized she forgot it. Is the power back on over there?”
“It is. It came back on around 5 I think. But it was out for a while, I think we came home to it out from dinner last night.”
“She’s still in class but I’ll walk you to the lounge. Oh, it is so good to see you. Tell me how you’ve been, what you’re up to!”
The two of you walked to the to the teacher’s lounge while you caught up. It had been a few months since you’d seen Barbara. Actually, it was last Thanksgiving you saw her.
“Y/n, this is Janine, Jacob, Ava, Gregory, and you know Mr. Johnson,” Barbara said as you walked in. You waived with nothing else, following her to the magical table you always heard about.
“Um…who is that?” Gregory whispered to Janine. She shrugged, looking at Jacob who shrugged back.
"Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?" you heard from behind you.
"You left your lunch. I thought I'd bring it to you."
Melissa smiled, taking it from you.
"Well, thanks, hon." She opened it, excited to eat the meal she'd been craving all morning.
Everyone else stared, watching the interaction between you, Barbara, and Melissa. Chatting away about something over the weekend. There was silence, and the three of you looked around.
"Uh...," Melissa said, seeing all eyes on her.
"Hi, I'm Jacob," Jacob said, walking up to you.
"Oh, I'm sorry. This is my partner, Y/n," Melissa said, standing, placing her hand on your back, and lightly pushing you toward the rest of the group. They all gave interesting looks before looking back at Melissa.
"Wait partner? As in like...as in...like a lover?" Gregory asked. Your cheeks blushed, realizing that Melissa hadn't mentioned you. Which you were okay with. You just didn't think this would be how she introduced you.
"Sure, Gregory," Melissa smirked, "We...make love." The three of you laughed at the embarrassment in his face. Why did she have to respond to it like that?
"Wait, so, how long have you two been together?" Janine asked.
You and Melissa looked at each other and then at Barbara, all of you trying to do the math in your heads.
"What, about...a year...and a half?" Barbara said.
"A year?!" Jacob asked, surprised.
"Jacob, you and Zach were together for over a year before you mentioned his name." Gregory looked at Jacob, who nodded his head and agreed with the statement.
"Wait, so you pulled a Jacob on us?" Janine asked.
Jacob threw up his hands in defeat, looking at Melissa.
"I mean, I guess. Noneyas ever asked, so I never told. Plus, my love life has nothin' to do with you."
You giggled, listening to how the teachers spoke with each other. It was like a new world. A totally different Melissa. You were intrigued.
"Well, I should get back to work, but it was lovely to meet you all," you said to the others before giving Barbara a hug.
"Are we still down for Saturday?" you asked her.
"Oh, absolutely. I've been waiting all week." Melissa didn't know, but you two were off to shop for rings. Not for anything like a proposal. But Melissa's birthday was coming up, and you thought a right would be a nice gift.
"What are you two up to on Saturday?" Melissa asked.
"Oh, there was this gardening place I wanted to show Y/n. We've been talking about it for weeks now."
"I'm not gardening with you," Melissa shot you a look.
"I won't make you, I promise," you smiled, kissing her. "I'll see you at home...teach." She bumped you, seeing the smirk on your face.
"Bye, hon."
"Bye, you all. It was great meeting you. I hear a lot about you at home," you smiled. "You're all...exactly how I imagined you."
"Melissa and Barbara laughed as they showed you out.
"I can't believe Melissa has a partner, and we didn't know about it," Janine said.
"It's Melissa. I'm surprised she even let us see her with her partner," Gregory scoffed.
"Anyone else have any secret lovers that no one knows about?" Jacob asked, looking at the two of them. Barbara and Melissa looked back and forth between the two, who were clearly uncomfortable with that question.
"N-no what are you? Whaaat?" Janine asked trying to play it off.
"Yeah, what are you talking about?" Gregory said, laughing. He and Janine were the only two trying to find something funny out of the question.
"Oh...nothing. Just...wondering."
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almost-an-artist · 6 months
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Whumptober No. 11
Captivity
This one is pretty light hearted and fluffy, um so yeah. Guess I can't write angst for too long lmao.
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Short, fluffy fic Under the cut! No Tw
Oh, and just for the sake of the story, everyone knows about Twilight being a wolf, hyrule becoming a fairy, rabbit legend, and so on.
Day 11 - Captivity
Legend woke up to the uncomfortable feeling of fur on his skin, realizing he was in his rabbit form.
Great.
He tried to stretch, but it was cramped wherever he was. He couldn't move.
He opened his eyes.
He didn't know why it hadn't occurred to him to do that yet
Dumb rabbit he thought to himself.
He took in his surroundings, trying to gauge what was going on.
What he saw was a camp. But not his and his brothers' camp.
No, it was someone else's.
He was being kept in a cage at the edge of the clearing, tied up in a tree.
He could see 4 burly men with weapons sitting and talking around a fire.
He tuned his ears to the conversation.
"How much do you think that pink fur is worth? It looks very natural"
"Hmm, I don't know, probably a lot. Good job boys!"
Poachers Legend thought to himself.
"Why do you think it was in a sleeping bag though.."
"Oh shut up dude, doesn't matter to us"
I must have turned during the night?? But how? Legend thought to himself.
The poachers continued to ramble on, and he stopped listening in favor of figuring out an escape plan before he was skinned alive.
He considered his options.
Seeing as he couldn't move much at all, there weren't many.
He could make a ruckus and try to get their attention, but that could lead to his demise even quicker.
He could try to wriggle through the bars, but he seriously doubted that would work.
He decided he was going to wait it out, and hoped his brothers would notice he was gone soon.
He cast his gaze to the sky. It was just becoming morning, so hopefully someone would wake up soon, and realize he wasn't there.
He tried to become as comfortable as he could, and kept his eyes peeled for signs of his brothers or danger.
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Hyrule was legends bed mate. They would sleep next to each other, and they had a pact. When one had a nightmare, they would wake up the other to comfort them. It was just how it went.
So when he woke up that morning, and legend was missing from his bed, he began to panic.
He looked at time and Twilight, who were up helping Wild with breakfast.
"Hey, uh guys? Where's Legend?"
Time looked back at him, "we figured he just needed some time to himself, and went off in the woods somewhere."
And, of course that made sense to Hyrule, except it didn't sit right with him. Legend always told him before he went anywhere. He found it suspicious.
