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getoswhore · 2 years

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‘ CATTLE ‘N CREAM! — jean kirschtein.

☰ ft : farmer! jean x cow girl! f! reader

+ synopsis : jean is very adamant about being a responsible farmer with his cattle, and he never misses the very important day when they need milking... | est. 1.7k wc

cw/tw : sws + modern/farmer au, lactation kink, pussy drunk! jean, nipple play, lots of titty sucking :o, ‘lil manipulation ‘cause he's a lying perv, reader is a human/cow hybrid, pet names (jean calls reader cattle + sweetheart), praising, creampie/half cum shot, cum eating, this is kinda filthy and a little rushed at the end...

+ note : yesyes, ik–WE all know that i don't write for aot anymore :c but this was always one fic i RLLY wanted to post, sooo yeah :c also, @gabzlovesu ‘cause ik you were rlly excited for this :c + @jeanslove since she asked so nicely. <3

a ringing clap of bell peals roll through the sleeping farm like thunder; the singing metals clinking together as if their sound was twirling through the old ridden barn walls like alarms. and soon, the sleeping silence was quickly replaced with rising animals of all kinds mewing out in hunger, impatiently waiting to be fed.

with lazy eyes fluttering wide at the sudden racket to awake and prepare for a busy day, a clear view of new daylight unwraps its hues to the world through the small garden window ahead of you. it's still dim, but the plum rays peeking through the mountains tell you it's that time of the month again. you can even feel it too; a sudden sharp ache tingles in your chest, feeling more notable every time you move in your soft bed of golden hay, sensing your perk breasts feeling heavier and fuller, almost firmer too...

and all you can do is weep out in silent pain, waiting impatiently for when the farmer comes over to your stall–for when jean can dump the soft pallets of grass into your personal trough before you can show him your issue.

the palms of your hands and naked knees kiss at the golden floors before quickly rearing yourself up–fast and eager, hearing the familiar soft clicks of heavy feet make their way towards your stall.

widening eyes peering up in elation; muddy boots with farmyard muck stuck beneath them appear into your sight. and you catch glimpse of the freshly laundered coveralls fitting nicely around the tone of his thigh–the torn denim even fitting tight to his chest.

“mornin’ sunshine, how's my favorite little cattle doin’?” jean gives a warm smile, a bright one too with pretty teeth and with the fat of his cheeks rising high.

but seeing the small pout fixated on your features makes him frown.

“whats wrong? somthin’ bothering you–oh...”

he notices, quite quickly.

“already needin’ milking, huh? thought another week or so...” jean stares with wide, dilated eyes; a heavy gaze viewing a clear sight of your perk tits filled all round and full, almost too full where one little squeeze can make them leak.

he kneels down to open the small gate between you two, unlocking the locks and freeing an open space. jean gets close soon as he does, kneeling in to get a better look.

“poor girl, must be in so much pain being all filled up like this.” he kicks over a metal bucket close by, and you prep yourself up, getting eager and ready, knowing the tension is going to release...

“hm, must be extra sweet with them being this firm.” and he doesn't hesitate to test that theory; reaching an eager hand out with all five lilthe fingers curling around the soft mound of flesh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

like he had thought, a dribble of milk leaks through the thin, printed fabric you wear; the milky substance soaking through and a dark wet spot spreads around it, making you hone out. and he quickly glides a thumb over the hard pebbled peak pressing wetly against the cloth till he deemed enough.

jean pops his thumb into his mouth, tasting the sweet liquid soothe against his taste buds with savory delight.

he hums, “this is why you're my favorite, always sweeter than ever.” his soft words are like auditory caramel to your ears, rushing a perky smile to rise at your cheeks.

“yeah, ‘n that pretty smile of yours is my favorite too.” jean could feel his coveralls becoming a size too small by the second; his cock beginning to throb and pulse, erecting at just the pretty view of your half-naked body glowing before his eyes.

“alright, let's get you ready.” you lean in, letting the farmer clip his fingers around the thin stings of your bra and letting the fabric tumble down till it freed your perk breast. and your breasts bounce, jiggling down at the sudden release of your support as a cold shiver licks up your spine at the sudden slick breeze kissing at your skin.

jean’s leafy eyes couldn't peel off of the pretty view of your breast, boggling at how the pebbled peaks leak with fresh milk–ready to drink and savor...

and it made his mouth water.

“ya’ don't mind if i take one more little taste? just a little.“ jean gives you a gentle look, eyes almost droopy and filled with need.

you nod.

he's quick to latch both hands around your firm breast, clipping eager fingers around the tough skin and tugging lightly.

your throat bobs as you whine out, weeping at the slight pull, yet it felt so delicious; feeling more of your built-up liquid slick out and pebble around your hardened nipples before drooling down.

before collecting against his tongue.

you were too focused on the needy hands squeezing at your soft mounds and not on how jean nudged his face between your breast with a flat tongue sticking out long and ready.

he's never done this before.

it made your back arch with hooded eyes to glaze with euphoria, watching how he lapped at the sweet juices you gave to him with licks and broad, rough stripes across your perk nipple.

it made you feel... special to be treated like this, to have such appreciation...

jean leans back, feeling you twitch in his hold, “squeezing just hurts ya’, i think i know a way to ease the pain a lil’?” his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, catching the little droplets clinging at his skin.

head tilting in enthusiasm question, you wonder and he's more than ready to show you.

his mouth splays open wide with a wet velvet tongue laying flat to press against your hardened peak as he leans back in, drawing your nipple at the center hard into his mouth.

it's warm, wet, and foreign as his lips seal around your sensitive nipple, giving it a good suck till it fell in drops; milk practically pouring out with ease into his watering mouth. and jean was more than delighted to swallow down the honey-like beverage.

the soft hum he emits in satisfaction vibrates around your soft bundle of nerves, and the suckling sounds did something to you, deep inside you–those filthy, wet sounds rang in your ears as you watched how jean tenderly cradled your perk breast. you were just as entranced as he was nursing and lapping at the trickling juices, feeding off the sweet taste like a hungry little calf himself.

deep down, you wouldn't even be able the fathom the idea of how long jean has been thinking of this moment–ever since he’s got you–ever since he’s added you to his little farm, he's always fetishized this sick little scenario of sucking on your tits till milk spilled since day one...

jean squeezes your other desolate breast, pinching a thumb and forefinger before gently twisting in a half circle, forcing your whole body to shudder at the pull. it makes your skin spike with goosebumps, toes to curl and pretty eyes to knock to the back of your head.

it's addictive getting that response from you.

he can feel you tense up beneath his hold as he licks and sucks softly at your hard, sensitive tips back and forth between your nipple, and areola, and even the flesh around that, earning more of a delicious squirt of milk that quickly disappears across his tongue.

jean was so far gone too that the tent pitched in his coveralls went completely unnoticed–if he had been paying attention, he’d realize that his swollen cock was pearling with oozing pre and leaking just as much as your breasts were...

jean hesitates to pop off for a breather, but when he does, the cold lingering feel makes you whine out in need, and he almost felt bereaved when he did too.

his mouth was wet with translucent white, a pretty view of a slick shine gathering at the plump of his lips.

“fuck–taste so fuckin’ good.” his words are barely even words, only breathy and lost–too dazed at the fever dream coming to life.

“‘m wanna–fuck–wanna pump my milk into you, fuck you full with my milk? yeah? how does that sound? give you some of mine...” jean was fumbling over his words like the fingers fumbling over his gold-plated buckle.

and you can feel your cunt leaking at this point; pretty pussy pulsing a damp spot to form a little circle of slick and feeling the cool air hit against your cow-printed panties.

you groan, muscles flexing and cunt clenching desperately around nothing hungrily as you watch jean unzip his jeans desperately. embarrassingly, it takes him a few tries, too focused on the way how you lean back for him; pretty body lying still on your back with teasing legs spreading wide, breasts stretching out, pulled by gravity, everything seeking the centre as you cast your whole body open to him.

he curses at himself, almost drooling at the clear view of your pussy; the fat outline of your lips pressing hard against the thin cloth.

it makes his heavy balls tighten.

jeans throbbing cock finally bobs free from his confines; it's pretty, you think, a blushing pink at the crown, long and thick with bulging veins pulsing around the shaft, and oozing pearls of pre spills over, shining his tip raw with cum.

it twitches in his hand that fists it tightly and eagerly–giving it a long and quick stroke with a firm twist to the tip, and squeezing more of his pre to drool out sloppily.

you moan out nimbly at just the sight.

“like it baby? yeah? gonna like it more once i fill you up.” jean tugs aways at your panties, making view of your pretty pussy and gazing deeply at how it drools in marbling slick.

“such a pretty little cattle–my little cattle.”

he nudges the crown of his cock at your sopping entrance, already nudging himself between your slippery folds with greed. and he's quick to pull your legs around the slim of his waist as your bodies eagerly find the places where they need to meet; his heavy cock pressing in slowly till he couldn't anymore, filling you up in one swift motion of his hips buckling hard against yours.

your jaw hinges open, mouth left agape at the raw feeling of skin on skin–of his cock barreling deep into your cunt to the hilt.

enchanted at the soft touch of silken skin and harsher hair bumping against your puffy clit as he quickly finds a rhythm, a cruel one too, almost sloppy and uneven, but enough to make your mine trance off into a complete and utter mind-boggling daze.

your slick juices gush out by the intrusion, the slop of it drooling outside your little hole as he drags his cock into your inner gummy walls. jean groans out a pitiful moan, the sloppy mess of your pussy already creaming a translucent milky ring around the base of his cock makes his hips stutter, and eyes to even widen in fierce feral intent.

your breast bounce along in sync too as you roll eager hips to urge him in deeper–harder. and his mouth comes down between your jiggling chest to thank you with wordless kisses; suckling bites into the tender flesh as he rocks into you harder.

feeling the deep press of the crown of his cock kissing at your softest spots made not only your cunt to leak, but your breast to as well. a cute fall of milk pours down, even making a flow down to the middle of your tummy.

“fill you back up all nice and full f’me.” jean can feel his cock pulse as each thrust–at each heavy contact your skin clashes together with.

ankles locking behind his back as you clench, arche, twist, and writhe beneath him, you can feel him throb, deep. feeling how his aching cock grows bigger as he gets closer, his knot fixated only to fill you up till it was deemed.

thrusting his hips faster, he bottoms out with the final buckle and let's out a long and deep guttural moan as his cock spurts out thick ribbons of warm cum deep into the womb of your cunt. and he tries, he really tries to keep moving his hips to drag out his high, but instead slips out like a dog in heat–popping out of your little drooling pussy and cumming all over your tummy.

jean desperately tries his hardest to slip back into your warmth, but his body curls, hunching over at the stomach-churning high as a pitiful puddle of his sticky mess pools onto your skin.

he sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth, “i want–you gotta swallow this up, its good f’you, promise...” he's already grabbing your sweating, shaking hands to swipe up the globs of cum and breast milk sticking to your tummy to wipe up.

“lick it up–promise it'll be good for you, promise...” jean’s eyes are barely open, only a small peak of them can be seen through the thick of his lashes.

and your still trying to catch your breath, but the eager man prying your own sticky webbed hand to your mouth makes it impossible.

parting your swollen lips, you lap between your fingers, tasting the mixtures of salt and sweetness stick to your tongue and melt into your taste buds as you feel his thick cum leak out from your stretched little hole.

it's filthy, but it makes jean’s cock throb back into wake...

let's all support the good farmers–the ones who are passionate about their herds.

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picklebunbun · 3 months

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adoptive parent! reader + kenny, karen, and kevin

_____________★彡✩ミ★_____________

hc or oneshot/series?: Headcannons

gn reader, they/them prns

genre: bit of angst, fluff

romantic/platonic?: platonic

fandom: South Park

cw: mentions of abuse, mentions of child neglect, mentions of horrible living conditions

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scenario

you’ve heard of how horribly these three kids at south park were being treated, you’re heart immediately ached for them

they were all staying at a foster home, yiu’ve decided to adopt them

their clothes were raggedy with a few hole here and there, they had dirt all over their bodies and looks like they haven’t in years

actual hc

when the three went to your house, it was basically luxury than the house that they used to live in. Touching every little thing in your house

even though he’s the oldest out of the three, Kevin had no idea how to bathe himself or brush his teeth, so when teaching him these things, it was basically like mentoring a toddler

it certainly was nice to eat something other than half eaten poptarts and ice, you actually had a shocked face when seeing how skinny all of them were

Kenny would actually like a room with his little sister, he was always terrified that something would happen to Karen and he wouldn’t be there to stop it

Karen would make you play dress up with her, since she could actually get dolls and dresses. Karen definitely uses up all her princess makeup {not that good on actually putting it on}

During dinnertime, it was really hard to get used to, Karen always got scared of being yelled at for saying anything. Honestly, “dinnertime” back at the old house always made Kenny sick in the stomach but was pleasantly confused when it really wasn’t as bad as he thought

all of their moods significantly approved, even looking and smelling better at school. A lot of students were confused on how different they looked

it would be very wise to block out any 🌽 sites, just incase

the first month/week was extremely tough, it was pretty hard to get them to fully trust you, it’s not that they’re ungrateful, they’ve just gone through so much that it’s difficult to

When they do, it’s really nice, you get to have one-on-one conversations with you. It’s also nice to see them comfortable in your house rather than stand in the corner, scared

Kenny’s friends talk about the sudden change “is that your new parent?“ “yeah they’re really sweet!“ “thank god we don’t have to smell you anymore“

Kevin really likes racecars and comic books, he never had a chance to become an actual teenager and mostly fished with his dad, which he didn’t really like. So, when you bought him those things as a surprise for his birthday, he was absolutely estatic, jumping up and down

Karen likes getting her hair brushed, ever since she saw tangled, she sang the “healing“ song everytime you brush her hair. Karen also wears her Rapunzel tiara all the time, she likes the way it looks!

