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𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥? | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
✯social media au
✯lando norris x female reader
✯you love your bf, so much so that everyone knows you as lando’s girl or are you….
✯not requested, i wanted to get something out today though, im not really feeling like myself and really struggling w my mental health again, so bare with me while i try and get things going again, i’m sorry i’m advance<3
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lando won’t pick up my call so i did a photoshoot instead 😁
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username she is everything to me
username y/n looking stunning as USUAL
alexandrasaintmleux the most beautiful😍
>y/ninstagram can’t wait to see you this weekend gorgeous ❤️
landonorris I LITERALLY ANSWERED WDYM😭
landonorris i’ll stop answering more calls so i get new pics of you though 🤤
>y/ninstagram pls don’t i miss you too much🥹
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danielricciardo he literally paused our game to answer your call, i hope you’re happy
>y/ninstagram oh extremely 😁
username how norizz bagged her? i’ll never understand
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fyi i did answer her call and now we’re out on our weekly date, stop harassing me on twitter 😑
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username 💀💀💀
username his ass got blasted on twt it was so funny
y/ninstagram i love you lan!!!!! 🥰
y/ninstagram not sorry for my loyal fans holding you accountable 😁
>landonorris you’re so lucky i love you 😃😃
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maxfewtrell way to girlboss y/n
>y/ninstagram why thank you max 😌
username please these comments r gonna get wild😭
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it’s dutch gp weekend and i’m just here to wish my very animated and emotional boyfriend good luck. i love that i never know what version of you i’m getting going into a new day, can’t decide which is my favourite but grumpy lando (slide 1) and romeo lando (slide 2) might just be the top 2 favourites, good luck baby!😘
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username WHY IS THIS SENDING ME
username romeo lando😭
username lando cannot catch a break
landonorris hmm don’t know how i feel abt this caption…
landonorris i love you though, thank u for being my good luck charm🩷
>y/ninstagram i love you more!!!
maxfewtrell personally i like lando when he has 0 going on in his brain 😁
>danielricciardo so 24/7 lando?
>landonorris OKAY THATS ENOUGH
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when our boys are away, the girls come out to play ❤️🔥
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username okay but these two together?!
username charles and lando better keep one eye open
charles_leclerc okay but can you come back now? i’d like to hang out with my gf :)
>alexandrasaintmleux we are a packaged deal char
>landonorris hmm i don’t think so
>y/ninstagram yes we are😁
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alexandrasaintmleux my girl😘
>y/ninstagram 🩷🩷
username idk if i wanna be y/n, alex, charles or lando😵💫
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just so we’re clear, she’s mine😁
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username lmfao lando doesn’t wanna share w alexandra🤣
username pls we all know she’s yours 💀
alexandrasaintmleux i feel like i’m being attacked???
>y/ninstagram i wouldn’t let that happen baby🫡
danielricciardo TRUST ME MATE WE KNOW
>landonorris good, don’t get it twisted 😁
y/ninstagram i’m all yours baby 😘
>y/ninstagram except when alex calls🥰
>landonorris EXCUSE ME!!!!
username so lando’s girl or alex’s girl….?🤔
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lando’s girl.❤️
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username oh i’m crying now
username HOT TAMALE
username my favs
landonorris my girl❤️❤️❤️
>y/ninstagram forever and always baby🥰
alexandrasaintmleux it’s okay, i know who’s girl you are behind closed doors
>y/ninstagram 😉😉😉
>charles_leclerc 😦
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username HAHAHAH CHARLES AND LANDO😭
mclaren ahh now this is the entertainment we asked for🤣
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landonorris THIS ISNT OVER!!!
>alexandrasaintmleux YES IT IS!
charles_leclerc mon dieu
>alexandrasaintmleux je t’aime tellement charlie😘
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https://www.tumblr.com/starfxkr/747210373887918080/this-is-trapjj-x-kitten-have-has-this-exact
this has me crying bc now im thinking ab kitten and trap!jj when theyre at their worsttt like i dont think its talked ab enough 🤦🏽♀️ like maybe kitten starts stealing his shit n he starts smoking out other girls (god forbid) but its exactly like this n worse bc they both get their licks in 😭 kitten def gives him the most insane scratches and bites hardd cus she gets active and fights dirty w him!!! as for jj… he def smacks her across the face it leaves a giant welt that you can visibly see like theyre fightinggg 🤷🏽♀️ n at the end of the day its still some kind of foreplay to them bc theyre both freaks 💁🏽♀️ n tommies switch ups are soo funny bc thats def kitten 100%… normally she can dish it *and* take it but not w jj!!!!!! but at the end of the day its all love for these crash outs
no pleaseeeee lets talk about it forreal because she can stand on business...with everyone accept jj
she finds out he's smoking other bitches out because they PURPOSELY PUT HER IN THEIR CLOSE FRIENDS SO SHE CAN SEE and she goes to his house steaming mad filled with adrenaline AND with bloody knuckles because she just whooped a bitches ass.
he's playin in her face so bad because she's got sticky fingers and loves taking his shit so he decides to get back a her like this and they get into multiple physical altercations. she's goin through the house knocking shit over and he smacks her with all his rings on so she stops now she's swinging off him and pulling and ripping the clothes off his body, scratching the shit outta him its like a wild animal attacked him.
once he's got her pinned to the floor or the couch she starts bawlinnnng talkin about why don't he just treat her right, she just wanna be with him but he always in some other hoes face. and he's so used to it because she was just talkin about fuckin his mans but now she just wants him to baby her and his stupid ass is gonna do it...jj's kissing her while she's crying what's left of their clothes are coming off and they fuck right there because they love each other so bad they're just dumb as hell.
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This started as an ask I was gonna send to @teecupangel but then it got like seven paragraphs long and I decided fuck it I’m just gonna make it a post and @ teecup. So here goes!
Another Pokémon!Desmond idea (ps: this got long, tldr; shiny Goomy uncatchable Des)
So to set the stage, AC universe happens as normal but, in the AC universe, pokemon as a franchise doesn’t exist. Just not a thing at all. So, starting off Desmond (who doesn’t know what Pokémon is) dies because of the Eye and poofs into a new universe as he does every other Tuesday.
Now, flash to a Pokémon region. I’m biased so I’ll say Kalos. But most work. Desmond appears on one of the earlier routes as a shiny Pokémon. Because I’m still biased, let’s say a shiny Goomy even though Goomies shouldn’t spawn there.
Desmond, newly goopified, doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. He’s a glob now. And the animals around him are fucking weird. And seemingly only live in the tall grass.
He can’t figure out how to use any of his “moves” outside of basically tackle and scratch and other similarly basic things. So he’s pretty dam weak, probably relatively low level, only thing he has going for him is that he’s fast and, relatively, smart. He’s still got human level intelligence which is enough to outsmart the vast majority of Pokémon.
He spends some time on this route, getting used to things, using his Eagle Vision (which he still has) to find berries, avoiding fights, and just enjoying his forced retirement to another universe. It’s Desmond, unless properly motivated, I think he’d be willing to settle in and chill.
But uh oh, trouble is afoot. In the form of! A CHILD no
This little kid toddles down the path with a belt full of pokeballs. Desmond, who is still new to this world, sees the kid and decides to approach. Why? Idk man, the brain cell got burned by the Eye.
The kid is like “OH MY GOD SHINY GOOMY!” And immediately initiates a Pokémon battle.
How does this feel to Desmond? Im not sure. But he definitely can tell somethings up when the kid starts screaming in another language, sounds like French? (If you get why, you get a cookie), and throws a ball that somehow summons another creature. Let’s say a Caterpie.
The Caterpie is low level, about as intelligent as a real caterpillar, and big. (Fun fact apparently Goomy and Caterpie are the same height). Now Desmond is concerned, especially when the kid yells a command and the huge ass bug attacks him. Caterpie only knows like three moves so it probably just tackles. Desmond, not being an idiot or actually a real Pokémon, dodges. The kid looks surprised but yells again and the Caterpie attacks again. After a few times, Desmond decides “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” and nopes on out of there. The kid is absolutely shocked that the shiny Goomy just ran from the battle and also that it dodged everything.
Desmond meanwhile, hidden now, checks on the kid and sees that they’re blue in Eagle Vision. He’s not sure whether to be surprised or not. On the one hand, he’s never seen a kid that was red, but on the other hand, this kid attacked him.
He metaphorically shrugs it off and continues foraging for berries, he’s trying out new combinations.
Meanwhile, this child runs back to wherever they came from, and eagerly spreads the news about the wild shiny Goomy they saw. Most people don’t believe them, but a couple other kids are curious enough to go looking later.
Another day begins and Desmond stumbles upon a group of kids this time. The original kid among them. They’re speaking quickly, yeah he’s pretty sure it’s French, too bad that’s one of the languages he barely gets (I don’t care if he’d know some via Ezio, he’d know 15th century French, not modern day Pokémon world French). They’re gesturing wildly and some of them are looking accusatorially at the original kid. Desmond tries to get a little closer and, just his luck, stumbles into view of the group. Uh oh.
Several minutes later, the kids are confused as hell, several Caterpies are furiously working their hamster wheel brains to understand what’s happening, and Desmond is starting to question what’s up with the people in this universe.
But something special happened this time. At one point, one of the kids threw a red and white ball at him. It bounced off his head and rolled on the ground, doing nothing. Desmond was just annoyed. The kids were flabbergasted.
Rumors spread until actual researchers are tramping through the tall grass. Desmond is definitely avoiding them. Even if they’re white in Eagle Vision, those lab coats remind him a bit too much of Abstergo.
