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#Not that weird to come back with scraps and scratches

radiance1 · 2 months

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Danny: Hey, I need you to be my boyfriend for a week.

Jason: What.

Danny: My parents are coming over and I've apparently accidentally talked about a partner more than once and only realized when they said they wanted to meet them.

Jason, currently still solidifying his power as a Crime Lord: Excuse me?

Danny: Let me get this out of the way, I do not consider you at all a person of romantical interest and a friend. But I need you to act as my partner for only a week until my parents go on their merry way over to my sister, okay?

Jason: Is there, quite literally, no one else to ask this?

Danny: You're my only friend who lives in Gotham, plus we share the same apartment.

Jason: That's almost sad.

Danny: You in?

Jason: Sure, why not.

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Maddie: Danny, honey.

Danny: Yes mom?

Maddie: I don't mean to.... question, who you choose as your parent but. Well, me and your father was just wandering if he was a... [Maddie gestures with her hand] you know, one of those.

Danny, uncomprehendingly staring at his mother's hand: What.

Maddie: Oh dear, how do I bring this up. You know, one of those.

Danny: Mother I need more context.

Jack: If your boyfriend a crime lord!?

Maddie: Jack!

Jack: What? Beating around the bush wasn't helping!

Danny: Say WHAT?

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Danny: Hey dude, thanks for helping with this even though you didn't need to!

Jason: No problem, I wasn't doing anything too [Crime Lord activities flash through his mind] important.

Danny: Can you believe my parents thought you were a crime lord though? Weird am I right?

Jason:

Danny: Jason. You are scaring me.

Jason: Haha, yea that's weird isn't it?

Danny: Jason.

Jason: Well, I have to leave now to attend to my totally real and totally not crime related job at the ice cream shop.

Danny: [Squints eyes]

Jason: [Internally sweating bullets]

Danny: Suuuuure, bring me back some ice cream though.

Jason: [Thumbs up and leaves]

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Danny isn't romantically interested in Jason in the least #Neither is Jason romantically interested in Danny #But he needed a partner and Jason was the only one available #Jason somehow managed to balance that and being a crime lord #Jack and Maddie instantly had the suspicion of him being Red Hood aka a crime lord aka a criminal aka a danger to their boy #Danny doesn't know at ALL though and so they hang that theory up because if Danny didn't know then he probably wasn't a crime lord #Jason's identity was almost blown because he pretended to be the boyfriend of his friend #Again Danny doesn't know shit about him being Red Hood he just thought dude was dedicated to his job plus its Gotham #Not that weird to come back with scraps and scratches

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tteokdoroki · 7 months

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˖⁺ ⊹୨ Y2KISSME ! ୧⊹ ⁺˖ ━━ kinktober 2023 !

let’s kick it back to the year two thousand, but this time it’s wetter, wilder and raunchier aka the sexier versions of your fav y2k films.

୨୧ — NOTES. here it is my loves!! kinktober 2023. i hope you guys like it i’m super excited. some things might be scrapped but idk !! we’ll see. click here ! to join the taglist. rbs are totally fetch ! ♡ ⋆｡˚

୨୧ — RATED R: the following films contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. ugh, as if ! minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

╰₊✧ OCT 1ST PRINCESS DIARIES - starring; satoru gojo ! ྀི

movie contents: thirty days until you become queen, thirty days to get married and thirty days to stop sneaking around with the man trying to steal your crown…

KINK: breeding ft. spit, infidelity, agoraphilia, daddy kink, baby trapping, breast play, royalty!au.

╰₊✧ OCT 3RD MEAN GIRLS - starring; katsuki bakugou ! ྀི

movie contents: in girl world, halloween is the only time of the year when katsuki bakugou can slut girls out and no one can say anything about it. boo, you whore!

KINK: free use ft. dub-con, cum-play, voyeurism, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia.

╰₊✧ OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS - starring; yoichi isagi ! ྀི

movie contents: if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way!

KINK: overstimulation ft. scratching, car sex, public sex, food play, sweat kink, dry humping.

╰₊✧ OCT 16TH CLUELESS - starring; megumi fushiguro ! ྀི

movie contents: are you totally buggin’ or is your college-goer, goody two shoes step-brother kinda into messing around with you?

KINK: step cest ft. photos, videos, soft sex, praise kink, body worship, panty sniffing, stuffed animals.

╰₊✧ OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY - starring; eijirou kirishima ! ྀི

movie contents: there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot.

KINK: monsterfucking ft. gags, claiming, choking, branding, blood kink, cock warming.

╰₊✧ OCT 31ST LEGALLY BLONDE - starring; seishiro nagi ! ྀི

movie contents: there’s no way someone broke up with nagi because he’s too blonde!? poor baby, maybe you could provide a little emotional support…

KINK: coercion ft. dumbification, overstimulation, mind break, oral fixation, cherry chasing, power imbalance.

╰₊✧ BONUS CHARLIE'S ANGELS - starring; bakugou, kirishima ‘n midoriya ! ྀི

movie contents: your three precious angels deserve a little reward for all the hard work that they do, don’t you think, charlie?

KINK: gangbang ft. dvp, frottage, blowjobs, voice kink, running a train.

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yawnderu · 3 months

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Lamb of God — Nikto x Medic!Reader | Part I

Shot, stabbed, beaten... Mikhail has been through hell countless times, yet no amount of training or experience from years in Spetsnaz could ever prepare him for what Victor Zakhaev did to him. 8 missing nails, multiple new wounds on his already scarred body, and a face so disfigured he could no longer recognize himself— not only was his body broken, but so was his psyche.

His first visit was with the medics, wounds in desperate need of cleaning even with infection starting to set in most of them, the chemical burns on his face already blistering and itching despite being scolded by the medic multiple times for scratching himself. He was a difficult patient to say the least— not wanting anyone to touch his injuries or even look at him, only accepting treatment from the only person who dared confront him.

“'Stop that.” Your request comes in a sharp tone, not wanting him to itch his blistering injuries and make the scarring worse than what you knew it would be. A mumbled ''don't tell me what to do'' makes its way to your ears, though you decide to ignore it when he puts his hands way, adhesive bandages decorating his fingers where the nails had been ripped off.

“Sit up for me.” The man is an aggressive dog that defends himself with fangs bared, yet he somehow listens to your commands— even when he scoffs or grumbles before finally doing what you ask. Your gloved hand goes to his chin as you examine the red skin on his face, noting it was washed when he was first rescued, no residue of the acid left. He mumbles something and you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Is it gross?” His deep voice asks, accent even rougher with the raw emotion he's feeling. He knows for a fact it's gross, he saw it himself— he has blisters covering over half of his face, still remembering the acid dripping down his face from Zakhaev simply wanting to cause him pain.

“I've seen worse— at least you still have a face.” Being a medic for the military allowed you to see both human cruelty, and the extends injuries could go. You've seen multiple soldiers missing their face, skin pulled and bones poking out of their bodies— Mikhail's injuries aren't the worst you've seen, not even close.

“Your nose doesn't look too weird either, even when I was told it was broken. Your eyes still work, all your limbs are still attached... you'll recover from everything in no time.” You try to keep a positive attitude despite the way his baby blue eyes are staring holes into your head, pupils looking tiny despite the dim light in the room.

“I'm mostly worried about what's going on here.” You tap his head softly and he doesn't take long on pushing your hand away softly, a small smile making way to your lips when you notice how he avoids eye contact for a second before he's back to staring at you. You stare back for a while, trying to decipher what he's feeling before going to grab a cloth, filling a small bucket with cold water and making your way back to him.

“This might hurt a little bit, let me know if you want me to stop and we can take a break.” He looks down at the bucket of water and the cloth you're dipping in, squeezing the excess water as you wait for his approval. He gives you a nod in affirmation, flinching slightly as the cold cloth makes contact with his face. It doesn't hurt as much as he imagined— if anything, it feels almost soothing, the previous ache and itchiness disappearing even if only for a very short while.

“Заканчивай быстрее с этой хернëй.” He mutters under his breath despite how good it actually feels on his injuries, not wanting to get any pity from you.

“Be patient.” It almost feels like he's getting scolded by his nana, faint memories of the old woman cleaning his scrapped knees come to mind, holding onto them to try and stop the bad thoughts from flooding his damaged brain.

“Mikhail.” Your soft voice slowly brings him back to reality, feeling an odd sensation all over his face. His hand goes up to feel his cheeks, only now realizing that you already dressed his wounds. He looks utterly confused, not even remembering you getting gauze, everything happening too suddenly. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember most of the heli flight back home, too busy thinking about... what was he even thinking about?

“Mikhail.” You repeat, one of your gloved hands going to his shoulder in attempts to make him look at you. He's still staring blankly at the floor, just as he has been doing for the past 20 minutes, not responding to his own name.

“Quiet, I hear enough voices.” He brushes you off, finally getting up from the medical bed and quickly leaving your office despite the small limp from the beatings he took for days.

He hears voices? His next stop will have to be with the provided psychiatrist once his body recovers a little bit to test if he's still fit to be part of Spetsnaz, leaving your heart filled with worry until you move onto the next patient, making a mental note to check on him later.

A/N: Mikhail is Nikto's name in this fic, the person he used to be before turning into Никто.

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teecupangel · 5 months

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Concept: Imagine if Altaïr had a habit of adopting birds of prey and stuff.

Ezio did the same thing except with cats (including a lion cub, if you know the reference to Da Vinci you'll get it)

Connor adopted canines constantly.

Desmond inherits all of these and takes in every single stray animal he finds. It doesn't matter if it's even safe to keep as a pet. He just adopts every single animal in sight.

In other words, through genetic manipulations, the Isus have created the ultimate savior of humanity:

A Disney Princess.

And it all started with Altaïr accidentally turning one of the towers in Masyaf as an aviary that only housed Birds of Prey.

No one knows how he did it.

They were pretty sure he started doing it after his father died and no one had the heart to tell a grieving child to stop adopting birds as a coping mechanism.

By the time Altaïr had been initiated, the aviary and its occupants have become just another staple in Masyaf.

Is it weird that they only listen to Altaïr?

Is it weird to hear Altaïr have a full blown conversation with them?

Very much so.

But it was Altaïr.

He was as weird as he was talented.

So people just left him be.

Time passed and Altaïr became a legend in the Brotherhood.

There were whispers that he could command any kind of birds of prey to do his bidding.