It was a little confusing seeung Kennt in a princess costume, but it really doesn’t matter, if he wanted to be a princess then he can {even if it’s for a stupid roleplay} you did his make-up and everything, which was nicely done may I add

In all seriousness, you seriously saved them, they can finally be normal kids and not have to worry if they have to eat the grass to survive tommorrow

~~~

#south park x reader #platonic #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick x reader #karen mccormick #karen mccormickxreader #kevin mccormick #kevin mccormick x reader #SoundCloud

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arag0rn2931 · 8 months

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The Nice Guys (a love story) - part one

part 2

Julie Healy (replacement of Jackson Healy) beats people up for money. When her job leads her to P.I. Holland March, her relatively simple life turns into something more dangerous and messy. She ends up having to work with Holland in order to find a missing girl named Amelia. Together, they uncover a government conspiracy whilst slowly falling for each other along the way. This is basically the plot of the movie The Nice Guys but I've replaced Russell Crowe's character with a woman, changed the dialogue a little and made her a love interest to Ryan Gosling's character.

Warning!! Lots of fluff (not in this part though… she’s beating him up), pining from Holland, enemies to lovers tropes, and more…

This story can also be found on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/348465727?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=cat_n0ir15&wp_originator=Q3ak6Nr2TwScSd1AF%2B0jeVcPp4VnqeK%2FFpG8h883%2ByZYGgU2PIxfNxKTA3u%2BJh01ac%2BkLHewo5ojbj06hTeBHh%2Fja2ZQ5QiF8Wa9pnTlj39KKAEKnk2wfWhkb8ga8dTF

*I don't own any of the characters or events that happen in the movie this is just an adaptation*

"Love. Wonderful, isn't it? The intimacy of being understood. I was in love once. But you can never be wise and be in love at the same time. Remember that.”

Julie woke up to the radio, the same thing she did every morning. She hadn't gotten much sleep but that wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Her watch sat on her bedside table which she picked up. She then put on her shoes. Usually she would sleep in her clothes because no one was around to tell her otherwise. It saved time. Time for what? She didn't know. Her flared jeans were tight on her body and they usually left marks along her stomach, but they were hidden by her jeans. Solve the problem by hiding the problem. The top she wore however looked a little off colour so she decided to wear a different, more colourful one, maybe dazzle her next target a little.

She made her way to the sink, got out her toothbrush and vigorously started brushing her teeth. Her fish tank sat close by and she went over to examine it as she brushed her teeth, sprinkling a bit of fish food inside. All her little fish bobbed their heads up and began eating the multicoloured specks of food on the surface.

"Equanimity," Julie said to herself, reading the 'Word of the Day' for October 26th. "The quality of being calm and even-tempered." She spat out her toothpaste then looked into the mirror as she spoke: "She accepted his betrayal with equanimity".

Julie grabbed her keys and her sunglasses then made her way out of the door, shimmying her long brown coat on as she switched the power off and closed the door behind her. She drove in her car to Holland March's house, her next target. Sunglasses on for this encounter. As she drove up to the house, she noticed a blonde girl around 13 years old counting her steps as she walked, pretending to open a door then sit down on the grass with a book that she began to read.

She pulled up to the house and got out of the car, surveying the area. It was a nice house, pretty big. The guy had a nice car too. She checked the paper Amelia had given her one last time to confirm she was definitely at the right house. An incident had occurred once where she beat up the wrong guy (7s and 1s look the same). After walking up to the door, she rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Sometimes she would get a little nervous before a job but today wasn't one of those days, she wanted to beat this guy up after seeing how scared he'd made that poor girl.

"Who is it?" Holland called from the other side of the door impatiently.

"Messenger service. Is Holland March home?" Julie responded.

Holland opened the door with a hint of annoyance in his eyes at being disturbed but that emotion was replaced by another as soon as his eyes landed on Julie. Damn it, Julie hated when they were attractive, it hurt her a little to damage pretty things. She moved her sunglasses to sit within her hair, her eyes surveying his with no barrier.

"And who might you be?" He leant against the doorframe with a smug little smirk on his face, his eyes slowly making their way up and down her figure. Never mind, Julie thought, this guy was an asshole. And with that she punched him hard in the face, making him stumble backwards. "What the fuck?" He muttered, then slammed himself against the wall and slid to the floor.

"Mr. March, we're gonna play a game." Julie picked him up by his arm aggressively. His bicep felt hard and strong against her hand. Not that she noticed.

"I think you have the wrong house," Holland gasped. Julie didn't like what he was suggesting with that comment so she chucked him across the room, sending him flying.

"It's called, 'Shut up unless you're me'," she kicked him which led to him being flung onto his back. He desperately tried to wriggle backwards away from her but a barricade soon blocked his progress.

"I love that game," Holland wheezed as he rested against the barricade. Julie took his wallet out of his jacket pocket that had come off him in the scuffle.

"You're a private investigator?"

"Look, there's 20 bucks in there, all right? Just take it."

"No, I'm not here for that. I told you, I'm a messenger," she said. She then made a point of looking around his house. "You can afford to live like this as a P.I.?"

"What's the message?" Holland asked angrily.

"Oh, right, right," Julie remembered, leaning down close to Holland's face, making direct eye contact. She cleared her throat. "Stop looking for Amelia, all right?" She smiled sarcastically as she poked his chest for each word, ending with a tap on his nose.

"I'm not even looking for Amelia. She's a person of interest, man," Holland responded with the air of a petulant child. "Fine. I'm done. Put a fork in me," he said, looking and gesturing to anything that wasn't Julie. He then realised what he'd just said. "Don't really put a fork in me," he pointed at her, resuming the direct eye contact. Julie lifted herself away from his eye line but his eyes followed her.

"Amelia is gonna be so happy that you got the message so quickly. It's gonna make her smile. That's good." Julie looked around the house again then back to Holland. "Now, ahem, I got one more thing I need to ask you before we're done here."

"You wanna know who hired me," Holland groaned.

"Bingo. Yeah," Julie smiled broadly, "Now we can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way."

"Glenn."

"What?"

"Lily Glenn. Two N's. Old lady hired me to find her niece on Tuesday."

"You just gave up your client."

"I made a discretionary revelation," Holland said as he pulled himself up again.

"No. No, you just gave her up. I asked you one simple question. You gave me all the information... What little respect I had left for you is now gone," Julie rolled her eyes.

"I though that's what you wanted," Holland replied. He then quickly leant over the counter to grab a gun from the cookie pot but Julie had already noticed. She punched him before he could shoot her. He dropped to the floor and the gun left his hand.

"Now, I'm very sorry that you didn't get the message," Julie said as she leant against the counter looking down at a groaning Holland.

"Me too," he sniffed. "But I get it now. I get it. I dig it." However he obviously hadn't as he began determinedly army crawling across the floor toward his gun. Yet Julie managed to kick it away from him before he could grab it. "Shit!" Holland lay his head on the floor in defeat.

"What about now?" Julie lifted up his chin so that Holland was looking at her, "You get the message now?"

"Yep," Holland nodded vigorously whilst looking into Julie's dark, brown eyes. They looked unnervingly cold.

"Are you sure?" Julie asked him as one would ask a child.

"Yeah. I'm-" Holland began to say but Julie dropped his chin from her grasp and his head hit the floor, hard.

"Alright then," she brushed herself off as she stood up tall. She walked around his tense body that was still on the floor. "Give me your left arm."

"Huh?"

"Your left arm. Give me your left arm. This one," she grabbed his left arm but Holland began to struggle.

"No!" He struggled under her grasp.

"Yeah, come on," Julie managed to grab Holland's arm and pulled it back behind his body whilst Holland screamed many refusals. "Did you cut yourself?" She asked, an ironically worried expression on her face. The cut looked very deep.

"I'm dealing with an injury," Holland responded childishly.

"Right, look, when you're talking to your doctor, just tell him you have a spiral fracture of the left radius," Julie held his left arm firmly.

"No. NO!" Holland shouted.

"Deep breath," Julie said, then twisted. A satisfying crack followed. A not so satisfying shriek came after as Holland reacted to the damage. "Do you mind if I have an apple?" No reply. Julie took one anyway. "All right, Mr. March. You have a good day, okay?" She took a bite of her apple then left.

As she walked to her car, apple in hand she was stopped by the same blonde girl she'd seen acting strangely before she'd met Mr. March.

"Hi," she smiled at Julie, a bag of groceries in her hand.

"Hey," Julie responded as she opened her door.

"Want a Yoo-hoo?"

"A Yoo-hoo? Are you kidding?" Julie turned around, chucking her finished apple behind her. She looked into the bag and took out a Yoo-hoo. "Oh, yeah. You know, I haven't had one of these in about 20 years."

"Are you a friend of my dad's?" The blonde girl asked with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah... we're um-"

"He never has girls over," the girl said with a sly sort of expression.

"Oh no, sweetheart. Your dad and I, we're, uh, business associates. He's inside, resting..." Julie confirmed with a small smile which the girl returned sweetly. "Didn't I see you crawling round a vacant lot a couple of blocks over?"

"Um, maybe," the girl looked behind her, slightly awkwardly. "I read there sometimes."

"Right," Julie nodded. "Thanks again for the Yoo-hoo," she said as she got into her car. The girl smiled and walked towards her house, completely unaware of her fathers' agony on the other side of the door.

"Bye," the girl said.

#holland march #holland march x reader #the nice guys #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fanfic #ryan gosling x reader #fan fiction #movie adaptation #fluff #imagine #the nice guys fanfic

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bunposting · 2 months

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Turns out an 80% hay diet - which House Rabbit Society purports as part of what they consider to be the only humane diet for rabbits - may actually be in and of itself actively harmful to rabbits.

Post directly copied from MMC Farmstead on Facebook:

"This is what the back teeth and cheek of a rabbit who was feed a 80% hay diet looks like.

the dental spurs caused by the hay are razor sharp and sliced groves into the inner cheek and tounge.

Every bite this rabbit took was agony due to how a hay heavy diet unevenly wears the teeth and causes malocusion.

Pellets are formulated to help prevent this by being the correct hardness. A healthy well bred rabbit does not require any thing special to keep teeth in check they file them down naturally in a motion referred to as " Bruxing".

This is one of many reasons why Hay should be restricted in Rabbit diets , and is not nessicarry when fed a properly balanced complete pellet .

We do not recomend Feeding hay to rabbits as a staple.

Hay is for enrichment and medicinal/transitional use only.

Hay dilutes the nutrients already in a balanced feed regimen, causes dental impaction, tooth spurs, abscesses. Its difficulty to chew causes mechanical maloculsion.

Hay from a nutrition perspective is not easily defined as a base nutrient , with the levels of protien and quality of other nutrients dependent on the individual harvest .

Hay is also a vector for disease, coccidia, mites, RHDV2, EC ,And many other vectors are carried into the Rabbitry on hay.

We also Run bunclub which is an educational group here: Bun Club

references :

2017 Shape Variation in the Craniomandibular System and Prevalence of Dental Problems in Domestic Rabbits: A Case Study in Evolutionary Veterinary Science

Vet Sci. 2017 Mar; 4(1): 5. Published online 2017 Jan 24. doi: 10.3390/vetsci4010005 PMCID: PMC5606619 PMID: 29056664 Christine Böhmer1,* and Estella Böhmer2 Patrick Butaye, Academic Editor https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5606619/

" Hay seems to be the most mechanically challenging food as it is tougher and stiffer than pellets ......... [70]. It requires more chews per gram to be processed which results in longer chewing bouts compared to pellets and carrots. This means that over a longer period of time the teeth are predominantly axially loaded due to the elevated bite force. If we take into consideration that hay with a lot of hard stems has reduced nutritive properties and potential limits on digestibility, then rabbits eating predominantly hay need to consume large quantities to meet basic metabolic and nutritional demands [70]. All of this promotes retrograde tooth elongation and incursion of the apices into the adjacent bone (most common finding in malocclusions) [1]. Furthermore, hay also promotes periodontal diseases (impacted food) and, therefore is not the best nutrition for rabbits [31]. Grasses and other fresh plants, however, are abrasive, but relatively soft and, thus, can be ground down with relatively low axial load of the cheek teeth as the primary strain on the (pre-) molars occurs in a more physiological laterorostral direction with the aid of the shearing power stroke"""