Eventually, after the human presence becomes a bit too much, Desmond decides to hit the road and moves out from his comfy little tall grass patch in the middle of the night. He settles down again somewhere else.
Repeat cycle a few times until the whole of Kalos has heard tell of this shiny Goomy who nobody can catch and seems to roam the whole region.
Idk what’s happening from there. Begin plot of Pokémon X/Y? Maybe Desmond meets AZ? Lots of options but idk.
#assassin's creed#assassins creed#desmond miles#desmond miles ac#assassin’s creed#pokemon#pokémon xy#kalos#kalos region#pokemon kalos#Goomy#pokemon goomy#shiny goomy
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I am unreasonably excited for this stardew fic im hearing about 👀 (also seb, my love- i always end up romancing him)
Thank you! In all my playthroughs (maybe five before this one, lol) I've never romanced anyone. This one (which inspired this story) I decided to romance and marry Seb :).
The story is gonna feature a lot of the game and setting as inspiration, but I'm going to edit the mechanics a bit so it's less contrived, and there are gonna be more supernatural elements and folks at play... :). And an affectionate, fwb situation with Elliott before the end-game Sebastian romance, just a heads up.
Since you were kind enough to reach out about it, here's a 1400 word WIP sneak peek of Rowan, my gruff, buff werewoof farmer:
(CW: standoffish, loner character with scars on his neck from a werewolf bite, passing mention of a werewolf attack at night that nearly killed him)
This run-down, wild farm, with its endless tangle of fairytale brambles arcing around the roots of maple and oak trees, and its overgrown ponds full of frogs and flowering water weeds, was beyond perfect.
Of course, Rowan knew next to nothing about organic vegetable farming, but that was a problem for another day.
Mayor Lewis dithered on the top step a moment longer before taking his leave with Robin and heading back up the rutted path towards the town. Apparently Rowan had been taciturn enough to drive the chatty old man away, and something about him had evidently unnerved Robin a little. Maybe it was the mess of scars on his throat. He didn’t much care. If it meant they left him alone, so much the better. He wasn’t sure that anyone but Robin in her off-road pickup could make it comfortably along the winding drive to the farm anyway, and it was a miracle that the old man hadn’t toppled into a pothole or a ditch on his way over.
Rowan watched them leave together, deliberately ignoring their nattering gossip about him, which carried easily enough on the spring air to his sharp ears, and he felt something new prickle down his spine. It wasn’t even close to the full moon — he’d made damned sure of that before booking his one-way ticket to the sleepy little valley — but something about this place set the wolf in him prowling. He realised with a jolt that his wolf liked this new territory, with its fresh air and cacophonous birdsong. Where he’d been fractious and aggressive in the city, prone to lashing out when he felt the least bit cornered or trapped, now his wolf was practically bounding on the spot to explore his new territory and claim it as his own, and Rowan recoiled from the idea.
“I am not an animal,” he snarled at himself.
He thought that after bearing the curse for a year, he should have been far more accustomed to the feeling of there being a whole new part of himself inside his own head, or in his heart. And yet, noticing that the way he was feeling was largely because of the wolf, and not his human side, still freaked him the fuck out.
He turned back to the front door of the tumbledown cabin where his grandfather had lived until he’d had to go into care five years earlier, and immediately put his boot through the rotten boards of the veranda with a curse and another snarl. A small family of mice skittered away beneath the house, their pungent smell rising through the new hole to his sensitive nose, and he sighed. “Still not alone, even out here.”
Although the moon was only halfway to full, and against his better judgement, Rowan did let the shift sweep over him a few nights later, and as he sloughed off the complex trappings of his human life and sank his claws delightfully into the velvet-soft dirt, he patrolled the perimeter of the farm where his human self had spent his first week in Stardew Valley clearing weeds and setting up his first organic vegetable beds.
His wolf didn’t think about the uppity shopkeeper in the general store or the awkward blacksmith who’d smelled of a nauseous cocktail of discomfort, anxiety and axle grease, or the harried-looking man in a tweed jacket who’d smelled of coffee and antiseptic. His wolf lowered its head to the ground and inhaled the scents of rabbit and squirrel. It couldn’t decide if it was relieved or saddened to find no trace of wolves — shifter or otherwise — in the area, but seemed to settle for relieved as he slunk like a deeper shred of shadow from the porch of the farmhouse and bounded off into the dark to explore the place with the new, golden eyes of a wolf in place of the slightly blurry, hazel eyes of a human.
A rockfall in the cliffs behind the wreckage of the greenhouse had exposed a damp cave some years ago, though it smelled of bat guano and little else to interest a wolf. He let it be. Trotting eagerly on, the wolf relished the decadent flex and stretch of its powerful muscles, and the bliss of being able to shift whenever the fancy took him was enough to make him tilt his head to the sky and howl his ecstasy at the silent stars.
Rowan knew that being bitten and turned, and dumped unknowingly into the secret world of the supernatural, had taken its toll on him.
His sanity had been right on the ragged edge when he’d come across that forgotten letter from his grandfather in a desk drawer. After a year of trying to hold the remnants of his miserable life in the city together, of slinking down into an old storm drain on the edge of an abandoned industrial estate every full moon, to cage and contain his frustrated, furious wolf, Rowan had known he had to get out of the city. Permanently. It was messing with his wolf and he was losing more of his awareness to it with each passing full moon. He’d also started zoning out at his desk at work and coming-to with claws out and the wolf prowling right beneath his yellow-eyed facade of calm, even halfway through the cycle. The constant clacking of keyboards, the shrill, metallic ringing of office telephones, and the stink of leftover lunches from the cubicle next door to his was going to make him snap. Violently.
Part problem and part gift, his wolf existed purely in the ‘now’. There was no painful past; no human lying abandoned and bleeding and irrevocably changed on the rain-soaked tarmac of a grotty bus station; no human who’d drifted out of touch with his one surviving family member; no bills overdue and no landlord to keep happy. There was only the scent of moss and emerging spring grass and last year’s fallen pine cones, and the echo of a fox’s passing trail across the land which was now his territory.
Rowan’s wolf followed its nose down to the lower pond and lapped luxuriantly at the rich, cool water. His ears drew back and another thrill of delight ran down the length of his body as the sweet, wholesome taste of the water exploded across his tongue; he could detect none of the pollution and chemicals of the city water, just fresh spring that bubbled up from the depths of the earth, carrying with it the minerals and magic of the place.
Yes, this place had magic in abundance.
His grandfather had married a witch, so magic had been in Rowan’s blood already before he’d been mutilated by a lone werewolf at three in the morning in a filthy, city bus station. Perhaps that had been why a bite that messy had taken when it would have killed most people. He prayed he never met his monstrous sire, because he knew he’d rip his fucking head off for ruining his life and turning him into a slathering, near-mindless monster once a month. It was probably only by sheer, dumb luck that he hadn’t been killed by hunters, or killed someone himself by accident, and it had only been by the grace and patience of a blue-haired witch named Mercury that he’d even known what was happening to him in the first place. He shuddered to think where he’d have been without her.
A figure moved in the darkness at the edge of the trees on the southern-most reaches of his property and his lips drew back into a snarl.
“Easy, Rowan,” came a resonant, bass voice, and he froze, tilting his head, ears pricked. He recognised that voice, but couldn’t place it. For answer, he just growled a warning. “Easy,” came the voice a second time. “Rowan MacTavish, I am not here to hurt you. It is I, Rasmodius.”
At the sound of his full name on the still night air, Rowan’s whole body shivered, but the wolf let go of his mind a little. Thought came to him just a little easier. Rasmodius. That was the name of the wizard in the tower. Rowan blinked his golden eyes and sat back on his haunches.
“May I approach?”
He whined and ended the sound in a soft sneeze. Close enough to a petulant ‘fine’, he supposed.
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(more soon, hopefully, if there's interest :3)
#werewolf farmer#stardew valley farmer#stardew valley fic#rowan the werewolf#farmer rowan#ask me anything#wip
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Archer, are you ready to punish an aged up Zenitsu?
The nerve of him. How dare he! You were his, he's told you as much! Yet, here he is, openly flirting with other women, even when you're standing beside him, a stick of dango in each hand! You couldn't lie, it hurt at first, then you saw the gleam in his eyes as he looked back at you after a woman pointed out your presence to him; that damned glimmer he gained whenever he decided to be a complete brat just to piss you off. His almond brown eyes were filled with mischief, lighting a fire in you.
Zenitsu knew what he was doing when he decided to start acting so flirtatious, like how he was before he entered a serious relationship with you, and he knew he was playing with fire. You've never burned him in a way he disliked though, however, he may have gone too far this time. When you both arrived home you swiftly grabbed his arm, squeezing it tightly enough that he let out a whine. He loved when you manhandled him like a doll.
It felt like ages had passed since you and him had entered your shared bedroom, Zenitsu's ass now baring your hand print in a bright red, and you were roughly thrusting into him, his cries of overstimulation filling the room.
"Ah! Ah! Hah! I-I'm- Ah! I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry!" He cried, eyes spilling all too familiar tears.
"You say you're sorry, but I'm gonna make you feel it, bitch. You fucking whore, how shameless are you?! It's almost like you wanted to be fucked dumb in public today!" You snarled, grabbing a fist full of blonde hair, a yell erupting from Zenitsu as he came again, your thrusts not stopping.
"Ah! T-too much, too much! A-ah! Hah!" Zenitsu mewled, you laughing.
