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The Miracle - Ch.3
Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) x reader (no gender/pronouns mentioned)
Summary: You and Morpheus adjust to life as parents and repairing sibling relationships when Desire calls in their favour.
Warnings: canon-typical magic, small fight (choking)
WC: 3230
Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5 || Ch.6
The day was as perfect as any that you or Morpheus could have created. The sun was shining and the park was filled with mortals socialising and having fun, it was just right for a family walk in The Waking.
Dream’s hand warmed yours as they swung lazily intertwined, his other gripping the stroller and guiding it along the path.
“Don’t you get hot wearing all those layers?”
“No,” Dream said with a hint of a smile. “Watching you take them all off me, however…”
He chuckled as his words had the desired effect and you lightly slapped his arm as your heartbeat raced with the idea.
“Not in front of our baby girl,” you shhh’d him. “She’s too innocent to hear the filth that comes out of your mouth.”
His eyes peeked into the stroller and caught Hope’s, his smile growing wide until something caught his attention and his hand shot out to catch a wayward hacky sack that had flown towards her. Tossing it back without a word, the man stammered his apologies before hurriedly backing away.
“Poor boy is going to have nightmares now.”
“You think I am that cruel?” He dared with an arched eyebrow.
“No, my love,” you cooed, cuddling into his side and giving him a squeeze, “I think you are that petty.”
Your laughter filled the park as his long fingers tickled your ribs and he froze as he saw the effect it had on everyone around. Flowers sprang from the grass, a chorus of birds sung in harmony and smiles grew on everyone's faces. You had forgotten how tightly you had to hold the leash on your power in The Waking, especially after experiencing complete freedom in The Dreaming.
You turned, taking in the scene until you reached Dream’s small apologetic smile. “If anyone asks any questions, I’m blaming you.”
His arm draped over your shoulders and his lips caressed your temple before he whispered in your ear, “I would gladly take the blame for causing you such joy.”
You continued on your walk once again, under the comforting weight of his arm and listening to the quiet reflections Dream murmured in your ear as he watched the mortals along the way. The afternoon was lost to his musings, his ability to know each and everyone of their names and dreams never ceasing to surprise you. Morpheus particularly enjoyed shocking you by pointing out dreamers like the happy-go-lucky teenage girl giggling with her friends, how she spent her nights ripping wings off butterflies.
“That’s certainly morbid,” you said with a grimace before jutting your head at a gnarly looking man resting against his motorcycle. “What about him?”
“Kittens.”
You couldn’t tell if he was joking but you could see his eyes gleaming with mischief as if he was daring you to question him. His eyes watched your lips part to ask if he was sure but instead you gave him a quick kiss and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
“There you are,” you exclaimed when you finally found Lucienne shelving books deep in the heart of the library. “I need your help.”
“Matthew said you would be coming,” she sighed but a hint of amusement turned it to a chuckle. “Yes, Mr Jarry dreams about kittens - particularly riding in a basket in front of his motorcycle.”
“Dammit, remind me never to play poker with Dream. Thanks, Lucienne.”
She nodded with a smile before glancing back down at the book spines and continuing on her way. Unfurling your wings, you raced Matthew back to The Waking and found Dream deep in contemplation as he sat on a bench and fed the pigeons, Hope asleep in the stroller parked beside him.
“You wanna get in there?” you asked the raven that hopped along behind you as you nodded your head to the swarm of birds before Dream.
“I am not a mindless pigeon, thank you very much. I would rather eat my own-” Matthew lost his train of thought as Dream tossed a crumb his way and the raven dove head first into the fray, cawing at the pigeons that got in his way. The black feathered bird paused only for a moment as he narrowed his beady eyes and opened his beak to say, “I’ll remember this, Dream.”
Dream’s deep laugh rumbled across the field and he sat back in the chair, beckoning you closer to chase away the shadows that lingered in his eyes. He still struggled to keep control of his thoughts when you were apart, they were always filling his mind with worst-case scenarios, but you were working through it with him. That century he spent caged in a basement had left deep, deep scars on his mentality.
“I’m back,” you said gently as you took a seat on his lap. Resting your palm to his cheek, you thumbed the line of his cheekbone and he relaxed at the touch. The tension left his body and he let out a shuddering sigh, releasing him from the fear that had gripped him from the moment you left.
Another deep breath and the light returned to his eyes along with a knowing smirk, “And?”
You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged his side through the long leather cloak that hung around him. “You were right.”
His lips brushed yours ever so softly and you felt his smile against your skin. “My second favourite three words to hear you say.”
A retch drew you away from saying his favourites and you quirked an eyebrow at Matthew as he cawed. “That wasn’t gluten free bread was it? I was celiac when I was mortal.”
Dream’s brows furrowed together and his lips pursed before he dipped his head and admitted, “I did not know. Go home, Matthew, Cluracan can assist in finding a tonic - if he is sober.”
“Has he ever been?”
“Indeed, so long as he is not catatonic in his inebriation he should be able to assist.” Dream corrected.
Matthew wasn’t going to hang around a moment longer and took off to the skies, disappearing into the sun. Dream tipped his head back and tossed the lump of bread aside, a perfect arc into the rubbish bin, and sighed heavily.
“What’s going on in that handsome head of yours?” you asked softly as you brushed his hair back for an unimpeded view of his haunted blue eyes.
“Everywhere I look I find myself staring at a crossroads.” Those eyes darted around the park, following the pathways and tracks to the road and beyond to see what was there and what wasn’t. “I finally have everything I have never dared to dream of and with it comes the fear of losing it all, the fear of taking the wrong path.”
His arm tightened around your waist while his other hand reached into the stroller, his shaky fingers resting on Hope’s chest to feel the reassuring rise and fall of her steady breaths. You looked away from his trembling hand to where his eyes were fixated on the footpath that split the park from the exit to the businesses.
“The road I have walked has never split until now, one for the father I wish to be and one for the King I was made to be.”
The quiet torment in his voice stole yours before you swallowed the lump in your throat and captured his face in your hands so he was forced to look at you.
“Dream, you do not have to choose between them. There doesn’t need to be the sacrifice of one to have the other. Look closer.”
You stood up and pulled Dream to his feet as he heeded your advice. His eyes cast over the park, searching. Once, twice. Then he saw it, a small strip of gravel that wove a path between the businesses and the park. The path that intertwined between his responsibilities.
You slipped your hand into his and rested your head on his shoulder. “The harder path less travelled, but a path nonetheless. And I will be with you every step of the way.”
Six (Waking) Years Later
“Aunt Death is here!” Hope screeched excitedly as she ran down the halls of the library. “Come, Lucy, we don’t want to be late.”
Hope wrapped a little hand around Lucienne’s and began tugging the Librarian towards the doors that lead to the reading room that would be toasty and warm thanks to the central hearth that burned brightly.
Once a month Death would take a few hours out of her busy schedule to join the family for games night. Sometimes Delirium would join, if she found her way from the divine madness that blew through her mind. The others had all been invited to join, your idea - not Dream’s, but so far they had yet to show. It wasn’t surprising given Destruction hadn’t been seen in centuries and the Twins were not exactly family centric to anyone but each other.
Still, Dream wondered if one day they might all come together. If not to fill the void he felt with their absences but so that your daughter may know the family she has. You had taken her to the Silver City and the angels had absolutely doted upon her, how could he not wish to give her the same.
You were draped over Dream’s throne, head resting on one arm with your legs hanging over the other as he paced the dias at the top of the stairs. A fingertip traced dark lenses of his helm he held, his crown, as his boots kept a steady beat on the concrete but he had long since stopped noticing.
You knew he would talk to you when he was ready to divulge what weighed on his shoulders, or when he found no solution to the latest problem. You assumed it had something to do with the influx of demons breaking into the realm and that meant Lucifer was growing bored of the illusion of peace. She would not let her demons leave hell without her permission, especially not to enter another’s domain.
With an exhausted sigh, Dream hung his helm over the ornate throne detailing and offered you his hand along with a soft smile. “Death is here.”
You let him pull you to your feet and smiled as he tucked away the pressures of being a King, the harsh lines of his clenched jaw easing as he tucked his face into your neck and inhaled your scent. When he straightened, his skin seemed flushed with colour and the gaunt pallor was gone, even his lips were a richer ruby colour.
“We better hurry, you know she cheats.” You reminded him as you tugged him towards the steps and out of the throne room.
“You’re one to talk,” Dream teased as he cast a hand out and the doors swung open.
“I do not cheat,” you retorted, an offended gasp tearing from your chest. “I merely make use of my gifts.”
“Next time you warp reality and change your cards remember you can’t have 5 of a kind.” Dream barely contained the smirk that caught the corner of his lip as you huffed in indignation.
You knew poker would not be your game and all the rules had left your head spinning. After losing deal after deal last month you were desperate to win just once, swapping the useless cards in your hand for 5 aces. The only person who didn’t find it funny was Hope, ever the stickler for rules - much like her father.
You were hit by the warmth of the room that you stepped into a second before a wave of giggles. Hope had talked Death into unfurling her great black wings and danced around them wildly, her smile baring the gap where her two front teeth were missing.
A new dream was now floating around the realm, created by Morpheus for Hope when her first baby tooth fell out.
“Have you chosen the first game sweetheart?” you asked as she swooped out of the feathers and into your waiting arms, then moved on to her father.
She nodded enthusiastically and pointed to the well worn box on the polished table in the centre of the room. “Cluedo.”
You breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Monopoly. No matter how well everyone got along, that game seemed to incite a riot.
“Titi?” Hope asked as she skipped towards the table and the murder-mystery game that awaited. “If someone is killed, are you allowed to ask them who did it and tell the police?”
Death took a seat beside her niece and lifted the lid off the box as she answered, “Souls don’t often remember their last moments, it’s more peaceful and painless that way. Then, they are too focused on the lifetime of memories and choices they made, what afterlife they will go to, to worry about the nature of their death.”
“So, they don’t care.” Hope said as she screwed up her nose in distaste.
Death bopped her on the nose with a smile. “I think they have other things to worry about than the things they cannot change.”
Dream rose from his seat as he felt a ripple of power in his domain and you immediately followed, placing yourself beside him so that whatever was on the other side of the door had to go through both of you and Death to get to Hope. It was only the faint pink glow beneath the door and a hint of sweet rose oil in the air that gave away their presence.
“Desire,” Dream uttered before he opened the door. “You finally decided to join us.”
The illustrious Endless had a smirk painted on their face as they sauntered into the room, their eyes immediately fixing on Hope who was tucked into Death’s side. “Hmm, half Angel, half Endless. I'm curious to see what comes of you, little Miss Hope.”
Your back stiffened with the sense of a threat lurking in those words but everyone else seemed to relax at the odd pleasantries.
“You’re just in time, have a seat. Will our sister be joining us this evening?” Death asked politely as she pointed to a seat far from Hope which you were grateful for.
A slight wrinkle of their nose was all Desire let show. “Despair finds these familial events…unsettling. She prefers to keep to the company of her mirrors.”
“Dare I ask what changed your mind?” You could see Dream was intrigued but not distrustful of the visit as he asked Desire the question. You on the other hand knew they held the same view as Despair, the twins in spirit that way, so you knew something was amiss for them to visit.
“Can’t I want to spend some quality time with my siblings and niece?” Desire purred as they reached for a glass of wine on the table. “Of course, I must admit, I do have an ulterior motive.”
“Of course,” Lucienne murmured from where she was quietly reading on the couch by the fire.
“I came to collect my favour,” Desire continued as they stared at Dream’s stormy eyes, “from your Miracle.”
Those golden eyes turned to you, taking delight in the position they put you in. You could feel Dream’s eyes boring into the side of your face, trying to get you to look at him, but you refused to yield to Desire’s challenge.