"He didn't take his weapons though.." Hyrule thought out loud, "he always takes his weapons with him, just in case."
He had grabbed the attention of everyone awake at camp, and Time was looking at him with a knowing expression on his face.
"You can tell something is not right, can't you Hyrule?" Time responded calmly.
"Yeah… I think we should go look for him, just in case.."
Wind slowly began to stir from his bed roll, and in a sleepy morning voice, slurred,
"Where we goin'?"
"If you think something's wrong, we can go look for him, Hyrule. You know him the best of all of us." Twilight replyed.
Hyrule nodded.
"We'll take Wind and Warriors with us Hyrule." Twilight said, gathering his stuff.
"The rest of you stay here in case he comes back. Wild, use your slate to communicate with Wind if he comes back."
Wild gestures a thumbs up, as Warriors, Wind and Twilight begin to collect their stuff.
Twilight shifts into Wolfie, and they set off in the direction of legends sent.
They traveled for a while, and came across a camp. Similar to theirs, but it has a different, cigarette-like, smell to it.
"Yuck, it reeks here" Wind makes a gagging face while whispering.
"Look! There's legend!" Warriors whispers, pointing to a small cage near the edge of the camp, hanging from a branch. A little pink rabbit nestled in it.
Twilight shifts back into his human form and begins to eye the armor and weaponry of the 4 men.
"They have stronger weapons than we brought, but if we can use our element of surprise to our advantage, we might be able to take them down.."
"Oo! Oo! I have a plan," Wind says excitedly, "Hyrule should go in as a fairy to try and free legend, and the rest if us can distract them!"
"That, actually might work Sailor,... good thinking" Wars replies, and Wind's face lights up at the compliment.
"Then it's settled, we will distract them, and Hyrule goes on to try and free legend." Twilight shifts back into a wolf, and before Hyrule can protest, they're off.
Well, I guess I'll figure out what and how to undo a lock myself then.
Hyrule uses his fairy spell to transform, and quickly makes his way over to legends cage. The other three had already busied themselves with the poachers.
He approaches legend, and the rabbit had already noticed him.
"Finally," Legend mutters to him, "it took you guys forever, I thought they were gonna skin me alive!"
Hyrule promptly apologizes, and fiddles with the lock.
But with his small hands and limbs, it made it hard to figure out what was going on.
He tried to fit his arm into the hole of the lock, hoping he could free it like that, but before he could, legend stopped him.
"NO! No! Hyrule, don't do that, you're gonna rip your arm off!... go find a small stick or something." He said hastily, making sure the poachers hadn't heard him.
Hyrule flitted off to find a "small stick or something" as Legend had requested. He heard the sounds of metal hitting metal, as the other heros tried to fight off the poachers.
He found a small stick he thought would work, and made his way back over to legend, but it was hard as the stick was kind of heavy for his small fairy body.
When he finally made it back to the lock, legend was watching the other heros nervously, it appeared they were starting to lose.
"C'mon Roolie, quick! Or I think Wind might lose a limb!"
It was true, two of the men had ganged up on Wind, and all he had was his small pocket knife. He was holding them off well, but he looked like he was getting tired, as strings of sailor curses were hot off his tongue.
Twilight and Wars kept trying to get to him, but the other two men were making that hard.
Hyrule fiddled with the stick until he managed to fit it into the lock hole. Now it was just a matter of turning it right.
A few more seconds of fiddling, and the lock clicked, and sprung open.
Legend sprung out of the cage, and quickly turned back into a human.
He stretched quickly, but the sound of the cage clattering and drew the attention of the poachers.
Hyrule undid the fairy spell, and turned human too, tossing legend his sword that he had left back at camp.
With the two of them back, it was only a matter of seconds before the heros had the poachers overwhelmed.
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They made it back to camp, and Wind was rambling,
"You cut it real close their Roolie, a little longer and I might have had to retreat!"
"You did well holding your own Wind, I'm proud of you" Warriors commented nonchalantly, and Wind practically glowed in the praise.
"Where'd you find 'im" Wild asked when they made it back.
"He turned into a rabbit in his sleep and some poachers took him." Twilight said in a monotone voice.
"Oh! Huh. Just a day in the life of a hero I guess. It comes with the contract" Four said smoothly.
Everyone laughed, and the situation would be easily brushed off and forgotten in a few days.
------------ End
I hope this was satisfactory to those of you who read this, because it was really fun to write!
Thank you and have an outstanding day!
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on most days of my life I absolutely hate and will complain to anyone who listens about dramas releasing weekly (because I am an impatient monster) except the day my show releases!
it’s my demon fridays besties !!!
love the fact that it’s a Friday Saturday release schedule so that I can cry a bit more for my Sunday sadness moments
the intro cut from yoojung’s eye to song kang is so beautiful actually
LMAOOO I forgot how during the weekly release pattern you sometimes lose the rhythm of the show for a second because Do Dohee going with the tv tropes classic ‘everyone I love is dead’ 😔😞😭 made me just bust out laughing 😭
and you’ll die because of me too! 😔
‘i don’t care’ 👿🤷‍♂️
two gorgeous people kissing
the droplets suspended in the air looks so beautiful
aww they look adorable! wet little puppies 😭
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medical undressing but with actual dressing time 🩹
oh they’re making out again, that’s actually pretty realist for kdrama standards 😂
most of them go designated kiss over, back to talking; here they’re actually making out again, like normal people do
song kang has a heart warming smile
lmfaoooo we went from fun time to eerily creepy clock room
we’re back in their room and i adore them !!!
my man went from ‘humans suck! losers!!! boooo 🍅🍅🍅 to they’re not that bad actually, love is kinda cool and i sorta get them and while we’re at it can i get a couples set dinner with my wife?!’
and let me just couple bike with my wife as well!
i will always be a sucker for anyone who’s down for cheesy things! #mypeople
wait woah my sister was going that in heels !!!
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this fuckass quality…. giphy you will crumble !!!
they’re actually truly having the world’s most loveliest date. just having fun and taking walks and admiring the breeze !
same sister, if I saw someone that beautiful irl I’d also thank them 😭 [context : guwon says thankyou to the barista for his couple coffee set and she’s like no thank you 😻]
him saying do dohee always takes me out
they’re so cute y’all, they’re slow dancing
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i’d be kinda surprised if there’s no criminal from the eldest son’s family like they rank a little higher on the possible murderer scale for me than everyone else. seems misleading rn because all shows tend to do this but y’all need to be in checked 😭
my short term memory is memorying because I was wondering why he was following her into her office and then remembered he’s her bodyguard 💀
I mean she didn’t have to give up everything but if it makes her happy!
two gorgeous people in one frame!
y’all are not subtle at allll with the wrist thing at all 😭 how many times has the seokhoon seen it already?