"You think that this was gonna stop so soon? Oh no, little thunder boy, you're mine, all mine tonight." You cackled, Zenitsu moaning in protest, tears still spilling down his cheeks.
"B-but I- Ah! Hah! Ohhh- I-I learned my lesson, I-I learned! P-please, master, I-"
"Shut up, slut. You'll take what I give and you know what to do if it gets scary. Until then..." You breathed, leaning over and draping your body over his.
"You're gonna be my little cockwhore. Your punishment has just begun, little man."
Zenitsu lost his voice that night and people in the surrounding area thought that there was a wild animal attack. The blonde couldn't bare to be away from you for several days after, behaving so sweetly and tending to your needs and desires. He was also keeping his eyes only on you.
Just how you liked it.
im dead. so dead.
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Another thing i find is that people who have this perfect victim idea are WOEFULLY unprepared to face the fact that real victims are very flawed, often from the very things they're victims from. And many victims have also hurt others because of the position they were put in from being victims. And when people face that, they tend to treat it like pokemon typing charts where if the victim has done anything wrong, then they're actually an oppressor.
Wait until you actually try to do cult deprogramming, or advocate for real rape victims, or real CSA victims, or abuse victims of every kind of abuse from bullying to parental beatings. You'll find that none of them are perfect angels who've done no wrong and were perpetually quiet and timid all their lives, because those things make people lash out. They affect your relationships, your ability to hold down a job, your ability to socialize and play nice with others.
And with these things, a lot of the times victims have BEEN the abusers, because the abuse they suffered demanded it of them in certain situations for self-defense. And im sorry but this attitude that everybody is either a perfect timid victim or an evil piece of shit abuser and never shall the lines cross just doesnt work in real life with real life people. When you corner an abused wild animal, it will jump and attack if you give it no other options, so lets not go around claiming that a circus tiger whipped and abused to smithereens is a bad terrible abusive animal for mauling its tamer that was coming at it with a whip. Or for that matter, biting the other animals under the threat of being whipped if it didn't.
If your advocacy begins and ends at "victims are perfect people who cant do anything wrong" then you arent gonna find many victims to advocate for. Because most of us have either been cornered or threatened with a whip under the abuse we suffered.
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More Mamatorre thoughts:
-Whenever they see eachother for the first time in months, they start giggling and spinning around like school girls
-She has an old photo of baby Dottore chewing on a ruin guard part and claims it's "on of her favorites"
-In the hallway of her house the walls are full of photos, and the first time she met Pants she spend at the very least an hour explaining the story behind each and every one of them
- Since she and Dot have their own lil spot for their picnics, she went and found a seperate small spot for her and Anastasiy to hang out when they wanna go outside
- I feel like her favorite fruit would be some kind of citrus, something like oranges or grapefruits
- She always makes sure to give Anastasiy some pressed flowers from her garden to send back home when he visits
- When Dottore was young, any time he'd get angry or frustrated she'd send him outside to chop wood or just destroy something to relieve some stress
- I like to think that whenever her husband was too annoying she'd just put sleeping pills in his coffe(my aunt used to do this but with her in-laws. She was an interesting woman)
- She love pinching Danya's cheeks and likes giving him and all of the clones forehead kisses
- Her house is quite cluttered. You have to watch your step quite a bit to make sure you don't accidentaly knock something over or step on a beaker. She just has lots of things laying around
- She has a glass table with all sorts of moths and butterflies in it
- I feel like she should have at least some kind of animal companion. Maybe a snake?
- I know you mentioned that her teeth are slighlty less pointy than Dottore's, but im gonna double down and say hers are actualy sharper. Dottore, apart from his height and teefs, looks pretty much identical to her. When you look at his dad, you'd probably think he was just some sort of family friend and not actualy related to him
- She has a "Number 1 mom in the world" mug Dot handmade when he was like 10 and she still often uses it to drink her morning tea
All of this, yes, and allow me to add on some little things of my own:
-When Dottore was younger, Mamatorre would tell him to go run around in the woods whenever he was feeling angry/antsy. This led to a dirt covered, absolutely wild Dottore scurrying through the forest at questionable hours of the night, to the point that he would scare the absolute daylights out of travelers passing through the forest, with his pointy teeth and red eyes glowing like some kind of gremlin when fire from a lantern or torch passed by. It didn't help that he had a biting problem at that age, which left many poor souls with a fear of the deep Sumeru forests, and whatever goblin apparently attacked them there. Dottore became something of a cryptid as a result, and when Magdalena eventually heard about it, she laughed so hard she cried.
-Her favorite fruit is actually oranges, believe it or not, and she has a tree she's been nurturing for years in her garden. Whenever the segments visit, she always makes sure to pack them a basket of them for the boat home, just so they don't get scurvy and almost die (again). Unfortunately, they wouldn't stay good long enough to make it back to her son in Snezhnaya, but she always sets one aside when she peels them in the morning for breakfast, only to be painfully reminded that her little Zandik isn't going to run up and squirrel it away.
-She doesn't have an animal companion quite yet, but she does have her own little version of Benben, named Qalbi. It's quite the enthusiastic little thing, and usually floats around the garden beeping along to a tune that only it can hear. Qalbi tends to accompany her into town to deliver "medicine" (mostly to ensure her safety by Dottore's orders), and gets very excited when she gives it a coin to keep for being such a good helper.
-As for her home, it's definitely somewhat cluttered, but it's comforting that way. Unlike Dottore's lab, her cottage is more cozy than cramped, and her equipment is always tucked safely away, so none of the segments will run into it by accident and get hurt. A lot of her more dangerous tools are baby-proofed, because her son's segments are a handful, and also can be little idiots in the heat of the moment. She doesn't want any recreations of Julius Caesar happening in her living room, and that means putting the blades in the secret drawer for safekeeping.
-While you'd think that a man like Dottore would keep his cool when seeing his mother for the first time in literal months to preserve his dignity- you'd be wrong. In fact, he starts shouting at the top of his lungs, and once he reaches Mamatorre, he scoops her up like she weighs nothing, gives her a little spin, and continues to hug her until she manages to extract herself somehow. I mean, she's not much better, also shouting and hugging him back like it's the last hug she'll ever get, but they're both dramatic as all get out, let them have their moment. The segments have similar reactions, except it's a group hug that threatens to squish poor Mamatorre, but she's always delighted to see her favorite little ones. Even if they popped her back a little.
-She absolutely loves braiding little flowers into Danya's hair (and that of the other segments, if they'll stop eating the damn flowers out of her hand). Making little flower crowns and twisting flowers into their hair like she used to do with Dottore when he was little always brings a smile to her face, especially seeing the delight from Danya when he looks in the mirror. It takes some convincing to make any of them take it out, but that only makes her fondness grow.
-Mamatorre is quite lonely, actually. While she seems to be quite friendly, and the people in the nearby village like her quite a bit, she's not... close to anyone. Outside of her son and his cohort, that is. Sure, she knows a few harbingers from her son's letters, and has met a few wayward travelers throughout her time in the woods, but she's almost always alone. It's not that she likes being alone, quite the opposite, but those who are close to her always seem to leave. She won't stop trying to hold onto those she cares about, but it hurts, being old and alone in the middle of the woods, with no one but your son to take care of you. But alas, it's the reality of her life. Perhaps that's why she jumps so readily at the possibility of staying in Zapolyarny for a while, at least there she always has some sort of company, even if it's not the one she came for.
That's all I have for now, but more is coming! Enjoy!
#mamatorre#il dottore#genshin impact#genshin impact headcanons#il dottore's clones#genshin impact oc#babytorre#anastasiy
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💋Daddy's pretty girl2💋
After Jake and Jada fuck she ends up knocked up. So what does Jake do? He takes her away until she gives birth.
Warning ⚠️: stepcest! Pregnancy sex, breeding kink, birth, blood, slight mention of Jake, divorce, cream pie. Minors DNI!
After Jada had sex with Jake it kept going. She wanted to end it, she had to so her mother wouldn't hate her.
Jada tells Jake she didn't want to continue ge wasn't happy. He grabbed her by her neck "So that's what you wanna do baby girl? Hmm? YOU DARE LEAVE ME?!"
Jada struggled Jake snapped out of it. He realized that he hurt her he hugs her "Oh baby girl daddy's sorry- I didn't mean to."
Jada: it's ok..I'm ok.
Jake wrapped his arms around her kissing her he falls onto his bed with Jada under him "pretty girl..daddy's dick misses you~"
Jada took her pink panties off as Jake take his 10 inch cock out he stroke it as precum ooze out the tip it was getting thick as he moaned.
Jake: "Oh fuck..I wanna fuck your pretty pussy so~ bad baby girl..Will you help me? Will you help daddy cum princess?"
Jada: "Yes daddy" She opened her legs as he went inside her thrusting deeper and more rough thrusting faster and faster moaning loudly gripping the sheets and shaking.
Jake: "Ahh! Oohh fuck fuck fuck! Oh baby girl oh yeah right there!" "Your so sweet, so warm, do fucking tight, so tight and juicy! Ah! Oh your better then your mother."
He thruster deeper feeling his orgasm coming fast, "Ahh yes! Ooh I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum im..gonna I'm gonna! AHH FUCK PRINCESS DADDY'S CUMMING!"
He came inside her wet pussy and womb.
4-5 months later
Jada was nauseous one morning, she threw up not knowing why but she go to the doctor.
Dr Simon: Your pregnant Ms sully.
Jada: what ?! Oh God no..maybe I should tell him.
*At dinner*
Jada and Jake were alone at dinner he sees her looking down : what's wrong baby girl?