"Considering additionally that hay is more resistant than fresh grasses, it seems logical to develop further the hypothesis that pet and breeding rabbits had to develope stronger jaw muscles and secondarily larger axial bite forces than their wild counterparts to be able to crush their unnatural food more effectively. This might be supported by a shorter skull and more vertically oriented muscle fibers whereas a longer skull with a more anteriorly positioned masseter muscle (as seen in wild rabbits) reduces the vertical bite force due to a greater distribution of bite forces on all cheek teeth. As teeth at the rear of the dentition generally exert higher bite forces than the more rostrally positioned teeth, this might be an explanation for the found tendency of the cheek teeth to shift caudally in the group of the domestic rabbits. Furthermore, the presence of stronger muscles may explain the more salient appearance of the caudoventral part of the masseteric fossa (mandibular angle) in pet rabbits, as in different mammals (re-)modeling of the mandibular cortical bone has proven to be associated with oral processing of tough food (reviewed in [70]). This research has shown that especially a postnatal variation in diet-related jaw-loading patterns had a marked influence on the masticatory bone formation, leading to morphological variations between sister taxa in the long term [70]. With age, however, plasticity decreases. Based on this, rabbit breeders feeding predominantly pellets and hay seem to promote malocclusions in adult rabbits unknowingly as the masticatory apparatus of the weanlings is exposed to unphysiological strains that may result in changes of the skull morphology."

Genetic and environmental factors influencing tooth and jaw malformations in rabbits

Korn, A. K., Brandt, H. R., & Erhardt, G. (2016). Genetic and environmental factors influencing tooth and jaw malformations in rabbits. Veterinary Record, 178(14), 341–341. doi:10.1136/vr.103293

https://sci-hub.se/https://doi.org/10.1136/vr.103293

<- this describes tooth morphology but also makes a strong case to increasing rabbit calcium levels as I have stated in earlier posts. all these rabbit were fed with free choice hay . latter studies showed a correlation between hay and instance of tooth issues when rabbits were fed a limited diet."

Pictures mentioned in the post added below 👇

#absolutely wild #rabbits #there are some things they said that may not totally have scientific basis in their own words but #still entirely worth sharing

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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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Happy Birthday: Bo Sinclair x f!reader

Warnings: Minors DNI PinV, fingering, cumplay lowkey.

A/N: Happy Belated to me, a week late Also yesterday was Brian Van Holt’s wife’s birthday, happy birthday to her too 😅

This was all I wanted for my birthday but my now ex couldn’t even give me that so they get shade.

“You look gorgeous baby.”

Bo holds your waist and kisses you on the cheek as you look in the mirror. You smile and look down shyly, still not used to the affections of Bo.

“Thank you..”

“Ya make the most perfect Alice.” Bo takes your hand and raises it up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently as his chin leans on your shoulder. Bo then stands up straight and spins you around, your dress and petticoat flow with you making you giggle, a noise Bo loves hearing. He dips you gently and kisses your soft strawberry tasting lips.

“It’s your birthday, shouldn’t be wearing my favorite stuff.” Bo smirks, his teeth slightly showing, you snort and look away from him.

“I know, but I like the strawberry lip balm too!” You defend. He laughs and kisses you one more time before taking your hand.

“Come on pretty girl.”

Your Mary Janes tap down the stairs as the living room comes into view. A tea party is set up, with pastries and sandwiches and tea and so much more. Vincent and Lester sit at the table in their costumes, the White Rabbit and the Mad Hatter. Vincent’s mask only covers the right side of his face and Lester wears messy makeup.

Jonsey (being such a good girl) sits across from them wearing a heart crown with a band going around her head. You giggle and Bo guides you to the head of the table. He pulls out the chair for you and you sit, he sits in the chair right of you, right next to Jonsey.

“Thank you guys so much for this. I really appreciate it. I appreciate you guys dressing up for me too, I know it’s a bit childish and it’s not even close to Halloween but I enjoy doing it.” You smile at all of them. Lester pours some tea and you guys begin eating.

“It really wasn’t a problem. Took us no convincing. Bo acted like it would’ve though. (Even though we know who is the most stubborn here).” Lester puts his hand to cup his mouth as if he’s telling a secret. Bo sneers playfully and throws a piece of bread at Lester making him laugh.

“Shut up.”

You laugh and stuff a sandwich in your mouth. Jonsey wags her tail, lightly hitting Bo in the back. He pets her and Vincent gives her some croissant. You continue eating a chatting for awhile, then you can’t help but bring the conversation back full circle.

“I just appreciate how much you guys do for me. I’m so happy I met you guys and stuff. Birthdays are just such a huge thing and the fact you guys felt like doing this for me is just amazing.”

“Oh gosh, you could go on all day bout us honeysuckle. You shush it and enjoy, we appreciate you and all you’ve done for us. All of us agree you deserve everything and more. Here.” Lester says, he pulls out a wrapped box and take it and practically tear through it. Alcohol markers and color books sit inside a box. You look at Lester with a smile he’ll never forget.

“Oh my god! Thank you! This is the best!” You get up and hug him, his makeup snugs slightly on your arm but neither of you care.

Vincent pulls out a small gift bag and slides it quietly across the table before getting up and going to the kitchen. The tall man comes back with a small cake and a candle in the middle. He sets it in front of you and lights it.

They sing happy birthday and you blow it out, looking down bashfully. Something about the birthday song always made you embarrassed.

You take the dark blue gift bag and take out the wrapping paper, setting it on the table. Your hands feel for a card and pull it out. You open the envelope and grin at the beautiful drawing in front. It’s of Jonsey laying in the grass. You open it.

“Happy birthday to you sweetheart. Thank you for being you. I love you lots - Vince”

You look up at him and he leans down for a huge hug from you. “You’re so sweet.” You say before reaching in and pulling out a small wax sculpture. It’s detailed, if you, Bo, Vincent, Lester and Jonsey all hanging out. It’s small but beautiful. “I love it! Vincent it’s amazing!”

He scratched the top of his head awkwardly trying to avoid the bunny ears that sit there, you see his lips curl into a shy smile and he goes to sit back down.

Bo is the last to pull out his gift. He doesn’t look as confident as his brothers, you think it’s a first. It’s a few small boxes. “It wasn’t much. Hope you like it though.” Bo says.

You open up one of the boxes and look at Bo before showing it off to his brothers. A handmade bracelet sits in it, you pull it out and slide it on. You open the next box and show it again, your grin getting wider and wider. Another bracelet is in the box accompanying a hair clip. It’s nothing fancy but it matches your style. The last box is opened. A beautiful necklace sets in it. You gasp and pull it out.

“Bo I love it! Did you make these?” You ask looking into his eyes, he tries to look away but his eyes meet back up with yours again.

“Yeah, I did. I seen some of your broken jewelry and thought I’d try and fix it and make it into something more. Hope that’s alright.”

“It’s perfect! Put it on me Bo!” You shove the necklace into his now clammy hands and he chuckles getting up and putting it on you. You get up and kiss him all over his face. “I love you! I love all of you thank you for an amazing birthday I could never ask for anything better!”

Bo unzips your dress and it falls gently to the floor. He kisses your neck and unclasps your bra, you let that fall too. He kisses your jaw and mouth as he takes his own purple suit off. You pull of the cat ears and set them on the dresser.

His calloused hands run up and down your hips before taking your stockings and pulling them, along with your panties down. He unbuckles your shoes. You step out of everything and Bo backs you up towards the bed.

You fall on it and watch as Bo practically tears his own clothes off. His cheeks are still blushed with magenta and you swipe your thumb over his cheeks lovingly.

Bo kisses you and bites your lips making you moan.

His fingers trace down your body making you squirm and squeal a little. He smirks and dips his fingers between your folds.

“Shit, can’t even say anything about me being impatient.” He pulls his middle and ring finger out. “Look how wet you are baby.”

“I never said you were impatient.” You scrunch your face teasingly.

“Yeah but you were definitely thinking it. I saw the face you made when I was takin’ my clothes off.” Bo replies, he sticks his fingers back in you and your arch your back groaning loudly. “God I love your noises.”

His fingers curl in you and he places a thumb on your clit, lightly circling it. You gasp and roll your eyes back.

“Holy fuck.” You mumble, Bo chuckles and kisses your neck.

“You’re so pretty.”

Your lips turn upward into a small smile and you turn your head away. “Not while I’m like this Sinclair.” You huff playfully. He takes his other hand and turns your head so your looking at him. His fingers curl, making you moan.

“You’re especially pretty when them moans leave your mouth.”

“Shut uh-ah.”

Your back arches and his fingers move faster. He leans his forehead against you, kissing you softly. Heat pools at your stomach and you cry into his mouth as your legs shake and white flashes over your eyes. Bo slows down and pulls his fingers out tasting you.

You watch as he moves between your legs and begins kissing your neck. His hands grope your breasts and slowly slide down, feeling you.

Bo lines himself up and pushes in. You groan and grab his hair whining at the stretch. He pants into your ear and kisses you. “Always so tight for me..”

Bo slowly pulls and then slams back in you.

“Fuck.. only for you.” You nose between his shoulder and neck and nibble him. He thrusts into you, grunting and gripping your hips.

Your arms wrap around his neck you squeal at the feeling of him stretching you and pounding into you. You relax and let go, a hand cups your face. Bo kisses you deeply, pushing your hips up, hitting a deeper part in you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream and he spits in it.

That takes you over the edge, you whine and writhe under him. Swallowing his spit, you let out noisy pants.

“Where do you want it?”

“I-on me.” You mumble, barely even focused on what’s happening. Bo slides out, you whine at the emptiness but begin focusing on him jerking himself. Cum spirts on your stomach and reaches your breasts.

You take some on your finger and lick it. Bo smirks and kisses your face. “Dirty girl. Lemme get you cleaned up yeah?” Bo is already getting off the bed, you nod and watch as he leaves to go to the bathroom. A minute later he comes back with a wet rag and water. You gulp it down and Bo wipes you off.

“Happy Birthday beautiful.”

Bo takes you once you’ve finished your water and you cuddle into his chest.

“Happy birthday to meee.” You mumble tiredly.

Bo chuckles and kisses your forehead, he scratches your back and holds you a little tighter. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Bo falls asleep soon after.

“Seriously, you make the most beautiful Alice.” Bo takes your hand and spins you around then kisses your knuckles. “Now come on pretty girl.”

“Thank you..” you mumble, looking back up, he has his chin on your shoulder swaying lightly to the music you put on while you were getting ready. You giggle and scrunch your nose before turning around and pecking him on the cheek.

Bo gently grabs your hands and guides you to your small birthday downstairs. It’s a small

Bo takes your hand walking you down the stairs to your birthday. It’s a small tea party set up, Vincent and Lester sit next to each other and Jonsey (oh what a good dog she is) sits across from them. All of them in the costumes you picked, Vincent in the White Rabbit’s costume, Lester in the Mad Hatter, and Jonsey

“You ready Bunny?”

#bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x oc #bo sinclair headcanons #house of wax #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #jonsey #sprout speaks #house of wax 2005

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chronicbeans · 9 months

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A Random Fact About Each Iolite Hospital Character:

Aluminum: He has joint pain from his medication, so he sometimes wears knee and wrist braces.

Dr. Cogsworth: He and Dr. Baxter dated at one point after Baxter asked him out. He kinda misses those times, but he felt bad due to his difficulty showing affection or recognizing his emotions.

Dr. Baxter: He's scared of thunder, cars, dogs, basically anything that can be loud.

Maya: She's scared of water. Most Landsharks physically can't swim, though, so her fear is mostly from instinct.

Derek: He sleeps in a nest made of hay. Cow People prefer the feeling of hay to a mattress when sleeping indoors, since it reminds them of the feeling of grass/the ground, which they are meant to sleep on.

Johnny Doe: He has hyperacusis, or a reduced tolerance to sounds. Normal sounds seem too loud and annoying, while loud ones can be painful. He's stressed by this, a lot of the time, which is why he eats a lot (including the things his pica causes him to eat). It helps him calm down. He hasn't mentioned it because he thinks his sound intolerance is normal.

Father Cosmos: It is very flirtatious, which might seem unbecoming of a priest. However, due to the fact that everyone in this world only knows about Christianity and any human religion due to the religious scriptures falling into the world without context, their version of Christianity, Judaism, and such are very different than the human versions. This is made extra difficult due to it being the only person following Christianity. It believes that it is okay for a religious leader of Christianity to be flirtatious, due to it having no other role model to follow.

Chef Starlight: Her favorite texture of food is crunchy. She can eat her favorite food, void chips, for days. The only reason why she doesn't do so is because void chips are extremely unhealthy and she doesn't want to be a bad role model for the patients.

Dr. Clown: She tries to keep everyone's spirits up by holding a magic show every Sunday and Saturday. She also makes balloon animals and balloon teeth, face paints, and tells knock-knock jokes.

#tales from the iolite hospital #Aluminum Sight #Derek Straws #Maya #Dr. Baxter #Dr. Cogsworth #Father Cosmos #Chef Starlight #Johnny Doe #Dr. Clown #my ocs are my babies #my ocs #my stories #my original characters

