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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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Take It Back

Sometimes the names we have don't carry the best memories, they don't bring out the best in us. Steve and Eddie know this all too well, both weighted down by the legacies of their fathers, and it takes them a while to come to terms with the way they feel about their surnames. They both work around them, evade the connection as well as possible, and are determined to build their identities around these rotten spots, not allowing them to spoil more in their lives. The child of a criminal and a child of a cold, widely-hated businessman. What a pair they make.

At one point, they consider changing their surnames. Or moving. Maybe both, anything to escape the unfeeling, ever critical stare of Thomas Harrington and the tainted memory of John Munson. They give it a lot of thought, drink some more than they should, but it's a heavy topic and it requires a heavy dose of liquor. At the end of their discussion, they wobble back from the Hideout, leaning on each other and only stopping here and there to consider the option of throwing up. "You knoo-ow, Steve," hiccups Eddie and the sway of his hips almost has him do a pirouette, "I think I got it. The...grand plan. The mmmmaster plan. Evil. Sssso evil." He looks at Steve from under his heavy-lidded eyes. "Am evil, no?"

"You, Eds," slurs Steve and hugs the street light, "can be anything. Aaanything. So yesh. You can be evil, babe. Go do it. Spread chaos. Fight...someone. Heroes. But not El. El is cool." He looks up at the light bulb and mutters "so pretty" before realizing he's nearly blinding himself.

"I love you. I do. You...support. Me and my viles," Eddie swings around the lamp and crashes into Steve, giggling. "You will be my villain wife. The...blood bank to my Dracula or something. The electricity to my monster." He sways against Steve for a moment, then pointing vaguely behind his shoulder. "You think we can make it to the other lamp? Wanna swwwwing. Around it." He smacks his lips and repeats the word. "Swing. Swwwing. Sounds all whooshy. Like it."

Steve nods solemnly and grabs Eddie's waist. "Let's whoosh. Can you..oh shit, the other leg, didn't we come from there? Who the fuck cares...um. Can you tell me? The masterrrplan?" The last word is a bit slurred, but the next lamp is far away and it takes more than he has to just walk in a slightly squiggly line. Or just walk.

Eddie nods too, although a bit too enthusiastically, and that does it for their fragile balance. It's only thanks to Steve's reflexes that they don't smash into the ground but dive into the nearest grass patch, although the style of the dive leaves something to be desired. "Whoops. Soft," Eddie giggles and squeezes Steve's chest. "My plan, love, is to stay in this shithole. It's devious, I tell you."

Steve blinks and shakes his head, perhaps harder than necessary. "Can you...el...laborate when the moon settles down? It's ssspinny. Spinning...Sleeping beauty? Is the moon spinning the string thingy and falling asleep?"

They lie next to each other on the grass and stare at the moon. "Maybe?" mutters Eddie, his hand tracing circles in the air. "Spinning wheel? Spinning...Wheeler," he giggles and snorts several times, making more and more undignified sounds as he tries to stop himself. "Spinning Wheeler. In the sky. That would be bad."

Steve howls in laughter too and starts hiccuping. "Y-yeah. I mean. Not s-sure which is worse, Nancy seeing ev-verything from there or Mike..." He rubs his head in the grass, his hair slowly becoming more and more like a dryad. "Sorry, you were...yeah. Your master plan?"

"Oh yeah," and Eddie is giggling again, the usual undertones of bitterness smoothed over by their proximity, the smell of freshly cut grass and held hands. The night is quiet, they are alive, they are okay and if they're at a point of their lives when their surnames can actually become a concern instead of, oh wait, the world ending, Eddie will take it. He turns to Steve and nuzzles his forehead into that silly polo shirt. "What do you say to this...we stay. We keep these shitty names. And we make them...ours," he finishes, as if that was the most astute sentence in the history of mankind.

"...Eds, I think I already have mine?" Steve rubs his grass-covered head, leaving green streaks over his eyebrows. "I think..it's on my ID or..."

"Shhhhhh," Eddie presses his finger to Steve's lips and giggles again when Steve starts nibbling on his fingertip. "Not what I mean. Let's stay here and f-fuck them over. Like they fucked us over, but better. Because..." he taps his finger on Steve's lips and teeth, "...we will destroy them. What they mean in this stupid town."

There's a small light in Steve's eyes, or maybe it's just the reflection of the moon. One more kiss to Eddie's index finger and then Steve leans back, making himself comfortable on the grass. "I like it. Erase them."

"That's my big boy with his big words," grins Eddie and ruffles his hair. "Yeah. Let's...let's build something. I'll...open a garage or something. A record store. I don't care. But when that...piece of shit...gets released from prison, he will come back and find out...he doesn't exist here anymore. That Munson means...it means something else." His dark eyes travel to Steve's face, careful. "Is...is that stupid?"

"No," Steve whispers and he suddenly seems sober, gently grasping Eddie's shoulders. "Let's do it. You'll be a...small business owner or something. A honest guy. Your dad will get a heart attack," he snorts. "And I...I want to do something...with my hands. I'm good with my hands, I could do some maintenance stuff or...you know. Just help around the neighborhood. Harrington, the reliable manual worker," he muses, watching the moon again. "My dad will be so...so pissed. I wanna do it. I won't hide as a failure. I will be a proud failure!"

"Right!" Eddie nods and almost falls on Steve's face. "Let's fail the fuckers!"

They burst into laughter again and kiss, once, twice, still not enough. Eventually, Robin finds them collapsed on the lawn, giggling like maniacs. She hides her concern behind a scowl, informs them that this is absolutely NOT why she got a driver's licence, but they seem in such a good mood that she doesn't have it in her heart to yell at them more. She just makes sure they both get into bed safely, but if she's just a little smug when she hears retching sounds in the morning and if Eddie exits their bedroom, a lovely shade of green on his face (both the alcohol and the grass), well, who can blame her.

It's a long road, but they stick to their plan. Eddie starts working in a local garage, partially thanks to Hopper's persuasiveness, and soon his natural talent and hard work earn him a reputation. When people actually come in and ask for him specifically, Eddie's eyes become glassy and he might have to bite his lip to stifle a squeal of joy. Steve talks to Hopper and Wayne, the closest father figures he has, and in the end decides to apply for a job at the Hawkins PD. He is calm, reliable and well-liked, enough to resolve neighborly squabbles without much damage. And if he has the pleasure to meet his father at the station once, complaining about an overgrown bush next to the Harrington residence, he just smiles politely at that face which haunted him for decades, and tells him "I am truly sorry, sir, but they are well within their rights. There is nothing I can do and I would advise you against pursing any sort of...forceful persuasion. Because I will know if that happens and I will be obliged to act in accordance with law. Have a pleasant day." The look on his face makes it all so worth it.

Yes, there are still people who remember the murder charges and the old criminal, the cold-hearted tactics of Harrington senior and the King Steve persona, but there are also those who pat Eddie on the back when he makes sure their old car is able to make a journey across the state lines, there are old ladies who invite Steve over for coffee to share their troubles with neighbors and that's just enough. They finally feel like themselves, their surnames no longer a brand, but something that is purely theirs. Steve always comes home a bit later than Eddie, takes off his shoes and hat and kisses Eddie's shoulder as he heats up their dinner, the smell of oil still on him. "Good evening, Mr. Munson," he whispers into his ear. Eddie just grins, turns around and gives Steve a peck on the lips. "Welcome home, Mr. Harrington."