“What is your favour?”
Desire broke away first and looked out the stained glass window to see the realm disappearing behind a thick fog of Dream’s making. “I have a bounty on a soul, I need you to collect it.”
“Desire-” Death began to interrupt but they held a hand up to cut her off.
“This is between us,” Desire hissed as they pointed to you. “A favour owed for the spawn at your side.”
Desire was thrown across the room with a blast of power emitted from Dream as he rose to his full height. The deep growl caught you by surprise as Dream stalked towards his sibling who was slowly picking themself up with that deft smirk still taunting. “That is my child, and heir to my Kingdom, you will show her the respect of her title. Blood or not, disrespect will not be tolerated.”
A sensual laugh drifted from those blood red lips and Desire bowed their head mockingly. “Is that a threat, dear brother?”
“It’s a promise.” Morpheus’ face held no warmth as he took a step closer and all life seemed to be sucked from the room and wrapped his pale fingers around their throat. “Now get the hell out of my realm.”
“Not without my favour.” Desire growled as the grip threatened to cut off their oxygen. “It is what I am owed.”
Dream shoved them away and you could feel his disappointment as he refused to look at you. “Name the soul.”
“Narcissus of Thespiae.” Desire said with a rasping voice as they drew fresh air into their lungs. “Deliver him to me and we will be even.”
Dream swiped his hand and Desire disappeared like a wisp of smoke, his back still turned to you.
“Could you give us a moment alone?” you asked Death and Lucienne who had watched silently, pity seeping from both of them.
“Come with us sweetie, Mervyn makes a great hot chocolate.” Lucienne said to Hope, her intelligent eyes showing she understood more than she should have. “There’s even some marshmallows at my desk.”
The room fell quiet as they closed the door behind them. Dream stood frozen, staring at the carved doors with a stillness that came from withdrawing deep into himself.
“I should have told you,” you whispered, your breath misting as the fire burned out and the room went dark.
“Yes, you should have.” The voice was that of the King, not the warmth of your lover. It reverberated off the stone surface and resounded in your head as if he were everywhere around you. “It was foolish to make a deal with Desire. Utterly foolish.”
“I know.” You crumbled to your knees, the stone jarring your bones, and prayed for a miracle. “But I don’t regret it. She was worth it, you were worth it.”
What Desire asked of you far more than what you had asked of them, but you hadn’t bargained enough at the time to know the stipulations that needed to be set. You hadn’t given parameters to the favour. It was so very foolish.
To take the soul from Lucifer would be difficult but not impossible, but to take a soul from Hades was practically signing your death warrant.
Your wings erupted with a gust of wind and Dream cursed as he turned to catch your ankle. “Where the hell do you think you are going?”
He pulled you back and trapped you in his arms, the anger doused with a crashing wave of fear as he held you tight.
“You’re not leaving me.” His growl caught with a hitch and you felt the tremor down his body. “You are not leaving me.”
“I have to go, this is my favour, I started this.” You struggled against him but he refused to release you as cold, wet droplets fell upon your shoulder.
“You’re not leaving me, because I am going with you.”
Click here for chapter four.
#dream of the endless#morpheus x reader#morpheus x y/n#dream x reader#dream of the endless x reader#dream x y/n#the sandman#the sandman fanfic
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The things you find in the elemental pulls
I got my copy of Mavis
now I can play revival hacky sack
It looks pretty interesting and I wanna see how long I can keep the gimmick of reviving my whole team going for
now just to figure how to equip her
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@vibraea
It's so peaceful and quiet out here. Man, she's so bored.
But wait! What's this? A person is approaching!
"Hey, you! Ya wanna play a little game of hacky sack with me?"
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[uploading an answer from my retrospring, just bc i wanna document trolls-related things on here.]
whats you and avvys opinion on velvet in veneer from trolls 3 ?
We like them! They're good villains, I like that they carry the theme of: siblings. :) Speaking honestly, I do really think it is smart to have your villains' conflict be similar to your protagonists; the conflict between Velvet and Veneer isn't so dissimilar from what BroZone deals with at the start of the film. JD is overly controlling and micro-managing his brothers, preoccupied with their fame, associating all their value with being 'perfect'... Meanwhile Velvet feels the same, willing to do w/e it takes for her and Veneer to succeed — without their fame, they'll be "nobodies", there's no point in being anything less than super famous celebrities.
Now what makes me sad is that Veneer adores Velvet so much that he is willing to defer to her, regardless of how he gets treated. He's not quite like the self-respecting Clay and Spruce of the past, who get fed up with JD's treatment, walk out on him. I feel like it's a testament to how attached Velvet and Veneer are, that Veneer can't even conceptualize it being different without Floyd's suggestion. Sad puppy about it... Need to be there for sister? :(��Though, I even get the impression that Velvet would be lost without him... Er. She seems, unstable, in a particular way, makes me feel like it drove their peers away growing up. Naturally isolating for Velvet to be so self-centered and pushy, unaccommodating. Explosive.
It's played for laughs BUT, me and Avvy try and internalize that in Velvet's perspective, her and Veneer came from nothing and had a terrible childhood kfkfjhg... That's. Her reality! Her parents made her feel attacked and like a victim. Regardless of whatever is 'true'... It makes her actions feel pathological and like she really can't, help it, or check herself. So between this and the two feeling very attached, I find myself sympathizing with Velvet a lot more than with JD... who just comes off as a normal jerkish guy LOL. I think his complex is like, annoying, because he doesn't even like doing it, so it's weirdly self-imposed and ignoring the protest of his brothers. I at least feel as though Velvet ENJOYS when things are going 'well' for them, she is relishing in it more, and Veneer is mostly her yes-man, not fighting her. They're like, thotting out, languishing in their luxury, at the very least.
I like their scenes overall, I like their dialogue back and forth, ehh I especially like their strange, ostentatious kitty outfits in that interview, it's just INTERESTING... The vibes ongoing here. They're a bit weird with one another in a way that's like... lol... [watches......] Though I will be real, these designs are not actually horny for us. We just feel like a general appreciation for them?
I'll say in general it's good what the rageons are adding, having these weird betty spaghetty dolls in this craft world, it's like yeah sure! Especially in tandem with the muppety hacky sack guys on Vacay Island. We're all for expanding the variety of 'races' in the world, I enjoy going beyond the dichotomy of Bergen vs Troll. In fact, bergens wind up feeling really distinct, pretty 'organic' feeling compared to these other two... I like that rageons feel boneless and rubbery, their clothes feel like some real polly pocket snap-on pieces, the architecture feeling like playset crystals, perfume bottles... Even the 'fruits' that Crimp loads into the smoothie-machine are soo fake looking, very different from what Bergen food looks like! Greasy pizza and fries, verrry different feel to it all.
Trolls is the kind of franchise where you just enjoy being shown Things in the world, the enrichment is knowing... 'oh, there's a place like this, and these things are possible as well!' I mean just hearing about Veneer's monkey makes us go UGHHh whats that look like, must be so different from fuzzy monkey-like creatures you'll see in the woods near Pop troll village, aouauu what is it some solid color plastic monkeys-in-a-barrel lookin' thing... That is the delight experienced. So it's stimulating to be shown a new location and new inhabitants. Fun bonus that I like Velvet and Veneer as individuals. :)
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Miss May I: Season 2 Part 3
Warren: Hey, check it out! Free shit.
Warren: Come get some.
Vivian: They have a lot of stuff about the curriculum.
Warren: Yeah, and they also have free frisbees and hacky sacks. Grab some.
Vivian: Why give this to students though? What does this have to do with education?
Warren: Nothing. It’s just fun.
Vivian: I’m not here for fun.
Warren: If you’re not here for fun, you’re gonna have a rough four years.
Warren: Hey look, I gotta go meet up with someone. You good?
Vivian: I don’t know anyone here.
Warren: Alright, you can come with. I doubt this will take long.
Warren: Hey baby.
???: What are you doing?
Warren: Trying to kiss you?
???: You know how important this experiment is.
Warren: More important than one kiss?
???: Yes!
Warren: Alright, fine. I won’t bother you anymore.
Warren: Hey ah, wanna go play some pool?
Vivian: I’ve never played pool before.
Warren: That’s cool, I’ll teach you.
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#sims 3#ts3#simblr#ts3 simblr#story simblr#sims story#ts3 story#miss may i#vivian lowry#warren lassiter#cameron malcolm#miss may i season 2#miss may i season 2 part 3
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How I Met Your Mother Sentence Meme - The Final Page Parts 1&2
“I sketched out a design, and it would be such an honor if you would take a look at it,”
“Wow, fifteen years later and you’re still this obsessed,”
“There is no one I hate enough to throw into a pit,”
“We played hacky sack together once, freshman year. . . once,”
“Revenge fantasies never work out the way you want,”
“Man, it’s like nothing has changed,”
“You’re coming with me to my house, and I’m not taking no for an answer,”
“Nobody should be as happy as you are,”
“Is this really about me?”
“I can’t stress enough how bad my prom was,”
“I really don’t like feelings,”
“It’s just really hard seeing you with him,”
“For the first time in my life, I feel settled, and happy. I want to feel this way forever,”
“Stop it, tonight is going to be amazing,”
“I’m not taking anyone to the opening, so, do you wanna be my date?”
“What about our magical romantic night?”
“She’s always been more than that and you know it,”
“Are we gonna have fun or are we gonna wallow in the corner like idiots?”
“I can’t keep making an ass of myself,”
“How can I ever thank you?”
“You lied to me, you manipulated me for weeks, do you really think I could kiss you after that? Do you really think I could trust you after that?”
“This is proof of why we don’t work, why we’ll never work,”
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Today is the sort of day where you just wanna play hacky sack with a wasp nest
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ginny weasley || a phone study
does your muse use any social media? what sites do they use? how much of an online presence do they have?
ginny has a couple forms of socials, she’s got instagram, tiktok, twitter, and a tinder. she uses instagram a lot, twitter is just for work / communicating with parents if she needs to, and then tiktok, she’s posted like 1 thing on it so. she really doesn’t spend a lot of time on socials?? she will occasionally post a story but otherwise she’s gonna post like twice a month. if that.
what kind of accounts does your muse follow online? and what do they post on their own accounts?
a lot of just friends instagrams. she likes to keep her feeds relatively clean and doesn’t want to get bogged down by a lot of celebs and stuff that she just doesn’t care about.
is your muse comfortable with a phone or computer? do they use them often? how literate are they with technology?
yeah definitely!! she uses technology daily so she is very comfortable with it!!
what kind of profile picture(s) does your muse use on various apps? how often do they change their profile pic/icon?
what ever recent picture looks cool ?? she really doesn’t change it that often so, the most recent one is probably from like april or something
are they someone who takes a ton of photos when they’re with friends or family? do they end up in a lot of photos?
yeah she takes a lot of pictures, just of whatever looks nice. she’s got an eye for photography so she tries to take pictures when she can!! i think she ends up in them every so often but not as many as she takes of others!!
if given the opportunity, would your muse prefer to make money through an online channel rather than a traditional job?
probably not?? she likes her traditional job and feels like she wouldn’t be able to have that same kind of meaningful impact on lives if she isn’t teaching / coaching and just making her money from the internet.
do they have any hobbies that take up a lot of their time? what are they? are there any special interests your muse has that they like to share with people? are there any that they keep secret?
ginny’s a big sporty outdoorsy kinda gal, so she will spend a lot of time outside, playing any kind of game, going on hikes and walks, going for runs etc. she’s also weirdly good at hacky sack??? and frisbee. she’s just that sporty person who is always down for some kind of park trip. she probably spends the other half of her time doing the other thing she loves, hanging out with her friends. her and luna have like a movie night schedule and she will do whatever she can to make sure she is there for that.
your muse has a whole day to themselves but not enough time to plan a trip or event. what do they do for that free day?
she’s up at like 6am and going for a run before it’s too hot, she’d probably end up bringing breakfast back for luna, doing some chores and then heading down to some trails to go on a hike and explore the more woodsy areas of dc !!! she’d really just wanna spend whatever free time she can enjoying the outdoors for longer than she usually can during normal work hours.
does your muse listen to anything in particular in their private time? if so, are they more of a music person or a podcast person? what genres do they prefer?
ginny puts on those like spotify playlists that’re like “wanderlust” or “teenage movie vibes” and just goes with those for the rest of the day. she’ll find a band she likes in them and probably explore them a little bit more later on.
would your muse prefer to go out to spend time with loved ones, or would they rather stay in?
another gal who just loves going out and doing things (couldn’t be me)
does your muse use any dating apps, or do they prefer to meet people the old fashioned way?
yeah, ginny definitely uses dating apps. she kinda enjoys both ways of meeting people and sees value in both options! but she definitely uses dating apps lmao
if they absolutely had to write a tinder bio what would it say?
i promise you do not have to keep up with me on a hike until the 3rd date. at least.