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sophie-i-guess13 · 2 years

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Holy Smokes

words : 1117

characters : Ponyboy Curtis, Randy Anderson

genre : hurt / limited comfort

tw : canonical character death, marijuana use

tag! @mjmacchio1991 @pepsi-and-cigarettes @the-kneesbees @thegaygreaser @ralphmaccchiato @dar-bit @timetraveller-that-killed-johnny @frypansgirl @unorginalchocolatemilk

His eyes were green.

Green like the stems of the dandelions poking through the cracks in the cement around the gas station. Mom always hated them. Green like the few crumbled bills in the bottom of my almost-empty pocket. Green like the leaves curled in my cigarette, burning.

“How’ve you been, Randy?”

I don’t know much about the stranger to my right. His shoes are old, with laces stained with dirt and time. The gravel digs into our palms as they rest on the curb, though I doubt they’re responsible for the trail of dried blood painting his knuckles when they clench into tight fists. I don’t remember telling him my name, either. Grass makes me forget most of the time, though, and I like it that way.

Some things are better buried in the ground, covered with smoke and foggy memories before they pop up like dandelions through cement.

“I’m alright, man,” I say to the wind. I really have been alright this time. I’m not forgetting to eat anymore, or passing out in the park without a jacket. I always scare my folks when I do that, and I don’t like scaring my folks. We’ve all had enough scares to last a lifetime, let me tell you.

His hair is red. Red like the streaks in the sky as the sun dips below the cityscape in front of us. As the chill fills the air as the August sun dies, neither one of us move. Not even when the DX sign behind us turns on, casting light onto the empty parking lot. His hair is red, like the embers falling off the end of my joint when I take another hit. “You smoke?”

I only ask him once the feeling in my lungs turns to something similar to a burn and my mind is blissfully numb. It’s a selfish thing, to make sure I have my full before offering what I have, but I guess I’ve always been a bit selfish.

The stranger laughs at me, rolling his green eyes before letting them slip closed. “No thanks,” he says. “I’m tryna cut back, actually. Used to smoke a pack a day before I left for college.”

I can see it now, now that I’m bold enough to look at him. He wears a red jacket, the kind you’d get from Oklahoma University. It’s a bit big on him still, too much room at the sleeves and around the collar. He has a few faint freckles across his nose and a faded scar on his hand.

The kind you’d get from a cigarette, though I don’t point it out.

“I’m doing good out there,” he goes on, “my brothers wanted me to come home for a little while. I don’t really blame ‘em… I don’t do too hot this time of year.”

Familiarity clings to him better than that varsity jacket could ever dream of. A part of me knows him, a memory straining to break through my doped up mind and scrambled memories I’d only brought up to the shrink Mom made me visit.

He stares at me now, straight on without shame. “You don’t recognize me, do you, Randy?”

My words barely make it past my teeth. Somehow, I already know the answer, and I don’t want to. “Am I supposed to?”

He shrugs and pulls the joint from my weak and clammy hands before raising it to his chapped lips.

And suddenly, as if he’d pulled away four years worth of expensive liquor and cheap marijuana, I could see him in my mind’s eye.

The same face I’d held under the water was staring back at me. Only this time, it wasn’t nearly as frightening as the dreams I’d woken up to.

I still remember the way he hit the ground when Bob went down. Sometimes, if my mind gets too quiet, I can still hear the thunk his skull made when it hit the cement.

I can still see the young greaser I’d met here, four years earlier. Only a few days before the trial that would determine our entire futures.

“-I mean, I figured I’d be pretty hard to forget after… y’know.”

Ponyboy Curtis, now a young man, rises to his feet and towers over me. Much like his brothers did the night of the Rumble. He takes another drag off the cigarette as he looks down at me, I want to say the ghost of a smile almost reaching his eyes, but mentioning ghosts just seems too fitting tonight.

“I like what you’re doing with your hair, though, it suits you.”

I haven’t gotten it cut since the deaths. I can’t really stomach seeing anything with a sharp edge anymore. My hair brushes my shoulders now, in dark, greasy strands.

My, how the tables have turned.

“It’s been a rough week,” I say, eyes more on my empty hands than the boy- man in front of me. I can’t force myself to look at him now. I’ve always been cowardly, as well as selfish. Quite the pair Bob and I made, huh?

He chuckles and more embers fall to the cement. “We both know Dally would kick your ass if he saw you like this.”

“We both know I’d deserve it.”

I’m not sure how long we stayed that way. Me, the washed up rich kid turned junkie, and the kid who managed to turn his life around. But I heard shoes crunching against gravel before I managed enough courage to admit the truth I’d been so scared of.

“I really am sorry, Ponyboy. I-I shoulda stopped him.Those friends of yours, Johnny and Dallas, they… They didn’t deserve to die.”

Part of me is still convinced Bob didn’t deserve it, either. That’s usually when I take another hoot and see how far away I can get from my own mind. But there’s nowhere to go now, not when Ponyboy turns to face me for a final time.

I can see it in his eyes. The burning hate I’d been anticipating was nothing if not a weak ember, buried under the same pity the judge had cast his way the day of the trial.

Slow and gentle, those burning embers fall towards the cracks in the cement and the blooming dandelions shooting upwards as he lowers his hands. “It’s a little late for apologies, don’t you think, Randy? Besides, it ain’t like we aren’t adults.”

Then, before the ash can even settle, my joint is crushed between the rough ground and the bottom of his shoe.

“Take care of yourself, Randy,” Ponyboy tells me. “I know you miss him, but I don’t think Bob wants to see you so soon.”

#soapie’s stuff #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #ponyboy curtis #randy anderson #WHY IS THE SPACINF LIME THIS #tw marijuana

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ohnofixit · 2 years

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hiya! long time enjoyer of your blog. Just wanted to say I am concerned about the rabbit post (https://ohnofixit.tumblr.com/post/681365582130593792). I am not a rabbit expert but a rabbit owner who has spent much money and time at the vets. I also don't know how to reblog the original post.

I am really concerned about their claim that trancing is a myth, and the author provides no source. Trancing is definitely controversial, and I dare say it doesn't affect all rabbits the same way; perhaps some react fine and others dont? However, I can find no source on it being a "myth". All rabbit welfare sites definitely advise against trancing (though that doesnt make it more true, I too would err on the side of caution). If you don't trust those though, I would remind people to speak to their (rabbit-savvy) vet for advice. Please make sure your vet is also trained in small animal care.

Also, one-off trancing MAY be fine- it seems repeated trancing is more of an issue, I guess due to the build-up of repeated stressful experiences. So- YMMV?

The only accessible study I could find only looked at 6 rabbits and did show that trancing was associated with stress in the rabbits. However that's not necessarily saying much considering that rabbits can get stressed over lots of stuff, and sometimes the least stressful practice is the best practice even if it is somewhat stressful. Here's the link http://eprints.hud.ac.uk/id/eprint/11361/

This makes sense because cutting a rabbits nails can be even more stressful (though putting them on the table with a towel over them seems like a perfectly fine alternative that wouldn't be any more stressful than trancing)

conclusion: I'm iffy on this, but I don't think we should all go out and start trancing our rabbits on the daily. I will continue avoiding it.

HOWEVER I would say: if in doubt, avoid trancing and ASK YOUR VET. do NOT rely on a tumblr post.

The second issue: pellets.

Rabbits are like cows. They eat a low calorie diet, but they eat often. Their stomach is designed to be always moving, and if things back up (gut stasis) it can be fatal. My vet will tell you a rabbits diet should be 80-90% HAY, and this seems to be the consistent wisdom among vets I have met. This is partly because hay/grass helps rabbits wear down their teeth. But also MANY RABBIT PELLETS ARE INDEED DESIGNED TO BE NUTRIENT RICH (YMMV once again here though) so a diet entirely of pellets WOULD BE BAD IN THAT CASE. I also don't think that pellets would have the effect of wearing down the teeth in the same way as hay but that's my personal conjecture. Certainly varying your rabbits food with hay and veggies will add enrichment to their life (tho be careful regarding veggies- thats a whole 'nother minefield I wont get into)

ALL PELLETS ARE NOT CREATED EQUAL as well. So keep that in mind.

anyway, at the end of the day I would say TALK TO YOUR VET if you have questions about any of these things. Rabbit stuff online is pretty hit-or-miss sometimes so google isn't always your friend, and neither is tumblr.

Sorry this is messy AF! Just wanted to share my concern

Thanks!

#submission

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mtnkat3 · 2 years

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2.43pm

Grinning..

Yeah when I got into the shower earlier I started thinking about this post. But I have been going none stop since! I've put ~50 miles just for bloodwork & lunch. 🙄🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

I started singing the air force song.. flying high into the sun... & then giggling. As I used to know all of them, ranks for all, & a lot of ribbons too. Only can remember green E right now. Sigh. But I realized how much a nerd I am!

One of the new regional eatery places that's opened up is in the main flight path for a municipal airport so while everybody else there is oblivious.. I'm staring at jets all the way down to single prop Cessna's coming in! Close enough watching them deploying landing gear! I love it! Course it also reminds me of C.A.P. & then high school. Sigh. Memories.. & goals!

And then remembered while at the pizzeria today. [Half the bread, 4 fries & all the meat! Good kat!😁]

that as much as I detest the mark of the beast the cgm is to me.. when I'm asked about it I stop whatever I'm doing & talk to the person. People wanna know, they're scared & if I can help with my own experiences belay their fears then I will.

It's very simple, 1 poke, 10 days of wear, & 288 tests [every 5 minutes] in 24hrs vs the 4 test strips insurance allows with regular meter usage. It gives the wearer more knowledge & control over their eating habits.

Heck, it's showing me just how much stress affects blood sugar! When I saw endo after my sunburn/poisoning in August, they could see my shoulders, arms & toe. They reminded me of this. Stress effects ABSOLUTELY freaking everything! Blood sugar, pressure, heart rate, breathing, etc. Like D'oh t! I knew, I grew up around people that lost vision, toes, even life. Because remember.. too much sugar in the blood stream. Heck, it's affect is on psoriasis too! And since mine is mainly on my face, neck, & ears I see the evidence in the mirror & can't do a dang thing about it but to watch my food & stress. And yes, not eating also causes blood sugar to rise. The body thinks it's in starvation mode & that's where gut eright comes in. Until that has gotten as far ad the body is ok with then goes to other areas. Me, its trunk. A bit of cellulite arms & legs. But I have the "fat that kills."

Why do I talk about all this stuff?

So anyone that has questions or needs to know these things doesn't feel alone.

It sucks to have the alphabet soup.. pcos, ibs, complex headaches, dm2, cdk, psoriasis... "hyperactive immune system" allergies thru the roof!, asthma induced by allergies & more but. These are my trials.

And I bow to God's Wisdom & Grace.

He alone can Guide me to His healing. & Miracles!

And I can overcome all the mirade issues I have. It takes hard work, dedication & discipline.

I realized last night that I got depressed & lazy because of my circumstances.

Let's just say.. that put my hackles up. And really f*ckin pissed off Tijgeress. At me! I don't like that. At all. This is a huge part of my daily struggle, to fight what I am around.

To be the woman that I am. The one that doesn't go out without brushing hair, teeth, washing face, at least sponges bath, & putting on "public clothes" & showing that I care about myself.

I have gotten to the point that I rarely wear makeup though. It bothers my skin. And I even tried Its cosmetics 'Bye Bye' moisturizer! It felt heavy to me. People gonna just see my rosy complexion & lip balm. Unless I feel fancy like..🎶 grinning. Right now though.. Levi's & tees.

Long haired country girl with a lead foot. Shoulda seen me driving though! Windows down, radio jacked up, hair flying everywhere & flying the currents.. grin. That's me.

I am me.

I'm a nice woman to everybody I encounter. And I had to tell myself when I saw what looked like a traffic accident & grass fire while driving 80mph in a clump of cars that I saw the drivers, & they were mobile. And that emergency personnel had been called. But I feel like shit. I should've turned to get there & helped. Sigh.

Yes. That's me too.

Did I ever say I'm not complex?🤨🤔🤓🙄🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Anyways.. that's been my day.

I know most think I'm crazy, treating this like my diary. But I'm not. Well no more than the next empathetic, infj, overthinking, marshmallow hearted woman! Lmao! Yeah.. ok. I'm unique! 😁

Anyways! I do this so wherever & whomever the heck my soul's mates are.. he knows what's happening in my life! Well I mean I think knows more than these writings.. that's my gut, intuition & soul's feelings anyways. So I write to my loves & I write to help others. Otherwise... crickets. There are days when I talk to my cat & have to clear my throat because I haven't spoken in so long! Lol!

Now that the chauffeuring is done.. back to work! I gots plenty of both daily chores & tasks to my goals to get done!

Discipline & sacrifice t. Not to mention life goals. And making God happy to have Created me! And that He will Bless my life by the work I do in His Name!

If that won't move my butt to swishin nothing could! Grinning.

Yes. I'm in a good mood today!

I was able to take a hot shower & not trip!😎 I feel better about myself for every righteous thing I accomplish!

Motivation.

Yes, as I look out at my huge pine & other trees, seeing the sunlight, listening.. I feel better. I much rather go out into the forest & not hear people but be rejuvenated by nature!

Yes. I love planes & flying too!

Yep. Right now.. put me in as hot tub to soak my bones then stand in the cold air & watch the goose pimples! I think that would energize my butt! Lmao!

Ok. Deep breath. Gotta get back to it.

Wherever & whomever the heck You are!

I freakin love & adore you!

And I miss you so badly I'm ready to scream, roar, hiss, growl, & shout down the mountains.. that I could fly my Phoenix wings to you!

So. God Knows. And I believe you do too.

I pray to get my life right so I am made aware, more than my senses.. so that I am face to face with you. Sharing breath.. heartbeats.. drowning in your eyes. You are everything to me. And I'm sick to death of being separated from you!

Daughter... patience.

Bowing my head. Yes Father.

Deep breath. Focus. Calm. Breathe. Relax. Get my butt moving. Repeat.

I will not ever give up.

I believe. In God. In Love. In us.

I work as I move my butt & await.. God. & you.

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

Your faithful complex warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. 🌺

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Fr.10.21.2022 4.01pm est.

Yeah.. "love is in the air", usaf anthem, No Body by Blake Shelton.. bunches of goodies today! Makes for happy kat! 😎🥰😁🎶

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awrldalone · 2 years

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10th June 2022, 9.47pm

I am eating a shattered fortune cookie on the floor of my bathroom. My sister has just returned from a sushi dinner with my father and the slip of paper tells me that my pace is very strong. The sweet plasticky taste of the cookie lingers in my mouth.

I have a lot to say tonight. A lot to tell. A lot of memories I need to write down as they’re still fresh. It’s only been a week yet the corners of the pictures are fading. Water damage, I guess.

Last Thursday, I was happy for a few hours. After waking up, my gut full of love and anticipation, I started washing fruits, packing for a picnic; I shaved, meticulously analyzing my body and comparing it to the twisted idea that I have of it from the last time I shaved fully. It was a month prior, it was also before seeing M.

I always feel bigger than what I used to be; my reflection always feels more carnal, every time I look at it I gain substance, both in a bad way and in a good way. My ass definitely looked rounder, softer, and I thought that I hoped he would notice, and that I hoped he would like it.

All clean, I left the house. My bag was heavy, the bottle of rosato - I thought it was rosé, his favorite, but once he saw the pink sparkly wine he laughed like he only does, and he said it was not rosé, at least not the real kind; I liked this sunset-colored prosecco better, though - was cold and the cover of my copy of The Virgin Suicides was starting to get wet. I bought him flowers. I was scared all the stores would be closed because of Republic Day, and they were, but a man in a cap was selling fresh flowers underneath a tree.

I got colorful ones, small little buds, tiny petals. I prefer the flowers that look wild; ideally I would have gotten him daisies, his favorite, but they do not sell them this time of year.

The bus came late. I was at the airport early. Checking the arrivals timetable frenetically, incessantly, I waited. Next to me another boy, with a prettier bouquet of flowers, was standing patiently. Fortunately, his girlfriend arrived before M. I listened to the conversations of a bleach-blonde lady in her fifties who was waiting for a group of American tourists and a man with thin dark-brown hair holding a sign written in Chinese. They said nothing. They complained. I did not register their words. His red shirt was the first thing I saw, in the corner of my left eye.

And I hugged him. He held me tight, I wanted to be held tighter, I wanted him to never leave, I wished his arms never untied from my waist. Once we pulled apart, like a ripe peach, he smiled. I like his teeth, pearly and joyous. I offered him the flowers. It was the first time someone had ever done it, and I knew it and I wanted to be the first to do it. After all, he came all the way here for me.

He seemed taller, and I realized it was because I was not wearing my platform shoes. The bus arrived twenty minutes later, while we sat on a wooden bench, and his head rested on my shoulder. His curls tickled my neck, he slightly smelled of salt, sweat, laundry detergent. We held hands. I held his he held mine we held hands. Even when we sat next to each other, he laid his hand on top of mine, he laid his forearm on top of mine, saying he wanted to feel more of me. I had waited, I had dreamt for a whole month for that moment. To feel his heat, his mellow skin.

The park was sunny, and we found a tree to sit under. I unpacked my back, displaying the picnic I had prepared. The French have a verb for having a picnic. Pique-niquer. It sounds funny when I say it out loud.

He does not like Italian bread. He likes pistachios, I love pistachios, he loved the wine, I liked the hummus. We cuddled on the grass, despite the fact I had brought my bedsheets there. His heartbeat was strong, real, and everything lead me to his mouth. It is much easier to describe what fingertips feel rather than the thoughts racing through my head. The longing for more, and for nothing more than what I had. The fear of losing everything, the fear of his shirt slipping through my fingers, or the grass disappearing from beneath us. The need to let that moment be crystallized in eternity. Like an insect in amber resin.

He asked if he could treat me to a drink in Venice, with enacted gallantry, funny over-formal manners, and I said yes. I cleaned up everything, he threw away the trash – a boy stopped us, and my heart sank. Because what if he saw us? What if he was about to punch us, him, me, call us faggots, tell us not to do that shit on the street? I clenched my jaw. He spoke Spanish, then Italian, then English, and all he wanted to ask was whether M. was single, because his friend, a girl hidden behind a tree, was interested.

My stomach felt heavy. He said that he was not interested. We laughed about it later, because did that guy not see us cuddling?

And then I tripped on my own feet. We were walking on a bridge, the one that connects the park to the tram station to get to Venice, and I asked him. I wanted to do it at the airport, but I had not had the guts to do it. It felt like the perfect moment, right there: he had his flowers in his hand, the sun shone on him, painting him warm colors and making my words look sparkly. I asked him to be my boyfriend.

He said no. I held my breath, the blood pumping in my temples, my eyes immediately running away from him because he suddenly was shining too bright for my sight. My lips were glued together.

He explained himself. He said it was because of distance, because of the future, because it was uncertain what would be of us next year. He said he would have asked me in a few days, after receiving the results from the French universities we applied to, because he was not sure he could deal with us being so distant, and seeing each other so rarely. I said I understood, and even thought I did not, because in that moment I would have risked it, I would have wanted him to be my boyfriend despite everything, despite the rational response, I stayed quiet and let the subject drop. I did not want to ruin our time together.

The results for our applications came out that day. On the tram, he checked his account, and he got accepted or waitlisted in a lot of his choices. I could not check, since I had forgotten my password, which was saved on my laptop.

By the time we got to the hostel he was spending the night in, it was already eleven p.m. He was so sleepy, his eyes were cute and sweet. He kissed me before going to his room, and he left the bouquet with me, keeping only a few flowers, which I still have. They dried like pink tissue paper. I threw the rest in a bin; not in a mean manner, not in the heartbroken anger that should have filled my heart, but rather in the pure practicality of having to go back home.

I checked my results, still fully dressed, my shoes dirty on the floor. I applied to only one university. And I got rejected. So that means I am going to the Netherlands next year. I started at the white screen until my eyes ached, waiting for the tears to come.

My bed was cold and lonely that night.

-c.

#diary

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what-the-fuck-khr · 4 years

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I have such a fascination with capybaras I love those motherfuckers so goddamn much WOW

#i see a few posts #and one ad talking about them #and i lose my mind #i love them!!! so good!!!!#theyre pack animals!! so social #they eat a lot of grass and wear down their teeth #but dont worry!!! they regrow #also eat their own shit bc its so full of stuff from the grass they eat #forgot words ignore me #theyre big!! good!!! friendly!!!#very polite #they get hunted tho fuck poachers #used as comfort pals in zoos #love them #love them so much #packs up to FIFTY BTW THATS HUGE #not khr related #ooc

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catintheruemorgue · 3 years

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annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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Yandere Rei hurting reader Pt 3

I couldn't write anything for Valentines, but I hope you like this. Enjoy!

Pt 1 here.

Pt 2 here.

Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Enji wasn’t surprised at your funeral.

He wasn't surprised when Rei had begged him to have you frozen, keep your body encased in a glass box at home.

He wasn't surprised when the kids held her, letting him make proper funeral arrangements.

He wasn't surprised when Rei had a breakdown, punching his chest and thrashing around in Shotou's and Dabi's arms.

Enji wasnt surprised when the divorce papers came. He knew the kids were making her do this, but he didn't care. He signed them without hesitation.

He wasn't surprised when he heard the kids had sent Rei to an asylum. She kept escaping the house to run to the graveyard; she wanted to dig your body up. He understood why the kids sent her back.

He wasn't surprised when he heard Rei had killed herself in that place, 6 months after you had died.

He wasn't surprised when his kids didn't inform him of her death or funeral. If he was being honest, he wasn't even sure if he would've gone to pay his respects.

Enji poured himself another glass of vodka, taking the bottle with him as he sat on his recliner, almost tripping on a few empty bottles.

He wasn't an alcoholic, he was just trying to numb his pain. Its the only thing that helps him fall asleep.

Enji pulled out a cigarette and pushed it between his lips. He snapped his fingers to light it, closing his eyes as he inhaled the carcinogen.

"Again, dad?"

Enji didn't have to open his eyes to know its you.

"You know these things are not good for you."

Enji smiled. You were always so caring.

"Ah, so you do smile? I didn't think you were capable of doing that."

Enji opened his eyes. You were standing in front of him, a grin on your face.

"I smiled a lot more when you were around." Enji said.

You chuckled. "Me too." You sat next to him, before putting your head in his lap. "But you weren't around often."

Enji felt tears prick his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I know."

Enji woke up the next morning with a massive headache. He went to his kitchen to get himself some coffee. He checked the calendar as he sipped the hot drink.

Friday.

He finished his coffee quickly, before wearing a large coat. He grabbed his car keys and drove away from his house.

When he reached the graveyard, he made sure to wear his sunglasses and a baseball cap, before grabbing the bouquet of white lillies.

Your grave was a little away from the rest, he wanted you to have space, and his family to have privacy when they visited.

He stood in front of your grave. It was clean and the bed of grass of fresh as ever. He had paid the caretaker good money to regularly clean up your resting place.

Enji stared at your tombstone for some time.

Y/n Todoroki.

Heaven's brightest angel

A loving daughter

Now resting safe and at peace

Tears fell free from Enji's eyes at that. "Safe and at peace". Safe and at peace. Two things he failed to give you.

The image of your bloody face flashed in his mind for a moment. Blood coated your teeth and mouth, your gut was also bleeding heavily. Your face was contorted in pain, confusion and betra-

Enji needs to stop thinking.

He sat down beside your grave and pulled out the flask from his coat pocket. He knows he has to drive back. He knows he shouldn't drink, not in front of you at least, but he can't help it. "I'm sorry." Enji whispers before he started drinking. It didn't take long for him to finish the entire flask. It was getting dark and he knew he had to leave before the caretaker came.

Enji pressed a kiss to your tombstone before he turned on his heel to leave.

"Endeavour?"

Enji was stunned to hear his hero name; nobody had called him that in a long time. God, he wished it wasn't the paparazzi. They had no respect for anyone, not even for the grieving or the dead.

But he looked up to see an old face.

"Keigo?"

Hawks smiled. "How are you?"

"Fine. What are you doing here?"

He scratched the back of his head nervously. "I've been meaning to talk to you." Hawks sighed. "I tried contacting you several times but you're impossible to track."

Enji knew that. He disappeared from the public eye after your death. He left his agency to Hawks, and got himself a home hidden in the woods. People assumed that he was just distraught over his wife's death or something. They didn't know about you. Nobody did. He paid off the hospital staff to keep their mouth shut because he didn't want his kids to suffer anymore because of his mistakes.

"What do you want?" Enji asked, gruffly.

"I just wanted to talk to you. Check up on you, y'know?"

"I'm doing great." Enji replied, stepping around him, about to walk away, but Hawks put a hand on his shoulder.

"Enji, its not your fault-"

"Shut up." Enji walked past him and made his way towards his car.

"Enji, listen to me-"

"I said. Shut. Up." He growled out. He didn't need anyone's pity. He reached his car with Hawks running up to him.

Enji tried to open his door but he suddenly felt lightheaded as he fell down.

"Enji! Are you okay?" Hawks kneeled beside him.

"I'm f-fine. Leave me alone." Enji was slurring.