#ok so the name thing is kinda personal to me #sorry if it doesn't make much sense but it can be really difficult to have a name that is a stigma #and I just want to see Eddie and Steve tackle this in a healthy way #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #jim hopper #strangerthings #stranger things #strangerthingsdrabble #stranger things drabble

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gladdygirl18 · 3 months

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Very happy with this tickle tea story this time around!

Blue me, Pink GF

This is gonna be a bit long so continue under cut

So this weekend, my GF and I were chilling in my dorm doing some work. On occasion, she would get up from the desk and poke my sides just because. At one point, when I was working on a story, she came up behind me ans started spidering her fingers up and down my arms and sides, making me giggle and squirm (i swear, her gentle tickles are so.... tickly lmaooo 😆🥰) Another time was when I sat in her lap, she started to gently glide her dull nails along my sides, but it wasn't enough to actually tickle.

"If you're trying to tickle me, you're gonna have to try harder than that."

Yeah... I said that. The guts I had to say that to my GF astonished me as well. My GF scoffed before she started squeezing and kneading my sides, making me snicker and giggle.

"Uh huh, careful what you wish for hun."

AHHHHHHHH SHE UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT, THANK GOODNESS 🥰😆💖

The next day (saturday evening), my GF and I were at it again working on school work and personal work. While I was reading for a class, I was struck with the most intense lee mood ever, omggg 😳😳💖 so i turned to one of my good friends here on Tumblr @giggly-squiggily told her about my dilemma. Basically, how the convo went was me very flustered and worried about asking her to wreck the shit outta me cuz while I did tell her that i liked being tickled, I was afraid with how she would react if i asked her to tickle me senseless. Squiggly had said (to sum it up), "If she loves you even after telling her you liked being tickled, how will this be any different?"

So after a few minutes of hesitation, I ended up going towards my girlfriend and sitting in her lap and hugging her (she already finished her schoolwork).

"Are you okay, hun?"

*nods*

"You sure? You look like you have a lot on your mind. Talk to me, please."

"It's nothing. I'm just really stressed and..... don't really know how to get rid of it."

"Aww" *hugs me tighter* "Is there anything I can do to help?"

*hesitates and starts blushing slightly* "There is something you can do...."

"What is it?"

*groans slightly and buries face into her shoulder*

*Pulls away and stares into my eyes* (her grayish-hazel eyes are so beautiful omgggg 😳🥰💖😍)

"N-necesito sonreir...." ("I need to smile" in Spanish, context)

*Sighs and smiles before taking out my earbuds* "Alright"

She then starts kissing my neck, and omgggg i swear i got more ticklish cuz of her. When I tried to pull away, she grabs me places me in her lap and says, "Come here you!"

BROOOOO I DON'T DESERVE HER! SHE TAKES ON THIS TICKLE MONSTER ROLE TOO WELL 😆😆😳💖🥰💖🥰

After she said this, she started kissing my neck again gently tickling my sides. Anytime I tried to pull away, she'd gently pull me back into her lap. She then slowed to a stop before pulling me into a hug.

"Feeling better?"

*giggles and nods*

While she didn't "wreck" me, that alone expelled all the stress I had. After this, she started playing Nexomon on my switch (really cool monster catching game, def recommend if you're a fan of those kind of games) She kept getting Mega Rares after Mega Rares as well as getting 2 Specials back-to-back. When she ran into a Mega Rare (it resembled a dog) I practically begged her not to kill it. She looks at me dead in the eyes will her Nexomon brought it down to 0HP. I tried to stop her but it was too late.

"WHY DID YOU KILL THE DOGGO?!!? WHYYYY!?!!?!?"

*laughing her ass off* "Why not?"

*Gets annoyed and starteds tickling her*

"Stohohohop! it had it coohohohohoming!"

"NO IT DIDN'T! WHYHYHYHY!!?!?!?!"

She then does the same thing 3 more times after that, pissing me off and leading to more tickles (she was only doing this to piss me off but it was still fun to have a mini back and forth tickle fight with her 💖🥰)

As the night went on, we cuddled and made out (as per usual 🥰💖) and it was my turn to be the weighted blanket. While practically sitting on my GF, she smiled before gently gliding her dull nails along my sides, but again, not enough to tickle. Like I said before, "If you're trying to tickle me, you're gonna have to try harder than that."

My GF scoffed before adding a little more pressure to her tickles and started moving her fingers in a circular motion in one spot (where my ribs meet my sides) I started surpressing my smile and tried to hide my snickering in her shoulder.

"There we go~ Come on hun, just let it out~ You know you wanna~"

SHE RARELY EVER TEASES ME LIKE THIS OMGGGGGGG 😳😆💖AND TICKLED LIKE HELL GOODNESS

i was genuinely struggling to not laugh. Then this little gremling started TICKLING MY ANKLES! WHY THE FUCK ARE ANKLES SO DAMN TICKLISH!!??!? When that got more of a reaction from me, she chuckled and said, "Haha that's it, there we go~"

MISS GIRL STOOOOOP! THE TEASING WAS NOT HELPING AT ALL 😳😳😆💖💖😆

She then started spidering her dull nails across my socked feet and my dam finally broke. When that happened, my GF laughed before pulling me into her chest, moving back to tickle my sides, and kiss my neck!

😭🥰😆I LOVE HER SO MUCH OMGG😭😆🥰

And that's how my weekend was. So happy that all of this took place! Stay tuned for another tickle tea story! Also a big and special shoutout to @giggly-squiggily for encouraging me to ask my girlfriend for tickles (even tho I've done it before, my Lee mood made it so difficult 😅💖)

Tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @cutesmokes @burningablaze @sunstone-smiles @otomiyaa @lovelymessybubbly

#irl story #tickle tea stories

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neviagreatestart2003 · 1 year

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Baby Mammoth hug Squiggly Monster.

Rest in Peace Bob Saget and Kristie Alley 🙏🕊💖

#the masked singer #baby mammoth #squiggly monster #hugging #heaven #cute art #angles #rest in peace #bob saget #kristie alley #fan art #digital art #art

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whocaresifwearecrazy · 2 years

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Draw your favorite Masked Singer character from Each Season

Favorites per season

Season 1: Monster

This one is a bias, due to me having only watched the MS1 in early 2019 and that being the first time I ever saw the show

Season 2: Flamingo

Same as Monster, also a bias but Adrienne slayed it (especially that Never Enough performance! Chills, literal chills!)

Season 3: Kangaroo

I can see some of you looking at me like I'm crazy. I'll confess, she was the one I wanted to win the season, after Miss Monster was eliminated in Episode 3...then we were introduced to Kitty and Night Angel...

Season 4: Squiggly Monster

Okay, we only knew him for two episodes (as well as Taco's clue package) but Squiggly's performances have cemented a place in my heart. Fly high, Bob Saget

Season 5: Yeti

Speaking of "Pulls at Your Heart", Yeti's performance of "Lonely" cemented him as my favorite Wildcard of the season maybe even favorite Wildcard EVER but anyways, he really should've gone to the finale instead of Chameleon. No hate against Wiz but that "Celebration" performance slapped harder than it should!

Season 6: Bull

Finally, a familiar face. Bull has been one of my Season 6 favorites for 90% of Season 6 (and I didn't know if Nicole would use that darn button on him but thank goodness she didn't). Anyways, like I said before "Circus" is my favorite Bull performance...CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THAT?! I'M NOT EVEN A SPEARS FAN!!!