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🎧🎶
"Play With Me" by Extreme from their 1989 self titled debut album “Extreme”
Ring around the rosie
Hopscotch, Monopoly
Red light, green light
G. I. Joes and Barbies
Hide and seek, kick the can
Cowboys and Indians
Wiffle ball, paper dolls
Hacky sack and hangman
Do you wanna play with me
Tag you're IT, cops and robbers
Jungle gym, chutes and ladders
Tic tac toe, Mister Rogers
Marco Polo, London bridges
Simon sez, steal the bacon
Time out, trick or treat
Electric company
Olly olly oxen free
Do you wanna play with me
[CHORUS:]
Do you, do you
Wanna, wanna
Play, play with me
Play with me
Do you, do you
Wanna, wanna
Play, play with me
Play with me
Spin the bottle, post office
Kiss and tell, dressin' up
Playin' doctor, peek-a-boo
Two hand touch, cooties
Little League, Looney Tunes
Scissors rock paper, Zoom
Kick ball, stick ball
Kill the guy with the ball
Do you wanna play with me
Buckin' up, recess
Jump rope, relieveo
See saw, sand box
Matchbox, Cheerios
ABC's, spelling bees
Sesame Street, hockey
Duck duck duck duck
Duck duck goose
[CHORUS]
Jack and Suzi
Sittin' in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes Adam
In a baby carriage
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I just know that Bucky is such a good kisser. Like Steve just had to look at his lips and all blood will leave his brain and go,,,,,,, South 😎😫
NO STOP LITERALLY
PLease and I'm such a sucker for Steve "learning to kiss" from Bucky. Because maybe he already knows how to kiss well enough-- he'd kissed Johnny Martin outside the gym at the Y once and been told he was a real natural. But Bucky doesn't know about that, and he never has to.
"You ever kiss a girl, Stevie?" Bucky asks one day while they're lying on his room. Bucky is hanging off his bed backwards, tossing a hacky sack up and down. Steve is on his stomach on the floor, drawing. An age old position.
Steve shrugs. "Nah," he says, because that's true enough. He's kissed a few people, but none of them were girls.
Bucky's quiet for a moment. "It's real nice," he says, and Steve squints up at him. Clocks the red in his cheeks. What's he playing at?
"I know you kissed half the girls in town," Steve says, looking back down at his sketch. "You tell me about it every time."
And he ignores, for a moment, how his stomach burns with jealousy. He hates that Bucky can brag-- can kiss on all the girls he wants and never have to hide. He hates that he's kissed on boys before, damning himself so knowingly and going back for more anyhow. And he hates most of all that he wishes it were Bucky he was kissing in some back alley, or him that Bucky was kissing on in a dance hall.
Bucky shrugs. "What, I can't tell my best pal about my dates?" he asks. He catches the hacky sack one last time, then sits up. "It ain't why I asked anyhow."
Steve looks up at him again, and taps his pencil against the page. "Why'd you ask then?"
Bucky's blush brightens on his cheeks, and Steve's surprised to see him so flustered.
"Just... do you think you're any good?"
Steve feels a twinge of hurt pinch his stomach. "I bet I'm plenty fine!" He knows he's good. He's been told he's good. According to Charlie down the street, his lips are real fine.
Bucky holds up his hands in surrender. "Just asking! I'm just looking out for you-- don't want you caught up with some girl only to not know what you're doing once you kiss her."
Steve narrows his eyes at him. "You always do that."
"Do what?"
"Act like you're so ahead of me and all smarter and stuff just 'cause you're a grade older."
Bucky narrows his eyes right back. "I never said that."
"You implied it," Steve shoots back, and Bucky huffs.
"I just was wondering if you had any practice."
"I don't need practice! It's just kissing-- you just put your lips together and kiss."
"You so need practice! No one's a good kisser right away!"
"Yeah, and who'd you practice with?"
Bucky turns a darker shade of red, and shrugs. "Whatever."
"What, you wanna practice with me, Barnes?" Steve sneers, raising his chin even as his heart pounds in his chest, making his stomach roil and throat close up. "Wanna show me how it's done?"
Bucky's jaw shifts, and the air in the room is thick for a few long moments. Tense. And then Bucky is lunging forward, taking his face in his hands. Steve gasps a little as their lips meet, and then his hands are coming up to Bucky's wrists-- warring between pushing them away and holding him there.
For a few suspended moments, they're kissing. Slow and sweet. Moving together in a way Steve never felt with any of those other fellas, and then it slams into him. Bucky kissed him. Bucky is kissing him. And fuck, Steve can't do this. Steve can't let him trudge his way into the hell Steve has been in for his whole damn life. Since he first realize boys could be pretty, too.
He pulls away abruptly, and Bucky is looking at him. Tentative and soft. Like the way all those men in the films look at their ladies and it's too much. It's too fucking much.
Steve scrambles to his feet. He can't breathe.
"That was just fucking practice," he says, voice trembling. Bucky is staring up at him now. Frozen. Terrified. Steve wants to kiss him again. "Don't even need it anyway."
Bucky's face starts to crumple then, and Steve feels his stomach swoop. He's going to be sick.
Before he can see Bucky break, he turns on his heel and fleas the room, leaving his half finished drawing behind.
He barely makes it outside before he's throwing up on the sidewalk.
Back inside, Bucky picks up the sketch, eyes swimming as he takes it in-- Bucky hanging off his bed. Relaxed with his lithe arm muscles flexing as he tosses that hacky sack. Beautiful, through Steve's eyes. Exposed. Forbidden.
And for a moment, he's never felt so close and so far from Steve's soul.
#this got away from me#what was the original ask?#phew#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#stucky fic#stucky ficlet
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We got restless waiting for the bus and decided to play some Hacky Sack with one of Grover’s apples. Annabeth was unbelievable. She could bounce the apple off her knee, her elbow, her shoulder, whatever. I wasn’t too bad myself.
The game ended when I tossed the apple toward Grover and it got too close to his mouth. In one mega goat bite, our Hacky Sack disappeared -- core, stem and all.
Grover blushed. He tried to apologize, but Annabeth and I were too busy cracking up.
- The Lightning Thief, Chapter 10
I am re-reading TLT and I am so s o f t
There are so many scenes I want to try and draw but this one stuck out to me for some reason (despite being so small) because I found this too cute and hilarious... their friendship makes me wanna CRY seeing the OG trio as bbys again makes me uwu so hard AAAA
#my CHILDREN#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#Percy Jackson#Annabeth Chase#Grover Underwood#PJO#PJO fanart#my art#fanart#pjo art#im pretty proud that they look young yey#The Original Trio#The Lightning Thief
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Sleepover at Adrian's
It's time for the final prize from the 2021 Trust Contest! This is set in the A Little Bit of Family AU (DA) (Ao3), also known as the Adopt Oscar AU. It's just full of good feels and happy moments for itty bitty Oscar.
Charlie, Sawyer, and Elisabeth belong to @creatorofuniverses and she was consulted in the making of this story!
Reading time ~10mins
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Oscar had a list. Lists helped him keep calm about otherwise stressful things, things with too many steps to count on his hand. Even exciting things could be overwhelming. His list was meant for one of the more exciting things.
"Hey bud, whatcha got there?" Sawyer's voice broke Oscar from his thoughts.
Osar held up the paper so Sawyer could see it. “Hi dad! It's my, it's my list for the sleepover! I gotta make sure I bring everything I need when I go visit Adrian!"
Sawyer scanned it, humming thoughtfully. “Looks good, kiddo, but you forgot one thing.”
"Huh?" Before Oscar could check his list again, Sawyer swept him up into a squeezing hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. Instead of concern, Oscar overflowed with giggles.
"Now you have everything," Sawyer announced.
Oscar had to calm down from his giggles to retort. "I didn't forget! I'm gопnа give hugs an’ kisses before I head out! Th- the list is for what I need in my bag!"
Sawyer gasped, playing up his realization. “Ohhhh, I gotcha. Then I guess this-" he kissed Oscar's cheek again, really smushing his face with the action, "-is just for fun. I gotta take what I can get before you head off with your auntie."
Oscar squirmed so he could wrap his arms around Sawyer's neck in an earnest little hug. As he did, Charlie returned from the storage room, where he'd been working off some nervous energy by tidying. Oscar waved at him.
"Mom! I finished makin' my list! Dad looked at it. I'm gonna have all the stuff for my sleepover!"
"Very good, love," Charlie said, making his way over. In some wordless communication, Sawyer handed Oscar off and gave Charlie's shoulder a gentle squeeze. Charlie grinned at Oscar. "You've gotten so good with your lists. Very responsible."
“I like having ‘em, just in case,” Oscar agreed. “Maybe I’ll have an idea for a list to make while I’m visitin’ Adrian.”
Charlie chuckled. “If you do, remember you can ask Adrian or your auntie for help with the spelling,” he reminded him.
“What am I spelling?” Elisabeth chimed in, causing both Charlie and Oscar to jolt in surprise. When Charlie turned, they found Elisabeth had come in via the storage room entrance, and she wore a teasing grin. Her bag, slung over her shoulder, was just as full as Oscar’s, no doubt due to her own list of necessary sleepover supplies.
Oscar giggled again as Charlie set him down. “My list! If I make a new one,” he explained. Then, he pointed at Elisabeth’s bag. “Did you make a list for your stuff too?”
Elisabeth shifted the bag on her shoulder. “I didn’t,” she admitted. “Guess I’ll need your help remembering everything tomorrow. Are you ready to go?”
Oscar looked over at his bag, which sat by the hacky sack chair. It bulged with a spare set of clothes, his pajamas, and some toys. His trusty teddy bear leaned against it, guarding his things. “My bag’s full,” Oscar assessed. “An’ my list is all checked.”
“It’s a start, poppet,” Elisabeth chuckled.
Oscar nodded, then turned to Charlie and Sawyer. “I promise to be good, an’ I’ll write you a letter, just like when I stay at auntie’s, okay?”
Charlie and Sawyer grinned, endeared as ever by their son’s dutiful insistence. Even with Charlie’s quiet worry about him being away for a night, they trusted Adrian and Elisabeth to look after him. They knelt down to pull him into a squeezing hug anyway, Charlie planting a kiss atop Oscar’s head. “We can’t wait to read it, love.”
“Have fun, kiddo,” Sawyer added, giving them both a squeeze.
Oscar giggled, but soon enough he’d gathered up his bag and his teddy bear, stuffing his folded up list in with the rest of his things. He took Elisabeth’s hand and they shared a grin before heading out.
His grip tightened on her hand as they left, nervous excitement settling in. He’d stayed at Elisabeth’s a couple times. He had fun in spite of his nerves for being away from home - he missed his bed and the familiar rooms that he’d helped his parents build.