I adore the wolf gang lmaooo
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lmaoooo they’re so dramatic, I love them!
the beautiful theatre dancer has a point and doesn’t have a point at the same time 😭 jin gayeong you’re beautiful, go live your life !!!
my sister said one shot while all she poured miss shin was foam 😭
miss shin I <3 u
doo hee the nut job 💀
lmaooo did he rush to her because he was happy to be called husband lmao, my man looks shook seeing them drunk 😂
he said my wife is embarrassing let me take her home and then she called him a blinding sun and he just glowed (he’s just like me fr)
all of the happiness and love he was uncomfortably bottling up inside in denial is coming out right now and I love it.
she could ask him for a toothbrush and he’d give her a loving smile and do it
cuties
poor boggy I omg 😭
your honour, this demon is whipped !!! 😭💞
the bag on his neck lol
it has taken me over an hour atp to finish this episode lmao maybe I could’ve written this later
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miss shin is a mood
my wolf gang is back
the dad’s just laughing after choking someone ? 😭 this family…
it’s always fun to watch the murderers be hunted 🤷‍♂️
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oh he killed his mom too, he was my first guess but the son was a strong case too
this cartoon villain ass laugh
my married lovebirds have a pretty strong knit game like his cardigan rn and hers during the sprinkler kiss scene
slay you found the bug
the wife seems normalish compared to her son and husband
damn did they vanish because of the card thing
woah
him knocking at the cardboard door 😭
did they fumble the continuity or something changed when they were walking at the bar because our homeless mystery queen’s teeth are back to normal rn
is she god
need that snapping finger power so bad like I also want a galaxy in my room thankyou
butterflies just follow song kang in tv shows
the second male lead kinda needs to let it go, bae it’s not that serious
why would the theatre girlie just tell that to him flat out 😭
honeymoon period over
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What's the deal with these BNFs like JoLa and such lmao? Sorry I wasn't chronically online during GOT so I had no idea this was a thing until recently LOL.
Oh man, nonny, you are really taking me back. BNFs or “Big Name Fans” are one of the worst aspects of ASOIAF/GOT fandom in my humble opinion. I think the fact that there has been such large gaps in between books, a lot of fans are really desperate for content and thus BNFs are created to fill that need for new ASOIAF content, their word only being surpassed by George. Most BNFs have one or two good takes/theories that got them big and then are uniformally idiots in everything else they say, but the fandom takes them as gospel because they’ve been around so long or were right about one really important thing. A lot of the biggest of the BNFs originated on the westeros.org forums and actually interacted occasionally with George back when he still did stuff like that, and now are considered authorities on the series. The most successful BNFs are probably Elio and Linda who now actually work with George and co-wrote AWOIAF with him (and they’ve had their own very stupid drama that I cannot be bothered to remember. @starkmaiden probably remembers it though. She’s my go to fandom drama lorist)
A lot of the worst but most widely accepted theories can be traced back to a BNF, and since the books have been so slow in coming, these theories ended up just becoming part of the fabric of the fandom. It also doesn’t help that most BNFs are absolute divas that hate it when they end up being wrong or having pushback. I remember rolling my eyes at BryndenBFish who had particularly influential (but often very dumb) theories who I believe left the fandom in a huff and deleted all his stuff. The worst BNF fans in my opinions are the ones who made super long videos or podcasts about the most inane details (I’m taking specifically about Lucifermeanslightbringer here since I ended up listing to like ten hours of the Bloodstone Compendium trying desperately to understand why he was so popular)
On tumblr during GoT, most of the BNFs here were part of the asoiafuniversity account, (including the lovely JoLa) which branded itself as neutral but was decidedly not lol, and had particular drama with people who asserted the Dark Dany theory, which ended up being true, lol. I think they even straight up banned contributions that supported “Mad Dany” at one point. Most BNFs tend to be pro-jonerys, pro-Tyrion, pro-Dany, intensely into Targaryen history (and weirdly a lot of them were really into Stannis before he bit it. The Stannis the Mannis faction was crazy but also kinda fun lol) I’ve always been pro-Bran, pro-Catelyn, and pro-Sansa, so I never really got too into the BNFs, but I did accept that Tyrion, Jon, and Dany were the three heads of the dragons before I read ADWD because everyone else seemed to think that was the case.
And that to me is the biggest problem with BNFs, that a lot of them still espose theories and takes that they came up with before AFFC/ADWD were published and they refuse to budge even though there’s clearly been a shift. (This was before the show ended, which changed a lot of the fandom landscape)
(I also think that a lot of them couldn’t analyze their way out of a paper bag, but that seems to just be me lol. The POV trap is very real for most of these people.)
I’ve also noticed that a lot of BNFs are also Wheel of Time fans, and sometimes use that series to theorize about the end of ASOIAF, which is uh, a strategy I guess. (I know George likes it and all but I think the series have very different vibes, and George has listed series he was drawing on and I don’t think WoT was on that list. Somebody somewhere compiled it, and I think LoTR and The Dragonbone Chair were on it.)
The greatest hits of the BNFs in my opinion are that Tyrion, Jon and Dany are the three heads of the dragon and are going to save the world, which was widely accepted as the ending to the series, by pretty much everyone who was anyone. Season 8 killed that stone dead though, big lol from me. Some people still believe it though for some reason. Some three heads of the dragon propenents also believed it in conjunction with the “Tyrion is secretly a Targaryen” theory which has like one piece of actual evidence, that Aerys had a thing for Joanna, and the weight of Tyrion is Tywin’s son thematic narrative against it.
My favorite offshoot of the three heads of the dragon theory is the curtain of light one, which is simply *chef’s kiss* Basically the curtain of light that Bran sees at the edge of the world is entirely literally and in no way a metaphor, and Bran will have nothing to do with it. Instead, Jon and Dany are going to fuck in the curtain of light to save the world while Tyrion awkwardly watches, and the baby they conceive will be the messiah. AMAZING stuff right there. And because this brilliant take was thought up by a BNF, it actually gained a fair amount of traction.