Hawks grimaced when he smelled his breath. "God, you reek of alcohol. You weren't planning on driving in this state?"

Enji pushed him away. "I said I'm fine." Enji stood up before stumbling towards his car again, fumbling with the keys, his vision blurring the more he strained himself.

"Let me take you home, Enji." Enji felt his hands on his shoulder, but just as he tried to tell Hawks to fuck off, his vision faded to black.

Enji opens his eyes and finds himself in his house again. His old house. He's laying in bed when he hears laughter from outside. He gets out of bed and walks towards the source.

The kitchen.

He walks in and sees his family, the sun rays flooding the room, and the golden orange hues illuminating their faces. Rei is mixing something in a large bowl, Fuyumi is greasing up some pans. Natsuo and Touya are eating the chocolate chips from the bag, and Shotou is telling them to save some for the cake. And you. You're there too. Sitting beside Shotou, laughing as Touya sneakily gives you some chocolate chips too. Suddenly, they all turn towards him. Rei motions for him to come in. "Enji! Come in. We're making a cake!" Enji walks towards her, wrapping his arms around her. Rei kisses him, making his kids cringe and tell them to stop. They all laugh. Rei pours the batter into the pans, before raising the spoon. "Okay, who wants to lick the spoon?" And suddenly Touya, Natsuo and you yell "me!" before trying to reach for the spoon. Shotou freezes Natsuo's foot to the floor, while Enji pulls Touya back. Fuyumi grabs the spoon from her mom, and gives it to you, making you smile as you eagerly lick the spatula clean, while Touya and Natsuo whine how its not fair. Everyone laughs as Rei cleans up the batter smeared on your nose with a tissue. Its a heart warming scene. Its all he ever wanted.

But its not the reality he was given now, was it?

As Enji closes his eyes, basking in the warmth of his family, he suddenly hears someone crying. He snaps his eyes open, but the kitchen is empty and dark. He hears the crying again. He gets out of the kitchen quickly, trying to find the source. Its coming from Fuyumi's room. He bursts through the door, looking for Fuyumi, but finds you there instead. You're on the floor whimpering as you're trying to rub your arm with a towel. He kneels next to you. "What's wrong?" You cry when you remove the towel to reveal the huge ice burn on your arm. There were ice crystals littering all over the skin. Enji begins to heat up his palms as he melts the ice downs, slowly allowing the sensation in your arm to return. "What happened?" You sniffled. "F-fuyumi came to my room and said that she wants to go shopping with me, I told her I had to study for my test." You hiccuped. "She didn't like that, she- she said I'm ignoring her, blowing her off- I'm not!" You cried. Enji focused on your arm, heating it up slowly. "I know, you didn't do it on purpose. But maybe you could take some time off school? Think of it as a little break. You could spend more time with Fuyumi, with us." You looked at him in confusion. "B-but she hurt me-" "no, she was just a bit frustrated. You know she didn't mean it, right? She's your big sister, she loves you." You hesitantly nodded. "If you say so..." Enji smiled. "See, its all better now. Let me heat up the towel and wrap it around your arm." He turned to get the towel, but when he turned back, the room was empty.

He heard quiet sobs coming from your room. He made his way to your room and opened door and found you lying on the bed. "What happened?" He asked, taking a seat on your bed. "I saw him, I saw Natsuo put crushed pills- sleeping pills in my food! That's why I've been feeling so sleepy lately. When I confronted him, he told me its for my own good. B-but I know its because he doesn't want me to go out with my friends! He forcefully fed me the food, and then he took my phone away too! He said its because its not good to sleep with your phone but I know he took it because he wants to go through my stuff!" Enji hushed you. "Can you talk to him? Tell him to stop or something." Enji raised an eyebrow. "Natsuo is your big brother. He's just looking out for you. And he's not wrong about going through your phone either. Do you have something to hide?" You shook your head no. "But-!" "Natsuo wouldn't do anything to cause you pain, okay?" You closed your eyes. "Okay." You whispered. Enji closed the door as he left your room. But as soon as he did, he heard banging coming from the basement. He rushed down the stairs and found the door locked. Bursting through the door, he was suddenly engulfed by a small body. It was you again. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, help me!" Enji pulled you away from him. "Hey, shh. Its okay. I'm here. What happened?" You sobbed into his chest. "I just went to the grocery store- just for 20 minutes!" Enji already knew what went wrong. "You didn't go with Shotou, did you? You didn't even inform him, right?" You shook your head no. "It slipped my mind. I promise I wasn't running away!" Enji sighed, petting your hair. "How long have you been down here?" You sniffled. "I dont know. It was Wednesday when Shotou pushed me in here." Three days. "Its okay. You've learnt your lesson, right?" You nodded. "Please, I don't want to be down here anymore." Enji led you out of the basement. "Just don't forget to tell Shotou next time, or tell us what you need. We'll bring whatever you want." Enji closed the basement door, but suddenly someone whimpered from inside. He opened the door again, but he found himself in the main bathroom. You were standing in front of the sink, putting some ointment on your shoulder. Enji looked closer and found burn marks on your skin. "Did Touya-" You turned around towards him. "Yes." Enji couldn't take his eyes off the red, burnt skin. "Why?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Does it matter?" You slammed the door shut in his face.

Enji didn't even realise he had begun walking away from the door and towards another one. He instinctively opened the door and found Rei and you. Rei had her arms raised, a sharp knife in her hand. "Rei- what are you doing? Put the knife down!" Suddenly, the rest of his kids appeared in the room. They stood between Rei and him, like a barrier. "Honey, its okay! We know whats best for her!" Rei spoke. Shotou nodded. "Yes. You said so yourself." Fuyumi spoke this time. "We're her family! We wouldn't hurt her!" Touya walked towards Enji. "Besides, if something happens, you promised you would save her, won't you?" Enji nodded. "Of course." "Then trust us. Like you always have." Natsuo said. Enji's eyes moved towards you. You opened your mouth to say something but all of a sudden, Enji was pushed out of the room and the door slammed closed. Enji jumped to the door when he heard your painful, gut wrenching screams. "DAD! STOP THEM! HELP ME! DAD!" Enji kept on banging his fists on the door but the door wouldn't budge.

Then it was silent. All too quiet. The door creaked open a bit. Enji didn't know if he wanted to see whats behind there anymore, but he still pushed the door open. How he wish he hadn't.

Lying on the floor, blood spilled from your mouth and your gut. Your body bore burns and scorch marks, the smell of burnt flesh wafting through the air. Enji fell to his knees. Its too late. "D-daddy? It- hurts."your voice was so quiet, so soft, he almost didn't hear you. "Save me?"you coughed out more blood, with each word. Enji started crying. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I-I can't." Your eyes dimmed when he said that, your chest finally stopped moving.

Enji finally woke up from his recurrent nightmare. He had been haunted by them ever since your death. Sad thing is, they didn't stray that far from reality. You had come to him many times, begging for help, but he turned you away, assuring you that they're just messing around, that it was an accident, or it was just a one time thing.

It wasn't.

Enji couldn't count how many times you had told him how his family had been hurting you, before you stopped asking all together when you realised he would always take their side.

It took a few minutes for Enji to register that he wasn't lying in his bed, or was in his home for that matter.

Enji groans as he sits up, rubbing his head. He remembers he was at the graveyard and then Hawks was there too. Hawks must've brought him to his home.

Stupid bird. He should just mind his own business.

Enji got up and left the room, leaning against the wall for support as he made his way around the house. Where was Keigo anyways?

He was passing by a garden when he saw someone move there. Enji focused his eyes and saw...you. He sighed. Enji sat down on the porch that opened into the garden. He realised he must've had drank a lot yesterday. Clearly, the effects of intoxication were still there.

You were sitting next to some bushes, trimming up their rough edges, your face turned away from him. You were humming to yourself as you worked.

You always did like plants, flowers especially. That's why he made sure you were buried where there was enough space for some flowers and grass to grow.

"I see you've found her." Hawks handed Enji a cup of coffee. He didn't even realise when he had walked-

Wait.

"You can see her?" Enji asked. Was he still dreaming?

Hawks chuckled. "Of course. She's right there- Enji, did you drink again?"

Enji looked at you, then at Hawks, then back to you. "What?" There's no way. There's no way. Hawks looked at Enji weirdly before he called for you.

"Y/n! Sweetie, come here!" You whipped your head around at Hawks voice.

And Enji sees you.

He wasn't hallucinating. You're real.

You skipped towards them, smiling. And Enji didn't even realise it until you were right in front of them. You had eyes. They were different than your real ones. These new ones, they were the same colour as his. Sharp, turquoise blue.

Were you a doppelganger? Is this some kind of sick joke? He couldn't help but wonder, but some part of him knew that wasn't the case.

Enji stood up when you reached them, the cup falling from his hand.

"Hey, dad."

In a second, Enji had his arms wrapped around you. You're really there. You weren't dead. You're still alive. "Y/n? Is it really you?" Enji asked, tears falling from his eyes as he held you tighter, still in disbelief.

You hugged him back. "Yes. Who else would it be?" You chuckled.

He pulled you away from him, his eyes scanned your face. There was still some charring and faded scars around your eyes, but they were mostly healed. It really is you.

"B-but how?"

You smiled. "Hawks-"

It was like something snapped in him at the hero's name.

Enji suddenly pushed you behind him, taking a protective stance. "What the fuck did you do?!" He growled at Keigo.

Hawks held his arms up in surrender, trying to pacify the man in front of him. "Nothing. I just helped her." Enji pounced at Hawks, pushing him to the ground. He was going to murder Hawks if he even looked at you the wrong way. "Oh yeah? And what the fuck did you want in return, you sick bastard?!" Enji raised his hand to punch him, but he stopped when he felt your tiny hands pull on his arm. "Dad! Please, stop! He saved me! Please!" He could hear the fear in your voice. He got off Hawks and yanked you back to him. "Tell me. Did he threaten you? Harm you? Touch you?" Although Enji's eyes held concern for you, he was scaring you with his grip on your wrist turning painfully tight. "No! Please, stop." You replied, struggling as you tried to free your wrist.

"Enji, calm the fuck down! You're hurting her!" Hawks finally managed to pull his hand off of your wrist. As soon as he did, Enji saw his handprint around your wrist.

Fuck.

You moved behind Hawks, peeking at Enji from between his wings, your eyes pooling with unshed tears. Enji's heart sank.

Looking at your scared form, Enji couldn't help but recall how different it used to be before. How you used to run to him for help, seek his protection.

And now, you need to be saved from him.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to." He reached his hand out for yours. When you moved further behind Hawks, his heart broke. You were scared of him. Your eyes holding the same fear as they once held for the rest of his family.

"Y/n, darling, why don't you go tend to the bushes. I need to talk to your father." You scurried away as soon as Hawks said that.

"She's scared of me." Enji's voice held guilt.

Hawks patted his back. "Don't worry. She'll come around soon."

Hawks sat on the porch step, motioning Enji to sit beside him as well. He sat but kept his eyes towards your form. "What happened, Keigo?"

"Well, when you had called me, informing me how Rei had stabbed Y/n, I came as quickly as possible. I remember you were holding Rei back, stopping her from entering the hospital room. Once your kids had arrived and taken their mother away, you told me to keep guard while you sorted out some hospital forms." Hawks took a sip of his coffee before continuing. "Y/n had woken up a few minutes after you had left. And she started crying as soon as she was conscious. I tried calming her down, but she was- hysterical. She kept on saying how they were going to torture her again. I told her that Enji would make sure they wouldn't. She kept on insisting that you were going to take Rei's side." Hawks looked at Enji. "And you and I both know know, you would've." Enji held his head shamefully, because he was right. He would've taken his family's side yet again.

"She asked me to kill her, Enji."

Enji's eyes widened at that, turning his head to Hawks. "What?" Hawks nodded, his eyes stone cold. "She said she'd rather be dead than return to your house." Enji felt like someone had drove a spear through his chest. Oh god, how long had you been feeling like that? "Thats when I decided to take her."

"But how? We buried her." Hawks rolled his eyes.

"It isn't hard to find a body. You know that."

Enji nodded. Right. "And her eyes?"

"Got a quirk doctor to replace them."

Enji's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But Natsuo said that they were irreplaceable-"

"Natsuo lied, Enji. All of your kids did. They were going to side with their mother, no matter what. And Rei wanted her to remain blind, so everyone made sure she did." He took another sip of his coffee. "You have a fucked up family."

Enji clenched his jaw at that, but it was the truth. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Hawks raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You're hard to track. You went into hiding and I had to run your agency, clean up your mess so that the public doesn't find out and I had a daughter at home to look after too. I guess you could say, I was a bit occupied."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Enji looked towards where you were, happily tending to your garden, completely oblivious to your surroundings. You looked so lively, so content. "Is...is she happy?" Hawks smiled at that. He still adores you. "Yes. She stays at home mostly, tending to the garden, but she occasionally goes out as well."

