#and don't forgot her guinea pig

[gfdazai]

IT'S LOVE, IT'S ROMANCE.

* Being in a relationship w/ them.

* CW / Established relations, GN reader (I thinkies,) not proofread / edited, I'm making this up as I gooo! Sorry if this is OOC, it's been a wwhile since I've genshided?... Genshinend?.... Yknow. this isnt good im ngl. SO RUSHED this is . unbelievable. It's all over the place but

Ningguang, who showers you with anything that you look at when going window shopping. She doesn't even think twice about the price — despite your refusals, and complaints — she gets you to accept it eventually.

Ningguang, who lets you do her hair as a sign of love. She's a busy lady, it's basically a proclamation of love when she spares enough time for you to sit down, comb her hair and braid it, if you're lucky enough.

Ningguang, who hunts out almost every Qingxin when you say one is pretty. Ningguang, who pays for a crate of cecilias when you say you wished they grew in Liyue.

Beidou,, who brings you back stuff from each of her voyages! ! You say you'd like some fabric from Inazuma? Done. You want wine from Mondstadt? Done, even quicker!

Beidou, who collects shells for you from each shore she comes across. All her treasures (shells), are taking up at least 3 drawers. You don't have the heart to stop her, as she seems so happy when she brings you another pouch everytime she's home...

Beidou, who schedules a whole day for cuddling before she leaves. She refuses to take you with her — scared of you getting hurt, or something — so she spends as much time with you as she can. She forces you to clear your schedule to stay in bed with her all morning, not caring if you had a meeting with whoever, wherever.

Lisa,, who constantly uses you as a guinea pig for her potions. You wanna spend time with her? Okay, just drink this!! Of course, she'd never let anything harm you, she only gives you the potions with the silly side effects.

She'd constantly tease you, calling you petnames that not even the flirtest would think of, just for the amusement of seeing you flustered. If you tease her back, though? It's like a compitition of who get's more flustered first. It's gotten so bad, to the point of the library emptying out because of it.

Lisa, who doesn't even spare you from her punishments as a librarian! Oh, you forgot to give her the book last night? No, no, that simply won't do! She can't be stopping her job for her pretty thing, no, not even for you. ...At least she apologizes afterwards.

Furina,, who 'makes' (gets someone else to make) sweets for you. She somehow knows exactly what you want, and exactly when you want it.

She'd also let you sit in on tea parties, right next to her. She'd make you a little hat like her own, like her own little claim on you, making you sit there and look like her pretty little thing.

Furina, who gets flustered the moment you imply going anything romantic. Holding hands? Not that bad, it'll get her a little flustered. Kissing? She feels like she's having a heart attack after the first kiss the two of you share.

She'd get Neuvillette to get you plushies, preferring to stay with you as he goes to find whatever animal she requested this time. She'd get jealous if you picked a plushie to have in your arms instead of her, whining and wiggling around in the bed until you replace the plushie with her.

Please don't steal my work, nor feed it to any sort of AI. Thank you! ♡

#⌗ ─ “ Tea parties are a must for the well-mannered. ” #WAAHHH!!!!!! WRITING #I hate this!!!!><>< #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact scenarios #lisa minci x reader #ningguang x reader #beidou x reader #Furina x reader #genshin women x reader

[musyroom599]

Lost kitten p4

Heya so not sure if you've noticed but I've gotten more confident in my writing so yeah. Good for me.

Anywho hope y'all enjoy

Your sleeping on the cold concrete ground as you hear footsteps coming towards you. Your head perks up and you see eraser head.

You sprint towards him and he crouches down to greet you.

"Hey there kitty how you doing?" He holds his hand out that you happily rub against.

Mew! You meow loudly enjoying the contact.

"I brought you more food" he sees the can down and opens it for you.

You eat the food tail flicking back and forth.

"I wanna do something about you paw today." Eraser head says.

You look up at him and tilt your head. He gently takes your hurt paw lifting it up and inspecting he cut. You allow him to do so but keep a close eye on him.

"it's not infected. That's good but it still needs treatment" he takes bandages out of his pocket and starts wrapping it around your hurt paw.

"there we go" you sniff the bandage then rub against his leg.

He picks you up and holds you in his arms which scares you slightly but you don't fight against him.

He stands up slowly. "What do you say I bring you back to my place?"

You lay down in his arms falling asleep. "I'll take that as a yes"

He walks towards his house slowly with you still in his arms.

You wake up to the noise of a door opening. You blink a few times looking around.

"this is it. My home" Eraserhead says smiling.

"Mew?"

He chuckles at your response and sets you down on the floor. "You can explore if you want I don't mind" he sits on the couch and turns on the TV.

You jump into his lap and curl Into a ball.

You hear the door slam open "HEY SHO WHATS UP!!!" You popcorn into the air like a guinea pig.

"Mreow!!" You hiss loudly.

"What was that sho?" The loud intruder asks making his way over to you and eraser head.

"that Hizashi would be the cat you just scared half to death." Eraser head says calmly.

"sho?...but I thought his name was eraserhead" you think you yourself confused.

"Well she's Pretty cute" the man eareaser head called hizashi says smiling.

"Can I pet her?" He asks smiling.

"What and scare her even more? No" eraser head says sighing.

"Aww come on sho" the man plops his body on the couch.

"Also didn't you forget something?" Hizashi asks

"not that I..i forgot to pick up eri up from school!!" Eraserhead yells as he stands up causing you to fall off his lap. He runs out the door. Leaving you with Hizashi.

#aizawa x reader #mha #yamada hizashi

[ominiscorridor]

Not sure why I keep on thinking about the heart pirates adopting rats but here's more, now as a headcanon list.

-After Penguin's rat's one night stand with Shachi's, Law made sure to neuter them all to avoid more litters. These events are known as "the last ball", a name Shachi came up with.

-Law actually enjoyed doing it since it was on very small critters and he rarely gets a chance to operate on live, tiny things like this. It was a fun challenge.

-Ikkaku's rat wears a matching hat to hers. She also likes to add a cute little bow to Wrenchy's tail when she can, because it's cute and she enjoys her little fashion shows.

-The Lab Rats get tea parties with tiny pieces of cheese on tiny pieces of crackers. At first it was only Shachi, Bepo and Penguin doing it, but slowly the entire crew got involved.

-Law felt very betrayed when he found out, asking why Sora was being excluded (the crew simply forgot to tell him).

-The amount of rat toys on board grew exponentially, thanks to Jean-Bart making them. Law had to ask him to slow down because they were going to run out of space to store them.

-Pingu and Snowflake got a wedding after their litter. They did not care much for the silly clothes, but the tiny wedding cake suited them just fine. (Shachi and Penguin refer to each others as in-laws now. Yes it does annoy everyone else after a while.)

-The reason why Law got rats and not guinea pigs is because he hates being told what to do, and guinea pigs wheeking at him for food would offend him greatly.

-They absolutely will defend their rats. No they aren't dirty, they're very clean in fact. What do you mean they carry disease we litterally have the best doctor in the world for our captain of course there's no illnesses here. No they're not ugly how dare you don't listen Captain Junior, they're just very dumb.

-Clione and Ikkaku worked on making little labyrinths for the rats. Shachi and Penguin handle the bets. Bepo's rat turns out to be a natural so he's only allowed to participate once, otherwise he'll just win everytime and nobody wants to participate in the rat races anymore.

-Bepo's hair also is used to make fancy little nests for the rats, which he's happy about since nobody complains about his shedding anymore.

-All of the crew are big fans of Sora, because he makes Law a little softer. They're glad to see him smile a little more often than usual, and it seems like having a new pet helped him. Basically Sora is a bit of a support animal for Law and takes his mind off of things, which everyone approves of.

-Imagining Ratatouille is a book they have around there- obviously there would be attempts to replicate it. It mostly led to scratched up scalps and a rat ban in the kitchen.

-Sora is the most spoiled rat on the Polar Tang and everyone knows it. He even gets to sleep in Law's hat at night. Law lets him sit on top of his hat too, though it does kind of get in the way of his cool, intimidating image.

-When they meet up with the Strawhats, they'd absolutely give Sanji his own rat from Pingu and Snowflake's litter. (Law would refuse to give one to Luffy though, deeming him to not be responsible enough for a pet. Robin would be allowed one if she asked, but it's only her and Sanji. The heart pirates are very serious about who gets their babies.)

-The moment any member of the crew gets their hand on a photographing snail, you know they'd take so many pics. Little rat toes. Look at this one sleeping. They'd be so many of the same or very similar pics but they'd still take more.