Other highlights include screeching about the “Main Five” in which they only grudgingly include Bran in order to exclude Sansa from having any relevance to the big endgame, that Catelyn is an absolute bitch responsible for all evils in the world, that Tywin is the biggest mastermind in Westeros, that f!Aegon is definitely fake with no room to debate, Val will be plot relevant to Jon somehow (as his future Queen for those who aren’t super into Jon and Dany endgame), Stannis will take WF, Jaime is going to be redeemed, and Azhor Ahai is some eleborate metaphor for the nature of the universe.
Say what you will, but BNFs really did fill some of the content void while we all wait for TWOW but a lot of them were absolutely batshit and their insane takes were taken extremely seriously by most of the fandom. Some of them even did rounds at conventions I believe. There are some BNFs still around and kicking but a lot of them left permanently after the show ended, which fair enough. The meltdowns during s8 were spectacular and many. Almost makes up for how shitty the show’s writing was lol.
My pet BNF was JoLa, and I even had some civil interactions with her about non Jonsa metas, related to her one good contribution to the fandom, the Dead Ladies Club. She had some of the wildest takes about Dany despite her constantly claiming she wasn’t that invested in non-Lannister theories and ships.
The BNFs were a fascinating phenomenon that you really had to experience in real time to get the full breadth of insanity. The most crazy takes being taken as basically canon really made me feel like I was losing it, or straight up reading different books.
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ive decided i will commentate this one but it likely won’t be as long as the others bc like i dnt feel good. anyway…
im starting this commentary 4.5 minutes in so here is where we start.
this is the snc era where i loved both their fashion styles so much 🙌🏼
Ooh they meet steve and dylan here. i rly like them 🥰 you can tell dylans a cop bc of the way he stands back and watches everyone lol
this house is stunning
I thought colby had a little yellow rubber ducky on his belt and i didnt even question it… my brain is not braining (update it was his phone)
steves hot. there’s no denying it. that man is a man.
I got distracted looking at steve and now colbys in a casket what on earth ☠️
I dont get the fear of bats… why are they so scared of bats? I love bats… 🦇
I just realised they never said “whats up guys its snc” sad sad
i was gonna say snc need to start using pelican cases foe their gear but actually i hate moving pelican cases so props to them for risking thousands of dollars of gear on a camera bag 🙏🏼 bc honestly same. i carry my personal kit in a $5 backpack 🤷🏻‍♀️
i blissfully almost forgot the other one was in this video for a while bc he wasn’t making much of a presence. shattered.
i know theyre tripping out but thats an awesome pic of josh tbh
the ghost wants to talk to them in heaven? that’s fk up
“are they trapped somewhere?” “yeah… help” 😳
“borden… awful” they said it not me
dude i wanna be a petty bitch and not believe seth rn but he genuinely looks freaked out.
josh is really really good at estes. like damn…
“im coming” relatable when colby’s in the room
this is getting insane wtf
steve could tell me santa claus was real and id believe him 🥺
steve saying this is their first time experiencing such a drastic change in activity at this house (and theuve been here over 50 times)… again, further proof of snc being in the psychic realm bc this stuff always happens to them. always. and its bc colbys the psychic and sams the guide. fk
lmao steve and dylan being like nah dudes we dipping we got work in the morning lmao
k done - aussie anon
Oh, if you like Steve and Dylan and you haven't already done so, check out the prison video they did with them and Nate, Our Horrifying Night in Haunted Prison (as seen below, cause there's two prison episodes right near each other in the lineup):
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This one is good for some "Colby just casually does psychic things" moments, too.
But yea, I enjoy Steve and Dylan quite a bit.
And omg, honestly, I'm just glad they finally got a regualr suitcase a couple of years ago, at least for the airport part of the travel. Prior to that, everything went into backpacks and duffel bags. 💀
But they must insure their shit (or they're just that rich lol), cause when all their crap including their new camera and light got stolen that time they were able to replace it like a week later, so I guess they figured as long as they protect the SD cards they can figure the rest out. 🤷‍♀️
And yea, this happens a lot cause of the energy these two are creating with their very presence, but what the hell do we know 🤣
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kasplonkable · 1 year
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Foxma HC's
I love these bitches so much. I've finished Gotham now and lemme just say... You know that scene (spoilers for season 5 from here I guess lmao) when Ed breaks into the GCPD and is going through the files, and Lucius catches him and pushes him back with a hand on his chest?? Yeah, I've been thinking about that scene a lot. This list breaks from canon a little bit (as in, it exists in a world where they would realistically date), but oh well. Enjoy :-)
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I reckon they're one of those couples where people don't even realise they're dating until something obviously lovey-dovey happens
like, they'll be at a dinner party or something and one of them maybe gets a little too drunk and kisses the other, and everyone else is like "lol that's embarrassing, Lucius and Ed just kissed" and they're like "???yeah??? We've been dating for 3 years now???"
Like, between all the hand holding, and the sharing food and clothes, everyone just thought they were really friendly with each other (but in hindsight they probably should have guessed)
they have nights where they challenge each other at board games all night. Like, they'll cycle through about 15 games in one night, and have an ongoing tally of wins pinned up on the fridge
on their anniversary, they'll buy each other a new game to add to the tournament
predictably, if they ever watch a game show on TV, they'll race to answer the question first (but every now and then, Lucius lets Ed win just to see how excited he gets about it (Ed knows this of course, but he doesn't mind so much when Lucius looks at him like that))
because they're interested in the same sort of subjects, info dumping is always a fun time for both of them (even if it's unrelated, it's still fun)
while Ed's hanging up the washing, he'll listen to Lucius rant about the intricacies and beauty of biomechanics
and then while Lucius is cooking, he'll listen to Ed rant about epigenetics
This happens a lot though, with pretty much anything...
"so they've basically got a ton of chromosomes!! And there's this one fern that has the world record for having the most!! It's called the adder's tongue fern, or Ophioglossum reticulatum, and it has up to 1,440 chromosomes!!! That's way too many!!" "And what was this called again??" "Polyploidy!! Wait, I haven't even started on Oxytricha trifallax yet!! So basically-" *heart eyes*
Ed always forgets to carry his ear defenders around, so Lucius makes sure he has a spare pair in his bag just in case Ed needs them
Lucius likes to tinker with things when he's bored
one time, Ed came home to find him surrounded by a mixture of cogs and screws only to find that he'd taken apart their toaster
"it stopped working..."