Season 7: Thingamabob

A "bit" of a carbon-copy of Thingamajig, this monster really put on a good show and when you look past the nightmare fuel face on the mask and actually enjoy his performances, he's got quite the vocal range...and that's not acknowledging that he's THE FIRST AUSSIE CELEB IN THE PAST 7 SEASONS! Also, I loved his songs! Jordan, put out an album, please and thank you

#Request #Tattletailsblog #Masked Singer #Season 1 #Season 2 #Season 3 #Season 4 #Season 5 #Season 6 #Season 7 #Monster #Flamingo #Kangaroo #Squiggly Monster #Yeti #Bull #Thingamabob #Crazy Rambles #8:26 pm

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let-your-chaos-explode · 1 year

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Hii can i request a comfort fic abt lady lesso and professor!reader, they're in a relationship and r has really bad cramps and a headache from their period and leo comforts r? Needed this bc I'm on my period rn and the pain omg

Tender Comfort

The way the light was filtering through the broken window of your classroom was easily the straw that broke the camel’s back regarding your outlook on the day. Which didn’t start great, considering you woke up in a puddle of your own blood. And then had to proceed to teach idiot students all morning on an empty stomach because you were too busy cleaning up to make it to breakfast on time.

And now, the light slanting through the dark classroom contrasted too sharply for your gritty eyes and fueled the headache creeping in from your sharply dropping hormones. The brightness of the rays seemed to glitter against the dust particles floating in the dingy air, giving you the worst aura.

“Professor Y/N, are you alright?” A young Never student asked from the front of the class.

You shook your head and tried to blink away the floating squiggly lines that clouded your vision, but the movement only made the migraine flare up your neck.

“Class dismissed. I want a three page essay on the effectiveness of poisons administered over time on my desk before class next week.”

As the last student left the class, you allowed the rigidity of your posture to deflate and you melted into a trembling heap on your desk. You swallowed thickly against the bile bubbling in your throat.

“That bad, huh?”

You turned your head and cracked open an eye to find your girlfriend leaning casually against the door frame. Her long legs were crossed at the heels and she looked entirely too comfortable lurking in your doorway.

It was all you could do to simply blink and groan in response. Lady Leonora Lesso sighed and pushed off from the frame, gliding to your desk. She hitched one leg over the corner and half sat on the wood next to your face. You moaned in relief as her cool fingers found the pressure point at the base of your skull.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” She whispered, releasing the pressure and allowing blood to flood back to your brain.

“I can’t, Leo. I have classes all afternoon.” You argued.

It was your second year teaching here at the School for Good and Evil. And though you had quite settled into a good routine, you still felt the irrational need to prove yourself worthy of your position. It had taken an entire year for you to muster up the courage to ask the infamous Lady Lesso out on a date. She had laughed and told you it was about damn time. She was wondering how long she would have to wait before having to make the first move.

“Come on.” Leonora urged again, pulling you up from your chair. “Let me take care of you.”

What kind of monster would you be, to refuse?

Your body gave in and you allowed her to guide you through the halls back to your chambers, a steady hand at your lower back the whole way there. The weight of her palm was grounding, and every now and then her strong fingers would knead at the tight muscles as the cramps angrily flared from low in your abdomen, reaching all the way around to your spine.

She led you directly to the bathroom upon entrance to your quarters. As you toed off your boots, Leonora began to fill the porcelain tub with steaming hot water.

“I’ll be back in a bit.” She said as she passed you a towel.

And she was true to her word. Not long after you had settled into the heat, she re-emerged with a soft knock against the door.

“I come bearing gifts.” Leonora spoke quietly, opening her palm to reveal two paracetamol and a glass of water.

You choked back the offerings swiftly, eager for some relief from the pain.

“I will be covering your afternoon classes.” Leonora murmured into your neck as she kneeled beside you.

You didn’t have the energy to argue. She conjured a cup and began pouring the hot water over your neck and shoulders. The cascading warmth helped to relieve some of the built up tension you held there. She then moved to your hair. With deft fingers, she pulled the pins holding it in place and let it tumble down. Her long, painted nails scratched at your scalp as her other hand poured water over your hair. A soft whimper escaped your lips as she began to lather shampoo through your locks. New words were needed to describe the feeling in a world where magic already exists. Your whimpers evolved into contented moans as the pain and discomfort faded into pleasure.

“Let’s get you into bed.” Leonora hummed as she rinsed the last of the soap from your hair.

“What would it take to get you to join me?” You purred, threading your fingers between hers.

Her chuckle was low and seductive, even as she pulled away. Leonora turned back and held out the large and fluffy towel. You stood languidly, rising from the water with false confidence but ever so emboldened by the way her eyes followed the droplets as they trailed down your skin. You wrapped the towel around yourself and gratefully took her offered hand. You dried quickly under her watchful gaze and reluctantly dressed in the nightclothes she passed you.

In a gentleness shown only to you, Leonora tucked you into bed and with a glowing finger, drew the curtains, plunging the room into blessed darkness.

“Sleep. There will be plenty of time for other, more vigorous activities once you are feeling well.” She said as she dropped a kiss to your forehead.

You muttered darkly your disagreement but settled easily into the nest of pillows she had arranged for you. Truthfully, you were exhausted. And you wanted to be in peak shape when you were able to show her just how grateful you were to her for taking care of you.

Your eyes grew heavy in the dark. Unable to resist the call of sleep, you allowed them to close. You would make it up to her later.

#Lady Lesso #Lady Leonora Lesso #lady lesso x reader #Lady Lesso x you #Leonora Lesso x reader #Leonora Lesso x you #tw: period talk #tw: periods #tw: menstruation #school for good and evil #SGE #fanfic #fanfiction #comfort fic #short and sweet #one shot

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩

you’re hanging out with epel when you decide to cut your bangs with grim’s assistance. spoilers, the results were not good. and more spoilers, vil and rook saw it before you could run and get them fixed by a professional.

author’s note : courtesy of me messing up my own hair :’)

“scissors, scissors…” you hum to yourself as you place your comb on the coffee table. “do we have any scissors around here?”

“i think ace left a pair for us on top of the fireplace!” grim replied through huffs as he hauled a mirror much larger than himself. epel took a seat, watching as you rummaged for it. he had a pretty bad feeling about this.

“say, prefect, do you really know what you’re doin’?” he questioned nervously, sinking back into the sofa.

“you’re worrying over nothing, epel. of course i know what i’m doing! besides, if i mess up, i can have grim fix it! anyways, we have everything we need, we’re all set now!” you announce, skipping over to sit beside him.

“grea—” epel choked when he saw the kind of scissors you were planning to use. they were bright and colorful, and the last time he saw them was probably in like 2nd grade. “—wavy craft scissors?! your bangs are gonna be super weird looking, y’know that?”

you huffed as you grabbed the comb and started brushing a small section of hair in front of your face. “it’s the only thing i have! i don’t feel like going and buying proper ones from sam, and i don’t wanna go all the way to another dorm to borrow a pair.” you grabbed the spray bottle and wetted your hair. “besides, i can make it work… probably.”

“hard to believe it when ‘ya sound so unsure.” epel sighed, narrowing his eyes at you. but whatever, he won’t try and talk you out of it. he’ll just sit there and hope things go alright.

(… he was foolish for having a shred of hope.)

you positioned the scissors at the middle of your forehead. “how’s here?”