#heart pirates #one piece headcanons

[breakthrough88]

Booker and Patrick Murdoch

I was inspired by @sadsoftserve "Age Up" AU of her Ocs ten years into the future and I thought "Hey why not do that with my Ocs?" but since mine are babies instead of teenagers, it'll be them as ten-year-olds as opposed to depressed young adults. Both boys are mundies. They have tried staying up late into the night going through the dictionary trying to find a word that resonates with them. Ramsey and Percy scolded them then teared up when they learned they did it so they could be just like Mom and Dad. They live by the phrase "What would Mom do?" if the answer to that question doesn't help with the current situation, they then go by their follow-up phrase "What would Dad do?" Percy refused to tell them which twin was older because she "didn't want to create a power imbalance" So then they asked Parker who blurted out that Patrick is older without thinking... however the twins forgot when Bonnie distracted them with something shiny. Parker was also distracted by the shiny thing. The twins adore Parker and Bonnie and like hanging out with them. They both have ADHD and Autism but it's pretty manageable. Unlike Parker's parents, Ramsey and Percy never considered the notion of abandoning their children. Despite being fraternal twins they are the exact same height and weight. They are also both short for their age despite having average-height parents. Both have attempted to eat pinecones, which led to tears and a trip to the dentist. Both of them have the same greatest fear: Zora Salazar When they first met Giovanni they thought he was cool until he started spouting villain stuff. Because of Percy the twins strongly take the side of justice. This upsets Giovanni more than he is willing to admit. Patrick collects marbles, not only does he play marbles but he also enjoys building marble tracks. Booker thinks they are neat and will help out but he's not as into it as his brother. Patrick's favorite food is buttered sourdough toast and his favorite animals are guinea pigs. Most of Patrick's favorite shows came out before he was born. Kids his age generally don't know what he's talking about when he talks about them. His favorite genre of music is classical. Kids in his class have called him "old". Has answered Ramsey's phone by saying "No this is Patrick" Will space out for long periods thinking about his favorite things. It has occasionally got him in trouble. Booker, fitting for his name likes reading books. He also likes scented wax melts. He has a bit of a collection with different scents for different occasions. He has attempted to smuggle one to school and got in trouble for it. Booker cried when Giovanni and Rick tried eating his wax collection. Booker's favorite food is popcorn and his favorite animals are chinchillas. Booker likes magical girl anime and this has led to Parker dressing him up as one against his will. He has expressed there is a difference between watching magical girl anime and dressing up like a magical girl. He will listen to any genre of music as long as it is a girl singing. 65% of the time when he leaves he will say "I gotta book it." Booker makes popping sounds with his mouth when he's bored.

#epithet erased #epithet erased au #giovanni potage #ramsey murdoch #sitcom au #zora salazar #booker murdoch #patrick murdoch #age up #bonnie murdoch #rick shades #parker king

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1122: Worrisome Phone Call (Persona 5 X SSBU)

8:54 p.m. at Niijima Apartment.......

Makoto: (Finishes her Assignment While Sitting on her Couch) ('Sigh') Okay. There's a three more questions to answer left. ('Starts Yawning a Bit') Might be more trickier than the last, but-

'Cellphone Ringtone of Makoto's Theme Song'

Makoto: (Picks her Phone Up From the Coffee and Answers the Call) Hello?

???: (Calling From the Other Line) Makoto?

Makoto: (Immediately Recognizes the Voice) Oh hi sis. How's it going? (Smirks a Tad Bit Playfully) Is your date night with Dr. Takemi-san going well so far?~

Sae: ('Sigh') It went as well as we hoped. (Rolls her Eyes) 'Till a certain Ren-Ren came by the café, covered in bruises.

Makoto: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock as She Quickly Gets Up From her Seat) WHAT!? HOW!? WHY!? W-WHAT HAPPENED!!?

Sae: He got himself into a bar fight. Apparently some..he.. big demon guy came in and punched him out of nowhere.

Ren: (Voice is Heard on the Other Line) Don't forget he has horns!

Sae: ('Sigh') Big demon guy with horns, punched him.

Makoto: ('Sighs in a Bit of Relief') I take it he's doing okay right now, huh?

Sae: Yep. His injuries will take a little while to heal properly though. Wanna talk to him?

Makoto: Yes, please.

Sae: (Gives Ren her Phone) Ren, here. And please refrain yourself from making my little sister worry more than she already is right now.

Ren: When have I ever made your sister more worried about me?

Sae: .........................

Ren: N-Nevermind. I see your point. (Starts Speaking to Makoto Thru the Phone) Hey, honey. How are you tonight?

Makoto: (Sits Back Down on the Couch) Worried about you as always. Was what sis told me just now is true?

Ren: ('Sigh') Yeah, I got my ass handed to me earlie-AHHAHA! (Suddenly Winces in Pain)

Tae: (Speaking on the Other Line) I can't treat your wounds properly if you gonna keep jumping around like that, Guinea Pig.

Ren: Well, maybe WARN me before you start rubbing that on my cheeks! It stings like hell!

Tae: Well, using 91% of Rubbing Alcohol could do that to ya. Best you can do is wise up and take it like a man. (Continues Rubbing a Alcohol Filled Cotton onto Ren's Bruised Cheeks as She Snickers a Bit at the Sound of his Pain Enduced Pain) You baby.

Makoto: Best to listen to the doctor, Ren. You can do it~

Ren: You're laughing at my misery too, aren't you?

Makoto: (Trying Her Hardest Not to Expose Herself in her Laughing) N-No! No, of course not, I would never. ('Clears Throat') I'm just happy hear you speaking.

Ren: (Smiles Softly) Good. I'm sorry I made you worried for like the hundreth time now.

Makoto: Actually, you've made me worried one hundred and thirty seventh time in the row thus far.

Ren: (Sounds Surprised) Oh god. It's THAT many?

Makoto: (Snickers Again) No, I just made those numbers up. But it is close to that. But in all seriousness though, for real this time, how are you feeling right now?

Ren: Well, other than exhaustion and stingy amount of- PAIN! (Felt an Alcohol Filled Cotton Touched his Cheek Again)

Tae: Sorry. Forgot to warn that time.

Ren: (Let's Out a Heavy Sigh) I'm just glad to be home right now.......

Makoto: ('Sigh') You and me both. I always figured going to college would be an advanced challenge, but I didn't imagine it would be this tiring....

Ren: Yeah, it tends to do that to your psyche. But don't give in just yet. I know you have what it takes to make it big one day.

Makoto: (Happily Nodded to Ren's Words) I never planned on it. Do you....still want to work at the bar after what happened earlier?

Ren: Yeah, I think so. The bar fight sucked, but I'm not gonna let it get to me forever. I'm more worried for Uncle Rodin if anything.

Makoto: Oh right, Mr. Rodin! How is he? Is he okay?

Ren: Last time I saw him, he was pulverizing the big, horns guy to a pulp hard enough to transform into his Devil form. No way in hell I'm getting near that crossfire.

Omega: Ren, your mothers are calling you on your portable phone. Shall I answer and give them the update of the current situation?

Ren: No! Omega, whatever you do, don't answer that call! Just let it ring.

Makoto: (Eyes Begins to Widened Again) What!?

Sae: Ren Amimaya, are you planning on keeping this under wraps from your own mothers?

Ren: Not forever! Just for tonight. And maybe in the morning too.....

Makoto: (Sighs While Pinching the Bridge of her Nose) Oh my god, Ren.....

Sae: ('Sigh') Dear lord......

Tae: Wait, time out. You have moms now, Guinea Pig?

Ren: Yep. A witch and a goddess. My actual parents disowned me long while ago, so they decided to adopt me as their own. You should need 'em sometime they're great

Makoto: How about meeting them right now, Doctor?

Ren: ('Sigh') Makoto-

Makoto: Nonono. Don't you "Makoto" me, mister. You know as well as I do that not telling them will only lead to more problems.

Ren: I know that! But they're on their anniversary date right now and the last I want to do is ruin it by making them worry. And possibly killing Uncle Rodin.

Omega: Phone is still calling!

Ren: Keep letting it ring, big guy! They'll quit eventually.

Makoto: Highly doubt it.

Sae: You realize you're delaying inevitable, right?

Ren: The inevitability for me to fall asleep?

Sae: ..........You know what I'm talking about.

Tae: You are really poking a hornet's nest here, aren't you, Guinea Pig?