"oh, okay!! Can you fix it?"
"Yeah! It was a fairly common problem, all I needed to do was- what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
*absolute heart eyes* "I just love you is all"
there are so many books and papers around their house that it could be mistaken for a library
well, it's like that right up until the moment Ed gets overstimulated by it all, and then Lucius helps him clean it until everywhere is spotless again (this usually happens late at night, leading to the two of them cleaning until 2 AM and they can finally both sleep)
their whole house is a mixture of dark wood and warm colours. It's really lovely when one comes back and can smell a home cooked meal wafting through the corridors. That's when it especially feels like home
They have a coat hanger by the door that is always overflowing with jackets. When it finally fell over, they both had to reevaluate how many coats they actually needed
one time Ed learn how to quilt so he gave Lucius a massive quilted blanket for his birthday. It was big enough to cover their bed and checked with reds and yellows and the occasional dark green. He loved it so much that it became a permanent fixture in their room
in the winter months, when their small flat can't keep out the Gotham cold, they'll bundle under the blankets and hold onto eachother until they fall asleep
there's not really a strict big spoon or little spoon, just two people clinging to eachother in a tangle of limbs
Lucius has one of those alarms where you have to solve a maths equation before it turns off. Normally Ed would love it, but not at 5 AM...
"nghh can you just turn it off already"
"give me a second, this one's a bit challenging... actually, I'm just going to grab some paper quickly-"
"can you at least taKE THE ALARM WITH YOU?!" Ed groans as he rolls over and tries to hide from the noise in his pillow
Lucius likes to go on runs early in the morning. He enjoys the fresh air and lack of people. That and the fact that Ed is only just waking up when he gets back, sleepily kissing him and handing him a warm cup of coffee with the promise of breakfast soon after
That being said, sometimes he'll go to get up for his run only to find Ed curled into his side. It's those mornings when he decides to snooze his alarm and spend another hour or so dozing next to the love of his life
they go on cute dates to their local museum, sometimes checking out the occasional lecture happening there
They enjoy comparing notes afterwards to see what parts each of them found most interesting
But sometimes if the lecture is boring (and it's rare for either of them to find a lecture boring) they'll forgo the academic notes, and instead send messages back and fourth across the desk
Ed always expects Lucius to throw the notes away afterwards, but he keeps them at the back of his notebook
This lecture is kind of boring. He's just ranting about Crayfish?
Yes, it is slightly strange. I think I heard him say something about invasive species, but honestly I drifted off about 10 minutes ago
Do you want to grab a Chinese after this?
Yeah sure! The usual place?
Obviously
...
Love you
I love you too
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Uninvited
Jax Teller & Platonic!OFC (Diedra Lowman)
Inspired by Day 16 of the August Prompts: watermelon
Warnings: language, alcohol, my favorite low-stakes rivalry
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: I feel like these two are just destined to be the characters I go to for any fruit-based prompts because I definitely used them for cherry for the July Prompts last year lmao. I just enjoy writing these two annoying the life out of each other. Enjoy! xo
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Summer meant that the typical Sunday dinners at Gemma’s started to take on a bit of a different look. SAMCRO barbeques on quiet weekends made for some of the best nights of the summer. It was just the club and family, a lot less chaos than when everyone got together at the clubhouse. There was still plenty of drinking, a lot of good food, and the opportunity to feel a little farther away from the chaos of it all. For the most part, club drama didn’t make it past Gemma’s property line.
“Juice show up yet?” Jax walked into the house, a case of beer in each hand.
Gemma shook her head, “No, I think he’s still at the store with the girls.”
“Both of ‘em?”
Gemma paused her motions, looking over at Jax with a curious look, “I assumed so. Why? Something happen with him and Kota?”
“No. I just didn’t know if Diedra was gonna show up.”
Gemma immediately eased, chuckling as she got back to getting food prepped, “You’re gonna have to work harder if you wanna scare her away, sweetheart. She’s Happy’s kid—her tolerance is pretty high.”
He let out a shocked laugh, “I’m not trying to do anything. She’s the one who doesn’t like any—”
“She doesn’t like you,” Gemma cut him off, correcting him with a knowing smile, “She’s got no problem with anyone else right now.”
“Right now,” Jax mumbled.
“It’s ‘right now’ for all of us, isn’t it?”
His sigh turned into a small laugh, “I guess.”
She waved him out of the kitchen and towards the door that led to the back yard, “Go put those in the coolers. I’ll let you know when they get here so you can help them carry everything in.”
It wasn’t too much later when Gemma heard the sound of Diedra’s car pulling into the driveway. She peaked out the window just to be sure, but it was only moments before she saw both of the Lowman girls, and Juice, all getting out of the car and starting to grab the grocery bags filled with snacks and other miscellaneous supplies.
Wiping her hands off, she walked over to the back door, opening it and sticking her head out just enough to find Jax. She called out to him, “You’re up, Jax. Leave Tig alone on the grill and come make yourself useful.”
There was a smile on his face as he shook his head, making his way across the yard and back into the house. Gemma patted him gently on the back as he made his way towards the front door. He was pulling it open just as Dakota went to push it from the other side, almost causing her to topple and fall completely onto him.
“Shit,” Jax carefully caught her by the arm, “Sorry.”
Dakota laughed, huffing out a breath to get a stray lock of hair out of her face, “All good! You can make up for it by going and grabbing the last of the bags from the car.”
He chuckled as he slipped past her, “You got it.”
He and Juice exchanged a nod in greeting as they walked by each other. He had a couple bags hanging off of each arm, and when Jax’s gaze finally made it to Diedra’s car, he saw that she was about to do the same thing just to avoid having to make another trip back out to the car. He saw the way she was trying to calculate how to carry all of the bags, as well as the few things they’d gotten that wouldn’t fit in the little reusable grocery bags Gemma had sent them off with.
“Need a hand?” he offered.
She looked over at him, shrugging as she contemplated her answer, “Don’t know, think you’re strong enough to help me with a couple of these?”
“I think I can handle some grocery bags, yea.”
“Alright,” she nodded, looking over the things that she had left in her trunk. She was very particular about the two that she chose and handed over to him. He was getting ready to reach and grab another one when Diedra tossed the watermelon to him, “Think fast.”