This time, the plan was to spend some time with Adrian, their human (the friendliest human ever, if Oscar were to decide). Oscar hadn’t taken much convincing. He had fun with his art lessons with Adrian.
Still. He couldn’t have worked up the nerve to ask if Elisabeth hadn’t volunteered to come along.
“I-I wonder if we’ll surprise him,” Oscar mused; they were on the way to the living room entrance above the human’s desk. “Dad still surprises him sometimes.”
Elisabeth snickered. “Well we can certainly try,” she suggested. She gave him a playful grin and a light squeeze of his hand. “We’re quite sneaky, aren’t we, poppet?”
Oscar giggled and squeezed her hand right back. “Yeah,” he whispered. “W-we’ll try!”
At length, they found their way to a door leading onto a shelf above Adrian’s desk. Oscar and Elisabeth peeked out with the door open only a crack to survey the room. Even with a friendly human, they couldn’t ignore those habits. Humans were dangerous to them and the viri couldn’t forget that.
With a couple major exceptions, one of which sat at the desk absorbed in a sketchbook.
Adrian never paid much attention to the door up on the shelf - he had a cup of pencils in the way, and made an effort not to bother the viris' entrances. It made the perfect spot to catch him by surprise. Even after all this time, Sawyer could still sneak up on him.
Oscar reminded himself of those stories as he crept out into the open. He sent Elisabeth a conspiratorial grin over his shoulder, squeezed his teddy bear close for a beat, and then stepped around the pencil cup. "Hi, Adrian!"
Adrian tensed and his gaze whipped up to the shelf. A smile broke over his face. "Hey, you made it! Didn't even hear you come in!"
Oscar giggled. "Yeah! Me an’ auntie are sneaky just like dad. It's time for our sleepover to start! Whatcha drawing? A building?" He sat at the edge of the shelf and leaned forward for an upside down view of the sketchbook.
Adrian chuckled and turned the book around, angling it up so the viri could see it. A few pencil drawings of regular old household objects adorned the page. "No buildings today," he admitted. "It's good to practice all kinds of subjects."
Elisabeth joined Oscar on the edge of the shelf. “Those are lovely. Oscar's been practicing drawing all kinds of things too, haven't you, poppet?"
"Uh huh, I've been drawing made up flowers, an’ um, some animals, and I, I drew some clothes, too!" Oscar announced proudly.
Adrian nodded, everything in his expression encouraging. “That sounds great, Oscar. We should draw more tonight too. I’d like to see how your practice is going.”
Oscar grinned. He’d been counting on Adrian wanting to do an impromptu art session. His lessons were some of the most fun Oscar had. Adrian had all kinds of art supplies. “Yeah! We’ll make lots of fun pictures!” he declared.
Elisabeth chuckled. “What else do you plan to get up to?” she asked, leaning into Oscar to nudge him. “Does your list have an agenda on it?”
“Oh, um,” Oscar stammered. “I didn’t wanna, I didn’t think we needed to plan too much, auntie,” he admitted, some warmth growing in his cheeks. Truth be told, Oscar wasn’t fully sure what the options were. It would surely be different from the times he spent the night at his aunt’s.
Adrian came to his rescue. “That’s alright, we don’t need to worry about that like we do with lessons.” He turned his sketchbook around and closed it up as he spoke. “You’re here to hang out for the whole night, and that’s a lot more time to fill than just one art lesson. We’ll make it up as we go along,okay?”
“That sounds fun,” Oscar agreed. He looked up at Elisabeth hopefully. “Is that okay?”
Elisabeth laughed, then abruptly wrapped Oscar up in a hug. “Of course it’s okay, poppet, I was only teasing,” she assured him. “We’ll go with the flow, it’ll be fun! You just have to decide what you want to do first!”
Even with some of the pink lingering in his cheeks, Oscar laughed along with her. “I was, I was thinkin’, I did have an idea,” he stammered out. Looking at Adrian, he asked, “Could we, could we try hide and seek? I mean, out in the rooms instead of in the walls where I usually play? Auntie an’ mom used to play it when their humans were gone, but maybe it’d be fun to play hide and seek with our human!”
Adrian raised his eyebrows. “I bet it would be very different from your usual games,” he agreed. “We can definitely give it a try, so long as we all know the rules first.”
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It didn’t take too much time for the three of them to work out the ground rules of their game. Adrian would wait in his bedroom for five minutes. Oscar and Elisabeth had that time to find a place somewhere in the living room to hide - they wouldn’t go into the hallway or the kitchen. After some thought, Oscar determined that he and Elisabeth would hide together. His teddy bear would keep watch from the shelf up on the desk; Oscar didn’t want to drop him out in the middle of the floor in all the excitement.
With their rules decided on, Adrian retreated to the other room, his phone ready with a timer. He promised he’d call out every minute that passed so they knew how much time they had left. Oscar practically buzzed with excitement.
“Careful, poppet,” Elisabeth warned, though there was an endeared chuckle coloring her voice as she hooked her climbing string to the edge of the desk. “Don’t get too antsy to climb your string!”
“I won’t,” Oscar promised, preparing his own hook and string with the yellow button tied to the end. “I’m just excited!”
True to his word, he was careful as they made their way down from the desk. The wide open room might make them nervous in any other apartment. Here, it was a safe expanse where the resident human would be mindful of them.
It was also full of good places to hide. Oscar scanned the whole room avidly as soon as his feet touched the carpeted floor. “Maybe the couch? O-or the bookshelf? What about the curtains?”
Elisabeth grinned. “All very good places,” she agreed. “It’s too bad we aren’t hiding in the kitchen, hmm? I could show you my trick with opening the drawer!”
Oscar nodded. He loved the stories of Elisabeth’s antics with Charlie when they were kids. It was a glimpse of a family history that Oscar was grateful every day to be a part of. “Maybe, um, maybe after this one,” he mused.
“Four minutes left!” echoed down the hallway from the bedroom, and Oscar jolted.
“Come on, auntie!” he insisted, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go hide under the couch!”
Elisabeth laughed and let him lead her across the floor. Oscar sent her a few glances over his shoulder, always sporting a mildly mischievous grin. They were going to make Adrian work hard to find them in their hiding spot for certain; Oscar could hardly wait for the reaction they would surely earn. Adrian hadn’t even called out the three minute mark before they ducked out of sight under the colossal furniture.
While Oscar had been content to merely hide under the couch, Elisabeth, slightly stooped under the low clearance, pointed up at one of the thin support struts that kept the whole thing more sturdy. It was in easy reach for her, and there was a narrow space between it and the lining under the couch. The two of them could easily slip into that space if they stayed lying down.
Oscar’s eyes widened and he nodded, silent even though the human was rooms away and couldn’t possibly hear them. He let Elisabeth hoist him up under his arms so he could reach, and soon had scrambled his way up onto the board. Elisabeth was close behind, wriggling into place . “Don’t let your legs hang over the side,” she teased, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Oscar snickered, keeping his voice as low as he could. “He’s gonna be so confused!”
“Ready or not, here I come!”
Adrian’s voice stopped any further whispers. Soon enough, his gentle but unmistakable footsteps returned down the hall, slowing as he reached the living room. Adrian tended to move carefully even without knowing a pair of viri hid somewhere around, waiting for him to seek them out.
“You guys have a lot of options in here,” Adrian mused aloud, his voice somewhere overhead and muffled by the couch. Oscar heard the smile in his tone. “I might be looking for you all night. Past dinnertime, even!”
Oscar gasped, scandalized. Beside him, Elisabeth put her finger to her lips, though she looked like she wanted to giggle herself.
Adrian meandered around the room, occasionally moving a few things around on the shelf or coffee table. He took his time with it, and Oscar’s grin only grew. By the time the human crouched down to peer under furniture, Oscar had a hand over his mouth to hold back any giggles. He shared a glance with Elisabeth as Adrian’s gaze scanned under the couch, right past their hiding spot.
When Adrian was about to push himself back off the floor, Oscar finally gave in and released a giggle. Then, he squeaked when the human’s gaze returned, this time zeroing in on them. “Oh!” Oscar blurted, trying to duck back out of sight.
Elisabeth laughed too. “Ah, he found us, poppet! Guess we won’t miss dinner after all!”
Only half of Adrian’s face could really be seen from under the couch, but his amusement was clear. “I wouldn’t have let you miss dinner, Oscar, promise,” he said. “This is a very good hiding spot, though, I never would have noticed.”
“I got too many laughs in me,” Oscar admitted. Beside him, Elisabeth wriggled free of the support strut and hopped down. He let her help him down to the floor too. “But next time I’ll keep quiet! I got all my laughs out now.”
Adrian snickered. “I don’t mind if you laugh, it makes my job a lot easier,” he teased. “But we can get through plenty of games either way, and we won’t even miss out on dinner. Wanna try again?”
Oscar nodded eagerly. “We have time for at least a little more hiding and seeking.”
Elisabeth ruffled Oscar’s hair as the pair of them made their way back out from under the couch. “We have all the time in the world, poppet.”
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um. i spent far too long on a post abowt jj being neurodiverse.
warning~ ableism ~ableist words mentioned~brief mentions of child abuse and violence...idk . this is just what i thunk n i wanna share. i ve been waiting for someone to talk about this so im just gonna go for it .. im gonna put it under read cause its a bit long
the scene before midsummers, with jj in his room freaking owt ~ he’s having a sensory meltdown. jj is trapped in this scene. he wouldn’t have been allowed to leave in his situation, luke wouldve likely hurt him again if he tried so locking himself in his bedroom was his safest option. But on top of his face likely throbbing with pain and feeling very scared, there was music playing loudly from downstairs and luke screaming over top of it. JJ was responding the same as i do when i have meltdowns from sensory overloads. Pacing, growling, panicking, screaming, pushing his hands into his ears to reduce sensory input while rubbing pressure into the back of his head, throwing things, kicking, self injurious behaviour.
i do all of these things during a meltdown. I often also spin, convulse, press into my eye sockets, punch my self in the face and throw my head against walls. I have no control over it and this scene hit close to home. JJ’s not only angry and hurt and scared here. he is completely unable to sort through and process his sensory input and the intensity of his feelings and emotions. Afterwards when he is leaving his bedroom luke is passed owt on the couch which shows quite a bit of time has passed and it’s quiet. JJ is still hunched over in his room recovering, crying, hypersensitive, exhausted and terrified.
i’ve seen a lot of descriptions of jj being short fuzed, ill tempered, hot headed, reckless, aggressive, impulsive, volatile. He’s also called ableist words like idiot, crazy, psycho, maniac, dumbass by all the characters. baby blue is just neurodivergent. he experiences feelings and emotions and sensations a lot differently from his friends, which is why he is often misunderstood and his thoughts and ideas and emotions are sometimes dismissed.
JJ had trouble reading the compass in episode 2. When he reads it he says “Reddle - Rout. No i think that’s an A” When Kie reads redfield without a beat JJ frowns a lil bit and just says “right” Rudy is dyslexic so mayhaps there is a connection :‐)
JJ becomes visibly distressed to loud sudden sounds, and when people raise their voice at or around him he doesn’t like it. When jjs friends are arguing around him he becomes incredibly distressed, like pacing..unable to look at what’s happening, grinding his teeth distressed. JJs friends are the only stability he has. So when there is tension between any of them or any threat to his family becoming less stable or falling apart or changing, he doesn’t like it. The panic and fear from sudden loud sounds might have to do with ptsd from being a victim of child abuse as well from having to watch his n his friends backs from getting hurt by kooks growing up .
JJ tactile stims. non stop. my stimming is different from jjs but also similar, im gonna try my best to understand his.