Ren: Just being cautious here. It's not like they're gonna drop everything and come over-

Futuba: (Downstairs) OH REN!~ YOU GOT SOME COMPANY!~

Ren: ......It's.....probably Ryuji or-

Bayonetta: RENNYYYYYYYYYYYY!~

Palutena: WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUU!?~

Sae: You were saying?~

Ren: ('Sighs in Defeat') Already standing corrected. Omega, tell them I'm upstairs, will ya?

Omega: Affirmative.

Omega's footsteps echoes through Makoto's phone a bit.

Makoto: (Smirks Playfully) I'm guessing it's time for you see to see your mommies now, hm?~

Ren ('Sigh') Seems like it.....Congrats, Doc, it looks like you'll be meeting them after al- AH! SERIOUSLY!?

Tae: Apologies. The excitement got best of me there.

Ren: LIAR!

Sae: Ren Amimaya, are you accusing my girlfriend of lying!?

Ren: YES I-

Sae: ........................

Ren: No! Nope....I-I'm not accusing anyone.

Sae: You better not.

Makoto: (Giggles Softly at Her Love One's Banters Between One Another) As much as I would love to hear more of your banters, I really have to get back and finish up my assignments for the night. But I'll come by and visit you first thing tomorrow morning, okay?

Ren: Sure thing. Make you get some sleep afterwards, alright?

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) Worrying about me now, aren't we?~

Ren: Can't have you looking out for my well being and not do the same, you know?

Makoto: I suppose not. I love you so much, Ren-Ren~

Ren: I love you too, my queen~

'Ahem'

Makoto: ('Sigh') And I love you as well, sis. Thank you so much for looking out for my boyfriend this evening.

Sae: Don't mention it. Your Ren-Ren has been a pain in a neck as always-

Ren: Hey!

Sae: But he's still a good boy regardless.

Tae: You forgot the reckless part, 'hon.

Sae: Ah, yes sorry. He's a good, reckless boy, I mean.

Ren: I hate you two so- AH!

Tae: Okay, that one was actually on purpose this time~

Ren: (Gritting his Teeth) I can see that, Doc.......

Makoto: (Syarts Giggling Once More) Okay~ I see you three are clearly busy now, so I'll leave you be then. Have a goodnight!~

As the phone call finally ends, Makoto begins to let out a huge sigh of relief before going back to her assignment studies for the rest of the nest.

@keyenuta

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@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@caleb13frede

#persona 5 #super smash ultimate #makoto niijima #ren amimaya #sae niijima #tae takemi #e 123 omega #futaba sakura #bayonetta #palutena #phone conversation #humor #cute romance #fluff #shumako #sae x tae #rodin (mentioned)

[petra-creat0r]

Okay so the polls have determined I'm talking about LPS.

Tbh, I don't have a whole lot to talk about when it comes to my favorite little toys from the 2000s, especially since my collection is at home, but I do have a few things!

First is my favorites! Aka Creme (Angora Rabbit #2480) and Tytus! (Goat #1786). Creme I've had since I was a kid and was one of my first pets (along with the Rat #2481 she came with who I've since lost)

Them

There's also my girl, Sydney Petrovsky. I was gonna replace her before she quickly grew on me

Her neck spring or something is broke so her head sinks down, making her a little short and 9 year old me painted her with black oil paint that smugged her original markings a bit. All in all, she's a little roughed up but I say that adds to her character.

An example of how she should look is Sara, the replacement I forgot I ordered, who, while damaged, is still in a little better condition than Sydney.

Asides from my favs... I guess I gave Garrett, the pet I brought with me to work. Since my apron has a pocket, I've been bringing one of my pets with me every shift.

Gecko.

Edit: since this took me two days, Garrett was who I brought yesterday. Today was Alli

Honestly, LPS was one of my main hyperfixations as a kid. One of my mains before discovering Undertale and I frequented LPStube as much as I could back then. (Though oddly I never got into LPS Popular and still haven't watched it). I remember watching Cookieswirlc a good amount before they started making non LPS content. As well as a lot of skits and music videos. My friends and I would even make up a couple ourselves (though we didn't really have the resources to upload them, we could still record on my mom's camera and stuff.)

Because of this, I have a few old LPS series concepts. They're not all that good because I was like, nine. But I think it'd be interesting to revisit them sometime. The first series I can remember was Peter and Piper. Since I had a double of Monkey #485 (Likely because I somehow got one from my girlfriend considering she has one Squirrel #484 which came in a playset with the monkey).

The "plot" (if you could really call it that) of the series would be that the protagonist, Peter, played by one of the monkeys, had the power to... genderbend. Piper being his girl counterpart (played by the other monkey). Could I have executed this idea with just one monkey, likely. Was it a cringe idea especially considering modern times? Yes.

The other characters was a G4 Wolf (#3806) and a G3 Guinea Pig (#3299) who I don't recall the original names of, but whom I've since dubbed Lisa and Harvey. I also remember Lisa had ice powers, causing Harvey to sing Let It Go to annoy her. There was also something with the school mascot (because of course it was set at a high school) being a hybrid of a bunch of animals including like a tiger and a bear and a dragon I think.

I'm not sure how to adapt it, asides from probably making Peter a magical girl or something? (Also probably trans as I like that better than the gender bending thing)

The second show i had even less for. It was called Twins and stared Creme (my favorite Angora Rabbit from above) and another Angora I had at some point, a pink one with striped ears, #2132. (I've since lost this pet. Might've traded it with a friend)

It was about an evil mirror dimension. As a kid, I used to believe mirrors were actually viewing portals into other dimensions and the inhabitants were opposites of us or something. A pretty common trope but I think nine year old Lorrie actually believed it.

Tbh, the concept of the 2nd one would work better with doubles compared to Peter and Piper, which might be possible with just one pet.

Anyways, that's all I have on LPS for now, anyone has any questions about my thoughts on certain pets or even some series, then shoot me an ask.

#lps series #lps #littlest pet shop #rambles #lpstube

[mercy-misrule]

Sorry I'm on mobile so I can't put this under a read more

Tw animal death, child abuse

So it's not like I forgot this, but I sort of did and out of nowhere I'm lying in bed and I have this full body flashback to when I was 12 and my mother made me kill two baby guinea pigs.

They were deformed at birth and she didn't want to pay a vet to put them to sleep, and she didn't want to kill them so she made me do it. She made me cover them with a sheet and then I had to drop a brick on them.

It was very fast and instant, at least. But I just remember crying and crying and rn I can't stop remembering this moment.

I don't even know what set this off.

I think that maybe it's because my sister's been doing a lot of soul searching and figuring out her own stuff that a bunch of mine is bubbling up at the seams

Idk. I hate that I'm thinking about this.

#abuse survival #trauma survival #animal death

[carsonian]

stony prompt: blind date au 🥰 thank you!

SOOO this is a Modern, No Powers AU where Steve and Tony are on everyone's favourite internet shitshow, "The Button", but sideways. Because maximillian shenanigans must be had. Thank you anon for the prompt! <3

I Can See Clearly Now The Blindfold's Gone on AO3 | 3,559 words | Rated M

"Alright, one of you needs to step away." Vision intones. He's been working through more polite iterations of that for the past few minutes but apparently, artificial intelligence has a limited patience, too. Point being, he's managed to inject a hell of a lot of judginess into his latest, pleading request. 

Steve can't see Tony—duh, they've got blindfolds on—but at this point in the date, he reckons he knows the man well enough to know that he's too stubborn to step away. Too fucking bad for Tony; Steve's undeterred. His grade school teacher would back him up here, wrote it right there in the report herself: "undeterred pleasure to have in class". And class isn't over.

He clenches his jaw but refuses to cross his arms. Even if Tony can't see him, there's no need to look defensive in front of Natasha and her camera crew. 

"The date can not continue if one of you doesn't step away." Vision repeats. 

"I guess this date's out of time." Tony's voice is dripping with the restrained manic of a man with his hands inches from a prize. Steve knows better than to celebrate early. He knows the difference a few inches can make; he learned that in high school.

"That's. . . not how the game works." The pause in the sentence is a sweet touch, Steve'll admit, but it's an artificial intelligence. Emphasis on artificial. Because that's what all of this is. Artificial.

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Alright, alright, here's the behind-the-scenes footage that didn't make the cut.

Natasha had emailed him with a date, time and location. The subject had read, "REMEMBER YOU OWE ME FOR THE NUDE PAINTING CLASS". Helpless to the truth of that, Steve had shown up and realised he was a guinea pig for a social experiment Natasha was conducting as part of her many pet projects. 

An hour later, he found himself seated in front of cameras with a blindfold secured on his face, an obnoxious button by the name of "Vision" on the table and an even more obnoxious guy seated opposite him.