“that’s perfect!” / “that’s too short!” grim and epel shouted at the same time. you started cutting anyways, but stopped once the words registered. now one side of your face had squiggly bangs and the other was left untouched.

“what do you mean too short?!”

“vil’s talked to me about this before! ‘said people usually cut their bangs a little lower! anything shorter than that can look tacky!”

“you should have said something!” you wailed, gripping the half-cut side of your bangs.

“i did—! ah, whatever..” epel groaned, slapping his hand against his forehead. “well, don’t just leave half of it cut. go all the way! commit!”

“grim, you do it! i don’t have the confidence to!” you sniff, holding the scissors out.

“leave it to me!” the cat-monster smirked, looping the scissors around his tiny paws as epel sprang out of his seat.

“hey, don’t—!!”

… so here the three of you were now. you had some fucked up bangs. epel and grim were wondering what to do.

“mmh.. let’s go and get them fixed by a pro?” epel suggested.

“yeah,” you simply replied before going upstairs to change. the two were waiting for you downstairs, then they heard a knock at the door.

“i’ll get it!” epel shouted. he froze as soon as he opened it. vil and rook, in the flesh.

“ooh, monsieur pommette! what a lovely surprise!” rook cooed.

“a lovely surprise, alright, ehehe..” epel coughed. “so, uh, what brings you here?”

“delivering a package for the prefect.” vil held up a fancy-looking purple box. “inside of it is skincare— my brand, of course. they’ve been dying to get their hands on it. now, if you could move over for us, we’ll—”

“epel! who’s at the doo— ah.”

upon seeing your new haircut, rook let out a surprised ‘oh!’ as he covered his mouth with his hand and vil’s eye twitched.

“just what have you done to your hair?”

vil schoenheit

he’s no hairdresser, but he knows a thing or two, and he will fix your hair. it’s a bit difficult for him to find a way to salvage it at first, but he decides he’ll turn it into a stylish choppy look. (maybe a bit similar to how che’nya’s looks. you and him can twin, how cute!)

“honestly, you couldn’t have just gotten it done professionally? how did you even manage to get it to this point?” vil muttered.

“look, me and grim were looking for a way to save madol. we gotta eat, y’know? the headmaster’s not paying me for saving people’s lives, unfortunately.” you pout. “by the way, you’re not making me pay for this, are you?”

rook hunt

he’s still able to find things to compliment about your bangs, and he’s doing it all throughout the time vil is fixing it. kudos to him for seeing the bright side of things! though it’s hard to tell if he’s actually a fan of the look or just trying to make you feel better.

“ooh la la~! such an innovative hairstyle you’ve come up with, trickster! i’ve never seen anything quite like it! it’s… different! it compliments your face so nicely, and—”

“rook, they’re exhausted enough, i don’t think you’re helping.” vil sighed as he carefully snipped at your hair.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #vil x reader #rook x reader #epel x reader #gn reader

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arecaceae175 · 1 year

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The results are in...

Glad we're all in agreement XD

"Is Twilight coming?" Sky asked. He was tucked comfortably underneath a blanket and he had bribed Four into snuggling with him.

"Nope," Wild said as he plopped down on the couch. "There's a dog in the movie. Twi refuses to watch action movies with animals because he's too afraid they'll get hurt the whole time."

"Of course he is," Warriors said with a laugh. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and leaned back, slinging an arm over Wind's shoulders.

"Wait, does the dog die?" Hyrule exclaimed as he abruptly sat up. He nearly knocked Legend's popcorn off his lap. Legend scowled and wrapped a protective arm around the bowl.

"The dog is only there for a few minutes and it's completely fine. Twilight just doesn't believe me. Something something 'you don't even like dogs, why would I listen to you,'" Wild said, lowering his voice in a mocking imitation of Twilight's southern drawl.

"But does the dog die??" Wind asked, leaning over to grip onto Wild's arm and shake.

"No! The dog is fine, I promise!" Wild said with a laugh, lightly pushing Wind away. Wind settled back on the couch, but still had his squiggly frown in place. Warriors ruffled his hair with a laugh and Wind swatted his hand away.

"Can we watch the movie now?" Wild asked.

"Here we go!" Sky said, clicking the play button on the remote.

~ ~ ~ ▲ ~ ~ ~

The credits rolled to an end and the screen faded to black. Wind, Hyrule, and Four were asleep. Hyrule was sprawled against Legend, so Legend was effectively trapped. Wind was curled up next to Warriors with his head in Warriors' lap and his feet tucked under Wild's legs. Four had his head pillowed on Sky's shoulder, snug underneath a blanket and Sky's sailcloth. Popcorn and candy wrappers were scattered across the room, but there was not a single ring from drinks on the coffee table. Warriors was, as he proudly proclaimed, the King of Coasters.

"That was pretty good," Legend said.

"Yeah, it was. Good choice, Wild," Warriors agreed.

"Thanks! I thought you'd like it. What did you think, Sky?" Wild asked. He turned to look at Sky and saw Sky wiping his face with the blanket.

"Sky?" Wild asked. Sky sniffled and raised his head up. His eyes were red and there were tear tracks on his face.

"Uh, you okay?" Legend asked.

More tears gathered in Sky's eyes as he smiled and waved his hand towards the screen. "They're-" His voice broke, and he sniffled again. "They're in love."

Legend and Warriors groaned in unison. Warriors let his head fall onto the back of the couch in exasperation. Wild laughed and shook his head.

"That wasn't even the point of the movie! They saved the world," Wild said.

"They saved the world and then they got a happy ending!" Sky said, voice thick with tears. "They saved the world, and- and they did it together, and...”

“We get it, you’re not aroace like the rest of us, and you’re in love,” Legend said with a roll of his eyes and a fond smile. Sky blinked more tears out of his eyes and nodded vigorously.

Warriors patted Sky on the shoulder. “Do you need a hug, buddy?” Warriors asked. Sky nodded and, carefully so he wouldn’t dislodge Four, leaned into Warriors’ embrace.

“Bring it in,” Warriors said, wrapping an arm around Sky. Sky snuggled into his side as Warriors pet his hair.

“I’m glad you’re in love and happy,” Warriors said fondly. Sky laughed, thick and watery.

"And they found a family!!!!" Sky said. "They were strangers, and then they found a family, and they fell in love, but they have more that that! Just- just like us!" Sky said.

Wild scooted closer to Warriors and leaned over Wind to join the cuddle pile. He reached out until his hand was on Sky's shoulder and squeezed it fondly.

"We love you too, Sky," Wild said. "But the movie was about killing monsters. I think we should circle back to the killing of the monsters."

#:D #ace writes #ace has polls #poll result mini fic #linkeduniverse #linked universe #modern au #lu sky #lu wild #lu four #lu warriors #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #the lu boyos

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stillbeatingheart · 6 months

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Face of the Moon excerpt Chapter 9: Name

My mother named me Tilde because she liked the way it felt in her mouth, she liked the way her tongue and lips moved around the consonants. In mathematics it means negation. In English it’s most often used in place of about, it’s an approximation. And in some languages it’s used to note a change of pronunciation.

Truth is, she was probably high when she was filling out the papers. And in the years since, she probably felt some need to explain it when people asked, when people wanted to know why she named her kid the title of a squiggly line.

