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Yearling - Ch. 5: Movement

Tommy asks Joel for a favor. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-4 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: None, but the whole fic is violent and eventually smutty. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only

Length: 5.8k

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Spring, 1997

Your parents couldn’t have planted a better way to catch you sneaking out of the house if they tried.

Not that you snuck out much. Usually you just went down to the stables to hang out with your horse, Athena, when you couldn’t sleep. Or you went to clamber onto the roof over the front porch to lay out and look up at the stars. You’d always loved the constellations, memorizing the patterns and the stories that went with them.

But there was one stupid floorboard just outside your parents’ bedroom that creaked when you stepped on it and you tried to dodge it, you really did, but it was dark and you misjudged just where you were in the hall. You stood, ball of your foot on the squeaky board like it was a landmine, lifting your weight slowly, hoping it minimized the sound. It didn’t make much difference.

You waited, just beyond their door, to see if there was stirring inside but the only sound was your dad’s even snoring. The rest of the path to your brother’s room was easy.

Once you’d closed the door softly behind you, you dove onto his bed, hurtling your weight against his stomach and chest, making him groan.

“What the fuck?” Richie mumbled, shoving you back. “The hell you doin’ in here, Bug? What time s’it?”

“Almost four,” you tucked your legs below you, sitting back on your heels, moonlight shining off his skin. “I need your help.”

“Whatever it is can wait an hour and a half ’til I’m up for the day,” he groaned, turning onto his stomach and burying his face in his pillow. “Fuck off.”

“See, it can’t though,” you pushed on his arm and he turned his head. You could barely make out his glaring at you in the dark. “Has to be now, c’mon.”

“Bug, I swear to God…”

“Mama’ll kill you if she hears you taking the lord’s name in vain around me,” you said, smug. You could almost hear him roll his eyes. “Fine, you want to stay here? I’ll do it myself but you’re gonna get in trouble for lettin’ me.”

That got his attention.

“Lettin’ you do what?” He asked. “Not a damn soul can control you least of all me…”

“Well I’m gonna go break Triton so you can either help and make sure I don’t snap my neck or you can stay here and face Daddy’s wrath…”

“You’re what!” He yelped, sitting bolt upright. You shushed him, clasping your hand over his mouth, keeping it there until you were sure neither of your parents were about to come into his room to see what the commotion was.

“Sorry,” you whispered when you released him. “Don’t be so dumb next time, Jesus…”

“You ain’t bein’ serious,” he said, propping an arm on his knee as he rubbed the sleep from his face. You didn’t say anything, just looked at him. He sighed. “Dammit Bug. You’re my least favorite sister, you know that, right?”

“I’m your only sister,” you said, smug. “Now c’mon, let’s go! Everyone will be working in like two hours…”

“I’ll meet you at the stable in 10 minutes,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes again. “I’m just in boxers, not gettin’ outta bed with you here.”

“Gross,” you said cheerfully, going for his door.

“Don’t you dare even go in his stall ’til I’m there, you understand me?” He said, voice sharp. “I mean it, Bug, you’ll get fuckin’ trampled.”

“I’m not an idiot,” you rolled your eyes and left, heading to the stables.

It was so early that no one was at work yet and the ranch was still and quiet. You went into the stable and peered into Athena’s stall for a moment, your horse sleeping peacefully. You resisted the urge to go curl up next to her and went to collect the tack for Triton.

You waited by his stall, the stallion just starting to stir. He got to his feet and shook his large head once, his mane bouncing with it as he ambled over to the door. He was big, one of the biggest horses on your father’s ranch. You’d ridden bigger horses than him but never one who wasn’t well broke.

But you’d been watching your father and brothers and two other ranch hands struggle to get through to Triton for weeks. You perched on the fence post and watched as they got thrown and kicked, the horse often taking off to the other side of the paddock while totally out of control. They couldn’t get him past saddle broke, Triton willing to take tack but not a rider. He’d been a significant investment, intended to be used as a stud for some of the mares on the ranch as well as a horse to drive cattle, but he was useless if the men couldn’t get him to take commands.

You’d sat and watched them fail and fail with him the day before, silent from your position on the fence, when Triton took off, doing a circuit of the paddock and coming to a stop near you. Your dad screamed at you to get back on the other side of the fence but you ignored him, slowly reaching your hand for the horse’s muzzle. His velvet nose sniffed you before he pressed into your palm and you petted him gently. He chuffed and moved closer and you looked in his eyes. He was just afraid. Afraid of the big men and their frustration and rage and the plans they had for his body that were going to shit because he wouldn’t bend to their will.

“I understand you,” you said quietly. He chuffed again and twitched his ears. “It’s OK. I understand. I’ll help. I understand.”

Kevin, one of the ranch hands, ran over and grabbed Triton’s reins, tugging him away from you, making his large hooves stomp into the dirt.

“Can’t go messin’ with the princess of the ranch,” he muttered as the horse tossed his head and dragged his feet.

You decided then that the men weren’t ever going to get this horse to where he needed to be. They couldn’t. But you could. You just needed a chance, just needed to connect with him and let him figure it out with you, that’s all.

“You’re fuckin’ nuts, Bug,” Richie yawned, tugging his Levis up by the beltloops as he came over to you. “Triton’s gonna chew you up and spit you out.”

“Well then you can watch and tell Brendan all about it,” you said, jerking your chin toward the bunk house where your oldest brother now lived. “But you’re wrong. I’m gonna get him there. He just needs someone to trust.”

“Swear to shit you break somethin’…”

“It’s on me,” you smiled. He sighed and waved you back as he put the bridle on Triton and brought him out of his stall. Richie got the horse saddled and you stood back and watched, Triton keeping his eyes on you the whole time. The three of you went into the paddock, the only light coming from the barn, the moon and the stars. You clambered onto the fence as Richie held the reins.

“What do you wanna do?” He asked, watching you. “Since you want to be a ranch hand so damn bad.”

You flipped him off before holding your hand out to Triton, letting him sniff you. It took him a moment before he pressed his soft, smooth muzzle into your palm, his breath hot on your skin. You took a deep breath.

“You remember how to handle if he tries to buck you, right?” Richie asked, tone nervous. You nodded. “And I know you know how to try and fall and land when he throws you?”

“I’m not a dumbass,” you rolled your eyes. He just nodded.

“Alright, well…” He sighed, looking at Triton. “I’ll make sure you don’t get trampled, don’t do anything stupid.”

You nodded and swallowed, putting your hand on Triton’s neck and stroking him gently, moving down his body until you reached his saddle. It was more nerve-racking than you anticipated, getting ready to climb on Triton. You knew what was about to happen was going to hurt, even if he didn’t throw you. And Triton was big. Bigger than Athena by a hand at least, closer to two. Controlling him would be harder even if he was well broke.

“You gotta get on ‘em quick,” Richie sounded nervous.

“I ain’t stupid,” you muttered, putting your hands on the saddle.

“Sure you ain’t,” Richie muttered back.

You ignored him and all but jumped on Triton’s back, snapping your feet into the stirrups and Richie bolting back from the horse as he shot off away from the fence, totally outside your control. But you hung on, even as he started to buck below you. You tried to reach out, get a hand on him instead of just the saddle but your foot slipped from the stirrup and you flew, smacking into the dirt, the air knocked out of you. You heard Richie scrambling to get Triton under control as you rolled and got to your hands and knees, gasping for breath.

“Alright, you tried,” Richie panted, Triton whinnying and stomping his feet in protest. “Let’s go in before you really get hurt.”

“No,” you got up and brushed yourself off, feeling the grit under your palms. “I’m good, I want to go again.”

“Bug,” Richie sighed.

“I’ll do it without you.”

He sighed again.

“Catch your breath first,” he said. “Then we’ll go again.”

Triton threw you three more times but you kept getting up and getting back on him, Richie sounding more and more frustrated each time.

“Can’t keep doin’ this,” he said as you got ready to get back on Triton yet again. “You’re fixin’ to get yourself killed…”

“One more,” you said, shaking your arms to loosen up more. “Let me do one more and if he throws me again I’ll go in.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “One more, Bug. Then I’m puttin’ you over my shoulder and draggin’ you in, I don’t care if you scream the whole ranch down.”

You just nodded, looking up at Triton for a moment, his nostrils flaring. You reached your hand out for his nose again and it took a moment before he pressed his muzzle into your palm.

“It’s OK,” you said to him gently, looking him in the eye. “I’m tryin’ to help you, not tryin’ to hurt you. It’s OK.”

“He can’t understand you,” Richie said. You glared at him.

You jumped on Triton again and he took off but you were able to get seated properly this time, heels low in the stirrups, one hand on the reins the other on the saddle as he bucked and writhed. You could feel how he was moving this time, able to shift in tandem with him, like you were an extension of him and he of you. You could sense his anger and longing for control and almost rabid panic as you held on until, eventually, he started to calm below you. His movements slowed and eased, reduced to scratching his hooves at the earth and tossing his head as you held the reins.

“Holy shit,” Richie breathed as you leaned forward slowly, cautiously, and stroked Triton’s neck.

“See?” You said gently, voice soothing as you ran your fingers over him. “You’re OK. It’ll be OK, I’ll take care of you, not going to hurt you, you’re OK…”

You let him walk the perimeter of the paddock, tossing his head and puffing, occasionally getting restless and trying to buck you again. You were ready for him though, hanging on when he thrashed and reaching forward to soothe him and praise him when he calmed.

When the sun began to rise on the horizon, you had him responding to some basic commands. You were able to turn him right or left and pull him into a one-rein stop. You’d almost forgotten you were doing what you were doing without permission until you heard your father screaming your name as he ran for the fence. He jumped it like he was a man in his 20s not his 50s, hurtling for you. You tightened your grip on Triton’s reins and leaned forward on him, shushing him as he started to stomp impatiently.

“You tryin’ to get yourself killed?” He panted, his eyes huge. “The hell were you thinking!”

“Daddy,” you said, voice calm. “You’re gonna spook ‘em and I’ve been workin’ all mornin’ to get him here, appreciate it if you don’t ruin it for me.”

“It’s true,” Richie said, his arms crossed as he leaned against a fence post. “She’s been at it for hours…”

“And you let her?” Your father rounded on your brother. “She’s 13, she’s a kid but you’re 18, you’re an adult! I expect better outta you…”

“You know as well as I do that nothin’s gonna stop her once she sets her mind to somethin’,” He replied. “Figured it’d be better if I were out here to help than if she did it on her own.”

“You were scarin’ ‘em, Daddy,” you said, stroking Triton’s neck gently. He chuffed at it, turning his head enough to look back at you. You met his gaze and smiled softly, giving him a reassuring pat. “He just needed to know someone was lookin’ out for him. That’s all. Can’t just force ‘em, Daddy. Gotta help ‘em.”

The ranch hands had started gathering around the fence, looking up at you from your perch on the back of the horse you’d brought to heel. He shifted his weight, wary, but calmed when you leaned over his neck, your hands on him.

“Just gotta help ‘em.”

***

Late April, 2026

“Hey, Joel,” Tommy jogged over to him as he walked back to his house. It was still outside, the air cool but with the promise of summer on the edges of it. The sun was setting, most people in town already home if they weren’t eating a late dinner at the mess hall or going to the Tipsy Bison for a drink. Joel found himself actually looking forward to the quiet evening alone before his brother came up, looking forward to the silence and the chance to relax into what his life was now. “Got a minute? Been meanin’ to talk to you about somethin’.”

“Sure,” Joel shrugged, heading inside. “Not like I got anywhere to be.”

He led the way into the house, Tommy lingering at his bookshelf like he was reading the titles of the books there. As if he hadn’t seen the room dozens of times before.

“Get you a drink?” Joel called from the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water.

“Nah,” Tommy said. “Won’t be here too long. Unless you wanted to do somethin’…”

“What’d you need, Tommy.”

He smiled a little, nodding and looking at the ground for a second before meeting his eyes again.

“Just wonderin’ what you thought of Bambi and the job she’s doin’ here so far. Since you brought her into town and all…”

Joel looked at him for a moment, taking a drink of water to buy himself time.

He didn’t want to admit it but he’d been all but actively avoiding you since the incident at the stables in December. Not that he wasn’t perfectly polite when he saw you, always giving you an expected “how’s your day” when he came by to get a horse or return one. You weren’t exactly verbose in return, usually just shrugging or saying “fine” and handing him the reins or taking them back. He didn’t feel like he could get any closer to you than that. He was focused on trying to fix things with Ellie, still trying to remember what it was like to be a whole person with something to live for. And you seemed to want little to do with anyone at all, content to be on your own with the horses and sometimes the dogs. You didn’t trust people and he didn’t blame you. It wasn’t fair to you for him to try to insert himself into your life, to try to be your friend.

In part because he wasn’t sure he could be just your friend.

He didn’t trust himself to try to keep a reasonable distance from you if he got closer. Every time your fingers brushed his when he passed his horse off to you after a patrol he wanted to take your hand and pull you against him. He wanted to breathe you in, feel you against him, soak up the vitality that clung to you like a second skin. He wanted to know you and understand you but he knew and understood himself enough to know that this wouldn’t be enough. You were beautiful and strong and so fucking alive he wanted to take in everything you would give him, everything. He wouldn’t be satisfied with just being friends, not with how he already saw you, how he was already drawn to you. He wanted to be your friend. He couldn’t stop at being your friend.

So he kept his distance.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t notice things. He noticed things. He noticed the fact that you stood up a little straighter now. He noticed that sometimes you wore your hair down now and you didn’t stare at the ground when he caught a glimpse of you going to the mess hall. He noticed that you always wore his coat, even as the weather grew warmer and he knew you had to be sweltering in it, especially as you worked in the stables. He’d never seen you in town without that coat.

“Doin’ good, all things considered,” he shrugged after a second. “Horses seem good, ‘specially Samson. But you’d be better off askin’ one of her friends than me, don’t know her all that well.”

“Well now, see, that’s the thing,” Tommy cupped the back of his neck and winced a bit. “She doesn’t exactly have a lot of those…”

Joel frowned. He’d never seen you with people but he assumed that was because he usually saw you when you were working. You couldn’t just be alone here. Right?

“She must have a couple,” he said. “She’s been here months…”

“Yeah, the council is worried about that, too,” Tommy nodded. “She’s got a big job here now and she’s doin’ that real well, got Samson to the point that we can take ‘em on patrol and shoot from his back and he don’t even flinch but they’re worried she’s not integrating here well otherwise.”

“Can’t force her,” Joel shrugged as he took another drink of water. “She don’t want friends, can’t make her have friends, Tommy.”

“We just can’t afford to have her want to leave,” he said. “So Maria asked me to talk with you. See if you could check in on her a bit, see how she’s doin’…”

“Tommy,” Joel sighed, tensing his jaw. “Don’t think I’m the right person…”

His brother cut him off.

“Only person she is friends with is Ellie,” he said.

“Ellie.”

“Ellie. And I know you’d want to keep an eye on what Ellie’s up to, make sure she’s a good influence,” Tommy said. “Make sure if she does decide to take off she don’t take Ellie with her…”

Joel sighed again. He knew what Tommy was doing. He wasn’t stupid. Joel could say no to his brother, he could say no to the council, he couldn’t say no to looking out for his daughter. He hadn’t even responded when Tommy smiled, like he knew what Joel was about to say.

“About time we added her to the patrol rotation, anyway,” he said. “Thought you could make sure she knows how to shoot, show her the ropes. We’ll go out with her later this week, see how she does. She can pair up with you after that, assuming all goes well.”

“Sure,” Joel said before he could do the smart thing and push back on it. “For a bit at least.”

“Great,” Tommy smiled, clapping Joel on the shoulder. “Appreciate it!”

Joel stood on his porch and watched his brother leave before he sighed and went back into his house. He sat on his couch and put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands for a moment. He’d just need to keep it together for a few weeks. Get you up to speed and set up to go on patrol with someone else and make sure that you weren’t about to take off in the middle of the night while taking Ellie with you. He’d gotten himself to a life that was satisfying, even if it wasn’t necessarily happy. He had people he cared about, a community he liked being a part of, a home to come back to at the end of the day. He didn’t want to want more than this. You were dangerously close to longing, to wanting more than he had.

But if you were friends with Ellie, he’d have to check in on you.

He considered drinking before seeking you out. That’s what he wanted to do, anyway. Drink or sleep and put this off. But he decided to bite the bullet and walked to your house. He frowned when he got there, the lamp in the entry way on. Joel remembered you turning it off when you got home the last time he was here. He remembered everything you did when he’d walked you here that night four months ago. But it was after nine. He’d never seen you in the Tipsy Bison, never seen you stay at the mess hall for a meal - always taking your food and all but fleeing with it. Ellie’s had been dark when you left. Where the hell were you?

He headed for the stable, not sure where else to check for you when a thought crossed his mind. What if you did have someone in town, someone Tommy hadn’t noticed? A place you’d be after dark when the day was done, someone who you didn’t ask to stop at the end of your walk, who got to run their fingers over your skin and feel how soft he knew you must be, who got to push his coat off your shoulders and undress you bit by bit.

Well, that would have to be a good thing, he thought to himself as his stomach twisted and his chest got tight. That would mean that you had ties to the community and he wouldn’t need to worry about checking in. He could keep his distance and try not to think about someone else touching you the way he wanted to touch you. Fuck, what if someone was touching you…

He tried to ignore the relief that was so deep he felt it in his marrow when he found you at the stables. No one else was around, even on the road outside and he didn’t think you were expecting anyone. You were in a stall with one of the horses, running a brush over her, still wearing his coat even though it was plenty warm and you were singing. It wasn’t loud - he got the impression you were trying to keep it down, to keep from drawing any unwanted attention and not spook the horse - but it was powerful, your voice strong and clear. Without the music - especially the bass line - it took him half a second to place the song, but you were singing The Chain. It was slower, more lilting and less forceful than what he was used to but he liked it. He smiled at that. He couldn’t remember the last time he heard someone singing Fleetwood Mac. Especially not someone who was good. Damn good. And you were, you were really fucking good.

If it had been before - before the outbreak, before he had the responsibility of being a father and he still had the dream of being a musician - and he heard you sing, he’d have approached you. Hoped to have latched onto your talent, your voice, hoped that you’d let him have anything to do with a sound like that. Now, he just listened to it, basked in it, let your voice seep into him as he tried to hold onto it, onto you.

You came to the end of the song and you hadn’t noticed him there, your usual hyper-vigilance lessened when you were focused on something else, and you pressed your forehead against the side of the horse’s head, saying something quietly to it that he couldn’t quite hear.

“You’re good,” Joel said. You jumped and spun, your eyes wide and doe-like, frantically looking for either a place to hide or a way to attack. He wasn’t sure which. He held up his hands as he pushed off the post he’d been leaning on. “S’OK, not going to hurt you, wasn’t tryin’ to scare you…”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Your body relaxed some and you picked up the brush that you’d dropped in your panic. “You can’t just sneak up on people like that!”

“Wasn’t tryin’ to sneak up on you,” he said, stepping closer. You watched him and adjusted, sticking close to the horse. “Promise. Just hadn’t heard someone singing that song in a long time and didn’t want to interrupt. You really are damn good.”

“Thanks,” you said, cautious and cagey as you moved to the other side of the horse.

“You play?” Joel asked, moving to the wall of the stall you were in. He propped his arms on the top of it, keeping his hands visible, hoping that would help make you less nervous.

“Play what?”

“Anything,” he laughed a little. “Just sound like you know what you’re doin’ with music so I was wonderin’ if you played.”

You looked at the horse, starting to brush her side.

“Yeah,” you said after a minute. “Yeah. It’s been a few years, but I play. Could play. Sure I could play again if I had the chance.”

“What do you play?” He asked, watching you, the tension slowly leaving your body.

“Guitar,” you said, focusing on the horse and not looking at him. “Piano, violin and fiddle, drums. Like a kit, don’t know much about full percussion, don’t want me on a marimba or something…”

“So you really know music,” he smiled a little, picturing you with a guitar, your hair falling forward as you bent over the body of the instrument in your arms.

“Somethin’ like that,” you stopped brushing and looked up at him. “Can I help you with anything or do you just like spying on people?”

“I was hoping to talk with you actually,” he said. “If you have a minute.”

“I’m just grooming Renaissance here,” you said, nodding to the mare. You kept the horse’s body between him and you. “Now’s a good a time as any.”

“Why are you here so late?” Joel frowned. “You need more help in the stables? Because shouldn’t need to work all…” “I like being here,” you cut him off, defensive. “Renaissance came back covered in burrs today so I figured I’d give her a good once over. I don’t have to be here, I want to be here.”

“OK,” he said gently.

“OK,” you said, a little calmer, looking back at the horse, brushing her again. “What did you want?”

“Wanted to see how you’re doing is all,” he said. You looked at him with narrowed eyes over the back of the horse. “And talk to you about addin’ you to the patrol rotation.”

You frowned at that.

“Patrol?” You said. You had the doe eyes again. “Like… leave Jackson. Go lookin’ for trouble.”

“Not lookin’ for trouble,” he smiled a little. “Just checkin’ in on what’s goin’ on nearby and intervening before there’s trouble. Think you’d be good at it.”

“What would I need to do?” You asked.

“We’d need to make sure you can shoot,” he said. “Already know you can ride just fine.”

You snorted at that.

“Pretty sure you can spot a threat from about a mile out,” he teased a little and your eyes met his, less big and scared this time. Instead they were sharp - in the clever way - and soft.

“I can shoot,” you said. “And I’m good at watching for threats. Except when they’re you sneakin’ up on me at the stable, apparently.”

Joel shrugged.

“Maybe you just know I’m not a threat.”

“Do I?” You asked, head cocked.

“Still wearin’ my coat,” he said. “Don’t think you’d do that if you thought I was a threat.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“I get cold.”

“And I’m not a threat,” he said. “At least, not to you.”

You finished brushing the horse and put your hand on her haunch as you came around back of her to the wall of the stall. You stood in front of him, the closest you’d ever been to him voluntarily. His breath hitched.

“So how’s it work?” You asked, looking up at him.

“How’s what work?” He’d damn near forgotten what he was talking with you about.

You smiled a little.

“Patrol. How’s it work?”

“Right,” he said quickly. “Well, I’ll take you out sometime in the next few days here, test your shooting. Assuming you’re good with that, you’ll go out with me’n Tommy for a bit, make sure you’re OK with it, then we’ll work you into the regular rotation. You’ll go out every few weeks, usually with the same partner so you’ll get used to workin’ with someone.”

You nodded slowly.

“And I’d be armed, right?” You asked. “Assuming that’s why you’d need to know that I can shoot?”

“Yeah, Bambi,” he laughed a little. “Not gonna send you out there without a gun.”

“OK,” you nodded slowly. “I can do that.”

You opened the stall and put the brush away before getting a blanket, Joel watching you the whole time.

You frowned.

“Anything else?”

“Figured I’d walk you home,” he said. “Assuming you’re done here…”

You looked at him for a second, considering him.

“OK.”

You went back into the stall and put the blanket over the horse and gave her a quick scratch and whispered something to her before closing the stall behind her. You shoved your hands in your pockets and started off, Joel careful to be close but not so close that you tensed up and watched him, all vigilant caution.

“So,” he said after you’d been walking for a minute. “You likin’ it OK? Jackson, I mean?”

“I think so,” you frowned a little. “It’s hard to really know. Haven’t been around people like this in so long, feels a little like I’ve been dropped onto an alien planet and I’m still figurin’ it all out.”

Joel nodded.

“I was the same way, comin’ here,” he said. “‘Course I’d been in a QZ for the 15 or so years before but that was different, place was nothin’ like here. But I had Tommy’n Ellie when I got here… Still. It took adjusting.”

“So you’re Ellie’s dad?” You looked up at him, your hands in the pockets of the coat, your brows drawn together.

“No,” he sighed, though that felt like a lie to say. He felt like Ellie’s dad. He felt like Ellie’s dad more than he felt like he was anything else that mattered. “But I’m her guardian. We traveled here together, from Boston. She had family out this way, or we thought she did, anyway. Hired me to bring her out here since I was heading west, anyway, lookin’ for Tommy. Her people were gone before we got here and… Well, by then I didn’t want to leave ‘er anyway…”

You nodded, a sense of understanding in your eyes before you looked at the ground.

“So she’s your daughter in the ways that matter,” you said, looking back at him after a moment.

“Yeah,” Joel nodded.

“And you did something that pissed ‘er off good,” you said, smiling a little.

“Yeah,” Joel said, laughing once at the simplification of it. “Somethin’ like that. Yeah. It was the right choice but I understand why she’s mad. Don’t expect her to forgive me for it, but… I hope she will. I hope she’ll understand, one day.”

“Kids are hard,” you said, looking straight ahead. “But she’s a smart kid. She’ll understand it at some point, if it really was the right thing.”

Joel nodded. He wasn’t sure Ellie would ever see it as the right thing. But that was OK. He knew it was. Anything that kept her alive was the right thing. That was all he needed.

“You’re friends with her,” he said. He’d meant to ask it but it hadn’t come out that way.

“She decided we were friends,” you smiled a little. “But… I like her. She’s… she’s something else.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely that,” Joel laughed.

He stopped at the gate to your front walk and you stood in front of him, your hands in the pockets of the coat you’d kept, looking up at him and fuck he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to take your face in his hand and pull your mouth to his and kiss you. The moonlight caught on your hair and made your eyes shine and he wondered if you’d taste sweet, he felt like you would.

“When is good to do the shooting stuff?” You asked.

“Tomorrow work?” He asked, both hands firmly in the pockets of his jeans so he wouldn’t do something stupid. “Afternoon?”

“Yeah,” you nodded after thinking for a second. “Shouldn’t have any patrols coming or going then, should be able to leave the stable for a few hours, be back in time for the evening feed.”

You gave him a tight smile and opened the gate, closing it behind you, the signal clear: he stayed on that side of it.

“Thanks,” you said. “For walkin’ me.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, no problem.”

He watched you head up your walk and, before he could stop himself, called out.

“I have a guitar.”

You stopped and turned, frowning.

“What?”

“If you ever wanted to try playin’ again,” he said. “I have a guitar, you can come by… Borrow it. If you want.”

Your face lit up at that.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Anytime you want. Just… just come by.”

You nodded.

“Thanks,” you smiled, a little wider that time. “I might do that. Night, Joel.”

He took a long look at you.

“Night, Bambi.”

Next Chapter

A/N: Joel just might have a bit of a crush here and Bambi might just be less freaked out by Joel than she is everyone else in town.

Hey, progress!

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Thank you so much for being here! I appreciate you taking the time to read this and for following along with Joel and Bambi's journey. It means the world. Love you!!

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 9 months

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Headcannon:

Say Erik is in a relationship and reader is the toxic baby mama ( let’s switch it up a bit ) 🤣

“Erik your baby mama is calling your phone again.”

Erik turned his eyes away from the TV for the fifth time. He was spending some quality time with his new girlfriend when Y/N decided 10 pm was the perfect time to call. He dropped off their son hours earlier and got into a heated argument because Erik finally confessed to having a new special someone.

“Are you gonna answer it, E?”

“Aight,” Erik exhaled frustratingly, “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t take too long!”

“I won’t,” Erik stood up from the couch, bending forward to plant a kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek, “Refill my glass of wine for me, baby.”

Erik strolled away and into the kitchen, hoping that he was out of ear-shot enough to talk to Y/N. Sure enough, she called again and Erik slammed his thumb down on the green button to answer her call.

“What the fuck is it?” Erik questioned with an abrasive tone.

“Who are you talking to, Erik? Don’t talk to me like you ain’t got no sense!”

Erik shut his eyes to calm himself.

“Why do you keep blowing up my phone, girl? I told you I got company—”

“I don’t give a fuck about that bitch. I need you to send me some extra money so I can finish school shopping for Jr. I wanna get him some more shoes.”

“You know we could have had this conversation another time, right?”

“Erik, I don’t care about your little girl friend. If I feel like calling you at 10 pm about your son then that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Erik glanced over his shoulder to make sure his girl was decent. She was so patient with all of this. Any other girl would have gone running but she stuck beside him.

“Aight, Aight. I’ll send you more money. I gotta go.”

“Look at you tryna rush me off the phone. Whatever, Erik. I’ll come pick up the cash tomorrow.”

“Can’t I just send it to you,” Erik rolled his eyes.

“No. You know I prefer cash.”

No. You just wanna see me.

“Whatever. I’ll be here. Text me and let me know when you show up.”

Erik hung up before she could even say a word.

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Y/N approaches Erik’s door with their son’a hand in hers. She was looking sexy with her hair, nails, toes, and lashes. Y/N always looked bomb. She knocked on Erik’s door since she lost key privileges and Erik opened the door shirtless. He looked very annoyed with her being their until his eyes dropped to his son who he scooped up into his arms.

“What’s up boy?! I missed you! Is that a fresh cut?! Lookin’ all sharp like your dad!”

His son smiled with his missing two front teeth. Erik kisses his forehead before stepping aside to allow Y/N to enter…and enter she did. She had a purposeful switch in her hips that made that ass bounce. Erik stole a glance at what used to be his and could be at any given time.

“Where you goin?” Erik asked with an elevated brow.

“Nowhere. Where’s my money?”

Erik kissed his teeth, “On the table. Fuck is your problem?”

Y/N snatched up the money which was more than she needed. She’ll pocket the rest.

“Thank youuuu!” Y/N bat her lashes at Erik.

“Uh-huh,” Erik sat his son down, “we need to talk.”

“About?”

Y/N made herself comfortable next to their son with her meaty thighs crossed. She stroked the curls on top of his head while staring Erik up and down.

“Why do you keep messing with my girl? She said that she saw you in the nail shop earlier today and you cussed her out?”

“Oh,” Y/N examined her nails, “She kept giving me this look and I ain’t like that. So, I dug in her shit. She think she’s all that. You need to check her before I do and you know I’m good for it. I’ll wipe the floor with her fake ass.”

“No, you won’t. Don’t start no shit, Y/N. And what’s your obsession with her ass?”

“That ass is Miami bought.”

Erik chuckles despite his growing anger.

“I better not find out she been around my son, Erik. You better not be lying to me. I swear I’ll ring your neck.”

Erik mugged Y/N with his gold slugs on display.

“Fuck outta here. You got your money, why don’t you go ahead and shop while I spend time with my son.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, ignoring Erik completely and pulling out her phone.

“It’s not a request. I’m telling you to get your ass up—”

“Daddy! Language!”

His son looked up from his tablet at Erik.

“You’re right, little man, I’m sorry.”

Erik glanced at Y/N and motioned for her to get up.

“FINE. I won’t be long I know what I need.”

Y/N grabbed her purse and walked up to Erik. She folded her arms and stared up at him with amusement.

“How long you plan on entertaining this new hoe before you hit me up?” Y/N whispered.

Erik stared her down with low eyes. He wasn’t going to do it this time.

“We ain’t going there, ma.” Erik said with a voice that wasn’t so convincing.

“You miss this, I know you do. It’ll only take so long before you realize where you belong.”

Y/N stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips against Erik’s cheek. She pulled away and dragged her hand down his chest before walking away and out the door. Erik released a long breath before joining their son on the sofa.

“Wanna watch Encanto?”

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It happened like she said it would. Erik was single again. His new girl didn’t like the fact that Erik wouldn’t let her meet his son so soon. Despite what Y/N thinks, Erik was very careful not to introduce his son to any other women so early. It had only been a month. Erik sat in his apartment after a busy weekend with his son at the Kidz Park. He was put to sleep and it finally gave Erik some time to relax.

So he thought.

A knock to his apartment door had him up and out of his seat, he strolled to the door and peeked through to find his baby mama standing there with his favorite take out food and a bright smile. Erik pressed his forehead against the door and contemplated on if he should let her in.

“Erik! Open the door! Come onnnnnn.”

“Why should I? So you can get on my damn nerves?”

“I got your favorite! Come on, daddy!”

“Y/N,” Erik spoke with warning, “don’t you got better shit to do?”

“I could be doing you right now but you keep playing.”

Erik shakes his head. He straightens his back and opened the door. Y/N was wearing those tight black shorts he liked with a white cropped tee. She had her nails and toes matching with hot pink acrylic and she smelled amazing. She didn’t tear her eyes away from Erik in a pair of gray sweats and shirtless with that sculpted body.

“You tryna tell me something, baby daddy?”

“Are you coming in or not?”

She kissed her teeth, “move your strong ass out the way and maybe I will.”

Erik couldn’t keep the glare in his eyes off of Y/N. Everyday it’s a new issue with her. A week ago he had to check her about spreading lies to her peoples about them getting back together. Three days ago she cursed him out about having a new girlfriend. Today he didn’t know what to expect.

“You can leave the food and bounce.” Erik said.

“I’m staying the night. I want some dick.”

Despite Erik’s annoyance, he laughed.

“You laughing, I’m serious. Would you rather I fuck some other dude?”

Erik cut his eyes at Y/N. She smirked at him.

“I’m not doing this back and forth with you anymore. It’s toxic as fuck.” Erik replied.

Y/N scowled at Erik.

“All we do is argue, Erik. Who doesn’t argue?”

“I can’t move on without you having a problem with every girl I end up with!”

“stop yelling at me, Erik. Not my fault you can’t get over me.

Erik counted off on his fingers, “one chick you showed up to my family’s and fought, the other chick from a year ago you keyed her car, and now I’m single again.”

“…I’m a changed woman,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Everything is a game to you,” Erik brushed past her.

Y/N grabbed the back of his sweats and yanked, stopping Erik in his tracks.

“Listen, E, I’m sorry, okay? I know I can be too much. I love you and I hate that you can’t stand being around me.”

Y/N blinked away from Erik to stare down at her feet with a solemn expression. Erik stood there watching her with an expressionless face, waiting for the water works.

“…I want us to be a big happy family. Jr would love that. We could all be together—”

“While you fuck your side dude whenever we have problems?” Erik said.

“I’m done with that!”

“No, you’re not. You just wanna have your cake and eat it too. I bet that nigga still hitting.”

Erik gave Y/N one last look before leaving her standing in the kitchen. He walked up to his door and opened it for her to leave. He wasn’t going to allow himself to fall for her ways again. It’s a habit that he needed to break. Y/N approaches him with sad eyes and an adorable pout. Erik didn’t even look at her. He refused to do it.

“I’ll have Jr. ready tomorrow afternoon. I’ll drop him off after I take him to my moms. Is that cool wit’ you?”

Y/N pressed her body against Erik’s and rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

“C’mon, ma. Time to go.”

She pressed her face into his chest and slowly started lowering to her knees.

“Y/N…chill out. Get up. I’m serious.” Erik spoke with a monotone voice.

Y/N hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweats and started slowly lowering them. Erik finally dropped his eyes down to meet hers and she could see clearly that his defense was weakening.

“Still want me to go?”

Erik clenched his jaw when she kissed his semi hard dick.

“Huh? Still wanna kick me out?”

She dipped her head and opened her mouth, lips secure around his tip before maneuvering his dick into her mouth with no hands. Air escaped Erik’s nose leisurely.

“I can’t fucking stand you,” Erik snatched up her hair in his fist tightly, “I swear I can’t stand you.”

Door wide open, Y/N on her knees, Erik once again fell for his baby mama’s trap. The moment won’t last long. As soon as she’s done sucking his dick and fucking him, she’ll only piss him off and Erik will regret ever getting caught up with her for the hundredth time.

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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fluff alphabet

j.gibbs

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

warnings: mentions of fighting, shooting, bleeding

readers pronouns: unspecified i think

reading time: 3-5 minutes

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

your patience. jethro is kinda flabberghasted how someone would voluntarily stick around him for so long with his attitude n shit

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

hips. shut up. he LOVES to pull you in by your waist, maybe rub some circles into your skin. its just an intimate way of showing his affection

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

just lay on him. jethro does not give two shits. any of that 'i might hurt you' bs is out the mf window. j's a big boy, he can handle himself

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

it brings him comfort to be out of his house, out with the same routine just for a day, so 9 times out of 10, the sexy silver fox probably takes you out to the/a cabin and loves the hell outta you

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

acts of service fr

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

jay personally doesn't want kids. if you talk him into getting a pet he'll be willing to get a (protective) dog, cat, or maybe even a fish

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

jethro is more of an 'acts of service' kinda guy. he knows how you love plants though. so when he can, he runs to some plant shop and get some small succulants and some colorful pots, so you have a choice on what you want the lil baby in

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

depending on the day, gibbs will generally grab your hand and kiss the palm of your hand and lace your fingers together, but other days, he just needs you to initiate the pda

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

a rush of emotions. fury at whoever the hell did this, to guilt that he couldn't protect you. he will 10/10 be all "why the hell would you go in there and get shot???" n "wanna tell me what possessed you to get your ass handed to ya on a platter?" or maybe just a worried sigh

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

jethro doesnt prank, he jokes. he makes smart ass comments when he can, and watches out of the corner of his eye your reaction. he chuckles when he sees you look down and press a hand to your mouth to try to keep your laugh from being heard

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

NECK KISSES, FORHEAD KISSES

okay so,,,

when you kiss him you make a bee line to tease him first. you love the JUST BARELY audible whines he lets out LIKE UGHHH 😩🤪😍🤪😩❤😩🤪😩😩🤪😩😩 the. when you do kiss him, he likes to bite your lip cuz why not

when he kisses you, he lovess that delicious little exhale into his mouth, like that man just swallows it up. its cute to him how you legit turn to putty in his hands (and mouth 😏)

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

acts of service. literally stop it its so cute, the things he does 😭❤

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

when you first made each other laugh. his laugh was small, but a belly laugh nonetheless. your laugh was a half snort half giggle. he loved how imperfect and ubrupt it was.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

losing you. in front of him. while hes retrained and helpless. jethro hates that feeling of being helpless, and not in control

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

jethro picks his nails. no, i will not elaborate.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

he loves calling you sweetheart, (any kind of nickname that relates to ur name), darlin. pretty original, but hot

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

highkey loves when you giys are just in his basement and your reading a book or whatever, radio's on, and your just existing together. you guys both like to gossip n shit, dont get me wrong lmao, but jethro fr loves that peace you give him without even knowing it

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

american pie (no comment)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

uhhhhh depends in the situation. jethro is not a good talker but he tries. he will try to keep the kelly-shannon comments to a minimum. a part of him will always love them, and he's happy you're cool with knowing that

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

more than a year ill tell you that 😭

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

cold, snappy, dry. there's really only two ways to pull the plug out of his ass, and thats by a.) giving him time to go through the issue by himself b.) shooting getting through the problem by talking to him

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he's casual about the relationship unless he's jealous. then he'll let this arm slip around your waist and he'll make sure to kiss you on the lips (and maybe linger a bit 🤭) before walking away

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

completely confident in your abilities as an agent and person. as a partner, he gets protective as hell, meaning he'll make sure every move you make is watched and his people have eyes on you if your undercover or whatever

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

overall 8.5/10. picked up tricks with his other wives. of course, every person is different and he learned to adapt his jarsh personality to somewhat smooth out your anger and frustrations, and will always be willing to fuc give you advice if necessary

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

on a coffee/tea date. he'd probably be on some "sweetheart, i've been thinkin' if you'd want to be called my final lover?" oui oui 🤭💍

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

your presence. you just have that aura that subconsciously reassures him that you have his back, and he has yours.

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headspace-hotel · 2 years

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people truly think that the sheer size of the agricultural institution (especially in the US) is at all “good” just because it feeds billions of people (while a sizable part of the population still goes hungry?). from an agricultural science standpoint its a NIGHTMARE the way we harvest and crop. no one is saying that hunting would be an over hunting or destruction of habitats, everyone just assumes that any harvest/hunting of food has to be in excess because the current food institution operates in excess and i hate to break it to yall but you know ecofascism is rooted in the fact that the government destroyed indigenous agricultural practices and stewardship, which were based in re-fertility AND hunting? anyway i agree with you sorry for rambling this is just a niche i like

so like, we are hurtling toward a collapse in our current system especially with crops because it's so wildly unsustainable. Fertilizers are polluting the shit out of our waterways.

It works like this: Nitrogen fertilizer goes into a creek or stream or pond. Algae explodes in population because of it. The algae then die off and then leave an oxygen-less dead zone.

Our current methods are soil-depleting rather than soil-building. Monocultures mean no nitrogen fixing legumes, and constant tilling means no mycelium (which is where most land plants get up to 90% of their nitrogen)

basically in soil without mycorrhizae or nitrogen fixing plants (legumes mostly) you gotta pour on 10+ times the nitrogen fertilizer for the same results

Not to mention that a huge amount of farm labor in the US is done by migrant workers who are abused and mistreated, like iirc that's the major driver of human trafficking in the USA

and most of our major agricultural weeds have evolved pesticide resistances. That Roundup Ready corn people were talking about a while back? Basically useless in many states now because so many weeds shrug off Roundup like it's rain. There are only a limited number of herbicides out there, and we haven't discovered a new chemical mechanism for herbicides in decades. There is no guarantee we'll discover a new herbicide mode of action anytime soon or ever.

But like. SO many things are edible but not well known because they're not commercially viable. For instance, hickory nuts. Hickory trees take forever to grow up and produce crops irregularly, so theyre not really a good thing to grow for money, but that doesn't mean that you can't go out into the woods and scoop up enough for a feast in no time. And PAWPAWS!!!! I got to try a wild one last week and it is the most perfect food to exist.

Acorns! You can cook the tannins out and grind them into acorn flour! Wild blackberries. All over the place. And that's not even getting into the mushrooms. SO many edible mushrooms that just pop outta rotten wood. (Not that you should just go trying mushrooms. You gotta be really experienced with identifying them for that, so you don't die.)

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vintagelacerosette · 10 months

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Tag game catch up ✨

I was tagged by these magnificent sweet peas Macy @celestialmickey Evie @energievie Ling @lingy910y Laurel @lupeloto Deena @suzy-queued Vey @look-i-love-u Emmet @grossmickey Deanna @deedala Ajax @transmickey Cross @crossmydna Melodie @sirrudo Nosho @creepkinginc Jay @surviving-maybe Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Paola @mishervellous Sisi @sisitrip Donna @sleepyfacetoughguy Kat @milkmaidovich Lyds @ardent-fox Lemon @depressedstressedlemonzest Carolie @shinygalaxyperson Ri @tanktopgallavich Jade @jademickian Michelle @mmmichyyy Arrow @arrowflier Meagan @softmick @solaq Anna @rereadanon Julia @juliakayyy Cherry @too-schoolforcool

Thanks yall 🥰

This weeks Tag game Tuesday

Name: Shermyn

Whereabouts in the world are you? Sydneeeey

Do you have any pets? My Roxy pup

What do you do for work? DMV but we actually help y'all lol

Favourite fruit? Rock melon or as mericans like to say cantaloupe 🍈

A pet peeve of yours: Music or vid in public places like doctor waiting room or in trains

Are you a fast walker or a slow walker? As many have said, bc of short legs it looks fast, but I'm just tryna catch up 😅

How do you usually wear your hair? Down & flowing & I try to make it fun with hair bows or fun clips 💕

Sunny days or rainy days? Sunny days ☀️

What time do you usually go to bed? 11pm-1am

What time do you usually wake up? Sunrise clock is at 6am but I go back to sleep depending on how late i sleep lol so 7am-8am. 9am-10am on days off lol

if you were a cartoon character, what would be your everyday outfit? My birthday dress but in the cartoon my outfit is magic so it can turn whatever I want it to be depending on the occasion but keeping them colours 🩷🩵💜 for example if I needed a business outfit it would turn into a dashing 3 piece suit 💖

Something you'd like to learn: How to write fic & to crochet

and finally, tell me something that made you happy recently: All the birthday messages from y'all (thank you) & seeing my friends for my birthday 🎂💕

Last week's tag game Tuesday✨️

Name: Myn

Age: 27

Pronouns: she/they

Your sun sign, MBTI type, and enneagram type (google them if you’re not sure!): Leo, & Nines (ok screaming bc this was the first time i did thay & can i say accuracy wtf 😭)

How tall are you? 151cm/4"11 aka cute sized by

What colour are your eyes? Dark brown

The last time you saw a movie in theaters (bonus: what was it?): Barbie movie!! It was terrific & hilarious (if i did this one time the answer wouda been Birds of Prey haha great Margot films)

Favourite dessert: Love all dessert rn I'm craving for crepes 😋

Outer space or the ocean? Now I woulda said ocean before but just Good Omens season 2 means me want outta space 🚀

You’re in a McDonald’s drive thru, what are you ordering? 10 pack nugget meal with medium strawberry milkshake & sweet & sour sauce for the nugs

Are you good with plants? Probs not bought some basil & my dad ended up take care of it idk if they still alive 🥲

Would your current self and high school self get along? Sure but she'd berate me asking wth girl thought you'd be an animater 😅

A food you can’t stand:

Something you’d do if money were no object: Have an lavish retreat trip somewhere exciting to meet all the you amazing gallabitches in the fandom, where we can have fanfic writing sessions, craft sessions & even have a meet & greet with Cam & Noel. Oh my! Am I making a dashcon for gallavich? 😆

The last app you opened on your phone: Amazon prime bc of Good Omens s2

and finally, compliment yourself! You are incredibly resilient, creative & full of light. 💖

Picrew

Concert ABC

Five comfort characters

1. Mickey Milkovich from Shameless

2. Lacus Clyne from Gundam Seed

3. Kaylee Frye from Firefly

4. Wylan Hendricks from Shadow & Bone

5. Brooke Davis from One Tree Hill

List five songs that someone else introduced me to that have made their way into my regular rotation

Last line written of fic

“Ok! Small Gallaghers, it's time to get moving and into the car, or I'll be getting chatty kathy up my as again” A familiar voice cuts through the tender moment and causes Ian to shoot up like he’s been electrocuted with Liam still in his arms.

(Ngl i haven't touched my fics in forever 😅)

Fanfic trope tier list

#tag game #tag game catch up #tag game Tuesday #picrew #Spotify

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stitchkiss · 7 months

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by @mmoosen and @wolfboy88 ty!!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

nah just those sparkly lil bitches in the sky. i do have a family friend named rosemary and an aunt named rose so i assume they were influences

2. When was the last time you cried?

an hour ago bc i watched s2 ep3 of our flag means death and the end scene just really got to me yknow?

3. Do you have kids?

no what for. i literally have SO many customers ask me if i have kids when i literally look like a baby and i’m like “sir/ma’am i’m 20” and they go “okay so soon right?” NO!!!!!!!! i have a dog tho he’s a real hassle to raise if i’m being honest

5. Do you use sarcasm?

it depends but i actually don’t think i do. i randomly lie tho or say the opposite of what i mean just to be contrary but people are always saying i’m predictable when i do that. “can i have a spoon” “no” but i get the spoon anyway bc i’m difficult. subverting expectations keeps people on their toes AND me bc i never know what i’m gonna say until it tumbles outta my mouth

6. what's the first thing you notice about people?

hair eyes mouth the way they speak. really tells you a lot about a person

7. What's your eye color?

hazel. brown with some green. looks cool always but Cool in certain lighting. not to flex but i’ve had people ask if i wear color contacts

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings!!!! i have a weak heart and the only thing holding it together is stitches of hope

9. any talents?

i can open any twisty lid on a jar, cup, bottle etc. without a rubber thing in one or two tries. i’m so good at it. i can also drink a lot without throwing up.

10. where were you born?

i was born and raised in the same place as our dear captain jimothy kirk. my blood is ranch, my bones are pork, and my brain is corn. i don’t fear small towns here small towns fear ME. ope

11. what are your hobbies?

being cool n sick as fuck all day every day babey

12. do you have any pets?

i have 1 dog and he’s geriatric and has a biiiiiiiiiiig tumor on top of his head so my pet count will soon be down to 0 unfort but i do have this fly eating plant i made my mom buy yesterday that i got really attached to and i’ve named him ricky the 2nd. he Cannot cuddle tho so pros and cons i guess

13. How tall are you?

i couldn’t hear this question from all the way down here can u repeat ?

14. favourite subject in school?

anything english/literature. i impressed a student teacher in sophomore year for answering a “fate or free will” question with a super smart and thoughtful answer and used anecdotes like greek tragedies, oedipus and that one quote from jane eyre “your will shall decide your destiny” and the final destination franchise, then unimpressed him when we started the lord of the flies unit by saying i would rather just die than trying to survive in the wild. my essays always slapped.

15. Dream Job?

racecar driver or author or some kind of performer.

i feel like all my mutuals are already tagged but i’ll just do whatever i want bc i can: @raekensarcher @disasterpenguin @trpiaep19 @thiamsxbitch @sydney-winchester @kitjosten13 @arlyiahshay

#tag game #if you actually bothered to read through all this then thanks.#my messages are open btw i’m super fuckin cool #like if anything i said here stood out to you tell me!!! i’m desperate for human interaction lately #stitchkiss

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cadathecat · 11 months

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i hear you nerds like plants..

okay.. look at this one..

yup,, that's a good plant right there..

#10 outta 10 plant of all time #cats of tumblr #cada the cat #black cats #animals #cats #cats of twitter #plants #house plants #plantblr #botany #gardening #peperomia

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blackhakumen · 4 months

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Mini Fanfic #1169: Roy V. Alucard (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

10:21 a.m. at Smash Town's Local Park.........

Roy: (Places his on the Table and Shows Off his Crunch Up Looking Habd with a Cocky Smirk on his Face) Alright, gramps! Since you're centuries years old, allow me reintroduce you to the Essence of Arm Wrestling. It's-

Alucard: A sport that tests the two competitors' strengths as well as how long they could endure their grip for every passing second until one of them eventually gives in. Is that correct?

Roy: (Stares at the Vampire Fpr a Brief Second Before Clicking his Teeth a Little) Okay, so maybe you do have some actual knowledge in ya.

Alucard: (Forms a Small Smirk) Naturally. I spent almost my entire youth learning about various sports and customs the outside society has to offer at the time.

Roy: (Starts Nodding a Bit) Hm. Not bad. (Starts Smirking Again) For the oldest nerd in town.

Ludwig: (Standing Next to Where his Brother is Sitting) Roy.

Roy: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, I'm just saying it like it is. Besides, It's not too surprising considering you're his even nerder student.

Ludwig: I considered that a formidable honor. (Rolls his Eyes) Its far better than being a competitive brute.

Roy: ('Heh') You missin' out. (Uses his other Arm to Flex his Muscles) Cuz this brute has more skills than your egg shaped brain could ever hope of obtaining.

Ludwig: And yet those skills of yours hardly ever saved you from getting below average grades from most of the classes you've took thus far.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) So I got few C's, D's, and only one measly F a year or two ago, big freaking deal! I could easily get better grades this year coming up.

Ludwig: (Crosses his Arms) Oh you will. Because we are going to start tutoring you once we go back to the academy in the next few days.

Roy: ('Groans') Come on, bro, I don't need a tutoring sess- Wait, we?

Ludwig: Master, Grandmother, and I

Maria: (Smiles Brightly at Roy) Your father has requested us to help tutor you for the foreseeable future~

Roy: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing) You're kidding.

Alucard: (Simply Nodded) It's the truth. He also wanted us to inform you that he will not hesitate to forbid you from participating in any scheduled wrestling matches if you decline our assistance.

Roy: (Facepalms Himself While Groaning Some More) ('Ugggh') Seriously, pops!?

Ludwig: (Shrugs) What more can we say? They were all his demands, not ours.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes Some More While Sighing in Defeat) Yeah and now I'm choking on them. So can we get this match started already or what?

Alucard: Yes, I believe we've killed enough time as it is. (Grab onto Roy's Hand) Best of luck to you, boy.

Roy: (Starts Smirking Again) ('Tch') Pretty sure only one in need of luck is you, old timer. Get ready.....Set.......GO-

'Slam'

Roy's eyes start to widen up as he slowly turns to see Alucard's hand planted down on top of his.

Roy: What the!?

Ludwig: (Watched the Quickened Scebe Full Hand) Hm. I guess that's game then.

Maria: (Happily Claps For her Lover) Well done, Adrian!~ I couldn't be more prouder of you~

Alucard: Pity. (Casually Shrugs a Bit) And here I thought I would be given more of a challenge this morning.

Roy: (Angrily Jolt himself Up and Slams his Hand on the Table) Oh don't even try gettin' cocky with me, gramps! How the hell were you able to beat me that quickly!?

Alucard: I was born with strength equal that to full fledged vampires, so it wasn't difficult to outclass yours in a merely second or two.

Roy: Oh I'll show ya outclass once I'll get you back in the next round! (Place his Elbow Back on the Table with his Hand Crunched and Sticking Out) Best one outta two and I'm counting this time, so hurry up!

Alucard: ('Sigh') If you insist. (Grab Hold to Roy's Hand) Ready when you are.

Roy: ('Tch') Better be. One......Two......THREE-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: (Points his Habd Towards his Master) Another round goes to Master Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Claps) Yay!~

Roy: (Growls in Anger Before Bringing His Elbow and Hand Back Up) Best two outta three!

Alucard: Persistent one, aren't you?

Roy: Look who's talkin'? Now, another round! Come on-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: Another point to Alucard.

Roy: DAMNIT! Another round, let's go!

Alucard: Don't you think you're setting yourself up for another inevitable outcome?

Roy: Fat chance! I'll win this one in a heartbeat-

Twenty Four Minutes of Countless One-sided Arm Wrestling Matches Later...............

Roy: (Starts Panting)

Alucard: (Raises an Eyebrow) Let me guess: Another round?

Roy: Damn straight..........(Exhaustedly Bring his Elbow and Hand Back Up) Put 'em up.

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Just give it a rest already, Roy. You're clearly starting to tired out now.

Maria: (Starts Getting Worried) Do you need refreshments of any kind, dear?

Roy: I'll pass for now......(Uses his Other Arm to Wipe the Sweat Off his Forehead Before Pointing at his Brother) And I ain't throwing in the towel just yet!

Alucard: I would be lying if I say your determination isn't somewhat admirable. But I don't believe there's any shame of admitting defeat eventually.

Roy: ('Tch') Yeah, for losers. I'm a Koopa! And the Koopas don't quit until victory gets snatched by our big, grubby hands!

Ludwig: Is that the motto father made? (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I could've sworn it was something different.

Roy: Nah that's the motto Junior made last year. As bratty as he is, that kid has heart.

Maria: (Gently Places her Hand on her Chest) Aww~

Ludwig: (Proudly Nodded at his Youngest Brother's Motto in Silence)

Alucard: Indeed. ('Sigh') Very well. Let us do one more round. (Grab onto Roy's Hand Once More) Sounds reasonable?

Roy: (Grins Competitively) Sounds good to me.

As Roy starts counting down to five, Alucard stares at him and begins to reminisce on his childhood years and how determined he was in besting the Master Librarian in a game of chess. He was far from the best player in the world and it took him years until he eventually got a win or two, but his unyielding determination was present throughout his trivial journey to victory and to the fire of passion burning in his opponent's eyes has brought something to the Dhampir had yet to feel, pride.

So, rather than adding yet another win to his tally, Alucard decides dial down on his vampire strength enough to let Roy give it his all in their final bout until eventually......his hand brought his down onto the table, much to his apprentice/ newly found grandson's surprise.

Ludwig: Roy, you.....finally beaten Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Applauds the Winner) Congratulations, dear!~

Roy: (Eyes Begins to Widened) I won? (Lowers his Shades Down to See his Hand Down on Top of Alucard's on the Table) Holy Crap.....I did it.(Starts Smiling) I actually did. (Jolt Himself Up From his Seat and Pump his Fist Up into the Sky) I FUCKING WOOOOOOOON! HEY EVERYONE, I'VE DONE IT! I BEAT THE PRINCE OF NIGHT OR WHATEVER AT ARN WRESTLING!!!

Before starts questioning who's Roy screaming at, a group of cheerleaders and his fellow wrestling classmates came out of a few bushes, running towards their winner and cheering in rejoice.

Maria: Oh my.

Ludwig: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) They were watching us this entire time?

Roy: Yep. I posted about our Arm Wrestling Match on the Wrestling Club Page long before we got here. Now let's go, folks! (Takes a Back Dive onto Many of his Classmates' Palms) We're heading to the Waffle Joint, breakfast on me!

The classmates and cheerleaders cheer once more and chanting the pharse " Roy's Our Boy!" before heading off to the restaurant together, leaving the more intelligent trio behind.

Ludwig: (Watches the Crowd Leave with his Brother Before Letting Out a Sigh) Seems like I'm never going to hear the end of this any time soon.....

Alucard: Let your brother celebrate his victory for now, Ludwig. (Forma a Small Smile on his Face) He earned it.

Maria: (Giggles a Bit) Admit it. You let him win there, didn't you?

Alucard: Perhaps I did. And perhaps maybe I saw a tiny bit of myself into him for brief moment and decided to give one of my faithful grandsons a bone for once.

Ludwig: You're really taking this grandparent role to strive, aren't you, sir?

Alucard: (Simply Nodded with a Small Sincere Smile on his Face) Naturally. I promised myself that I would fulfill that role to the Smash Family and I attend om doing so until the bitter end.

Maria: (Happily Hugs Ludwig) Me too!~ It has always been one of my dreams to form and be part of a larger family and from tis day forward, I shall become the grandmother who will give you all the love and guidance each of you need, as well as spoiling you rotten to the core~ (Starts Kissing on Ludwig's Cheek)

Ludwig: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Maria's Kisses) Really don't have to go out of you way to do all that, but.....We truly appericate it all the same.

Alucard: Much obliged. Now. (Finally Gets Himself Up From his Seat) I wonder where we get breakfast from this time around......

Maria: How about that Waffle place Roy mentioned? He would be so happy to see us pay him a visit.

Ludwig: (Rolls his Eyes) I'm pretty certain he'll be too occupied to even notice we step inside. How about we head to LeBlanc Café instead? (Starts Walking Away From the Park Along with his Appointed Grandparents) I've heard from Futuba that Mr. Sojiro has finally serving a few breakfast meals in there, even curry.

Alucard: They serve a plate of curry in the middle of the morning?

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Those two have been obsessed with that meal for so long that it's no surprise that they would do this sort of business tactic.

Maria: Like father, like daughter~

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#super smash ultimate #castlevania symphony of the night #roy koopa #alucard #ludwig von koopa #maria renard #arm wrestling #humor #sweet family moment #fluff #alucard and maria are good grandparent figures

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hopper-at-heart · 9 months

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Messages

Wayne looks past you at Eddie, letting the messages play...

Your cheeks burn, as you try to act unbothered by what you hear. Speaking over yet another desperate sounding message, Wayne says, "it only holds 60 Eddie. 60. Every time you go off with her," he nods in your direction,"I have to sit through 60 of these. When it fills up, it starts recording over everything else. What if the plant calls and needs me to come cover an extra shift, and I never hear it because I'm listening to these girls pitching woo, boy?"

"I'm sorry," Eddie says, looking at you.

You ignore him, looking at Wayne. "He's sorry, Wayne."

"Really Uncle Wayne, I didn't give out the number, I don't know how it keeps going around. I'll call Indiana Bell and get them to change it again tomorrow."

"And change the message back, too. I don't have any problem with that Metallica, but you have to remember we live in Hawkins, and no one wants that blasted in their ear when they have to talk to a machine. Can't you play something that won't have half the town chasing me with pitchforks?"

"Yes,sir."

"Now the two of you behave yourselves, and there's some tv dinners in the freezer. And she's to be outta here by 10."

As Wayne drives off, Eddie is already wrapping his arms around you, kissing your neck, his smell returning the rush of blood to your cheeks, and other places. You stop him, and step away from his embrace, leaving him with that sad puppy dog look on his face. Scrunching your nose up, you repeat his words, mostly, "I don't know how they get my number, the god of rock and roll must've passed it out, I'll get it changed again so the skanks can't find me."

He smirks with a half grin, and steps towards you, placing his hands on your face, "don't do that, you know they only want what they can't have, I'm with you, they'll eventually get tired of chasing me and find some other target, probably some jock or other meathead that is more their actual taste, and their parents will be thrilled to death, and they'll continue to tell everyone how innocent and sweet their tiny babies are."

You push him away again, "I still don't like it, they wouldn't be calling if they didn't think they had a shot.

"You are the only one that has a shot at anything. You are smart, you are funny, you are absolutely gorgeous, one might even say that you are the bee's knees," his grin turns into a full smile, that travels all the way to his eyes, as he begins making a buzzing sound and flittering his hands like wings. Before you can say anything, he closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms firmly around you and parting your lips with his tongue.

"What about dinner?" you halfheartedly say between kisses, to which he replies, "I know what I'm eating, it's hot fresh, and doesn't have to go in the microwave."

You both tumble to the floor, entwined and lost in the moment. Eddie throws down the Afghan that was draped over the couch, his mouth and hands exploring your body, the climax building like a wave from somewhere deep inside, by the time he is inside of you, you are riding out the aftermath of your first orgasm, and another is coming fast.

You awaken to the sound of the alarm on his clock radio, and absentmindedly slap at the snooze button, not ready to get up and leave him, but knowing that you will have hell to pay if you are out past curfew again, and not wanting to risk not being able to see him for weeks outside of school, where he plays the role he is delt, and is unable to be completely free in the moment as he is with you.

You hear Judas Priest singing, "Breaking the law, breaking the law," and you hit the snooze button again, just in time to hear Eddie say, "Wayne's not here, he's probably gone to bail me out again, you know what to do" (beep)

You laugh, "He's going to kill you."

"No he won't, I'm just keeping him on his toes. Besides, he only played those messages to embarrass me, and I think he likes you, thinks you're a good influence or something."

"Or something," you say, gathering your clothes from the floor.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie the freak munson #Eddie fanfic

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ultimatefangirl-exe · 6 months

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OoT Highlights #8

Ok. Let's try to beat Jabu-Jabu.

Why did the sound suddenly cut out?

I need more sticks.

We're going on another stick hunt, I guess

I can dive to the secret hole!

IT TAKES ME TO THE FOREST!!!!!

Quick stick hunt!

Ooo! A target! Imma shoot it!

I unlocked something-

I got a bullet bag!

Can I get a stick bag tho?

I can only hold 10 sticks, and there are more than 10 jellyfish in Jabu-Jabu.

Ooo! Skullkid!

Yeah! We jammin'!

He gave me a piece of heart. Nice.

Yay! I found out how to carry more sticks!

I planted my magic beans, but just got this dancing plant-

Ok. Back to Jabu-Jabu now

Derpy fish-man lol

FUCK YOU JELLYFISH

How do I get Ruto out of this damn room?

HOW DO I GET RUTO OUT OF THIS DAMN ROOM?!?!?!

Woo-hoo! Finally figured it out!

Found a room with a bunch of stinger thingies

Da-na-na-na~

I keep forgetting I have milk and health potion

Ok, let's go, Ruto

Lol she flails if I hold her too long in one spot

HHHHHHWHATTHEFUCKISTHAAAAAT-

WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE JABU-JABU'S INSIDES ARE TAKING A SHIT?!?!?!

Killed the evil turd

Da-na-na-na~

I went into the other room for two minutes...

Da-na-na-na~

Where did Ruto go...?

ANOTHER TURD THING WHYYY????????

Killed it

Got nothing

Oh gods, now a turd and jellyfish?!

Killed them all. Still got nothing.

Where tf is Ruto?

I swear, if she went back to the other room-

Ok, we found Ruto.

We found the Spiritual Stone!

Wondering the same thing lol

Oh shit-

Oh fuck-

How do I beat this giant octopus?

He killed me.

Do I start at the start of the dungeon or in the boss room?

Why is the Giant Octorock so much harder to beat that Queen Gohma and King Dodongo?

Ok. Aim for the ass.

GOD DAMNIT! THAT'S FOUR FUCKING TINES NOW! FUCK YOU!

Killed it.

My strategy was to get hurt and then chase it lol

Now to find Ruto... again-

Ok. Off to the real boss now to save Ruto!

Boss time!

LINK STOP RUNNING INTO THE ACID

Fuck them jellyfish

FINALLY

Ok, I killed the guy, now where is Ruto?

There she is

Ah, a Tsundere, I see lol

Time to get outta this whale thing

RUTO DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT

Welp. Guess I'm engaged now.

How am I just moving in the water without moving? Lol

3 for 3 baBY!!!

And with that, we call it a night~

#OoT Highlights #first playthrough #legend of zelda ocarina of time #the legend of zelda #ocarina of time

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morphlingunderscore · 8 months

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hi audy i gotta send you one that makes me laugh. obligated. rassel 10 with 20. a quick kiss to the crown of their hair

"Hey killer! How's the bloodletting?"

"Ngh."

Rassel laughed, loud and obnoxious, shattering the silence.

The chill of night has settled a dew over the grass, dampening their pant cuffs as they make their way over to the alter. 10's half-slumped over the cauldron in the center, so pale he glows in the moonlight. His blood, in comparison, is like black ichor, drip-drip-dripping away, fueling something. Always fueling something. It could be a superweapon to kill a hundred withers, or fertilizer for his plants. They've never learned the rune arrangements to know which is which, never cared to.

That was never what mattered. Not really.

"Hey." They lower their voice, close enough to no longer have to shout. Climbing the runes up always feels dangerous, or stupid, which is exactly why they're doing it now. It doesn't draw 10's ire, though; he's too focused on the knife. Oooookay.

Thud. They land hard enough that their ankle protests, nearly dropping on top of him, finally getting a reaction. 10 raises his head, levelling them with a flat glare. "What."

"Don't you think it's enough for tonight?" They ask, light-hearted tone surrounding the concern that motivates them. "Your fucked up spell can wait until tomorrow."

"It's almost done," 10 huffs, shifting his feet with a low groan. Stiff. "Might as well finish it."

"How about-" And it really goes to show just how weak he must be, that Rassel can snatch the sacrificial blade from his hands without too much effort, shoving their shoulder into his chest when he makes a grab at it, "-you go to bed, and I finish up here for you?"

10 pauses halfway to yanking their ear, eyes narrowed. He sways a little on his feet. "...Why?"

They roll their eyes with a huff, casually slicing open their palm with hardly a wince. "Cause the others were wondering why you weren't in the pile. They know why I'm out though, so you can go home and, like, eat some bread 'cause I'm sure Dec's stress-baking, and get all babied for a little bit, and then sleep for a hundred years."

10... Wavers, frowning. He never really likes when anyone else is near his blood magic stuff without him, gets weird about when Rassel and the others help sometimes - even though he's happy for you all to bleed your merry selves dry every other time - so they knew this was a hard bargain. They really need to seel how serious they are.

Letting the knife clatter in the bowl, Rassel turns around to face him fully, yanking him down to their eye level. They stare for a second- just a second, before planting a quick kiss on the top of his head, softening their grabbing hands into an embrace. Violet blood smears, staining the shoulder of his suit jacket.

"Go on, go to bed big guy. I'll bleed until this things full and then come right home. They miss you."

10's sigh rattles on the weigh out, heavy with defeat. "Whatever. You have to clean my bowl out tomorrow though." He pulls away, making a face even as he sways. "Your blood always gunks it up. You're like, 50% taint at this point."

"Hey! Don't be fucking rude, asshole! Get outta here!"

Their delighted, affronted laughter follows 10 all the way home.

#sauce smp #character voice is not my steong suit but. I think aboht rhwm.#they were besties........

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peppermint-moss · 1 year

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First time participatin in hourly comic day!! I’ve done one before that I never actually posted; but Feb.1 I believee is like The Day for hourly comics c: (transcription of the writing under the cut cause i feel like my writing is real real messy here sorry bout that)

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10:00 AM panel 1: Woke up.... ish.. panel 2: .. Watched YT videos in bed trying to get more awake panel 3: Brush teef / Breakie

11:00 AM panel 1: scrollin tumblr panel 2: Draw hourlies during work meeting... panel 3: Oops I wasn’t listening I should take notes LOL

12:00 PM 1: Still in meeting... mmm 2: mmm Almond Hazelnut Chocolate :) 3: Walking to bus... I didn’t realize the elementary school I cut across to get to bus was having their recess so I tried to walk through as unthreateningly as possible o god there was so many children 4: On bus, listening to the “Wonderful!” podcast

1:00 PM 1: Visiting art gallery + hanging out with a friend

2:00 PM 1: Walkin around park with friend going heart eyes over all the crows n squirrels n stuff :) 2: Ate a few bites of lunch @ restaurant with friend very fast cause I had to go to class!! 3: Mrrgh... Hour long transit to school :(

3:00 PM 1: Oops 5 min late to class 2: Tis an Art History class; talk abt readings+essay assignment aargh beans nooo

4:00 PM 1: Class over! It’s only an hour which is so SHORT my dang transit takes longer than the time spent in class 2: Drop off pen pal letter for letter-writing club I’m in @ school 3: UGHH TRANSIT Side doodle: (Walking to train, saw a dog with the tiniest lil stick legs and bright pink jacket omg)

5:00 PM 1: Drawing hourlies on transit 2: Oh shit my stop is here already?? Drawing makes time go so fast wowie 3: Get on another bus... More drawing hourlies on transit 4: Walk through the elementary school grounds... nice n quiet now

6:00 PM 1: Back in house! Into comfier pjs and watchin YT to settle 2: Got lotta work to do but... :( 3: ...back to watching YT videos

7:00 PM 1: Dinner + some very brief research for art history essay

8:00 PM 1: “oh boy my plant is dying” / Shower time 2: Scrollin on phone all nice n warm from shower :) 9:00 PM 1: “ugghh outta bed” / Should really be working on stuff :( 2: Working on essay...

10:00 PM 1: “grr detailed pen+ink drawing is Not my jam” / Some working on illustration project

11:00 PM 1: Late night snack of leftover pecan crumbs (while Apple looks at me) 2: “Noo more transit tmr :(” / Brush teeth... Thinking abt how I don’t wanna get up for tomorrow’s early class

12:00 AM 1: Sleepy time

#hourly comics day #hourly comic day #hourly comics day 2023 #hourly comics #comics #hourly comic day 2023 #idk are you supposed to draw these on jan31 and then post them on feb 1??? i just did them on feb 1 lmao #its 12 am so technically its feb2 now for me #i really like doin hourly comics they're sooo so nice for grounding myself n paying attention to what im doin #(i got some disassociation problemos; n hourlies are basically visual journaling so v v nice C: n fun!)#i wanna do more hourlies outside of hourly comic day #traditional #sketchbook #scribbles #my art

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sonicasura · 1 year

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Trollhunters: Path of the Blade

Based on this poll.

To make voting easier, here's how each possible familiar for Jim shall affect events in the show. There will be shared changes despite what you pick. Post is quite long so here's the heads up. Poll Status updates from 7 am to 10 pm here so don't forget to check it out!

Toby will already know about Jim's partner. He is five years old after all and plus his friend needs more moral support. Barbara does find out but how it happens is different each time.

Douxie gets involved early than in canon. I can imagine he monitors Arcadia multiple times each year whether by visiting or magical means. A child with an unknown and no doubt powerful familiar is enough reason to get involved. Plus Archie gets a 'work buddy' to vibe with.

Jim learns magic that relates to his chosen familiar. They also assist in personal training whether as Trollhunter or an ally to the Trollhunter. Jim gets tricked into becoming part troll and not voluntarily goes with Merlin's plan.

Physical Troll Jim traits and fighting style changes thanks to familiar.

With that out of the way, let's get started.

Rabbit Knight's Cape: Diarbbitmon

Nickname: Peter (Short for Peter Cottontail as Diarbbitmon is a bit hard for a child to say), Stage: Mega Digimon, Element Alignment: Nature, Height: 13'2, Terms for children: Pyonmon(the baby stage for his species) or Bunny

Jim sneaks out to the forest to release his frustration after today's events. He accidentally finds Diarbbitmon who he vents to. The knight sympathetically listens and comforts Jim, using his fur like cape as a blanket. A familiar bond is formed while Peter takes the now tired boy home. Rabbit dad? Absolutely considering Diarbbitmon's gentle personality and well mannered nature.

James is lucky he got outta town as this Digimon is very dangerous when something they care about is harmed. I am very serious since it states in the entry that Diarbbitmon will not stop until nothing remains of the enemy and even hunts down their opponent's allies. Jim has Peter promise to not go that far unless with his permission.

He might've taken after his familiar a bit too. Often play sword fighting with Toby, got a few rabbit based accessories like a pendant, took fencing classes and indulging in various poetry. Jim tends to use Peter's cape as a blanket moreso when he becomes half troll. A childhood comfort that never fails to calm him, not even a Corrupted/Beast Jim is immune.

Peter is taught how to take a human form or rabbit form with training from Archie. He also revert to Pyonmon or Bosamon as well. Jim can use minor nature spells such as minor plant growth from Douxie and later masters his craft under Vendel's watchful care.

Trollhunter Jim: Peter will not only help his training but come with a schedule for this new lifestyle. He's quite concerned about his little Pyonmon's health. Strickler is on very thin ice as Peter can hold one nasty grudge. Draal gets dolted on too once he starts living in Jim's basement. Trollhunter armor bears a rabbit insignia, fluffy blue cape and the blade is closer to a rapier through the familiar bond.

NotTrollhunter Jim: Diarbbitmon often travels around Arcadia at late hours, half of the time to look for a present to give his precious human. He accidentally comes across the scuffle between Kanijar and Bular so Peter chases off the latter before daylight. The Trollhunter seeks out the Diarbbitmon which inconsequentally leads to Jim getting put on kidnap style house arrest in Trollmarket. A magic swordsman who wields twin rapiers and a dark blue outfit similar to Peter.

Troll Jim: Thick platinum blonde fur around the chest, back, elbows and calves. Has a big poofy rabbit tail alongside rabbit like ears behind his horns. Feet become rabbit like too but his legs are spared the change. Got beans and paw pads. Jim is often called Troll Bunny or Jackelope thanks to this.

New War Rock: War Rock Meteoragon

Nickname: Drago or Draco, Species: Duel Monster, Subspecies: War Rock/Earth Warrior, Height: 12'6, Element Alignment: Earth, Terms for children: whelp or little warrior

Jim stumbles upon his card in the canal and later accidentally summons Drago inside his room. (This immediately establishes the familiar bond.) Barbara finds out in an instant as she hears Jim talk to the War Rock about his 'father'. Pretty sure the only reason she didn't beam Drago on the head with a lamp is from his warrior physique and less modest clothing.

A quite cheery noble duel spirit who often likes to tease Jim or Toby. Drago gave the two piggyback rides when they were little and still carries them when not in a human guise. Playfully clashes horns with Troll Jim as I see this being a troll habit for younglings which the War Rock would easily oblige. Drago also uses his fluffy white fur cape like a blanket too and it has the same calming effect.

Jim plans to get a tattoo based on the warrior once he's an adult, a dragon wielding two swords. He also dyed his bangs white, wears dragon accessories such as charms, and taken parkour specifically mountain climbing. The latter is partly from how War Rock monsters like Meteoragon live on a steep mountain range called War Rock Mountain.

Drago can take a small lizard form thanks to some magic training. Douxie teaches Jim a few earth spells that later gets refined under Vendel's tutelage but the duel spirit also teaches his whelp War Rock magic. War Rock magic ensures a battle remains fair such as negating any effects that sabotage allies, set up the battlefield and call upon reinforcements even if they fell in battle. The embodiment of fair war tactics.

Trollhunter Jim: Helps carry the load of responsibilities so his whelp nor his friends get overwhelmed. Drago also teaches different battle tactics than just improve Jim's swordsmanship. Not as hostile around Strickler, partly cause of war knowledge, but the life bonding spell definitely pissed him off. Merlin earned his red hot ire though. Can easily connect with Draal since Trolls are a warrior race too. Draconic flairs decorates Jim's armor, helm bears forward oni horns, and sword is more like a claymore.

Not Trollhunter Jim: Teaches his whelp the ways of a tactician and war general. An early morning leads to Drago coming across the clash between both trolls so he uses his cape to shield Kanijar from the sun. The Trollhunter does take a small piece of the cape to look for the War Rock later. Jim and Barbara end up taking shelter in Trollmarket later due to goblins. Wields twin blade but also traditional War Rock armor with thick chainmail.

Troll Jim: His hair turned white with brown tips, has white fur all over his back, chest and waist. Two sets of horns with the small pair facing frontwards. Red markings that look like a fierce roaring troll spans across the right side of his abdomen. Small Heartstone gems grow off his back. Given the tribe name: War Rock Trollheart.

Heir of Death, Thanatos

Nickname: Crow (his mask looks like a crow to child Jim), Species: Curse Type Persona, Element Alignment: Curse/Almighty, Height: 14'3, Terms for children: fledgling or candlelight

Barbara had accidentally bought Thanatos' dormant mask in a magic kit and Jim awakened the Persona through an emotional outburst. The young boy bears a strong connection to the Death Arcana alongside the Fool Arcana. Like a caring grandfather, the Persona comforts Jim as their contract allows Thanatos to read the youth's heart. 'I Am Thou and Thou Art I.'

He often takes the facade of an well dressed elderly gentleman with his sword mimicking a cane. Thanatos is a kind, wise and soft-spoken being that often gives guidance to Jim or his companions. Quite a delightful person to chat with especially around older company like Nana, Archie and Vendel.

Although Thanato' kind nature can become ferociously animalistic if 'Frenzy Mode' is triggered, often using his coffin chain wings to bash threats whilst ruthlessly cutting them down. Only Jim can snap the death god out of this state while others have to redirect his fury. Frenzy Mode rarely occurs as it takes a magic overload or great rage to trigger it.

Jim wears a crow pendant, tends to tell morbid jokes and overall is quite calm around the topic of death. He often gives a treat to visiting ravens, crows, or vultures. Thanatos finds it cute when his fletchling finds gifts from the various birds and even moreso if one perches on his shoulder.

Douxie gives Jim basic magic training but the Persona is his primary teacher mainly in various Persona based magic. Thanatos does acquire multiple spell books including a grimoire for spirit, dark, and voodoo magic.

Trollhunter Jim: Serves as Jim's teacher in swordplay and magic(later with Toby and Claire.) Helps ease his fletchling's frustration while providing needed advice when things feel too much. Allows Kanijar to deliver one last heartfelt message to his son Draal and help the Troll mourn. Neutral around Strickler since he gone frenzy at the Changeling. Loathes Merlin and went into Frenzy Mode when Jim forcefully became half troll. Death markings cover his armor, helm is more avian and sword shifts closer to a katana in form.

Not Trollhunter Jim: Purposely saves Kanijar as he senses the amulet's next choice in time. Bular is chased off while the Trollhunter has no clue who Thanatos is bound to. It was by chance that Jim ends up in Trollmarket as he summons the Persona when AAARRRGGHH was nearby. He got kidnapped in his sleep and whisked away much to Thanstos' annoyance. A dark mage who uses curses alongside his trusty katana. Jim's battle attire is a dark blue and resembles a plague doctor uniform.

Troll Jim: Has white feathery fluff that leads to black feathers all over his back and chest but also thin feathery wings on his arms. Ears are furry at the tips while Jim's nose is a bit more pointed like its meant to become a beak. Feet became bird talons specifically a crow's and has tail feathers. Often called a Crow or Bird's Nest.

Ceaseless Blade, Hisuian Samurott

Nickname: Harper, Species: Hisuian variant Samurott/Pokemon, Element Alignment: Water/Dark, Gender: Female, Size: 7'8, Terms for children: pups or little Oshawott

Jim came across Harper when he snuck out to reflect at the creek. She sensed his sorrow and comfort the boy. The Samurott carries him back home, leaving behind a small seashell as a gift. This leads to Jim frequently visiting the Water/Dark Type and a familiar bond.

Harper is quite motherly despite her bold and pushy nature. She often gives Jim or Toby the shove they need to face their problems as soon as possible. Harper also tends to pick a fight with any supernatural oriented creature that gets too close to what's hers. She drove off Bular twice from the creek and left a hefty scar on his back. (The Gum-Gum is terrified of the Hisuian Samurott.)

Harper moves into the Lake household when Jim and his mother get caught in a nasty forest fire on a camping trip. A small pond was added to the backyard for the Pokemon to relax alongside some tall bamboo to provide privacy. Being able to pet Harper is a sign of trust as she either walks away or uses Water Gun on someone who does it without permission. What happens depends on her mood.

Jim wears the shell Harper gave him as a pendant and carries otter charms. Douxie taught the boy minor water magic alongside charm making. Vendel helps Jim master it while the Hisuian Samurott guides him through dark magic.

Trollhunter Jim: Serves as his training partner and helps improve his swordsmanship. Harper corrects any error in Jim's fighting style while she teaches how to fight with brutal swiftness like a Hisuian Samurott does. Later becomes protective of Draal as the Water/Dark Type adopted him too. Comically uses Water Gun on Strickler at random intervals out of spite. Definitely tried to bite Merlin and decides to Scald him after the Troll Jim fiasco. Armor slightly mimics samurai armor as shell insignia decorates the surface and the sword becomes similar to a Hisuian Samurott's seamitar.

Not Trollhunter Jim: Harper takes on a more protective role and becomes quite territorial around the house. She was coming back from a late night swim at the creek when she came across the two trolls fighting. The Hisuian Samurott chased both of them off as they were too close to the house for her comfort. Kanijar was originally hunting the volatile Pokemon only to accidentally discover she is Jim's familiar. Instant Trollmarket house arrest for Jimbo outta concern to every bystander's safety. He wears traditional samurai armor with a wave design and wields a scimitar alongside his magic.

Troll Jim: Skin is closer to sea stone with a black shell like caparace growing on his wrists, elbows, ankles plus thighs. Hands and feet have hot pink webbing while he has a short fin for a tail. Bears a black third caparace horn akin to Harper. White scruffy fur around the edges of his cheek with thick dark blue hair cover his back, waist, then finally shoulders. Sometimes called a Troll Otter because of it.

Shell Knight's Might, Harumitey

Nickname: Mighty, Species: Spectrobe/Harumitey, Gender: Female, Element Alignment: Ice/Water(Flash in Spectrobe terms), Size: 6'3, Terms for children: Harumi(Child form of Harumitey) or zoea (term for baby hermit crab)

Jim finds her crystal at the creek during the day and accidentally summons Mighty when threatened by his father's cruel actions. (James Senior ran in fear from the very angry shellfish knight ready to stab him.) Barbara finds her son being gently hugged by the Spectrobe and hears what happens from Jim.

Mighty is a playful gentle giant who likes to join in on the boys' fun. Jim and Toby often find themselves getting nuzzled or have any fish dish stolen from the Harumitey. A custom pond, sand pit, and house for her was put in the backyard alongside some bamboo for privacy. Jim learns what crystals are compatible with Mighty plus some ice spells from Douxie. He later refine those while learning water spells from Vendel. Jim wears shell bracelets, a lapis lazuli crystal pendant and a violet beanie that looks like a helmet.

Trollhunter Jim: Helps the boy with his sword style but also teaches him a defensive fighting style. Mighty provides emotional support and tries to make Jim smile when it feels like the world's crashing down. Quite mild around Strickler as she often threatens with a stab. Will definitely skewer Merlin on sight especially during the Troll Jim fiasco. Somehow became a emotional support companion to Draal but Mighty doesn't mind, she smells the daddy issues. Jim's armor takes a slight hermit crab shell design, wave insignia decorates it, and the Daylight blade is closer to a lance.

Not Trollhunter Jim: Harumitey likes to lurk in the sewers in search of treasure. She stumbles upon the two trolls' fight and chases them off when they break a shiny necklace the Spectrobe wanted. Like with Hisuian Samurott, Kanijar hunts Mighty down only to discover she's a familiar to a human. She takes Jim to Trollmarket when he gets badly injured from a goblin surprise attack. The two stay there until he's recovered although Barbara later breaks in like an angry mama bear. Jim is a paladin type fighter who wields a lance and shield in battle. He wears shell style knight armor similar to Mighty.

Troll Jim: Has a spikey shell caparace on his back, front arms, upper chest and legs. Grew a pair of smaller arms with crablike claws under his normal ones. Horns are spiky and curve like a spiral shell. Amethyst crystals grow on his neck alongside his shoulder blades. Someone called Jim a 'Hermit Troll' and the name stuck just like Shellhead.

And that's it! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia.

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