To his credit, "Tony" didn't start off too obnoxious. 

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"I work in tech." Tony says.

(Somewhere, Sam Wilson shoots up off the water bed, takes the cucumbers off his eyes and says, "That's a red flag.")

"Oh." Steve says, "I work in art curation."

"I never got art."

"I guess it's not for everybody." Steve replies, "Like technology."

". . .Well. Everyone's got a phone."

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To his discredit, it didn't take long for Tony to verge into obnoxious territory, and it all just spiralled away from then on.

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"Well, hypothetically, if they were in a position to help the aliens, I don't see why a piece of paper telling them otherwise should stop them. Not if they're genuine heroes." Steve argues.

"But the point is that it's not just a piece of paper." Tony protests, "It's legislative infrastructure—"

"Legislative infrastructure? You're just making up convoluted terms—"

"I'm sorry, I forgot I was talking to "like, an artist, man"."

"I'm from Brooklyn, I don't know where that accent's meant to be from but it sure as hell ain't—"

"Oh my god, Brooklyn. What is Brooklyn but hipsters and overpriced cafes?"

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Vision tried to intervene multiple times to move the conversation towards a more positive topic, but each new tidbit from the other's profile only served to ignite further miscommunication and disagreement between them. In short: they kept rubbing off against each other in all the wrong ways.

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"Did you know Steve served?" Vision offers.

". . .Like, looks?"

"No, the army."

"Of course he did." Tony mumbles.

"What's that mean?" Steve asks. 

"It means thank you for your service." Tony says brightly.

"Sure it does."

"Tony describes himself as a philanthropist?" Vision tries.

"Amongst other things." Tony clarifies. 

"Of course you describe yourself as that." Steve says.

"What, you got a problem with philanthropy now?"

"Sure, I got a problem with rich people giving away money as a tax write-off and then calling themselves philanthropists."

"Why do you assume I'm rich?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe the entitlement?"

"Bold words from someone who feels entitled enough to pass judgement on someone they met ten minutes ago."

"Like you're not doing the same."

"Oh, fuck off, hypocrite."

"Language!"

"Wh-aow. You sure you were in the military?"

"You sure you're not the charity case?"

.

All that to say, the newfound silence between the two of them is a snuffed, deafening thing. 

"Can I confirm that neither of you are willing to press me and step away from the table?" Vision obviously doesn't deal with awkward silences well.

"By all means, Tony." Steve says.

"Feel free, Steve." Tony volleys. 

Spiritually, they're in a staring contest. Physically, Steve feels like an idiot schmuck wasting his Saturday afternoon away in Natasha's studio. 

"Then, without further ado, I'd like to offer my sincere congratulations to the two of you for winning the all-expenses paid date."

"What?" Steve straightens. 

"Pass." Tony says at the same moment. 

"That's the point of this game, if you two can recall anything from before your effusive debate about Star-titled enterprises." Vision says. 

"Star Wars." Tony says.

"Star Trek." Steve hits back. 

"That and much more can be discussed between the two of you on an all-expenses paid date. In a galaxy far, far away from here." Vision says. 

"I'm not doing that." Tony insists. 

"Can I take the blindfold off?" Steve asks.

"Go ahead." Vision says. 

Steve hears rustling opposite him as he drags his blindfold off his face. A few moments pass where he's just blinking through the glare of the studio lights and when he finally looks up, he immediately makes eye contact with Tony just as the man's blinking his own eyes open. 

A goatee that should look hopelessly outdated. Dark hair curled over his ears. Brown eyes outlined with visibly thick lashes. The kind of lips that promise trouble.

I'm in trouble, Steve thinks.

The realisation hits like a sucker punch, like the deepest injustices writ true, like assuming life's given you lemons and opening the basket to find limes. Steve stares at Tony, gobsmacked, and it's that very inability to look away that has him hurtling right on to another realisation. 

The brown eyes he's been struck by are looking at him with the same cocktail of emotions Steve's trying to swallow down. 

The realisation that the guy they've each been fighting for the past ten and change, the guy they've managed to get on the wrong side of for every fucking point that's come up—

That guy's hot.

Tony's lips curl in self-contained disgust and Steve feels his own eyebrows flatten in irritated reflex before they both lean forward, and in a show of coordinated, petty competitiveness, slap a hand down on the button. 

"First." Tony huffs triumphantly, and the smug smirk suits him a little too well. Steve wants to bang him like a fucking screen door in a hurricane. He wants to churn him like butter. He wants to choke him on his dick. He wants to ask him if he really doesn't like art or if he just had a bad teacher. He wants to slap that smirk off his face and soothe the sting with his lips.

". . .Whatever." It's a weak response and the brunet recognises it as such, head slanting the faintest as he considers Steve.

"I wasn't red when you pressed me. So that doesn't count, which you'd know, if either of you were paying attention to the briefing." Vision's voice is as flat as an AI can get, "You can both go on your date now."

"The date that's not happening, you mean?" Tony asks, "That date?"

.

"It's happening." Natasha crosses her arms, and why on God's blue Earth—the sea levels are rising and Steve's rising to meet 'em head-on—does it not look defensive on her? She's staring at Steve with enough heat for him to consider that maybe global warming's her fault. 

"Been an awful lotta greenhouse gases around since youse was born." Steve says unthinkingly. 

"What is wrong with you?" Natasha asks.

"I meant that you're full of gas." Steve makes a quick recovery, "It's one thing to have me cover for the participants of your social experiment not showing up but it's altogether another thing to make me go on a date with a guy I don't even—"

"I saw you staring at his ass." Natasha points out, "And then I saw you shake your head."

"Why'd he wear such tight pants?" Steve hisses. 

"As I believe you Americans say," Natasha pauses dramatically here, and it becomes pretty fucking obvious where Vision got his theatrical sense of timing from, "If you've got it, flaunt it."

"He doesn't got it." Steve lies.

"Isn't English your first and only language?" Natasha points out, "How the fuck are you so bad at it?"

"Je parle—"

"Yeah, you parlay all over the place." Natasha cuts him off, "And yes, you're going, Steve, because I didn't tell you to go all Stevie Rogers on him and refuse to step away just to make a point that didn't even make sense."

"The point was that the one who's being a prick should step away." Steve says.

"Then by all rights, both of you should have stepped away." Natasha says, "The tension was insane. I can't figure out if you two have brilliant chemistry or are just a failed chemistry experiment."

"And this is your way of finding out?" Steve asks.

"No, Steve, I could care less about what happens with you two. I just need to follow up because our methodology included a post-date debriefing for every couple that didn't press the button on each other. Which, if you remember, was what you both didn't do. Et voilà, you have a date." 

"Ugh." Steve rubs a hand over his face, "You swear this isn't a longwinded way of setting me up with someone?"

"Would I do that?" Natasha asks.

"Uh, yeah?" Steve answers with the same tone a person would answer the question: is the sky blue? Which is to say he spoke with a certainty wavering only because the question's obvious to the point of redundancy. Like just. Look up. Natasha's texts to Steve.

"Then I guess you'll never know the real me." Natasha uncrosses her arms, "'Cause I gave up on your love life after you passed on Carynne."

"I didn't pass on her."

"You literally said pass!"

"Yeah, as in pass the fucking salt. Jesus, we were at my ma's for dinner, Natasha."

"The timing was suspicious. Auspicious, even." Natasha shakes her head, "Now listen, come on, just go get burgers, don't kill him, and then a few weeks later, wax poetic about how you can't get to know anyone in a meaningful way during a ten minute game designed to artificially heighten your sense of alienation."

"Aren't you tampering with the experiment?" Steve points out, "Tellin' me all this?"

"It's a social experiment, Steve. Everything's staged."

.

"So." Steve attempts once he's had two bites of his cheeseburger, "How'd you get involved in this experiment?"

From across the table, in a scene both familiar and new—the light in this diner is a lot less forgiving than in the studio, and also, Steve doesn't have a blindfold on—Tony watches him carefully.

"Uh, Bruce. He designed Vision? Or well, we did." Tony's index finger scratches a nervous line against his ear, "Uh, we were actually designing this AI for—a class." Tony shrugs swiftly, "It didn't take but the core code was solid, and Bruce ended up repurposing it for this."

"I guess you're kinda like the estranged father, then." Steve says unwittingly. 

Tony's cheeseburger stays lofted halfway to his mouth, a single raised eyebrow levelled at Steve.

Alright, Rogers, commit or quit. Steve takes a sip of his jumbo coke.

"Y'know, 'cause Bruce ran off with the kid." Steve explains.