“Jesus Christ,” he managed to catch it before it fell to the ground, but he couldn’t not shake his head at her, “Seriously, Di?”
“What?” she laughed as she looped her fingers through the loops of the last couple bags and shut the trunk of her car, “You caught it—it’s all good.”
“Right,” he rolled his eyes as he watched her quickly make her way up the steps of Gemma’s house.
He was only a couple steps behind Diedra, both of them landing in the kitchen to set their bags down. Gemma looked through the bags quickly, figuring out which ones needed to stay in the kitchen, and what ones could be brought right to the back yard and unpacked there.
Gemma was handing off bags to them to take outside when she pulled Diedra in for a quick hug, “Thanks for picking all this stuff up, sweetheart. Really appreciate it.”
Diedra smiled, nodding, “No problem, Gem. Whatever you need. Besides,” she nodded towards the back door that Juice and her sister had just gone through, “Made Juice Box over there do most of the heavy lifting. Let him feel extra important.”
Gemma laughed, “That’s very nice of you,” she handed a bag to her, “Bring this out there for me?”
She nodded, “Yea, you got it.”
Diedra was out the door when Gemma turned back to Jax, who was still shaking his head at the young woman who’d just left. Gemma couldn’t help but to mirror his gesture. The two of them looked at each other from across the small island in her kitchen, and Gemma was waiting patiently for Jax to make whatever comment he was smart enough not to make to Diedra’s face.
“I don’t get how her and her sister are related—Kota’s so nice.”
“Di’s nice too, when she wants to be.”
Jax raised his eyebrows, “No wonder you two get along so well.”
Gemma pointed her knife at him, “Better watch it when I’ve got so many weapons so close,” she laughed as Jax held his hands up in mock surrender. Motioning to the watermelon that Diedra had tossed at him not too long before, she said, “Wanna take that out back for me? I’ll put the rest of this stuff away.”
Jax made his way out into the back yard to see that Juice and Kota had already gotten most of the snacks and everything set up. Diedra was grabbing beers for the three of them when Jax came over to the table they were standing at, carefully setting down the one item Gemma had asked him to take care off. He found himself standing next to Diedra, each of them looking at the other waiting for them to say something.
“Oh, Juice,” Dakota rested one hand on the outside of his arm, “could you run into the house and grab a knife that we can slice that with, please?”
Ever since he met her, there had never been a time that Juice would ever tell Dakota no. He nodded, and was already about to take a step back towards the house but Diedra motioned for him to stay put. “Don’t bother,” she took a swig of her beer, “I got it.”
All three of them looked at her, wondering what she was going to do next. Dakota half expected Diedra to just pull a knife out of her boot to slice the thing with. But, instead of doing that, Diedra reached across the front of Jax’s waist, the close contact making his eyes go wide for a moment as he tried to figure out what she was doing. Even one-handed, she easily undid the snap of the sheath for Jax’s knife that was always hanging off his hip. Before he could think to move and stop her, she pulled it out and sliced right into the fruit on the table in front of them. Juice was trying to stifle his laughter just for the sake of Jax’s ego, but Dakota didn’t share the same reservation as she laughed at the entire scene that had just unfolded. Jax looked dumbfounded as Diedra maneuvered the blade with ease even with just one hand, the other still wrapped around the neck of her beer bottle.
“Really, Di?” Jax shook his head as he snatched the blade back from her, “Couldn’t use your own?”
She shrugged, “I could’ve, but I’d rather use yours,” she saw the look on his face and joked, “C’mon, Teller, what else are you gonna use that thing for today, hm?”
“Might just use it on you before the day is out,” he muttered as he wiped the blade off on his jeans.
“Well,” she took another sip of her beer, “At least it’ll smell like watermelon.”
Jax couldn’t wipe the bewildered look off of his face, “There is something so wrong with you, I swear.”
She motioned back and forth between herself and her sister, “We’re Lowman’s. There’s something wrong with all of us,” she left it at that as she walked off towards the grill where Tig and Happy both were, Jax heading back towards the house.
When it was just the two of them left, Juice turned to look at Dakota, “Gonna be honest, I thought she was gonna do that thing where you break it with your thighs.”
Dakota laughed, shaking her head, “I mean, I’m sure she could, but that’s definitely not the best way to do that. Plus, that wouldn’t get under Jax’s skin nearly as much. He’d probably be into it.”
“You think he’s going back in there to tell Gemma not to invite her any more?”
She couldn’t stop laughing as she leaned against him, “Oh, definitely.”
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annieshowell · 1 year
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you asked for it!! 🌈🕯️☕🍟🎵🎨👜📕📰 for cassandra, lilith, angela, ajay, lazlo, and chloe :D
i'll be honest i think i spent a couple of hours writing these LMAO but thank you i loved writing this
also im going to skip the candle thing cause i don't understand anything about aromatic candles and idk the smell of any but anyway...
🌈: Sexuality
cassandra: ngl i never decided my hc from her lmao but she sure is ace
lilith: bisexual!!!
angela: bisexual i think, i see her having a hard time coming out bi cause she thinks she has to be perfect and stuff but ngl i also like the idea of ​​her being a lesbian i just didnt adopt this hc officially cause i really like angela x dustin
ajay: another bisexual lmao my game has a lot of bisexuals
lazlo: bisexual too....
chloe: guess what? bisexual
☕: Favourite Drink
cassandra: for sure coffee
lilith: monster.
angela: angela likes natural juices, especially orange
ajay: coffe too
lazlo: i think in my head every scientist is powered by coffee so yeah coffe
chloe: she likes those nightclub cocktails idk which one specifically cuz i don't drink alcohol lmao
🍟: Snack
cassandra: she sure likes to eat those japanese peanuts you know? idk if it's a common thing everywhere but my god i love these peanuts and she sure likes it too
lilith: doritos, those well-spiced
angela: angela seems like a very healthy person to me, maybe she got it from daniel, so i think she prefers to eat fruits with nuts and things like that
ajay: he likes cookies, i always play with detective ajay™ so i imagine that while he is doing his investigations in front of the computer he is always drinking a big cup of coffee with cookies
lazlo: can pizza be considered a snack?
chloe: anything with chocolate, chloe seems to be the chocoholic type of person
🎵: Music they listen to
cassandra: classical music
lilith: she ranges from alternative to harder rock, and of course i know, everyone agrees that she is a fan of paramore oh and she also listens to some extremely unknown bands with like 300 listeners on spotify
angela: pop and also some a little indie stuff like mitski or clairo (amoeba playing in loop on her playlist)
ajay: ngl ajay is a very boring premade but my version of ajay likes rock, he likes queens, david bowie, metallica etc
lazlo: maybe he likes rock??? idk
chloe: pop music and she likes some r&b too
🎨: Favourite Colour
cassandra: black and purple
lilith: black and purple too yay goths club and also red
angela: green, blue, turquoise etc
ajay: brown and terracotta tones
lazlo: purpleeee
chloe: red!!!!!!