JJs rarely able to sit still and continuously seeks touch of some kind. He uses self stimulatory behaviours that help him focus when he’s thinking n listening and when he’s talking and to regulate his emotions when he’s feeling them intensely. JJ is the most physically affectionate character by far. He likes touching things and touching his friends.
JJ always has something in his hands. Usually his lighter, he plays with it, almost constantly, in a lot of different ways. Sometimes he flicks it open and closed, rolls it between his fingers, most of the time he’s just holding it maybe for the weight of it and the texture and temperature of the metal
When he doesn’t have anything to touch he shoves his hands inside his pockets and chews the inside of his mouth a lot and grinds his teeth together. I think he was chewing his nails in the hammock
He stims by bouncing his knees repetitively and by taking his hat off to run his fingers along n avert his gaze when he’s anxious .
he plays with knives and hacky sacks, stones and sticks, touches his rings, even holding his gun could be a thing. 99 percent of time jj has his gun he is just holding it and stroking it lol
everyone stims. but yeh jj also experiences sensory overloads, meltdowns, has difficulty with reading, impulsive behaviour, n emotional dysregulation whilst stimming constantly for an entire season
i wanna talk abowt this for a minute. cuz i always have this weird feeling when i relate to a character n end up loving them n then i think i put my stuff on them...like ahh yes i am this so they are this too. symptoms of neurodevelopmental disorders like asd, adhd, sensory processing disorder and dyslexia can overlap. this ocean angel is neurodiverse and it makes me feel incredibly ~h a p p y!~ Also makes sense why he relies on weed more than any of his friends. other than him just knowing it works for him n makes him feel better, it’s probable he isn’t quite aware of the extent he is self medicating his negative symptoms.
#just things#honestly im jus getting the surface of this...#emotional dysregulation sky high!#jj also got the padlock wrong that time when he had to write down and read numbers#dunno if thats a thing#he also gets the numbers mixed when they are all laying arownd the hammock#when he is chewing his fingersnails in the darK = stimstimstimstim and po pe n kie correct him#he had to be told abowt the amount the gold was worth like three times cus he couldnt remember#memmmoryyyy stuff my dudes#theres a lot to tell with how he talks wth his friends#espECIALLY how he tells STORIES#n the fact that eye contact is physically painful for him ...like physically p a i n ful#in a lot of situations#Oh n that time jj missed a MASSIVE social cue when john b heard the recorded message from his dad n kie had to clue jj in#obx'#obx#outer banks#jj maybank#neurodivergent characters#neurodiverse characters#disabled characters#pope heyward#kiara carrera#john b routledge#john b#luke maybank
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Eye See The Problem Now
Summary: James hangs out with some friends and learns a new trick that may help with his anxiety.
Word Count: 2023
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Minnie took a deep breath and let her head lean against the trunk of the tree. It was nice to finally be done with the school day. The harpy let out a content series of chirps and rummaged through her bag to get out her fried beetle snack. Cracking open the bag, she began to happily munch away at the treat. Tweets and twitters escaped her lips as she continued to eat until she spotted James. The cyclops looked absolutely drained and seemed to be searching for a quiet place to chill.
“James!” Minnie called out, making the cyclops look over with his big eye. A relieved, warm smile appeared on his lips when he spotted his best friend.
“Hey there, Minnie,” James lightly jogged over. His small backpack bounced with his movement.
“Hey. Wanna sit here for a bit? You looked frazzled,” The harpy offered with a smile.
“I’d like that,” James shifted off his backpack and took the spot that Minnie had cleared for him. The cyclops let out a sigh of relief before the bag of fried beetles appeared before him.
“Want any?” Minnie shook the snack bag that she held out for her friend.
“No thanks, just need a minute to catch my breath,” James took some deep cleansing breaths.
“Rough day?” Minnie’s question made the cyclops look over.
“Just a lot of social interactions today. New faces and I had two presentations. Just wish I didn’t have to deal with all this anxiety,” James’ fingers began to fidget with the grass.
“Yeah, anxiety fucking sucks,” Minnie finished off the bag of treats and moved to toss the plastic waste into her backpack. The harpy had moved the bag too quickly however and caused the contents of it to spill over. All of her books, some old pieces of paper and a fox plushie fell out.
“Oh, let me help,” James offered and began to help before Minnie could politely decline. The cyclops after a moment or two of helping picked up the fox plushie. “Aww this is cute,” He smiled softly. Minnie snatched it away with a panicked chirp. Her feathers ruffled for a moment before she realized how confused her friend was.
“Shit, sorry. It's just a gift from Ren and I don’t want it to get damaged.” Minnie whispered and hugged the plushie close to her chest.
“It's okay, I think it's sweet,” James passed over the items he had helped pick up. Minnie took them and put them away.
“Yeah, I had a test I was really stressing over so I thought if I had something nearby that smelled like Ren and reminded me of her it would help.” Minnie held the plushie tight and the comforting smell of cinnamon tickled her nose.
“Makes sense to me,” James smiled then looked out towards the school. The two sat in silence for a few minutes before the cyclops spoke up. “Wanna play some hacky sack?”
“Sure,” Minnie flapped her wings to get back to her feet then walked over to a spot to play. James quickly found the knitted hacky sack that Nurgul had made and jogged over. Minnie smirked. “Better get ready, Jamie. I’m gonna kick your ass!”
The cyclops smiled at the harpy’s confidence and started to toss the hacky sack up and down in the palm of his hand. “We’ll see about that,” James tossed the hacky sack and kicked it into the air, starting the game. Minnie tweeted happily and sent the hacky sack back with her talons. The two friends laughed and talked competitively while they played. Both of them won a few rounds here and there before a bright, bubbly voice called out towards them.
“Miiiinnnniiiiieee!” Renata scampered forward, her tail twitching this way and that as she sprinted towards her girlfriend. The huldra tackled the harpy with a hug and began to pepper her face with kisses.
“Ren!” Minnie exclaimed with large eyes. Nervous, happy and overwhelmed chirps and twitters escaped the harpy’s lips at the plentiful affection.
Renata stopped for a minute but held onto the hug, her tail curled around one of Minnie’s leg’s “How’d the test go?”
“I think I did okay. Definitely passed but as for how high a score I got I don’t know,” Minnie awkwardly scratched the back of her head. That sentence didn’t put her in the best light. Renata deserved a smarter girlfriend than what the harpy felt she could achieve.
Renata smiled brightly up at her love though, her fangs poking out slightly. “That’s great, Min! We should celebrate!” Renata’s tail curled into the shape of a question mark. After a second she noticed the cyclops standing there awkwardly with a hacky sack. “Oh, hi Jamie! Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt friendship time,” the huldra apologized with a grin.
“It's okay. Minnie, if you wanna go out and celebrate with Renata you can,” James smiled softly over at his best friend.
“You sure?” The harpy studied the cyclops’ expression. He seemed to be calmer now and didn’t look as stressed.
“Yeah, go on. I’ll see you tomorrow,” James watched as Renata excitedly jumped up and down and guided Minnie away.
“Ren, wait! My bag!”
“Don’t worry, Minarooni, Soph and Marlon are on the case!” The huldra nodded over towards the tree. Marlon and Sophie had already made their way there. Sophie let out a happy crow when she got the bag and stole a kiss from her boyfriend. Marlon was flustered but returned his girlfriend’s affection with a stronger kiss. An alarmed tweet escaped Sophie’s lips but soon her attention was on making sure Marlon’s head didn’t fall off. After the dullahan’s head had securely been placed back on, the couple began to slowly walk over hand in hand.
“Bag has been secured!” Sophie smiled over at her twin.
“Awesome, so where are we heading?” Minnie looked around at the others.
“I was thinking Briarwood Coffeeshop would be the perfect spot!” Renata replied with a happy smile.
“Sounds good to me,” Minnie gave Renata’s cheek a quick kiss.
“Alright, then let's head over there,” Marlon led the way after the four monsters gave one final wave goodbye to James.
The cyclops returned it then sat back down by the tree. He wasn’t sure what he would do now. Jesse had soccer practice for a while still. James was deep in thought about it for a minute or two when suddenly he spotted Oakley in their black shirt with an upside down smiley face walking forward with their boyfriend, Duck. Duck was happily talking with his love as his brownish flannel blew gently in the wind and the black hoodie on his waist swayed. The mare’s overwhelming, unnerving aura was tempered a lot now that they were with Duck. Oakley looked over at the cyclops and smiled for a second at the sight of their good friend.
“Hey there, James!” Duck smiled brightly and gave a friendly wave.
“Hello,” James returned the smile.
“You don’t mind if we sit nearby and do some cloud watching, do you?” Duck’s usual dorky smile was on his face.
“I don’t mind at all,” The cyclops moved over his bag and the couple strolled over and plopped down onto the grass. Oakley immediately lay down spread eagle and looked up at the sky. Duck soon joined his love and lay beside them. His hand immediately found Oakley’s, causing a happy smile to appear on the mare’s lips. James decided he would get some homework done and started to work on a math assignment. Duck talked happily and pointed out all the different clouds he spotted while Oakley nodded and commented here and there. “Hey, James. Wanna take a break and cloudwatch with us for a bit?” Duck’s suggestion made the cyclops glance up, his eye widening in surprise before a gentle smile appeared on his face.
“Sure,” James sat down and looked up at the sky for a bit. Oakley reached over and pulled on Duck’s sleeve.
“Duck, hoodie?” The bags under the mare’s eyes shone in the sunlight.
“Sure! You feeling anxious, Knox?” Duck sat up and took off the hoodie before helping his love put it on. Oakley’s head popped out and their hair was all messy. Duck smiled and started to help them fix their hair which made Oakley’s heartbeat quicken a bit.
“Yeah, can I sit on your chest?” Oakley looked over at their boyfriend who nodded immediately. Soon the mare sat on top of Duck’s chest and looked back up at the clouds. Duck’s hands rested on Oakley’s legs.
“Feeling better?” Duck asked with concern.
Oakley nodded and gave a small, warm smile at the human. “Better,”
“Good,” Duck happily returned to cloud watching with his love when James spoke up.
“Seems like everyone is having anxiety today but it looks like you two have a pretty good system going,” James smiled softly over at the mare and human.
“Yep, I protect Oakley from getting overwhelmed from anxiety,” Duck declared proudly.
“He makes me feel safe,” Oakley smiled at their own words.
“And when I’m not here they have a special technique. Wanna show him, Knox?” Duck asked his love who gave a short nod. Oakley silently put on their hoodie and pulled on the strings, closing the hoodie completely save for their eyes.
“No one bugs me,” Oakley’s voice sounded happy.
James looked over, his eye large in awe at the simple yet seemingly effective trick. He definitely wanted to try that next time he got overwhelmed.
It had only been a few days since the cyclops had learned of the mare’s secret trick and his social anxiety was already flaring up. James quickly walked over to his locker and grabbed his blue hoodie. Pulling it over onto his body, James tossed the hood up and closed it. His big eye was the only part he didn’t block. He had to still be able to see in order to get to class. James could feel some of his anxiety melting away when suddenly he heard the soft hissing of Jesse’s snakes and felt his boyfriend’s hand on his shoulder.
“Hey James, ready for class-” Jesse paused in his sentence when James spun around, his face completely covered by the hood of his hoodie except for his big brown eye.
“Gah! What the fuck!” the gorgon exclaimed. His snakes hissed in confusion. They recognized James’ eye but didn’t understand why they couldn't see the rest of his face.
“Oops, sorry!” James pulled open his hoodie and put it back down. “Didn’t mean to scare you,”
“It's fine. Just wasn’t expecting that. Why did you have the hood pulled shut?” Jesse asked, his snakes happier now to see his boyfriend’s full face. They moved forward and gave small snake kisses to the cyclops. James softly laughed at the attention.
“Oakley said that it helped them deal with their anxiety when Duck isn’t around so I thought it could help with my social anxiety.But I can see the problem with it now,” James scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeah, it might not be the best idea. Works for Oakley but they have a unique way of getting through life.” Jesse took a deep breath. “Just come find me if you're anxious. And if you can’t find me, well... shit,” The gorgon hadn’t thought that far ahead. His snakes moved closer to him and hissed in his ears. “Listen, I have an idea for that too but for now just stick by me.”
James’ eye grew wide before softening. His heart pitter pattered happily at Jesse’s words.
“Okay,” The cyclops leaned forward and captured Jesse’s lips in a loving, warm kiss. The romantic gesture made the gorgon’s heart soar and he felt as though he had been petrified by the overwhelming emotions he felt in that moment. “Ready to head to class?”
James’ voice snapped Jesse back into reality. He cleared his throat, readjusted his sunglasses and took James’ hand. “Yeah,” Jesse led the way and the two began to talk casually while Jesse’s snakes hissed happily, truly at ease.
#twdg#twdg minnie#twdg james#twdg renata#twdg sophie#twdg marlon#twdg duck#twdg oakley#twdg jesse#minnie james brotp#james oakley brotp#twdg minata#twdg messe#twdg marlie#twdg duckley#fanfic#we are monsters we are proud au
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alrighty, play-by-play recap time!
“A shining civilization, until it fell...INTO THE SEA.” Something about that line/delivery makes me laugh
Kind of wish we had seen them solve to clues to Mervana
Why was this Huey’s quest? He doesn’t end up doing much. Did he chose this adventure?
“I like them.” “We know, Webby.”
Scrooge and Huey nerding out together is ADORABLE
Louie is already done
“Cool, now there’s two people who want to put us in constant danger.” Donald understands your pain. We need an episode focusing on Louie and Donald
I NEED to know why Della hates fish
Why is Della piloting the sub if she hates the ocean? I feel like Donald would be more qualified
“HEY, KNOCK IT OFF!” That was SUCH a sibling moment
LP isn’t here because he needed a break after last week’s episode OR something went down when he was with Oceanika and he can’t be in the ocean for some reason
Louie knows how this shit goes down
So according to Louie’s chart; Huey has been sacrificed the less with 10, then Webby with 15, Louie at 23, and Dewey at 63
“DEWEY’S ON TOP!” Sweetie, that’s not a good thing. How many of those times do you think LP saved him?
I bet Donald had/has a tally sheet too
Webby is PRECIOUS
“Life’s not some fairytale filled with happy endings and...” “MERMAIDS!” Webby is SUCH A MOOD this episode
It’s so cute how in AWE all of them are...
Except for Della
One more Della moment in the theme
Poor Donald
Those things in Aletheia’s headband look like eyes and I can’t unsee it. Also, STARFIRE THE MERMAID!
BEAST BOY THE MERMAN! He pretty much looks like a duck/mermaid version of Greg. It’s great
“So, speaking as a mermaid, WHAT’S IT LIKE TO ACHIEVE MY DREAM?!” WEBBY IS ME
I know the “suffering builds character” line is a joke, but it rubs me the wrong way
How is Scrooge’s hat not floating away?
Della’s reaction to saying fish is how I feel about eating fish
“Look at this stuff, isn’t neat!” THAT’S MY GIRL! I bet The Little Mermaid is Webby’s favorite Disney movie
This was much less dangerous than the last time Webby played hacky sack
Scrooge 100% DONE when they say that he’ll have to give up his worldly possessions
THERE’S THAT ONE MERMAID THAT LOOKS LIKE GOSALYN! I’m gonna pretend they are distantly related
Why is Honestus’ statue so BEEFY?
Louie is ALREADY calling bullshit
NO ONE MAY TOUCH THE DONALD
“Wow, a laid-back society where everything is free. Sounds PERFECT for you!” “It’s too perfect.” I love when Louie and Webby are paired off. They have pretty much opposite views of the world
“IT’S. A. TRAP! And take it down a notch, Beakley!” “Sorry, I was trying to drown out your nonsense.” You’re harshing her vibes, bro
“These hippies are harmless!”
Donald playing drums is adorable
“Operation Flower Power was...groovy.” FIRST THAT SUMMER IN PARAGUAY, NOW THIS! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS! Beakley probably has fucked as many people as Launchpad, possibly more
The face Louie makes after Beakley leaves is great. He knows Beakley fucks and does NOT want to think about that
I want to know all the warnings on the cave. My favorite of the ones I could see was NAAAAAHHHHHHH!
“Those MER-MURDERERS” Alliteration is fun, kids!
Digging the more proactive Louie, even if it is just to keep himself from dying
Donald is digging the vibe and Dewey is SO FOCUSED on playing the drums
FUCK YEAH, ARTS AND CRAFTS! Dewey was like “MY TIME HAS COME!” And Donald seemed pretty happy about arts and crafts too
Donald was TOTALLY checking out his own ass
Dewey is SO FOCUSED. Arts and crafts are SERIOUS BUSINESS
He looks SO PISSED when Scrooge takes the tail
Why do they have toxic markers? Hell, where did they even GET those markers?
“They’re ALL our markers” That face she makes is great
Dude, the harp fucking DRAGGED Honestus! We stan!
“It’s a beautiful castle made of coral and shells...” Webby, those are ruins
I knew that fish monster was Honestus. He had a crown and everything. Also they call him a sea serpent but nothing about him is serpent-like
“This is a chase” Is that really any better than a trap?
BEAKLEY TO THE RESCUE
“I’ve never been happier to see an adult!”
“Same thing we are-snoopin”
Webby ended up being spot on that the Mervanans had no idea what was really going on
“Something is going on here.” And Louie raises his arms in victory
I want more Beakley and Louie episodes. They are both cynical but deal with it in different ways, especially when it comes to Webby. Plus Louie has a unique position when he’s been the one that had secrets kept from him
“Her optimism is her strength!” “You can’t hide the truth from her forever!” “I kept her in a mansion for a decade, that worked out pretty well.” I don’t know why but this reminds me of how the Crystal Gems and Greg dealt with Steven
I love that Huey’s tail has the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook logo on it
Me and my sister agreed that Donald’s tail looks like an Easter egg
DONALD IS OUR LORD AND SAVIOR! NAMASTE, MY FRIEND
Dewey has flames on his tail because of course he does
“Man, these are hard to get around in. And off I go.” He just accepts that he’s falling
I’m with Louie, FUCK STAIRS
Della has that dumbass energy. We stan. Also, she and LP need to hang out. I feel like they’d somehow both lose in a game of Go Fish. Stupid, beautiful pilots :’)
“MOM LOOK AT MY SUPER COOL FINS!” “*gags* I have no family.”
CAPITALISTS DO NOT GET TO KNOW TRUE PEACE
Donald and Huey nodding after Aletheia calls Scrooge a judgemental boomer, beautiful
“I don’t want inner-truth, I want outer harp!” That’s a good line
“Scrooge, back to the arts and crafts section!” And then his face! Golden!
Louie clinging to Beakley’s arm is so cute
I LOVE YOU, HARP LADY!
“But I only tell the truth, a thing the merpeople used to value.” I feel like that could apply to other (current) situations
Whenever Honestus speaks during the song I lol
Also, what hard work was going on above the sea? Was there like a war or something? I need more!
I think the Harp and Honestus were a thing at one point
If the merpeople become more monstrous the longer they stay in the water, why are the ones who have lived their ENTIRE LIVES in the ocean still humanoid? How long was he gone? How many generations have come and gone? Why didn’t he age? I NEED MORE INFORMATION
Poor Webby. The person she trusted the most has been lying to her for who knows how long! I think we know what Webby’s arc for the season will involve
Louie does NOT want to be in the middle of this
MER-MURDER-MAIDS!
I want to PERSONALLY THANK the GENIUS that had David Tennant use hippie slang. You did the lord’s work
The face Scrooge makes when he thinks that they are gonna take his money is PRICELESS
I feel bad for the Mervanans. They were left to fend for themselves. They did pretty good for themselves all things considered but still
Della taking baby steps only to be pushed right back into her comfort zone, I felt that
She’s just like, nope
“Gotta get harp down. Gotta save family. Maybe sell the harp later.” The kid has his priorities straight
The way the Harp acts when Beakley picks her up is a mood and I ship it
“Is that what I sound like? Oh, boy.” I love the way Bobby says “oh, boy”
“We would never!” “Yeah, we’re vegan.” At least these merpeople actually flat out say they don’t eat fish, unlike other merpeople who act all high and mighty even though they probably eat fish too
I love the one dude who just kinda flaps out of the water
“I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.” “CORRECT!”
DUDE, DON’T INSULT THE MAN’S COOKING SKILLS! IT’S YZMA, KRONK, AND THE SPINACH PUFFS ALL OVER AGAIN!
I think Donald is just always angry ala Bruce Banner
Donald is me when someone says the wrong thing to me on an already shitty day
He just slings Dewey over his shoulder and drags Huey. I feel like a family meeting about chili is in their future. Though the Harp didn’t say whether or not Dewey was lying so...
“Our king returned and tried to eat us.” In the words of Zuko; that’s rough, buddy
“We’re all monsters on the inside.” “WE ARE?! GET IT OUT OF ME!” Vero is having a very bad day
“Mervana isn’t a place. It’s, oh boy, it’s in your heart!”
Louie and Webby make each other better and that’s what’s great about their team ups
“We need your inner-truths to move from your hearts to YOUR FISTS!” WEBBY WILL FUCK YOU UP
“WELCOME TO MERVANA” BITCH!
Poor Harp. It’s not her fault that she only has one setting
I WANNA RIDE A MERMAID! No, not that way! ok maybe that way too
Webby’s eyes sparkle when the merpeople get to land
DROP ON THE DECK AND FLOP LIKE A FISH
“TIME TO SEND THIS FISH BACK TO SCHOOL!” Della knows how to one-liner
Her Naruto run is great. I bet she’s been watching it with the kids
Della is gonna wash her leg SO HARD after that
I don’t think Honestus should have gotten off so easy. The dude’s a dick who only cares about himself. I know that wouldn’t mesh with the moral of the episode, but I still hate him
Della looks so fucking confused, like LP usually does. THEY ARE MEANT TO BE BESTIES
Dewey kept his tail. So cute!
“She’s kinda harshin’ my vibe.” I know, my dude, I know
“And it’s finally where it belongs.” “Telling shiftless hippies to get a job!” Scrooge is harshin’ my vibe. Stupid capitalist
The head kiss Beakley gives Webby GIVES ME LIFE! SO PURE
Well of course she’s fibbing! Beakley is/was a SPY! Her job was secret keeping!
I really enjoyed this episode. I, like Webby, ADORE mermaids so I wasn’t gonna complain there. I liked that the merpeople weren’t actually evil because that would have been predictable af. It really ties in with the legacy theme of this season. Just because the people who came before you were jerks doesn’t mean you have to be. I think I enjoyed the other episodes a bit more but that’s probably because they were a bit more focused on a single character and only introduced a few new characters. I give it an 8/10, not enough Launchpad and not NEARLY ENOUGH fish puns
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Emergency Friend
"Will you stop kicking your mama's bladder? We had this conversation already." Zizi was in the kitchen making lunch for her two sons, Manaco and Ahusaka, and her husband. Kahli had to go to the Kikai Empire, and she was not necessarily happy about that fact this close to the end of her pregnancy. Yet, she understood that diplomacy issues could not be avoided. "Boys, your baby sister is kicking up a storm. Even you two weren't this bad."
"Daddy says baby sissy is gonna be pretty like Mama." Manaco grinned widely as his mother served him a piece of grilled fish with some salad and green beans.