The raised eyebrow lowers, meets its companion in the middle in a furrowed expression.

Then, almost abruptly, something softens. Steve's not sure what exactly but he watches it ripple over Tony's face as the man goes, "Guess I'm taking after my father then."

The snort is natural, and Steve covers it up with a hand, surprised at his own reaction. 

When he dares to look over again, Tony's eyes are practically twinkle, twinkle, little star-ing at Steve. 

"You know," Tony starts after a few moments of weighted silence wherein they pretend they're not sneaking looks at each other, "I wasn't trying to insult art."

"You did a good impression of it, then." Steve says.

"I just," Tony scrunches his nose in uncertain thought, "I don't really get how certain paintings have more value than others when there are some that are obviously much easier to make. Like, I could totally make—"

"A Jackson Pollock?" Steve interrupts, raising his eyebrows in a silent "gotcha" when Tony startles, "Yeah, I know. Point isn't that you could do it. Point is, you didn't."

"But that doesn't explain scale." Tony returns.

"Art's not about—" Steve rubs a hand over his mouth, "Here, look. There're measures people use to try and quantify a piece's value and sure, some of it even makes sense, but the point—the point is how it makes you feel. What emotions it stirs in you. How it challenges you."

"And what if it doesn't stir up anything?" Tony asks, "'Cause I got four contemporary art pieces in my apartment I feel nothing but the vaguest pleasantness for, and the only challenge is figuring out how much maintenance they need."

"Two things." Steve picks up a french fry, "Either you're not looking deep enough, or you're not an art person. Actually, three things. Why do you have four art pieces at your apartment if you're not into art?"

"I have a convincing assistant." Tony says before leaning back, "Also, y'know, some people just aren't art people."

"Nah. I bet I could persuade you over to the dark side." Steve says.

Tony squints his eyes at him. "Not a Star Wars guy, huh?"

"I never said I wasn't a Star Wars guy." Steve corrects, "Just that Star Trek was objectively better."

"Huh." Tony picks at his cheeseburger wrapper, "So, upon review—I don't actually hate art. You don't actually hate Star Wars. That's two things we got wrong."

"You hate the military?" Steve asks.

"Yeah." Tony says, "Sure."

"You. . .hate soldiers?" Steve checks.

"No, I don't hate veterans." Tony catches on, and then smiles down at his cheeseburger, "You really don't know who I am, do you?"

"Well, I'm not gonna be taking back the entitled thing anytime soon." Steve says, mostly in a murmur to himself except he doesn't adjust the volume or nothing. So it's really just something he says.

"Tony Stark, as in Stark Industries?" Tony clarifies, and then raises his eyebrows in a mirror of Steve's own surprised reaction, "So, no, I don't hate veterans, and if a camera is put in front of me, I'll even say I don't hate the military complex."

"You're Tony Stark," Steve breathes out, "Huh."

"Turn off?" Tony asks. 

"Not anymore than you not being into art." Steve says. 

Tony swipes a hand over his mouth, hiding the pleased twist of his lips from Steve as he flits a quick, restless glance around the diner. 

"We really got our wires crossed, didn't we?" Steve asks.

"Well." Tony shrugs, looking back at Steve, "I usually just cut the wire."

"How's that work out for you, normally?" Steve asks. 

"Eh, hit or miss." Tony leans forward, folding his hands together over the table, eyes uncharacteristically solemn as he proposes, "Do you wanna go back to my apartment and fuck?"

"Yes." Steve answers readily, "Will you let me try and explain the art pieces to you?"

"Ah. So it's like that?" Tony asks, a touch of appreciation in his voice.

"It's like that." Steve decides. 

"Is this another dashing facet of your personality?" Tony asks, "Leaping without looking?"

"It's called a leap of faith." Steve says. 

"How's that work out for you, normally?" Tony echoes.

"Hit or miss." Steve echoes in return. 

". . . Okay." Tony says, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully, "I will let you explain the art pieces to me. . .if we can do a Star Wars marathon for the second one."

"Someone's assuming." Steve says, "Second one, huh?"

"If you're as easy in bed as you are on the eyes," Tony shrugs, "Why not?"

"Okay, smart mouth." Steve says, leaning back, "Lucky for you, that's my type."

"You know, I totally thought this would end with a hate fuck." Tony says, taking a sip of his coke, "This is much nicer. I like a good cuddle after, you know? Stay in bed," Tony takes another sip, "Do the daily crossword and whatnot."

Steve licks his lips before saying, low and intense, "Okay, you're gonna stop sucking that straw so obscenely and finish your coke so that we can get outta here and back to your place."

At that, Tony takes off the lid and straw, and downs the remaining coke in one easy sip. The notch of his throat as he swallows is just as obscene as the blowie he'd been giving the straw. When Tony puts the cup back down, the smarmy look on his face tells Steve that he knows it too.

Yeah, Steve's gonna have to fuck him.

.

A decent chunk of time later, Steve finds out that Tony wasn't lying about enjoying a good cuddle after sex and also that one of the four paintings Tony's interior designer picked out is genuinely trite. 

"So, not all art is good art?"

"Are all AIs Vision?" Steve volleys against Tony's temple. 

"No, most of 'em are Ultrons." Tony sniffs, stroking a finger down Steve's forearm. 

"Ultrons?"

"It was the name of our first attempt at an AI." Tony explains, "Shitshow, that one."

"Why was it a shitshow?" 

"Pft." Tony mumbles against him, "Tons of reasons. It's a long story."

"Well." Steve says, "We got more than ten minutes. And no button in sight."

"Well, alright." Tony says, "So, uh, it was two years ago, and. . ."

.

"Not just a pretty face, am I?" Steve asks a little later than that. Tony's crossword app is still open on the bed.

"Mm." Tony screws up his eyes at him, "A pretty face with a pretty dick."

"Pretty brain, too?"

"Yeah, you're no Brooklyn hipster. And besides, I fumbled over the manufacturer for one second." Tony rolls his eyes, "I'm a genius, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, whatsit? Genuis, billionaire, playboy—"

"—philanthropist." Tony finishes with a touch of irony, "Thanks."

"Vision's a shit wingman." Steve says.

"Oh, absolutely." Tony thunks his head against Steve's chest, "I mean, why would he bring up that I was a "guns aficionado" after you said that your least favourite part of basic training was the shooting?"

"We were set up." Steve says.

"Soooo set up." Tony says, "But, you know, I'm also an asshole, so. Putting that out there."

"It's fine, I can be a dick." Steve shrugs it off.

". . .Aw, we fit." Tony says.

"Whaddya—oh." Steve turns his gaze heavenward, "Hey, where'd that button go off to?"

.

"How do you think the blindfold and button affected your ability to connect with the other person during the blind date?" Vision's voice is cool through the button.

"Well, firstly," Steve sends a shiteating quirk of the lips—he's not a grinner—Natasha's way, to where she's standing behind the camera, "It's difficult to have a meaningful connection with someone in just ten minutes, especially when the independent variables are designed to enhance feelings of alienation."

". . .And what about you, Tony?" Vision asks. 

Sitting across from him, Steve's partner offers a shiteating grin—he's a grinner—to the camera. 

"Oh, I think it was fabulous." Tony says.

"It seems you still disagree on many topics even after commencing a romantic relationship." Vision says.

"Not everything." Steve points out.

"What topics do you agree on?" Vision asks.

"Politics, surprisingly," Tony lists off, "TV shows, not surprisingly. Cutest animals, obviously—"

"Sex positions." Steve pitches in. 

Tony snaps his fingers at Steve, "Yes, that's crucial. Thank you, honeypot."

Steve winces before leaning forward to admit, "We disagree on appropriate pet names."

.

"So it really wasn't on purpose?" Bruce asks. They're reviewing the footage from the interview, editing down the more inappropriate aspects at the behest of the SI public relations team.

"I'm a human, Bruce," Natasha drinks from her coffee mug, "Not some manipulative mastermind. How could I have predicted that Steve and Tony would get together? They're totally different on paper. I mean, Tony's all digital, you wouldn't even find him on paper."

"An HTML document, maybe." Bruce thinks out loud, "Huh. I guess opposites really do attract."

"Chemistry." Natasha squints her eyes, "Riiiight."

"Hey, I'd call this experiment a success." Bruce says, putting his hand out for a high-five. Natasha brings her hand up and brings Bruce's hand down.

"That's because you haven't looked far ahead enough." Natasha says, "You don't realise that we've just put the most argumentative, polarising individuals we know into a relationship. For a social experiment."