👜: What's always on their bag
cassandra: idk money, makeup these things? and maybe an agenda to write down the day's appointments and stuff
lilith: her goth makeup, earphones, etc
angela: she carries an agenda too, and her diary, she carries her diary everywhere cause she is afraid that lilith will take it and read
ajay: money, document, mint gum, a notebook to write down things about his cases and etc
lazlo: money, pizzeria discount coupons and cigarettes
chloe: makeup, money and condoms of course you never know LMAO
📕: Less Favourite School Subject
cassandra: i guess cassie doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes philosophy or sociology? i mean she's a scientist, she's much easier with numbers
lilith: practically all except arts
angela: math, she has a lot of difficulty but it's part of the perfect daughter role to do well in math
ajay: he looks like he doesn't like english (simlish actually lol)
lazlo: physical education lol he is a 2 active point sim
chloe: math, physics and chemistry
📰: Section of the Newspaper they read
cassandra: she likes to read her horoscope and also the science section
lilith and angela: they doesn't read the newspaper
ajay: he reads the whole newspaper
lazlo: if the newspaper has a section on conspiracy theories he will definitely read it, and of course the science section
chloe: also not the type of person who reads the newspaper
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themountainsays · 2 years
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in response to your last post about adding incest-
the answer is yes.
huehuehuehue furry incest it is >:3c
nowwwww obviously i'm thinking about isamira because i'm isamira trash. These sorts of stories obviously have the accidental inc3st appeal so imagine Isabela idk she's about to be married off to some human imperial dude, maybe for economic reasons idk, and he's like giving her a tour around Cyrodiil to show her his hometown or something. I imagine Alma was very strict about NONE of the grandchildren leaving their town in Blackwood, ever, without being properly accompanied by an adult. Even after some of said grandchildren became adults themselves but ok. So Isabela is traveling with Mariano and Julieta and Alma and it gets veeeeery very boring to be locked up in her room at an expensive inn all day so she chats with the cute wood elf girl hanging out there for totally not-lesbian reasons, you know cos she's engaged, to a Man. Anyway the cute wood elf girl is totally not trying to pickpocket something from her, no, it's not like she's with, pfffff, the thieves' guild or anything lmao.
I guess Isabela, just like everyone else in the family, is desperate enough to ask every bosmer-looking girl some questions just in case they ever cross paths with Mirabel again. The girl doesn't remember her childhood. Doesn't know anything. She doesn't give Isabela much information, really, and Isabela gives up. But they do talk, and the girl learns Isabela lost her little sister, an ohmes khajiit girl, like almost two decades ago. And the girl is just dense enough to not connect any dots.
Anyway Mirabel is a dirt poor little thief who owes money to the guild, and this khajiit family looks rich af, AND Isabela just offered her some work so who is she to say no? SOMEONE needs to carry all of those bags and Isabela's soft cute fluffy little khajiit paws sure won't be doing it. Mirabel mostly wants to steal from them when she gets a chance, because that's what she grew up doing to survive. Such a pity Isabela looks so fucking cute like drop dead gorgeous her little gay heart can't take it.
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ginjointsintheworld · 2 years
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Why did this leyren breakup make me so much sadder than their first one though? Maybe because I knew that one was coming and hoped they’d work something else out this time. Oh look I answered my own question lmao. Anyway, I’m disappointed but not surprised. I don’t really have hope that they’re going to be a thing next season because there’s so little time and it seems like the writers can’t help but throw bullshit their way over and over again while taking forever to not even solve it…I also read that interview about the series finale and the showrunner sounds almost gleeful about things ending weirdly… he always says he loves them and wants things to work out when in reality it’s like. Dude, Dude. Just write it that way?! Like why the fuck is he even talking about you’re literally in charge buddy lmao
ack idk anon, that first breakup really put me through the meat grinder. plus i can’t even lie, i was very concerned that they were going to write leyla out, especially with her pulling the biggest game of hide and seek. something about this breakup makes me feel more hopeful and i guess it’s because i know there’s still so much love between them and this time it’s not muddied by hurt anger.
i have hope they're going to find their way back to each other next season because there's so little time to the finish line and they've already spent half the show investing in this ship. the writers set up arcs for everyone at the end of the season, max and helen and the very predictable case of the cold feet, iggy's divorce with martin, floyd and his father reconnecting, lauren and leyla kept apart by the visa circumstances. frankly, as long as they don't try to whip up another over arching plot that demands the attention of all the characters like they did this season with fuentes, i think it might work. this show has always done better where it could focus on a character's journey without distractions. s1 with max's cancer, lauren's addiction, helen's fertility issues and desire for a child, s2 with lauren's recovery, max grieving georgia, iggy's eating disorder, floyd's relationship with evie and going against his family's expectations. even s3, which i know was a mixed bag for people but i thought it was miles better than s4, it was lauren meeting leyla, max letting go of georgia, helen and mina, floyd's blossoming relationship with lyn, iggy's body image, self worth, struggles. they can handle one character's thing at a time.
now of course, as i always say, trust the writers as far as you can throw them and have optimism at your own peril lol. of course, i always respect any doom spiral or disappointment. but idk i guess that's still a chance i'm willing to take right now? these writers, demon man david in particular, love to be dramatic and drum up drama like they're gods watching down from mt. olympus. i've kinda learned to cut through their, 'will it OR WON'T IT DUN DUN DUNNN' speak and just focus on picking out their actual tidbits about episodes or the season. so i'm actually very curious to see his post finale interviews LOL.
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March 4th: Apocalypse AU
world: ftr (au) characters: Noah, Kim, Mari tws: none a/n: i feel like my interpretation of this prompt isn't quite in keeping with the spirit of it but… whatever lmao. these guys are from one of my oldest wips which has gone through a lot of iterations and writing this made me want to go back to it 😭
How did the apocalypse happen, you ask? Truthfully, no one knows. A lot of people died one day, and the rest of us had to pick up the pieces. With no one to maintain the Internet or cell towers, communication was limited, to say the least, so even if someone knew, they couldn't tell the rest of the world.