Amory’s not a word either, but at least it’s unfamiliar enough that most people think it’s just some creative forward-thinking name, some play on amour or something clever. It’s not clever, it’s a town in Alabama that Mom passed through once in the passenger seat of an 18-wheeler while she was hitchhiking across the country. Yes, hitchhiking. How times have changed. In not so many years. Maybe we just think times have changed because it’s not romanticized anymore, it’s something for bums and junkies, not for hippies and broke travelers. Now that the gap year has a name and only rich kids get to do it, it’s not about finding yourself. It’s about losing yourself, or getting lost in the process of becoming an adult.

Mom got lost. And no amazing grace was about to save her. Peyote either.

I never really thought about my name. Only when kids teased me about it being a girl’s name but that didn’t last long when they realized I wore girls clothing too, and owned it. I’d never be one of those kids that apologized with my stance or by trying to blend in, I always knew who I was and what I liked and it didn’t matter to me if others didn’t get it. It wasn’t up to them to understand. It never will be.

People say they just want to be understood. They just want to be around people who get them. Maybe that’s how it was with Jacy. We spent our separate childhoods orbiting the same monsters with different faces, we knew without having to speak any of it. Maybe that’s what it means to be understood. To have the silence and know what it means.

Could I live without it? Yeah. Of course. I’d lived without it before him and I’d live without it after him. The problem is that once you have something for the first time, a part of you awakens. Turns out, that part is hard to kill once it’s come to life.

Ebook available on B&N

#face of the moon ebook #face of the moon novel #face of the moon chapter 9 excerpt #ebook #novel #fiction #literary fiction #novel publishing #self publishing #queer characters #nonbinary character #bisexual character #jacy wilder #tilde hart #love story

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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Hi Squiggly! In honor of the new movie coming out in Japan, might I ask for Haikyuu for the ask game?

WAIT THERE'S A MOVIE COMING OUT? Oh, that's so exciting! I can't wait for it come around where I'm at! Anywho- I've gotcha covered!

who’s the most ticklish character: Hinata!

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t: Fukunaga. I think most assume he's ticklish given he finds himself instigating caught up in tickle wars, but so far no one's yet to find a spot that really gets him.

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles: Hinata! Or Kenma- depends on the team. Sometimes both of them at the same time during group practice!

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others: If it's Karasuno, Nishinoya. He and Tanaka make up the tickle team there. Outside of them, Bokuto! He's got every captain's weakness memorized!

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about: Yamaguchi knows the exact rib to get if he wants to hear Tsukishima pig snort. He's sworn to secrecy, though, so the information can never be shared. *coughseventhribcough*

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars: Bokuto! Look at him- he's a walking tickle monster hehehehe

which character has a kink for tickling: Kuroo! I don't know- look at his face and tell me he doesn't have one 👀 XD

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them: Kageyama! I think as a kid he knew he was ticklish, but it wasn't until he became besties with Hinata that he realized just how ticklish he truly was, you know?

which two characters have tickle fights all the time: Kageyama and Hinata! It's a warzone! If not them, Bokuto and Kuroo!

Thanks for asking! :D

#squiggily plays #ask game #give a series tickle edition #tickle #haikyuu!!#I really like this game akrjeakjrkjaerkjaejkraejkr

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Five

Teshteal: *notices the jealous ferret* Someone's a little grumpy pants. *opens Gilbert's cage and picks up the annoyed noodle. Playfully wiggles him back and forth* Hello mister grumpy noodle.

Gilbert: (A very jealous wiggly noodle, his eyes are completely focused on his Joyce as he licks his nose and shoots the two puppies the stink eye. The heck is she doing holding two little sausages that just cry, eat, and poop everywhere all day?!? Obviously he’s the better and the finest of the squiggly bunch, he’s the one who’s always been there for Joyce when she was having a difficult day and crying. It should be him cuddling her right now!!)

Joyce: (Too busy with the two little puppies to notice that her pet ferret is envious that she’s giving other creatures attention instead of holding him)

Nick: *nods and picks her up, gently supporting her from the backs of her thighs like he's holding a toddler* It's alright. I'm here.

Jasmine: (Wraps her arms tightly around her Dads neck and clings to him once again like a baby koala with a pitiful whimper. She opens her mouth to tell him about her horrible nightmares and the terror she felt from it and his sudden disappearance, but quickly closes her eyes instead as she hides her face in the crook of his neck and trembles)

Ma: (Sits up from the bed now that’s she no longer has to hold Jas, taking another tissue to wipe the waterworks from the teen off her before buttoning up her nightdress) “I’m afraid she had several nightmares that kept her up, it was a bit difficult to keep her calm throughout the night.” (Gives the girl a somber look as she stands)

Nick: *somberly* That's been the norm around here lately. *rubs the small of her back* Wish there was something I could do to make them go away.

Teshteal: *catches the look* Oh, you're a jealous noodle! Jealous little baby boy! *to Joyce* I think your son wants your attention.

Joyce: (Looks up from the bed, smirking at the two) “Ah, someone has let the green eyed monster take control. Well then, he’s gonna hate me later when-... EW-! STOP!” (Swats at her face when the puppies both jump up to lick the inside of her mouth when she speaks, sputtering and spitting into her arm) “That’s disgusting!” (Rises from the bed and runs out of the room to go wash her mouth in the bathroom) “I'll be right back!”

Puppies: (Try to follow her but are too afraid to jump off the bed so they just wiggle their little butts while yapping after her)

Teshteal: *jumps when Joyce yells at the puppies. He holds Gilbert close to his chest protectively and just stares at the door, every sense on high alert*

Jasmine: (Nuzzles as close as she can to her father, focusing the gentleness of his rubs as she sniffles)

Ma: “Mhm, not much of a surprise there. PTSD induced nightmares can be tricky to work through, especially with extreme cases such as hers.” (Leans down to grab Jasmine’s dress from off the floor) “Any idea why she decided to take this off? I figured it was because she was hot, but she refused when I offered to get a lighter set of pajamas.” (Airs it out, walking over to hang it up on he clothes rack she brought in next to the other coats and shirts she had washed and ironed)

Nick: I'm not sure. She has a tendency to deny herself nice things. Must be another symptom of her condition.

Gardio: Alright. After I connect this wire, I need you to stay as still as possible so I can install your new armor correctly.

Lucille: *nods* Okay!

Gardio: *connects the wire to her hand, soldering it in place*

Lucille: *eyes widen at the feeling of having a properly working arm again. If she concentrates she can get the blade to pop out just just above the wrist at the back* It works!

Gardio: Yes, and now for the armor. Retract your blade, please? *holds a piece of plating up with a slot cut into the side*

Lucille: *closes her eyes and gets her blade to go back into her arm*

Ma: “That sounds about accurate to how she acted prewar times, but that was usually for the benefit of one of her friends or siblings.” (Reaches into the mini fridge below the nightstand and pulls out one of the baby bottles with water, placing it on top just in case)

Jasmine: (Coughs and then chokes on a sob, clawing at Nicks shirt as she tightens her grip on him)

Ma: (Starts freshening up the room by opening the blinds to let some sunlight in and picking up anything that was dropped on the floor)

Gilbert: (Very confused noodle baby as to why he’s being held so tightly by the random guy who now faintly smells like his Joyce, but whatever…)

Joyce: (Quickly washes out her mouth in the sink then runs back into her room, trying to keep a serious face while glaring at the two puppies) “We need to work on boundaries…”

Puppies: (Toppling over each other on the bed, their little tails wagging even faster when they see she returns)

Joyce: (Can’t keep a straight face and she starts laughing again, not noticing her boyfriends expression)

Teshteal: *scooting back further on the bed with Gilbert still held tightly to his chest. He keeps staring at Joyce warily. He wraps his tail around himself*

Joyce: (Walks over to pet the two sausage babies, looking up and finally noticing Teshteal backing away and his expression. Her smile disappears and her face gets riddled with worry as she steps back towards the door) “Oh, what’s wrong…?”