"Oh." Bruce turns faintly green. "Oh, shit—"

.

"Hit." Steve says.

"Total hit." Tony agrees.

And if they can agree on that? Then the rest's all lemons.

#my writing #my fics #stevetony #prompt fill

[thelaughingmerman]

I would love to hear your LCA headcanons!

Hi! I wasn't ignoring this ask I'm so sorry I 10000 percent just plain forgot it was in here (I think I opened it first on my phone while out and about and said "Oh fun!! I will answer this at home!" And that was when I forgot.)

I had a couple posts but I can't find them because I don't know what tagging is. Here are some things I do remember. Under a readmore because I wrote too much, spaced them all out with bullet marks:

-Freya is a lesbian, but not currently seeing anyone. She works A LOT. And spends a lot more time at the Station than she really needs to (though she's not Duke levels of bad). She's very dedicated to and loves her job, but it's a very stressful position. It's tiring a lot but she wouldn't give it up for the world.

-Clemmons is bi and lives with his partner. Like most everyone at the station, he works a 24 on, 48* off shift. He spends a lot of time exploring the city on off time. He's great with directions, and people person who usually remembers little details about friends and family they may have mentioned once in passing. This (coupled with his tendency to excel when given a task he's good at) made him the perfect candidate to tackle Freya's unique form of firefighting (it’s part of the reason she chose him for her team, and why she started sending him to get her wild list of firefighting supplies). While sort of bad at managing his own anxiety, he's really good at helping others manage theirs. He likes video games a lot too!

-Bob is questioning his gender and sexuality. He didn't know there were so many labels and now he's very confused. He doesn't have to figure it out right away. While he works the 24/48 schedule as well, he's most likely to give extra hours where necessary. Spends a chunk of his off days at the gym. Loves dogs and would like a dog of his own but with that schedule he knows it wouldn't be fare to the dog even with a sitter.

-Carol is a single mom. Her ex doesn't stay in touch and it's just fine for them really. As of last Christmas their family has grown by 2 (Guinea Pigs). Both Carol and Maddie really consider Mayor Fleck like family to them. Fleck isn't good with words on that sort of thing but he is very fond of them, yes. Fleck is a practical man, and this extends to gifts. The Christmas following the events of 'Small Carol' he gave Maddie her own 'special mayor pen' with her name on it. She loves it and keeps it safe in the box it came in when she's not using it.

-Frankie had a gallery show for his art once! He invited Duke, mostly so he could see his first collaboration piece, a self portrait with tire tracks across it. (Frankie Lupelli and Duke DeTain, Self Portrait with Tire Tracks, Mixed Media Acrylics on Canvas with LEGO Brand Tire)

-Big Betty is very close with her family. She has two young nieces (9 and 6) who she often babysits. Sometimes Hank will come hang out with her and her nieces too. They let the girls paint their nails and do their makeup and hair. The pair also actually go get their nails done together sometimes. Frankie has joined them on occasion. Vinnie came once but he complained.

-Hacksaw is gender-neutral and has no preference of pronouns.

-Wheelie is a gay trans man (and would really like to be called Wheelie like for the love of god why aren't we using this man's name, that's not a headcanon I'm just annoyed).

-Billy's cat (from Billy the Bug, we never see this cat again but Anne says he can keep it I have to assume this thing is still in the house) LOVES Mark. Mark has yet to fully come around but he has been caught once or twice patting the cat's head (like one small, barely even making contact) when it jumps onto the arm rest of his chair. Sanitizer used immediately after, but hey, baby steps.

This got wordy I'm so sorry I'll stop there for now.

I haven't researched what it's like elsewhere but here in America a lot of stations do a 24 on- 48 off schedule. Where teams work a full 24 hour day, then have two days off. I've made this the case for LCA as well?

#lca #lego city adventures #garmadont #im sorry it took me a million years also sorry half of these are like somewhat supported by canon and the other half #just make sense to me in particular based on my understanding of the characters mileage mayvary #aforementioned clemmons partner is an oc and that i wont apologize for

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Ikevamp - Sebastian's route - chapter 23

MC woke up in her room and Leonardo and Napoleon were they. Napoleon said that she slept for a day or hours (something like that).

Leonardo asked what happened because they were also confused, but she lied saying that she didn't remember a thing.

Obviously, none of them believed in her. But as she was still weak, they didn't say anything.

When they left her room, Napoleon asked Leonardo if there are more vampires in the mansion now. He also thinks Sebastian bit her, but that just doesn't make sense.

Leonardo, who is a pureblood, said that he feels the presence of 2 humans, 1 half-human and all the rest are vampires, which means that Sebastian is still a human!

I am shocked. I thought that at this point he was maybe like Napoleon, but, apparently, not yet. And it also seems that he doesn't have fangs. In the last chapter's CG, when they showed him biting MC, I didn't see any fangs. Weird...

Ah, Leo also said that Comte didn't come home yet. I swear that I totally forgot about that hahahahah. How long has he been away?

MC saw that the boys were not watching her and she went to Sebastian's room. She and Sebastian started talking through the door and I'm not gonna lie, that was kinda funny, but cute at the same time.

Sebastian doesn't want to open his door. He is embarrassed for what he did. And he is afraid he will hurt her again. Just like he said in his last letter.

He is also feeling guilty, so he told her that he will leave the mansion before something bad happens to her. It looked like he was "breaking up" with her.

MC didn't think twice. She went in the middle of the night to the church. Faust was a bit surprised, but when she started explaining what happened, he realized that Sebastian bit her. He was interesting to know if she felt the same effects as a vampire bite.

During their convo, MC realized a different aura coming from Faust. That's when he revealed that he is a vampire and he knows about the mansion and everything else.

I have no idea what is going to happen next. I don't know if Faust is planning to kidnap her to see how Sebastian will react. It is also unclear what the fuck Sebastian is at this point. But the only thing I'm sure of is that Faust is having a great time using Sebastian as a guinea pig lol. OH BOY I DO LOVE SOME ANGST XD

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #sebastian #otome #cybird

[north-park]

Some thoughts about the special i have never wrote down before i forget:

• i really appreciate the background? There was a shot of another classroom and it really stuck with me because i think this is one of the few if not only other time we see another classroom?

Idk it was a rare sight and it was cool

• Stan's plot. Omg my little poor babyboy Stanley, i loved him in this ep and how incredibly in-character he was, yes, he more than other characters would be hurt by forced loneliness and try to masquarede it projecting it on the ones he considers "weak" (like Butters) before admitting he was the weak one all along, he is scared of change and wants everything to return as it was when he was happier, Peak Stan Marsh Storyline

• I guess this is a minor complain but I really disliked that Kyle didn't hug him when Stan was crying, c'mon Kyle, your SBF has expressed his own deepest pain with more honesty than ever before and you don't even hug him? Is this really the moment of social distancing?

I get that Kyle kinda... didn't do anything here lbr but him doing nothing is worse than being mean to me, Cartman didn't hug him either but at least he was moved enough by his tears to do SOMETHING at least, which leads to...

• Cartman and Randy, specifically them having really similar character arcs, starting as just serving their selfish interests until they realize other people shouldn't suffer for their wishes, with Cartman actually being the more sympathetic out the two, and as we know... this will become a recurring trend for these specials... for the better or worse

Of course both of their attempts are destroyed by Garrison, a really interesting choice tbh, Garrison is very similar to both of them too, but leaning towards Cartman's explicitly ruthless and delusional side while Randy is more.... grounded i guess?

• I have talked about Randy and Jimbo not being siblings anymore, but in this special it makes sense why, Randy is suddently very cruel towards Jimbo, it's like the show forgot they are friends, it would be pretty weird even for Randy to use his brother as guinea pig for his weed covid vaccine; and also cuz, y'know he's trying to make him smoke his cum but whatever

• Nothing to say about her but I liked Sharon in this ep, i'm hust confused if the ending implies she is lying to Randy about smoking weed?

• Stephen and Butters... i really like how pissed off they were all lmao, it's one of those eps that really reminds you they are father and son

Butters is pretty interesting bc... despite the plot revolving around him he doesn't do a lot in this special, he is mostly there to give voice to the audience and complain on how incompetent everyone is, i'm pretty sure in the italian version Butters is the only kid to swear trought the entire to show, not Cartman, not Kenny, BUTTERS.