I thank the universe every day that Kim survived too. Without her, I probably would have just laid down and waited for the vultures to take me. I'm not the kind of person who survives the apocalypse, but she is. And after everything, the least I can do is try not to leave her to deal with this alone.
Oh, my name is Noah, by the way. I'm writing this as a historical record. Hopefully, one day, a future historian will find this, and it'll help them piece together a record of what happened. 
Or maybe it will be aliens. That would be cool too.
"I'm back!" Kim calls, the door swinging shut behind her.
Noah looks up from the composition notebook he's been scribbling in. "Hey."
She drops her bags on the kitchen floor. The two of them have been camping out in this empty apartment for a week now—it's been almost a month since almost everyone they knew dropped dead around them, and Noah is tentatively hopeful that this will serve them as a base for longer than their last few. It's near a once-busy strip mall, a few mostly-looted supermarkets, and, Noah's favorite, a library.
They aren't the only ones living in the apartment complex, either. About a dozen of the apartments are filled, mostly grouped on the lower floor surrounding the atrium, where someone has been tending to the community garden. When two unaccompanied teenagers showed up, the small community welcomed them in. No one here wants violence—they mostly just want to pretend everything is normal. Which suits Noah just fine.
"I saw that girl again," Kim remarks, pulling a few books out of her bag. She makes a habit of grabbing a few books from the library every time she goes out.
Noah picks one up and flips through it idly. "She does live here." 
She huffs. "You know what I mean."
"Did you actually say hi to her this time?"
"I almost did."
The girl in question lives two doors down from them. Her father, Gabe, was the one who welcomed Kim and Noah to the community and found them the keys to their apartment. He introduced them to his family—his wife, Peggy, and his daughter, Mari, who Kim has been smitten with from the moment she laid eyes on her. But somehow, she has yet to "find an opportunity" to "get to know her," or in fact, actually have a conversation with her.
Noah rolls his eyes. "Of course."
"Did you see the notice board?" Kim asks, not-so-subtly changing the subject. "Naomi Evans wants to have a 'community meeting'." She puts air quotes around the words. "Apparently we need to have some agreements."
"Is that so." 
"I mean I guess I agree with her. Plus, it would be nice to get to know some more people here, right?"
Noah hms, noncommittally.
"Come on." Kim shoves his shoulder, lightly. "You have to get bored of sitting in here alone with me sometimes."
Actually, he doesn't, really. A quiet corner, a steady supply of books, and a good friend who knew when to leave him alone—this is actually Noah's ideal state of existence. The only thing missing is an internet connection, but that isn't the end of the world.  
"Well, anyway, it's tonight at like, seven, I think. And we're going."
"Okay."
***
There are about thirty people milling around when Kim and Noah come out of their apartment at 7. Kim recognizes many of them: Naomi Evans, who called the meeting, and her son, Will; Case, Adam, and Drew, the trio of boys who she doesn't think are all brothers but could be; Mr. Browning, who used to teach at the high school; and of course, the Franklins. While Gabe and Peggy mingle with the other adults, Mari lingers by their door.
"She looks lonely," Kim remarks to Noah, who, per usual, has his nose stuck in one of the books she brought back.
"Go talk to her then," he replies, not even looking up.
Yes, simple as that. Still, she doesn't move.
After a few moments, Noah sighs and tears his eyes away from the book. "You'll never get to know her if you don't actually talk to her."
"Easy for you to say."
Noah closes the book and grabs her hand.  "Come on, then." He marches over to Mari with Kim in tow. "Hi there," he says.
Mari looks up.  "Hi?"
"I'm Noah. This is Kim. You guys should talk." Without further ado, he walks away, already flipping his book back open.
Kim laughs a little, nervously.  "Sorry about him."
Mari just looks mildly amused. "It's fine, I don't mind. You two live in 120, right? I see you around sometimes."
"Yeah." Kim doesn't say that they've passed each other in the hallway exactly nine times this week, because that would be a weird fact to know. "So, how are things?"
"Well, for being in the middle of the apocalypse, not too bad."
"Mm. Fair point. Seems like we got pretty lucky in that department." She gestures vaguely to the rest of the gathering. Based on some of the people she and Noah narrowly avoided on their way here, a whole group deciding to share resources without violence is a huge miracle right now. 
Mari nods. "Yeah. I know I'm lucky to still have both of my parents."
Kim winces without meaning to. 
"Shoot, sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"It's okay, it's fine." She… tries not to think about them. Her parents, Luke… There's no point in mourning right now. "I'm lucky to have Noah."
"Seems like he's lucky to have you too."
Kim forces a smile and tries to change the subject. "So, what do you do in your free time?"
"Well…" Mari hesitates. "This might sound weird, but I've just kept doing my homework."
"Homework?" Kim laughs. "We've escaped from school forever and you're still doing your homework?"
She rolls her eyes. "It's not like I have anything else to do. Losing access to the internet has made it clear just how many of my former hobbies relied on it."
"We should pick up a hobby together!"  She's not sure where that came from, but she can relate to that feeling. Writing, video games, even just going down random Wikipedia rabbit holes—god she misses Wikipedia—all of them are ten times more difficult or impossible now. "You could come out with me next time I leave the complex! We can go raid a craft store or something."
Mari smiles.  "That sounds fun!"
Nailed it. 
"I just have to make sure my parents are okay with me leaving," she adds.
"Oh, totally," Kim says. 
"Could I have everyone's attention?" Naomi stands on a chair in the center of the gathering. "Let's go ahead and get started."  Kim makes her way back over to Noah as the woman begins discussing her plans for a healthy community.
"Mission success," she whispers.
He gives her a thumbs up.
Kim glances back at Mari, who smiles at her. So maybe they're in the middle of an apocalyptic event, but her best friend just wingmanned her into a possibly-a-date with a pretty girl. What more could she possibly ask for?
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loptrcoptr · 3 years
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I’m really looking forward to whatever part Lee has to play in this thing, because we only saw like... 20 full minutes of his command of Pegasus, in total, in the show. He spent 90% of that in a terrible fat suit
This bitch is, in fact, bitter
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