#but rather in a tub thats outside

[dykeofalltrades]

got the first of my winter container garden experiment seeds in dirt this morning! its.... probrably bad, but thats what i think will be fun. i think. trying to make our garage into a weird garden / work space

seeds started:

a few slightly old, rather cheap, parisian market carrot seeds, planted in an old flower box. according to the packet, they can be grown in pots! theyre supposed to be an inch round. This is the only sane thing on the agenda

zucchini. 8 seeds, 4 soaked in warm water for a few hrs. i plan to eventually cull all but 2 or 3 plants. i have these giant cattle mineral tubs for the mature plants, if they get that big. this is out of spite because the squash bugs decimated everything i put outside in spring. im determinded to make Something happen.

yellow summer squash. same process as zucchini. will need to figure out some sort of support for the squash vines that wont get cold or moldy.

also read about and took notes on sowing some native flower seeds, cuz they need to be planted in winter or fall. need to do more research on seeds and propigation. need to secure materials.

#ripleys garden #this is not the stupidest think ive done

[cup0fcocoa]

Does Raccoon ever take a bath, considering he lives near trash all the time?

Sorry I can't draw it out right now! I'll scribble a diagram later ;v;

S5 group A bonding time consists of getting Raccoon in the tub and bathing him. Usually Seashell preps the tub in advance, Yeti and Robopine are tasked with tracking and catching Raccoon, Orca wrestles him down in the tub, the Russian Dolls and Snail then are the ones to usually bathe him due to their size. It takes a group effort; sometimes they might even rope in a mask from the other group.

TLDR: not willingly, no

#they also don't bathe him indoors #but rather in a tub thats outside #also they only do this once/twice a month because he's feral #ask #ah fuck snowy is talking again #hc o clock #the masked singer #masked singer

[wizkiddx]

living and reviving II

yep when I said three parts I think I meant 4 oops

summary: an overdue conversation that has to happen - like it or not

warnings: cheating, swearing, pregnancy talk, lots more angst, think thats it?

tomhollandxreader

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So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

That had been three weeks ago.

And it still fucking hurt like hell.

It had ended up that Yamna had taken you back to hers, where you had stayed for a couple nights. During that couple of days, Tom had tried. He had tried to apologise, tried to explain, tried to fix things. But it just wasn’t that easy.

Whatever he said, it didn’t take back from the fact that he had in that moment meant it. So no amount of sorrys could ever take that back.

After everyone had realised just how serious their situation was, Tom had moved out of your shared flat - so you could at least be in the place you were comfortable. Afterall the nursery was built in your flat and clearly it was you doing all the baby stuff for the moment. Thankfully Yamna, having been cut loose so without job, offered to move in with you. Which was probably the only thing keeping you going.

Well, that and ben and jerrys ‘phish food’. Honestly the shop must think you’re running some sort of ice cream black market at the rate you’re getting through their tubs.

Everyone kept parroting that it wasn’t good for the baby. Too much ice cream . Too much heavy lifting. Too much stress.

And yes, it probably was. But that was out of your control . The stress and lack of man in the household meant you had to do the heavy lifting of shopping from the car up the stairs. Shopping meaning ice cream, which you only depended on so much because of the stress.

It was a vicious cycle of hell.

Even Yamna, the person you were relying on keeping you sane had started walking on eggshells. It was as though you were literally about to pop, she always had to have at least half an eye on you. You were even banned from locking the toilet door - just in case.

It felt like you were a captive animal, people kept coming to observe you, giving sad looks before gleeing the scene.

You hadn’t been sleeping well either. Of course, being 3 weeks of your due date didn’t help - but neither did the lack of Tom. In fact, for the first time since shit had hit the fan, you had actually been managing to get some decent sleep when Yamna knocked on your bedroom door, quietly calling your name.

“I’m asleep” Groaning, you pulled the covers further over your head, praying to god that she’d leave you alone. But of course that wasn’t happening, she just lightly chuckled before you felt the bed dip - she had perched on the edge… Toms side.

“You never normally sleep talk.”

“I’m never normally this sleep deprived.” She sighed, whilst you still stubbornly kept your eyes closed.

“I’m sorry I woke you…. but this is important.”

“What?” Almost grunting, you threw the covers down looking up at her in anticipation. That was another thing about pregnancy - you were always on high alert, always worried.

“Toms here.”

“Tell him to f off.” Quickly you stopped caring about what your bestmate had to say.

“He’s saying that he’s the little ones dad and that he deserves to be involved and…. and I think I might agree.”

“I deserve a boyfriend who stays loyal to me so clearly neither of us are getting what we want.” You weren’t angry at Yamna and snapping at her wasn’t the answer. And yet you still did it.

“Y/n….I love you and I am completely on your side. I just think that maybe, perhaps, you should at least manage to be civil before baby arrives. Otherwise… thats going to be a lot to deal with all at once.”

It was your turn to sigh, deep and heavy (or at least as deep as the baby let). Most infuriatingly she was right. The conversation had to happen at some point. With a baby there too it would only be even more traumatic.

“He’s here now?” It only dawned on you how broken you actually sounded when the words croaked out of you.

“Yeh hunny… I didn’t let him inside so he’s standing outside the door looking like a dickhead right now.” The image cheered you up a little, enough to sit up in bed and be wrapped in Yamna’s arms. Her actions said it all, she really only meant the best for you and knew how hard this would be. After a moment she leant back. “I almost considered calling the paps so they could get a picture and label him as a groveling dick.”

“You should of.” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the answer had you both laughing. It took a minute to calm down before she changed subject slightly.

“You want me to make myself scarce? I can hide in my room or go to the shops or-“

“Text the guy from the bar - you deserve a night off ‘babysitting Y/n’ duties.”

“I’m not babys-“

“Yes you are. Go out with him and have some fun, I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeh”

That was a bare face lie - but Yamna had been almost too good to you. She really really needed a break. Especially as the current plan was she’d be helping with the newborn too. Right now you wouldn’t have wished a baby on yourself - never mind your best mate.

“Okay, get ready then babe - but do it slowly, leave him waiting outside in the cold for as long as possible.”

“Obviously.” You laughed, hauling yourself out of bed, where she gave you one more encouraging hug before leaving.

After hearing Yamna leave, and brushing your hair and throwing on a new pair of trakkies and hoodie, you slowly walked towards the door. It felt as though impending doom were on the other side and every fibre of you wanted to scream and run the other way. But it just had to happen at some point. Why not now?

With a final sharp exhale, attempting to pull yourself together, you opened the door. Immediately your heart sank, seeing nothing. Had you really been that long? And even so, was a 10 minute wait enough for him to give up? You could already feel the hormonal pregnancy tears starting to spring, when a grunt drew your attention.

What you hadn’t considered was the fact Tom was ready to camp out, sitting on the floor beside your door. Springing to his feet, he seemed shocked you’d actually opened the door - makes two of you. When Yamna left she had told him you were coming, but seeing really is believing.

“Y/n! I-I… I wasn’t sure you were ever going to answer.”

“You and me both.” You replied dryly, still leaning on the door. “Do you er…. do you want to come in?” Again he seemed shocked, as though he wasn’t sure you meant it.

“Is that-that okay?” Shrugging you just nodded, stepping back so he could get in. He did pay half the mortgage afterall.

“You want a drink?” He quickly declined your offer, not vocally but instead rushing past you to the kitchen and turning the kettle on himself.

“Your the pregnant one. Go chill on the sofa, I’ll bring you a cuppa.”

And a bit taken a back by his forcefulness you followed instructions, from the sofa watching how effortlessly he danced round the kitchen. It wasn’t shocking, it was technically his kitchen too. But seeing him there felt so alien, almost transporting you back to much much simpler times. Seemed a lifetime ago.

After a couple of minutes, he rounded the sofa with a hot chocolate in one hand for you (because caffiene is bad for the baby) and a cup of Yorkshire tea in the other.

“So… how have you been?”

“Ate a lot of ben and jerrys” You answered without really answering, except he knew you all too well.

“That bad?” He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his brow “how about the baby?”

“I don’t tend to carry an ultrasound on me but she’s been keeping me up all night kicking - so normal I guess.”

“Thats good” He spoke before realising what he said. “Sorry no I um-I don’t mean it like that!” You all but laughed in the face of his flusteredness, only making the tips of his ears go pinker.

“I assume you had something to say and that you came here for a reason rather than just pity me?”

“I want to make things right Y/n - I-I mean your having my kid.”

“OUR kid”

“ Exactly! And-and I love you too and-“

“Bullshit” You may have murmured it under your breath but you had intended for him to hear.

“Oh come one Y/n, you know that!”

It was like the man was asking to be yelled at.

“Don’t sit there trying to patronise me! I THOUGHT i knew it but then I saw you all over another girl. So yes, I’m calling bullshit.”

“Ugh I… If your not going to even try to hear me out then…”

“Then what Tom? You gonna kick me out. I mean this is your flat after all! Maybe you’d like to dump the mother of your unborn child homeless on the street and forget about us - how’d that sound? I’m sure your fans would blindly applaud you.”

“Listen! Please would you just listen to me.” His voice was loud and tone harsh, making you flinch a little. Not because you were ever worried he’d hurt you - but how this wave of uncomfort shuddered through your body, baby even squirming in discontent. So focused on that you just nodded, shifting back into the sofa.

Tom had noticed your reaction and seeing you seemingly scared of him like that, well it broke his heart. Even more.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to shout, I just…. I really need to try and fix this.” He leaned closer, letting out a thankful breath when you just nodded, as if to say go on.

“I’ve really really missed you… these past couple of weeks I’ve never felt so gulity in my life. Not because of what I did! Well yeh that but-but more how much it hurt you and-“

“Fuck.”

You couldn’t help but let out that little curse of pain as a new wave of pain, which seemed to originate from your lower back, shuddered through you. Tom looked up from where his eyes had been nervously wringing his palms whilst he spoke. Rubbing a hand over your belly you shook your head and motioned for him to continue.

She was just kicking really really hard. Right?

“Uhm yeh so I just wanted to properly tell you everything that happened that night so at least we are on the same page? A-And I’m not going to try and use this an excuse but I had been drinking so-“

Seemingly baby disliked the end of that sentence too, causing another rippling wave to echo through your body, feeling as though a band was pressing tightly round your stomach. With another small curse it forced you to stand up, in the hope that’d ease her. Clearly she was as done with his shit as you were.

“Need a water.” You muttered, already waddling to the kitchen, where you heard Tom follow you immediately - like an inpatient dog.

“Y/n sit down I can-“

He was silenced by you freezing and grabbing his arm tightly - a physical contact he hadn’t been expecting from you.

“Tom… get your phone.” You spoke slowly, still not having dared to have moved an inch - fingers almost white from how tightly you were squeezing his forearm.

“Wha-are you-are you okay?”