I think both Stan and the show kinda want to play with your expectations, Stan is right saying that the pandemic is hurting people who cracks down as easily as Butters, but he is not suffering the way he is, Butters is just angry, angry because he keeps being lied to and get denied of the things he thinks he rightfully should have, again a very Butters-like plot

But while everyone is suffering from isolation and the world failing on you and you failing the world as well, this pain is really mostly about Stan, Butters wishing for a bear is pretty cute tho and i hope they got him one later one 👍

Stephen also only appears in minor scenes but I kinda loved him? This is maybe the more openly aggressive he has ever been, there is no moment he isn't repling badly to someone, it's like he's having an even shittier week than the usual, love when in the chatroom scene he suddently calls out Thomas out nowhere because he doesn't want Butters to be near to Craig, which funny enough happens right in the next scene, he does actually knows his sons after all

Also minor note but. Why was Tweek's mom was spying Wendy's mom in the dressing room What was that

And the scene in the town where he just punches and knocks down Wendy's mom out the blue?? Causing the entire town to fight eachother??? He was NOT having him that day, do not cross roads with Stephen Stotch when his son is upsetting him if you don't want trouble lmao

#my post #paramount+ specials reviews #new tags ig?

[okinawanoumi]

I and Mother (1-2)

I quit my job seven years ago at the age of 43.

Mother was 79 years old. It was four years after she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease.

Her condition was not bad enough for me to quit the company. She could do everything except for cooking. However, every morning when she  dropped me off at the front door, she always asked me, ``Are you coming home late again today?''  I saw tears in her eyes.

My life was spinning like a guinea pig pawn. I almost always took the last train home, and I spent a quarter of the year on business trips somewhere.

The trading job I  had was fun, with business trips and drinking parties, and a year passed by in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it, I was in my 40s. The small hole that opened in my heart a few years ago gradually grew larger, and from time to time a draft would pass through it. I'm not married and I don't have any children. I had few friends. All I had was work.

Mother is almost eighty years old. How long will she be in this world?

Maybe five or six years?

Someone can do my job, but  I must be the only one who could take her on a trip. She had asked the same thing over and over again, but she didn't have any behavioral problems related to dementia, so I didn't completely believe the doctor's diagnosis. ``She was lonely without me.'' ``If I took her on a trip for a few months, I'm sure Alzheimer's would be cured.''  I quit my job without thinking deeply.

There were many things I wanted to do after I quit my job. I wanted to read books and travel.

However, I gradually realized that you feel more eager to do things when you can't do them.  Although I had plenty of time, my motivation gradually declined.

I used to make fun of being a housewife, but housework was harder than work.

Cooking, cleaning, laundry. I finally realized that the reason I didn't have to do these things that are essential for human survival was because my mother had been doing them for me.

``Being a housewife isn't done in a day,'' and you can't do housework without doing it.

After starting home care for a while, the house became a mess, laundry piled up, and meals became easy.

I saw the mother sitting blankly in her room with tears streaming down her face.

"Mom," she murmured with tears.

"Mom," was her crying out for help, almost drowning in the white sea of time.

She was the kind of person who liked to move around and do things all the time. She probably wanted to do something, but dementia is a disease that robs a person of spontaneity. Therefore, she can't just find something to do on her own. That was her biggest dilemma.

These blank days probably began about 15 years ago, long before she was diagnosed with dementia.

We were in the United States at that time.  She came to visit me who was studying at an American university.  She came there during my winter break and lived there for two years. I was busy with classes and friends. What was she doing alone? Occasionally, she seemed to take a walk near our apartment, but Mother, who didn't know any English, had no TV or newspaper to watch, and no one to talk to.

Mother's values seem to be more in line with those of the US than those of Japan. She never complained and did all the housework. And from that time on, I was in charge of money, shopping, and important decisions. That's why I decided we moved out of the apartment we'd lived in for 25 years as soon as I returned to Japan. Without even asking her opinion. After living in a big house in the US, I could no longer live in a rabbit hutch. Over the next ten years, I moved three times.

Mother was living in a strange land, not knowing anyone. Her two children went to work and returned home late.  I once forgot to pay the electricity bill and then my sister who came home first found Mother sitting there in the dark. It wasn't until much later that we learned that her room didn't have proper heating and that she had contracted pneumonia, which she recovered from on her own. Her dentures and reading glasses had been broken for a long time.

The causes were everywhere, but without a crystal ball to see into the future, I couldn't see anything.

It's darkest under the lamp post.

I wasn't looking at the person closest to me. A person who is always by my side and surrounds me like an air.

Since then, my mother's life has been gradually heading towards dementia.

Her enormous hours of loneliness crushed her, and she became ill.

Now, her life was before my eyes.

And in front of us was an endless sea of white time.

#caring #dementia #mental health

[silver-wields-a-pen]

I found this in my phone's notebook, completely forgot I wrote it, so enjoy the random ☺️

Vyxen was sitting on a makeshift bench crafted from a fallen tree when Tundra came up behind her and said, "Why do you look like you're watching a show and all you're missing is popcorn?"

Vyxen half turned to reveal she had a handful of nuts as she popped one into her grinning mouth. "Cause I am," she replied, jerking her head to the side.

Tundra followed her line of sight and spotted Hal Culvers chatting to Nyima. About to ask what Vyxen found so amusing, he stopped when it became clear what Hal was doing. "Why is Hal flirting with my girlfriend?" Tundra asked in disbelief. He thought everyone knew he and Nyima were an item.

Vyxen snorted and said, "Because she's hot and he has eyes." She sent a sly look Tundra's way before adding, "You're lucky she doesn't like girls or you'd have even more competition." She flicked a nut into her mouth and crunched it. "Course, if she liked girls, she'd be my girlfriend, not yours. Everyone knows she likes me best."

"You're not her type," Tundra replied without taking his eyes off Hal.

Vyxen cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "Nyima, if you liked girls, I'd be your first choice, right?!"

Nyima jerked her head around. Frowning with clear confusion she said, "I do like girls. You're my friend."

Tundra snorted this time. "Nice try, but you forgot that kind of thing goes over her head."

Vyxen repeated Tundra's words back in a high pitched, mocking voice before adding in her normal tone, "And you forgot that means anybody can get close to her." Smirking evilly, she pointed to Hal, who shyly showing Nyima a trick with one of his spiders.

Nyima smiled and Tundra felt his heart squeeze in response. I'm not jealous. She probably doesn't even know he's-- Tundra noted how Nyima's cheeks darkened as she blushed. It's probably embarrassment. "He's not pretty enough to be her type."

Vyxen snorted. "You don't know anything, do you? Nyima likes big, strong guys."

"I'm strong," Tundra shot back, sounding petulant.

"Are you big, though?" Vyxen gave him a once over and snickered.

"No comment," he replied, as Nyima excused herself from Hal and came towards him and Vyxen.

"Why you laughing like that?" Nyima asked the cackling Vyxen.

"I always knew those big muscles were compensating for something!"

Shaking his head, Tundra said in a mild voice, "I don't know how you got that from 'no comment'." He hopped over the tree trunk and planted himself in front of Nyima. He took her wrist in a light grip and ran his thumb along across her skin. "What do you think? Am I compensating for something?" He gave her a slow smile and watched for the moment she got his meaning and blushed. His smile widened when she shook her head.

"This was too easy!" Vyxen threw her hands up, scattering the remaining nut fragments she held. She pointed at Nyima and held her hand out. "I told you he'd be jealous. Pay up!" She grinned hugely as Nyima fished a small coin from a pouch tied at her hip and passed it over.

Tundra frowned and looked from Nyima to Vyxen and back. "What?"

"What?" Vyxen parroted at him. "We were talking--us and Abaddon and the girls--and Zercey brought up how society thinks being jealous is sexy, and Scy said it depends on the person, so--"

"You decided to use me as a guinea pig?" Tundra's brows rose with slight annoyance.

"Well, duh, cause you're the type of guy who wouldn't get jealous, according to Seth, and Nyima never notices when anyone's flirting with her so..."

"And the money?" He looked at Nyima, who shrugged.

"Vyxen said it's what everyone do."

Tundra couldn't deny that people in Las bet on almost anything. "You bet I wouldn't be jealous, and she bet I would?"

"Seth did, too. Everyone said you're a robot!" Vyxen cackled again. "Off to collect the rest of my winnings!" She hopped down from the log and patted Nyima's arm. "Jealousy can be pretty toxic, but for ice boy's case, it shows he likes you a lot."

Nyima rolled her eyes and looked away to hide her flushed cheeks.

"Shouldn't your bet have been if she thought it was sexy?" Tundra called after her as he thought it through.

Vyxen laughed. "She thinks everything you do is sexy!"