Perhaps he could.

Perhaps he could not.

No one found out the truth.

Ezio, on the other hand, was known as a hoarder of cats.

He gives food to even the dirtiest stray cats that could be found scurrying in the streets.

And they would follow him back to the Brotherhood’s hideout where some poor servant or recruit would have to bathe the cat, suffering the scratches and bites.

Only to be rewarded by the cat purring contently when it is presented to Ezio who holds it in his arms and calls it bella or bello.

And then… Ezio managed to get a hand on an illegally smuggled lion cub who grew up to be quite… large.

A very spoiled large cat who always loved it when Leonardo would come to visit because he would give the lion treats so it would let Leonardo study it.

Now, Ratonhnhaké:ton didn’t plan to adopt any animals. It just so happened that he joined a wolf pack in taking down preys once and now he was considered a… ‘kindred spirit’. They would join Ratonhnhaké:ton whenever he was off hunting and wouldn’t take his kills.

When he left the village, he saved a dog being mistreated by Red Coats and the dog just followed him to the homestead.

While he was sleeping the barn, he saw another dog, all skin and bones, rummaging the containers where the old man keeps the horses’ food for any scraps it might eat and he felt sorry for it so he would throw it a bit of the meat he would prepare for him and the first dog that kept following him.

By the time, Achilles finally agreed to train him, the wolf pack that he had hunted with near his village came to the homestead and… just followed him around.

Achilles thinks it’s a gift.

That there have been Assassins that had a close kinship with animals like Altaïr with his birds and Ezio with his cats.

The wolf pack stayed in the homestead when Ratonhnhaké:ton went with Achilles to Boston. The dog that Ratonhnhaké:ton fed also stayed because they learned that he was already quite an old dog.

Achilles didn’t say anything but the grief in his eyes made it clear that the old dog’s owner had been one of the many dead Assassins that Achilles knew.

When Ratonhnhaké:ton returned from Boston…

Not only was he accompanied by the first dog he adopted, he apparently adopted 3 more dogs along the way.

Achilles has himself to blame for that one.

And so, time moves on and Desmond Miles is born.

The window to his nursery was always close because birds and squirrels would come inside an open window and surround his cradle.

His mother had been worried that those squirrels and even some of the birds might carry something that would make a baby sick.

When he grew older, his friends were the animals in the woods surrounding the Farm and the guard dogs that Farm used.

The other children thought he was weird because of his affinity to animals.

Many adults found it to be a bit disturbing but also a sign of the greatness that Desmond would achieve.

Why else would he have the same ‘skill’ as Altaïr and Ezio, after all?

Then Desmond showed… to be lacking in training.

He wasn’t bad.

He was even better than a lot of the other kids.

The problem was…

Everyone expects him to be more than that.

And Desmond couldn’t take it.

So he ran away.

And the animals ran away with him.

And Desmond finds an abandoned farm where he finally carves out a place of happiness for himself and his friends.

… Desmond has no idea where the bear came from but he became docile after Desmond scolded him for destroying the trash bin and eating spoiled food.

#it’s about leonardo’s mechanical lion #yeah that’s a thing #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer #disney princess desmond

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twst-drabbles · 18 days

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Leona 27

Summary: Little Leona likes to nap in a bowl filled with scraps of Cheka’s old baby blanket. During those times, you like to scratch him and watch him melt into a pile of sand.

(Hmm, might write about Rook next. I miss him and his weirdo antics. No clue what to do on that front.)

Often, you have to be careful with your timing when it comes to petting Leona. If you try to approach him too early with your affection, he’ll bat at your fingers and run away from you. If you give in to your impatience and insist on giving him affection, he’ll straight up leave the house and won’t come back until Falena or Cheka come here to pick him up.

For a creature that naps quite a bit, his tolerance towards anything is very thin. Which you suppose is natural for spoiled critters such as him. Vil was much the same way until you came along and humbled him.

Ignoring Leona worked out for the most part. He’d stay in the house of his own volition, only venturing out as far as the garden and as high as the roof. Sure, he’d still make demands of you and would sand your things if he thought that would get you to listen, but that time trapped in that airtight container you got from Crowley certainly got him thinking twice.

Anyway, all this to say that Leona went from ignoring your existence until he wanted a servant to always wanting to be in the same room as you because he must keep an eye on you, like you’re a threat or something. And because Leona was constantly in your presence, it was only a matter of time before he started napping in it.

In every room you’re usually hanging out in, you have these ornate hand-painted bowls you’ve received as a gift just sitting there close to you. Inside those bowls were a handful of cloth cut from Cheka’s old baby blanket. You felt a little weird asking for that at the time but now you had no regrets.

Because, inside the bowl on the patio you’re at was Leona, face buried deep into the creases as he laid on his belly. Only in moments like these could you reach out and stroke his face without it being a gamble.

Leona’s been getting better at getting pettings, though he only tolerates a few pats before zipping off elsewhere. When in the deep throes of sleep, however, you could dig your fingers into his face and he wouldn’t care.

You lifted his limp head, watched the weird way the dips and creases of his face shifted and melded together like writing on sand, then scratched the bottom of his chin. He woke up in instant, features rushing right back to definition, blinked, then sank onto your fingers.

Leona was one of those pets that, when he starts really getting into feeling your nails scratch against his form, he starts wanting it deeper. He lowered himself further and further, the shape of himself getting flatter in the way boneless creatures do.

You snorted just as Leona finally lost his grip on his form, losing his colors to the golden sand. He fell with a dull thud on his little scraps of blanket, gold flecks trailing down through the gaps in your fingers.

Leona reformed himself like clay, didn’t even bother with putting himself in his tiny clothes. Instead he looked up with his sleepy eyes, grabbed your fingers and shoved his face into your palm.

Oh he’s going to regret this later once he fully wakes up, you just know it.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #savanaclaw #leona #leona kingscholar #house pet au #reader insert

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Y/N somehow turns into a puppy (And Alcina loves it) Part 2

Here’s where the girls see Y/N as a puppy! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

As they hear Alcina call out for them, Bela, Cass, and Dani all rush to her side. Their eyes widen in surprise.

“A puppy!” Bela yells excitedly, a bit out of character for her.

“Where did you get them, Mother?!” Cass asks with a huge grin.

Alcina clears her throat. “Well… This is… Y/N.” She reveals.

“WHAT?!” Dani exclaims.

“But… How?!” Bela asks.

Alcina sighs. “I’m not sure. But there must be something we can do…” She trails off, thinking.

“Oh my goodness, they’re so precious!” Dani exclaims, scratching behind your ears.

Bela nods in agreement, “I can’t believe it. Y/N is a puppy!” She chuckles, taking you from Alcina’s arms. She holds you on your back like a baby, cuddling you close.

They all giggle and coo at you, petting your fur and fawning over you.

Cass shakes her head, smiling, “Well, at least now we have a new furry friend to play with,” She says, rubbing your belly.

You feel a bit overwhelmed by their reactions, but can’t help but enjoy the affection they’re giving you. Being a puppy may have its drawbacks, but it certainly has its perks too.

Alcina then clears her throat, drawing the girls’ attention back to her. “We still need to find a way to change them back,” She tells them, and they nod in agreement. “Mother Miranda will know what to do.” She says.

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry, Mother,” Bela assures her, kissing you.

Cass nods, “But until then, we’ll take good care of them.”

Dani grins mischievously, “And we can teach them some tricks!”

“They need toys to play with too!” Bela chimes in.

You suddenly begin wriggling at what Bela said and want to be let down. Bela sets you gently down on the floor.

You waddle around a bit, trying to get used to this new form. You… Really like the idea of having stuff to play with. You have an insatiable urge to chase something right now. You happily bark and run around in circles, wagging your tail and bowing to signal that you want to play.

The girls squeal at how cute you are.

“I’ll go see if I have something they can chew on!” Cass says and swarms off.

Alcina giggles as you come over and playfully nip at the bottom of her dress. She leans down and runs her fingers through your soft, fine fur. “You’re still my precious little draga.” Alcina says, relieved to see that you still have your usual spirit. “I’ll go and call Mother Miranda. Will you watch Y/N, girls?” Alcina asks.

“Of course!” Bela and Dani say at the same time.

Alcina laughs. “Thank you, my loves.” She tells them and goes to make the call.

Cass finally returns with an old scrap of fabric, shaking it to get your attention. “Look what I have, Y/N!” She says enthusiastically.

You bark and run over to begin tugging on it.

While you still feel a bit weird about the situation, you’re so grateful that they’re all taking your predicament seriously and working to find a solution (While indulging your new puppy impulses).

As the girls continue to coo over you, you can’t help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging. Even as a puppy, you’re still part of the family, and that’s all that really matters.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #resident evil imagines #lady dimitrescu x y/n #re8 shitpost #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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ghouljams · 3 months

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this isnt a cod thing but your last ghost distribution system answer made me think of this orange stray cat i befriended back in my first couple years of college when i was sharing an apartment with my cousin.

people here are pretty wary of stray cats (usually for good reason) but im one of those fearless dumbasses who tries to baby stray cats even when theyre hissing at me because i really want a cat. anyway my cousin used to leave scraps outside our door (apartments here are sort of set up like motels, with outdoor patio "hall"s) and this big fat scarred orange tabby always came over to eat the scraps, and one day we didnt have anything outside so this guy just walked in, made a beeline for our kitchen and started sniffing around the sink. my cousin refused to come near bc stray cats can be dangerous, but i walked in and grabbed him by the scruff and carried him back out. and he was weirdly really docile about it, didnt try to scratch me at all.

after that we had a weird relationship where i never knew when he was gonna come over, but when he did he would just walk into our place and come up to me for pets. one time i was busy doing hw on our tiny dining table and he just sat under my chair. another time i was sitting at our door and he just walked up to me and started rubbing his side on me and asking for pets. my cousin got pissed at me for being too friendly with him bc one time the cat decided to piss on our door... but i still loved that lil guy.

unfortunately one day i came home after not seeing the lil guy for a while and my cousin told me our landlady found his corpse by the street outside our subdivision. it seems he got into a fight with one of the big stray dogs and... yeah. it was apparently an ugly scene. i still tear up when i see orange strays. i never got to name the lil guy but i think of him as "charlie".

(after typing this all out i suddenly realized i should probably say- PLEASE do not take inspiration from this and kill off ghost)

:( I'm sorry to hear about your orange boy. I had a cat I fostered in college, a sleak tortie who was the sweetest, chattiest, girl. I absolutely adored her, but I couldn't keep her. Giving her up was one of the hardest things I've done.

Ghost isn't going to die, don't worry. He's safe from harm in the hospital, and he's got the 141 looking out for him. It's just too bad he's in a different country, miles away from home.

#ghoul speaks #this is why outdoor cats are free indoor cats

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 6 months

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Helloo, do you have open asks? If so, I would like to ask about hiccup and the "acts of service" w Reader(fem).

If you want it can be a continuation of "sorry, but I think I lost your plot ", but otherwise no problem!

I hope you have a good day <3

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 6

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,911

You find yourself running chores for the Haddocks more often than not. You’re not sure whether this fact irritates or pleases you. At least you’re getting paid (not really).

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, love language, acts of service, part 1

You shifted your arm, pulling the package you carried closer to yourself as you clambered up the steps to the top loft.

You peered over the edge as you pulled yourself up, revealing Hiccup at his desk in the corner, scratching away at a piece of parchment with a newly burnt stick of charcoal. Toothless wasn’t anywhere to be seen, not at the moment. He was probably off hanging with the other dragons while Hiccup did something non-dragon intensive and, therefore, probably Fury-boring.

“Hi,” You started.

“Uh-huh,” Hiccup grunted, after a long moment.

It seemed more of an automatic moment at first, so you weren’t sure he noticed you at first, too absorbed into what he was doing, though at the sound of your footsteps it seemed he did make a minor effort to cover the corner of the paper closest to you with his elbow.

You furrowed your brow as he mumbled something grumpy and noncommittal about his Dad and coming back later.

“Hiccup.” You tried again.

He looked up this time, blinking slowly and shifting his arms as if he was about to stretch, before going rigid.

“I heard about your trip to Outcast Island-?” You tried, for the third time, now that you had his attention.

“Oh, hey, hi-!” Hiccup shoved a few papers off his desk, kicking them underneath the table, you tilted your head to the side though you did your best not to look too closely, in case the papers were of a more private nature, “Don’t look at that -I mean, it was nothing big, but-yeah. It was crazy. Did- ah-”

“-And so did everyone else. Mrs.Ingerman put together a care package.” You offered it up to him, ignoring his quiet, confused, mouthed ‘Mrs,’ “So, uh… Delivery!”

“-Hey!” Hiccup said, hiding a strained smile behind a tall pile of pipes and other miscellaneous scraps. The area under his eyes was dark and pronounced and his hair was frayed in some portions.

It was dark, your vision washed over by a thin, navy film since the sun had set just a few hours prior. You had only the heated light of the forge to bring you light and the few lit torches lining Berk’s path to guide you there.

You wondered if you caught Hiccup at the wrong time. You feared the bond you formed scurrying around Dagur had faded, and Hiccup was back to being a little weird again. It brought you a little bit of sadness, but maybe it was for the best. It would be bad to keep meddling in the affairs of plot.

At least you hadn’t surprised him this time, which was minorly pleasing. You tended to do that a lot for some reason, despite not being particularly quiet or sneaky in any way.

“This is for you,” You placed the bow of stew you had balanced in one hand and the plate carrying a heavy leg of meat in the other on one of the nearby workbenches, cautiously and nervously pushing aside a few nails and ends with the uneven edge of the plate.

“Do you need any help?” You asked, already walking towards him, arms partially extended to help him bear the load.

Hiccup had been spending a lot of time in the Forge recently, meaning he’d probably been skipping out on meals. You did it a lot too, but you knew the toll it took. And there were only two meals a day here. It was a very rare but precious day when you were able to scrounge up a lunch for yourself.

If his father hadn’t done it, the Chief would request you to bring down a meal for Hiccup from the Great Hall. It was one of the many tasks you were given that didn’t pay, but you found you didn’t mind. At least in this instance.

It was the Chief, after all. And maybe you felt a little bad for Hiccup.

“Help?” Hiccup asked, wobbling shakily on his peg and foot. You were sure in a moment you’d be the same. While being on Berk helped some, you were afraid that you were unable to shake off your modern scrawny demeanor.

As you brought some of his load into your arms, counting a healthy, large roll of leather, a sack of needles and pins and twine and a thick group of thin, metal rods, You decided to stay.

You marched through the underbrush, pushing aside low-hanging branches and long, scratchy bush fronds, nearly cursing when your sleeve caught and one of your hastily done stitches were pulled.

You weren’t particularly great with a needle, especially the ones they had here, made of bone and a bit thicker than the ones you were used to back home.

You were wearing your shirt from the day you arrived on the island, which was admittedly much thinner and a whole lot less sturdy than any of your clothes from here.

You wondered what it was like back home, if anyone was still looking for you. In a sort of unsure and roundabout way, you sort of hoped they were.

Anyhow, your best needlework was done the night before last, in an effort to help Hiccup out with one of his newer contraptions, some add-on or other to Toothless’ flying gear.

You’d spent that night trying to follow his instructions to the best of your abilities, kneeled on the floor beside him, but your work was still a measure more fragile than the quick and industrial tacking Hiccup was well-practiced in.

To your benefit, though, you were tracing out and stitching carefully measured pieces by candlelight. It was difficult to do in the dark, and you did your best to compensate by being overly cautious, though that also might have been a sort of burden.

Today, you had your first break in a long while. You got everything done in the morning and so for once, there were no chores for you to chase after or any deliveries to make. It was a little bit less awesome without a working internet connection, but it was what it was.

The last time you’d seen Hiccup, he looked so drowsy and frayed, you couldn’t help but to be reminded of one of those large posters of Albert Einstein you remembered from way back in one of your old middle school classes, with some crummy science encouragement joke pasted to the bottom in Comic Sans.

He’d spent a lot of late nights at the forge recently.

You also hadn’t seen for a while. Not since yesterday. No one else had, people were starting to talk about it, it was beginning to get late. You figured you might as well just give it a look around, though you also very much wanted to take a nice, long nap.

So here you were, marching around deep in the woods as the sun began to set, washing the world over in yellows and orange hues.

You yawned, feet crunching against dry leaves until you broke out into a clearing, which was a minor relief. You took the time to stretch and sigh before looking around.

It was a small clearing full of uneven lush grasses, one half sort of upturned and shaded, the other half occupied by a small lump in a green tunic, and a larger, darker black-navy one just behind the treeline with many different fins for different parts of his body.

Hiccup said it was to see if he could add to or maximize Toothless’ speed, or something. You thought that maybe he was just trying to look cooler or something, though by the end of it, you were sure that Toothless looked a lot more like a sailboat.

“Hiccup…?” You mumbled, tiptoeing quietly towards the green lump, mindful not to make much noise though you approached with the full intent to prod him awake.

His tunic wasn’t quite saturated or dark enough to blend him in with the grasses.

You touched his arm lightly with your hand form where he lay on his side, before pausing. He had been very tired recently. It would probably be wrong of you to prod him awake and make him hobble all the way back to the village.

“Rise and shine,” You mumbled, still patting on his arm. You stopped mid pat at one point, instead choosing to poke him with your finger.

Hiccup just sighed tiredly in his sleep, rolling over further into the grass. You were certain he wouldn’t be waking up soon. You weren’t even sure when the last he slept was, so he could very well be out until the next time the sun set.

You dropped your hands to your side as he drooled uncomfortably face-down into the dirt.

You blinked through drowsy eyes yourself, wondering if you might be able to wake him up for long enough to get a blanket underneath.

You hoped Hiccup would still be there by the time you got back. You hadn’t really stopped to tell anyone about him, though you weren’t in much of a rush. Maybe it was a consequence of your own fatigue, clouding your own line of vision. You hoped they weren’t too worried.

You stumbled in the complete darkness over sticks and rocks, shuffled back with the armful of blankets in your arms.

Living in the stables afforded you some privacy but also meant that your things got dirty quicker. Which meant you had to clean them a lot. And sometimes you didn’t. But you had very recently so these should have been fine, all the pisces taken straight from your own bed.

Admittedly you had a few more than what was standard, though you quite needed them for the extra cushioning and to compensate for the fact that you weren’t as accustomed to the cold climate, especially at night. It was rough out here. They were hard to come by though given you didn’t have much and blankets were much harder to make than in the future.

It wasn’t that bad today so you assumed you’d be fine without for the time being.

After a very long walk with many almost-trips, you broke back into the empty clearing. It was a bit hard to tell through all the bedding, but it was, disappointingly, empty.

You sighed painfully, resisting the urge to rub tired eyes. You wished you had taken a nap or something earlier, barely able to keep yourself up. You weren’t sure you could make the walk back at this point, honestly, even though that was the plan.

What you should have been planning, though, was how you were going to be able to get your blankets back after the fact.

Well, you still had your bedding.

You dropped it with a noise between a whine and a groan and sort of wormed your way into the pile, kicking out what you could and smoothing what you needed to so that you felt and had to deal with as little wrinkles as possible.

You let your eyes fall shut for the most of it, too tired to pull them apart, heavy and sticky with sleep. You only vaguely regretted that you were too tired to look up at the stars, as you had for many nights now through a hole in the roof of the stables just above your bed when the skies were clear.

You exhaled, letting the relieving embrace of sleep envelope you.

#long awaited #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #hiccup haddock #fanfiction #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 months

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A Budding Romance

Hey!!! I just reread one of your fics- I forgot the name but it's the one where Janus could hear the narration, I really enjoyed that and was wondering if you'd be willing to write something similar with another self-aware side? – anon

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Warnings: none!

Pairings: intrulogical

Word Count: 1237

Roman has a pleasant morning observing his two favorite nerds flirting with each other.

It starts as simply as it could, perhaps: in the living room, with a handful of the Sides spread around the couch, the floor, and the chairs. Logan and Virgil sit at opposite ends of the couch, Remus sprawled at their feet.

“Bit exposition-heavy for an opening, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” Virgil pulls off one of his headphones. “Did you say something Princey?”

Roman looks up from his notebook and shakes his head. “Just talking about narrative development, my dear Emo, don’t mind me.”

Virgil looks at him suspiciously for another moment before going back to his phone. Roman glances around to make sure no one else is suspiciously eyeing him before looking back down at his notebook.

“You know, when you say it like that, it makes it sound far worse than it actually is.”

Thankfully, for his sake, Remus doesn’t perk his head up at the sound of making things worse than they are.

Roman rolls his eyes and goes back to scratching words along the page with a pen that really needs to be replaced, he has to reactivate it every other word.

“It’s a perfectly serviceable pen, you’re just jealous.”

“You know,” Remus remarks, not looking up from his assortment of gears and pipe cleaners, “if you want to borrow a viscera quill—“

“I do not, in fact, but thank you so much for the offer.”

Remus snickers. Logan looks up from his own notes, raising an eyebrow. “You have a viscera quill?”

Roman groans silently as Remus’s grin widens. “Oh, Lolo, I thought you’d never ask.”

“Now he’s done it,” Roman mumbles under his breath as Remus starts to go on and on about how he developed a quill that writes using the effluvia of various creatures— “wait, wait, wait, what the hell does ‘effluvia’ mean?”

Remus pauses in his tirade long enough for Logan to look over. “It’s bodily fluids.”

“Like shit and piss!”

“…technically, I don’t believe fecal matter counts as a ‘fluid,’ but…yes, among others. Saliva, blood, mucus, any sort of…”

“Body juice!”

“So why not just say bodily fluids?”

“It doesn’t sound gross enough,” Remus pouts, to which Logan only looks…mildly bemused about, “but wait, why are you asking about it?”

“Neither of us said it.”

“Came up in a story,” Roman says easily, which is technically not a lie so Janus doesn’t show up, “don’t mind me.”

Remus gives him one more strange look before going back to what he was talking about. Roman just settles further into the chair, a small smile blooming on his face as he watches the two of them talk. Logan’s grip on his notebook is slowly relaxing. Remus has all but abandoned the pile of scraps in favor of sitting up properly. Even Virgil glances at the two of them, does a double-take, and looks over at Roman, eyes wide.

Roman just shrugs with a very ‘what can you do?’ smile and keeps watching. Remus’s back is almost fully to him now, but he can see the way his shoulders rise and fall that his face must be as animated as ever.

”This is good for them,” Roman mumbles, “they’ve not gotten enough chances to be weird about the same thing.”

This is true: more often than not, when it comes to matters of discussion, the two of them are on opposing sides of the argument. Logan, as the steadfast voice of reason, which is something he doesn’t get nearly enough credit for—

Roman snorts.

—is often quite directly responsible for reining in Remus’s more…let’s say, ‘unorthodox’ suggestions.

”Nothing Remus does could be considered orthodox, that is true.”

“Aw, thanks, Roro.”

Logan chuckles, still looking at Remus with that softly fond look he denies having every single time one of them notices it. When Remus is done making sickeningly sappy faces at Roman, he turns back and fully freezes mid-word at the sight of it.

“I-uh—“

“Go on,” Logan says quietly, “I was enjoying that.”

“Uh—um—well, uh, I think that the, um—“

“Watch his ears,” Roman whispers, “they’ll start to go red.”

Sure enough, the very tips of Remus’s ears go pink, then a bright red, then a deeper red as he continues to stumble over his words. Roman leans to the side, hand over his face to cover his own snickering mouth. Logan just waits patiently, letting Remus try and get himself together, before taking pity on him and lightly prompting the last thought he’d been sharing. Remus takes the out and starts describing…whatever it was that they were talking about.

“Wow, way to keep a hold of the plot.”

But as becomes abundantly clear, the specifics of their conversation don’t matter. Rather, it’s the way Logan keeps straying his hand toward his notebook every so often, just to write down one little thing, before returning his full focus to Remus. It’s the way Remus will get caught off-guard by Logan’s expression and have to look away to refocus himself. And it’s the way that neither of them have noticed that Roman and Virgil have given up all pretenses of minding their own business and are now openly staring at the two of them.

They catch each other’s eyes and have a wordless conversation of their own, before Virgil shakes his head and sinks out. A second later, a text appears on Roman’s phone saying keep me updated.

Now, whether or not they ever decide to let Remus and Logan know they have a group chat devoted to the cute things the two of them do remains to be seen, but this is definitely a prime opportunity for sneaking an adorable picture of the two of them.

“Ooh, great idea.” Roman sneaks a shot of Logan smiling softly at a blushy Remus. “That’s a keeper.”

Within the bounds of Roman’s role as a Side, he so rarely gets to enjoy the softer aspects of his responsibilities. The majority of his time is taken up by being Creativity, which is of course his main role, but the glamor of it faded long ago. ‘Creativity’ is more drafting, redrafting, the grind of editing, than it is the actual performance of the results. And, of course, there are the parts of it that rasp a little too harshly against the more sensitive parts of oneself. To create is to be vulnerable, and that only gets so much easier.

Passion helps, of course, but passion is as fickle as candle flame if not properly nurtured. Passion, Romance, Ego, tragedy walks in their footsteps as easily as breathing. It speaks more toward the intensity of the emotions and experiences rather than the positivity or negativity. And for Roman, who lives and breathes as the embodiment of it, it can be difficult to catch his breath.

But of course, there are moments of softness. Like this one, where the two of them are sitting in their own little world and talking about nothing at all. The pleasant lightness of it all floats through the air, sweet as a summer breeze. So Roman can soak in it, for just a little while, as these moments grow few and far between.

“And whose fault is that?”

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The Lost de Rolo Chp. 3

Trinket

Previous Chapter.

Next Chapter.

Obligatory Trinket POV. Pre-stream events are referenced here.

TW: Blood, body modification, mentioned death

Trinket was not in his armor for once.

The bear had grown accustomed to the weight of it, so it felt a bit weird as he ambled around without it.

His Vex was currently in the food room with Keyleth and Scanlan as they went through the sticks and bottles they'd traded shiny things for. Grog was with them, not paying attention as he focused on his sharp thing, scrapping a rock across the edge to make it more sharp.

It was a new sharp thing, one that was dark with a red shiny thing on the not-sharp end and didn't exactly smell right. The bear preferred Grog's other sharp thing to this one.

Trinket eyed the dark sharp before huffing as he flopped onto the stone floor at His Vex's feet, tapping his claws against it in boredom.

His Vex smiled and offered a quick head scritch before giving her attention back to Keyleth while Scanla said something that had His Vex glaring.

Trinket didn't care about what they were talking about. He just wanted to go with them this time.

He'd been left behind after those... Not good things had attacked.

Trinket didn't know what they were, but they were bad. They had hurt Vax, then sent other not-good things to hurt his friends! Trinket hadn't been able to protect his friends either time and then His Vex told him to stay behind.

He hoped that despite not protecting them last time, he could follow them on their next adventure.

Like the last time, it had something to do with Percy's family. A missing piece of it.

Trinket wanted to help Percy find this missing piece, he knew what it was like to miss family and didn't want Percy to feel that again.

But his armor was gone, taken off of him.

It seemed like he would be left behind again.

Keyleth and Vax could want to braid his fur and make him look pretty again, (He didn't like it, but it had made them happy. Trinket would sit through it again if it made Vax and Keyleth happy.) But, it looked like he wouldn't be coming with them. Again.

A sad huff left the bear and he shoved his head into Vex's lap.

He didn't want to be left behind.

The front door opened and shut as two sets of footsteps came down the hall and into the room.

Trinket recognized the sweet, warm smell that came with Pike and the smokey-powdery scent that came from Percy.

Percy used to smell like something was constantly burning, but he didn't anymore. Trinket was glad that he didn't smell like burning. That smell was something, bad. But it was gone, and that made His Vex happy.

Percy made His Vex happy.

Just like how Keyleth made Vax happy. Or, used to.

Keyleth still made Vax happy, just not like she used to. He seemed sad when he looked at Keyleth now.

A few days after they came back, Scanlan said Vax and Keyleth were having a long talk. Pike had smacked Scanlan across the back of his head and said it wasn't that kind of talk. Trinket didn't understand what they meant. Their language, though being the same as His Vex's, was weird,

"Where's Vax?" His Vex asked, making the bear lift his head to see that Vax hadn't returned.

Pike scratched his ears as she walked past to sit beside Grog who set his big sharp aside,

"He was still talking to Father Tristan when we left,"

"Whatever for?"

Pike shrugged at His Vex as Percy fell into the empty seat next to Trinket.

Percy was drawn tight up on the chair with fingers tugging at his short hair. Trinket knew from experience that it was painful and shuffled over to plop his head in Percy's lap.

The human didn't even question it and dropped one of his hands to Trinket's head. He didn't give any scritches though, which made Trinket huff,

"But did it go good at the temple?" Grog asked, which made everyone turn to Percy who sighed while removing the circles on his face,

"It did work, Grog," Trinket saw a slight smile on Percy's face, "I saw her. My sister's alive,"

"Well dat's great!" Grog exclaimed while clapping, "When we leavin'?"

"And, uh, where are we going? Exactly?" Keyleth asked,

"Westruun,"

"That's great! That's really close, Percy!" Keyleth sounded happy to Trinket.

His head was still under the table so he couldn't see her,

"I know. It's... closer than I ever thought she would be..."

"However," Pike's voice cut across Percy's quiet talking, "We should talk about Vax's reaction,"

There was a very long pause that made Trinket wonder if something had happened. He shuffled until his head was no longer on Percy's lap and plunked it onto the table.

Nothing had happened, but everyone was looking at Pike who appeared worried,

"What do you mean Vax's reaction?" His Vex questioned while gently rubbing his ears,

"I don't know. He just... Didn't seem happy? About where Ciara was,"

Percy spoke up after Pike, the hand with the stone rubbing the ear His Vex wasn't touching,

"Vax recognized the building she walked into quickly. Almost immediately, in fact," Trinket's ears twitched at the soft footsteps that came into the kitchen, "I'm certain he knows where Ciara is,"

"You would be right about that, Freddie," Everyone turned to see Vax leaning against the wall.

Trinket didn't like the look on Vax's face. It didn't look okay, it looked sad and angry.

Trinket didn't like when Vax, or any of his friends, were sad or angry. That meant something was wrong,

"Where was she, Vax?" His Vex asked.

Vax's eyes darted around the room before looking at the floor. Trinket looked too, but there wasn't anything at Vax's feet,

"Entering the Clasp's tavern,"

A low growl escaped Trinket as the rest of the room went silent.

He remembered that word.

Clasp.

Trinket didn't know what a clasp was, but he knew it was full of people who had hurt Vax and Pike a while ago, forcing them to fight some kind of monster after kidnapping them. They had killed someone important to the clasp thing, and surprisingly, it had been Scanlan who had gotten them out of that situation.

Trinket still doesn't fully believe that Shorty was able to do that by himself. He most likely had help that Trinket didn't see.

But that clasp thing was back and Trinket didn't want any more of his friends being put in danger because of that clasp and Grog was agreeing with him,

"T'ose asses!" He growled while reaching for the dark sharp, "We got t'deal wit' them again?"

Pike sighed while leaning against the big man, "Looks like it Buddies," She glanced at Vax who was rubbing the back of his neck, "Last time, you mentioned that you were a member,"

"Yeah, I did. And that didn't go so well. But, we were dealing with the Emon chapter. I was, for lack of a better term, initiated into the Westruun chapter,"

"And, even though that sounds great, amazing, and something that could totally help us, I have the feeling you're about to tell us something not good," Scanlan piped up as he crossed his arms on the table as Vax sighed.

Vax tugged at his hair before shaking his head and saying,

"The only reason I joined was because I discovered that someone had contracted the Clasp..." Vax stopped talking before looking at Vex.

Trinket recognized that look, it meant His Vex wouldn't like what came next,

"Someone had made a contract to have a member of the Clasp, bring him my sister. l managed to make a deal with one of the Spirelings-"

"What kind of deal?" His Vex's voice was tense as she stood up to look Vax in the eye, "What kind of deal did you make with the Spireling?"

Trinket could tell this topic made His Vex nervous, and with the way Percy's fingers briefly tugged on his ear, Trinket knew he was uneasy too.

And when Vax didn't answer right away, Trinket grew nervous too.

Vex may be Trinket's person, but he'd known Vax since he'd been a cub! Trinket didn't want Vax to be taken away by some kind of deal! From what the others have said about their time away, that had almost happened to Percy!

Trinket wasn't going to let some, deal, thing, take Vax away!

"In a way, I had to complete the contract. They wanted me to bring them a body, and I brought them a body. They brought out a stick made out of tongues, and used it to turn the person I brought, into you," Vax sighed and kept looking toward the ground.

Trinket still didn't know why the floor was fascinating to Vax,

"And, they branded me afterward. The Spirelings had me swear loyalty to the Clasp. So, if they ever called upon me, I would have to answer,"

Vex's hands were clenched around the edge of the table and her fingers were turning white. Trinket worried he would hear something snap if she didn't let go so he lathered a slobbery lick to her fingers.

It did the trick as her hand found its way to Trinket's head and settled against his fur. But, the bear could feel the tension of his human from the stiff way she stroked his ears,

"Have they ever called on you?" Trinket didn't like how tense His Vex's voice was.

Vax shook his head, "No. Never,"

"But that doesn't mean they won't-" Trinket felt Percy's hand grab Vex's atop his head and her voice cut off with a sharp, angry breath before she slowly sat back down.

Trinket shifted his head to look at His Vex.

She was still angrily looking at Vax while her mouth had pressed into a thin line. The bear knew Vax was in for a long and loud yelling at some later point.

Keyleth carefully twisted her stick between her fingers while nervously looking between the twins,

"Could the, membership, help? I mean, I know it didn't help last time, but, you said that you were a part of the Westruun Chapter, and, we are going to Westrunn, so, could that be in our favor?"

Vax shook his head, "I don't think it does, Kiki. I'm not in any position to ask for any favors,"

"Also, and this is just a thought, the person who paid to have Vex kidnapped might want to try again if he sees her in Westruun," Trinket growled lowly as Scanlan talked.

If that bastard so much as looked at His Vex, Trinket would bite his head off! He would rip him apart and crush his bones into splinters!

"Scanlan, for once, has a point," Percy said as Scanlan let out some kind of protest about always being on point,

"Then we kill 'im!" Grog exclaimed, still holding onto the dark sharp that made Trinket uneasy,

"I was never told who he was, Grog," Vax said,

"Then how did you know about this contract to kidnap me?" Vex's voice was still tight with anger and not even Trinket nuzzling her side was able to calm her,

"I politely asked the man why he was following you,"

"An' he jus' told you what he was doin'?" Grog asked, finally putting the bad sharp thing back down, unknowingly allowing Trinket to marginally relax against Vex.

The bad sharp was still there, but out of Grog's hands,

"The main problem will be what happens if they try to open the contract again," Added Pike which made Percy ask,

"If that is a possibility, then maybe-"

"Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, if the next words out of your mouth are that I should stay behind I swear!"

Trinket watched the unfolding argument with disinterest. He would like it if His Vex stayed behind with him. It wouldn't be as lonely as last time.

But, he knew that Percy meant a lot to His Vex and she would want to help him find the missing piece. Which meant that if she were forced to stay with Trinket, she would be unhappy. Trinket didn't want His Vex to be unhappy, but he also wanted His Vex to be safe.

The shouting continued around Trinket, but he only pressed further into Vex until she shot up from her seat and proclaimed,

"I am not staying behind! And the next person who suggests that will find themselves hogtied in the dungeon! Now get your shit ready!"

In the silence that followed, Vex grabbed the sticks and two bottles off the table and stomped out of the room.

Vax sighed while pushing off the wall, "Well, you heard her,"

Vox Machina began packing their things so they would be ready to leave early the next morning, but Trinket stayed in his place at the table.

No one said anything about Trinket going with them. It looked like he would be left behind again.

He huffed in despair and lay on the ground, sad that he wouldn't be able to help until His Vex called out from further in the Keep,

"Trinket, come here. Your new armor's arrived! We have to make sure it fits before we leave!"

The bear shot up from his place on the floor and began running to where he had heard His Vex, almost trampling Scanlan in the process, but he was too excited!

He was going with them!

They flew over Westruun, their Matron watching through their eyes as they followed their Girl.

They had been watching her since she was a child in Whitestone, climbing trees in the gardens to hide from the adults, running and playing with the other children when she wished to join them in their games.

They'd always watched over her, until those things came.

Those things hid her from their Matron's sight for three years.

They could not find a way to see her, even their Matron could not find her inside that castle. But they watched as Whitestone became a dark place from the roof of their Matron's temple.

The ravens watched as the people fell into despair as the sun hid from the sky while dark magic leaked from the castle.

Years passed, they felt the darkness spread and their Matron's sight on Whitestone weakened. The dark magic in the land was suffocating, but the ravens stayed. No matter how many of them fell to the darkness, they stayed.

What had started as seven, dwindled down to two when they once again caught sight of their charge.

She was different.

Her hair was no longer dark but a shock of startling white that looked paler than the Matron's mask. Dark blood stubbornly clung to the changed hair despite the pouring rain, and her right arm hung uselessly at her side.

That was another change, the arm.

What had once been flesh and blood was now dark and metallic. Gears replaced joints and rods were speared into whatever remained of her shoulder.

Their Girl was in pain and scared.

She's been in pain since they followed her into the woods and out of Whitestone.

They did what they could for her.

They brought small animals they hunted, knocked fruits and nuts from trees, and stole what they could from small parties of humans they came across. She took what they brought her without question.

She began to teach herself how to steal, and they would distract her targets when they could. But she soon became proficient enough to not have to rely on their help. Their Girl began stealing coins from pouches and food from stalls and tables.

They watched her teach herself how to wield weapons with her left hand.

They watched her learn the new movements of the metal arm.

They listened when she began calling them Adrik and Nyx.

They watched her discover the city of Westruun, and the temple dedicated to their Matron.

They watched her enter and peered through the windows as she hesitantly began to pray after placing nine coins on the altar.

They watched their Girl find solace with their Matron who rejoiced that one of her own was reaching out.

They watched over her, but they could do nothing when she was grasped by the Spireling.

They could only watch as what little spirit she regained was crushed by the Clasp.

They could hear their Matron weep when their girl fell back into a darkness that clouded her mind.

She stopped seeking solace with the Matron and began ignoring the ravens who had watched over her for years.

They asked their Matron to intervene, but she would always say it was not time, her voice full of sorrow.

But today had been different.

Their Matron told them the Other was coming.

They didn't know much about the Other. Only that his gold thread was entangled with their Girl's and that their Matron's eyes had been on him since he'd encountered those things that had taken their Girl's light.

The ravens knew he was coming, and that one of them would have to lead him to their Girl.

But he wasn't here yet, and until he was there, they would both stay with their Girl.

#legend of vox machina #vax x original character #vax x reader #critical role #grog strongjaw #keyleth #percy de rolo #scanlan shorthalt #trinket #vax'ildan x original character #percy de rolo x vex'ahlia

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ofallthingsnasty · 4 months

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Yes, yes I know I love to talk about Doflamingo and reader in weird pet play-esque scenarios but have you considered that he is also the type of guy to go "walks like a duck, quacks like a duck" when it comes to you? Especially when he didn't pluck you out of your life with the intention of becoming some twisted little human pet - when you were just supposed to be a little bit of amusement.

tw.forced pet play, dehumanization, violence, minors dni

You can stomp your feet and pout and bite and scratch and yowl if you want - but there will be a certain point where he'll grow tired of that little 'feisty' thing you've got going on. It's amusing while it lasts, but you know what's even more entertaining? Beating you down and training you like the dog you pretend to be. Lips that can only spit acid and bark at him don't deserve to speak at all, don't you think? They should be stretched around a gag and those teeth that nearly break in two every time he gets too close to them - those should be kept behind a lovely little muzzle. Sharp nails and strong fingers belong on the floor, or, if you're especially rabid, tied to your shoulders so you can walk on your elbows. Soles you use to run from him should be bare; pointing upward to the ceiling so that he may cane them to make you jump and yelp. The clothes he provided you with so generously should go right back where they belong because who dresses their little darlings other than those weird, overly-involved pet owners? Under his roof, animals should be kept just the way they are, in all their natural glory. Gone is the space in his warm bed - not only does he hate the thought of your slobbering on the place he sleeps, you'd also benefit from some crate training, that's how bad your separation anxiety seems to have gotten. No more loving, hand-fed meals on his lap, no more cooking - now you lick your bowls clean by his feet and don't beg for scraps from the table or else you might get a taste of his heels. Oh, he knows how much it confuses you - to go from an entirely free rein, that horrid little attitude that he let fester deep within you for far too long to strict rules and high expectations. But you're smart, resilient and it's not too late to beat that bad behavior out of you - every little drop of venom, every scratch, every bite was just a call for help, for a more structured existence. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck... Then it's a fat little duck, isn't it? He just wasn't able to see that the first time he met you.

#tw.pet play #tw.violence #/doflamingo #/one piece #doflamingo x reader #one piece x reader

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brandogenius · 3 months

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“I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you.” with Julien 😭😭😭😭

‼️ RPF‼️

PROMPT - julien x reader

short mini fic. word count: 460

“you have a way with words” you replied as the shorter placed her chin against the acoustic guitar. a lopsided grin appearing on her face.

“are you always this cheesy in the night time?” you added, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. the wind blowing stray strands of hair across your face.

the two of you were sat on small lawn chairs on the balcony of your hotel room at one am in paris. the street lights flickering down below you as the city comes to life. the lights twinkle in your eyes as you tear them away from the bright lights, staring into juliens ones.

“is it too cheesy?” the shorter questions, sheepishly. goosebumps littering her tattooed arms as she crosses some words out on the crumpled sheets in front of her. weighed down by the luke warm coffee mug settled on the glass table.

“i like it” you shrugged, attention turned towards the scratched out lyrics. “you don’t need to write it out. it fits perfect with the melody. it is a love song isn’t it? keep it in” you reassured.

“i guess. just kinda sounds cringe dont it? maybe i should just scrap all of this- start over” you were quick to stop the shorter woman from spiralling. placing a hand over her tattooed hand, you gave her a small smile.

“keep that line in. i like it- i approve. keep writing” you gave julien a look and nodded towards the papers. with a small sigh, she relaxed her shoulders, placing the guitar back on her knee. you turned your attention towards the other, pulling the blanket over your lap as you sipped on the nearly cold coffee.

“who’s the song for? it’s a love song- you just writing it for the sake of a long song or is it dedicated to someone in particular?” maybe you were a little bold, but you were curious. julien always shares the thought process about her songs with you. it was a bit weird, seeing her a bit more closed off with this one.

julien fumbled with her guitar pick, shrugging as she tuned the guitar. the redness in her cheeks and nose , easily mistaken for the bite of the cold breeze that sweeps past them.

“something like that” she mumbled, not giving a confirm nor deny. pressing her ear closer to the tuning pegs.

“clarify for me?” you raised an eyebrow. cold hands hugging the warm mug. you stared at julien with question in your eyes.

“you’ll see when it’s released” the glint of mischief was present in juliens eyes making you laugh quietly to yourself.

you were excited for it. a love song written by julien. maybe you could hope and pretend it was written for you.

#pom writes #julien baker x reader #julien baker au #julien baker angst #julien baker one shot #julien baker fluff #julien baker fanfic #boygenius au #boygenius fanfic #boygenius one shot #boygenius x reader

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thesimscurator · 3 months

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For Rent Update to Career World is Live!

The For Rent update to Career World is here! Before I link it, though, a quick:

CAUTION: There is a serious bug in the game right now that causes irreversible save file corruption. The causes of it are unclear, but it seems to have something to do with residential rentals. I actually GOT this bug while doing this update, and had to scrap two weeks’ worth of work on the update and start over completely from scratch by downloading the previous version of Career World from my own Tumblr—because once it’s in, it can’t be fixed. Luckily, I did not get it on the second attempt (I checked obsessively as I was going), but I don’t know: A) why I got it the first time, B) why I didn’t get it the second time, or C) how to prevent it from happening again in the future.

Because of this, I have not opted to overwrite the previous version of the save file with the new version as I usually do. Until this bug is fixed (please go click “Me Too” on the bug report, it’ll encourage the devs to give this more attention), I want people to have the option to play with or without rental residential lots, knowing that there may be more risk of save file corruption by playing the version with rental residentials. To be clear: neither of these two versions of Career World is currently corrupted. I have uploaded clean saves for you to download. But since I don’t know what triggers the bug, the save may become corrupted as you play, and it looks like this is marginally more likely to occur in the version that has been updated to incorporate For Rent. You will know you have triggered the corruption if you begin to see exclamation points over lots instead of the usual lot identification symbols.

If you get this bug as you play, do not save your game! And perhaps even more importantly, do not close the save you were just playing and click into another; exit the game entirely. There is some evidence that this can spread from one save file to another if you play several save files in the same session. There is, I repeat, no fix for this. The only thing you can do with a corrupted save is restore old versions until you find one that doesn’t have the corruption yet. In the case of Career World, you can always come back to this page and re-download a clean copy from this website.

That was the important info for everybody, but for a few players, I must also give the usual . . .

IMPORTANT MOD NOTE: If you use Frankk’s Language Barriers mod, you must download and install the latest version of that mod before opening the save file in order to retain language data for Tomaru, the newest language.

OK, now that we’ve covered the important need-to-knows, here are links to:

Career World updated for For Rent

Career World only updated as far as Horse Ranch—i.e. without any content from For Rent

Both are also now linked in the main post.

Phew! Alright, now we can get to the details of:

What’s New?

Rental residentials, of course! The thing to know about them first off: there is another, far more minor bug in the game right now that hard-codes the names of all rental residential lot types as whatever EA originally called the lot rather than any new names the player might have given that lot. So, many of the existing apartment buildings—which used to have names that told you what they were, like “Sunny Retirement Village” or “FutureSim Employee Housing”—have reverted to having unchangeable informationless names, or worse: misleading and defunct names, like the house with a basement rental in Britechester that has gone back to being called “Pepper’s Pub” even though I moved Pepper’s Pub and it already has that exact name on a totally separate lot (ditto for the now-duplicated “Thebe Estate”). This is a mess. I will fix it if they ever change this bug/feature/whatever it is, but at the moment, please know that rental residentials have weird names that I can’t change, and the real identity of the building is probably buried several clicks deep in the unit descriptions.

In order to combat this somewhat for players who are willing to read these Tumblr updates, here’s a list of rental residentials with specific gameplay identities that I think should be more obvious than they are with the locked lot names:

Special Rental Residentials:

1) The apartment building on the FutureSim campus (Mirage Canyon) in Oasis Springs is employee housing for employees of FutureSim Labs (the scientist career employer), or its subsidiaries Obscure Logistics (the engineering employer) and Rainy Day Entertainment (the tech guru employer), and their families. If you do not have a scientist, engineer, or tech guru in the family, you are not eligible to move into these apartments.

2) The trailer park in Bedrock Strait in Oasis Springs is a retirement community. We don’t want any young whipper-snappers here, nor any of these go-getter old folks who still work and will just remind us of the daily grind we’re trying to forget. Don’t even dream of moving here unless you are 1) an elder, and 2) retired. And no live-in children or grandchildren, either! If you can’t remember the golden age of landlines, find somewhere else to live!

3) I did a little playtesting of the solar farm in Oasis Springs for this version of the save file, and discovered that A) you couldn’t even get to any of the solar panels to maintain them the way this was originally set up, and B) it wasn’t actually possible to make money from selling electricity—the lot value was too high relative to the payback from the solar panels. But, I discovered, it is possible to have the electric payback exceed your bills if the lot is changed to a rental residential with the living quarters set as the one and only unit and the solar farm itself as common area. So that’s what I did: I fixed the solar panels so you can access them, and set the place as a rental with only one unit. You can now functionally play as a solar plant operator. And of course, the Landgraabs are your landlords. They do own the whole electric utility, after all. (This is also now true for the power plant in Evergreen Harbor and the hill house/micro wind farm in the Windslar neighborhood of Windenburg.)

4) The cluster of huts at the top of the hill in Sulani’s Ohan’ali Town is an eco-living commune that blends traditional Sulani ways of life with new green technologies. Residents live in separate off-the-grid huts with little more than bedrooms and kitchens, powered by the commune’s on-site solar panels, windmills, solar hot water heaters, and dew collectors. In the collective space, however, you’ll find a thriving taro patch, a communal art studio, game tables, a full bar, a small basketball court, chickens and insects to raise, a roadside stand for selling the commune’s produce and crafts, and lots of opportunities to interact with fellow members of this intentional community. One of the huts is generally reserved for students on study abroad who have come to learn about Sulani culture through this communal living experience—see the List of Study Abroad Opportunities (now updated for Tomarang!) for details.

5) The defunct motel in StrangerVille was bought for an almost-literal song by an eclectic throuple of artists who are very flexible about making changes proposed by tenants. Currently, all the former hotel rooms are just in the state they were when the place was a hotel, but if you move in here and want to—say—combine two units into a larger, single unit like they have done with their own, they’d be open to that. If you want to add a rooftop space to your top-floor unit, or even create some kind of wonky townhouse by linking two units that are directly above one another with a rooftop space, they’re open to that, too. If you want to install blackout curtains over all the windows, paper the walls with conspiracy-theory notes, and run secret experiments in your former hotel room, go nuts! They’ll really let you do just about anything. All you need to do is play as the owners for a minute to change these things before moving your sim in.

6) The big house where Pepper’s Pub originally was in Britechester is just that—a big house. They rent out their converted basement to university students, but this isn’t really an apartment building. The understanding with this one is that whoever lives in the above-ground house portion will always be the property owner and not just a renter—and in order to make this true, I have had to add an owning family to that section of the property, which means the college administrator Jade Rosa has been house-sitting for all this time has returned! You now have the option to dive right in to professoring or college administration with the new family that now lives there (thanks to Ivelle_creates for making the couple).

7) Both the large piazza in Tartosa where the Thebe Estate used to be, AND the apartment building at Ro Kaya Rockside in Tomarang, are mixed-use areas with commercial establishments on the ground floor (and sometimes into the upper floors) with apartments above. This is not exactly possible yet in The Sims 4, but several of the businesses are still usable—you can buy wedding dresses off the mannequins in the Tartosan bridal shop, for example, because that gameplay is tied to the mannequin object and not the lot type. Mostly, however, these commercial areas are designed with gameplay as their associated workers in mind, allowing you to live in an apartment but do work tasks in one of the on-site businesses (EX: be a cosmotologist who works in the on-lot salon).

(And a quick sidenote on the piazza in Tartosa: there is the potential for A TREMENDOUS NUMBER of apartment units on this lot. I have only designated the three that are occupied as actual units for now, because I was already running up against the per-save-file unit limit, but if you want to move your own sim in, just pick whichever of the many empty spaces suits your fancy, create the perfect apartment for your sim, and designate it as a new unit. Or, if you are really into furnishing/interior decoration and you want to turn this into basically an entire town, you can just bulldoze the existing rental residentials in other worlds, use the bb.increaserentalunitcap on cheat to allow yourself all the space you need, and go to literal town.)

8) Tam Nang Sands in Tomarang is a resort hotel. The place is set up for short-term rentals only, and is really meant to be played from the property owner perspective, to create a faux active career as a hotel manager. While it is possible to play from the tenant perspective and “stay here” on “vacation,” the game does not register it as a vacation and will make you sell your current residence in order to move here. I don’t really recommend doing that unless you live with someone else and are planning on going on vacation without them; then you can use the “split household” feature to send part of your household for a temporary stay while the other part of the household holds down the fort. If the Sims team ever release an honest-to-goodness hotel system, I will update this, but in the meantime this is better played as the manager.

9) Isda Riverfront in Tomarang is the site of the Linh family compound. While most Tomarani people have abandoned this traditional mode of housing the entire extended family in a walled compound with central courtyard and a special family spirit house, the Linh family is determined to stick to it, no matter how many foreigners marry in. And that, of course, means that unless you’re marrying in, you may not move here. Marry in or be born in, that’s the deal.

10) The colonial mansion on the former site of The Screaming Gecko in Tomarang has been set “for rent” so it can be used as a private second home by a wealthy sim. One of the new and unique things the rental system now allows us to do is have sims own multiple homes and just swap between them at will; all you have to do is set all the homes you want to own as residential rental lots, assign all the rooms to a single unit in each, and then buy all the homes as a property owner. Since property owners pay no rent to live in a property they own, voila! You can live that snowbird life and just move to Tomarang when you get tired of winter, then move back to your original house (or any other vacation homes you own) when you need a change of scenery. I seriously considered having Judith Ward buy this house, since there is text in the tiger sanctuary about her having a particular connection to it, but ultimately decided I wanted you, the player, to have the opportunity to buy this with whatever sim you’re playing—whether Judith Ward herself or any other. And bonus, you can actually use this method to play out tax-evasion-by-the-wealthy storylines, because the property taxes on a big, expensive mansion that you own outright are astronomical, but taxes on “rental” properties you “manage” is just a flat $50 per unit per day, which is often far less than what you would have been paying on an owned house. This pack introduced lots of new paths to crime, for rich and poor alike!

All in all, there are 22 rental residentials in the save file now, with a total of 90 units (so you have 10 to play around with still!), the overwhelming majority of which are just empty and waiting for you to select and move your own sims in. If you choose to live in one of these buildings and want to have more neighbors, just move a few in from the gallery or elsewhere in the save.

And a quick note about a choice I didn’t make: I have not split any of the boarding houses in Copperdale into separate units for different students, because having a whole bunch of high school students with common interests in the same household is what allows you to control them as a group at the school and have them engage in active club activities together. This was half the point of creating the boarding-house system for Copperdale in the first place, so they are always going to be giant, unwieldy households full of sims. Embrace the challenge! You can play single high school students in any old save file. The same goes for the three movie set households added in the last update: all those sims need to be in the same household and simultaneously controllable for the gameplay to function correctly, so they have not been subdivided.

Tomarang Makeover:

As with some previous worlds, I’ve tried to lean in to the differing neighborhood identities by making Morensong bustling, crowded-together, modern, and rundown, while Koh Sahpa has a much more chill, spread-out, traditional, and upscale vibe. Morensong is overrun with street cats (i.e. it has “cat hangout” as a neighborhood trait), while Koh Sahpa has “peace and quiet” as its neighborhood trait. Both neighborhoods of Tomarang, however, have “mold” as a world challenge, because the air is just so heavy with moisture—the only exceptions to this are lots with absolutely no indoor space whatsoever, and therefore sufficient airflow to prevent mold growth. But if there’s an interior, there’s going to be mold.

The limited number of lots presented a challenge for filling Morensong with businesses and activities, but I think I did pretty well, considering. Its four lots are split half-and-half between residential and community, but one of the residentials is a mixed-use building with businesses on the ground floor, including a functional street market where you can play as a vendor if you’re living in the building. And I managed to pack quite a lot into the two community lots, as well! The one currently set as a thrift and bubble tea shop can have its lot type changed to karaoke bar, bar, lounge, or nightclub at will, depending on which spaces you want to focus on, what events you’d like thrown there, etc. And for the other lot, simmers made so many wonderful and creative alternatives to the bland national park that I couldn’t pick just one, so I picked four. I have turned this into one of the Eco Lifestyle four-in-one community space lots, with each of its states a completely different venue by a different simmer. If you want to keep it as a botanical garden, just leave it on the “community garden” state and you will have a fuller version with actual plants for your sims to tend (all flowers and tropical plants), spirit houses, and a picnic area—great if you’re playing as a botanist or a florist. If you’re some kind of vendor who doesn’t live at Ro Kaya Rockside and you want a more playable version of the night market, just set it to “marketplace” and now you’ll have easily editable stands at which to sell your wares. If you want a community center with tons to do, set it to “makerspace,” and if you’re looking for a non-rabbit-hole temple / Tomarani wedding venue, set it to “community space.”

In Koh Sahpa, I played around a bit with the new career and lifestyle possibilities unlocked by the new rental residential venue type. Three of the five lots out here are rental residentials, but none of the three are classic apartment buildings or townhouses like you’ll find in Morensong. One is a luxury hotel, where playing as the property owner means keeping the guests happy and the place in tip-top shape with very short leases and lots of rules. Another is a traditional family compound, where your “tenants” (or your “landlord,” depending on which household you’re playing) are actually your family members, and the point is to do lots of gathering and socializing in the common space, throw potlucks every night to represent big family dinners, and all pitch in to help when a maintenance or emergency event hits. In this “rental,” there are no rules and the leases are basically forever. The final “rental” is only marked as a rental residential to enable you to buy it as a second home—once you’ve purchased it, all you have to do is turn your own home into a rental residential and you can move between your two houses at will. In addition to these rental residentials, a straight-up vacation rental and a spa round out the primarily vacation-oriented neighborhood of Koh Sahpa.

Of course, this is a career-focused save, so a lot of the choices I made with Tomarang’s lots—like the ones described above—were career driven. But identifying careers for Tomarang was a bit tricky. For Rent certainly came with new ways to make money, a new part-time career, and several interesting gameplay features that fold particularly well into existing careers . . . but interestingly, none of these new features were particularly location-specific. You can be a landlord or a handyperson anywhere, and the same goes for blackmail or break-ins. So while I made many additions to the Career Chart as a result of this pack, none of these new career options are limited to Tomarang. Instead, Tomarang has joined the lists of especially good places to pursue several other pre-existing careers, like fisherman (I mean, those waters!).

That said, I did make Tomarang an especially great spot to pursue anything that jives well with vending your wares at the Night Market (and the many extensions to it I added), so being a freelance crafter, artist, food stall owner, fisherman, gardener, florist, jeweler, or anything else that consists primarily of making or collecting small items to sell will be particularly rewarding when playing in Tomarang. I had also listed a new ministry of labor career as a masseur back when the Spa Day refresh came out, but never had much of a dedicated space for it. Now, with Tomarang, I decided to lean into the well-regarded tradition of Thai massage by including three different venues of varying quality where your masseur sim can give commercial massage in this world: a seedy downmarket massage parlor on the Ro Kaya Rockside lot, a mid-tier venue at the historical spa in downtown Koh Sahpa, and an upscale open-air massage area at the four-star Tam Nang Sands Resort Hotel. Plus, there’s a private massage room in the colonial mansion, so if you’re playing as a massage therapist and someone moves in there, feel free to invite yourself over and charge them for private massage services.

On the subject of things at Ro Kaya Rockside being seedy, I chose the building I did for that lot because the builder, eenitmartini (Matinee on YouTube—go check her out!) made this absolutely fantastic criminal lair/hideout/underground nightclub as part of her building, so all credit to her for the fact that there is now an “Illegal Gambling Ring” club in this save file, hosted at Ro Kaya Rockside and open only to criminals, secret agents, and undercover cops. This means that, while not exclusive, Tomarang is also now an especially good place to be a criminal—which is great, because the For Rent pack enabled me to create a plethora of new specialties within the criminal career, including things like “B&E specialist” and “blackmailer” (see the Career Chart for details).

As usual, I have also used the T.O.O.L. mod to add extra activities to the open parts of the world—most notably, I added several extra stalls to the night market, so you can play there as a vendor. You’ll note that most of them do not have sales tables/food stalls at the front of the tent; this is because, as I was testing, I discovered that you can’t actually sell anything using these objects unless the game knows you own them, so you’ll have to bring your own and place it from your sim’s inventory for these spaces to be functional. There are two that are already complete: Alon Sadya’s food stall in the main part of the market, and Chánh Linh’s fish stall on the other side of the buildings, over near the public toilets. These stalls are completely functional for these individuals, but will not be for anyone else unless you have the owners remove those key objects so you can replace them with others that belong to your active household.

Townie Updates:

Vanesha Cahyaputri, poster child for the pack and model landlord, is now running a four-star hotel in Koh Sahpa! She has quite the job trying to keep her little sister from breaking into people’s hotel rooms to snoop, in addition to keeping the buffet table stocked with local delicacies, making drinks for guests and offering them massages when they emerge from their rooms, and of course keeping up with maintenance and bookings.

The extended members of the Linh-Sadya clan now live in a traditional Tomerani family compound that has allowed me to split them into three households instead of two. They routinely throw big potluck-style family dinners in their shared courtyard. The elder patriarchs have both retired from their more demanding careers and are now in relaxing part-time jobs that cater to their interests—namely, fisherman for Chánh (complete with functional night market food stall!) and handyperson for Arturo. Their elder daughter Liên and her husband Alon both work in Morensong, where Liên makes over sims at the salon at Ro Kaya Rockside and Alon runs a night market street grill. Auntie Thi is still a secret agent, but as part of her work she has now infiltrated an illegal gambling ring in Morensong and is trying to uncover secrets at their weekly poker night. She also adopted a new cat, Bub II, a toyger who is a smaller, more approachable version of the tigers that are Tomarang’s special animal. All members of the extended Linh family now know learnable recipes for Vietnamese and Selvadoradian dishes, reflecting their mixed heritage.