Jada: daddy..I'm pregnant.
Jake was shocked by this news. "Really babe? Oh Jada I'm so happy!"
Jake saw her face looking sad: "What's wrong princess?"
Jada : "It's just, my mother Neytiri might find out out us. I'm scared Jake."
Jake: "Don't worry my princess I'll take care of it, I'll talk to her and take care of everything."
Late Jake waited for Neytiri to come in his office. Neytiri came in.
Neytiri: Jake I'm here, what is it you want to talk about?
Jake sighed: Neytiri it's over. I've fallen in love with another woman. And it's Jada.
Neytiri looked shocked then she went to hit him she held her back : Jake! You bastard you bastard! Your in love with my daughter?!? My youngest daughter?!
Jake: yes, I am. Jada's an adult now. And there's more.
Neytiri glared at him: What?? What else could you possibly tell me?!
Jake hesitate for a moment before looking at her : She's pregnant with my baby.
Neytiri looked like she was having a heart attack: WHAT?!!! You got your step daughter pregnant?! You bastard!
Jake: Well it's too late to get rid of it. If you suggest anything that'll harm my baby or anything I'll kill you.
He said in a dark threatening way.
He and Neytiri's divorce was over and done, Jake was free he and Jada got Married when she was 6 months pregnant.
At home
Jada was now 7 months pregnant and she looked beautiful, Jake was in lust seeing his new pregnant wife in her pink silk robe naked, her breasts were swollen and she looked thicker. He looked at her thick ass jiggle as she walked he couldn't take anymore.
He takes his clothes off and goes to Jada who was near the bed he kisses her lips deeply as she moaned.
Jada: "Jake what are you doing?"
Jake: "I need it..I need you..your body is driving me nuts. I'm going fuckin crazy princess."
Jake's dick throb with precum oozing out.
Jake: "Open your legs show daddy that pretty wet pussy."
Jada opened her legs her pussy was wet it twitch wanting Jake's big, throbbing, cock.
Jake began fucking her like a wild, savage animal in heat moaning and screaming losing his mind.
Jake: "Ahh!! Ooh yes yes ooh yes Jada fuck! Oh baby girl ah yes~! This pussy is so good~!"
Jada moans feeling Jake's cock hitting her G spot hitting her wet walls squeezing him tighter.
Jada: "Ahh~ Ah! Oh ooh Jake ma Jake yes yes!! Oh fuck yes Jake!"
He pulled out and bend her over having her back arched he pounded her pussy moaning loudly.
Jake: "Ahh baby girl yes ohh yes! I can't wait til my baby's born so I can fuck this pretty wet, slick, tight, sweet pussy and knock you up again!"
Jada: "Yes daddy~! Ohh Jake! Jake yes impregnate me with more of your babies in the future Jake! I'm Cumming daddy! Ahh big daddy- Jake ma Jake I'm gonna cum~!"
Jake thrust faster growling becoming more animalistic while gripping her thick ass.
Jake: "Daddy's cumming too princess! Ohh princess princess! Ah Jada ahh I'm cumming too princess I'm cumming take it, take it, take your husband's cum!"
He came in her.
9 Months 🤰
Jada gave birth to a baby girl. Her name was Angelina Annie Sully.
Jake held her tiny hand smiling: "My baby girl, she's so precious and beautiful Jada. I love you so much."
Jada: "Thanks ma Jake our little baby girl is here."
2 years later
Jada and Jake had sex together after their 2nd anniversary.
Jada was pregnant again. She gave birth to another baby girl named Anastasia Alicia Sully.
Jake was happy with his new family.
#jake sully smut#yandere avatar (james cameron)#avatar way of water#avatar oc#stepcest avatar#avatar james cameron
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the timeline doesn't quite work but I remembered that Willow was a huge Emperor's Coven stan in early season 1 (Gus too) and it'd be hilarious if she'd had like a little celebrity crush on the Golden Guard, went through the whole process of learning the Coven is bad after meeting Luz and got over those feelings - THEN met "Caleb" was lowkey into him a little only for him to say "Surprise I'm the Golden Guard!" like the whirlwind of feelings that poor girl would have gone through
HELP THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM OBSESSED WITH IT
Willow WAS a huge Emperor stan very early on and her progression to being a little hater has been fantastic. I imagine that the Golden Guard is a pretty well known person among anyone who follows Emperor's Coven lore like they're the Kardashians (so Willow and Gus.)
OKAY OKAY OKAY But picture this. Stay with me here.
The middle of the busy Bonesburough street. Thirteen year old abomination track student Willow attempting to carry a potted plant home without somebody crashing into her and knocking it over. Suddenly there's a booming commotion and the screech of a wild animal.
Something from the Beast Keeping Coven has escaped and it is currently tearing through town. Willow doesn't even have a moment to run before the creature locks eyes on her and she freezes. Then its barrelling towards her and Willow stumbles backwards before tumbling to the ground. She's too scared to even scream so she just squeezes her eyes shut tight and braces for the attack.
"Nuh uh. No terrorising civilians on my watch, beast." Says a voice and she finds that she has not been ripped to shreds just yet. When Willow opens her eyes, the creature has been effectively subdued and pinned to the ground in a red staticky restraint of magic. The Beast Keeping Coven are now huddled around it, hauling it away.
And she is now looking up at the Emperor's newly appointed Golden Guard.
"You okay there, Miss? You're not hurt anywhere, right?"
Willow wants to say something but all she can let out is a shocked little squeak. He laughs at the weird noise and is suddenly taking her hands and hoisting her to her feet.
"Alright, alright. Don't worry, you're fine. I saved you. Its kinda my thing. Saving people. I do it all the time. Hey is this a labarum plant?"
It is. Its also a wreck of spilled spoil and shattered ceramic on the ground.
"Thorns..." Willow mutters glumly.
The Guard crouches and scoops up the plant, chattering all the while.
"Ive read a lot about these. No wonder that thing went for you. The scent these leaves give off drives a lot of beasts crazy. So yknow, pros and cons. It's a pretty useful plant to have around, in spite of that. Did you know--"
"It has healing properties." Willow manages. "Soothes and repairs minor injuries. I know."
The Guard hums. "Impressive, witchling. The uses of labarums isn't exactly common knowledge. You'd need to be a plant expert. Like me."
Willow blushes.
"My dad has been working extra hours and his hands are all cracked and calloused. I figured this would help."
"Aw, a daddy's girl," he teases. "That's cute."
And he's making fun of her a little, she knows, but her blush only deepens.
"Anyway," With a wave of that strange staff, the pot's shattered shards click back into place, melding together like they had never been broken. He tips the staff a little and the soil rises from the ground and pours back into the pot.
The Guard is standing up now, dusting off her plant and offering it to her. "Good as new!"
And when Willow takes it, her hands brush against his gloved fingertips. Which should not be a big deal but...
"Thanks..." She feels herself grinning giddily.
"It's what I do~" He says in a bouncy sing-songy kind of voice, his hand twirling in a flourish.
It makes her giggle.
"Say hi to your dad for me. And try to stay out of trouble, okay? The Golden Guard isn't always gonna be around to rescue you."
She wishes he could be.
Then he's gripping his staff, stretching out a silly "byeeeee" and he vanishes in a flash of red, leaving Willow standing, hugging her plant close to her chest.
She has decided that they will have a Summer wedding.
Nonstop
Fucking NONSTOP Willow thinks about this little encounter. She wonders if the Golden Guard thinks about her too.
And like girl!!! No he doesn't!!! I cannot bear to break this to you but you were basically a pretty little prop in a scene that Hunter basically only thinks about to fuel his own ego. He has saved several people since he's saved Willow so her face has been lost in the shuffle of his memories.
Not that he didn't genuinely worry about this schoolgirl's wellbeing and not that he wasn't being nice to her just because he's naturally friendly, but there was absolutely no significance to that moment from Hunter's end. He probably thought about it for a few days after, just reeling from how cool he was, only to do something cooler and immediately forget about it forever.
No thoughts. Head empty.
Meanwhile Willow is doodling little gold masks in her notebook and keeps telling the story to Gus over and over and over again. She never specifically SAYS she has a crush on him but it's kinda obvious. Gus teases her over it constantly and Willow's cheeks are practically a permanent shade of pink.
A year passes. Luz comes to the Boiling Isles and Willow has definitely matured somewhat. Enough to realize that her crush on the Golden Guard was kinds childish and silly, as she was obviously never gonna see him again. But still....still....she won't admit this to anybody, not even herself, but she's always kinda hoped she'd see him again someday. She even hoped that he might be at the covention and kept her eyes peeled the whole time. It's not like she's an infatuated little girl anymore but you know....curiosity.
But then after the Eda petrification incident, Willow is very firmly not an Emperor's Coven stan anymore and at this point her crush on the Golden Guard is non-existent. She even starts to reflect on their encounter with less lovestruck eyes and can actually recognize how ridiculously cocky he was. Not her type, at all.
(Does she have a type? She's never really thought about it. Just that whatever it is, it's definitely not the Golden Guard.)
They start pasting his face all over town with those Coven propaganda posters and Willow and Gus have a lot of fun mimicking his stupid little pose and because Willow has experience, she can mimic the dumb way he talks. They absolutely cook this man alive.
Sometimes Gus, holding one of the posters will be like "Betcha wish you had one of these to hang in your bedroom way back when, huh?" And Willow nearly murders him.
Her baby crush on him is absolutely mortifying to think about now. Only Gus knows about it and only brings it up every once in a blue moon but Willow CANNOT handle much teasing about it. Makes her want to bury herself. The fucking GOLDEN GUARD?? Ew. She would prefer to pretend it never happened.
Several months later, here's this kid Caleb who is awesome at flying and is kinda cute and not gonna lie, Willow is looking. She has so much more confidence now and is much more composed, so if she IS looking, nobody notices a thing. It's nothing major anyway. Just a slight bud of interest. She barely knows the dude.
And once he's revealed as the Golden Guard, she doesn't even have the mental capacity to reflect on how she keeps crushing on the same dumb boy over and over again because all she can immediately register is that he's a threat and theyre in danger and now she is behind bars and she's feeling shitty about herself for letting her team down.
Everything else is a blur and Willow does not actually think about her old crush until she's staring at her scroll screen with a soppy grin as Hunter clumsily attempts to text her. Gus, peering over her shoulder with suspicious eyes, eventually says "So, how we feeling?"
"About what?"
"We just spent the whole day with that evil guy you were obsessed with when you were thirteen. How are you handling that?"
And then it all hits Willow at once and she just FUCKING. She needs a minute. Just give her a minute. This is fucking buckwild right here.
But it all crashes down on her that night when she's cuddled up in her bed, winding down for sleep and she's texting with the Golden Guard. Like??? Isn't this the dumb stuff she used to fantasise about two years ago??? Having his number and texting him until she falls asleep??? Batshit insane to think about.
But how does she feel about it now?? It almost doesn't feel real because Hunter is nothing like that dude she met two years ago. It feels like she is talking to an entirely different person. And she definitely doesn't have a whopping massive crush on him like she used to have on that cool masked persona from forever ago.
But she will admit, the dude from her flyer derby team is growing on her.
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The North Star - Part Eleven: Weak - Terry Bruno x Reader
Welcome to mine and @the-hinky-panda The Bronx universe featuring our favs Terry Bruno & Mike Duarte.
This story takes place several years after 'Blood Out'. Terry still lives in the Bronx and works in Manhatten SVU.
Following on from @the-hinky-panda story 'The Dog' Mike has retired from the NYPD on medical grounds due to seizures causes by the attack. He has a therapy dog called Bono and lives with @the-hinky-panda character Meredith.
Tagging: @mysoulisasunflower @legit9thlunaticwarrior @bbyxoo @the-adzukibean @xoxabs88xox @crazy4chickennuggets @beardedbarba @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @storiesofsvu @anime-weeb-4-life @witches-unruly-heart
Part One: Moments (NSFW)
Part Two: Case of the Ex
Part Three: Her Worse Half
Part Four: Always
Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)
Part Six: Degas
You’ve been up a couple of hours by the time Terry appears. He’d grumbled when you’d slipped from the sheets, his face pressing into your pillow as he nestled into the warm space where you’d resided. You left him sleeping as you showered, taking stock of the bruising that was starting to blossom across your wrists and between your thighs. It was had to look at yourself, when you did, you saw a victim and you hated it.
When he finds you, you’re in Meredith’s backyard, sitting on the edge of the decking throwing a tennis ball to Shasta, who hurtles after it like a wild thing, catching it in her mouth when it rebounds off the fence. The sound is soothing, rhythmic. The impact, a calming sound in the chaos of your thoughts.
You knew that sexual assault was about control, about claiming power over someone else. You’d pushed Paul’s buttons throughout the night, turning down the Degas, confronting him, you should have known better…
Just that thought, that ridiculous notion that this was somehow all your fault…
It pissed you off.
It ignited some deeply ingrained sense of rage, something savage and violent inside of you. He had put you in this position, in this horrible untenable place. Report the assault and potentially end up ruining your career or let it go, let Paul get away with it again, hurt you again, keep hurting you because you knew men like this, they didn’t stop. If it wasn’t you, it would be someone else and you knew you couldn’t live with that.
Terry dropped down beside you, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee as his gaze lowered to the hues of purple that flourished across the surface of your skin. His lips pursed together grimly before he took a sip from his cup.
“I’m gonna do it.” You told him, launching the ball once more for Shasta to chase. She snatched it from the air before racing back towards you, ears flapping in the wind. “I’ll go to my Captain and report it.”
Terry stayed silent, his thumbs trailing over the pattern of the mug as Shasta dropped the ball at your feet.
“It’s the fact that everyone will know.” You told him quietly. “Everybody will know what I let him do to me, that I let this happen.”
“You didn’t let anything happen.” Terry said, setting his mug down beside of him. He took your hands gently in his, his thumbs tracing over the tender marks upon your flesh. “You didn’t want this; nobody would want this.”
You swallowed hard against the well of emotion in your chest. It made your heart feel heavy and the muscles ache.
“I’m supposed to be the strong one you know?” You asked him, your eyes stinging. “I’m supposed to lead. How can I do that after something like this? When my team view me as weak.”
“Is that how you think they’ll see you?” Terry asked, studying your features. “You think that Sinclair will judge you for what happened? That Lou will say you deserved it? That Carr is gonna tell people you asked for this?” Terry shook his head, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and drawing you close. “Nah, they are gonna see the same thing that I see. A survivor, someone who had everything to lose by coming forward and did the right thing anyway. Those guys have your back, just like I do, like Meredith does and even Duarte.” He said with a smidgen of humour. “You are going to get through this, I promise you.”
“I suppose Mike would always let me join his detective agency.” You said, a small smile gracing your lips. “Duarte’s Detectives has a nice ring to it.”
“The family that heists together…”
You rolled your eyes.
“It sounds more exciting than it was.” You informed him, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “Thank you for this by the way. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Don’t worry pretty girl, you’ll never have to find out.”
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Making 5 art in one day is insane.
I wanna let you guys know that I will continue to do more art/animation and answer more questions (well "roleplay" ask like last time? but it became very chaotic but also very funny) at the same time. This feels so goofy and it makes me feel a weird energy vibe whenever I was answering them-
Yes, I can handle ALL of them don't worry. 💀🤚🏻
TW: cringe, bruises, blood (in the 5th art. idk if it's red paint or blood anymore), etc.
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: ̗̀➛ I came out with some new ideas so far (?):
- not only Krupp can communicate with Cap. He would always find a way to communicate with others- and like I said his IQ is highly similar to Melvin's and got combined with his aggressive and destructive behavior then...how do I describe it. Uhh... The worst way to make a psychopath have a high IQ and the skills to attack the living hell out of a victim 🗿...
- Since his "son figure" is always alone and still forced to do things for him, the situation would make it easier for Krupp to communicate with him. Which made him create a "mirror" just for Melvin, who is still traumatized and doesn't know who to trust anymore (yes um how surprising. He knows how to build things....)
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[doodles and stuff]
꒷︶໑꒦₊꒷꒥︶꒥꒷︶‧₊˚ଓ︶꒷꒷꒦꒥໑꒷੭︶︶꒥
- After all Krupp can talk to him through the mirror he can also pass things through it "Oh cool but does he also walk through it? You know uh does he travel by using it?" Oh, I don't know. Maybe as a "yes". (This idea is weird tbh)
It's not like he was bored and said: "I'm gonna visit my son" and walks through the fucking mirror like it was some sort of portal or something 💀💀😭😭 LMFAOO SO IM DYIN' I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING, my imagination is getting stupid and wild etf 😭😭💀💀💀
- Silly part is that they would play games like tic tac toe or chat before someone comes in. Krupp does not wanna get caught in the act unless he wanna attack someone from behind or scare them away for FUN.
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And most importantly. FREE ugly ass background cuz why the hell not 💀💀
#cu tbgdotgp au#gp!krupp#melvin sneedly#benjamin krupp#captain underpants au#cu au#the epic tales of captain underpants#captain underpants#mr krupp#hhhh- the art sucks lol
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SO im like well. martlet already has my whole heart and this game has so quickly won me overrr!!! fuck yeah
so clover teams up with martlet and OHOH HONEYDEW!! was adorable. when it first came up i did a double take cause thats the name of my acnh island and ive been playing it a lot lately rtfgyu
the boat ride was so cute like yes!!yes!! oh.nononono!!!! CLOVER DOWN 💥💥💥💥💥💥
THEN.. THE WILD WILD EAST... sillyyy :)))
desert stuff(cool!) and.. Starlo(even cooler!)
like right as he kidnaps Clover im like ohh. i see why you like this guy tfgyhju and his speech at the saloon like YESS GET ITTT!!!!!!!!!!!!
the missions were SO SILLY AND FUN?????? and i gotta say that wax stamp animation was simple but very nice yayyy
then skipping some stuff to STARLOS FIGHT AND OHHMY GOD??????? THE ATTACKS. WERE SO GOOD. MY GOD!!!!!! THE SHARP SHOOING LIKE YESS DUEL DUEL DUEL
THE FINGERS TWITCHING AND THE TEXTBOXES SAYING HIS HAND WAS TREMBLING LIKE YESSS BITEBITEBITE AWESOME
oh and the cups+salesman(whos name i forgot tfygh) were super fun >:)
n Ceroba stepping in and giving Starlo a talking to and. he changes... like that was. i dont have the words but that was fr so powerful and i was like okay what if i cried
then!! Clover and Ceroba teamupppp!!!! lets fuckinggoooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OKAY this has now turned into at least a three parter. efvgujk
pART TWO, FIGHT! (/silly ref)
The cups are The Shufflers and the salesman is Mo. Holy crap I love Mo. Not as much as a certain OTHER salesman, but he's awesome
AND YOU SEE IT!! YOU SEE WHY I LOVE STARLO!! CUZ HOLY FREKING CRAP I ADORE THIS GUY SO MUCH!! HOOOOO!!
I can tell you right here, right now, as soon as Clover was on that stage in the saloon, Starlo adopted them. That monster took one look at that kid, decided they were gonna be his Deputy (because humans and cowpoke and all that) and hE IS NOW THEIR FATHER!!
My synesthesia LOVES Starlo's fight. It tastes so freaking good, I love his theme song (I literally listened to it for HOURS), THE FINGER TWITCHING GOT ME SO BAD. IDK WHY I WAS SO FLUSTERED I JUST WAS. AWWHHH
Starlo taking off his hat was just. Something else man. Taking off the front of who he was pretending to be and finally accepting who he was.
Gosh dangit I love this game
ALSO YES!! CEROBA AND CLOVER TEAMUP >:D
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i cant tell anyone this because im on marine biology tumblr and i love marine biology and i want to be a marine biologist and i love sharks theyre so cool and chill and thats why i cant tell anyone about this.
i know jaws was so terrible for shark populations all over the world and its done so so much damage to the cultural perception of sharks in general. and also fuck shark week i hate shark week everyone claiming to focus on shark education always just talks about the shark attacks. i know people are drawn to gruesome and scary things and shark attacks are perfect for that even though shark attacks are so rare and almost always accidental but only talking about shark attacks is really fucked up because yes sharks are dangerous but thats because theyre wild animals. every wild animal is dangerous. theyre not more or less dangerous or good or evil theyre just wild animals. dolphins are also dangerous. because theyre wild animals. (and before you run to the comments talking about how terrible dolphins are actually theyre the real evil ones: if you think that fuck off. dolphins are also just wild animals. theyre like sharks. theyre not good or evil and its not just cruel and stupid to impose human standards of morality onto animals it can also be very detrimental to how much protections or care those animals get. so. dont fucking say that shit)
anyway. jaws did so much damage to sharks all over the world and i hate it for that (and also i hate other shark movies. i watched the meg with my brother and wanted to throw a brick at the screen it drove me crazy) but the worst thing about jaws is that its actually a good fucking movie. like i really like it. its hard for me to like it knowing how much damage it did but i just. narratively its a really good movie and the direction is really good. the first time i watched it i was on the edge of my seat the whole time and i got really sad when they caught the wrong shark and i think people kind of missed that one of the things discussed in the movie is that thats not normal shark behavior, that something is wrong with this one shark. and the first time i heard the were gonna need a bigger boat line i was in the theater bc they were doing an anniversary thig or something and everyone lost their shit and i did too and anyway. my confession is that i secretly like jaws.
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im sending 3 bc i want you to talk about three of them. i want one of them to be a headcanon about your birdcraft character and the other two you to be free range
oh god you've given me too much power.
hm i don’t really have a lot of hcs about my birdcraft character! i’ve realized i’ve kinda been playing them as someone who listens to anyone who claims to have any authority, whether or not that authority’s real (like with kiwi). idk what this means but. fun.
the other two characters are gonna be adriana and rosie!
adriana (she/they) is an earth genasi eloquence bard/wild magic sorcerer (LITERALLY SUCH A GOOD MULTICLASS. i never wanna play anything else.) in the “arcanis” campaign.
(picrew here)
adriana and their wife, lavender (she/they), were traveling performers who performed for the high ranking, rich people in the city they were from. one day, during one of these performances, adriana’s wild magic surge activated for the first time and accidentally killed a noble. adriana and lavender were arrested for treason and set to be executed. adriana planned an escape but only managed to get out alone. she plans to track down lavender again and break her out, but she has no idea if they’re still alive.
rosie (she/her) was my first ever motw character for the “as it was” campaign. she was a flake and also some sort of all knowing monster in secret (i don’t think i ever told the other players about that actualky so uh. hi guys. that was my secret.) in order to have an in-universe explanation for the move where i could always tell when people were lying to me (with our interpretation this was whether or not the person lying knew they were lying).
(picrew here)
rosie hart grew up bouncing around from foster home to foster home. when she was around 9, she was attacked by a monster in the woods around one of these homes. the adults in her life brushed it off as having been some sort of animal (reasonably), but rosie started developing strange powers and also lots of eyes where there shouldn’t be eyes. she quickly realized she could do a glamour on these without really thinking about it- when she first tried to show someone one of the eyes they couldn’t see it, it actually took her more time to figure out how to get rid of the glamour than put it up. this just became a staple of her life after a while that she never ever told anyone about. around age 15 she got a stable home with an older woman named josephine. she went to school to get a botony degree and planned to become a park ranger before finding the amusement park ad and subsequently becoming a dimension traveling world saving guy.
i do wish we’d gotten to do more with as it was, it genuinely had one of my favorite parties i’ve ever run into because everyone was so uniquely weird and entertaining and they had such fun chemistry. alas.
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whump trope i thought about
ok so mean caretaker that had already snapped at whumpee a few times since they took them in, sometimes it even got physical. the frustration and the burden of having to take care of someone so broken and sick quickly catching up to them, turning them slowly but surely into just another whumper for whumpee to be scared of.
they don't notice just how scary they've gotten until they come home from an exhausting shift, throw their keys and take off their shoes by the door, they expect whumpee to be in bed by now as its way past their bedtime. they sigh and walk into the dark hallway stopping when they hear muffled sobs seeping through the crack in the bathroom door.
the sound of steps seemed to be overpowered by the blood rushing through whumpees head, they had to do this quickly, caretaker will be home any minute, they're gonna be mad, furious even. they will yell at them for creating such a big mess on the nice tiles, any minute now, any minute now, any minute-
it was like the world stopped spinning.
time froze as they looked up to see caretaker standing by the door, eyes scanning the mess and scanning whumpee. they've really fucked up this time, caretaker won't tolerate them anymore, they should've worn more clothes and eaten before doing something so stupid and reckless, caretaker is finally gonna snap and pull them by their hair and throw them out of their nice clean house. or even worse punish them like whumper used to, whumper would've been so disappointed, whumper, whum-
they didn't even register what was happening their body moving on instinct, their head hanging low between their shoulders, they were bowing. asking for any forgiveness they can have, a shred of mercy, anything.
whumpee was on the floor, their head bowed, loud sobs and incoherent words pouring out of their mouth like a broken faucet, caretakers eyes turned to the scene again, the bathroom floor was covered in blood and vomit, a knife and a bunch of cleaning supplies piled in a poor attempt to clean up the mess, a trail of blood following whumpee as they looked up and started crawling towards caretaker.
"I- im so sorry, sir... It was an accident please forgive me-” they held on to caretakers legs, clutching their worn work pants like a life line, the blood started soaking through and thats when caretaker saw the life drain out of whumpees face.
whumpee was terrified, absolutely inconsolable. they fucked up big this time. they got blood on caretaker, their filthy blood. whumpee quickly scurried back into the far back corner, like a wild frightened animal. they pulled their knees against their chest, their hands pulling at their hair mumbling a jumble of apologies and incoherent words.
caretaker tried to come closer but whumpee kept backing up even if they were already flush against the wall, their wails only getting louder and louder, “please, p-punish me sir, so i can be better! please don't throw m-me out” “im not- i won't throw you out whumpee, i promise. just -- tell me what happened ok?” caretaker tried to come closer but was afraid that whumpee was gonna have a heart attack by how hard their breathing was.
“Just punish me like you always do! don't leave me i don't know where to go-” whumpees words once again became a big mess of snot and tears but caretaker wouldn't have registered anything anyway. whumpees words echoing in their brain. punish me like you always do.
#whump#whumpee#meancaretaker#whump tropes#caretaker#draft#i dont know anything ever#i have school tomorrow what am i doing
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Finding Family
Chapter 3
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ITS HERE IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTER
Literally I’ve had this moment in the plot planned for months. I’m talking probably more than half a year. It’s been in the making for a while, which might explain why it’s so long, i’m so sorry it’s like 4k words.
with that said, tw for panic attack, angst, and general cursing, and i hope you enjoy!!
The day it all started began fairly normal. The humans in their apartments woke up and made breakfast, like any other day, and the borrowers in their walls minded their business while waiting for the humans to leave.
On this particular day, however, three of those said borrowers were preparing for what may be the riskiest thing they ever did.
“And you’re sure this is a good idea?”
“Of course, bossman! We’ll be careful, promise.” Tommy said as he finished rewrapping the line to his hook, triple checking it before passing it off to his nervous looking best friend. Tubbo looked down at the hook and Tommy sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We run at the first sign of trouble, nothing bad will happen. It’s just a little detective work nothing serious.” Tubbo laughed half heartedly. “Right, just a little detective work to see what’s up. Mom and Dad won’t even notice I’m missing.”
“We ready to go?” Ranboo interjected, coming up to the two with packs of back up rope and supplies he had been packing. Tommy looked to Tubbo, waiting for approval.
“Yeah, we’re ready.”
…
Packing up for a long trek was always quite a task. For Charlie, most of the time all he needed was a backpack, knowing fully well that Schlatt’s apartment was fully accommodated to him and it would be an easy trip. But going with other borrowers? That was different.
So he dressed himself like anyone else would, with backup food, water, ropes, and weapons in case there were any “wild animals.” He looked to Mochi, who was minding her own business at the other end of the room being fed by Minx, and laughed to himself. What kind of wild animals were they concerned about, anyway?
Minus Jambo. Seriously, fuck that cat.
It didn’t take Charlie long to find his group and meet up with them. He was accompanied by his captain, of course, and two rookies. Fundy, who’d gone borrowing a few times for survival purposes only before moving there and becoming a guard member. Apparently, though, since Charlie had been to Schlatt’s apartment numerous times with no issue, they said Fundy should try picking up borrowing again, despite his fear of humans. Meanwhile, Aimsey seemed over the moon. This borrower was younger than any of them, but had been bugging the captain to go borrowing, wanting to help out their colony any way they could, and this was their first time.
And with a few reminders from the captain and a review of the rules, they were off.
…
“So we just…wait here?” “It’s called a stakeout, boob boy.” Tommy sighed, holding a poorly handmade telescope through a high vent grate. “We wait here for the other borrowers to show up and watch them for any sus behavior. I saw it in one of Tubbo’s weird movies once.” “Isn’t that just stalking?” “We are far too cool for ‘stalking,’ its a stakeout.” “Quiet! Both of you, look!!” Tubbo interjected, pointing up to the kitchen counter. The thre of them watched as Charlie pushed a roll of paper towels away, gesturing to the kitchen, though they were too far away to hear anything being said. And they watched as three more people came from behind him, all strangers. One was tall and nervous looking, white streaks through his ginger hair. And with his pointed ears and slits for pupils, he looked almost fox like. And if they were gonna use animals for comparison, the next one, wearing a patchwork of blue and stripes and long hair under a beanie of sorts, was almost reminiscent of a bunny, the way they were bouncing and barely staying still, having a shocking amount of energy for a borrower even shorter than Tubbo. And the reason for their excitement seemed to come from the last stranger, who was talking to the three. For some reason, Tubbo got a sinking feeling in his gut while looking at him. He tried to ignore it and just focus on how he looked and not why the very presence of him made him feel as awful as it did. So he just looked, especially taking note of how odd he was compared to the other three. He had short brunette hair, and a red and gold pitare-looking jacket on, which struck Tubbo as odd. What borrower would go out of their way to make an expensive looking coat? Who would even get him those supplies? Wh- “Is that their captain??” Tommy asked, staring like he’d never seen another borrower in his life. “Uhh, what?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy snapped his head in his direction, looking confused. Looking past Tommy, Ranboo had the same expression. “What??” “Borrower colonies, they have captains.” Tommy explained. “They’re in charge of everything that happens in the colony, and I mean everything. All the big decisions come down to them.” “They’re like royalty in borrower culture.” Ranboo added. “So why would one come on a random borrower trip? And since when was there even a colony in this building??”
“…You think it’s the old one?” Tubbo asked, only to get more weird looks from his friends. “There was a colony here before? What happened?” Ranboo asked. “There was a whole colony just in this apartment! Have I never told you?” Both of the others shook their heads. “What happened to them?” Tommy asked quietly, like something bad was going to happen if he spoke any louder. Tubbo subconsciously touched his scars, only noticing he did so when his friends’ expressions turned to pity and he put his hand down quickly. “I was really little, I barely remember it, but from what I can piece together from my memories and what Dad and Jack said happened, it was bad. An extermination. No one lived, or at least we thought. But what are the odds that people not only survived, but started a new colony and went to a different part of the building?”
…
It didn’t take long for Charlie to get his group to Schlatt’s apartment. He knew the way by heart, but was holding onto an impossible hope that this time it would somehow take longer, delaying the inevitable. However, when he got there, he had to hide a sigh of relief. Schlatt was nowhere to be seen, probably messing around with his friends next door. Not a single ladder, rope, or haphazard handmade staircase in sight. No proof that a borrower lived here full time.
The captain led them all through what to do, what the rules were, and where everyone should look for supplies before sending them off. Charlie was the last to be sent somewhere, and he could see the look in the captain’s eyes, the same look he had seen a hundred times before in the eyes of the others from the colony that had once been in this apartment. Survivors guilt. Even when the captain was done giving him directions, he didn’t go immediately. He didn’t want to leave him to wallow in his self pity.
“If this gets to much, we’ll understand. You can go home, I’m more than capable of getting them home. I know this must be…hard for you.” The captain didn’t even look him in the eyes, just nodded. “I’ll be fine, Charlie.” Was all he said, only turning to give him a small grin to show he was ok, even if Charlie could tell it was faked.
So, he left.
God, he was glad Tubbo wasn’t here.
…
Aimsey walked across the tops of the few supplies on the kitchen, ears trained on any subtle noise that may let him know danger was coming. Lord knows it had taken him long enough to get up the few boxes on the counter, he’d hate to have gone through all that effort jut to be seen now, though Charlie had assured him that the resident human wasn’t home today.
Although, he was more scared of the part coming next.
Looking up, he spotted the cabinet holding the food he was supposed to get. And shit, was it high. But if Charlie could get to it, so could he. He just wouldn’t focus on how high it was, or how he’d be that high up, or how a fall from that height would kill him…
no. not thinking about that.
“Oh, fuck, oh my god.” Aimsey said, nervousness making his hands shake while swinging his flimsy paper-clip hook to latch onto a nearby handle. “You got this…” he whispered faintly to himself, fingers already turning white from his death grip on the rope before jumping off the counter and preparing for a tug on his middle from the belt.
…the tug should have happened after a few seconds, right?
…oh no…
It was like time slowed as Aimsey looked up to find that the hook had fallen off the handle, and, ok, maybe they should have checked that it was secure before leaping off the counter.
He screamed, trying to alert any nearby source (maybe not the cat, but it’s not like he could afford to be picky at the moment) to save him, and as the floor got closer and closer and closer-
he finally felt the tug.
He felt himself being pulled up from the ground, and practically went boneless with relief. Someone had heard, seen, whatever, his fall and went to his rescue.
He looked up, expecting to see his captain or teammates but…who was that?
The boy at the helm of pulling him up seemed just a bit taller than him (aka short by borrower standards) with fluffy, surprisingly well kept hair and a patchy green jacket. But what shocked him most was the myriad of (dare he say) horrifying scars on the boys face when he barely looked younger than her, scars somewhat similar to the ones the survivors of an old extermination from when the colony was newer held. She found herself unable to keep her eyes of off his scars until finally her eyes landed on his, an unsettling feeling filling her gut. Maybe because the hazel-grey color was familiar, or maybe because he didn’t look all too happy with her.
“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna fucking help?” the (apparently also british, which she didn’t hear often,) boy said, and, oh, she was pretty close to the edge, maybe she could pull herself up some. Aimsey took the hint to finish climbing up the counter and was quickly helped over by the scarred boy, who was quick to catch them as they collapsed breathless. Holy fuck, they almost just died. Cause of their own stupidity, no less. If the captain finds out about that, they’ll never be allowed to leave base again-
“Hey..Uh…you ok?” the boy said, putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking him slightly. “Tubs, they almost just fell to their death, give them a minute,” another, harsher, british voice spoke out, startling Aimsey as he quickly shot his head up. This other borrower was taller than the earlier one, though not as well kept. His clothes and hair were dirty, and his arms and legs were covered in scabs and healed over scars, more like the other borrowers Aimsey knew. And behind him was another more traditional borrower, though a good bit taller than anyone they’d ever met and had weird blotches of white that they’d never seen before on anyone, either, as well as split colored hair. But these two were just as unfamiliar as the last one.
“Who are you people??” Aimsey said, only for the three to immediately look at each other with horrified expressions before the tallest one spoke up. “Uh, we’re, uh…new around here! Yeah, we, um, just moved from another colony, but we’ve never seen you around before! Who are you?” He said in an american accent, weirdly enough. “Oh, I’m, uh, Aimsey! And you are?” “I’m Tubbo!” Said the brunette, shoving his way in front of the split haired borrower. “And these two are by best friends, Ranboo and Tommy!” He said, gesturing to the taller of the two and then to the blonde. “Are you from a colony?” He said, turning his attention back to her. “We weren’t aware that there was one in this building anymore.”
“Uh, yeah! My colony used to function out of this apartment i think, actually, but that was way before i joined.” “And you’re here with…?” “Oh, another guy said that this apartment was safe to borrower from, and my captain wanted to see it first hand and i needed the borrowing experience.” “Looks like it,” the blonde, Tommy, spoke up again. “Not checking your hook is secure is a rookie move. But, you said your captain is here, any possible way we could talk to him?” “Tommy!” both other borrowers shouted at once, making Aimsey flinch back. “We’ll be, uh, one second.” Ranboo said, before waking around a tall object on the counter and dragging Tommy behind him as Tubbo followed behind fuming in anger.
Aimsey couldn’t pick up much of the fight, but from what he could tell, they were fighting about meeting the captain, or whether one was “allowed” to, if he heard that right. But before he could even question it, Tommy ran back around, grinning widely as Tubbo glared and Ranboo looked anywhere other than the group in front of him.
“Alright, my friend,” Tommy said, eagerness clear in his voice, “lead the way.”
…
Tubbo couldn’t believe he agreed to this. He didn’t want to meet this fucking captain, at this point he just wanted to lock himself in his room. Uncle Charlie was right, he shouldn’t have involved himself in this. All he wanted to know was that the other borrowers weren’t evil, and Aimsey seemed as not-evil as they come. He could just talk about all this with his family later. Just a simple ‘hey i saw the other borrowers in the apartment today and they don’t seem evil, why aren’t i allowed to meet them?’ Then maybe everything could have been explained to him and he could have been introduced or something like a normal person.