"Think she'll come and out play soon?"
"I'mma big brodder!" Ahusaka declared to Manaco. "Not little brodder, big brodder."
"You're a big and little brother, sweetie." Zizi kissed the top of his head. "Both of you eat your lunch."
Skull Kid sulked about, sneaking into Zizi’s house. He found himself bored, and wanted to see if he could have fun with his friend. Too bad she was all fat again. Stupid babies. “Wow. You look like a balloon ready to burst.”
Zizi held the spatula up in the air at him. "How many times do I have to tell you? Use the door."
“How many times do I have to tell you I do what I want?” Skull Kid took up room in the entire window sill, his back straight and one foot kicked upwards.
"You can do what you want. Just respect the rules of my house." Zizi waved the spatula at him. "And use the front door. The last thing I want is you falling through my window."
Skull Kid looked to ground, then he looked to the living room floor. “Right... So where’s your Fireplace gone off to?”
"Kahli had business in the Kikai Empire and I didn't want to give birth there or risk it being on dragon back, so I stayed here." Zizi wiped off Monaco's messy face. "The baby is due in three weeks. Against all odds, it's a girl. I thought for sure it'd be another boy."
“As long as they stay kids.” Skull Kid plopped down into her house, walking about like he owned the place. “Speaking about that, I thought I’d stop by to give a gift. Told it’s the nice thing to do.” Rather quickly, he pulled out a rattler made of oak. “I took this from some fairies. Should sooth babies or something.”
"Skully, you know that they're going to be adults one day. But for now, yes, they are children." Zizi was surprised by the rattler. Usually, Skully had the habit of avoiding the babies for a little while, at least until the kids were walking and talking. Due to what happened with his baby brother getting all the attention, she could understand how he felt around infants. She smiled, and said, "That's very nice of you, Skully. I'm sure Keira will like this rattler, this will be her first toy."
“My gift so I don’t have to see them later. Babies creep me out.” Skull Kid didn’t even like toddlers. He wanted Zizi’s kids to hit that fun age of proper childhood. “You expecting any company? Like a friend or doctor to slice you open to get to your baby? Hehehe.”
"Skully, that's not funny." Zizi gave him a frown. "The baby will arrive naturally unless it's an emergency."
“Only emergency will be getting you through the door.” Skull Kid laughed, congratulating himself for that one.
"Go ahead, joke all you want, just know if I sit on you, you're not going anywhere." Zizi crossed her arms. "And if I fart, then you're going to be gagging."
"Mama stinky." Ahusaka giggled.
"No, your sister is stinky, she's giving me gas."
“Pu-pleeeeease, your mommy can barely waddle, let alone have to force to sit on anyone.” Skull Kid chuckled again. “When’s it coming out? Why aren’t you with the ice queen?”
"... Zarazu has duties of her own. I'll let her know when the baby is born." Zizi was getting a little annoyed with Skully's attitude. He was like this when she was pregnant with Manaco and Ahusaka. "Once my daughter is here, Zarazu volunteered to watch the boys for a few days while I recover."
“Ok numb nuts. You’re just, what, gonna sit here alone until you leak out a waterfall?”
"Keira isn't supposed to be due for another three weeks. That means three weeks from now, Skully, 21 days. I have plenty of time, she's just a big baby." Zizi told him. "Manaco was a big baby, I thought I was carrying twins."
“Oh my god humans are sooooo dumb.” Skull Kid rolled his head back from personal annoyance. Why did adults think they could handle every task by themselves? Zizi seemed to be no exception. “Here I thought you were one of the smarter ones.”
"Skully, women have been alone while pregnant. I'll be fine, I am fine." Zizi insisted. "Look, Asakonigei is supposed to come over for a visit tomorrow. Does that make you feel better?" She then said with a small chuckle. "Look at you. All worried for me."
“Well, what if you bleed out? What if something happens to the baby. Can you get someone to look after you? Like Rinku, Doctor Boo Boo, or even Leere?”
"Look, Ari'phompha is right outside in the dragon barn." Zizi gestured through the window. "If I need help, she'll go get someone or even take me there, all right? She's just taking an afternoon nap, she's old. And Doctor Boo Boo helped deliver both my sons, he'll make sure I'm all right. You're worrying too much, he said everything was fine with the baby and me." She pulled Skully closer, in a headlock. "Look, I'm not going anywhere. Pojiji lived to be in her hundreds. Maybe I'll beat her old age, yeah?"
“Dragons are stup-HEY!” He shouldn’t have walked so close to her, now he was pulled into a headlock by a tiny, fat bellied woman. “Didn’t Pojiji die in a fiery explosion? You aren’t making a confident reason for me to not worry.” Finally pulling out, he adjusted his skull mask and hat. “I should get going. Honestly, go get someone. You look like a cow that’s ready to get tipped over in the middle of the night and not get back up. Hey.... that sounds like fun.”
"What I'm saying is, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, okay?" Zizi gave him a noogie, and then released Skully. "I don't care what cow you tip as long as it's not mine. But before you do that, you want some lunch?"
“Eeeeeeeeeeh?” Skull Kid rocked his hand back and forth. “I’m not super hungry, but I could stay for a bit?”
"All right, if you're going to stay, then do me a favor," Zizi managed lead her boys over onto the rug in the living area. There were carved toys there for her sons to play with while she knitted. Sitting on the couch, she patted the spot beside of me. "Hold my yarn."
“What’s that have to do with lunch?” Skull Kid picked up a ball of yarn.
"Lunch is in the pan on the oven if you want a salmon cake." Zizi told Skully, "You're more than welcome to the last one. I think there's some greens in the pot and some cornbread patties too." She then explained to her friend. "I always knit at lunch while the boys play. I'm working on a blanket for Keria's bed."
“Oh. Neat.” Skull Kid kicked the ball of yarn around like a hacky sack, growing bored.
"Now, now, hold it still, it has to be big enough for her bed." Zizi then asked. "How's the fairies? We don't get to talk as much as we used to."
“They’re doing good, pretty good. Still rather secretive. They didn’t like Ganondorf becoming king, they didn’t like Lorleidians pissing off a big scary monster who blew up a bunch of their friends, and they just, don’t like most people. Humans and monster kind are gross, mean, smelly, and generally stupid. There’s a few exceptions, but eh, they still won’t go public.”
"Well, I know they were always rather cordial when you took me to the forest to visit." Zizi shifted on the couch, feeling too much pressure in her hips. "They are so beautiful too, with such lovely songs. I'm surprised that Navi has put up with Link this long, though. She has told me numerous times that his past selves got into way too much trouble."
“That’s not how you pronounce ‘fun’ Zizi. Link is amazing. Saving the world, having exciting adventures, the best. Kind of sad in some ways Rinku got cheated out of killing Ganondorf this life time. You all could have let her decapitate Vul’kar as compensation at least.” He made a few make-believe sword swings to illustrate a point. “What’s she supposed to do now? Honestly has me worried.”
"I'm sure Rinku will have plenty of fun exploring the world. You know her, she's always had that wanderlust." Zizi shifted yet again, this time putting her feet on the coffee table. "I think she'd love to have a companion with her. Maybe next time she goes, you could go too. Do what you wanted to when she was a kid; go see the world together and pull the biggest prank that anyone has ever seen."
“I go with her from time to time. We have fun because Links don’t get put on this world for it.” Before Zizi could pick up on that Skull Kid switched the conversation in the same beat. “You gonna have hundred babies? Kind of gross.”
"Well, you can always change---OH!" Zizi jolted on the couch, nearly dropping her knitting. "Oh... that was a big kick."
“You see? What did I say? You want me to call someone?”
"It's just a kick, Skully, she kicks me all the---and I need to pee, help me up."
Skull Kid threw the ball of yarn next to her. “Honestly Zizi. You’re useless on your own right now.” He did help, however, pushing hard to get her on her feet. “Lose some weight, man oh man.”
"It's baby weight, I'm not fat." Zizi groaned slightly as Skull managed to get her standing upright. "And I'm not useless, that's a mean thing to say. I'll be right back, just watch the boys, will you?"
“Ok. Your sons weren’t going to pull you up now where they? Go stay with someone after you take your golden leak.” Skull Kid made sure Zizi got to the bathroom, then went to the tiny boys. “Now then. Who wants to learn how to make cheap pies to throw at people?”
"...?" Ahusaka looked at Skull Kid, puzzled.
"Mama says we can't touch the oven, might get a boo-boo." Manaco held up a wooden horse figurine. "Wanna play with me? You can have this horsey. I got another one."
Skull Kid rose an eyebrow behind his mask. “What’s not to get about whip cream? No oven involved. Also, trust me when I say horses are nothing but trouble. Tried to ride one once. Didn’t like listening to me.”
"Horsey fun." Ahusaka insisted, as he carefully lined up all the toy stallions, sorting them by color. "Very fun."
"Mama says not to get near oven." Manaco shook his head. "Could get a bad boo-boo."
"If you're trying to entice my kids into a prank, you might want to wait until they're a few years older, Skully." Zizi felt a little bit better after peeing nearly a gallon. Maybe drinking that orange juice first thing in the morning was not the brightest idea. "They're not the type to disobey... yet."
"Yeah. Cause I'm going to teach them what fun is." Skull Kid got annoyed, finally snatching the horse. "Nyah, nyah, look, its a Pegasus now." Skull Kid took two feathers from his collectables pouch, stabbing it into the horse’s sides. "Here's a flying horse."
"Oooh!" Ahusaka clapped his hands with a delighted giggle.
"Play nice, Skully," Zizi told her friend. "I know they're little right now, but they'll grow and you'll have much fun. Be patient, I promise it will be worth the wait."
"Waiting is a bore. I should know." Skull Kid handed the flying horse back and hopped to the window like a little gremlin. "Imma head out. Not in the mood for sandwiches. Are you going to move in with someone while your husband is away?"
"Leaving already?" Zizi frowned, looking sad. "I know I'm not as fun as I used to be, Skully, but I still do enjoy your company. If you don't want a sandwich or fish, I could always fix you something else." She then suggested. "You used to like it when we baked cookies together. Would you like to do that?" At his question of her staying with someone else, she shook her head. "If you're that worried," She then said with an impish grin of her own. "Stay with me."
Not as fun as she used the be. If that didn't hit the nail on the head. Skull Kid looked back and forth to Zizi and the outside world. He'd seen this scenario enough times before. 'Friends' grew old. They outgrew him. And even if they didn't, they died. Friends that weren't Link were temporary. The outside world always changed and could hold his curiosity. Old people simply didn't. Zizi was a good friend though. She cared in ways others hadn't. Even when he could sometimes act like a jerk without meaning to, she'd stay at his side.
Skull Kid tapped the window frame, looking back her from behind his mask. "Well... I can't take care of you if your water balloon pops, but I don't suppose cookies can hurt."
"What kind of cookies do you want to make? I think last time, we baked sugar cookies." Zizi waddled over to the kitchen and started pulling out the ingredients. Flour, eggs, sugar, and baking soda all went on the counter. "I got some chocolate chips we could add if you'd like. Or we could put in some mint."
"Mints gross. Do chocolate chip." Skull Kid scuttled back down to the kitchen, leaning up to peer over the counter.
"Chocolate chip it is, with..." She stood on her tiptoes, feeling around in the back. Zizi then pulled out a large container of rainbow colored sprinkles in the shapes of hearts and stars. "Extra sprinkles, right? Your favorite?"
"No, no, no. Just the chips!" Skull Kid tapped his hands on the counter in hurry to correct her. "Sprinkles are for little kids."
"Okay, so I'm going to put all these ingredients into the bowl, why don't you get out the pan for the cookies?" Zizi started mixing all the items required together in a large bowl. "And who says you're not a kid?" She teased playfully, "Who wanted extra marshmallows in his cocoa?"