Tundra smirked as Nyima scoffed and looked the other way. "That true?" he asked, stepping close. His fingers grazed her hip as he slid an arm around her waist. He held onto his amusement as he added, "Do you think I'm sexy?" She wouldn't get the pop culture reference, but from the way her brow creased briefly he knew she'd picked up on something she didn't understand. Maybe Vyxen's comment about Nyima liking big, strong guys bothered him more than he wanted to admit. After everything that happened to his face he couldn't help wonder if his looks still attracted Nyima. Their relationship had been pretty rocky for a while, and at times he still felt they weren't heading anywhere together. His voice dropped as he murmured in her ear, "I think you're sexy."

Nyima's breath hitched and she tentatively put her hand on his bicep and slid it towards his shoulder. "Yes, you're sexy."

He smirked as his pulse kicked up a notch. It was cute hearing Nyima say words like that. Not only did her accent make it sound erotic, but the image others had of her made it implausible she'd talk that way. It was like a secret only he knew. I wonder if I ask her to go make out whether she'd agree. He didn't get the chance to find out, since Scyanatha called for her. "Cockblocked," he muttered, indulging in one last moment of Nyima's attention before letting her go. "You know," he began in a conversational tone as he fell into step beside her, "if you did like girls, we all know it'd be Scy."

Nyima rolled her eyes. "You're being lewd."

Tundra stopped short, then chuckled. "Hey, I didn't even get to the part where I asked to watch." Despite how potentially arousing the thought was, it set a similar dart of jealousy off in his chest. "Scratch that. You know what, just forget this whole conversation and--" pay attention to me. He stopped before he finished his sentence. "...Do you think jealousy is sexy?"

Nyima gave the question serious consideration. Cheeks high with colour, she said in a quiet voice, "...Only if it improves things in bed."

...Wasn't expecting that. Sometimes even he forgot how straightforward Nyima could be. "I think you're talking more about being possessive. You know," he leaned over and whispered in a rough voice, "you're mine." Retreating, he noted Nyima's cheeks were even more flushed than before, and she was breathing heavily in an effort to stay calm. Holy shit...Okay, brain, whatever you do, do not forget this. "You know," he added in a low voice, as Scyanatha came within ear shot, "in the future, I could say that in bed as many times as you want, if you want." He didn't get a chance to hear an answer with Scyanatha breaking into a list of instructions the second she greeted them. He did note Nyima seemed preoccupied and distracted for the rest of the day, and hoped it was because she was thinking about what he said. If he'd known how charged his words were among Nyima's culture he would have been the one unable to think about anything else.

#writeblr #writeblr community #illthdar #guardians of las #fantasy #dark fantasy

[unreliable-trash]

GOTH WIFE GOTH WIFE GOTH WIFE GOTH WIFE

#i don't care if no one else considers her goth #her purple hair and choker make me consider her goth #and don't forgot her guinea pig #Abigail #marriage #i was playing stardew valley #stardew valley

[englishknightsky]

south park headcanons 2 electric boogaloo

- Craig is the descendant of an ancient Incan god. Unfortunately, all that Incan god controlled was guinea pigs.

- Timmy is one of the smartest students in school and uses sign language to communicate, unfortunately the teachers don't understand sign language, but his friends do thankfully.

- Timmy and Tweek both stim by flapping their arms.

- Craig's the type of friend who thoughtfully buys a friend a useful gift that they've expressed interest in before, wraps it up nice and neat with a bow on top, and then tell them what it is before they unwrap it, because he hates surprises. He can also correctly guess what a wrapped present is, making it impossible to surprise him.

- Damien's tiny black one headed pomeranian Cerberus is a puppy of the actual three headed hellhound Cerberus. He's not sure what went wrong there, but he loves his little runt of the litter anyway.

- Estella and Gregory are twins.

- Kyle's name in Cartman's phone is 'Joo', nobody bothered to teach him how to spell.

- Mr. Slave's first name is Richard, but he goes by Dick. Dick Slave.

- Tweek has been walking home from school alone and picking up his dad's deliveries since he could first walk. He dragged a little red wagon behind him.

- Karen takes on the role as Lady Mysterion as an adult. Kenny is still her guardian angel, but now she gets to be guardian angel to others, and she loves it.

- All three McCormick siblings never forgot their roots when they grew up and became successful. They all donate money and food to charities, and go out of their ways to help anyone they can.

- Kenny dresses as Santa every year for his friends' younger siblings, and later, their and his own children.

- Kevin S is always up for a movie, no matter how bad the reviews are. He even pays for any drinks or snacks his friends want.

- Cartman still visits Romper Stomper in juvie.

#south park #pls feel free to add to this #eric cartman #kenny McCormick #karen McCormick #craig tucker #tweek tweak #timmy burch #damien thorn #kyle broflovski #estella havisham #gregory of yardale #kevin stoley

[firecatvariant]

MC Monday Prompt #4

MC accidentally drinks a truth potion around everyone. Seeing the opportunity, Asmodeus asks MC what they think about each and everyone one of them. What does MC say?

Kana hiccuped and giggled a little bit. The truth serum was making her feel giddy.

"Solomon, why do ya always gotta make Kana be your guinea pig!" Mammon yelled.

"Well, she volunteered to test this out for me earlier," Solomon replied calmly. "I didn't mean for her to have it here. But she's in no danger, I would never put her in danger."

Kana was feeling amazing, light and bubbly. But she was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to tell everyone the truth about she felt about them. She glanced around at everyone in the room.

Asmo decided to take the opportunity to break the ice. "Kana, darling. How do you feel about everyone here?"

"I love everyone soooooo much," Kana replied. She stood up and walked over to Lucifer and wrapped her arms around his middle.

"Lucifer, you work too hard. You're too uptight sometimes. But you're also soft and romantic, and I adore you in those moments." Lucifer looked embarassed as Kana pulled away.

Next was Mammon. Kana walked up and took his hands in hers.

"Mammon, you're such a good guy. I know you don't think it, but you really are. You're an amazing friend and a good brother, even if you can be a little annoying at times."

Mammon blushed. "Y-You're crazy Kana."

Kana walked over to Levi and gave him a big hug, to which Levi yelped in embarrassment.

"Levi, you're also a good guy. You need to have more confidence in yourself, because I believe in you. There's no one else I'd rather play games with, or talk to anime about. You're my Lord of Shadows forever."

Levi's face turned beat red, and he looked like he was about to faint.

Satan was next. He smiled at Kana, wondering what she was going to say.

Kana wrapped her arms around his neck, and everyone gaped. "Satan, I love you. My fellow cat and book lover. You're my best friend in the whole world, and if I wasn't with Solomon, I know I'd be with you."

Satan looked faintly surprised, but very pleased. Solomon didn't seem as happy by that revelation, but shrugged it off.

Kana glomped onto Asmo. "Asmo, you're seriously the bestest friend, and you're beautiful on the outside, but you're beautiful on the inside as well, and I see that. You always want me to be the best version of myself, and I can't thank you enough for that."

Asmo squealed happily and hugged MC back.

"Ok, ok," Mammon said, and pried them apart.

"Beel." Kana turned towards him. "There's no one sweeter in the three realms than you, and no one I'd rather enjoy a meal with. You make me feel safe and protected, always."

Beel smiled happily.

"Belphie. You're like a little brother. You're bratty sometimes, but you know I'll always indulge you, and keep you safe."

Belphie chuckled.

Kana was beginning to feel sleepy, but pushed onward.

"Diavolo! You're not only a prince, but also my friend. I care about you so much, and just want to always see your smiling face. Barbatos. You're the best butler ever and you're so talented in so many ways. I just want you to find happiness in this world. And Simeon. Also my amazing friend and talented writer. You mean so much to me."

Kana looked around. "You all mean so much to me, and I love you all."

Solomon put his hand on her shoulder. "You forgot about me," he teased.

"I didn't forget about you," Kana whispered. "You already know my feelings for you. I love you more than anything else in the three realms. I would endure any pain, any hardship, if it meant I could stay by your side for all eternity. I love you with every inch of my being, my soul is yours."

Solomon smiled, and with that, Kana passed out right into his arms.

"KANA!" Levi cried.

"She's alright Leviathan," Simeon said gently. "Apparently the potion just completely wore her out."

As Solomon laid her on the couch, everyone crowded around and looked down at her.

"This is a little weird," Satan said, "All of us just staring at Kana while she's asleep."

Solomon rubbed the top of Kana's head. "Rest well, my lovely. We'll be here when you wake up." He chuckled softly. "And you'll have a lot of embarrassment to deal with when you wake up too."

#mc monday #mc monday prompt #obey me #obey me drabble #oc kana #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon