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#my delicious boi of cows
astr0exe · 12 days
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Hear me out,,, cow hybrid tm reader x ANY of the cod men
UGh i have so many ideas, going with a big tm bull hybrid though cause i just feel like he would work so well with slightly larger Konig But i will probably make a proper cow tm reader like soft boy shit. Sorry this is so short my illness has hit me like a train:[
Farm AU typa shit cause cowboy Konig is delicious
// CW ; tm!reader , use of word chest , hybrid reader , bull reader , bottom reader , cowboy AU
Bull!Reader who is massive.. Like 6’7 very muscular large horns on your head, but youre so shy:(( little baby doesn’t know what to do.. So farmhand Konig takes it upon himself to look after the clueless hybrid. Konig can’t help but smirk when you soak through every pair of pants the farmers give you till they just ask you to walk around in boxers.
Cowboy!Konig whose job is to look after you.. In every way. He adores it, absolutely loves being able to fuck you whenever he wants, gripping your horns to pull your head back as you moan and moo lowly, your nipples heavy and swollen, prompting Konig to pull and massage your chest. Smirking when you clench around him, your cunt dripping in time with Konig’s touching of your nipples and Konig can't help but smirk at how cow like you are.. You aren’t a scary bull are you? No.. just a needy cow who needs to be bred with some fat cock. SO that's exactly what he does ploughing into your tight hole as he moans from the tightness, huffing loudly as his hands grip your horns like a lifeline.
Listening intently at your moans and shouts, feeling you tighten around him as your cunt gushes around his bulbous dick, your own dick also pulsing all sensitive and swollen. He smirks as he hears you whimper as his cum fills you up, bulging your stomach as you squirm on his slowly softening cock.
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ninapi · 9 months
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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Wind Pillar ╝
Premise: Days in the life of the Shinazugawa household, based on my previous story (link here).
Word Count: 3263
Note: This was requested by the lovely @yourlocalangie, “little family moments in the shinazugawa household with the reader and their children.” 🫶🏻
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A typical day in the Shinazugawa household started very early in the morning. Even before the sun got a chance to go out, Sanemi, his wife and the children would be on their way down the mountain with a cart full of goodies.
Over the years the farm had grown quite a bit.
Mia and her husband had babies and now your chicken coop is full to the brim with lovely birds and delicious eggs for your family and the towns people.
The milk from your farm was considered the hottest item in the market, getting a consistent queue of customers since very early in the morning, creating a high demand.
After an intense morning of sales, the Shinazugawa family heads back to their farm for a well deserved home cooked meal.
The afternoons were particularly busy, since they would all go to the market together, the rest of the work had to be done after lunch.
"Sanehiko, you're on milk duty, make sure they at least fill two of the big jugs."
"On it father." Sanehiko, the eldest of the lot was the most invested in the family business. He learned from his mother from a very young age how to tend the animals and get the milk from the cows, being the best at it in the family. He thoroughly enjoys working on the fields as well, always looking for a way to help with the crops and making sure everything was in order, out of all of them he was the most responsible and down to earth, being the eldest had a big impact in his way of living, much like young Sanemi he is constantly thinking of the wellbeing of his family and does his best to support his parents.
"Genma, you're in charge of picking the best tomatoes to sell tomorrow. Water your mother's herbs when you're done."
"Yes father!" Genma was the sweetest of them all, always wanting to please his mother and father alike. Sanemi was forever jealous at the fact that he was a momma's boy, he reminds him so much of Genya he wishes he would look up to him the way his brother used to do, but his mother is softer and prettier, of course anyone would choose her instead, he would do too.
"Remi, help your mother separate the black from the red berries and put them in the different baskets. If you behave, I might show you the third form." His only daughter was the closest to him, she inherited his spirit and even if she's not even three yet she begs her father to teach her his wind breathing techniques, days he decides to indulge her even the tiniest bit are the happiest around the house.
"(Y/N) you concentrate on the marmalade and watching Senri, I'll take care of the rest there is to do around in the fields and pick up the eggs." reaching over for your husband, you placed a soft kiss to his lips, nodding at his instructions. You were still very much pregnant and doing more than that would be harsh on your body. Patting your bum lovingly, he rolled his sleeves up and headed back to work.
"Mma this!" Remi was diligently following her father's instructions, pulling a berry that wasn’t ripe out and showing it to you in her tiny hand. "Good eye, baby. Let's put those a side ok? We don't want the marmalade to be sour." happily she set it on a plate and continued with her designated job.
No day was the same. Having a farm gave the kids the opportunity to be active and learn from their parents skills that would be useful in the future. Sanemi made sure to rotate them around the tasks, he wanted his children to grow as strong as he was and as smart as their mother, he wanted nothing but the best for them.
By the end of the day they were all tired and ready for bed as early as the sun would set that day.
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Sundays were off. It didn't matter how much work was pending in the farm, how many eggs the chickens lay that morning, how much money they made that week, nothing mattered. Days off were important for the Shinazugawas.
Sanemi didn't get much time to lay around with his youngest since he is always so busy, but Sundays were normally deemed 'Senri day'.
Today though, he had slightly different plans.
You just finished bathing Remi and Senri when you heard Genma squealing like a little piglet.
"Genma get your ass here right now!"
Your husband sounded pissed. He rarely yells at the children, no matter how angry he was.
"Mother!!! Help me!! Father has gone crazy!! MOTHER!!!" his cries for help made you run outside your house, just to see your husband chasing your child around the fields with a sharp knife in his hand.
"Shinazugawa Sanemi. What on earth are you doing?" the child crashed against your leg, hiding behind it. If there was someone who could save him, that would be you.
"Tch." he was forced to stop running by your deep angry mother glare, "I just wanted to give him a haircut, love. Don't know why he's running away like a freak. Did you see him run? How is he faster than me? He's five, this makes no sense."
The four Shinazugawa children took after their father in their physical strengths. Sanehiko could lift a grown pig up since he was four. Genma had super speed, apparently. Remi had his blood thirst and Senri broke Sanehiko's finger when he was just three months old.
You brought Genma up into your arms, looking into his terrified eyes. "What's wrong, baby? Why aren't you letting your father cut your hair? You can't even see of how long it is."
"He....wanted to shave the sides of my head...." the child buried his face on your chest seeking for comfort, this always irritated Sanemi. He understands he is still young and that’s completely normal, but nobody but him and maybe Senri should be allowed to do that. Being jealous of his own children was a new low for the pillar.
"Stop being such a cry baby. I will do it whether you want it or not, I'm your father I do whatever the hell I want."
"Seems like you enjoyed sleeping out by the kitchen, darling." all trace of color drained from Sanemi's face instantly.
"B-babe....let's talk this out, ok? I just wanted to give him a haircut, you know he needs one." and he did, but you didn't like the way he was speaking to the child.
"Why are you shaving his head though? He looks so cute with his long hair." you were peppering soft kisses all over his little face, making him giggle.
By now Sanemi was sitting on the floor beside you, heaving out a long defeated sigh. "My brother...he had his hair like that. I guess I miss him."
"Oh my love...." setting your child down, you embraced your crestfallen husband, kissing the side of his face. "I know you see your brother in Genma, but you gotta remember he's your son and he is just five. Running after him with a knife in your hand isn't considered bonding."
"Father. It’s ok, you can shave my head. I don't like that sad face you're making." he brought Genma into a strong embrace and you all remained like that for a while. He missed Genya dearly, but having you around was more than he deserved.
"Remi too, Remi too!!!" your little girl jumped on Sanemi's back, nuzzling his neck with her little nose.
Sanehiko was holding Senri, confused by the knot of people before him. "What's going on?"
"Just come here, dammit." he settled for leaving Senri in your arms and gently nestle himself on your side, one of his hands holding one of his father's.
The Shinazugawa household was warm and full of understanding.
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After a well deserved break, your husband was now getting into your shared futon ready for a good night sleep.
He loved caressing your enlarged belly, there was nothing he enjoyed more than seeing you carrying his babies, knowing you had a part of him inside of you. He would always fall asleep while tracing patterns on your tummy, face pressed on the side of your neck.
Maybe it was the emotional afternoon your family had, maybe it was the long walk up the hill from the day before. The reason was unknown to you but a sharp pain on your lower half alerted your sleepy husband.
“(Y/N) what’s wrong?”
“Is coming Nemi.” as if on cue, your water broke all over your freshly laundered covers.
“What do you mean is coming? Isn’t it too early? Fuck, what do we do now? Can you wait until I go call the midwife?” he already knew the answer to that question, your body was moving on its own into a good position to deliver the baby.
“Can’t do. We gotta do this on our own, I’ve done it four times already and you’ve been there for every single one of them, we know what to do.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind (Y/N)? What if there’s complications? Senri gave you a hard time.” he was panicking now, removing the covers completely to give you more space, “Hell, you haven’t even finished waving the basket, where is the baby going to sleep?”
“SANEHIKO.” the contractions were heavy, painful, one right after the other, you needed a cool headed person around while your husband hyperventilated in a corner of the room.
“Yes, mother?” the child had already gone to bed, but was still awake thankfully, coming to your aid instantly.
“The baby is coming my love, you know what to do right?” the child nodded making his way over to the kitchen, returning not long after with clean cloths and water.
“Take Senri, we need his basket. Remember, don’t come out of the room until I go look for you, no matter what you hear. This goes for the rest of the gang too, keep an eye on all of them.” Sanemi’s anxiety driven self was finally grasping reality, just in time.
It was now just the two of you in your room. The same room you and your brother were born in, the same room where your four children came to this world. “We can do this, love.” Sanemi held your hand as tight as he could getting in between your legs as you started pushing your fifth child out. Thankfully there were no complications, the child came out fast and with minimal effort, more than ready to come out and meet her family.
Sanemi was ecstatic when he saw his baby girl for the first time as the adrenaline rush was finally settling down. He somehow thought he’d have another boy; it was a pleasant surprise. He was so into it that even forgot he had to clip the cord, almost dragging you out with him when he pulled the baby close to his chest. She looked just like you, his beautiful little treasure.
After cleaning you and the baby, Sanemi set the child on his son’s basket, wrapped into a little cocoon where she slept peacefully tired of the whole adventure.
“How are you feeling, baby? You did such a good job. You’re a pro at this now you have my respect I could never do that, specially not now that I saw it so up close, that shit's not for the weak. I knew I picked the right wife.” this made you giggle, pulling your husband in for cuddles. You probably needed space but all you wanted was to be in his arms.
“I feel less heavy. A bit sore though.” he was rubbing circles onto the side of your hip trying his best to relieve the pain even if it was just a little.
“Do you want me to call the kids in? I can take Sae to them so you can rest some more.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I can handle Remi jumping on me right now.” you both chuckled, staring dreamily into each other’s eyes.
The children were overwhelmed with how cute their little sister was, Genma was particularly over the moon as he wasn’t the only one with dark hair any longer.
Sanemi explained to the kids that their mother needed to rest just like when Senri was born, they needed to behave, be gentle and stay out of troubles. But even after his father’s speech, Genma managed to sneak out of the room quietly and was now kneeling by your side.
“Mother, is your belly ok? Do you need belly rubs?” his sweet little voice was music to your ears, his gentle nature was truly a gift.
“I would love that, sweetie. But does your father know you’re here?” the child swallowed hard seemingly nervous but opted for ignoring the question and go straight to work, gently massaging your sore belly. “I will go to bed in a bit, just thought you might need belly rubs.” he looked like a little delinquent now that his father styled his hair with such a fashion forward design, it was the cutest thing in this world.
“Thank you, baby. You’re the best.” sitting up slightly, you gave your toddler a good night kiss, sending him his way before anyone noticed.
Sanemi noticed of course, but he didn’t say anything, he knew his son, he was probably just making sure his mother was still alive after the deafening screams heard all over the house during the birthing process.
He took Sae back to your room, leaving Senri to share his eldest brother bedding arrangements for the night to give you some extra time to finish the second basket the next day.
Finally going back to your side, Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you, proud of the evening accomplishments but as tired as one can be, it never even crossed his mind he would help deliver his own child, it was an insane experience. “So how does it feel being the father of five children?” teasing your man was fun, especially when he was this tired, he gets way softer.
“Makes me want to put another one inside of that delicious looking-“
“SANEMI!” he bursts out laughing, burying his face on your hair.
“Just saying... Feels pretty good though. You know I come from a very large family, it feels great having all this tiny loud brats running around, makes me feel complete. You’ve given me so much…”
You were dozing off on his chest, placing a kiss on it before closing your eyes, “I would give you the world, my love.”
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Being a parent to five children was not easy.
The age gap wasn’t as helpful now a days. When Genma was born Sanehiko was already old enough to understand what was happening. But having three children in a row was taking a toll both physically and mentally on you and your husband.
Remi was difficult to handle, always so full of energy. Senri was still just a little baby but was currently learning how to walk on his own, accidents following his every step. And Sae was milking the life out of you, her appetite was like no other.
You were tired and so was Sanemi.
Even the market stall had to go on a little break, this didn’t happen when Senri was born. He’s always been a quiet baby, would sleep most of his day. But Sae was always hungry and would constantly ask to be fed.
Sanehiko was deemed Senri’s guardian, while Sanemi held onto Remi for dear life majority of the day. The farm still needed to be tended to and you would have to go back to the market soon or the goods would be lost. Genma was tasked as your moral support or how Sanemi liked to call it ‘your servant’, he was in charge of making sure his mother had everything she needed, so he would go on fluffing your pillow every few minutes, bring you water, rub your belly, help you hold his sister while you changed her. He was a big help regardless of what the others said.
“Nii-nii look.” Remi would run over to the house to show her brother the vegetables she picked, the bugs she found, she even brought an egg, her hair littered with feathers making you giggle at the mental image of your husband trying to catch his daughter and chase her out of the coop. She’s always been given easy tasks as she’s still very little, but she was now helping her father with the farm, it made her feel important.
Genma knew she was taunting him, but he was where he wanted to be, there was nothing he’d rather do than to help his mother and new sister to be comfortable and well, he was a man now, the Shinazugawa are strong, he got this under control.
You were dozing off while feeding your daughter, Genma already snoozing on your lap, when you heard tiny feet running in your direction. You could see Remi on Sanemi’s shoulders picking corn in the fields from the window, this could only mean one thing.
“Senri, is that you?” a tiny hand was holding onto the doorframe, supporting his own weight. His brother was supposed to be watching him, but your children all take after their father, you knew Sanehiko wasn’t at fault, it was most likely Senri who sneaked out.
“Come here, my love.” he lets go of the door stumbling clumsily into your arms, “Did you miss me? I sure miss you, my baby boy. It's time for your nap, isn’t it?” he was climbing onto you, stepping on Genma’s hand in the process but very diligently skipping over his newborn sister as if afraid of hurting her.
In under a minute, you could hear your restless son lifting things around the house, scrambling in fear. “Sanehiko, he’s here baby.” a tuft of white hair was now peaking from outside the window, he didn’t want his parents to notice he lost a brother but got caught regardless. He was panting, face covered in sweat, “He disappeared so quickly mother, I swear I just looked to the side for a second and he was gone.”
“I know sweetie, I know. Why don’t you come here and rest with us for a while? We all need a nap.” That was a tempting offering, he was tired that was a fact. Having to look after his little brother, while being constantly awoken at night by a crying baby was a bit too much for a nine-year-old. He nestled on your side, giving you some extra support on the arm that was holding your daughter. Quickly falling asleep like the rest of the gang, face comfortably pressed on your shoulder.
Sanemi had picked up some of your lavender for tea, hopefully that would get you to sleep better. He was about to announce his plan when he saw more than half of his family sprawled on the floor, enjoying an afternoon nap, the sun beams coming through the window were shinning on the beautiful face of his darling wife the love of his life, and his offspring.
His youngest toddler was dozing off on his head, her arms now dangling to the sides of his face. Seems like everyone had the same idea.
He put her down on her eldest brother lap, and she curled on your side immediately, holding Sanehiko’s arm like a pillow. Sanemi went on your other side, cradling you, Genma, and Senri to his chest, letting out a content sigh out and kissing your forehead softly trying not to wake you up.
His life could be chaotic and had been quite challenging over the years, but once he found his happy place, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in this universe, and that was you.
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dualityofcaezar · 3 months
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Ocean nights
Yandere jotaro X male reader
(this is my first male reader fic, I think it is but anyway enjoy reading)
(minors dni👎)
(you're both adults in this.)
Tw: spanking, bruising, degradation/praise ? (My little slut, whore ect) yandere behaviour ?, jealousy, lactation (not you!), mpreg (not you!), mention of kids, calling his ass Cunt like one (1) time, porn kinda without plot.
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"d-dahh-!"
Jotaro whined out from beneath you, his face pressed into the pillow while his ass is red and wet in the air, you thrust in and out of his abused hole as it leaks your seed from just a few minutes ago.
"d-daddy~! Pl-pleasee~.."
You grab the back of his hair to pull his face away from the pillow, whispering in his ear as you thrust faster into him with a bruising grip on the fat of his hips.
"hm? What was that my little slut?"
Jotaro let's out a loud moan before talking..
"daddy- daddy! Plu-please 's too much!~"
"Oh but that's just a part of the punishment, isn't it baby boy? You just had to get jealous and be naughty just to get daddy's attention like the little whore you are."
You say as you spank his already fat and red asscheeks. So much of your gooey white cum in his tummy as some bits splurt out with each thrust, and his belly is even bloated a bit!
"I-I I'm sorr-sorry daddy! Ghh-ah~ I wanted y-your attention daddy.. y-yo-you're m-mine not anyone e-elses!"
Jotaro's face is all red and wet from the tears and drool but his eyes hold a possessive look to them while he's looking back at you with his tongue hanging out.
You pull and twist his perky nipples and squeeze his fat man tits, rubbing them like he's your best dairy cow, in result makes milk squirt out of his nipples with ease.
"such a little bitch, you just want your little hole to be breeded over and over again because that's All your dumb little head can think of! Only about my big cock sliding in and out this sloppy hole of yours."
Jotaro moans and whimpers loudly, more white cum is added to underneath the both of you, it's clear jotaro has cum again.. about his fifth time now if you exclude two dry orgasms he had before.
"daddy! Please!"
Your cock throbs inside of jotaro's asshole, you groan as you speed up the pace so you can shoot your white load into his cunt (ass).
"hrrgn- Gah!"
You let out a loud groan and growl as you buck yours hips against his ass, the flesh jiggling while you paint his insides white as well as getting your prince pregnant.
"Ahn~! Ah- dadd- Ooh~!"
Jotaro whimpers as he feels your warmth splurt in him once again, he rubs his belly happily while going limp on the bed.
You take out your wet meaty cock from his ass before laying down beside him for a bit, many stains adorn the now soiled sheets and blankets on the bed.
Jotaro lies his head on your chest before speaking tiredly.
"daddy... I'm sorry for embarrassing you today.. I Just really wanted y-your attention and you to look at My body-"
You cut off jotaro with a kiss.
"it's alright Baby, we were at the beach and I definitely missed the chance to look at your delicious body- but just think, next time I'll be able to look at your cute pregnant belly, no?"
You both softly chuckle as you hold each other close with small smiles.
Clean up can be for tomorrow morning.
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insipid-drivel · 2 years
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Southern Colloquialisms To Enrage ESL Bloggers:
I see a few posts asking international and other tumblr bloggers to supply the literal English translations to common colloquial phrases for the sake of the sheer silliness, strangeness, and outright lunacy of what happens when you take a colloquialism and take it literally (Factoid: linguists refer to this process as “Pidgin”)
But what about Southern colloquialisms from the United States that don’t even make sense in their native language? Hello! My great-great grandmother was born in a ditch outside of a mud house with mud floors in the Dust Bowl in the United States and I didn’t know I had a Southern accent until my friends in the Pacific Northwest pointed it out!
I have relatives from all along the Bible Belt, aka the “Old South” that, you know... Yeah. A few of my cousins are awesome people and we trade notes over ridiculous phrases our relatives and elders used that we never understood, but accepted on a spiritual level. Here are some I grew up with:
“Got myself a short cold.” - “I have seasonal allergies and just mowed the lawn.”
“Oh, crap and molasses!” - “I forgot something at home and we’re already almost to our destination and I don’t want to swear in front of polite company and small children.”
“Eating high on the hog tonight!” - “We’re not eating scrap cuts and offal for dinner because steaks were 2-for-1 today.”
“Hoecake” - A form of pancake or “Johnny Cake” made from corn meal instead of flour. They’re delicious.
“Catawampus” or “Cattywampus” - “I’m gonna have to wash that off the ceiling but at least it worked. It’s messy.” 
 “Piddling” and “Piddly” - Any worthless or time-wasting endeavor or result that helps no one. “This paycheck is plum piddly, hoss. Quit piddlin’ ‘round and gimme that re-GI-nal manager’s job y’all know I’m qualified for.”
“Hoss” - “Boss” that you also think could probably beat the crap out of you behind an alley for catching you cheating at pool.
“That boy’s bigger’n a brick shithouse.” - “Your physique and muscular stature is intimidating to the degree that I am complimenting you by comparing you to a solid structure everyone would regret trying to knock down.” 
“Crazier’n a shithouse rat.” - “Dude, please talk to a psychiatrist.”
“Doohickey” - Any object or concept you can’t remember the name of but need urgently. Often accompanied by aggressive hand waving in the approximate direction of said object without actually looking at it.
“Y’all better hush up back there!” - Your grandmother’s polite way of warning you she’s going to take a flyswatter to your ass if you don’t shut the fuck up in Church.
“Y’all’d’ve” - A real contraction I can’t even stop myself from using meaning “You all should/would have” and am leaving here just for the English majors out there. 
“Dude” - A completely urbanized individual who has no idea how to live or function in a rural or wild setting without technology and utilities and can’t ride a horse or milk a cow.
“Proudboy” - Oh yes, it was already a thing. In Southern slang, a “Proudboy” is a neutered male horse that still acts like he’s a badass stallion the mares will want to mate with. “Poor proudboy ain’t noticed yet, bless his heart.” 
“Bless his/hers/your heart.” -  “Because the Good Lord sure didn’t bless your head.” It’s also used as a heartfelt form of “Thank you” when someone goes out of their way to offer you a kind and thoughtful gesture. Context is important.
“Don’t let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya.” - “You are no longer welcome in this space and if you don’t leave now I’m literally going to slam the door on your ass.” 
“Living in high cotton” - “I have achieved fiscal success and am using a colloquial term to refer to it without considering the fact that the term originated out of slave plantations.”
“If the creek don’t rise.” - Basically “Knock on wood.” A term meaning, “I’ve prepared for everything but what I can’t prepare for or anticipate and will achieve my goal so long as it is within my power to do it.” Bonus points if you pronounce “creek” as “crick”.
 “Fixin’ to” - Another polite way of indicating you’re about to aggressively undertake a task. “I’m fixin’ to whip ya ass, son.” This is not to be confused with “Fixin’s” singular, which refers to the ingredients or catalysts required to cook or complete something that requires assembly.
“Doesn’t amount to a hill of beans.” - A hill of beans is a Southern unit of measurement for anything that remains worthless regardless of how much of it you have, much like NFTs. “Your anti-TERF ‘sources’ don’t amount to a hill of beans, proudboy.”
“(Way) Over yonder” - “It’s over there, and the number of times I repeat the word ‘way’ prior to ‘over’ is indicative of how much yonder is between you and there. Sorry, what’s a yonder? You just asked me to show you! It’s way, way over there! Bless your heart...”
“Madder than a wet hen.” - “Oops, you have reached ‘yikes’ level of pissed off. Better skedaddle!”
“Skedaddle” - “RUN AWAY FAST NOW AAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
“It’s blowin’ up a storm.” - The sensory indicators of an oncoming heavy storm or hurricane that presents with the smell of ozone, high humidity, and an abrupt drop in temperature. Yes, it’s a thing; I can also smell when a storm’s gathering and it is a distinct set of very subtle odors.
“Pretty as a peach.” - “That individual whose pronouns are irrelevant but is most commonly a woman or proud of rocking a femme aesthetic is exceptionally beautiful and I admire them.” 
“Busy as a cat on a hot tin roof.” - “We’re overburdened and understaffed to the point that I am numb to all forms of communication that don’t involve someone being on fire.”
“Aren’t you precious.” - Not a question unless it begins with “Well,”. Depending on tone, it either is a high compliment toward someone’s appearance or behavior being exceptional, or as a sarcastic response to when someone says something insulting to you. “Awww, you’re so sweet, baby sister!” vs. “That insult was just adorable.” 
“Yes Sir/Ma’am/Mx” - Also applies to “No”. Answering a question with “Sir”, “Ma’am”, or “Mx” to someone that is your age or older is just considered universally respectful in polite conversation. If a Southern person suddenly stops answering your questions with your preferred pronouns or never does at all, it probably means they have 0 respect for you. When the small niceties disappear, you’ve fucked up.
“Frunchard” - “Front yard”, the opposite of the back yard. 
“Quit being ugly.” - “Stop being an asshole.”
“He thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.” - “You’re so stupidly full of yourself you’d probably honestly believe the sun rises and sets just for you.”
“That dog won’t hunt.” - “I know you believe it’s a good idea, but uh... it’s not.” Also used in place of replying to a person’s excuse you know is 100% bullshit.
“Well, I declare...” - “I am about to obliquely reveal broad adjectives reflective of my emotional state or opinion about this state of affairs and you should probably prepare yourself for more nonsensical colloquialisms.”
“My eyeballs are floating.” - “I need to pee so badly it isn’t going to be an option very, very soon.”
“Can’t never could.” - “Can’t never could do nothing!” That’s... that’s literally it. I can’t elaborate any more than saying it’s a term indicating you’re feeling optimistic. 
“Give him two nickels for a dime and he’ll think he’s rich.” - “This person’s stupidity is physically painful to experience.”
“That makes me wanna slap my mama!” - “I am so impressed/pleased with that experience that we’ve circled around to domestic violence somehow.” 
“You could start an argument in an empty house.” - “Go to anger management classes.”
“Ain’t got the good sense God gave a rock.” - “I cannot fathom this level of lack of common sense and forethought and require divine intervention immediately.”
“Slicker than pig snot on a radiator.” -  “That person is the Webster’s definition of a scumbag.”
“About as useless as a screen door on a submarine.” - I think that one is pretty self-explanatory.
“There’s not a pot too crooked that a lid won’t fix.” - “There’s someone out there for everyone. Don’t give up on finding love and companionship just because you’re different.”
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maesterchill · 2 months
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WIP Snip
Ha. I got tagged again, thank you @elskanellis @wolfpants @mallstars for the tags! This is Another snip from my Dronarry (8th year) - it's a bit earlier in the story than the last one I shared.
The only person Draco tells about the scar is Pansy. Pansy is delighted, of course, the cow, casting a Lumos under the bedsheets, and then smoothing her fingers over the zig and zag of it, her eyes dramatically wide. 
“What’ve Mungo’s said about it?” 
Draco laughs right in her face. As if, after the shame and carnage and awfulness, he would honestly present himself to a Healer and say ‘Yes, hello, how do you do? I have a lightning scar on my stomach. You know, just like that chap has, the one who just saved the world from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. That sort of scar.’ 
No, Draco won’t be doing that.
“Pomfrey, then? She might know.”
“No, Pans. Just drop it. It’s just a coincidence.” Draco buttons his pyjama top back up.
“But you said the Dark Lord used an Avada on you. That's— there's no way you’d survive that.”
“Maybe I misremembered,” Draco says tiredly, flopping his head back onto the pillow. He knows he didn’t though; the cold enunciation of the words had been crystal clear, the jet of light that hit him unmistakable in its sickly greenness. "Could have been some other spell."
“Unless.” Pansy rolls closer to him, smirking. “Unless it means that you’re the next Chosen One.”
“Har bloody har,” he replies. “Who’d choose me? And for what?”
“I would, Draco. You know I would. I could put you to very good use.” She slides even closer, her tits pressing against his arm, all soft and fleshy under her nightie.
Draco groans. “Go to sleep, you horny old hag.”
She laughs. “I’ll never turn you, will I? Such a shame, the most beautiful boy at Hogwarts.” She strokes his hair and he closes his eyes. He’s so grateful for her. For Greg too, and the others. 
He feels the delicious pull of sleep, tugging at him softly. Perhaps tonight he’ll be spared the nightmares.
It’s been helping having Pansy next to him. Holding him. They comfort each other. Pansy’s suffered from anxiety ever since Draco’s known her, but it got ten times worse following the war. This seems to be the only way they can get a proper night’s sleep. Millie and Greg have been sharing a bed too, both grieving. 
“You’ll need to tell Potter,” she whispers. “He ought to know.”
“Wrong on both counts,” Draco mumbles back.  He throws an arm around her waist and pulls her closer. She rests her head on his shoulder. Her hair smells of tea tree. “Now shut off that meddling brain and close your eyes.”
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MY HEAD IS SO OVERWHEALMED BY THIS MAN THAT I CAN BARELY DECIDED HOW I WANT TO GET BRED BY HIM PLEASE-
Ok first we have the classic: Bullboy Diluc and Farmer Reader. Where our boy is in his rut and is feeling soooo needy, but doesn't dare to show it. You look for him everywhere but when you finally find him, he is in tears and an extreme horniness. So you, as his owner, help him out- and guess what? A couple of months later your belly is swollen with two beautiful half bull babies.
In this one I think he would become sooo protective of you. Following you around the ranch, getting inside your house and MOST DEFINETLY trying to drink your breast milk all day.
You are cooking, cleaning, planting or just taking care of other animals and he is just trying to suck on your tiddies. Ain't he cute.
Second. This one is on the same topic but a bit different.
One Idea I had before listening to the infamous Cow x MMMM audio was one where reader is a half cow and Diluc runs a sort of Milk company.
The idea is that once you apply to the company you get a check up to see if your physical conditions can handle the work. If you do pass the check up you can be put in two groups, the first one is a more relaxed position, where (pregnant or not) you will be milked for as long as you wish to, or as much as the company requires you to.
BUT the second group is Diluc's personal favorite.
The breeding department. Where you will be held 24/7 in the company ground and bred full by the highest quality mates the company can find.
One particular day Diluc decided that he would personally do the check ups. (Just for the sake of the old times and to see if he finds any beautiful newcomers). He enters the room and there you were- A beautiful fur that seemed so soft, a plump belly and those beautiful breast, that he could swear they were the biggest he had seen in quite some time.
He enters, introduces himself and begins the check up. He couldn't help but get distracted whenever your chest moved a bit too much or your belly fell into the check up desk.
Once the check up was over, he confirmed that you had passed and were going to be moved to the breeding section. You seemed delighted by the idea and thanked him for his time and started to leave.
Little did you know that all along he had been holding his urge to push his cock into you and breed you full right there.
"Oh, Ms y/n?. I believe we could begin your trial right now"
He later proceeds to breed you for the next 4 hours-
Afterwards he orders his workers to take you to his personal chambers, where you will be staying for the rest of the week.
Anyways. Sorry if I took too long!!!!! I am not such a good writer but I think you get the idea?
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OKAY SWEETHEART IM HERE TO ANSWER THIS NOW i’m sorry if i accidentally made you worry that you missed me earlier after u sent this!!!! i am here 😈
BOTH OF THESE IDEAS ARE SO PERFECT HNNFNFFN i remember you sending a deliciously long ask about that second idea some time ago that i need to go back and find now because when i first read it i was absolutely in love. oh to be diluc’s prized milk cow that gets the honor being hand-trained and personally bred by him… it’s no surprise, either. with as perfect and lovely as you are, diluc wouldn’t even begin to think of assigning you to one of the other trainers. he knows that he shouldn’t let his personal feelings and desires get in the way of work bc that’s just a recipe for disaster, but when he thinks about you being bred by another man/one of the farm’s bulls, it makes him jealous, if he should be so bold. it also made me think about the idea of diluc being a bull himself… a bull running a milk company and personally tending to the sweet little cowgirls he hires? hot.
it’s not often that diluc personally trains or breaks in any of the new cows, as he’s unfortunately just too busy to do anything more than a quick new-hire “quality check” most days, so you should probably consider it a privilege that he decided to fuck you and train you himself… how many other cowgirls get the bragging rights that come with spending an entire week alone with master diluc himself? not many!
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TSURUGI CL Live cast 20240225 translations
Q: I want Tsurugi-kun to take up cooking lessons
TSURUGI: … (starts talking about Jimmy’s cooking) Jimmy is really good at cooking. And sometime ago, around 2 years before, he cooked (pad) kra pao for me.  Wait, no, he cooked khao man gai. He gave me some and it was really really delicious. See, the cute thing about Jimmy is that, he’s good at a lot of things, but he’s bad at accepting compliments. I kept praising him “Bro this is so good!” and such and he just [insert beatboxing]. That’s all, next question please.
Q: Please tell us your first impression of Jimmy-kun and Weesa-kun
TSURUGI: Oh, these kind of questions are nice, sorry my head’s kinda itchy. (Not scratching head because of the question). My first impression of them, right. In Jimmy’s case, he’s a student from EXPG Nagoya branch, while I’m from the Osaka branch. And there are times where we participate in live shows (together). I’ve always been good friends with FANTA’S Shota-kun and we talk a lot. And Jimmy was that kid who was always there behind Shota-kun and Nacchan. I never talked with Jimmy directly until we worked together for (EXILE THE SECOND’s live tour) Route 6.6. Yeah, I think that was the first time. Because before that I mainly talk with Shota-kun but never with Jimmy, if I remember correctly.
ETA (28.02): When Tsurugi was talking about Jimmy’s cooking, Ryuta was in the chat box
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Ryuta: Khao man gai boy (is here!)
Ryuta: Cow boy hat boy!
Tsurugi: I see Ryuta in Area 1. “Cow boy hat boy” that’s hard to say! How many boys!!
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hey it’s me that anon that sent the thing in about eddie being a good boy and finally getting his energy matched the way he deserves. gonna start throwing a lil bee in my messages for the sake of continuity 🐝.
ANYWHO all this delicious glasses content is giving eddie “four eyes” munson who got picked on when he was super little for wearing an ugly pair of thick glasses bc it was all wayne could afford after he’d just gotten eds and as SOON as eddie could get contacts those were the move. and so now he has this gf who just loves every inch of his fucking FACE who walks into him mapping out a new campaign with his hair up and his Super Secret wire frames on bc his contacts were irritating his eyes and she just. stops. and he is MORTIFIED like immediately goes to take them off and she’s like “what the sweet fuck are you doing” and he’s like “they’re fucking geeky, i know”. and there’s another moments pause but he doesn’t take his glasses of because she’s looking at him almost angrily and then she just mumbles “unh uh, no” and pulls her top off. and turns out his gorgeous baby cow eyes look really good blowing wide behind lenses too!!!! he’s like absolutely baffled, like “baby what’re you doing” and she’s like “i love those fucking glasses and I’m gonna show you exactly how much”. they’re cute every which way he wears them, including knocked askew on his nose and all fogged up. he still doesn’t really wear his glasses outside of the house, but that’s more in the interest of public decency.
yes to all of this and the fact that they definitely slip down his nose as he’s fucking her and she keeps having to push them back up despite how they keep falling out of place and as much as he wants to just take them off and not worry about it she’s very sternly tells him, “absolutely fucking not, the glasses stay on during sex, eddie munson.”
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A little Joseph x reader fic based on @panie-wanie-dean-bean's brilliant cow hybrid AU!
Content: milking, lactation, praise kink, hands-free orgasm, multiple orgasms, aftercare, a little bit of hurt-comfort
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“Oh baby…” Your voice is a sympathetic coo as your hands slide under Joseph’s shirt, carefully peeling it off him. He squirms uncomfortably as they brush over his tender nipples. “You must be aching. Why didn’t you come to me?”
Joseph refuses to meet your eye, lifting himself up just enough for you to remove his shirt properly before laying back on the bed under you. “I didn’t want to bother you. I’m used to working through my milking week…”
You can’t help the deep, gnawing sadness that aches in your chest whenever he talks about his time before you. “Joseph… You never bother me. This is important, you’re uncomfortable. Let me help you. I want to help you. But I can’t do that if you don’t tell me when things are wrong.”
You can see the conflict in his eyes as he tries to reconcile his innate feelings of being unworthy of love with his desire to give you everything you want. You take the time to admire him. Skin flushed, happy trail disappearing into his pants, chest rising and falling with his breaths. He’s beautiful. All of your boys are, of course. But Joseph is something else entirely. Something so soft and delicate, yet strong and stubborn.
“I guess… that makes sense.” Joseph finally agrees slowly, making a visible effort to relax under you.
“So, can I help you?” Your hands soothe gently across his stomach, keeping clear of his full chest until you have verbal consent.
Joseph nods, trying to keep the whimper from his voice. “Please…”
“Good boy.”
You lower your lips to his chest, pressing some soothing kisses to the taut skin. He keens at the praise, arching into your hands as they move up to massage his aching tits. You can feel how tender and swollen they are under your hands. You feel guilty. You should’ve noticed his discomfort sooner. He must be aching from how full he is.
Your lips finally find one of his nipples, tongue flicking over the hardened bud. He gasps, squirms, grips the sheets between white knuckles. They’re chafed and raw. Another pang of sympathy and guilt stabs through your chest. All you can do is push it aside and make sure to give Joseph as much relief as possible. You begin to suck.
It’s thick. Creamy. Warm. His milk comes flowing out with little coaxing, filling your mouth with the delicious taste. Underneath you, Joseph moans in relief. You glance up through your eyelashes, admiring the way his full lips part and his eyes close in bliss. It soothes the guilt inside of you. You’re making your boy feel good, and that’s all you ever want!
“I didn’t—nnng… didn’t realise you were g-going to use your… mouth.” Joseph’s voice is breathy as he pants, writhing under you. “I’m used to… a machine…”
You pull away for just a moment, hands taking over tugging gently at both of his nipples. His milk flows freely, dribbling down his chest, soaking the sheets. You can see the way his face twists with guilt at the mess he’s making. But he couldn’t look more beautiful, flushed with pleasure and dripping with milk for you.
“Oh baby…” You lean down and press a loving kiss to his lips. “You deserve the care and attention of a proper milking. I’ll never put you in a machine unless you ask for it. And don’t you dare even think about feeling bad about the sheets. I knew it would be messy, I put down the waterproof ones. And I’ll clean them when we’re done.”
Joseph takes a shaky breath and nods, trying to relax into the milking. It’s not difficult, with how gentle your hands are treating him. You press more kisses to his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his neck, his shoulder, and finally back to his chest. One hand continues to milk him while the other squeezes his tit, lips latching onto his nipple to suckle once more.
Milk splashes against your face, flows down your hands. It’s everywhere. Next time you’ll see if he’s up for you milking him properly into a bucket. It would be useful to sell, after all. And you could use the money from it to spoil him! But for now, you just want to give him all the love and attention he’s been denied. And ease the aching fullness in his chest.
The moans flow as sweetly from his lips as the milk does from his chest, his body easing into the feeling of being milked. His chest tingles as you massage it, hips bucking in the air behind you. It’s beautiful, the pleasure written on his face and in his actions. Soon enough, he’s whimpering and rolling his hips as he cums from the feeling of your lips and fingers working his nipples. It’s sticky and warm in his boxers, but that only turns him on more.
You pull your lips away from his chest to whisper praise to him. Telling him he’s your good boy. Telling him he deserves the world. Telling him he’s doing so well for you. Each and every word goes straight to his cock, and he whimpers and mewls at the praise. You mean every word of it, and he can tell.
It takes a few hours to milk him dry. He’s been so pent up for so long. But eventually your lips and fingers can’t pull any more milk from him. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s cum, but you’re sure by now he’s cumming dry. The bed beneath you both is soaked, as are both of your clothes, and you’re pretty certain the floor. But that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is the lovely bull who’s melted against the bed under you.
“You did so well for me, baby.” You run your fingers through his hair gently. “Do you think you can get up for me?”
Joseph nods as you climb off the bed. His legs are unsteady under him, shaking slightly from how much he’s cum. But you wrap one of his arms around you and for once he lets you take some of his weight. You lead him to the bathroom and set about gently stripping him of the rest of his clothes while you run a bath.
Soon enough, he’s easing into the warm water. You slip into the bath behind him, lathering your hands up with soap. His skin is rough under your hands as you wash him, and you make a mental note to slather him in moisturiser when you’re done with the bath. He’s more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, even letting you wash his hair. It’s rewarding, seeing how good you’ve managed to make him feel.
“Thank you.” You whisper the words against his skin, lips pressed to his back.
“For what?” Joseph doesn’t understand. “You’re the one who took care of me.”
You smile. “Exactly. Thank you for letting me take care of you.”
Joseph is silent for a moment. “Oh. You’re… welcome.”
You can’t see his face from this angle, but you can hear the little smile in his voice. And it’s the best reward you could ever ask for.
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Nancy x Ace and the riddle of knowledge in 4x11
The sweet smell of being right on the money, I love it. You know what else I love? The development in this episode. Because things in Horseshoe Bay have gone from suspicious AF to completely demented, and I am HERE FOR IT.
We finally have confirmation for why things have felt so off these last few episodes. And we’ve started to explore the jenga puzzle, if I remove this one thing - vanished as though it never existed - what else falls down? What other relationships and feelings change? Can they be pieced back together again?
Let’s start with my boy Ace, because I personally am really enjoying his storyline. Do I completely get where the frustration lies for those who would have liked to see more pining and curse breaking and TENSION? Absolutely. I too would have loved that, because Ace and Nancy serve up delicious tension for breakfast, and it’s a treat to watch it. But I’m also genuinely enjoying seeing what we’ve got, because it’s all about growth.
Ace has been given time and space this series to find himself and flourish. He’s fought through heartbreak, and yes, that heartbreak has been distorted, we know that now. Can feel the chiming sense of wrong wrong wrong, how his feelings towards Nancy have shifted, vanishing like smoke in the air. Memories and feelings erased until there’s nothing left but the bare bones of a friendship and an aching sense of something gone - reaching for his phone in the middle of the night before realising he has no idea why. Because suddenly he’s left with the sense of a relationship that stalled before it could start, an idle heartbreak, the feeling of throwing himself into work, into the next mystery, the next person who shows an interest. A tension under his skin that he can’t ever explain. But he’s found a job that he loves, he’s carving out his own space, learning where to prioritise, where the important parts of him lie, where they join together, and how to take up his own space in the world.
His sense of self worth is still battered, his issues with his parents rampant, but he’s starting to hold his ground, mark his own boundaries, find an inner steel we’ve not yet seen in him. He’s always been so quick to please, to try and do what others have wanted, and this episode we’re finally seeing him stand his ground. 
We haven’t ever seen his parents come into his space before, and we get that not once but three times in this episode. We see the tension and friction between him and his father (which we haven’t seen much of but was alluded to greatly in the first couple of seasons) and we see how his mother tries desperately to keep the peace whilst supporting her son. 
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I love this moment. Because Rebbeca is right. The Claw is absolutely Ace’s house, and that means that she and his father are coming to him to lead, they are stepping into his space and they are going to treat it as his, can acknowledge that it’s his, which is such a huge thing. Sure his dad is dismissive and thinks it’s going to go terribly, but that line is drawn. This is Ace’s space, and that means he is the head of the house.
As he becomes more preoccupied with his ghost he becomes less passive with his father. He stands up for himself, he refuses to be cowed by the disappointment, the expected failure. He does this on his terms. And yeah, he stumbles at the start, but he doesn’t let that phase him, he carries on, he leads. He steps into his own and it is such a joy to see. By the end of the episode we have that beautiful moment where his dad comes to tell him how well he did. And moments like this? They’re everything. The growth, the evolution of their relationship. The way they start to meet each other as equals instead of Ace cowering before his dad, it’s amazing to watch.
And then the confrontation with Nancy. Oh guys, they needed this. Sure, it’s about the ghost, not about them. How can they get this argument out when they don’t even remember their feelings for each other? But this is the first time that Ace asserts himself. Stop. I do not consent to what you’ve done. Stop. He never stands up to Nancy. Never holds space for himself, for his needs. The closest we’ve seen him come is 4x02 when he’s desperately pushing for her to tell him what he’s missing. But even then he doesn’t come out and say it, he doesn’t communicate effectively, doesn’t express himself. He acts the part of the spurned wife, veiling everything behind passive aggressive snark and stone wall silence. 
This is everything. This is beautiful. This is communication. Expressing what he needs, what he wants, and refusing to back down. This is everything that they have been missing. I’ve said it over and over and over this season, so much of their problem has been their inability or willingness to communicate openly with each other. And here, laying down the groundwork, is the first step. The first flag Ace is planting. A map of muscle memory for the next time he needs to hold his head high and say stop, no, this is not what I want. 
But as he starts to find those boundaries, Nancy is finding her sense of self eroded. She is floundering, desperate, panicked by the timeline she’s been thrust into, desperate now she knows there are too smooth edges where her memories have been stitched together. Suddenly she doesn’t know herself, doesn’t trust herself. What is her and what is what’s left behind when it’s been taken - the trip on the pavement versus the assault? What would she do, what could she possibly have deemed so bad it had to be removed? Because this Nancy, the Nancy with the pieces removed, she doesn’t have the framework of her love for Ace, the undying certainty that she would do anything for the man she loves, even tear herself to pieces with her bare hands and a handful of words whispered in the dark. She only has an aching sense of loss and a hundred shifting pieces she can no longer make sense of. 
So she goes back to the basics. Back to the handful of things she can hold onto, the facts of the case. Over and over and over as she spirals into panic and fear and the desperate certainty that she is broken beyond repair, irredeemable, lost and alone.
She knows the date. She knows the time. She knows the call log on her phone. The memories are gone but the facts are there. A handful of truths to hold onto and whisper to herself in the dark. We have seen Nancy at her best and at her worst. But even at her worst - lost in the depths of the Hudson name and sure that she can only be the worst version of herself, she knew her mind. Trusted her memories. Could hold onto the pieces of her that she knew to be true. But this, this is a violation that she knows is self inflicted. A scalpel precise removal of pieces of her she doesn’t even know to miss.
We now have a definitive timeline - Ace called Nancy after the boat trip, after the memorial, her hair still wet from washing buttercream icing out. There’s around twenty minutes between that and her going to call on the Sin Eater. And Nancy, because she’s shaken, she’s been given proof that she’s done something she can’t imagine ever doing, no longer trusts herself, no longer trusts what she’d do, what terrible atrocities she could commit. She goes to Ace and tells him that she thinks they are responsible for the Jane Doe.
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 But that doesn’t track, that doesn’t make sense. The Nancy we know and love would never try and erase a murder, cover up something terrible. She’d face it head on, hold herself to the same truth and justice ideal that she holds everyone to, because as far as she’s concerned she’s not special, she’s not above this. If she did something wrong she’d take herself to the police station and confess.
So that’s not it. 
But Nancy would also do absolutely anything for those she loves. Not murder, not hiding something like that. But she would absolutely run to the Yacht Club to erase something to save someone she loves, someone like Ace. It’s something time critical, otherwise why would she go there so quickly. She’s desperate. But it’s not something illegal, no for that she’d call Carson, get a lawyer involved, get it sorted out the right way. She’s not always stayed on the right side of the law - too many opportunities to show up the police when they can’t do their jobs, use her lockpicks, her sleuthing beanie. But if it was something illegal, something bad, something murderous, there is no way she’d erase it, she’d work on building the strongest defence possible, but she wouldn’t undo it.
I don’t believe it’s that they accidentally triggered the curse either. We’ve seen before, the Sin Eater erases the memory, it can’t undo the damage. If the curse were triggered, if Ace were doomed to die, the Sin Eater wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop it.
So what does that leave? I genuinely have no clue. There are some great theories floating around about that night, about the Captain of the ship mysteriously cancelling, about the curse that Ace drops overboard. Something about that is off. And we can no longer trust what we’re being shown as viewers. Is what we see the truth? Or is it the altered version after the Sin Eater has removed it from the characters’ collective consciousness? Did Ace and his dad have a lovely bonding fishing trip or did something else happen? Did Nancy and Ace actually have that conversation as we saw it? Clearly not. But what have we had erased? What parts are missing? What jigsaw pieces are we going to be gifted to fill in to make the picture make sense?
My two cents, for what they’re worth - I don’t believe the ghost and the Jane Doe are the same. I think these are two things thrown together to make us think they’re the same. If the Captain theory holds true I’m willing to bet that they’re the burned corpse. But I think the ghost is the figurehead from The Governance. 
The Governance was stormed away from its original course thanks to the Aglaeca - thanks founders and your truly terrible treatment of women. Like I was in a storm. 
They then ripped the boat to pieces and left the figurehead as a protector of the Black Door, literally in the basement. The sky is gone.
The figurehead that has watched over as they tried over and over to merge the Sin Eater with the stolen children. There’s only one left.
She’s ethereal, not wearing the clothes she died in, but a white robe - like an angel, like a woman in white, like a being of magic. And Nancy Drew have been at great pains to point out throughout that there is a balance. Plugonia - plural, one doll for evil, one for light. What if the figurehead is not just a watcher, but part of the literal balance of the Sin Eater?
Now, @flythesail has done a truly excellent post exploring this theory which makes me feel much less like I’m going crazy connecting dots that aren’t there, and I highly recommend checking it out, because she does a fab job exploring the ideas of reincarnation that the writers are bringing into play this season, and makes a very compelling argument for this.
And once you start putting those pieces in, suddenly Nancy and Ace behaving as they are over the ghost and Tristan begins to make even more sense than memory erasure and heartbreak. And honestly, that’s not a sentence I ever thought I’d say.
But the thread has been found - how can you find a thread to pull when you don’t even know it’s missing waiting to be discovered? Against all the odds the photo, the timeline, it’s starting to emerge. And we know how Nancy gets once there’s a mystery. That desperate all consuming urge to uncover the truth, the light, the justice for a town steeped in darkness and secrets, for the people caught up in the web, for herself.
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Strawberries and Cream | [S.G.] [M.S.]
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Pairings: Steven Grant x Black!Female!Reader, Marc Spector x Black!Female!Reader
Summary: It's valentine's day and your boys surprise you with breakfast in bed
Word Count: 3.4k words
Content Warnings: Swearing, established relationship, fluff, fluff, and more fluff
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A/N: Wowowowow, this took so long! Apparently, I don't know how to write anything other than angst, so it took me like six stories until I had one with just fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this though. HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE'S DAY! (And Black History Month, that is why we're here)
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You woke up on the fourteenth, thrumming with excitement. The sun’s gossamer rays crept into the room, and you basked in the honey glow, letting the warmth soak into your skin. You wrapped yourself tighter in your sheets to fight off the chill and realised you were alone.
Usually, you would wake up feeling a little clammy and pressed into the mattress by a snoring hunk of muscle who had rolled over onto you in the night. But this morning, the furnace you were accustomed to waking up under was nowhere to be seen. 
You slowly sit up and look around. There’s a different book on the nightstand. Which tells you they at least came home last night. Steven had just finished reading Don Quixote with you, and it seems your next bedtime story was Flowers for Algernon.
You heard something fall to the floor in the kitchen, then a string of curses. You would have panicked, maybe considered that your apartment had been broken into, but you recognised that voice…and the other.
“Steven cut it out. We only need one chef in the kitchen.”
“Yeah, well you forget I’ve had your food. And it’s not good mate.”
“Whatever, you don't even eat real food.”
“Cows are cute and I don’t want to eat them! But that’s beside the point. Crepes are tricky and you’ve already ruined the batter, just let me try and fix it, yeah?”
“I didn’t ruin anything. That extra egg was just- just good protein.”
“Well, now they’re gonna be too eggy! It’s gonna taste like an omelette!”
“Oh, shut up it’s fine. Everything is fine!”
Peering around the corner, watching them switch back and forth, you almost giggle. They're frantically whisking away, the mixing bowl tucked into their chest, pinned by their arm. Pinched between their fingers was the compact mirror you kept in your purse, but it seemed backseat driving was no longer sufficient.
They're covered in flour, and there's a bit of batter splattered on some of the cabinets, and across their cheekbone. Chaotic Domesticity. It was a good look on them. 
They don’t see you when you step out of the hallway, “I’m sure it will be delicious, my loves.”
Your voice startles them slightly, and they almost drop the bowl. You quickly try to discern whose fronting. His brows are high, and his jaw is slightly slack. You step around the island divider and wipe the spot you noticed earlier, hoping it might calm him down. 
“Steven, if they taste like omelettes, then I will be delighted to have omelettes. But crepes are great too. And so is that cafe down the street. Whatever works out, as long as you guys are there to eat them with me.”
He melts in your hold a little; his face tilting into your palm. But then he jerks it away very suddenly. You’re confused as he backs away. 
“Oy! This was supposed to be a surprise!” He’s upset but not with you, just in general. However, his expression falls into a frown that breaks your heart a little. “We had a whole plan.”
“It’s alright, dear. I won’t look at anything else,” You say as you throw your hands up to cover your eyes. “Just tell me what you need me to do.” 
He chuckles at your antics, and you feel a little brighter. He explains that they planned to bring you breakfast in bed today. You shuffled back to your room and closed the door that way they would feel like they would get a little more privacy.
You tidied up a bit, picking up some clothes from the floor and remaking the bed. You stepped into your ensuite, brushed your teeth, and washed your face, then you let your braids out of your bonnet and tended to them accordingly. With nothing else to do, you wandered to the bookshelf in search of a title to pass the time. 
Alice had just met the dodo and sacrificed her thimble when you heard a knock at the door. 
“Are ya decent?” You heard Marc’s gruff voice call out. 
You chuckle at the absurdity. You were currently wearing his shirt and his boxers in your shared bed in your shared apartment. He had seen you naked plenty of times. 
“Based on previous reviews, I’d say I’m more than decent,” you tease. 
You hear his laughter in the hall, and you inflate with a bit of pride. He cracks the door and loudly “whispers” through the gap.
“Steven wanted to wake you up with breakfast. Is there,” He sighs, embarrassed to ask, “Is there any way you could pretend to be asleep?” 
You chuckle, knowing Steven can hear everything Marc says right now. “Of course. Anything for my boys.”
He shuts the door again, and you feel like you’ve been transported to the days of your childhood. Those times your parents would come into your room to tell you goodnight and tuck you in. But then you would immediately hide in your impenetrable fortress made of cotton and down and stay up reading for just a little longer.
After a few chapters, you could hear your parents walking towards your door to ensure you were asleep. Your heart would pound in your chest as you fumble to turn off your flashlight and try to hide your book under your pillow so your parents wouldn’t know you had gotten lost in the Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane yet again. 
You feel a bit of adrenaline course through you as you scramble around. You're frantically searching for a bookmark and spot a receipt sticking out of a jeans pocket in the laundry. You shove it between your pages and toss the book under your pillow. Then you yank the blanket up, high above you and tuck the edge under your head. You watched the blanket cascade back down in a slow wave, like the rainbow parachute from elementary gym class. 
You scrunch your eyes closed, as tight as you can- when you hear a gentle rapping on the door. It slowly creaks open again, and your name is whispered into the air, but you don’t respond. You’re supposed to be asleep. You’re not fallin’ for that.
Your lips are folded into your mouth as you try desperately not to giggle, staying as still as possible. You can hear steps approaching their side of the bed. They set a few things down and let out a long dramatic sigh that you recognise as Steven’s. 
“I know you’re not asleep.”
You remain still. 
“Really?”
He sounds more amused than irritated, so you continue the bit. You know Marc is definitely getting a kick out of this. 
“Your food’s gonna get cold, and Marc and I worked too hard for you to let it go to waste. Now, come off it. Let’s see that beautiful face.”
Steven hears a muffled sound from the covers, but it’s indecipherable mumbling. 
“Didn’t quite catch that love.”
You huff and tug the blanket under your chin.
“I said, If you wanna wake me up, you know how. I expect a proper waking up.”
As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you pull the blanket right back over your head. Steven grumbles but doesn’t complain. The sound of fabric ruffling and hitting the floor fills the room, and you can’t fight the grin spreading over your cheeks.
The rush of cold air on your back as the covers were pulled back was well worth knowing you had won. He slides in next to you and tucks himself in. Already your body seems closer to equilibrium, just having him near.
He pulls at your shoulder so you're laying on your back, and his arms immediately worm around your waist as his head rests on your chest. Your hands naturally come up to hold him closer, one draped over his back and the other tangled in his curly hair. You released a content sigh at the feeling of him snuggling into you as your nails pass through his curls. 
You almost forgot what brought you into this situation in the first place. You are so at peace, intertwined with your lovers. But then Steven starts trailing kisses across your shoulder and up your neck. They are sweet and tender, feather soft. Each one pressed into your skin with consideration and devotion.
He reaches your cheeks, and one of his hands cradles your jaw. The way his fingers drag across your skin makes you feel like a precious stone, and the way he looks into your eyes makes you feel like a star plucked from the heavens. 
He tugs gently at your chin, and your lips part as he ever so slowly leans in. You’re sure he can hear the way your heart is racing. The way it whispers his name every pump.
His nose bumps against yours, and you feel the faint sigh that leaves his lips against yours. You nudge your chin closer, trying to close the gap, but he manages to move just out of reach while staying just as close. 
“I’m waking you up, darling,” he reminds you with a small smirk. 
You whisper out a small okay that sounds pathetically desperate even to your ears, but you can’t find it in you to care. Because now his lips are brushing against yours. His slightly chapped lips set off every nerve ending in your own. His tongue darted out for just a moment to run against your bottom lip, and you gasped at the contact.
He dipped his nose under yours, and the torment began on the other side. He kissed your cheek, and you were about ready to snap. Had you been standing, you would have stomped your foot in frustration, and Steven would have laughed at your childish response. But he was teasing you relentlessly (which was already out of character for your sweet boy, who is always so eager to please), and it was getting harder to breathe under the covers. 
His head is tilted so that it is almost perpendicular to yours. He moves his hand to cradle your cheek, his big hand almost covering the whole expanse of your face. He smiles sweetly at you before finally diving in. 
Then it happened. His lips attached around your parted lips and created a seal. He blew a big puff of air into your mouth, and your brain reacted in the same way you think it would if you had been shot. Your eyes bugged out of your head, your arms instinctively failed out, and you made a sputtering, gagging noise. Your cheeks comically inflated for a second before all the foreign breath shot out of your nose. It was like a forced sneeze.
While you were effectively stunned, Steven was full-on chortling, completely cracking up. You’re not entirely sure what “guffawing” means, but you’re sure that’s what this is. You think he might actually damage something, bust his gut or something. It would serve him right, swift justice. You had recovered enough from your initial shock to finally respond. 
“STEVEN MICHEAL GRANT! I cannot believe you did that! You not only faked me out but you- you...I don’t even know what you did! But it was horrible!”
The man you are scolding does not seem to care as he lies on his back, clutching his stomach and kicking his feet like a little schoolgirl. You playful smacked his chest as you sat cross-legged beside him in protest. You were upset, not because it happened, but because it happened to you. You didn’t want to admit how funny the joke was. Nor that you wished you had thought of it first.
His rolling laughter is cut short when his body suddenly stiffens, and his neck straightens with his chin pointing to the ceiling. The face that meets your gaze is a little hardened, tougher. His jaw is almost always clenched, and his brows are millimetres from furrowed. Sometimes it blows your mind how these two men can come from the same brain- cohabitate in the same body- when they are also so different. When they look so different. 
This is the same face, the same hair, the same muscle and skeletal structure, biologically, the same man, and yet, they are entirely different. Their goals and aspirations are much more copasetic than they were before, but they are still different. They have different tastes in music and food. They have different favourite colours. They have different hobbies and skills. They know different languages. It’s wild. 
But also they are similar in a lot of ways too. They are both shit dancers. Absolutely no rhythm to be found. But plenty of enthusiasm. They both like the smell of citrus. Neither of them really believes in multivitamins. You tried to get them to take some vitamin D (they are mostly active at night! They need it!), but even Steven thinks they're silly.
He promised to drink more orange juice. You didn’t have it in you to tell him orange juice packed vitamin C and not D and instead thanked him for making an effort.
They also both loved you. Like a lot. And that was pretty crazy to wrap your mind around too. 
Marc’s eyes locked with yours and you watched as his lips danced around his face, chasing off a smile. You gave him a warning look, but it had the opposite effect. He burst into a fit of snickers. He at least had the courtesy to try to hide it behind his hand. He sat up and tried to cover his tittering with the most obviously fake cough you have ever heard. 
“Sorry, had a little tickle in my throat.”
You roll your eyes and lightly check his shoulder with yours, “I know you were the mastermind behind that. My sweet little Steenie Baby would never do that to me. You’ve corrupted him. Truly a terrible influence.”
Marc throws his head back in a laugh (possibly an evil one, you couldn’t tell). He kisses your cheek in an effort to win you over, and you hate to say it works. He pulls you into his lap, and you settle into his chest. His arms rest under yours as he links your fingers together.
You tilt your head to the side as Marc takes his turn to pepper you with kisses and remind you how much he loves you. When he’s satisfied that his message got across, he tucks his face into your neck. There he stays, pulling your arms across your waist so he can still hold your hands while he presses your body as closely into his as modern science will allow. 
You sway along to a song that isn’t playing. Or maybe it’s not playing through the air but rather through your hearts. Perhaps the shockwaves of each throb are travelling through your bodies, having a private conversation you’re not meant to hear. A secret serenade. 
After what seemed like both forever and not nearly long enough, Marc left his hovel with a huff. 
“Steven says if we don’t eat right now he’s going to go ‘absolutely mental.’”  
You giggle and offer an apology to Steven while Marc leans over and sets the tray in your lap. It's a cookie sheet that they folded a towel around, so it wasn’t as cold or ugly. You smile as you admire its contents. A single red rose beside your plate, which was covered by a large bowl flipped upside-down, behaving as a lid of sorts. You unveiled your dish and gasped at the beauty before you.
Where you expected (maybe edible) plain crepes, you were instead presented with a large stack of hearts dyed to look pink and layered with some sort of white cream and strawberry slices. The top layer was adorned with little tuffs of the cream on the outer rim, with whole strawberries in between. 
You looked at Marc in utter disbelief, and he beamed at you, pride pushing his chest forward. “Happy Valentines Day, Sheyfele.”
You grabbed him by the cheeks and crashed your lips into his. The kiss was quick but steady and sure. “Thank you, both of you. I love you so much.”
You’re sure they can see your eyes becoming glassier, but neither comment on it. You extend the favour. 
“We love you too…Now please try it. Steven really is losing his mind here.”
It’s delicious (the sweet cream hides the little bit of egginess well), and you share bites with Marc for a while. He goes to readjust; prop up the pillows behind him. Marc had been putting his body through the wringer since he walked out his front door all those years ago. While he is definitely still young, his body isn’t what it used to be. He fluffs his, then reaches to grab yours. 
“What’s this, baby?” He holds up a book with an amused smile.
You laugh at the memory, “Oh, I was reading that this morning, but then you asked me to pretend to sleep, so I just hopped under the covers as quickly as I could.”
He hummed in acknowledgement as he thumbed through the pages. A small slip of paper fell out, and as Marc examined it closer, he felt his heart in his throat.
“Hey (y/n), where did you find this?”
You glance at the paper and answer between bites. 
“It was stickin’ out of your pant pocket.” You point to the pair hanging out of the hamper, “I’m sorry, was it important? I didn’t mean to steal it.”
You worry for a second that you might have upset him. You try to make light of the situation. “Imma strong believer in the ‘anything is a bookmark’ philosophy. You guys know my rule: use the first thing you see.”
Marc nodded in agreement, “Yeah, yeah, I know. Did you uh- did you see anything else? When you found this, I mean.”
You shook your head no. “I don’t meddle in any of the crazy shit you bring home, baby. I am not interested in accidentally gettin’ some pharao curse or getting hunted down by some god.” 
Your answer gives him relief, and he laughs alongside you. 
He tucks the paper back into your book and kisses your shoulder to grab your attention. 
“Would you like Steven to read to you while you eat?” You excitedly nod your head, and moments later, you hear Steenie’s sweet voice. 
“Alright, Alice in Wonderland; a classic. Good choice, love.” He kisses your temple, and you feel the same swell of pride in your chest that you would get when your teacher rewarded you with a little gold star. “Now, where were you?”
As you tear into your breakfast (sharing, of course) and Steven reads to you, you get hit with a feeling of gratitude. You feel at home here- with them. You feel safe and cherished. You feel more than joy; something better than happy. You feel contentment, fulfilled.
You had never been one to believe in fate before, but you thanked whoever was out there, whoever had heard your desperate prayers on your lonely nights. You thanked them for delivering…and then some. 
Your boys were also feeling that gratitude. They couldn’t believe they had found someone so truly beautiful inside and out. A woman who was damn near fearless, with a kind heart, sharp intellect, and tremendous patience. You were a treasure to behold.
Every morning they wake up expecting to be back in the dusty old flat with only books and a fish for company. But then, when they open their eyes, there you are, and it feels like the most extraordinary gift they’ve ever been given. Your love is something deserving of its own fable or myth. Your story should be told in reverie. A story passed down for centuries, like that of Osiris and Isis. 
But they also feel a little scared. They have big plans today. Plans to spoil you and fill your heart with joy. Plans to woo. Plans to convince you that they are worth it- that they’re worth you. Plans to prove to you that you are all they will ever need- all they will ever want. Plans to get on one knee. Plans to beg you to give them this chance at a happy ending. Plans to promise you yours.
Plans to pull a ring box from the back pocket of those pants dangling dangerously out of the hamper. Plans to slip the dainty gold band with a honey-warm, citrine gem- that he got on a mission last week in Bolivia- onto your finger. Plans to admire how it glows against your skin, and how despite its magnificence, it could never outshine yours. Plans that would have been ruined if you could read the Spanish receipt in your book.
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another A/N because whatever: I will be doing a little /headcannon break down thing for this because I'm kinda throwing some in there with no real explanation, but feel free to send me asks about any confusion. I love answering those!
I'm also gonna start linking those to the original fics too, so you (and new readers) can find them
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In the Moonlight
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AN: My baby. I generally consider myself a soft stan for Jun, but I thought this idea really suited him, and I haven't written about him yet, so why not. Also, I've realised recently how much I slept on the possibilities when it comes to cow hybrids. This was pretty short for me. More of a drabble I'd say.
Synopsis: Jun and his hybrid girlfriend being in love and weak for one another pretty much.
Heads up: Wen Junhui x Fem! Reader, established relationship, pwp, hybrid AU, Cow hybrid! Reader, Regular degular human! Jun, Reader has big boobs and is implied to be on the bigger side, unprotected piv sex, praise (both f and m receiving and giving), nipple play (f. receiving), lactation kink, creampie and pretty soft overall.
I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.
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Jun looks borderline otherworldly as the moonlight streaming in from your bedroom window washes over him. There's a very appealing, faint blush colouring his cheeks as he squirms underneath you, eyes not quite sure where to focus. Alternating between your face, your heaving breasts and your glistening pussy as you hover over him with his cock in your grasp.
You can't help the uptick of your lips when you feel him twitch in your hand. Your boyfriend has always been so needy and sensitive.
"Please," he breathes out, his hold on your thighs becoming bruising.
"You're so cute when you're needy, baby," you muse but, decide that he's been tortured enough. You place your unoccupied hand on his toned abdomen to steady yourself as you slowly begin to sink onto his pretty cock.
He always stretched you out deliciously when you were on top. Your toes curl hard, and your fingernails dig into his skin when he's fully nestled inside of you. His broken moans only make you clench around him more as fresh arousal leaks onto his cock, his balls and your bedsheets.
"My pretty boy, you always feel so good inside me," you moan in return, gradually rising off his cock and sinking back down. You can't help the mewl that flies from your lips when you feel him pulse inside of you, and his hands shift from your soft thighs to your hips.
Jun already looks so wrecked. His blonde hair sticks to his damp forehead while his darkened eyes are squarely focused on where you two are attached. Watching you sink down on his cock over and over gain. His bruised lips part in a sinful O to unabashedly moan and whine and groan to both of your hearts' content. He used to be so shy about being vocal but, after you assured him that he had nothing to be insecure about and, that infact his sounds of pleasure only fueled you on, he became more comfortable with letting you hear him.
You know the moment when his eyes shift from watching you being stretched out on his cock to your tits when one of his hands reaches to grab a generous handful of one of them and, he fucks up into you slightly. Amusement and affection for your boyfriend courses through you at that. Jun made it no secret that he was a big fan of your breasts, and sometimes you'd joke that the only reason he was with you was because of them. You both knew that wasn't the case, but they certainly helped. Being a cow hybrid had its perks, you suppose.
Your rhythm stutters marginally when he begins to knead your breast, paying special attention to your hypersensitive nipples all the while.
"Ah Jun," you whine, riding him the slightest bit harder as he tugs and lightly pinches your nipple in the ways he knows will have you cumming on his cock within minutes.
"You're so pretty," he says, sounding completely dazed as you try your utmost to make him fill you with his cum. You're a little startled when he suddenly sits up and latches onto the nipple he was playing with moments ago, and his other hand cups your neglected breast.
Jun certainly knew how to exploit your weakness, that was for sure.
All you can do is steady yourself with your grasp on his broad shoulders and try not to completely go stupid as he eagerly sucks on your nipple and fondles you, giving your other breast the same treatment as the one he's currently latched onto received earlier.
A violent shudder runs down your spine, and you feel yourself spasm around him when he pulls the first spurt of milk from your breast, one of your hands reaching out to fist his hair and keep him in place as you rode him faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin beginning to ring out obscenely throughout your bedroom.
You were barely making any sense at this point, a jumbled string of his name, moans, and curses spilling from your lips as you chased your release.
Jun wasn't fairing much better. His hips fucking into you more desperately as best as he could in his current position, your tits practically suffocating him as he greedily drank from you and touched as much of you as he possibly could.
You're the first to cum, your thighs practically giving out as you heavily leaned against Jun. Your walls clenching and unclenching around his cock repeatedly as you drench his lower half in your juices. Your pathetic, high-pitched whines only push Jun closer and closer to his own climax, and it doesn't take much for him to quickly follow behind you.
You cup his face and gently pull him off of your breast and press a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss to his lips. Both of you moaning into each other as you feel his hot, thick cum paint your walls white and you faintly taste yourself on his tongue.
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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year
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This might be a bit of a silly/weird question but how is sweetheart with animals?? Specially less 'liked' ones (cows, rats, piggies, snakes, etc)
(I'm sweetheart's biggest fan, I love her more than air itself 🥺)
AWWWW AND SHE LOVES YOU TOO BABES AND THIS IS NOT A SILLY ASK I LOVE IT 💗
She likes em! Wouldn't keep them as pets, except a snake, but she thinks they're cute!
She loves cows. Thinks they're stupid Lil blorbos and Price has no idea what that means (no one does except for Gaz, and he's struggling too 💀)
She's okay? With rats. Not her favorite, but if they're domesticated then she'll pet one. (She feeds them to her snake so it's a bit awkward for her lol)
With pigs, she would rather eat them 💀 like she would grab one and hold it by the cheeks and whisper "Your ribs would be delicious with barbecue sauce" or "I want you in my belly" with her mouth watering LOL
AND OMG SHE ADORES SNAKES (SO DO I- I LOVE SNAKES SO MUCH) She owns a snake! A ball python named Jake (thank you to the anon who said this 💗👌) omg the boys would scramble away from Sweetheart if she was holding Jake, except König and Roach.
Price: SWEETHEART LET IT GO
Sweetheart, holding Jake: Cap it's my pet! It's okay he won't bite any of you!
Soap, climbed on top of Ghost's shoulders: What if it tightens around ya neck and you DIE
Sweetheart: HE WONT DO THAT JAKE IS LITERALLY SO FAT TO DO THAT
She gives him to König who was waiting patiently to hold him and played with the snake with Roach, who was clapping his hands (they're so CUTE UGH)
NEVER
EVER
GIVE HER A SPIDER. NEVER
She will shoot that thing until it's mush
She likes turtles tho! She thinks they're so cute and calls them "little gentleman."
Her favorite animal of all time are dogs. SHE IS A DOG PERSON THRU AND THRU
Her cousin is a dog breeder so she grew up around alot of dogs and now she owns her own!
Dagger, a white pomeranian and knife-like teeth
Mr. Slickback or Slick, a Grey great Dane with a spiked collar (full name Mr. Slickback nicknack pattywack flapjack Nicodemus the second)
And Brutus, a big happy St. Bernard with a yellow daisy hankychief and a simple collar
(So she has three dogs and a ball python snake. It's perfect fr)
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hee0soo · 1 year
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Surprise ER Visits
Summary: Back when it was still only Hongjoong and Heeyoung, the boy found out the hard way what it meant for Heeyoung to eat something she isn´t supposed to eat!
Disclaimer. i have no medical knowledge about these typ of situations. I based this on what my mom went through when she had an allergic reaction and the internet!
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November 2016
It wasn´t that Hongjoong didn´t like to cook, more that he didn´t know how to without setting the kitchen on fire!
That´s why Heeyoung was the one cooking almost every night! It also gave Heeyoung the chance to make dishes she could eat without having trouble breathing, rashes all over her skin or Hongjoong questioning her eating habits.
Logically she knew that he would understand if she´d explained it to him. Why she didn´t was something not even Heeyoung knew at that point.
And Hongjoong was just glad that he had something to eat when he pulled all nighters at the studio.
The boy didn´t dare question what was in the fridge or even think about why they never had milk of a cow but only almond milk or why there was only wheat free bread in the house!
Heeyoung and Hongjoong were the only trainees under KQ at the moment so no one else questioned her strange eating habits.
It had been almost 2 months of living together one Hongjoong finally caught wind that something was definitely not okay!
Hongjoong had taken a rare day of, had decided to buy groceries and cook one of the 3 meals he knew how to make because of his eomma! The girl didn´t know about the shopping part though.
She was careful but figured since he used ingredients out of their fridge it would be fine.
They had planned to eat dinner and watch a movie together, almost like a bonding session since the usually only worked together.
It was delicious but soon after Heeyoung finished her food, her tongue started to tingle slightly.
Heeyoung didn´t think to much of it at first. Still sure that the ingredients used were safe for her to use.
Not long after, her arms started to itch causing her to scratch at them. Only slightly at first but the longer she sat there, the stronger she had to scratch! Hives of rashes had started to appear underneath her sleeves.
Panic slowly came over her.
She knew the signs well but wasn´t sure why they appeared all of a sudden.
The girl was squirming slightly next to Hongjoong who had noticed the careful scratching on her arms.
“Are you okay?”
He looked at her carefully. Something was of about the girl bundled up into a blanket burrito. She looked nervous and couldn´t seem to sit still. She also had begun to drink an excessive amount of water every few seconds or so! The scratching was just the most noticeable of all the signs to him!
Heeyoung turned her head towards him. A slight shin of sweat had appeared on her forehead.
“Yeah just a bit warm all of a sudden!”
Hongjoong unwrapped her from the blanket and put it away. Worried that something else was going on
Only when her throat started to close up and she struggled to get air down her windpipes did she dare say something!
“Do you- uhm what did you- use to cook dinner? Like- what was in there?” she gasped slightly.
“Uhm, just the regular stuff you use for dinner most of the time… But I did go shopping to stock up on some milk and I needed cashew nuts for dinner. Why? You are worrying me! Are you sure you are okay?”
The girl gulped. Or tried to at least.
“Hongjoong-ah- I´m allergic- to cashew and milk… Please tell me that- the milk was at least not from a cow?”
Hongjoong slowly realized what happened.
“You´re what now?”
He desperately hoped that he heard wrong!
Heeyoung gasped for air, hands still scratching at her arms. The other trainee quickly pulled her sleeves up her arms.
The rashes there almost screamed at him!
“Epipen is- in my room! Nightstand! Purple cosmetic bag!” She pressed out, her hands now put on her knees, trying to hold herself upright.
Hongjoong was quick to react. He didn´t want to leave her in the living room but he had to get her medication!
How often does this happen that she had them ready for use?
He found the bag; the girl had described and ran back to her.
Heeyoung had slipped to the ground while he was away and now it was his turn to panic!
“I got it, now what do I do?”
“Take the- pen out. Remove the blue- cap and don´t- touch the orange part! You have to- jab the orange part- into my thigh and hold it for 3 seconds! It works through- the pyjama pants!”
The boy did exactly as instructed, feeling bad for hurting her!
Heeyoung started to massage the puncture wound as soon as the pen was lifted.
“Hospital! We have to go to the hospital!” she whispered.
Quickly calling 119 before texting their manager.
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That´s how the two trainees found themselves in the emergency room that evening!
After what felt like hours to Hongjoong, the doctors let him inside her room. The manager went to talk to the doctor in the meanwhile.
Seeing Heeyoung in a hospital gown and bed was something he hoped he never had to see again!
She was awake but obviously tired.
Sitting down in the chair next to her bed, the boy sighed deeply to calm himself down.
“Are you mad at me?” Heeyoung whispered nervously.
She didn´t receive an answer for a while. He just didn´t know what to say.
Was he mad? Not really!
Was he glad she´s alive? Most definitely!
Was he scared? Like never before!
“Why didn´t you tell me? Do you know how scared I was? How scared I still am?”
Hongjoong didn´t have the strength to talk loud. Instead he sounded hoarse like he had been crying and Heeyoung felt bad.
“I thought it wouldn´t be a problem since I always do the cooking. I´m sorry that I scared you like that! It wasn´t my intention to do that.”
“We are supposed to be a team. You and I and in the future maybe someone else! A team talks about something like this!”
“I know! Hongjoong I know that! And I’m really sorry I didn´t. I don´t know why I didn´t! It was always just me as long as I can remember. My parents were absent and my brother couldn´t care less about it and the nannies never stuck around enough to care!”
Hongjoong couldn’t believe what he heard. He knew that the relationship with her family was rocky but never had Heeyoung called them absent before.
“They may have been absent but I. am. Not! And this is something I need to know so that I can care for you so please. Is there anything else you´re allergic to?”
The girl nodded and told him what he wanted to know.
Since that day, there was a list hanging on the fridge with everything Heeyoung couldn´t eat and the boy made sure to call his eomma to work out recipes he could make without sending her to the ER again!
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maripr · 1 year
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I would like to give a coherent writing about the episode as opposed to the screeching I've done on Twitter for the past... Hours?? But i don't think i can still.
Some Ozpin and Oscar related thoughts:
Neo's take on Ozpin is so ooc it hurts more than everyone else bc his first interaction with Ruby is giving her cookies. What he does with broken children is FEED THEM BC FOOD MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER. But. We have seen him pissed off to the point of shouting and it was against Hazel in vol 5. I think the surefire way to make Ozpin this royally pissed off would be using him against his students, which is what hazel did in vol 5 and what neo is doing here, so she's VERY lucky that Oscar didn't fall along with all the others.
Anyway i also happen to think that the only person he would actually be this violent in action and words is himself. I bet this very image of being gruesomely beaten down and berated by him happens regularly in his mind, except he's both the executioner and the victim. And maybe, in his darkest thoughts, Oscar accidentally dies because of him, same as Ruby's fears.
Or maybe Ozma imagines all the reincarnates taking turns beating and insulting him for what he did to them and their families. Point is, Neo may have accidentally performed a perfectly characterized Ozpin, but not against the correct person.
SO UHM i watched my fave violently beating down his future daughter in law to the point she bled, how are you all?
It's also!!! Delicious!!! That he's not just someone Ruby cares about and feels responsible for his death!!! And also someone she resents, but not bc OH OZPIN'S SO EVIL SHE HATES HIM BC HE'S EVIL, but because... The entire volume... Has been very subtly implying she's as afraid of Oscar experiencing ego death in the merge than he himself is (and then she CHOOSES to experience ego death herself at the end. "I don't want to be me anymore"). Holy cow. If you had told me that before vol 9, i would have replied "look rosegarden is my otp too but that feels a bit like reaching" and IT'S NOT. And Neo has used him against Ruby TWICE. And accidentally killing him after slashing at Ozpin can be read in so many fucked up levels and it's what finally break her????
This episode was just so brutal but in a way that i personally found exceptionally intriguing. I love this kind of horror. This couldn't have been possible if not in the ever after. I got to see my oz Bois again and Ozpin's maya model finally being put to use, and Shannon actually shouting in his voice, but at what cost, but it was perfect.
Also glad they finally gave the man his lips back. I was wondering where they went after vol 2. Thank you Neo. Also, for giving Oscar his melanin back.
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fatguarddog · 3 months
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God damn your writing has been fantastic lately, also as a recently MILF'd witch with fat cow tits I'd love to tie you down and drown you in my sweet creamy milk till that gut of yours gets so sloshy and full for Mommy ~
Admittedly, compliments on my writing are very funny to receive after being high all night and just kinda posting whatever 😂
But god! Yes Mommy 😳 fill me up with your delicious creamy milk until my gut is so huge and swollen and sloshy 🥵 I'll be such a good boy for you
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