Gardio: *starts fastening the armor to her arm and hand with pliers and bolts*

Nick: *pats her back sweetly* It's alright, kiddo...

Jasmine: (Shifts and whines with discomfort and fear from her nightmare and the pain from her wounds, the tears dripping down her face dampening Nicks shirt)

Ma: (To Nick as she pulls out another box of tissues) “Detective Chapel was kind enough to hold her while I briefly went downstairs to get somethings done. He did a wonderful job at keeping Rosie calm.” (Rubs her hands together) “I ought to go check up on everyone and get started with the day, do you need anything before I go? I’m sure Donny will be here soon.”

Nick: *sits in the rocking chair, dabbing away more of Jas's tears with tissues* If you have some more formula, I'm sure Rosie could use a meal. Otherwise, just keep that old lullaby playing. *kind smile at the older woman. He's not at all surprised at Gardio being able to keep her calm. The man was a big softy to any kid that was brought in to the station for safe keeping after a nasty domestic disturbance*

Jasmine: (Whines in complaint when she hears about the baby bottle again, hiding her face away in Nicks shoulder while refusing to be cradled like an infant as she clings to him)

Ma: (Nods and pulls out the baby formula bottle she had made the previous night and hands it to Nick, patting Jas’s back) “Here you go, Dad. Your little one needs all the nutrients she can get if she wants to feel better.” (Warmly smiles back at the two)

Jasmine: (Huffs in response, biting down on her tongue)

Ma: (Frowns at the girls stubbornness, remembering how she struggled in her sleep) “Maybe give Rosie some time to wind down first before feeding her.”

Nick: I think you're right. *sets the bottle aside for now*

Teshteal: *blinks, trying to reorient himself. Simply but quietly* You yelled.

Joyce: (Presses back against the door) “Not at you, at the dogs. And I meant it in a playful sense...” (Clasps her hands together, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously) “I’m sorry if I scared you...”

Teshteal: *realizes how nervous she is and gets off the bed. He walks over, still holding Gilbert to his chest* I'm sorry... It's me. I'm a jumpy hypervigilant mess that gets scared at even the most playful yells. It's a wonder I've lived this long being this scared.

Joyce: (Looks her boyfriend over with worried eyes, nodding her head after a moment and relaxes) “I was jumpy at first too when I first left the Institute…” (Reaches over to scratch Gilbert’s fuzzy head) “It’s okay, it takes some time to adjust.”

Gardio: *getting the tiny bits of fingercasing is difficult because it's so small. His hands may have less mass now but they're still pretty large*

Lucille: *has a smaller hand so she has to help him with attaching things.

Pirate: (Stretches out on the bed next to Donny in his room with a loud puppy yawn, forcing him further against the wall)

Donovan: (Mumbles with annoyance in his sleep, shifting to a more comfortable position while remaining pillowless)

Ma: (Gives them both a nod before leaving the room, heading into the attic to check on her other guests. She quietly stands at the top of the stairway with a small smile, not wanting to disturb the father and daughter working together)

Jasmine: (Whimpers and sniffles at her previous night terrors, feeling sicker and weaker by the minute as the repeating words drill into her head. She suddenly lifts her head so she can look directly at Nick, keeping her arms around him. She stares at the old synth while remaining silent and expressionless, her head tilted to one side inquisitively like she’s trying to read him. Or perhaps she’s trying to make a gateway straight into his soul with her haunting doll eyes that give a crystal clear view into her own tormented soul)

Nick: *catches that look and gives her a kind reassuring smile* I'm here, doll. I'm here. *gently strokes her hair with his good hand* Love ya, kiddo.

Gardio and Lucille: *both too focused on their work to notice Ma.*

Lucille: You've gotten pretty good at robot modifications, Dad. And here I thought you only knew how to fix cars.

Gardio: Cars aren't all that different under the hood, sweety. Besides, you built that centry bot and robot build station in less than a few hours. I don't think you realize how impressive that is.

Lucille: *rolls her eyes* Please. That's nothing. Factories built robots in seconds-

Gardio: It usually took a skilled robot expert an entire day to cobble a protectron together back in the day.

Lucille: They were able to take their time, too. I don't have that luxury, Dad.

Teshteal: I don't know... it's been over a hundred years and I'm only just now feeling "normal."

Joyce: (Thinks it over with herself, trying to come up with the right words) “Well... How long have you been in good living conditions? That plays a big role in how you heal from trauma...”

Gilbert: (Wiggles in Teshteal’s arms, trying to reach for his Joyce now that she’s close. Obviously she’s upset about something, so now he’s needed as an emotional support raccoon scarf)

Ma: (Quietly leaves and heads into her sons room, carefully peeking her head in. She crosses her arms when she sees his current sleeping situation that can’t be too comfy) “Pirate.”

Pirate: (Lazily lifts her head with a low woof, like she’s responding to Ma with a “what” like she isn’t taking up all the bed space along with most of the blanket and pillow)

Ma: (Shoos Pirate off the bed, tenderly lifting up Donny and sets him down on the center of his bed on his pillow. She drapes the blanket back over him, tucking it in snuggly)

Jasmine: (Gets a little glimmer in her dead, dull eyes that are still dripping tears as she raises her hand to gently run her fingers down the side of Nick's cheek and neck, feeling the rough out texture of what makes up his skin. Her eyes slowly glaze over the cracks and wear and tear on the synthetic skin on his face and neck, blinking at the missing patches that expose his metal skeleton and the wires that run through his body. She’s not looking at him with judgment or with disgust, more with childlike curiosity than anything if one can even read her true emotions through her almost soulless deadpan expression)

Nick: *not changing his facial expression as she explores his face. His joints in his jaw can get pretty pinchy*

Gardio: *sighs defeatedly* I just think you're very good at what you do, sweetheart. Even if you don't think so. *pauses to pet her head*

Teshteal: *lets the noodle go to his owner so he can do his job* A day or so... I wandered a lot for most of my life then I lived in a dumpster next to my childhood home. It was cozy but it was also kind of... dirty.

Gilbert: (Immediately snuggles under his Joyce’s neck when he’s handed to her, sniffing her over to check that she’s alright)

Joyce: (Holds her fuzzy scarf close, listening to her boyfriend speak with more worry glistening in her eyes when she hears that he’s only been living “normally” for a day) “And you were alone out there….” (Reaches out to take his hand)

Teshteal: *doesn't stops her but his grip isn't tight. He's lost in his thoughts again* Yes... not that anyone would want me around. I'm too annoying and stupid. Everyone leaves or gets sick of me eventually.

Jasmine: (After a moment she takes Nick’s exposed metal hand in one of hers while keeping the other on his cheek, running her fingers over the frame of his palm and up his forearm where the skin had probably been torn off long before she showed up, blinking in thought. Next she takes his covered hand and intertwines her much smaller and softer fingers with his, holding them up slightly. She stares at their joined hands and the one on his face with a tilted head like she’s examining the vast contrast of his palish white skin and her warmer golden honey tone)

Nick: *gently nods at her holding his hands*

Jasmine: (Releases his hand and goes back to feeling his face and neck with both of her hands, tilting her head to the other side as her inquisitive eyes study the largest tears in his neck and forehead. She carefully traces her fingers over them, lightly brushing over his metal skull and jaw and the missing patches in his neck. If she was fully aware of what she was doing or even where she was, she’d apologize because she just started touching Nicks face and neck while staring intently at him out of the blue without at least asking first. But she doesn’t look a bit ashamed as she takes in a full profile of Nicks unique features, still just full of childlike curiosity but she’s not saying anything as her brain defaults to the basics of what she knows. It was another thing the vault taught her, to not ask questions, especially when you could figure out the answers for yourself. Better that everyone think you know nothing when you in fact know everything)

Joyce: (Gently squeezes his hand, looking at him with the most caring and sweet eyes) “Hey... I promise I’ll never just leave you like that. That's just horrible...” (Moves to pull him in close so she can comfort him)

Teshteal: You haven't seen me at my most insufferable. You'll see why people abandon me.

Lucille: *still helping her dad with her hand*

Nick: *wondering why she's doing this* You act like you've never seen my face before. We both know that's not true.

Jasmine: (Looks directly into his eyes as she slowly blinks without answering, her hand on his neck moving down to take his good hand once more and lock their fingers together. She leans forwards to affectionately press her forehead against Nick’s while her thumb strokes his cheek, her hand squeezing his as she closes her eyes) (Quietly and hoarsely) “Dad.” (Says it like she’s knighting him a title despite having calling him her father for the past few days out loud and even longer in her own head)

Joyce: (Puts her arm around her boyfriends shoulder, setting down Gilbert on the bed so she can cup his cheek and lift his face to her) "Teshteal, love..."

Gilbert: (Offended that he was just tossed onto the bed like nothing, his mouth dropping open. He tries to jump and make a fuss about it but he gets attacked by two mini sausages who see him as a loooong version of themselves)

Teshteal: *his sad, doubtful, and fearful eyes glisten with tears as he looks up at her beautiful face. How can she possibly love an unlovable monster like him?*

Nick: *that worries him but he's not showing it. Reassuringly* I'm here, doll...

Jasmine: (New tears well up in her eyes as her bottom lip trembles, her face briefly filling with pain and fear from her thoughts, but gets followed by recognition and deep fondness for her father. She lets go of his hand just so that she can wrap both of her arms tightly around Nick and hide her face in the crook of his neck) “Daddy…” (Just needed to cement who he was to her in her own fractured mind, make sure she doesn’t go on and rewrite him as anything less. Since she has no grip on reality, he's really the only person keeping her in it right now)

Joyce: (Slowly starts rubbing his shoulder, her emerald eyes sparkling with adoration) “If I can’t love you when you are at your worst, then I can’t say I truly care about you at all...”

Gilbert: (Squeaks in annoyance as he’s trampled and overwhelmed with puppy feet and kisses)

Teshteal: *a tear falls from his eyes. Voices scream that he doesn't deserve this kindness. This pure acceptance. That he's lucky Gardio himself put up with him before the war. He'll mess this up. He always does. She doesn't deserve that-*

Nick: *rubs circles in her back gently* It's okay, kiddo...

Jasmine: (Her mind blares and shrieks louder and adds more haze to her vision, but she just cuddles up closer with a small whimper. She then carefully rearranges herself so she’s cradled in Nick’s lap like a baby with her arms still around him, nuzzling back up against his chest with a small hum of content at the familiar scent of cigarette along with the sound of his inner machinery whirling. All signs that she is in the warm safety that is Dad)

Ma: (Downstairs warming herself some breakfast, frowning when she remembers that the med room is probably bloody again and is in need of cleaning along with the top of the lighthouse. They’ll have to replace the glass up there, which means ordering new ones from the main farm unless they can find some all the way out here)

Joyce: (Wipes the tear of his face) “And I mean it. I care about you as you are, Teshteal. Flaws and all.” (Opens her arms wide to offer a full hug with a gentle and warm smile) “Come here, if it’ll make you feel better…”

Teshteal: *carefully and shyly approaches to give his girlfriend a hug. Whispers* I always ruin good things... it's only a matter of time... *rests his head on her shoulder nervously*

Joyce: (Encases Teshteal in a tight embrace, slowly rubbing the back of his head and neck as she sways from side to side) “And what could you possibly do to ruin this? I already said I love you as you are, so what could change that?”

Gilbert: (Squeaks in annoyance on the bed, shooting daggers at the puppies that are keeping him from running back to his Joyce)

Puppies: (Have no clue that the strange noodle dog finds them ti be a nuisance, they just wanna play)

Nick: *just keeps reassuringly rubbing her back and shoulders to calm her down*

Jasmine: (Sniffles on some tears, briefly turning away from her Dad to cough in her arm before she returns to cuddling as close to him as she can. She would hide in his coat if he was wearing one to help her feel closer and more secure, but she instead just grips onto his shirt while taking deep breaths)

Teshteal: You have no idea what kind of monster they were turning me into... You saw those mutants. I barely broke a sweat. It only takes one specific word to make me snap and mindlessly kill every last living thing within a 100-mile radius. *closes his eyes tearfully* I was made to infiltrate, torture, and kill. All it would take is for someone to say the right word in the right way for me to hurt you. *grips her shirt tightly* You're making a deal with the devil by choosing to love me.

Joyce: (Gently tilts her boyfriends face so he’s looking up at her, her emerald green eyes staring back at him thoughtfully) “But I know why you killed those mutants, it wasn’t for your own personal gain. And if you were to ever hurt me, I know it would never be on purpose. So what kind of monster are you guilty of being?”

Nick: *nods. Softly* Easy, doll... easy...

Jasmine: (Shifts uncomfortably, then raises her head to look at Nick with teary eyes. She makes the “T” sign and twists her hand side to side to sign that she needs to use the bathroom)

Nick: *nods* Alright. Read you loud and clear. *stands and takes her to the bathroom. He leaves the door gapped so he can keep an eye on her without invading her privacy*

Teshteal: *sniffs* The kind that finds joy in the kill. I do enjoy it in a sick sense. There's a... a rush. Raiders used to enjoy throwing me against feral ghouls and all sorts of things they could fight... including other people. And I loved every second of it until I realized what exactly I had done. You shouldn't trust me. *quietly* No one should...

Joyce: (Lightly taps the bottom of his chin) “I’ll be honest, I have a hard time believing that you really enjoyed that… Not after I’ve seen how kindhearted you are. And you say that you eventually realized what you were doing and stopped? That’s better than continuing killing…”

Jasmine: (Leans on the sink for balance and catches a warm sun beam on her face from the window above, making her stop with wide eyes. She feels a prickle on her skin that almost feels like a light buzzing massage, wheels turning in her head when it registers what this is and her mind muffles out everything else. She quickly uses the toilet and washes her hands, then snatches a towel from under the sink and wraps it over her shoulders to cover up as she carefully climbs out of the window and up onto the roof without making much noise, being small and nimble enough to do so and devoted hard enough to reach the sunlight that it becomes her primary goal, which means she temporarily forgets about her previous fears about being separated from Nick and the pain from her wounds)

Lucille: *testing her dexterity in her newly modified arm and hand* Wow. Nick would barely recognize his old arm. *making her hand into a first* You did good, Dad.