Enji looked at Hawks. "Alone? What if she runs away? What if something happens to her?"

Hawks shook his head. "She won't. Where's she going to go? She knows that your kids are still out there, and if they ever saw her, God knows what they'll do to her." Hawks crossed his arms against his chest. "Besides, I gave her a special bracelet. It has a tracking device in it and if she ever runs into trouble, all she needs to do is tap it and I'll be there!"

Hawks really had it all figured it out. Everything was under control, so why was he there? "Why did you bring me?"

"To save you." Enji stared at him in confusion. "You can't live without her, Enji. The past few months are evidence that you can't. You almost drank yourself to death." Hawks ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "Look at yourself. Your eyes are bloodshot, you drink, you smoke, you're depressed as fuck. Is this the kind of hero you imagined yourself becoming? Is this the kind of father you want to be?"

"Keigo I-"

"You know, she never spoke ill of you once. Never. If anything, she told me that her good memories with your family, were mostly with you. Almost like she misses you."

"What do you want me to do, Keigo?" He asked helplessly, because Enji truly didn't know.

"I want you to stay here." He began. "Be the hero she needs; the father she needs."

"Keep your promise to her." Hawks eyes were full with fierce emotion as he reminded Enji of his promise.

I'll keep you safe. I promise.

Those word had been echoing in his mind forever, always accompanied by gore filled images of you.

"Raise the family you always dreamt of."

As if something had finally clicked, Enji nodded before he slowly made his way towards you. Hawks watched as Enji sat down beside you and talked to you. You smiled slowly before handing him a pair of gardening gloves as you taught him how to plant some flowers.

It was a good thing that Hawks cared about both of you deeply.

He was happy he was going to save his hero, Endeavour.

He was happy that he was going to start anew with you guys.

He was happy as he saw the love of his life and his goddaughter, now daughter, playing in the mud.

He was beyond ecstatic when he had slit Rei's throat in the asylum.

"What?" Hawks asks you, the person reading this story. He leans towards you, face mere inches away from yours, and smirks.

"That bitch had it coming."

So...

How was it?

Oh and yes, I will be taking asks for this (and answering some previous ones as well)

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dreamsmpimagnes · 3 years

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Ive been getting into Origins ever since the season 2 came out and Im wondering if you have any hcs for it? Just general one are okay ^-^ thank you <333

I've peaked with this post

Warning: it's sooooo fucking long

Individual Hcs

o!Charlie

Because he's just made up of a viscous dull lime green slime in the basic shape of a person (no fake bone or muscle definition) with black eyes, he tries to wear normal looking clothing so his appearance is less off putting to others

Whenever he gets bonked down to a smaller size, he has to go through wherever it happened and pick up the slime from the ground to morph back into his body, which can take hours (there was an accidental TNT situation and they were still finding tiny slime pieces in the yard weeks later)

Also, instead of holding things like a normal person, he just sticks them in his body so they're suspended in the slime and he can take them out whenever he needs to use them, he can't do it for too long, though, because otherwise, they break down in his body and he'll digest them (he can do this with anything but obsidian)

This makes the process with food upsetting to many people, since whenever he heads to eat, he absorbs is through his mouth and, throughout a few hours, you can see it break itself down in him

o!Fundy

He's half arctic fox, so he enjoys colder climates and running around in the snow

His hair is fluffy and white with two fox ears perched on his head (he also has a thick tail tipped with gray) and his eyes are a golden hazel that almost glow at night, also, while his teeth are relatively normal, he has sharp canines

That being said, when he was younger and on his own, he would rip through raw meat, not knowing quite how to cook it without accidentally turning it into charcoal

Because he was alone a lot at the start of his life, he thrives off of social interaction, being a very touchy feely person with those he cares about (does not appreciate the small jokes though)

He doesn't like when people he's not especially close with touch his ears or tail however

Loves collecting leather goods, glass objects, skulls, other bones, and shiny things

Because of that, his den is a bit intimidating to go into, these items placed on stacks of barrels and on shelves bolted into the cave walls, but it makes him feel fully safe and at home

o!Jack

His skin is tinted an orange-gold color and his hands and feet are a dark gray, as if they're covered in a layer of ash, and in place of his hair, he has bright flames coming from his head

He has ten flaming rods swirling around him at all times (one for each heart, so when he takes damage, he has to regenerate them), when he gets cold or wet, they slow down significantly, on the other hand, when he heats up or gets ready to fight, they speed up

Also, if he uses weapons to fight, he always sets them on fire first

When he was in the Nether, all of his clothing and armor fit oddly because he stole it from piglins, so the only thing he really kept was a long dark gray clock that was fire resistant

Speaking of the Nether, with the exception of being in a fortress, he hates being in it and, when he finally got out, he stumbled into the grass and sprinted away while cheering (weird day for Phil)

The only thing he misses is the colors and lack of sun

Being in the Overworld now, it's far too bright out and there's a dreadful blue tint to everything

Because of that, he gets frequent headaches

Protects the Pube with his life because it was something Phil made and he says he owes Phil his life, he honestly comes off less like an authority figure to be respected and more like a high schooler taking hall monitor duty too seriously

Side note, he really enjoys eating normal human food even if he doesn't need to (it tastes good)

o!Jschlatt/Fragrance Man

He's a wandering salesman/con artist of sorts

He's a pretty secretive guy and some of the things he sells are definitely stolen, but that's neither here nor there

Only Wilbur and Phil know him, but even then, it's only loosely

Definitely a shady fella

o!Niki

She's an angler fish mermaid, which is why she prefers to stay in deep and dark cavernous waters

Her wavy shoulder length hair is usually tied back and her bangs part to show the little pastel pink light bulb that hangs down in an arch from her hair line

Her top is made up of various sea life flora that's strung together with left over fishing wire she's found, she also includes small shells and pearls into her outfit to make it look prettier

Her tail, starting from the tip to her waist, is a dark to pastel turquoise gradient with a row of dull spikes that begin down after her spine ends, they're also tipped off with pastel pink

She has incredibly sharp teeth, but you wouldn't know unless she smiles at you

She enjoys collecting pretty things like pearls, pretty colored rocks, and small little treasures that were tossed into oceans and hidden in chests

Because of that, she's taken up temporary residence in every ship wreak she's found, building onto them so that they're more comfortable to live in (they're basically her vacation homes)

She chooses to swim quite a way away to eat since she normally rips fish apart to eat them and it's far too messy to have around her home

Has made friends with the glow squids though

o!Philza

He really is the father figure, creating and slowly building up the little community for all of the different hybrids to stay at

He's very nervous around full humans though, since throughout history, humans and hybrids have never really had a great history together (that doesn't mean he's disrespectful or rude towards them, just cautious)

His wings are large and in the shape of a common crow's, but colored golden

Even though there are a few missing or uncomfortably bent feathers from past scraps he's gotten into as a teenager, he takes incredibly good care of them, preening them often

He enjoys flying the most at sunrise when there's a light yellow glow over everything, he especially loves perching on top of a mountain peak, watching the sun actually rise and mark the start of a new day

o!Ranboo

He's a prince, and a spoiled one at that, the third line line for the throne, having two older brothers ahead of him, so he spent the majority of his time slacking off and not taking anything seriously

He was originally casted away from his home in the End to go on some grand journey of self discovery to lean what respect and hard work is like, and only then could he return, but honestly he thinks it's all bs

He can be incredibly cocky when it comes to his abilities and, only to the other kids, insists his are the best (he gets a bit intimidated saying it to an adult just in case they cast him away like his parents did)

Gets really bored and frustrated whenever it rains, so when it does, he just paces around the house, opening doors and windows every few minutes to check if it stopped, and, will occasionally try to step out (he's just so bored, what? Do you actually expect him to wait??)

One of his favorite things are magic items of any sort

He hoards anything from potions, potion ingredients, enchanted items, and enchanting books (he got a ghast tear from Jack before and he keeps it with the rest of his nice things)

He doesn't actually use them for anything, he just keeps them so he can look at them

Has that "I'm invincible" mentality that's gotten him in so much trouble in the past

While he laughs about it at first, he gets incredibly anxious whenever someone wears a pumpkin around him, the idea that he can't see them but knowing that they're around him stresses him out to no end

Has a slight fear of authority figures too

o!Smajor

He was born from the endless void, century old stars crowing his head and the entire universe shining back in his eyes

His face is freckled with purples, blues, and pinks and his ink black hair and silk clothing flutter as if there's a constant soft wind surrounding him

And now he's stuck on the ground with a bunch of dickheads

No, but seriously he is like a millennia old

It's said that when he came to the earth, there was a beautiful cosmic array of asteroids, all shooting through the night sky as if the universe was crying for it's lost child

That confuses everyone considering he always refers to the stars as his brothers and sisters, so no one knows if that's actually the case or not

He does gets incredibly sad whenever he misses out on star watching for more than a couple nights in a row

Tends to get sick when eating natural foods, but he feels bad about not eating it if someone offers it to him so he does anyway

He doesn't really get a lot of the human stuff in general but he's excited to learn

o!Sneegsnag

This tiny man is incredibly resourceful

Since he's so tiny, he makes everything specialized for himself out of materials that are far too large, and housing out of large tree hallows (side note, if someone's a prick to him, he'll steal some of their shit and hide it in a high up hallow and watch them struggle to find it before he puts it back where he found it a few days later)

Likes hitching rides on the shoulders or in the bags of the people that he's close friends with

He's a 'roll with the punches' kind of guy, so when someone makes small jokes about him, he thinks that they're funny and will, more often than not, play along

On a side note, he does have little tunnels and "vacation homes" under everyone's houses, his favorites to be in are Wilbur's and Fundy's

o!Technoblade

He came from far away lands where regular humans ruled and the hybrids were treated as less then

Because he was also treated that way, being by himself on the streets at a very young age, he was taught very quickly not to show a negative bias based off of any kind of status

He really is just indifferent to the hybrids, though he thinks the ones with flying abilities are really cool and kind of wishes he had those abilities as well

Met everyone after a trip in the Nether where he met Tommy where he was subsequently introduced to the others

Before that, though, he was a sword (or axe, or crossbow) for hire and was pretty damn good at his job

enjoys mining on his days off

Bunnyblade (he chose the bunny so I wanna make hcs for those too)

o!Tommy

He was that one kid in elementary school who would always challenge people to race him and he never grew out of it

His wings come in a set of two, connected to each other at the base, they're small white ones that branch from the spots just bellow his shoulder blades

Even though he can't actually use them to fly, he's still incredibly proud of them, so he keeps them in good shape and preens them often to make them look as nice as possible

While he looks up to Phil as a father figure of sorts, he's a bit jealous that he can actually fly (even though he never told him, Phil could very easily guess that that was the case)

On the lowest of keys, he enjoys eating seeds, so on slow days, he'll just sit in the grass and pick them from the dirt, eating them casually (Wilbur and Phil don't like this, but Tubbo has absolutely joined him, seeing nothing wrong with it) i see them as his comfort snack

Other than that, his favorite food is apples

o!Tubbo

His shulker form was essentially his cocoon phase

He had to eat more so he could hunker down in the box-like exoskeleton for about a week before he emerged covered on orange-yellow tinted goo to become a proper bee hybrid

He can really only eat flowers and drink nectar, if he tries to consume anything else, he gets nauseous and throws up since his body can't digest it properly (he'll try eating baked goods here and there anyway since he likes how they taste)

Because he can eat flowers perfectly fine, he keeps so many different types of them pretty much everywhere and prepared in different ways (plain dandelions, rose leaf tea, dried tulips, and the like)

He has a huge garden outside as well as a greenhouse for the harsher seasons (his house is full of potted plants and hanging baskets too)

Overall, Tubbo is an incredibly hard worker and hates asking others for help