"Because marshmallows actually taste good." Skull Kid grumbled, crossing his arms in a small fit. With a huff, he scuttled over to grab a pan.
"Well, I can't argue with you there." Zizi noted and soon had the mixture stirred into a delicious goop. "Want to lick the spoon?"
"Don't one of your children want that? I'm having the good cooked stuff."
"Just offering, the batter is sometimes the best in my opinion... especially with all the chocolate." Zizi licked her lips. "Do you want to do the portion sizes?"
"Yes." Skull Kid spoke in a tone as if it was an obvious choice from the beginning.
"Heh, have at it then." Zizi slid him the bowl and then make sure to heat up the oven. "So, what do you think of Keira for a baby girl's name? Kahli liked that one the best, though I still like Miku."
"Does it matter? It's your kid. They could be human child 3 for all I care. Keira sounds better though." Skull Kid swallowed down his portions rather quickly.
"Hey, you're supposed to take my side." Zizi teased him lightly with a nudge. "Now, Manaco's birthday party is coming up in four months. You're coming, right? He loved it when you brought fireworks last year."
"Sure, I can do something. You won't like it though. Manaco will love it."
"Oh? What won't I like?" Zizi arched an eyebrow at Skully.
“Secrets I don’t share with parents.” Skull Kid made a ‘bleh’ sound at her, giggling evilly after. “It’ll be fun though, I promise.”
"... as long as no one gets hurt." Zizi shook the spoon at him. "That's my only condition. And no setting things on fire."
“No one gets hurt, got ya. Psychologically either.” Freaking Zolori had to ruin the fun out of that last bit because she couldn’t take a joke. Skull Kid only promised to never do anything like that because Zizi was refusing to talk to him after.
"Good, that's my only..." Zizi stopped talking and looked down on the floor. "...? Did we spill water?"
“No? We didn’t even pour any.”
"That's what I was afraid of." Zizi took a slow breath and steeled herself against a contraction. She had done this twice, a third time would not make a difference. "Skully... I need you to go get---" A wave of pain hit and she groaned, gripping the side of the counter, biting her lip to keep from being too loud. She did not want to scare her sons. "... go get Doctor Boo-Boo."
“Oh.... OH!” Skull Kid panicked, wondering what do in this situation. “I told you! I told you your fat belly would get you into trouble!” Zizi needed help now and not later. With no idea what else to do, Skull Kid took out an old wooden ocarina from his pocket, playing an ancient song. For himself, he had a telepathic line to his best friend. “Rinku! Are you in Hyrule?”
“Skull Kid? What’s wrong?”
They both knew this was an emergency communication line. “Zizi’s exploding water at her house! I think her baby is ready to burrow out! I don’t know what to do! Can you bring Doctor Boo-Boo over here?”
“I’ll send word and head on over!”
Skull Kid looked back to Zizi, looking to her sons. “Hey kids! How’d you like to play hide and seek? Go hide in your rooms, and I’ll come and find you in ten minutes!”
Zizi was grateful that Manaco and Ahusaka lit up at the idea of playing hide and seek with a 'big kid'. After the boys had tottered off to their rooms, she inhaled sharply and tried to deal with the discomfort.
"I am going to throttle Kahli for leaving so close to my due date!" Zizi slammed her hand down on the counter. "He knew better! And damn that Zannah for making him feel like he had to go---ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!!" Her eyes watered as another strong contraction washed over her body. "Skully... I need you to get a few things ready for Keira's arrival..." She took another deep breath, trying to focus. "Warm water, a few clean towels, and..." She groaned. "And a blanket."
“O-ok.” Skull Kid did so, trying his best to not dawdle. He was able to acquire a blanket and a start the hot water when Rinku elbowed checked through the door and made a tactical roll into the kitchen. “Skull Kid, Zizi! I’m here!”
"Where's... Doctor Boo-Boo?" Zizi asked Rinku in-between deep breaths. She had to keep her breathing right. Breathe through the pain, and keep a clear head and not contemplate homicide. "Is he coming? The baby's already pressing pretty... pretty good."
“On his way sweety. Take deep breathes.” Skull Kid waddled over, placing down the hot water. Rinku took one of the towels, using the hot water to dab Zizi on the head.
"Do me another favor, kick Kahli really hard for me, just one time in the ass when he gets back." Zizi was trying to keep a cool head, but it was really starting to hurt. "I... I don't think the doctor's going to make it in time. She's pressing now and I have to push."
“It’s what?!” Skull Kid’s hands rose to grasp his head in further panic.
Rinku’s face turned a little pale herself. “Well screw my life.”
Skull Kid grabbed the blanket, his hands shaking. “What do we do? What do we do?!”
"One of you is going to have to get between my legs and the other is going to have to steady me, which is it going to be?!" Zizi's voice was starting to sound a little shrill. "I'm going to have to do this standing up, I can't move. Hurry up! Tell me!"
Rinku shouted to Skull Kid, holding Zizi steady. She felt she was the only one who could hold her tight. “Skull Kid! Play catch!”
Skull Kid went to below Zizi’s legs, terrified, yet ready.
"Don't. Drop. Her." Zizi ordered her friend through gritted teeth. She held onto Rinku's hand while the other arm steadied the Zemlja. It was hard to stay quiet, but she did not want to worry her sons who were undoubtedly wondering what was taking Skull Kid so long to find them. She furrowed her brow and tried to keep from shouting. Doctor Boveir was right. After the first child, the rest came rather quickly unless there were complications. One push, then two, then three... and on the fifth push, Keira started to emerge.
Rinku looked down, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. How did her own mother manage this multiple times? “Skull Kid! Here she comes!”
Skull Kid nearly bit his tongue to not scream as a squishy bundle of flesh landed in his hands. “Gross, gross, gross, gross. Oh god it’s so- oh where’s that stupid doctor!?!!”
"Don't call Keira gross, you big jerk!!!" Zizi's emotions were running on a high and her knees buckled. Slowly, Rinku lowered Zizi to the floor. She had no strength left after such a sudden birth. Taking her daughter from Skull Kid, Zizi wrapped Keira in a blanket and held her closely, keeping her warm. "All babies look like this when they're born..."
It wasn't but a minute later than Doctor Boveir was nearly tripping over his own feet trying to get in the door. "I'm here! I'm here, Zizi are you---oh." He stood there in shock for a moment. "Oh, wow, that must be a new record, a baby coming that fast---"
"Doctor Boveir, if you would be so kind to hush and help me."
"Right, right!" He fumbled with his suitcase, opening it up and making sure to get out the materials needed.
“You suck!” Skull Kid kicked the Doctor in the butt to move him along. “That was the most stressful situation I’ve been in for god knows how long ago?!��
Rinku patted the doctors back, knowing that he did the best he could for coming in time. “Thanks for coming Doctor Boo Boo.”
"Hey! Don't kick the doctor, you brat!" Doctor Boveir shooed Skull Kid away and then proceeded to make sure Keira's airways were clear and she was healthy despite a sudden birth. "Your little one seems to be in top shape, Zizi. I don't know how you did it, but I'm glad you had some help here with you." He gently took a towel and started to clean Keira of the mucus. Noticing the cookie contents on the counter, he then gave a small laugh. "Well... I bet this one will be really sweet since she arrived while you were trying to bake cookies."
“My cookies. Not yours. You didn’t do anything you hack.” Skull Kid growled towards the Doctor as he took the pan away.
"Would you two mind staying with Zizi a while longer until I can get in touch with Zarazu? She'll probably want to move her sister, nephews, and new niece into the castle since Kahli isn't here." Doctor Boveir gently handed Keira back to Zizi. "She's beautiful. Well done."
"I'm glad she's all right." Zizi looked exhausted. "Thank you, Skully, Rinku..."
“I told you so! And your welcome...” Skull Kid kicked the ground slightly.
Rinku patted her best friends back. “You did well buddy. How about we cook those cookies.”
~
After Manaco and Ahusaka were put to bed by Zarazu, she wished Zizi and newborn Keria sweet dreams. The Zemlja hated to inconvenience her sister, but it was nice to know everything was taken care of for now. She relaxed on the huge bed, and then looked over at the window. "I know you're there, you suck at hiding around me." Zizi said in good humor. "Come out."
Skull Kid knew the castle like the back of his hand. Hoping down and skidding down a pillar, he had a cookie stuffed in his mouth. “You feeling better?”
"A little sore, but nothing that I can't survive." Zizi patted the spot in the bed beside of her. "Thank you for what you did today. That was really brave. I apologize for yelling at you, the pain and my emotions were getting the best of me."
“Yeah they were.” Skull Kid hopped over to her spot, eating his cookie some more. “Please don’t ask me to do that again. I’m glad I did it once for you, but it’s gross.”
"It's not gross, it's a very big ouch, thank you." Zizi poked his forehead. "But just think of it this way, now, you have another little friend to play with. Well... when she gets a little bigger."
“It’s a tiny potato for now. You gonna listen to me next time?”
"Good spirits, yes, I will listen to you... if there is a next time." Zizi crossed her arms. "Kahli is still going to get a lecture when he gets home."
“Gonna divorce him?”
"No, but I have a feeling he will listen next time I tell him he better not leave so close to my due date." Zizi sighed and then gathered the extra blanket at her side and tossed it over Skull Kid. "I think we will have to resume our baking when I return home, Skully. More chocolate chip? Or do you want snickerdoodle?"
“More cookies. I snicker at your doodle.”
"Heh, you never change." Zizi laughed softly and then settled back on the pillows. "Skully, I know this is an odd question to ask, but... do you still dream when you sleep?"
“Nope.”
"So, you just live with the memories of all the lives you've seen." Zizi laid there, in deep thought for a moment. "I know you remember Link from all his lives, correct?"
“Yeah. Little foggy sometimes with gaps in my memory.”
"Do you think you'll remember me?" Zizi asked him honestly. "My family?"
Skull Kid paused. To be truthful, he didn’t know for sure. “I hope so. I do.”
"One thing is for sure," Zizi told Skully with a soft smile. "You'll always be my friend."
“Thank you. You’re my friend too Zizi, He he he.”
"How about we have a sleep over of sorts?" Zizi asked him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Just lay here and talk for a while until we fall asleep?"
“Ok. Sounds like fun.” Skull Kid snuggled happily close. He didn’t get a lot of sleep overs anymore. “What do you want to talk about?”
"How about we talk about updating the tree house a little? I think it needs a fresh coat of paint."
“Yeah, we could do that.”
"Maybe I can grow the tree a little larger and we can add another room. After all, I'm sure my kids would love it if you shared your 'awesome clubhouse' with them one day."
“Well, I suppose I can share one of them.”
"Only one? What if I end up having a dozen kids? You know how Kahli is." Zizi snorted. "He won't keep his hands off me."
“And you said you didn’t know if you’d have more kids. You really are an adult now Zizi. You used to be so free spirited. Now you’re chained to motherhood. Dumb.”
"Hey," Zizi nudged him lightly. "That doesn't mean I can't have fun anymore. Adults can still be fun, but you have to find one who knows how to do so. Tell me, who else would indulge your games? You know that I'm still the master of tag."
“Hide and seek? Appropriate pranks on your sisters. Poisoning Zannah?” He tilted his head innocently at that last suggestion.
"... if you meant laxative in her tea by 'poisoning', quite so." Zizi agreed. "I really don't like that woman. Or her stupid robot."
“Ugly robot too. Why don’t we blow him up?”
"If you figure out a way, please let me know. Though for now..." Zizi then suggested. "Let's think of a way to prank Kahli when he returns. I do believe he deserves it."
“Gonna make him never hurt your feelings again.” Skull Kid, turned to Zizi, noticing she was passing out into sleep. “... Heh. Goodnight friend.”
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