Gardio: *proud smile* Wouldn't have been able to do it without you...

Nick: You good in there? *checks and notices the window's open. Wordlessly rushes to it and looks outside to find her. He turns and leans his back out of the window to look up and catches a brief glimps of her feet* What is she doing up there? *climbs out himself*

Jasmine: (Doing her best to only let her knees, feet, and hands touch the dirty roof as she crawls to get away from the ledge, hissing through her teeth with the pain moving brings. She looks around and finds that a platform with a staircase that leads back to the ground was added to the top of the roof, her first though being that it’s a lookout point but then she sees that a double reclining sun lounger has been placed on the platform, making a nice place to relax and enjoy the breeze or the sun)

Nick: *from afar, but he's raised the volume of his voice so she can hear* Decided to get some fresh air, hm? Why didn't you just say so? *isn't all to opposed to her climbing on the roof- she's pulled more dangerous skits than this. Besides if it isn't hurting her, then why should he stop her*

Teshteal: ...I only stopped when they were dead. *wants her to realize just who she's holding. A monster. A demon. A bloodthirsty beast.*

Joyce: (Still swaying him lovingly side to side as she starts to pet his hair again to comfort him) “And how did you feel about that after it happened? Has it changed to how you feel now?”

Ma: (Finished her food and is cleaning the med room once again, scrubbing away any blood that was dribbled onto the floor or on the cot)

Jasmine: (Snaps out of it at the sound of Nick's voice and stops crawling, turning around to face him. She sits on her knees while she blinks to process her commanding thoughts that had almost completely taken a hold without her noticing. She points to the sun, then to the platform with lounge chair to try and help express and sort her jumbled mind) “…..…” (Suddenly whimpers loudly as she holds out her arms to her Dad to be picked up when it hits her that she is currently in extreme pain because of her wounds and at the fact that she's outside while only in her undies and a towel that's draped around her shoulders. A very stupid decision on her part, but she wanted to bask in the sunshine)

Nick: Okay, Rosie. *nods and scoops her up. He takes her to the lounge chairs and holds her in his lap so she can enjoy the sunlight*

Jasmine: (Raises her face to the warm sun, humming softly as she relaxes in her Dads arms completely and the fear melts away. It’s warm out today, winter finally kicking the bucket and letting spring arrive. She ends up tossing aside the towel so she can feel more of the suns rays on her, although she’s still covered in bandages)

Teshteal: I felt like I was some uncontrollable beast and now I'm not sure if it's even safe to be close to people...

Joyce: (Frowns a little) “But everybody needs somebody in their life… Besides, you seem pretty tame to me. If you were so uncontrollable, would you have hurt the girl for attacking Donny upstairs? For putting me in danger?”

Teshteal: Not necessarily for hurting him- but if the circumstances were right, the programming might push me to do so since she's a higher ranked soldier. Even though we're safeguarding each other.

Joyce: (Blinks a little in confusion) “I’m sorry, I’m a little lost. Higher rank…? Safeguarding? And higher ranked soldier? She’s a little girl.”

Nick: *glad this is soothing her. It is pretty nice out for a change*

Jasmine: (Starts peeling off her bandages around her waist and chest, working a little too harshly as she’s done in the past because she can’t really coordinate her motor skills properly. Her wounds are still aching like mad and some are even still bleeding a little when she moves)

Teshteal: That vault made soldiers out of anyone who had potential. The best ones were ranked highest but even that life was torturous. It only proved how physically capable you were of taking someone else's life. They tried to condition us to be predispositioned to want to kill each other. So... if it weren't for the fact we're free of them and that we've decided to safeguard each other, one of us would be dead by now.

Joyce: (Eyes widen even more and she clutches Teshteal tighter) “But you don’t actually want to kill her even if you’re conditioned to, you saved her. And she doesn’t want to kill you either…”

Nick: *grabs her hands to stop her* I don't know why you want to peel these off so badly this time, but you need to stop.

Jasmine: (Whines in complaint like a toddler, shaking her head vigorously but she doesn’t struggle like usual. She tries to point to the sun while her hands are restrained, then at the cuts on her body like she’s trying to say there’s a connection between the two)

Nick: *wonders if the sun helps heal her wounds* Alright. But you're gonna have to let me take them off for you. I'm worried you might make the wounds worse. *starts gently removing the bandages* Just don't start clawing at yourself, alright?

Jasmine: (Nods and calms down, putting down her hands to let him take off the bandages. She stares up at Nick with childlike eye, keeping her focus on him so she doesn’t see the words she carved into her own skin)

Teshteal: I can't say if she doesn't want me dead but I certainly don't want her to die. *sadly* If our programming overrides our want to protect each other then I can't say either of us are safe.

Joyce: (Pulls back slightly to look at her boyfriend) “…Have you discussed this with the rest of your group? What to do if things get out of hand?” (Takes a deep breath) “And can she actually kill you if she wanted…?”

Teshteal: Nick has the code words- he's one of the ones with authority over both of us. I assume he can stop us if things get out of hand. *quietly* I haven't told Dio, yet... but I don't think he needs to know. *even quieter as he looks away from Joyce, remembering how inferior he is to Jas* Nick might not be fast enough to use them if she tries to kill me. I'll probably die first...

Nick: *very carefully removes the bandages for her, revealing the wounds to the sun*

Jasmine: (Sighs with relief when the bandages are finally gone, she felt like a mummy with all of them tightly wrapped around her. A very uncomfortable and restricted mummy. She stretches out with an adorable sleepy kitten yawn, slowly running her hands over herself as she hums sweetly again at the sunbeams hitting her terribly marred skin. Pretty soon, the prickling that she felt on her face starts to spread to wherever areas are under direct sunlight, a sign that her boosted healing enhancements are starting to work)

Joyce: (Squeezes his hand, again remembering how Jasmine had fought Donny and had the upper hand even when she was horribly injured, and her brother had said she wasn’t trying to hurt him. It frightens her a little to think that the girl is capable of doing more) “…That “might” doesn’t sound like something we can just leave hanging in the air. Not if safety is a concern.” (Gently cups Teshteals face, deep concern in her eyes)

Teshteal: You don't understand... there's nothing that CAN be done once she's targeting you that way. If she can't control herself and goes in for the kill, no one can stop her. It's a lost cause, either way.

Joyce: (Almost fearfully) “There has to be something...”

Nick: There. Better? *small smile down at the teen*

Jasmine: (Nods her head as she continues to stretch out, her eyes sparkling a little. She doesn’t normally use this method of healing as it requires her to strip down to her underwear or the equivalent of a two piece bathing suit then lay outside completely exposed in direct sunlight. Considering she’s normally dressed in layers and doesn’t even like removing her jacket when outside or in the presence of others, this usually would send splitting alarm bells in her head. Besides, why would she want to heal wounds that she purposely made to bring her relieving pain. But right now she has Dad watching over her and no one can see her up here unless they climb a tree so she feels completely safe, and she feels a little more compelled to heal her wounds this time around)

Ma: (Wonders if Nick would like to give his daughter some bone broth, its highly nutritious and should be easy on the girls stomach. She heads back to the guestroom to ask, finding them both gone. Puzzled she starts searching the house, checking everywhere except Joyce's room. When she finds no sign of them she heads into the attic and taps on the wall) “Do either of you two happen to know where Detective Valentine went? Both him and Rosalinda are missing from the room.”

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