o!Wilbur

The skin of his joints (fingers, toes, knees, elbows, etc) is the same blue-purple color of phantom skin, which gradients into the gray of the rest of his body, and his eyes are a soft pastel green that glow at night

Because of his fascination antiquarian 'business' he's stolen a lot of small things throughout his life to the point to were at least half of his possessions were stolen

Wears a big black sunhat that he swiped from Phil sometimes during the day so he doesn't have to worry about phasing and no, i do not take constructive criticism on this matter

When he's bored, he'll use his phasing abilities to pop out and scare people

Eats steak in front of Tommy to spite him

Group Hcs (i thrive off of found family if the length of this isn't enough to figure that out lol)

Tommy and Tubbo met when they were much younger, Tommy was a young troublemaker who stole food since he didn't quite understand farming and Tubbo was still a slow, bulky boy in his shulk phase and taught him how to farm so he didn't have to steal anymore (that's when Phil found them both and became a father figure to the two)

When they first met, Tommy glared daggers into Fundy, he hates how wild foxes hunt and eat chickens, so he held a small grudge against him

Ranboo and Tubbo also didn't get along when they first met since Tubbo has always been a hard worker and Ranboo's 'whiny prince' thing always got on his nerves

After a while, though, Tommy became a bit less hostile towards Fundy and Tubbo saw that Ranboo could genuinely be a great person to be around, so they developed friendships

Because he's weaker at night, whenever Tubbo has to go out when it's dark, someone (usually Wilbur or Ranboo) insist to go with him

Whenever it's raining and Ranboo or Jack are stuck outside, Wilbur either stays with them and waits for the rain to subside or phases away really quickly to get a makeshift umbrella for them

Whenever Jack and/or Ranboo are outside near Phil when it starts to rain, he tries his best to protect them from it using his wings (he has been accidentally burnt by Jack's blaze rods before, but he never told him because he didn't want to worry them)

On the topic of Jack and Phil, they met when Phil was about to enter the Nether for the first time, Jack was so incredibly thankful that he was now in the Overworld that he now will do just about anything Phil asks him to in return

Nikki always searches for conduits so she can allow her friends to comfortably visit her under the water's surface

Because Ranboo and Jack can't touch water, she and Phil have been looking into possible alternatives so they can visit as well

Whenever Charlie gets tiny, he and Sneeg hang out, doing things like try to ride a chicken like a horse, hang off of thin tree branches, and sit on windowsills and just talk (they call themselves "Tiny Gang")

Since Ranboo, Niki, and Fundy all love hoarding pretty things, sometimes they'll sit down together (Niki leaning against the wall of a pond, propped up on her elbows, Fundy laying in the grass, and Ranboo sitting on a thick blanket he sat on stone), and exchange things from their hoards like playing cards

Honestly I just love the idea of Ranboo starting off with potion and enchantment stuff, Fundy starting with skulls and gem stones, and Niki starting off with pearls and hearts of the sea, until they start trading and they all have a mixture of everything

Ranboo once found a geode while mining and, unprompted, brought back amethyst blocks, crystals, and shards to share with the other two

Wilbur has the habit of swiping some things from the three and keeping then in his home

Because Tommy gets sad about his mainly unusable wings, Phil will sometimes pick him up and fly through the air with him, letting him feel the cold rush of wind across his face (when he's done, Tommy has him drop him from as high as he can so he can flutter back down to saver feeling before he lands harmlessly back to the grass)

Since Smajor gets sad when he doesn't get to see the stars for multiple days in a row, everyone will turn out their lights each night so they can be seen better

Charlie always wore clothing from normal fabrics that he ended up basically soaking through with slime every say, so Phil helped him com up with a different type of fabric that that wouldn't happen with (truthfully it was because he's track slime everywhere)

While Techno's not actually a hybrid, Tommy thought that he was part piglin and he never had the heart to correct him so now half of the people there thinks he is (it's because they met in the Nether and Technoblade was wearing a piglin skull mask)

Niki doesn't really understand land customs all that well but she tries her best, so she gave Tubbo a 'friendship bouquet' and he proceeded to eat it like an edible arrangement so now she thinks that's what everyone does with flowers

While Tubbo was molting and in his cocoon state, everyone was assigned a different day to check up on him and make sure he was safe (because Niki couldn't see him, the person would report back to her and tell her that he was alright)

Phil would absolutely defend everyone with his life and views them all as a part of his flock

Even though they all have their differences, they all love and cherish each other, becoming a family

#origins smp #origins smp headcanons #origins smp hcs #o!charlie #o!fundy #o!jack #o!jschlatt #o!niki #o!phil #o!ranboo #o!smajor #o!sneegsnag #o!technoblade #o!tommy #o!tubbo #o!wilbur #this was so much sorry #i just have a lot to say

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 | 𝔟𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲, 𝔨𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦, 𝔨𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞 + 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔶𝔞

❣︎anon: Hey lovely, could I request headcanons for Kirishima, Kaminari, Bakugou and Midoriya being in a secret relationship and how they're relationship gets discovered?

❥bakugou katsuki:

☽ it’s not that bakugou’s ashamed of you- he’s just a very private person and doesn’t want the rest of class-1a knowing his business and personal life

☽ so your relationship is very subtle; you don’t interact much out of the norm during class, you only hang out around school in his large group of friends and you have to be wary when going to his dorm room that nobody sees you

☽ so far so good. nobody suspects a thing

☽ until you forget to lock the door one day. you’re lying in bakugou’s bed with him, his arms wrapped around your waist as you’re watching youtube videos together on your phone when the door bursts open

☽ “kacchan! what are you-”

☽ bakugou springs apart from you swiftly as kaminari stands in the doorway, his mouth falling open with shock

☽ “hey, what’s this?! were you two cuddling- OI KIRISHIMA! BAKUGOU WAS CUDDLING-”

☽ “SHUT UP BASTARD!” bakugou growls, practically leaping off the bed and moving away to the other side of the room. “no we weren’t!”

☽ you’re stunned as you stare at your secret boyfriend glowering at a cackling kaminari whilst kirishima and mina rush into the room, evidently confused but amused

☽ “bakugou was cuddling y/n. i think they’re dating.” kaminari smirks whilst bakugou growls with anger, his fists clenching as his friends laugh and tease him

☽ he tries to deny it outright, growling threateningly. “we weren’t cuddling! mind your own business! this has nothing to do-”

☽ “katsuki, come on.” you sigh heavily. “you don’t need to get this defensive.” as bakugou looks at you, his anger fades momentarily as he sees the disappointment etched on your pouting face

☽ “fine.” he grits his teeth as he stalks over to the bed, tugging you up into a tight hug that has you caught in as much surprise as his friends

☽ “yeah, we’re together. and what about it?” he’s completely serious, not at all looking embarrassed and you feel smitten that he seems proud enough of you

☽ “woah, that’s so manly!” kirishima beams whilst mina is cheering

☽ “how does he get a s.o before any of us?” kaminari pouts as he leaves the room with his shoulders slouched

☽ from then on, bakugou simply doesn’t care about your relationship being exposed and won’t care about how much he’s seen around with you

☽ whenever kaminari is sat beside him, he’ll shove him aside to let you sit there instead and he’ll even feed you some of his spicy noodles when he’s eating them, not caring who sees

☽ and he’ll proudly refer to you as his s.o whenever you come up in conversation, mostly because he’s so proud and appreciative to have you knowing that no one else can

❥kaminari denki:

☽ neither of you meant to hide the relationship purposely as you both hung out plenty, were sweet to each other and teased each other. it’s just nobody seemed to suspect you were together so you felt no reason to bring it up

☽ so it comes to a complete horrible surprise to everyone when you walk into the common room wearing a fitted pair of shorts that just seems to hug your ass so well

☽ and kaminari can’t resist squeezing your ass as you walk past him on the couch, a huge grin stretched across his face

☽ “wow, you’re so hot.”

☽ everyone stares in horror for a moment before chaos erupts. jirou and tsuyu are reaching over to punch him whilst iida and kirishima are yelling at him, the other girls asking you if you’re okay whilst you and kaminari are so confused

☽ “wait, wait!” you cry, shielding kaminari from jirou and tsuyu’s punches by pulling him into your arms. “he’s my boyfriend!”

☽ they all freeze, tsuyu’s fist raised and utter shock on their faces

☽ “him?” spits bakugou. “are you sure? why?”

☽ you scowl a little as you pull kaminari into you, brushing your fingers through his yellow hair tenderly before you press a kiss to his forehead, a smile growing on his face

☽ “didn’t you guys know?” he asks, just as bewildered. everyone shakes their head as you and kaminari start laughing

☽ nothing really changes much for the two of you; you both act as usual, your relationship dynamic pretty much remaining the same

☽ but sometimes you flirt a little heavier or kiss in front of the other students, mostly just to evoke that look of pure shock and confusion they always have when you do

☽ and of course kaminari will start gloating to mineta. “i bet you’re so jealous. you’re just not on my level to have a s.o, you know?”

☽ he ends up speaking about you more often, explicitly referring to you as ‘my s.o y/n’ every time to the point where bakugou loses it and just yells ‘WE KNOW THEY’RE YOUR S.O YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY IT EVERY TIME!’

❥kirishima eijiro:

☽ kirishima would never want to hide a relationship. shying away from the truth isn’t something he considers to be strong or ‘manly’

☽ but he’ll respect your wishes of wanting to keep it private from your fellow students for the time being

☽ he always treats you like a friend around others, being his usual kind self so nobody suspects anything different whenever you two would be caught alone together

☽ but one evening you and kirishima seem to be the only ones hanging out in the common room and after a whole day of being with friends, you’ve not had a chance to be alone

☽ he tugs you onto his lap as you’re cautious, smiling against your lips as he kisses you

☽ “don’t worry,” he mumbles, hands gripping your hips. “nobody’s going to come down now, they’re all asleep.”

☽ you’re both lost in your heavy kisses, making out on the couch with you straddling his lap and playing with his red hair that you don’t hear the footsteps coming down the stairs

☽ that’s until there’s a loud squeal and you both spring apart, shocked to see mina stood at the foot of the stairs with a huge grin on her face

☽ “oh my god! you two- i cannot believe this!” she cries. “since when? tell me everything- you have to!”

☽ kirishima gives you a weak smile, hesitant about your feelings. he truly wants to come clean, he always has and you know that since mina knows, it won’t be long till everyone will too so you nod, smiling a little as you edge close to him

☽ “it’s only been a few months,” kirishima smiles, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he pulls you into him

☽ mina asks a lot of questions- who confessed to who, your first dates, when did you guys first kiss- that you and kirishima both answer truthfully, laughing and smiling about the warm memories

☽ he’s so relieved to finally come clean, he’s been waiting for this moment for ages where he no longer has to pretend and can just be truthful

☽ he starts to act a whole lot more romantic around you; he’s more caring towards you than he is with his friends and holds your hand whenever you’re both walking around and is truly much happier

❥midoriya izuku:

☽ midoriya would feel shy about his relationship with you. it’ll feel personal and his sense of inferiority may worry him about revealing it to people so he tries to keep it a secret

☽ not that he’s brilliant at doing it. he always acts a little more flustered around you when other people are around and he can’t control the blush that rises to his cheeks

☽ and whenever people mention you, his green eyes widen, leaving your fellow students narrowing their eyes at him. “what’s up with you and y/n?” to which he’d stammer and practically yell that it’s nothing, nothing at all is going on between you and him

☽ “that was a close one.” midoriya sighs when you’re both hanging out on the grass outside the dorms. “mina now thinks i hate you.”

☽ “izuku, you did pretend not to hear me when i asked you to pass me a pencil in class today.” you giggle to which his cheeks would flush pink as he smiles at you sheepishly

☽ “i’m sorry.” he says earnestly, hand reaching out to envelope yours. you bring it to your smiling lips, kissing the back of it when suddenly there’s a loud gasp

☽ iida and uraraka are stood in front of you both, eyes widened with shock before they’re grinning and rushing over

☽ “you two!” uraraka exclaims. “since when were you guys a thing?”

☽ midoriya is practically beetroot as you giggle, squeezing his sweating hand tighter

☽ “it’s been a little while.” he feels shy about it but after seeing uraraka and iida’s sweet response, how they agree you’re both so cute and look so sweet together, he feels a whole lot more confident

☽ once everyone finds out, he’s no longer shy at all when it comes to you. he becomes the tender boyfriend he is privately in public too, holding your hand, kissing your cheek, hanging out with you in front of other people

☽ midoriya feels even happier when everyone reacts so sweetly- the girls think he’s adorable as a boyfriend and tell you you’re so lucky and the boys tell him he’s so cool for having a s.o

☽ even when midoriya shyly asks bakugou ‘kacchan, what- um- what do you think?” bakugou finds himself merely growling as he can’t find anything bad to say

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