But that wasn’t what was happening. Tommy had twisted his arm (damn Tommy and his impatience and surprisingly good negotiation skills), and, ok, maybe he felt a bit bad that Ranboo and Tommy had to live alone in the walls without company other than him and his family. Maybe Tommy had made a good point that if all went well, he and Ranboo could be part of a colony again. So here Tubbo was, unable to deny his best friends of something he knew they wanted desperately.
But as Aimsey led them closer to where he said the meetup destination was, Tubbo couldn’t quite explain the feeling that something was about to happen, nor could he figure out if said thing was good or bad.
He saw the excitement on Tommy and Ranboo’s faces and decided to ignore his instincts.
…
It had all gone to shit faster than Charlie could have predicted.
Meeting back up with the captain had gone about as planned. He was greeted by a man who was just staring out at the apartment before him, seemingly not having moved since Charlie left. He knew that his captain wouldn’t want to talk about it, though, so he just tapped him lightly and tried to distract him by listing off what he’d found and how hard it was to get it, as was protocol. He seemed more pleased, finally having something to take his mind off of the massacre that had left him a widowmaker and a guilty survivor to a slaughter that he apparently still blamed himself for, even over a decade later. Charlie eventually took to making small talk, trying to keep the poor man he called his captain from reminiscing even more on what had happened in the very spot he stood.
Eventually the small talk dwindled as they both saw a couple of hooks appear on the edge on the counter they stood on. Aimsey climbed his way up first, and, while they had both been expecting Fundy, Aimsey reached down to grab a much paler, unclaimed hand, and, to Charlie’s horror, helped to pull up Ranboo, who seemed very unsure of what to do with the situation. But to be fair, the captain seemed equally weary. Charlie, from his spot diagonally behind him, could see the captain’s ear raise and tail sway in curiosity, while Charlie was trying to physically express how frustrated and he confused he was to Ranboo in a terrible game of charades without tipping off either borrowers that he came with. Ranboo stared at the captain and only glanced at Charlie before two more hooks came over the counter. Ranboo quickly turned to help the remaining two borrowers up (not before slightly shrugging and mouthing ‘it was Tommy’s idea’ to Charlie), and the two of them pulled up Tommy and, as much as he’d tried to keep him safe and warn him, Tubbo.
…
It didn’t take very long. Tubbo had just been helped up to the counter and had only just managed to stand when the captain collapsed to his knees, head down in his hands. Aimsey quickly ran over to help him and Charlie looked back over at the group, unsure of what to do other than just give them a sympathetic look. Tommy and Ranboo at least had the decency to look ashamed, but Tubbo didn’t share their expressions.
He looked scared.
The four of them turned their heads as Aimsey helped the captain stand, letting him lean down on them to keep upright as he looked up to stare at Tubbo, tear lines clear down his face. It lasted what felt like hours before either of them said something, but the captain broke the silence. His eyes became glossy with unshed tears as he said only one word.
“Toby…” he whispered, trailing off, but Tubbo had heard it well, as his brows furrowed and his tail wrapped anxiously around his ankle. The man took a few steps forward, letting go of Aimsey and Tubbo reflexively took a step back away from him, making the captain frown. “What’s wrong?” “How do you know my name? My..my real name.” Tubbo whispered harshly, unable to keep the edge out of his voice, even when he saw the man begin to cry again. “Wh…What?” He sputtered trying to take another step forward as Tubbo backed up again and put his hands out in defense. “You heard me. Who the fuck are you and why do you know my real name?”
“You don’t remember me…?” He whispered desperately, and Tubbo felt a little bit guilty for having no clue who this man was. But somehow, he knew that he knew him. He knew the second he felt the weight settle in his stomach when he looked at him. He had no reason to be that weary of a man he’d never met, but like hell was he about to explain that. For one, Charlie would be pissed that he didn’t just turn tail and run if he felt like that, and two, this man already seemed distraught enough. The last thing he needed to be told was that just looking at him made Tubbo upset.
“…No,” Tubbo half lied. “Should I?” And that was all it took. Tears poured down again, harder than before, and he desperately tried to even out his breaths in between sobs. And, despite his precautions, Tubbo started to step closer. Whether it was out of pity or empathy he didn’t know. “…oh god, what happened to you?” He asked, reaching out to try and cup a hand around the scarred side of Tubbo’s face before Tubbo jerked back and slapped him away. “What the fuck, man?! You don’t just get to..to touch people! Personal space and shit! What the fuck is your problem with my scars, anyway? Not like you aren’t sporting a few yourself!” But the man just laughed, brushing and hand over his own scars, laid over his cheeks, nose, and eye, leaving his left eye dead. “Looks like we match…” he muttered to himself, pointing from his eye back to Tubbo’s own scarred and blurry one. “I’m sorry that happened. I’m sorry I.. I couldn’t protect you. I’m so sorry, Toby.”
“Sorry for what? What couldn’t you protect me from? What the fuck are you on about??” Tubbo yelled, getting more and more frustrated with how long this stupid conversation was going on for. He could feel the stares coming from all around him. Ranboo and Tubbo rightfully confused, just like he was, Aimsey looking on in slightly more awed confusion, and Charlie looked at him pitifully, as if he could understand something that Tubbo didn’t quite yet grasp.
“…You were my responsibility, and I let you get hurt. You were so young, and..I didn’t know where she hid you. I couldn’t risk the lives of anyone else, and I couldn’t even know for sure if you were even still alive so…I had to leave you behind.” He said, voice heavy with grief, guilt, and even more unshed tears, and that’s when Tubbo put it together.
“…You were my captain, back when I was a kid, people did survive…” he said, eyes wide as he pieced together why this man was so familiar to him, “my mum hid me in the vents when she heard the exterminator come in. I was the youngest, I couldn’t defend myself, I could barely walk. She didn’t tell you where I was, and you couldn’t find me, so…you left.” He said, meeting the captain’s eyes. “Is that it, then? You had to leave behind the youngest to save everyone else? You feel guilty that you left a toddler to live alone? Cause, if it makes you feel any better, I’m fine, man. I’ve been good.” He said. But to his shock, the.. his captain just stared. “Toby…what’s your last name? Do you still know it?” He asked, seemingly afraid of the answer. Tubbo thought for a moment, but just shook his head. “Not really. I have a new one now, though, so i guess it doesn’t matter as much.”
“Sparklez.”
“…what?” Tubbo said, the dread he felt getting heavier as he processed what the man had said. “Your name is Sparklez. Toby Sparklez.” And oh god, did that sound familiar, but not it a good way. Like he had some sort of negative association with the word. And it was his name, for fucks sake, if this man was telling the truth. “…ok,” Tubbo replied wearily, “…so what? Why…why is that all of a sudden so important? I don’t have a family, they’re dead, my mum is dead, my dad is..” he trailed off. In all fairness, Tubbo had no fucking clue what ever happened to his dad. He didn’t remember that fucker at all. All he remembered was his poor mother raising him alone, sacrificing her damn life to hide her only son in a vent to save him from certain death. Where was his dad then?
And as if the universe hated him more than it had already proven to, as if the multilaton of his face, the death of his colony, and the death of his birth mother hadn’t been enough, the man held out his hand to Tubbo.
“I’m Captain Jordan Sparklez,” he said, a genuine smile on his face and tears filling his eyes as Tubbo’s world began to violently shatter around him. “And I’m so, so happy to see you again, Toby.”
…
It was like all of the air in him evaporated into nothing, like his lungs had been crushed by led and could no longer expand. Every muscle in his body began to spasm, and he was slowly losing feeling in everything, spreading from his hands and feet up to his arms and legs like a disease. He remembered seeing Karl have a panic attack once, remembered how hard it was to watch someone he love feel so much terror, remembered the pain on Sapnap and Quackitys’ as they desperately tried to help him. He felt bad that the people around him were scared for him right now, but, hell, he was scared for him, too.
He felt hands, familiar hands, thank god, begin to grab at him as he collpased, and he saw the blurry outlines of his best friends help lower him and shout concerns and questions that were getting harder and harder to hear by the second as the world darkened around him. Ranboo tried to tell him it was ok, (even if nothing was ok), and he heard Tommy yelling at his d- the captain about something that he couldn’t be bothered to listen to, and somewhere in the blurry background he could see Aimsey anxiously just standing around, unsure of what to do. He felt himself be lifted as shaggy light caramel hair and a pair of shoddily handmade glasses came into view. Right, his Uncle Charlie was there to witness all of that, too. He laughed internally to himself, remembering the night he and his actual dad had spent trying to make those, when they realized how little Charlie could actually see. It had taken half an hour to unstick the hot glue from Schlatt’s hands, Tubbo laughing at him the whole time, and lord knows there’s probably still hot glue stuck to the counters, it was a mess.
He wondered if Charlie knew. If the reason he’d been told to stay away was because Charlie knew he couldn’t handle something like this.
Well, he was right.
“Take him back,” he heard Sparklez say, as the world began to simmer away, “Ponk and Niki will fix him up, and Eret will know what to do from there. They can get him what he needs. Just..Just hang in there, Toby.” He felt an unfamiliar calloused hand on his shoulder and, suddenly, he was out cold.
#cyncerity#mcyt gt#mcyt g/t#dad’s troubles au#cynwrites#IM SO EXCITED#I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS#g/t#tiny!tubbo#tiny!tommy#g/t writing#giant/tiny#tiny!ranboo#tiny!charlie#tiny!aimsey#finding family#IDK IF YALL WERE EXPECTING THAY BUT IF YOU WERENT#BOOM PLOT TWIST#THE MAIN PLOT OF THIS STORY HAS BEEN REVEALED >:D#AND IT ONLY TOOK 3 CHAPTERS
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