“I think my waters just broke. Get the phone. Now.”

~~~ feedback is really appreciated + would love to know what u think as still in the process of writing so can be guided / helped by asks !!! ~~~

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#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland angst #tom x reader #peter parkqueue #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x reader #tomholland #dad!tom #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x pregnant!reader #Tom Holland fluff #tom holland fluff

[siinoda]

I just got done with the Bath Scene in Felix’s route of Last Legacy so here’s a little NSFW drabble for you horny bitches.

Don’y worry, I’m bitches. I honestly didn’t think initially think I’d like him this much but I’m smitten. Please enjoy! 

Contains: Handjob, bottom Felix, marks, horny necromancer bathes with non gender specific partner and it gets frisky based on paid option in game. 

The bath is warm as I sink in behind Felix, melting the tension in my muscles as I settled in with my legs on either side of Felix’s hips. I watch him swallow as my hands move delicately over his back. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice quiet as if to avoid disturbing the patter of the rain outside. I smile as I spread the soap I’d stolen from the side of the tub down his skin. 

“I’m washing your back.” I say just as soft, just as unwilling to break the comfortable air of the room. I hear Felix hum softly as he faces ahead, melting back into my hands as they work over his shoulders. 

“I never knew you were so good with your hands” his voice carries over the dull bit of thunder outside. I press my fingers gently into the knots of his back, eyes flicking up to his face at the reward of a sharp breath from Felix. 

“Remind me later and I’ll give you a real massage.” I tell him simply as I rinse off his back with slow movements, smirking at how Felix shivers at the promise to be this close again at a future date. My arms slip around his waist as he seems to naturally lay into me, his back pressed against my chest with my chin on his shoulder. Felix has never looked so relaxed, so utterly calm like he does now in the cover of the dark, surrounded by me and the comforting heat of the water. I can’t help myself as I dip down to kiss a mole at his jaw, watching his adams apple bob a moment before he stills again. I press another gentle kiss down his jaw to his neck, listening to his breath hitch as my lips move in a slow lazy drawl along his skin. I move my hands along his body, up his chest as it rose with a small gasp, his hand reaching to catch my other one as it trailed over his hip. 

"Are you okay?” I ask quietly, bold as I close my teeth in a gentle bite on the part of his throat that meets his shoulder, holding him tighter at the breath of a moan that slips from his lips. 

“Yes” He gasps, loosening his hold on the grip around my wrist, lifting his hips slightly in encouragement. I smile as his head tips back against my shoulder to give me more room and access to his neck, leaning down to sucking a dark mark into his shoulder instead as my hand explores further under the water. I follow the dips of Felix’s hip to his cock, hard and twitching at the slightest promise of touch. He lets out this breath I hadn’t realized he was holding when my hand slips around him, a gentle squeeze enough to have him clutching my arm for some kind of stability. 

I had been busy leaving a constellation of bites and marks along his shoulder back up his neck, but feeling a whimper in his throat under my tongue had me carefully turning his head by his chin with the hand resting on his chest to kiss me. I swallowed the noise he let out greedily, careful not to hold him by his throat, but cupping his cheek to keep him close so I could taste how much he was truly enjoying this. 

“Please...” Its pitifully gasped against my lips, breathless like I had stolen every bit of air from his lungs. It’s enough to spark my hand to move over him in slow strokes, giving him exactly what he asked for. Every time my hand squeezes over the head of his cock his voice hitches in those little moans he’s giving me. He’s writhing in my arms, clutching me tighter with each slow drag of my hand over his shaft. I twist my wrist as my hand closes around the head of his cock and I swear I feel him trembling pressed against my chest. He’s fighting to stay quiet, I can see the restraint in how the little veins in his neck stand up. He can’t hold back his needy moan when he feels my teeth over his pulse, my hand starting to move quicker as if to reward him for being so vocal for me. 

“You’re so beautiful...do you know that, Felix?” I murmur huskily into his skin, Felix whining at the way his name sounds in my voice. Its music to my ears, and all I want is to give him everything he ever asked for. “So smart, brave,  charming...you’re incredible.” I praise against his ear, feeling his hips jump to meet each stroke of my hand. He moaned my name through desperate pants, pleading in quiet little bursts as he pulsed in my hand 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease” He’s so close, head thrown back on my shoulder again as he finally lets go as my lips touch just below his ear on the nape of his neck. I coo softly, stroking him through his orgasm gently while he trembles and moans in my lap. His eyes had rolled back at the feeling, and I watch them flutter closed as he slowly comes down and sags against me once more. His breath is coming out in these little pants as I move my hand slowly back up his hip, just hugging him close. His shoulders and face is red, but he’s got a little smile on his lips that’s refreshing to see after everything thats happened. He cleared his throat slightly, tipping his head to meet my eye. 

“...thank you. Though I hope you know...this wasn’t my plan when I asked you to bathe with me.” He said finally, earning a snicker from me. 

“Are you saying you’d rather I hadn’t done it?” I ask him, smiling at the way his eyes widen 

“N-no! That’s not what I meant!” He yelped, sitting up quickly to whirl and look at me, face red from embarrassment “I-- You know what I meant! I liked it, I really liked it.” My smile hasn’t faltered in his outburst, Felix seeming to consider for a moment “I could...show you how much I liked it” He offered, draping himself over my chest carefully, his eyes just as needy as they were a few minutes ago. 

“I’d like that...but maybe back in the bed.” I whisper back to him, cupping his cheeks to kiss him deeply again. 

#felix last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #lasy legacy #smut #lemons #nix hydra lemons #felix escellum x reader #fic #felix iskander escellun route #chapter 9 #lingering doubts chapter #lingering doubts

[alter-fate]

Ok 4am Fate here with some random tmnt 2012 plotholes that I’m here to fix

ok ok so

basically I really like reptiles and think they’re super cool and I plan on owning a ton of them when I have enough money

and this leads to me being a bit of a nerd about reptile care.

do here’s the dilemma:

The turtles lived in the sewer, underground, for 15 years. This means throughout all this time, they are probably getting little to no actual sunlight. Which, irl, would be very bed for a turtle.

Turtles need de be getting some kind of UVB (ultra violet light), otherwise they’ll develop a condition called metabolic bone disease which basically makes is really hard for their body to process and absorb calcium so their bones become really weak and would also probably lead to a deformed or too small shell.

Obviously, this is not ideal for a group of mutant ninjas. And clearly, from the show, they are perfectly healthy and developed. So how did they get like that with absolutely no previous exposure to the outside world? Here are a few of my theories:

Surely after becoming a father to four mutant turtles, Splinter must have done some research on what turtles need. Both algae and worms are said to be high in calcium, which could potentially help with the issue. Certain kinds of algae, in fact, actually produce a form of calcium that is much easier for bodies to process, making it a perfect source of calcium for the turtles.

However, this on its own wouldn’t be enough. The turtles would still need some form of UVB light to grow up as healthy as they did. So there are a few more things we need to figure out.

A small amount of UVB light is produced from incandescent and fluorescent light bulbs, which both probably be used commonly in the sewer system. But the amount they emit is not nearly enough for a growing turtle. So, to find a solution, we must resort to assumptions and head cannons.

It is possible that master Splinter somehow got ahold of one or a few lights that are specifically designed to produce UVB light in reptile enclosures. He’d probably need more than one, or a really big one for all four mutant turtles, but regardless, this would solve the problem.

Another possible solution (and one I feel fits into the story a bit better) is the sunny spot above the tree in the dojo. Clearly that room is mainly lit by sunlight in the day time (otherwise how would the tree grow??). Any time the turtles would train in the dojo during the daytime, they’d be absorbing UVB.

Technically we could just leave it at that, but to get a proper amount of UVB light, they would probably need to spend significant time in the actual direct sunlight rather than just the ambient light filling up the room.

All this considered, I present you with some head cannons which I really like:

- Basking time! Master Splinter has designated a time of day (probably around noon or whenever they get the most direct sunlight in the dojo) where the turtles sit/nap/meditate in the dojo for an hour or so wherever the sunlight is most direct. Even once they are introduced to the surface they continue this routine, as well as when they flee New York to the farmhouse. This would be especially important for an injured Leo, who would need lots of sunlight to help him heal. While he was in a coma (btw I have more reptile-care HCs related to Leo’s coma and why it was so long but thats for another time), the other three probably took him outside with them to bask in the sun, or at least placed the tub in the bathroom somewhere it would get the most sunlight through the window.

- Relating to the algae they ate in the sewers, I imagine Donnie at some point figured out a way to modify the algae to be the most nutritious for them that it could be. This further helps explain the calcium problem. (As you can see on the show, the algae they eat is grown in large vats in Donnie’s Lab, furthering this theory)

Oh boy. That was a lot. If you read through all of this or even some of it I am astonished and amazed. (Good Job!!)

Anyways thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 headcanons #turtles #reptile care #tmnt theory #Info dump

[hottubraccoon]

Bad Influences Fairies

[Research started in celtic/european origins then went into english/scottish/german areas. I took inspiration from where ever I liked really. Generally I’d see some info and think ‘yo thats cool’ then ‘what if..?’ and now this is it! So take this mythology as ‘loosely based on’ rather than any REAL research you might be expecting : ) This is simply for the Bad Influences universe.]

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SPRITES

The sprites are the most common type of fae currently. They live in courts, ruled by Queens/Kings/Calns, and are generally a very sociable and magical type. The most common forms of magic learnt by Sprites are Photokinesis (the manipulation of light) and Chlorokinesis (the manipulation of plants/nature). As all fae, their unnatural eyes reflect light sources in the dark, and Sprites’ will glow yellow. Their wings appear in the form of dragonfly membrane wings.

Cream has alcoholic affects on them.

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BROWNIES

Brownies are another common type of fae, although they avoid the Courts of the world and work through networking in various area sizes instead. The forms of magic that they learn are Invisibility and Illusion Casting, although with permanent Lavender Poisoning. As all fae, their unnatural eyes reflect light sources in the dark, and the Brownies’ will glow orange/brown. Their wings appear in the form of butterfly/moth soft wings.

Cream has alcoholic affects on them.

[Photo ID: a long thin banner of small purple flowers in a dark field with strong black text that reads “Pixies” on top. End ID.]

PIXIES

The Pixies are a generally hard to find type of fae, although they stick to the same Courts as the Sprites. They ‘magic’ is less obvious manipulation and appears as Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Durability, and Shapeshifting. These affects are negated by their weakness of Silver Poison. As all fae, their unnatural eyes reflect light sources in the dark, and the Pixies’ will glow blue/purple. Their wings appear in the form of feathers, both full wings, and sprouts from the shoulders, back and neck.

Cream has alcoholic affects on them.

[Photo ID: a long thin banner of a white bathtub with neon blue liquid splashed over the tub and some of the wall with strong black text that reads “Selkies” on top. End ID.]

SELKIES

Selkies are a slightly different type of fae, only appearing near water sources and even then, generally oceans, and connect to other faes through networking. They have lots of webbing on their hands and feet, and will have green-white scales appear across their bodies. Their magics are also Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Durability, and Shapeshifting, with negative affects from Sea Whip Poison. As all fae, their unnatural eyes reflect light sources in the dark, and the Selkies’ will glow blue/green. Their fins appear in the form of scales and claws, although outside of water, their ‘wings’ are much similar to bats wings.

Cream has alcoholic affects on them.

[Photo ID: a long thin banner of a person in a grey t-shirts, clutching their chest which is burning through their shirt, with strong black text that reads “Other Terms” on top. End ID.]

Other Terms:

GOBLINS: They're fae who’ve been mistreated and abused who continue to use their powers for more mischief and revenge rather than improving. A cautionary term, occasionally derogatory.

REDCAPS: They're fae who’ve murdered or were involved in a manslaughter of some kind against a living creature. Some courts use 'redcaps' specifically for human violence and use 'bluecaps' for fae on fae violence.

WISPS: Fae that have broken wings, and therefore their connection to their fae magics is cut short.

CHANGELINGS/SPARK: Someone born of a human/fae relationship. Generally human with some magic prowess that cannot be used by themselves, but can be a part of fae rituals that others cast.

Taglist: Ask/Msg to be +/-

#ted talks #bad influences #fairies #fae #magic #magical #fantasy #modern fantasy #writing #my writing #my wips #writeblr #worldbuilding #slight research #fairy #bi excerpts

[mother-snake]

self-destruction pt.1

(welcome to a new series! this will be angsty... but thats to be accepted by now...) tags: @idkanameatall warnings: self-hurt, crying, tears. general angst thrown out the window words:4646 next: n/a

-janus wakes up to a voice in his head he hasnt heard since the day he was created. things can only go down hill from there, cant they?-

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"

Nothing had been okay for a while. And no one had realised how much it had been affecting a certain side. the split… Virgil leaving… Remus leaving…

And now he was alone. Something he wished he never was. it had hurt to wake up each morning and make breakfast, only to call on Remus to remember that he was gone. he didn’t know how long he cried when the deep green door wasn’t in its place. The three dark sides had promised each other that no one would be left behind… yet… here he was.

Alone, cold and done. The lines on his arms showing the pain that seemed to break over the surface. maybe that’s why it hadn’t been such a surprise when he woke up late one day, a heavy weight draping over him.

He had laid there for a while before standing up to at least make himself look presentable despite the fact no one was there… old habits die hard.

And when he looked into the mirror. He had been surprised. His once shiny brown hair was duller, grey streaks mixed in, making him look like he had aged years over night. even his scales had matched his grey hair, just darker… his eye was still yellow. Just duller.

He stared at his reflection curiously. Reaching up and running his had along his scales. He flinched as he felt how cold they were. Not warm like they used to be. But now ice cold.

Then he froze in place. A small voice. One he had not heard since the day he was created. But it had stuck with him. And it spoke something that sent a shiver down his back.

“I’m sorry self-destruction,”

And just like that…it was gone.

Had that really been what had happened… had his core shifted? Become something new? this… wasn’t like a split. He would have known if there was one present. Anyone would have.

A weak smile grew on his face. he truly had changed. There was no way the others could trust him when he looked even more like a villain.

he looked around his room. Nothing had changed much to his confusion. Everything was still bright yellow and pitch black.

His eyes landed on his hat. He walked over and picked it up. he brought it up to his chest and held it tight. it was a gift. From the one person who hadn’t deliberately left him. The one gift he had ever gotten… and it had been from Romulus.

He placed it back on his vanity. It was time to retire the hat… things were changing. And maybe it was time to start from fresh. Completely.

“just listen to me!” he jumped at the voice that screamed in his head with such agony. this… was Logan’s voice? What?

He felt himself sinking down before he knew what was happening. Drawn like a moth to a flame. His mind reeling from the sudden noise and overwhelming sensation of sadness that had swept over him.

--

When he arrived. he had been rather surprised. He was in Logan’s room. The walls covered in graphs and papers. It was bigger than his room. Almost double.

His eyes landed on a figure hunched over at a desk. The light sound of tears made his heart ache. But… that was it. he didn’t seem to care as much as he used to. Maybe it was the lack of feeling in his chest.

“Logan?” he said. the logical side seemed to tense at the spoken word. “Logan, are you alright?” Janus said as he made his way over, trying to avoid knocking over the several towers of books.

--

Logan took a breath and looked over to where the deceitful side was. he blinked and rubbed his eyes… what the… what had happened?

He wasn’t sure what to focus on really.

His hair, scales, eye or the thin lines on his arms that were scabbed and fading. “Janus… what happened to you?” he said as he stared at the other. “that’s not why I’m here,” Janus stated coldly, sending a shiver up Logan’s spine, “I want to know if you’re alright.”

“I… I am fine Janus, I assure you?” “really then?” he said as his lips twitched up, “so you’re not bothered by the fact the others wont listen to you then?”

Logan froze as he turned back to his computer. “what?” his head snapped over to look at the other.

“you’re being ignored by everyone… and its causing you stress. But instead of facing it, you’re over working yourself,” Janus stated. “why do you care deceit,” he spat back. “one, that’s not my title… two because I care. If Thomas’s logic burned himself out due to over working, things could get bad. That and despite the fact you say you have no emotions; there you were not just five minuets ago crying due to the others not listening and messing up the schedule.”

Logan was at a loss for words. He glared at the snake. “falsehood,” he said as he stood up, “im logic. Emotions don’t matter to me. they only get in the way. if this is an attempt to make me join the dark side, I suggest you leave.” he glared at the other. Anger boiling in his chest.

“go talk to the others,” Janus muttered as he cast his eyes away, “tell them that they are making you work over time. That’s all I want to say.”

The small smile was replaced with a blank stare. And he was gone just as quickly as he had come. leaving a puzzled Logan in place. Wondering one thing. what had he meant by deceit no longer being his title…

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"

 Janus sunk to his knees when he arrived back in his room. Silent gasps filled the air as tears poured from his eyes. he thought that maybe Logan would be able to see past all he had done. Think logically about why he was there in the first place.

He guessed wrong. And the words that had fallen out of Logan’s mouth were like knives to his soul. He would be telling the truth when he said that it had taken so much energy not to break down at his words then and there.

Why had it hurt so much? was it because after several weeks of being alone, that was the first thing anyone had said to him? or was it because of his new core… he didn’t know. But he just wanted to stop crying.

 it had taken half an hour before he stopped crying. He moved himself off the floor and onto his bed. he laid sprawled out, weakly holding onto the blanket under him. Burying into the fluff and warmth.

Little to no energy left. The lack of sleep from the previous night getting to him, making it hard to keep his eyes open. soon he caved in, grasping onto the sleep.

--

Logan had been concerned, the more he thought about what Janus had said. and it was slowly getting to him. “Logan? Are you alright?” Patton asked.

Ah. He was just staring at his toast. Had he been so caught up in thought? “after breakfast I would like to talk to you all, if that’s alright. But I will have something to do first,” he sighed, slumping his shoulders. “of course! But may I ask why you’d like to talk to us dear nerd?” roman asked. “it’s about the schedule. With everything that keeps coming up I’m constantly trying to fix it. and at the minuet I don’t know how Thomas is going to get everything done,” “so you need help cutting some things out?” Virgil said as he took a sip from a purple cup. “basically… yes.” “no problem specks,” Virgil said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“anyways, where will you be going?” “ah… I will be visiting Janus later,” roman and Virgil froze at his words. “why?” roman said with a raised eyebrow. “he… was the one to bring up the fact I was burning myself out. I said some harsh things. I also have a question to ask him.”

The other four sides looked between each other with confusion and worry.

 He was outside Janus’s door sooner than he would have liked. But he was okay with that. Patton had sent him away with a box of cookies for the snake. Worried about him as they hadn’t spoken since the Lilly-Patton incident. he unconsciously rubbed his neck.

He sent three sharp knocks on the door. But much to his surprise, the movement had pushed the door open, the deceitful side must not have closed the door properly.

He nudged it open just enough to peek inside. A sharp pain filled his heart as he saw Janus sprawled on the bed that sat in the furthest corner of the room. another thing he realised was just how cold it was. like an icy blanket that covered the entire room.

He entered cautiously, placing the tub of cookies down by Janus’s hat. he looked over to the sleeping side with worry. He had never seen him looking so peaceful. It was kind of worrying truthfully.

He summoned a blanket and draped it over Janus, hoping it would keep him warm for now. he reached into his pocket. A small sorry letter he had written in case Janus wasn’t in. but sleeping was also another reason he hadn’t thought about.

He placed it at the end of the bed. Hoping the other would find it when he woke up. and if he didn’t, that wouldn’t stop him from apologising in person. he knew when he was wrong about something. And he knew he was wrong to say the things he had.

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease.

He had been surprised when he was slowly waking up. something warm was covering him like the worlds best hug. He would be lying if he said he didn’t pull it further over himself.

But as he slowly woke up, he cracked his eyes open and almost broke. He stared at the blanket that was covering himself only to see the deep blue colour. Logan had been here?

He sat up quickly, scanning his room quickly to see if the side was there. Not to his surprise… he wasn’t there. his alarm clock told him he had been asleep for a while. Lunch rolling around the corner soon.

He pulled the blue blanket over his shoulders and tied the ends like a cape. He forgot how cold he was for a couple seconds.

He looked over to his hat, a small plastic box sitting next to it. a small part of him thought he was asleep. There was no way that a light side would willingly come over… right?

He picked up the container and opened it up. chocolate chip cookies stared back at him. yes… he was definitely still asleep. There was no other way this was happening. Yeah… he would wake up in a couple seconds and he would be alone once again. None of this would be here.

He sighed and reached into the box, pulling out a cookie. a tiny smile formed on his face. he knew Logan couldn’t cook. So, there was a high chance that it was Patton’s or romans cooking.

He placed it back into the box and closed it over. But he held the container in his hands a little longer before placing it down.

Any warmth that had filled him before seemed to dull down as he realised that despite everything. He was still alone. For all he knew they were doing this to keep him away for a while longer…

“why can’t I do anything right!” the voice yelled in his mind. this one he could tell was Patton’s.

He sighed. Today was going to be a long day. He could already tell. he snapped his fingers and changed out of his pyjamas and into something else.

Black dress pants and a yellow button up. his caplet draped over his shoulders. Logan’s blanket still tied around himself like a cape.

And soon he found himself sinking down.

Let's say we up and left this town, And turned our future upside down. We'll make pretend that you and me, Lived ever after happily.

Janus arrived in the light side’s kitchen. Patton stood staring at the wall. he let out a cough, grabbing Patton attention almost immediately. “oh! Hello Jan- “he cut himself off as he looked at the snake with shock, “you…seem to have changed quite a bit there,”

Janus simply rolled his eyes, not as bothered as he felt he should have been by morality’s words. “anyways… I came to ask if you were okay,” he moved himself over to Patton's side.

“I’m… I’m okay kiddo,” Patton said, plastering a fake smile on his face.

Janus returned the smile with a blank look on his face,” that’s a lie. Isn’t it?” he sighed. “I don’t know what you mean?” “you’re bottling it up. you feel like you keep hurting those around you with everything you do,” Janus felt like such a hypocrite, “and you feel like you’re driving them away in the process. Am I wrong?”

Patton felt tears pricking his eyes as he looked at Janus. “what do I do?” he said, “I don’t want to lose them…”

Janus stayed silent. His face scrunched up in thought. His fingers rapped over the counter. “I don’t know truthfully… but maybe you should just confront it head on. Don’t skirt around the issue…” don’t do what I did, that’s what he meant.

Patton looked at him with a sad smile. “would you like to join us for lunch Janus?” he said as he rubbed his eyes, getting rid of the tears that messed with his vision. “as much as I’d love to, I know roman and Virgil wouldn’t want me there,” he said sadly. Patton could feel the small amounts of sadness coming from him. But it was blocked off by something else. As if it was being hidden by something else. Whatever it was, he couldn’t sense it. “well, if you change your mind, you’re welcome to join us.”

Janus gave a weak smile in Patton's direction and turned to leave but froze as he saw who was standing at the door.

Virgil glared at him but he could see the confusion in his eyes. “why are you here deceit,” he growled. “one, that’s not my title any more. And two… Patton simply needed some assistance. I was happy to help,” he said, keeping his eyes of the anxious side.

“excuse me?” Virgil said startled, “what the hell do you mean deceit isn’t your title anymore?” Janus shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of the other. “you can call me self-destruction from now on,” he said coldly, glancing up an connecting his eyes with the purple of Virgil’s.

Neither side knew what to say at what the now self-destruction side had said. This was new. sure, there had been splits… but never a full core change… “Janus…” Patton said as he took a step closer. “don’t,” Janus said, holding a hand up. Patton stopped walking towards Janus. His concern for the side growing even more.

Virgil didn’t know what to do, he just stood there dumbfounded. This was the last thing he had been expecting. Okay sure, he had been startled when he saw Janus’s new look. but this… his title shifting to something new. something like that? he didn’t know what to do. And he didn’t like not knowing things…

“how long,” Virgil said as he stared at the snake. “only this morning… no one else knows,” Janus said.

They shifted uncomfortably for a couple more seconds. “well… if you don’t mind, I think it would be best if I left for now,” Janus said, making his way over to the door Virgil had been blocking.

“no,” the anxious side said, “we don’t know what you can do now. How do we know if you wont effect Thomas,” he said staring at Janus. “please, you didn’t care about me before, why change that now?”

Virgil felt his chest tighten at the words spoken by Janus. “as much as I hate to say it… Virge has a point. With a new title… you will have to learn new things about yourself. And having people around might help,” he said carefully, trying to block out the words Janus had previously spoken.

“just let me go,” he muttered, swaying as he stood as still as possible. “Janus are you- Janus!” Patton yelled as he caught the side who had toppled over.

Janus was unconscious before he heard Patton yell his name.

Virgil was by their sides in seconds. Panic spreading through his veins. “Janus… Janus,” he said as he shook the snake, hoping to wake him up. “he’s like ice!” Patton said as he jerked his hand away from his head.

“get the others and tell them that Janus will be staying with us for a while,” Patton said as he picked Janus up bridal style. Trying his best not to shiver under the coldness of the others skin.

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"

Virgil gave a sharp nod before bolting out the room and making his way to the bedroom hallway. the first door he came to was Logan’s. he pounded on the door, hoping it would startle Logan out of his work. he heard shuffling on the other side before his door creaked open. Logan looked at Virgil rather surprised.

“get your ass down stairs,” Virgil said before shooting of to the twins shared room and pounding on the door in a hurry.

The door opened on its own and he flung the door open irritably. “get your asses down stairs, now,” he said as he looked at the twins who seemed startled by his sudden appearance, most likely thinking he was Patton.

But non the less they both stood up and made their way down the stairs after Virgil and a rather confused Logan. the three of them got closer to the living room. The sound of shuffling and Virgil pacing was all they could hear until they reached the room.

Patton was draping a blanket over something on the couch as Virgil moved something, placing a pillow underneath. and as the three of them got closer. They stopped moving.

“Janus,” Logan said before making his way over to the other two sides. he knelt down next to the unconscious side, “what happened?” he asked looking at the moral side. “we don’t know, we were talking and he started to sway before falling unconscious. I managed to catch him before he hit the ground, but he’s so cold. Almost like ice,” Patton muttered.

Logan reached his hand and placed it gently on the sides head. Patton was correct. He was cold as ice. “keep him wrapped up in the blankets,” he said before turning to the twins, “can one of you come with me to Janus’s room? I need to check something out from earlier,” he said as he stood up. “oh, and Virgil. Go into my room and get the medical box from under the bathroom sink. His arms need to be covered,”

Virgil stared at Logan, “what do you mean by that specks,” he whispered. even Remus who was normally loud and yelling, his eyes glazed over at his words, “he said he stopped…” he whispered horrified.

“ill come with you then dear nerd, we shall be back soon,” he said as he sunk out with Logan not too far behind.

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease.

 Logan and roman appeared in Janus’s room. The first thing roman did was curse under his breath at how cold it was. “no wonder he was so cold specks… his rooms colder than the artic!” “but why…” Logan said as he began to look around.

The room was much smaller than his own. But it was much more cluttered. A wall of trophies Thomas had won sat high and on display. musical posters and photographs hung the walls. a bookshelf sat facing Janus’s bed. Filled to the brim with books on philosophers and snakes.

Then his eyes landed on something. A small leather-bound book that looked far older than anything on the book case. “roman,” he said, causing the side to look up from his position, looking in a small wooden box. he made his way over as Logan removed the book. it didn’t take too long for him to realise what he was holding. “looks like a diary,” he muttered.

What had caught roman was the symbol printed into the front. One he hadn’t seen in on much. but knew all to well. “why does he have Romulus’s diary?” he said to himself, but it didn’t go unheard by the other in the room.

“no… its Janus’s,” he said as he flicked through the pages, “each one was signed of by Janus. Not Romulus- wait look here,” he said.

The hand writing and use of pen had changed from black to a multi coloured one. Red and green ink swirling on the page. he read over what was written.

They re read what was written. Guilt seemed to flood into them as the read it over and over again. had Romulus and Janus been that close that… oh god… a sick feeling laid planted in romans chest. he didn’t know much about the person he had split from. But he knew that Janus had always played a part in his past. He thought that maybe he had been the cause of the split.

Not that Romulus split on purpose in hopes to better balance out the mind scape for everyone’s sake. Maybe… he would discuss his plan with his twin later. “we should keep looking. And if we don’t find anything… we can put it down to his core shifting and messing with his room,” Logan said; he only getting a nod in response.

Ohhhh... And since we know that dreams are dead, And life turns plan’s up on their head, I will plan to be a bum, So I just might become someone.

Janus needed to stop falling asleep. He was going to mess with his sleep schedule. he noticed three things as he began to wake up for the third time that day. one, he was warm. Not Logan’s blanket, just keeping out the cold. This was full on Patton hug level of warmth. second was the smell of cookies that hung in the air. It was comforting to some extent. Only he knew he hadn’t done any cooking in a long time. third was that he was lying on something soft. His bed had always been stiff and hard. This, he was able to melt into like putty.

He didn’t want to move. He was perfectly fine being here for the rest of eternity. but he was curious as to where he was. so despite his body complaining against waking up, he tried his best to crack his eyes open. A bright light filled his vision, causing him to et out a small hiss of pain.

Then noise filled his ears, the sounds of people shouting and moving filled his head as he finally got his eyes open. he didn’t expect to see all the light sides surrounding him.

“Janus! Are you alright?” Patton asked. he didn’t know what to do. His mind ran at several miles an hour, a light panic setting into his chest as he realised how close they were to him.

Virgil seemed to know the look on Janus’s face, “everyone back away, you’re crowding him. He’s already starting to panic,” he said as he shuffled away slightly.

The others followed suit as they realised Janus was indeed internally panicking. they waited a couple minutes before Patton turned to Logan who gave him a quick nod. He stood up and made his way out of the room. “sorry,” Janus muttered as he bowed his head down. “it’s alright Jannie,” Remus said as he smiled at Janus.

He looked around the room once again. Still confused as to why they weren’t being hostile as before… “what happened?” he asked as he looked at them. Virgil shifted uncomfortably, grabbing Janus’s attention, “you fell unconscious after I confronted you in the kitchen. Patton caught you before you hit the ground,” he said, keeping his eyes away from Janus.

The room fell quiet. But it wasn’t bad… it felt calm. “well, should I put a movie on in the mean time?” roman asked everyone. “I have no quarry with that,” Logan said as he adjusted his glasses. “same here princy,” Virgil said. “sure thing bitch,” Remus said punching his twins arm getting a wince in response.

Janus nodded, moving his hand to rub his arm before looking down, realising he wasn’t touching his coarse skin. Once again, he felt himself freeze in place. They had seen them…

Well he was fucked. “Janus- “he looked up from his arms and towards roman. “is there anything you’d like to watch?” Janus didn’t respond, he only looked at roman before casting his eyes back to his wrists.

It was at that moment Patton entered the room with a bowl of soup. He gave it over to the grey scaled side with a smile. “you missed lunch and dinners still a while away, I thought you might get hungry,” he said cheerfully.

He held the bowl staring at it for a couple seconds. The soup seemed to ripple for a couple seconds. And it was then that he realised he had begun to cry. a pair of hands moved the bowl from him and someone wrapped him up in a hug. That only seemed to make him cry harder despite the fact he had clung onto the person.

“I’m sorry,” he hiccupped as tears continued to pour. he tried to stop crying, but the tears continued to pour despite his best efforts. “it’s okay Janus, you’ve been too strong for a long time, its our turn to return the favour,” Virgil whispered into his ear. another several sets of arms wrapped around him to the best of their abilities.

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"

Things were far from fine. That was for sure. But in that moment… he knew why he was crying and it wasn’t from sadness or loneliness or the never-ending coldness that laid over his heart that slowly seemed to be filling up with something warm.

The tears were from the overwhelming love he felt the others giving him despite all he had done. the warm looks given his way. he didn’t deserve them. But it felt so nice.

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease.

He himself was by no means going to be okay for a long time… but this?

This was a start.

#Janus sanders #janus angst #Roman sanders #Sander sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #ive finally got a story out! #yay! #angst warning #tw self harm #tw crying #angst angst baby

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Home - Part 21

A/N- Thank you to everyone who’s still reading! I think there’s gonna be one more part and an epilogue then this will be done :) 💕 

32 weeks Pregnant

"Im so over being pregnant now Wanda you have no idea!" I moaned as we sat in the newly decorated nursery folding the baby clothes id washed through. The extension was finished and Bucky, Steve and Sam had done a great job of doing the twins nursery.

Wanda had been amazing helping me with the girls, i was always so tired nowadays.

"I bet, it looks uncomfortable now. Im glad I'm only having the one!" She laughed holding a hand against her own tiny bump, she and Sam had found out she was pregnant 4 months ago.

"I told Bucky id be the size of a house with these boys! You've seen the size of him so its no surprise is it!" I laughed shaking my head as i rubbed the side of my stomach.

"You okay?" Wanda asked looking concerned.

"Yeah think I've got a foot digging in somewhere.... their running out of room in here now"

"Not long now hun"

"Im counting down the weeks, this whole pregnancy has flown by up until now! Now its taking forever"

"You getting nervous?"

"A little bit, but mostly i just want them here already"

"When is Bucky due back from his trip?"

"Later tonight, it was meant to be tomorrow but he won the case, it all got settled a lot earlier than he thought it would, his driving back tonight"

"Do you want me stay over until he gets home?"

"Its fine Wand his already arranged for Steve to stay when he gets back with the girls and stay until his home"

"Thats okay then, i just didn't want you being on your own"

"Im never on my own lately" i shook my head and laughed.

"Their very protective" she agreed, they had been terrible lately! One of them was always with me incase anything happened. The only reason they weren't here now was because Wanda was here!

"I know they mean well but they are driving me crazy! Every time i go to get up their there! I cant even go to the bathroom without questions"

"That would drive me crazy too! I'll kick Sam's ass if he does that!".

We spent another 30 minutes or so sorting the clothes and other bits before heading downstairs for some tea. Not long after that Steve got back with the girls, he had taken them to the zoo for the day and they all looked exhausted... Steve included!

"Hey you guys, have you had a nice day?" I asked as Allie and Brooke came straight over and cuddled up to me.

"Yeah it was soooo good" Allie smiled up at me before stroking my huge bump.

"Hi baby brothers! I missed you"

"I just felt a kick" Brooke laughed holding a hand to the side of my tummy where i had been feeling it before.

"Looks like they missed their big sisters huh?" I smiled at them both.

"Im gonna head home now Steve's back to keep you company. Call me if you need anything" Wanda said hugging me goodbye before saying goodbye to Steve and the girls and heading off.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep once Wanda had left. Steve ordered some pizza's for the girls dinner because he didn't want to wake me up, when i finally did wake up the pains in my side were back with a vengeance!

"You okay sweetheart?" Steve asked looking worried.

"Yeah just getting uncomfortable.... would you be okay keeping an eye on the girls while i go take a bath, see if it eases off a bit. They might move a bit so its not so bad"

"Yeah sure"

"thanks Steve" i gave him a smile and went up to the bathroom.

STEVE'S POV

I was sitting in the living room watching The Lion King with the girls when i heard Y/N calling for me.

"Steve...?....STEVE!!"

"What??" I called back rushing upstairs to the bathroom "What is it??!" I asked from the other side of the door.

"Erm...I think the babies are coming!" She called back sounding like she was freaking out.

"Oh shit..... have your waters broke?!"

"How do i know im in the tub!! All i know is it hurts like a bitch!"

"Okay. Okay.... let me call Sam and Wanda to come look after the girls and i'll take you to the hospital"

"Call Bucky!! If this is it i want him there!"

"Okay im calling him now" i told her pulling out my cell and dialling Bucky.

"Steve...." she said quietly from inside the bathroom.

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Im gonna need you to help me out of the tub..... i can't do it on my own"

Oh shit!

"Hey Steve, everything okay?" Bucky answered after the second ring.

"No Buck! No! Everything is not okay! I think Y/N's having the babies and now i have to go help her out of the tub!"

"What?? But its too early! This isn't supposed to be happening yet!!" Bucky said loudly "I'm still a couple hours out.... erm can you get her to the hospital and i'll meet you there?.... call Becca to come watch the kids...."

"Im gonna call Sam and Wanda their closer, Wanda said to call if we needed anything"

"Okay that works"

"Buck, what about the fact i gotta get your girl outta the tub??"

"Steve!! Will you hurry up for fuck sake!" Y/N yelled through the door.

"Just do it pal, you gotta help her for me"

"Okay, I'm gonna put you on speaker...."

As i opened the bathroom door i stuck my head in slowly and let out a sigh of relief when i saw she had pulled her towel over her to hide her nakedness.

"Did you reach Buck?"

"Im here baby" Bucky said as i put the phone down on the counter and went to help her up from the tub.

"Bucky..... how long are you gonna be?"

"Couple hours tops....i'll be there i promise! But i need you to go with Steve. His gonna stay with you until i get there"

"Okay".

Once i helped Y/N out of the tub i wrapped a dry towel around her and helped her into the bedroom so she could get dressed.

"Im gonna call Sam while you get dressed, i'll be just outside if you need me" i told her with a reassuring smile.

Reader POV

I was still getting dressed when i heard the knocking at the front door.

"Uncle Steve, Uncle Sam and Auntie Wanda are at the door!" Brooke called up the stairs.

"Okay sweetheart, can you let them in please?"

"Okay"

"Steve, you can come in I'm dressed" i called to him, he came in and grabbed my bag i had packed for the hospital and then wrapped an arm around me to help me downstairs.

"You okay?" Wanda asked as soon as she saw me.

"Honestly i have no idea" i shook my head and laughed nervously "thanks for coming"

"No worries darlin'.... i blue lighted it here!" Sam laughed, that would explain how they got here so quick.

"Okay lets get you to the hospital.... i dont want to have to deliver these babies" Steve joked before leading me out to the car.

When we arrived at the hospital they took us straight through to a delivery room and made me change into a hospital gown (which Steve had to help with!) And then hooked me up to various machines to monitor mine and the babies heart beats. Id been here for over an hour now and the contractions were getting so much worse, i was already tired and i hadn't even gotten to the bad bit yet.... I'm pretty sure Steve hates me for squeezing his hand so tight every time a contraction hits, but he smiles through gritted teeth and tries to keep me calm.

"I want Bucky.... why is it taking so long?" I moaned after getting through a rather bad contraction.

"He'll be here soon sweetheart" Steve smiled brushing my sweaty hair back from my face.

"Thank you for staying with me Steve, I'm not sure how id be coping on my own" i told him truthfully "owww! Shit my back is cramping...."

"You can turn her onto her side and rub her back dad" a nurse that i hadn’t even noticed til now said to Steve as she checked the monitors.

"Oh... oh I'm not dad, I'm dad's best friend. His on his way"

"Oh sorry i just assumed. You can still help her out though" she shrugged.

"Sure, i can do that"

"Its fine you don't have to....." i started to say not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

"I got you, come on lets get you on your side" he smiled helping me roll onto my side so he could massage the cramp from my back.

"Oh my god Steve! You've got magic hands i swear!" I moaned as the pressure started to ease.

"Don't let Buck hear you moaning my name like that sweetheart he might kick my ass" he chuckled trying to make me laugh.

"Too late punk" came the voice of the man i was waiting for.

"Bucky! Your here!" I cried as he walked over and kissed me.

"I told you i would be didn't i?"

"I was just trying to help" Steve said quickly holding his hands up.

"I know, thanks Steve. Thanks for looking out for my girl" they exchanged a manly hug before Bucky took his place rubbing my back.

"Anytime, girls got a grip on her just a heads up. I think she broke my hand"  we all started laughing at that but the room fell silent when the alarm on one of the monitors started going off.

"What is that.....whats going on?!" I said panicking as the nurse came back in followed closely by the Doctor. The Doctor stood at the machine looking at a print out before turning to face us.

"Lay her on her back please.... at last one of the babies is in distress" the doctor said. Bucky helped me turn onto my back again and the Doctor started pushing around at my stomach.

"Ow!!!" I cried out in discomfort squeezing Bucky's hand.

"What are you doing!?" Bucky snapped at him looking like he was ready to murder the doctor.

"Im trying to turn the babies a bit, i think one of them may have the cord trapped...." he said as he continued trying to manipulate the babies positioning. Suddenly the alarm stopped beeping and he stepped back to the machine.

"Y/N, i think we're going to have to perform a c-section. The babies are in distress and your not dilated enough yet to do this naturally. Usually we'd give you some medication to help you along but i really don't want to leave them much longer. The quicker we can get them out the better" 

"Okay.... whatever you think is best Doc. I just want my babies to be safe"

"Nurse go tell them to prep the OR"

"Yes Doctor" she said quickly before rushing out.

"Lets go have these babies shall we?"

I nodded at the Doctor and turned to look at Bucky "Buck im scared"

"You'll be fine baby, i'll be right there. You've got this" he smiled kissing me quickly.

"I'll wait in the waiting room, good luck sweetheart" Steve beamed down at me pressing a kiss to my head before hugging Bucky. The nurse came back with a porter who pulled my bed out and started wheeling me down towards the OR, Bucky walking along side me holding my hand as we got ready to meet our newest additions.

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[cracksofmtdoom]

It was a cool Friday night and Jay was on the hunt. His prey for the evening was a beautiful tranny with a big thick cock. His porn tastes had centered in on shemales lately and he had to get a taste of the real thing. Watching them, with the utterly stunning feminine bodies, dressed in fine lingerie got his cock at attention. What really made him lose it was the sight of the ones with huge, beautiful dicks. There was the bonus.

He was looking for his first to spend the night with, sucking and being sucked and fucking and being fucked. He had done his homework and knew the local hangout for the areas trans crowd. It was a cozy little spot, off the main drag. Nondescript and friendly.

Jay had taken a seat at the far corner of the bar with a clear view of everyone who came in. He had been there for about 40 minutes when she came sauntering in.

She was tall, at least six feet on flat ground but much more so in the spike heels she was wearing. She had deep red hair, done up in a fancy twist. Just a hint of makeup to highlight her incredible features.

She was wearing a tight, short purple mini dress, her ample cleavage showing over the top. Her long legs covered in black fishnet stockings with the aforementioned heels below. She walked with an air of confidence, kissing hellos to her acquaintances as she made her way towards the bar.

His cock was immediately jumping in his jeans and was rock hard and throbbing by the time she pulled up next to him.

He hungrily looked her up and down, studying all the lines of her sexy body. She watched him eying her and smiled. “I’ve never seen you here before stranger, what brings you in tonight?” she asked. Looking deep into her eyes, he replied “You. You and I have a date tonight at my hotel and we’re going to have a hell of a time I think.” “I’m Jay” he said. “Well hello there Jay, I’m Kendra. It’s a pleasure to meet you. So you want to fuck huh?” She asked. “I love to fuck and be fucked” she whispered in his ear. “And I have a very large dick”. Jay grinned and said “That’s exactly what I was hoping for”. “What are you drinking tonight Kendra?” “I will have a double bourbon neat” she answered.

His mind was filled with wonder at this perfect moment in time. Him being a fan of high quality bourbon himself, things seemed to be going almost perfectly. He flagged the bartender and ordered two double Blantons neat.

“Tell me, do you prefer to too or bottom Kendra?” “ I want to experience both with you tonight. I want to suck that big fat cock of yours and make you need to bury it deep in my ass, I want you to fuck me however you want and then I want you to drain your balls deep into my ass, fill me up with your cum.”

“Well well Mr man, thats a rather ambitious plan. I must say I’m very interested. Is this going to be your first time?” She asked. “It most certainly is my dear and you should feel thrilled that I have chosen you to do the one. I knew you were it as soon as you walked through the door. You radiated something irresistible and I had to get you”. She glanced down at the front of his jeans and smiled at the straining outline of his hard on trying desperately to burst forth from them. “It certainly appears you have a really nice cock of your own Jay and I’m getting really horny at the thought of it. I love to get fucked hard, have my little asspussy slammed and ruined. I want to suck that cock nice and clean from my ass over and over. And I also want to feel you swell up and erupt inside me, blasting the depths of my ass with you hot cum.”

They continued to chat as they sipped their drinks, getting more and more comfortable with each other and also getting hornier and hornier.

“I’m ready when you are stud” she said. “What hotel are you in”. I have a room at the Hyatt just around the corner. Let’s go”. He tossed a twenty and a ten on the bar, grabbed her hand and led her outside. It was maybe two blocks to the hotel and they walked quickly. They entered the lobby unable to keep their hands off of each other and once the elevator door closed, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming all over her, her nice firm tits, her amazing round ass and of course the monster cock in her red panties.

They managed to stay clothed and got off on the sixth floor. The room was three doors down the hall. They slipped in and immediately began to tear each other’s clothes off. In no time they stood naked in front of each other, each of their dicks standing proudly and straining to get to the other. “Slow down now sweetie, there’s no rush. We should take a nice hot shower, let me scrub you down and get to know your body” Kendra said as she took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom. She started the shower and turned it hot. Meanwhile Jay sat on the edge of the tub and could no longer wait. He took hold of her swollen member and slowly stroked it before lowering his head and opening wide. He continued to lower himself onto her prick, feeling how much it filled his mouth. He began to move his tongue slowly, licking the underside of her shaft. He had been practicing taking a cock down this throat but the real one he was now engaged with was bigger than anything he’d tried. He was barely more than half way down when it began to hit his gag reflex. He breathed slowly and relaxed his throat, soon able to keep going. Slowly and methodically he took more and more of her dick until he at last had the entire length down his throat and her balls were against his chin.

“That’s goddamned impressive, most first timers choke way before that. Now suck my fucking dick and show me what you have boy”. She barked. She sidestepped into the shower, he swung himself over the edge and followed. The water was hot and the spray was heavy. He knelt in front of her and began to slowly suck her prick, taking time to get to know it intimately. He swirled his tongue around the fat purple head, flicking her cum slit with the tip of his tongue. He leaned forward and took her bald into his mouth next, filling it completely. He sucked her balls for a few minutes, then she told him to stand. They stood face to face, she had a couple of inches on him. The hot water cascaded down their naked forms.

She took a bottle of body wash and slowly and sensually lathered him head to toe. She passed the wash to Jay and he returned the favor, covering her in rich foam. He slid his hands all over her slippery body, massaging her tits, her back and shoulders, and then reaching around and running his hands up and down her giant dick, gliding effortlessly the full length of it. His own dick was so hard it was almost painful, and he pressed himself tightly against her back, letting his member slide between the smooth cheeks of her ass

Kendra reached back and took his dick in her hand, guiding it up to her hungry fuckhole. “You ready to fuck me Jay, do you want to bury this beautiful dick deep in my ass?” He needed no words, he grabbed her hips and thrust forward.

Her asshole stretched and opened up for his cock and it slid effortlessly into her. And then he was there. Balls deep in this unbelievably hot creature. Her asshole snugged up around his prick and he began to fuck her. “Ooooh baby, your cock is sooo hard and so big. Fuck me, fuck me so good” she whispered looking back at him. “Spread your ass wide. I want to watch this dick go in and out of that hole”

She bent at the waist, reached back and pulled the cheeks of her ass as wide as they would go. “Oh fuck yes, that is such a beautiful site” Jay said as he gazed down on his raging hard on thrusting in and out of her. She used her incredible muscle control to squeeze his cock while he fucked her and it was driving him wild.

“I want you face down ass up” he said as he withdrew from her hole. As the fat head of his dick popped free, she was left gaped wide and he smiled. Kendra knelt down on the floor of the shower spread her thighs wide, lay her face down and again pulled her as wide open.

Jay stood behind her still admiring her gape. He squatted down and slid back into her. He leaned forward, hands on knees and fucked her hard and fast. His balls slapped against hers on each thrust in. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Hammer my cunt, im going to cum!!!” She moaned. He was hitting her p spot with each thrust and cum was oozing from her cock.

“Oh my god, fuck me fuck me fuck me. Fuck my slut hole and fill me up with your cum baby!!” He was close and he fucked her even harder. She moaned loudly as her cock twitched and thick streams of cum shot from her. This sealed the deal and jammed his prick as far up her ass as possible and exploded in her. He came and came and came.

Finally totally spent, he took his cock out of her ass and watched as his huge load began dripping from her thoroughly stretched out asshole

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

shit (me again and again and again) i saw somebody else’s request on another fandom and i thought it was really cute so i’m going to copy them, you buy a pregnancy test but chris finds it before you can take it?💕

A/N- This one was super sweet (got me feeling all fluffy) and I hope that you like it Babes. 

Chris had his head ducked under the bathroom sink, looking for the dog shampoo, Dodger had gotten himself muddy in the fresh spring grass and tracked through the house. Chris’s first goal, get the mud off him before tackling the floors. 

“April showers bring May flowers... and muddy prints all over Y/N rug Bubba.” Chris glared a bit at Dodger who was now sitting in the bathtub, wagging his bushy tail to thump thump thump against the tubs side. Chris sighed with amusement and reached over to give the dog a rub on the ears.

“Just be patient boy, we will get you situated before you know it.”

A bark was given in agreement, and Chris ducked his head back under the sink, and then started looking in some drawers, wondering if it got stuck somewhere else when a box tumbled out at Chris’s feet. He bent down to collect it and put it back when he happened to notice what it was.

A pregnancy test?!

Chris sat on the edge of the tub suddenly, and just stared at his hand a moment. It wouldnt be unusual for you to keep a test right? Just in case. Nothing was ever a hundred percent sure proof as far as birth control, and it was best to be safe then sorry. Dodger rested his head on the edge of the tub and his big eyes looked up at his human, giving a slight whine at the difference in Chris. Absently his hand went to pet Dodger, who nosed him back to the present.

“Hey boy... what do you think I should do?” Chris eased the box up on the bathroom counter and stared at it a moment. “Should I ask Y/N about it? Or just... assume its nothing?” Dodger tilted his head and gave another whine, getting impatient at being stuck in the tub. “Okay, Okay Bubba, hang tight.” Chris grinned and move to his knees on the outside of the tub, turning on the water. “I know, youve been so patient Bubba, lets get you cleaned up and go find Y/N” No he didnt have the dog shampoo, but he could get the mud off and put it on the list of supplies needed.

You were just coming inside from picking up the yard, and listened to hear Chris talking to Dodger upstairs in the bathroom, You had to smile to yourself, brushing your hand across your sweaty dirty forehead to wipe away the stray hairs plastered, and went for a glass of water. Fretting a bit as you glanced at the calendar, you thought back on your purchase yesterday. You had told yourself purchasing it if Aunt Flo hadnt turned up today, well... You were gonna have to tell Chris and take the test. This was honestly a first for you, having had to recently go off your regular birth control and hadnt yet gotten a new one started.

It scared you, rationally you knew better, Chris had always said that kids were something he wanted in the future and he couldnt wait to be a daddy. It was his term In the future. What if he wasnt ready for this? What if you werent? His career was at its peak, daily there was offers for him to sort through, show interest in or pass along, you were busy with your shop, and it needed all your time right now. Your hand grasped the counter, going white knuckled at the idea of it all suddenly overwhelming, the glass you held shook slightly, but you didnt notice. You were lost in a moment, your thoughts taking over, and Chris’s voice broke through. “Baby? Y/N?”

A slight jump sloshed the water. “Oh shit... “ You hurriedly say and set the glass down, grabbing a rag to wipe it up. Chris came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you to calm you down, kissing your shoulder. “Sorry, I didnt mean to startle you Babygirl.”

“Ugh, Im just jumpy” Your still wiping up the counter, when he set the box down in front of you, and you zip right up, staring at it.

“I happened to find this looking for Dodgers soap.” He eased you around to face him, his hands rubbing along your sides gently to ease you. Your eyes lift and his, well his blue ones looked hopeful at you, seeming to want you to confirm what he was suspecting.

“I- I bought it yesterday, it occurred to me that Im late. And well going off birth control, it takes a while to get back into the swing of things, but its been a while since ive stopped and.... You just, never know.”

“you never know... “ Chris’s voice echoed back and you bit your lip, pulling in a bit closer so his arms slid around your hips and you looked up at him.

“I should take it, I have been holding off, wanting to tell you, but now that you know, well theres no more reason to wait.” You reach behind you and take the box, peeling it open and taking out one of the sticks. “Uuuhh, how will you feel if its positive?” You fret with the wrapper, a bit scared of the answer.

Chris’s fingers slip under your chin and tilt your face up to meet his, warm lips press against yours and his tongue slips past the seam of your lips to glide around yours. It was a passionate, loving kiss, your hand dropping the stick to slide your hand around the back of his neck, sighing softly against his lips when you two part.

“If were pregnant Y/N, nothing would make me happier. I love you, and cant wait to see you radiant with that baby bump.”

“You mean you cant wait to see me fat and all bloated?” You teased him, so relieved to hear how absolute he was in his answer.

“Oh babygirl, I will have such a hard time keeping my hands off you, all the back rubs and belly kisses, watching you ride on top of me to get pleasure.” He grinned, at all he was describing and you rolled your eyes playfully, about to reach down for the stick, but he swept down first and handed you the still wrapped test.

“Well dont get to excited Chris, cause it might just be me after all.” You warned him, and took his hand, leading him up the stairs towards the master bath. When you two enter, you look at him nervously. He cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “Are you ready to have a baby?” Chris simply asked, and you nodded. “Lets find out then if thats in the cards for us today then.”

You went inside and looked over your shoulder to see him go to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands folded between his knees, ready to wait as long as you needed. You close the door a bit for a bit of privacy and do your business. Sitting it on the edge, you pace around and walk back out, Chris’s head whips up, a questioning look. “Now we wait.” You say as you go to sit next to him, but he isnt having it and he draws you into his lap, rubbing the small of your back.

“Can you imagine... our lives with a couple kids?” You ask him and he cant help but grin, thinking about it.

“I can and have.” He states, falling into what hes imagined, your head tilted watching as his face lit up, eyes growing wide and gleaming with the idea. “The pitter patter of feet running down the hallway with Dodger right behind to jump in bed with us, cuddling right up to there momma.” He brushed his lips against your neck, breathing your soft scent in. “Getting up middle of the night to check for monsters in the closet, plan out birthday parties, family vacations, getting to cuddle with all of you watching cartoons for the night.” He continued on, and you couldnt help but ache for all that to.

“Family dress up for Halloween. Can you imagine how many times they would want to be avengers? Since there dad is captain america after all.” You giggle a bit, and he embraces you against his chest, chuckling softly.

“I might even still fit into it at that point. Maybe. Okay baby, times up. Want me to come with you?”

You slip up and pause him. “No, be right back Handsome.” Slipping into the bathroom, you pick up the stick, and your heart sinks slightly. It was a negative. You couldnt help but feel overwhelming disappointment at it. Going back out, you shake your head softly.

“Im sorry Chris...” You start but he interrupts you and pulls you closer to him.

“Hey, theres no need to be upset.” He assured you, and when you look him in the eyes, theres a determined glint in those blue orbs, and he wiggled his brows, sweeping you to lay on the bed, and he moved over you, kissing down your neck, growling softly through his kisses and his hands slid under your shirt.  

“Just means we get to work on making a baby more often.”

You had to admit, you rather liked the sounds of that.

[soulwillower]

okay so 🦋🌹 for the vibes post if i remembered those correctly i feel like ur really soft but strong !! also if ur writing hcs can i get uhhhh vacation with richie? like going up with or without ur parents to a cabin or something :,)

AW thats so sweet thnk u :’))) and slightly nsfw warning at the end for this!! (i did without parents and i feel like its weak but im down to do with parents maybe for a fic or smth)

ok so

i live in a mountain state so im saying:

SKI TRIP

without parents

u n rich go up to his family’s cabin for a weekend with the intention of just having a rly good time

i feel like he wouldnt be huge on skiing/snowboarding but

he would snowboard rather than ski

not well, but he’d do it

so u’d go up and spend the whole day boarding before coming back exhausted to the condo

and u guys get fast food on the way bc ur v hungry

holding hands and pointing out all the beautiful scenery

:’)

richie would wanna pull over and walk through mountains w you, looking at all the snow

hed def start a snowball fight lol

and lose immediately

anyways u guys share the master bedroom

and cuddle the whole night

u feel like adults bc its j the two of u and its kinda official bc ur not sneaking or anything

its v sweet

and theres a pool/hot tub at the condo

one of the hot tubs are outside

which means Jelly Rolls

u make richie do one

and then when he does and he screams bc it hurts u refuse to do one

he gets annoyed n starts tickling u

and pulls u into his lap

but he looks rly hot like that so uh oh

u guys start making out

and ur grinding against him needily

until some family comes along on their way to the clubhouse

and they walk right past u guys omfg

and ur bright red

richie just waves and says “howdy”

u smack him lightly

but then u drag him back to ur cabin

and u guys def fuck in front of the fireplace, sry

and richie thinks its so hot bc he likes the light the fire casts on ur bare skin

omg and the showering together after bc again: nobody to sneak around from

then making hot drinks

ans cuddling on the couch u til u fall asleep on his chest

he carries u to bed

just a sweet wholesome ski trip!!

<3

#richie tozier headcanons #richie tozier smut #headcanons

[arthur-fleck-is-my-baby]

Till you~

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x sick!reader

Summary: You wake up one morning sick, and arthur takes care of you

Warnings: throwing up, thats about it

Tagging: @vemazing​ ; @ultra-marine-scales​ ; @live-love-loki​ ; @taintednihilist​ ; @sebastianshoe​

Notes: i thought of this earlier and knew i had to write it. i hope you guys don’t mind, its a bit short

Song: I Hadn’t Anyone Till You by Frank Sinatra

“Arthur” You groaned. You had woken up with a massive headache, quickly followed by an extreme pain in your stomach. Shit. 

“What is it?” he whispered, rolling over in bed to face you. He was shirtless, a blanket loosely hanging off of him. You went to respond, but sudden nausea prevented you from it, instead causing you to jump up and run to the bathroom. 

Arthur sat up quickly as he heard you vomit down the hall. He threw the covers from himself and briskly walked through the doorway. As he approached the bathroom, he grabbed a towel from the closet. He peered inside, seeing you hunched over the toilet. You held your hair back with one hand, and gripped the side of the bowl with your other. He entered the bathroom, kneeling beside you and running his hand through your hair. You looked at him with tears welling up in your eyes. Your nose stung and you could feel another wave of nausea hit you as you hunched over again. He moved his hand to hold back your hair, freeing your hand.

Once you’d finished he flushed the toilet and wiped your face with the towel he had grabbed earlier. He knew you hated throwing up, so he tried his best to comfort you. His hand stoked your shoulder softly, trying his best to make you feel better.

“Let’s get you into a bath.” He said softly, leaning forward and kissing your temple. You nodded and heard the sudden rush of water coming from the bath faucet. “Do you want help getting ready?” he said, returning to your side. You shook your head, slowly standing with help from him. He nodded in response and slowly walked out of the bathroom, leaving you to undress. 

In the living room, Arthur quickly gathered everything he knew he would need for the day. He grabbed as many blankets as possible, throwing them onto the couch. After finding your favorite movie, he placed it on top of the television, making it easy to find later. He found your favorite candles and placed them on the counter, along with the small portable radio. He then sighed and walked towards the phone, preparing his lie. He dialled Hoyts number and heard the phone ring three times.

“Hello?” Hoyt asked. 

“Hi, its Arthur. Arthur Fleck.” He began. “I’m calling to let you know that I’m sick and I won’t be able to come into work today.” Arthur ended the sentence with a cough, hoping it would be enough to convince him.

“Alright. Get here early tomorrow.” Hoyt grumbled, quickly hanging up on Arthur. He smiled widely, happy that he was about to spend the day taking care of you. 

Arthur entered the bathroom, and saw that you were already in the bath. You had turned off the water when it reached your desired height, and you sat there waiting for him patiently. “I’m sorry that took a while, I had to call work.” He said, placing the candles on the edge of the tub. 

“You didn’t call out did you?” you knew that this job was important to him. He left the room momentarily to grab the portable radio. When he returned he had a soft smile.

“I need to take care of you.” he said. “Hoyt can let Gary take my gig today.” He turned on the radio, a quiet song playing.

I hadn’t anyone… till you

I was a lonely one… till you

He lit the candles one by one with a match, lighting his own cigarette after. You took in all the scents, including his cigarette smoke, and you could feel your headache slowly ease. Before long though, Arthur was already by your side. He picked up the cup he had brought, dipped it in the water, and slowly poured it over your hair. You smiled at the feeling of the warm water falling over you, and you couldn’t help but wish Arthur was in the bath with you, rather than outside of the tub. Not for any sexual reason, but to hold you close and take care of you. He lathered your hair with shampoo, although you had insisted you could do it on your own. 

And through my lonely heart demanding it

Cupid took a hand in it

I hadn’t anyone… till you

Your limbs felt weak as you stood from the bath, and Arthur could tell. “Let me help.” he said, softly placing his hand on your elbow. He handed you the bath towel hanging on the wall, helping you put it on. As you walked down the hall to the bedroom, he followed close behind. He helped you into your pajamas as your attempted to dry your hair.

He left the bedroom, ready to boil water for your tea. “What do you have planned for today?” you called down the hall, your voice scratchy. He didn’t reply, which wasn’t anything new to you. Arthur wasn’t the biggest on talking, but when he was in the mood, he could talk for hours. It just depended on the day. You walked down the hall to see him arranging pillows and blankets on the couch. 

“Sorry, I got caught up in arranging everything…” he trailed off, moving another pillow. You looked at the movie set on the top of the television set and a smile spread across your face. He turned to you, seeing your face as you looked at the movie. “I’m going to take care of you today ok? I have water boiling for tea,” he looked to the kitchen “I’ve got a garbage can,” he looked to the ground next to the couch where a small garbage can sat “And we have no reason for anyone to bother us.” He looked at you and smiled with the same beautiful smile you adored. 

“I can’t wait” you said, leaning forward to kiss his temple. Arthur was an amazing boyfriend, and you had no clue what you would do without him. 

#arthur fleck #arthur fleck is my baby #arthur fleck could get some #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck fanfic

[lonelyshrimp]

What happened with your roomies if you don’t mind me asking...?

 Yknow what I’m in a mood and they don’t know my tumblr (haha they think I’m a cisstraight girl lol) so let’s get into some shit. Imma put everything under a read more bc imma rant a bit and this is gonna get long.

TW: food, unsanitary (general things not being kept clean, typically bathroom and kitchen related), drug use, fighting, slurs

tl;dr if you dont feel like reading this beast:

They steal what food i dare leave out in the kitchen rather tan keep in my room

They slam doors excessively, fight, yell horrible things to each other, have friends over yelling at like 2 am (last night for example)

Leave the doors unlocked and open?? We cant even lock the front door anymore??? (Dw the doors to our rooms all have locks. If I’m in my room or out of the house, my door is locked)

Constantly throw around the r slur. Like. All the time. Including one person having called me it. Y i k e s

One person keeps smoking in the house even though i’ve asked numerous times (and even have a note on my door) asking people to please smoke outside, it gives me headaches. You are physically hurting me stop.

Don’t Clean Anything. The kitchen is a wreck. The toilets are constantly clogging, I Am In Hell.

For context: the house is a one story house divided into a main floor and finished basement. It’s a rooming house and the basement is largely seperate from upstairs. (They have a kitchen door that they keep closed and locked.) The stairs to the basement are split into two smaller flights, with a landing in between the floors. That’s where the side door is. The public spaces upstairs are the kitchen (connects to stairs), the hallway, and the two bathrooms (big main one, tiny water closet by the front door). The rest of the upstairs is split into five rooms. For comprehension sake, we’ll call my roommates: The Couple (M&F), A, T, and J.

Mmkay lets start with the least egregious and move our way up, shall we? Theft! Of anything and everything! No one can have anything out in the public areas if they actually care about it. It. Will. Get. Stolen. Now, I have a mini fridge and the second biggest room here, so I’m lucky in that 99% of my groceries, as well as all my other belongings, fit in my room. There’s just a wee problem: I don’t have a freezer. Not to fear, past naïve me thought, I’ll just clean out and use the locked freezer since I still have the keys for that fridge! (We have two fridges and food theft was a problem beforehand and so me and my friend who lived here cleaned out the second fridge to use as our own and kept it locked.) I decided to do this after I had bought myself some ice cream, wrote my name on the top, and put it in the main freezer. I go to have some ice cream later that week, I open the tub for the first time (as in I removed the seal holding the lid onto the tub) to find that someone eaten half the tub of ice cream while making it seem like it hadn’t been opened. I know it happened at home bc the spoon marks were clear as day and I have to walk 20 minutes back from the grocery store. That woulda melted by then (Also I would’ve noticed at the store that. The tub was hella lopsided??? And way too light???) So yea of course I’m ticked now, I spent 6 bucks on that bro like just ask or get ur own??? So I put it the other freezer, and for a while it’s fine. Next month I decide to treat myself to some frozen waffles and some chicken strips and come home to find that the hinges holding the locks onto the doors of the fridge were torn out of the fridge/freezer doors. Like. The screws were pried outta this metal door rendering the locks completely useless (to the point i wouldn’t even be able to put the hinges back on.) And the cherry on top?? My ice cream was gone!!! Hope u enjoyed it, asshole. So whatever. Fine. I put my food away and. a week later?? Im like “Man i could go for some waffles rn”. I bought 2 8 packs. One chocolate chip, one cinnamon (y’all i literally buy the cheapest ones Zehrs sells. 2,19$ a box y’all. not even eggos). Surprise surprise!! The entire box of choccy chip ones GONE. Mind u, i wrote my name on all of these boxes, as well as a very large “DO NOT EAT”. so i begrudgingly had a couple (note that, 2) cinnamon waffles and move on. A couple days later I go to have some more and. The waffles are completely gone. Out of a total of 16 waffles, ya boy got a solid 2. (It’s worth noting that there was a single waffle left, but at 0,27$ a waffle, I didn’t mind leaving the box on the table with a note basically reading “these are cheap af, buy ur own bitch”.) (I didn’t swear that much tho)

I’d add the bike to the list but i can’t confirm nor deny that one of my roommates stole my tires and seat off my bike (although M does work on bikes all the time so man idk.)

Next up: wow people here are l o u d. I’m talking slamming doors all the time, slamming things around, yelling, playing music wildly loud. It’s awful. Like. You can just. Close the door quietly? Stop slamming things around please? It’s awful because loud sudden noises make me panic and lemme tell ya, wakin up at eight am bc your a-hole roommate decided to slam the door eight times bc the front door is broken because someone took the border around the jamb off instead of fixing it so we can actually?? lock that door?? because it doesnt quite fit in the jamb and so the only wat to lock it was the chain lock and. someone took that too so thats fun :)))))). The side door isn’t that much better. We have a code lock and. No One Ever Locks It. Like. I’ll come outta room and?? It’s just open????? Close the door???????????

The worst, however, is the fucking fighting. The Couple love to argue all the time. and yell at each other and slam the doors or smashing shit and they yell pretty awful things to each other. Like. I’ve heard M call his gf some awful shit. It’s worse when they have people over too. The other day there were like. 14 cops in here bc of them at like 2 am. Cue me, 2 am, trying to watch a livestream and seeing like??? Six cop cars pull up????? Wh a t????? Not fun not good for my brain.

God and. What is with everyone and the r slur??? Like what?? there are so many words you can choose stop using that word. Like okay the other night someone?? took the dc adapter for the wireless modem and one of the dudes downstairs as well as the couple were looking to see if they had a compatible dc adapter and so i just decided to wait?? and i just spaced out a bit okay whatever i was lookin at the wall like i do and fuckin. the couple had a couple friends over and one of em was chillin between the kitchen and the hall and M yells out from his room “Hey don’t you feel weird with this creepy ass bitch standing next to you? Like what is she, m*ntally r*tarded?” like wow okay dude i’m literally not doing anything. Luckily his friends reaction was basically “?? She lives here?? She can stand there if she wants??” (wow referring to myself as she feels weird and wrong).

A big problem I have is I feel like theres a community in this house that I just don’t fit into? Part of it is I’m like. the only person here who doesn’t do drugs of any kind?? Like I have nothing against ppl who use drugs like whatever bro, but it feels super othering to me when i can’t relate to anyone here because of it. That and. Getting T in particular but really just anyone but A to respect me asking that if you’re going to smoke anything to do it outside because weed and to a lesser extent cigarette smoke trigger my sensory disorder and causes me pain and causes sensory overload and I still find myself asking people to smoke outside.Like I’ve never been unreasonable and said “no drugs in the house” or some bs. I’m just asking u to respect my disability thanks.And like?? I’ll get into this in a second but there were needles in the toilet?? Bro throw them out properly.

And now: Hell.

Can no one clean up after themselves?? Do your dishes. If theres food left on your plate, throw it out first, don’t dump it in the sink. Seriously the kitchen sink is fucked. The kitchen is gross. The microwave ugh ugh ugh no thanks. No one can clean everything. This is why all my cookware and dishes are in my room. That way I can make sure I 1) Still Own It and 2) Its clean and usable. I clean them as I go and just use my own shit.

Nothing compares to the bathrooms, though. It seems like every other day one of the toilets are clogged. Last week there were spoons in the sink?? Like at least 10 spoons. In the bathroom sink. The floor is dirty because no one owns a mop and?? there was one in the kitchen?? I haven’t seen it in like a month. And the worst of all. Okay, it’s really bad when every one up here is between like. 16 and 19 I think? And I had to put up a sign in the bathroom asking people to flush when you’re done??? And I still have to flush before I can use the washroom???? And it feels like every week or so. The toilet’s clogged. Oh! I forgot to mention that the water closet doesn’t even have a doorknob anymore. Someone took it. But wait, it gets worse. Seriously if extremely unsanitary things bother u, stop reading now.

Twice in the past month I’ve had to contact the landlord because the toilets were beyond clogged. The first time was bad but oh lord nothing compares to the second time (aka last week). The first time was your pretty standard toilet clogs and backs up and its very gross. I contacted the landlord and it was fixed the next day and it was fine. For. Two Days. Im serious. See. People here have a real issue it seems of “The person before me didn’t flush so neither will I”, leading to a toilet bowl full of like. a half a roll of toilet paper and waste. F u n. What that led to was the toilet clogging, people not doing anything about it, and continuing to use it. Eventually the toilet bowl was full, so trow a shopping bag over the lid to mark the toilet as “Out of order” and move on to the other one.Both toilets were completely unusable. I emailed the landlord and i don’t know if either they or one of the people living here contacted them, but the old landlord and old property manager were here the other day to clean them out and fix them?? and yea among all the standard waste you’d expect in a toilet, there were needles? Like buddy theres a trash can right there? I know u had the needle caps bc they were in there too. just... disgusting...

bro this is just what i can think of off the top of my head i know theres more but oh no this is so long now. just. this is a lot more detail than u wanted but i wanted to get this out of my brain??

#shrimp answers #shrimp rambles #food ment tw #fighting ment #fighting tw #drug ment tw #drug ment #smoking tw #needle mention #unsanitary #unsanitary tw #r slur #r slur tw #man all it really takes is a peek at these tags and u already get a decent idea #i hate it here but moving causes me too much stress #esp rn hoooooooo boy #i wanna weather this out until i can afford to have my own place entirely on my own #i don't like having roommates they make me very anxious and if i hear them talking about someone #i instantly feel like its me like theyre talking shit about me they hate me they hate me #aaaahhhhhh

[thehomierobbstark]

Erik accidentally calls you a “bitch” and does everything to make it up to you

A/N: So the hybrid part of this is missing, but it will return in the second part, which will be a reblog of this part. The story kicks off immediately, so get ready. Remember, you asked for this anon 😅.

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Horrible shrieks ring out throughout the apartment, the high pitched cries piercing the core of your ears and startling you from your concentrated position. You drop the hot curling iron into the sink, flinching at the burn left behind on your ear.

Wincing at the pain, you swipe your finger under the cold tap of the tub, tapping at your ear lightly to try and subdue some of the stinging, feeling your irritation grow.

Rounding the corner out of the bathroom, you walk halfway through the hallway before yelling out, the upset shrieking still echoing off the walls.

“Um, hello??? I know I’m not the only one in this house who hears that, Erik where are you, dammit!?”

You wait half a beat and hear no response before padding all the way into the living room to find your toddler in her pen, wailing as tears stream down her cheeks. You rush over to her and scoop her up, cooing at her and wiping away the tears with your t-shirt as you pace back and forth, bouncing her on your hip.

When you turn to walk back, you see Erik out on the balcony, phone held to his ear while he talks animatedly to someone on the other line.

“Are you fucking serious?” your nostrils flare, and you stomp over to the glass door, knocking hard on it while you cover your baby’s ears with the other hand.

“Erik! Get the fuck in here!” you yell through the pane, and its a muffled sound but coupled with the knocking it gets your husbands attention.

He glances in your direction before refocusing somewhere on the ground, and you can hear that he’s arguing with whoever’s on the other line as he holds a finger up to you.

You slide open the door a crack, careful to keep your baby girl shielded from the cold air as you yell some more.

“Now, Erik! Come inside!” you say harshly, closing the door quickly and retreating back to the pen to grab her blanket and wrap it around her.

She’d calmed down significantly since you’d picked her up, her little body jerking from the hiccups of breath she was making from the after affects of her crying.

You smooth your hand over her soft curls, kissing her forehead before laying her body over your shoulder, hugging her into your neck.

You hear the patio door slide open again and you turn to face him, seeing him step inside and remove his coat. He reaches behind him to slide the door closed, looking at you with furrowed brows.

“Girl, what the hell is your problem? Why you banging on the door yelling like that when I’m on the phone?” he says, straightening the collar of his shirt.

“You were supposed to be watching Shania, Erik! She was screaming bloody murder and you were outside on a goddamn business call!” You try to keep your voice level, but its gets louder the more you talk, and Shania stirs on your shoulder.

You take a breath to try and calm yourself, rubbing circles into her back as you try again, this time attempting to whisper.

“All I asked you to do was watch your daughter while I got ready for your company’s banquet. God, you can’t even do that without running off to handle work!” you’re seething with anger now, so tired of him pulling this shit and leaving you with the burden.

“You better watch the way you’re speaking to me, I know how to take care of my own daughter, Y/N. I was outside for less than five minutes. I was right there!” he points back out to the patio.

You close your eyes, rubbing your temples as you feel the pressure start to build behind your eyes of your oncoming migraine.

“But you couldn’t hear her screaming, E,” you try and reason with him. “We’ve been over this, Ni Ni is only one she needs to be watched constantly. What if something happened to her?!”

He wasn’t understanding the gravity of the situation. You needed him to understand.

“Nothing is going to happen to her, Y/N! Stop jumping to the worst conclusions-”

“Well maybe if you gave a shit more I wouldn’t have to jump to anything!” You’re screaming again, the rise in tension scaring Shania, and she starts a low whine that threatens to become a full blown crying session again.

You move away from the living room, needing to distance yourself before you become reckless and you head to the nursery, leaving Erik fuming in the other room. You didn’t mean to get so upset buts its like he hadn’t learned anything.

You’re gone for about ten minutes, using the time to calm Shania back down and cradle her to sleep, wanting both you and Erik to just take a moment and assess your feelings before coming back together to talk.

When she finally drifts off to sleep, you lay her in her crib, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek and making sure her feet and back are covered by her yellow blankie before turning on the baby mobile and flipping off the light.

You quietly close the door behind you, leaning on it and taking a deep breath, resting your head back against the door. You didn’t feel like arguing anymore and you know you needed to apologize, but you just wanted to hear him acknowledge it at least once. Thats all you wanted; to know that it had affected him as much as it did you.

You shuffle back into the living room, the guilt from your flared temper weighing heavy on your heart.

You shouldn’t have yelled at him like that.

“Erik, I-”

“Save it, Y/N.” You look up to see Erik on the couch, bent over as he slips on his black suede loafers he’d paired with his white jacket tuxedo.

“I already called the babysitter and cancelled, so don’t worry about getting ready,” he tells you exhaustedly, sighing as he stands and smooths out his pants.

He walks past you to grab his jacket off the hanger on the back of the door, going to the mirror at the front closet to watch himself put it on.

You felt a little hollow inside.

“What do you mean?” you look at his face in the mirror, walking up behind him.

“I mean, I’m going by myself to the banquet. I don’t give a shit about my family, right? Thats what you said. That I’d rather be at fucking work.” He spits the last word out with disgust.

He pulls a black bow tie out of his front pocket, angrily tying it around his neck.

That really hit you in the chest, because even though thats what you said, thats not what you meant. Not really.

You start to reach out to him while you try and find your words, wanting to explain.

“Erik… I didn’t…”

“What, Y/N? You didn’t mean it? No, thats exactly what you meant. Otherwise, why would you have said it.”

His words are cold, and you can feel the pain behind them as he focuses on straightening his bow tie.

Your throat starts to feel thick and tears form in the corners of your eyes. You didn’t mean to hurt him like that.

“Baby, I’m-”

“No, Y/N. I don’t want to hear it. I mean, God, what do you want from me? To hear me say it? To hear me live it, over and over again?”

He’s turned to faced you now, jacket buttoned at the waist, dreads braided back neatly and his beard lined up, a single diamond stud earring adorning his left ear.

The smooth, well put together exterior did nothing to soften the enraged frustrated look on his face.

“All I want to do is find answers and try to move on, but it’s like you can’t help but use what happened as an excuse to be a fucking bitc-”

He stops himself short, but he’s not quick enough.

He’d said it. You heard it. You’d both heard it.

You feel wetness trailing your jaw, and you reach up to touch it. You didn’t even realize the tears had fallen.

Erik’s frozen in his spot, a mixture of shock and regret distorting his face.

His feet move to step towards you but you take one back, holding a hand out like you’re trying to protect yourself.

He closes his eyes, ashamed, and he opens his mouth to say something.

“Dont.” You cut him off before he can even begin, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears louder than you could a few seconds ago.

“Thats how this works, right?” Your voice is shaky, and you let out a fake laugh, squeezing and releasing a fist as you try to keep yourself together.

“I hurt you, you hurt me back.” You sniff, vision getting cloudy.

“You meant it, right? Otherwise, why would you have said it.” You hand his words back to him, not even having the energy to throw them.

“Y/N. You know I didn’t-”

“You’re gonna be late for your banquet, Erik. You should get going.”

He gives you one last look, trying to find your eyes with his, but you just wrap your arms around yourself, staring at the spot you picked on the gray carpet beneath your feet.

You hear him walk back to the couch, fabric shuffling as he grabs his coat, and his footsteps move toward the door, tapping as they reach the hardwood transition.

Keys jingle against the door knob as you hear the lock twist, the heavy metal door creaking open.

“I love you,” he whispers, and the door shuts, the only sound left being the soft thud of your tears against the carpet to break the deafening silence.

#the gif doesn't have anything really to do with the fic but i wanted to add the personality to it #the white space was getting old very quickly #enjoy homies! #or...at least dont get too upset XD #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger headcanon #headcanon ek #black panther #black panther fandom #bp #TheHomieFics #nons

[sanguinarius-archive]

(sal)ly face headcanons bc why not

sal actually loves bright/jarring colors, but claims he doesnt look good when wearing them (he does tho, just ask the artists ash and larry)

he loves loves loves space!!! he knows the names of random stars and planets. he doesnt talk about it much bc its hard for him to word it correctly but he just.. FOCUSES on it for HOURS

when people ask him “comics or novels” he literally cannot decide. he’ll read stephen king’s “it” but then a second later he’s reading a fuckin archie comic or garfield comic

he actually loves sci fi films more than horror!

horror movies tend to freak him out because hes more psychologically affected by them (bc of his trauma), so he’d rather avoid that and go with something like sci fi

this is canon but- he loves to paint his nails! one time he painted each nail with the bi flag. it actually took a lot of precision but it was worth it

sal loves small dogs. he also loves rottweilers and chihuahuas bc they look so silly and cute with those big bulging eyes and that waggy tail

he thinks bunnies are AWESOME and one time larry put one on his head and he felt like an angel was above him

“sal how does it feel?” “it feels like… like god has sent her top guardian down to protect my mind…” “from what?” “from negative energy”

it is utter chaos when hes forced to go to school with a cold

poor boy sneezes but he cant take off his prosthetic bc he’ll feel naked af

dont worry tho, ash and larry to the rescue! they take him to larry’s apartment and hide him there and take care of him for a bit before going back to school themselves. they also bring sal any work he misses

sal gets emotional very easily over happy things!

like literally if he thinks abt his friends for one (1) second he’ll start to tear up because he just appreciates them so much

he hates strawberries. they are always too weirdly cold for him and that hurts his teeth and he also just doesn’t like the way they taste

he also stims!!!! he tends to blink a lot and grind his teeth. other stims are more visible ones like flexing his fingers or drumming them on tables, and flapping his hands as well. also kicks his legs a lot

sal loves all animals, this is canon, but like

imagine if he frickin got like.. a snake

larry is SUPER terrified of snakes, he thinks theyre cool from a distance but he hates seeing them

so when sal is like “i got something to show u” larry isnt expecting it and he sees the snake that is very clearly in its container but he just BOLTS

and sal is like “noo… babey snek is nice…”

he… has a weird relationship with bugs like all of us. but he baby talks all of them from time to time

he literally will pick up a centipede and be like “what are you doing here mister?? just crawlin around? how delightful!! i wonder what it’s like to see the world in your eyes… with that many legs…”

sal will obviously wear whatever he wants

but traditionally “masculine” clothes? no thanks. he hates it. thats why he wears dresses to formal stuff. he feels trapped or suffocated if he wears a suit or anything like that

he just prefers really baggy/loose clothing

if given a meal with different portions he’ll eat it one by one

so like… if he has fries and chicken strips. if he starts on the fries, he finishes the fries. he doesn’t switch back and forth

he also loves sweets but only if they’re small

big candy bars? no thank you

also going back to the stim thing- ash stims as well so she and sal share stim toys!!! things like squishies or weighted stuff or spinner rings or chewie jewelery, they’ll share those with each other

okay but one day he’s in art class just goofing off with larry

and larry puts glitter in his own hair as like a joke

but sal is just FASCINATED

because… oh my god… sparkl…………. shinyy…

and so he practically pours the entire tub of glitter on his hair

and he gets in so much trouble for it but he’s like “no miss listen i am a goddess. this is who i am. i am a teen figuring my life out”

and for the rest of the day he doesn’t bother to get any of it out so he walks around the school with a terribly large amount of glitter in his hair

larry cries of laughter whenever he sees him

ash thinks he’s a QUEEN and insists that he comes over and lets her fiddle with his hair and actually make it v pretty and sparkly

so he accepts!!!!!

sal also loves little kids and is super good with them. sometimes kids get scared of his mask, but it’s easy for him to reassure them

when soda is born, sal declares he’s going to be her favorite uncle

and he’s right!

larry’s not jealous though cause yeah, sal is pretty great

and honestly? sal is super protective of soda. he shields her from seeing or hearing any bad things

i also headcanon sal’s voice is a bit like kurt cobain’s- so he kind of sings like him too? but doesn’t scream or anything. his singing voice very soft like kurt’s in the beginning of lithium

sal doesn’t really like to sing though. in front of people, at least

he loves music box versions of songs, they’re just so relaxing and they help him fall asleep a lot of the time

also when he sleeps it’s usually on his back, so gizmo lays on his stomach through the night. sal doesn’t move a lot during his sleep

he has sleepwalked though, to larry’s place

and larry woke up and saw sal (this is after he first saw him without his mask) and he saw him without his glass eye For The First Time

larry TRIES not to wake him up but pretty much fails and sal kind of has a panic attack

he’s like “that- i- i’m sorry- my eye-” and covers it but larry pulls his hand down back to his side and is like “it’s ok you look super cool without it”

prom is honestly one of the best nights of sal’s life

he’s got his hair up in a bun and wears a rainbow-striped t-shirt with a high-waisted black skirt and a long-sleeved black shirt underneath the t-shirt and tall dark leather boots

his nails are painted blue, red, purple, orange to represent him, larry, ash and todd (tho his nails on his thumbs are painted black)

because he secretly loves dancing when no one is around, he just kind of rocks it at prom and his friends are blown away bc… holy shit?? sal fisher can Dance????

but he’s more playful with it

he and larry scream the lyrics to the songs that play

they all end up ditching the prom and going outside to the back of the school and just kinda goof off

larry and ash share a cigarette and todd drives all of them out beyond city limits to an open field

they just kinda lay down in the grass there and stargaze for nearly the entire night

they talk about stupid stuff and serious stuff

honestly sal just goes back to his apartment very later and happy cries

cause again, he gets so emotional over happy stuff

and he loves his friends very much

and no there is no bad ending to this or bad ending that i won’t talk about

they all grow up together and are happy

EDIT: ANOTHER ONE I FORGOT TO ADD... sal LOVES deadpool. hes only into marvel for deadpool. he relates to him bc hey they both have deformed faces (except for dp its his whole body too i think) but ya!!!! he loves wade frickin wilson

#mine #sally face #sal fisher #larry johnson #ashley campbell #todd morrison #long post/ #headcanons #sally face headcanons #sf headcanons

[swordbreakerz]

romanticized asks do all the evens motherfucker

i’ll hunt you for sport

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

thats such a loaded question god, fucking. green carnations i guess? simply cause of the gay coding of that flower idk man

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

im gonna take this literally so base layer: nice linens, and then a silk shirt and pants. well fitted leather armor with a good range of motion, sturdy but flexible boots, leather arm guards, a swooping cloak and simple jeweled diadem

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

may butcher these i have a shit memory and i cant think of anything like. ‘iconic’ rly so bear with me

‘and don’t forget sam. frodo wouldn’t have gotten far without sam.’ ‘now mr frodo i was bein serious!’ ‘so was i.’ - lord of the rings

you’re right-- holiness is in the hands even if it’s always the head that gets haloed. - c.t. salazar

are you there, sweetheart? do you know me? is this microphone live? let me do it right for once. - richard siken

you cannot kill me in a way that matters - that tumblr post abt mushrooms

there is no greater innocence than our gentle sin - hozier

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

manzanita, pine sap, forest duff, juniper, very earthy and sharp

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

on again off again all day rain, sometimes no more than a drizzle and sometimes a raging thunderstorm

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

yeah

14. curtains of beads or lace?

mmmmm beads i think cause of the click clacks

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit

high waisted cotton pants and a poofy linen shirt, leather half corset, a couple belts for my sword and daggers, either no shoes or soft leather slippers, cape obviously and lots of jewelry

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?

if i had to choose right now spice cake but like all of them depending on my mood

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

hell fucking yes i just dont have long enough hair right now

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

god fuck you uhhhh. probably like a curse to not be able to articulate myself? i would be able to get the general idea across but not what i Actually Meant wow that sounds like my personal hell

24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?

mint or basil depending on my mood

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

ok so 2018 i did a haunted house and for the first few days i was behind a door that essentially led to a service hallway fr the security cause there was a lot of people instead of like, an actual scare spot in one of the rooms and it was great UNTIL i started hearing knocking from the wall behind me, and keep in mind this was a warehouse i was at the edge of the haunt there was nothing on the other side of me but the Outside so its not like one of the actors or patrons was knocking around behind me, a couple times i saw a stack of hat boxes jostle which was Not fun no sir i really hated it, this went on for a couple nights before one night it was a slow period and i was standing by my door waiting to hear someone come in, and let me clarify the setting a little bit i was in a storage area so there was bins and shit all around me, and i was chilling and i heard smth like sliding behind me? and then a stack of empty tubs fucking slid into me and hit my shoulder. now this stack wasnt in danger of falling it was sitting back pretty stable on top of a pile of boxes so tldr a ghost shoved a pile of emtpy storage bins to try and hit me it sucked. it stopped after that and then i moved rooms after to fill out the necessary spots but it uhh sucked lol

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

ah jeez um. lets see

do no harm, take no shit; it takes two to tango; curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

tailored three piece suit with a corset styled like a waistcoat, dress shoes with a small heel, cane with a handle styled like a big cat, maybe a panther or smth, full-face barn owl mask with pale filligree you have to get close in the right light to see clearly

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

homosexual activity and public dueling

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

definitely a flying carpet

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

pirate pirate pirate pirate 100 percent oh my GOD please let me sail the open seas with my gay lover

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

nah maybe if it was a group piece with my friends or s/o or smth but not a solo portrait

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

idk i dont have the braincells to give this question a lot of thought, theoretically i guess but it depends on the fairy tale

alright motherfucker expect retaliation im coming for you

#ilysmmmm #friendos #jade #and z answers #prozacking