The Bun Ma family have established themselves as fixtures at Ro Kaya Rockside, Morensong’s shadier district. Bua runs a hole-in-the-wall noodle soup place, Nin gives massage at various locations around Tomarang, and Kasem runs the illegal gambling ring under the building that Thi has infiltrated—in between break-ins and expert hacking of various trust funds. Yes, you wouldn’t expect it from the sweet-faced young father of an adorable toddler, but that’s part of what makes him such an effective criminal.

But wait, there’s more! A few sims outside of Tomarang have also been updated:

Eliza Pancakes has become much more investigative since becoming a cop. Some people might even call her nosy. Kasem had better hope she never uncovers any of his secrets.

Katrina Caliente took the scads of money she has gotten from selling expensive Selvadoradian artifacts to museums, bought the other three condos in her building, knocked the whole building down, and built a modern desert villa for herself, her two daughters, her dog, and whatever boy toy she’s currently entertaining (still Don, at the moment). She was tired of sharing space, and there are more than enough apartments in Oasis Springs, anyway.

Geoffrey Landgraab got tired of playing secret agent and has returned to what he really always has been: an electric company mogul who owns and operates power plants around the worlds. It’s up to him to fill job vacancies in these plants by “hiring” onsite managers, keeping them happy, and handling maintenance on the plants. What is more, at the same time that he realized he was only fooling himself about the secret agent thing, he also realized he was only fooling himself about being family-oriented, because let’s face it: he disowned one of his sons, the other one is evil, and his wife is a criminal. Instead, he has decided to focus his love and attention outward to the world by re-branding himself as a generous philanthropist. He now regularly attends charity benefit parties, gives to online charities, says yes to anyone who calls him asking for a donation, volunteers his time, and will even go on sprees where he goes around just handing money to random sims on the street. Good thing he has so much that he could live off just investments for the rest of his life.

SimTube star Dustin Broke is running out of material. His jokes, memes, and dances have gotten a little dated. Over time, he has become—well—cringe.

Judith Ward has adopted a tiger (and given a boatload more money to the tiger sanctuary, besides!), as per her lore in the new pack. Her in-house handyman is also now in the actual handyperson career. It’s good to be the queen!

The university administrator who had Jade Rosa house-sitting for so long has returned from the family vacation she took to Tartosa to show her kids their father’s homeland. The family is now happily reinstalled in their big fancy Britechester home, back to work as Dean of Admissions and adjunct art professor, respectively, at the University of Britechester, and back to charging Jade rent for her basement apartment underneath their house. If you’re looking to play either of the advanced branches of the Education career, they are now an option.

The group of salarypersons I downloaded originally as unhoused NPCs in order to give Kado Akiyama some co-workers to do karaoke with have now moved into houses on his own street! While I left most units empty in the places I converted to rental residentials, I did feel kinda weird about leaving an entire street’s worth of stand-alone houses empty except for the Akiyama family—it was just a little too post-apocalyptic for my taste. So since I already had this Mt.Komorebi-based club, I figured I’d turn its other members into neighbors and integrate them into the community a little more.

For users of Frankk’s Language Barriers mod, which is a supported mod in this save file, I have updated the native languages of some previously-existing townies for the new inclusion of Tomaru. Before this pack came out, I used Komorebigo as the stand-in for all languages originating from Eastern Asia writ large—now, I have separated it out into Komorebigo for East Asian languages (not only Japanese but also Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, Mongolian, etc.) and Tomaru for Southeast Asian languages (Vietnamese, Thai, Tagalog, Malay, etc.). So now, for example, the Filipino sim Jules Rico, who shipped with the Eco Lifestyle expansion, is natively bilingual in Simlish and Tomaru (previously, I’d had him set as natively bilingual in Simlish and Komorebigo). So there have been a few alterations to townies like that. I hope to get to do more updates like this in the future as the Sims team diversifies the worlds on offer and Frankk—who absolutely makes my game with this beautiful mod—continues to expand the language offerings of the Sims universe.

Other stuff that has changed:

I took that excellent new object that looks like a “for sale” sign and stuck it outside every unoccupied house in this save file. I just thought it was a nice touch.

While I was working on this update, I saw a YouTube video that reminded me what a great object the photo booth from High School Years was, and realized I was under-utilizing it. I have now gone back and scattered several more of these around, ensuring that each world has at least one photo booth somewhere. Thanks, lilsimsie!

Pressure cookers and kettles have been strategically added in places where I thought they were needed.

A few of the more run-down houses have the new “maintenance” lot challenge—and some have mold, as well!

I realized there was nowhere to get nectar in Tartosa (a serious oversight), so I scattered a bunch of bottles around the public areas of the large piazza that is the local rental residential in Porto Luminoso. They are just debug bottles and nothing special—for that, you’re going to have to help Hugo Villareal restart Tartosa’s defunct nectar-making business. I’m sure his bottles will be better than the debug ones.

All this updating took me into spring, so seasonal lots (including prom!) have been updated.

That’s it for this update! When you don’t randomly get the corruption bug, it’s actually quite enjoyable. I had a ton of fun doing all the building conversions and playtesting, and I hope you’ll have fun playing, too!

Download now: Career World For Rent update

#career world #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 save file #the sims 4 save file #ts4 save file #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 for rent #sims 4 for rent #ts4 for rent

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mythica0 · 1 year

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Smile~

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫:Donnie

Summary: Leo has been grumpy and serious since the incident. Donnie misses his twin, and decides to use his own tactics against him.

A/N: WOOHOO IM ACTUALLY WRITING! to all the people who have given me requests, I am SO sorry but I just can’t do it. Everytime I try I get all blocked up. I’m probably gonna end up clearing out my inbox, and again I am SO SORRY you never got your stories! But, moving past this long ass A/N, enjoy! (P.S this is post-movie!)

TW: a swear.(also, I shouldn’t even have to say this and I won’t all the time but just in case-THIS IS ALL BROTHERLY LOVE. TC*ST CAN FUCK OFF. YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE.)

Smile~

Leo was the leader now. It was… weird, to say the least.

After the whole…incident, Leo started taking his role as leader much more seriously. Too seriously.

“That’s great!” You say, “it means he’s doing his job!”

How wrong you are, reader. I mean, he is doing his job, but that’s not what the problem is here.

Leo stopped being himself.

No more jokes, no more one-liners, no more dramatic flare, no more face man. It was all gone.

Leo stopped being fun to hang out with, and as much as Donnie pretended to hate his little twin’s personality…. He missed it.

He missed seeing Leo smile at his own dum-dum jokes. He missed hearing his twins laugh.

He was going to do something about it. What? Well, that’s easy. Remember all those times where Leo would tickle Donnie to make him smile, saying such things as “you need to smile more!” Well…. Donnie thinks it’s time for Leo to receive the same treatment.

The slider was in his room, training, and, although he wouldn’t tell anyone, sulking.

He felt so bad. About everything. About the Kraang, about his family getting hurt, about life.

Just as he swung another punch at the make-shift punching bag he made out of scrap paper and a pillow case, he heard a knock on his bedroom/subway cart door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Donnie. Can I come in?”

Leo shrugged, although he knew DonTon couldn’t see it. “I don’t see why not.”

The door to his room slid open, light from the main area spilling in to the dully-lit room.

Leo stopped training and sat on his floor, sinking down slowly to the ground off the side of his bed and patting the area next to him, asking, “So, what did you need, Don?” As Donnie came and sat down.

“I just wanted to talk to you, Nardo.” Donnie said in an emotional tone.

Leo’s non-existent brows shot up in surprise. “Uh, why? Did I do something wrong?” Leo responded, completely serious and worried that he might’ve messed up despite his efforts.

“No, not really, but that. That right there, is the problem.”

“I- I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mea-“

“This!” Donnie cut Leo off, standing up and gesturing at his twin. “This whole serious and grumpiness you’ve gained!” Donnie’s voice quieted and lost intensity as he continued, voice starting to break with held-back tears.

“I miss you, Leo. I don’t want to talk to this fake version of yourself, I want to talk to you.”

The softshell took a deep breath, changing his tone almost immediately, not giving Leo a chance to respond. (Not that he would’ve been able to anyway. He was kind of speechless.)

“And I figured out a way to fix that.” Donnie grabbed Leo’s hand and pulled him up off the floor, all but tossing him onto the bed and straddling him.

Leo gave noises of confusion the whole time, sputtering slightly, finally spitting out a “wh-what?” As he was pinned.

Donnie quickly gained a smirk and teasing tone as he looked down on his pinned twin. “Oh it’s nothing, Nardo~. I do have one word for you though~.”

Leo’s eyes grew slightly panicked. “Wh-what is it?” He stammered out.

“Smile~” Donnie finished with a sing-song, starting to scratch lightly as his brothers ribs and sides.

Leo didn’t fight him off, thankfully. Physically or mentally, as he burst into giggles immediately.

“Wahahahait-Dohohon- nohohoho!”

Leo’s laughter was music to the softshell’s ears, oh how he had missed the sound.

“Yehes~.” He chuckled out, infected by Leo’s contagious laughter.

“Whihihy ahare yohou dohihing thihihis!” Leo protested, although he didn’t seem to be trying all that hard to get away.

“Simple. I wanted to see you smile. It has been far to long! And you constantly tell me to smile more, how hypocritical.” Donnie spoke dramatically, shaking his head and making ‘tsk’ing sounds.

He pulled up Nardo’s arms with his battle shell, leaving the slider open to ‘attack’. Then Donnie quickly dug his fingers under Leo’s arms, causing him to shout out in much louder cackles, “HEHEY- wahahahit NoHOT THeherE!”

“Oh~ would you rather I do this~?” Donnie gave no further clarification before moving his head down and blowing the biggest raspberry he could muster right into the center of Leo’s plastron, after which he started nibbling the same area.

Leo absolutely screamed. “NOHOHO- DOHOHONNIEE! STAHAHAHAP!” He shouted, although he wasn’t really all that serious about it. He didn’t really mind being wrecked to pieces, which is exactly what was happening.

But-‘holy mother of god that tickles so fucking bad!’ Was the only though running through Leo’s head. Of course he was going to protest.

“Hmm~ Let me think about it~ ,” he started in fake pondering, finishing with a deadpan, “No.” that sent Leo into further laughter.

Donnie smiled genuinely. He missed this so much. Not just the tickling, no, but Leo being, well, Leo.

He missed seeing his twin so happy, so full of smiles and laughs. He missed the playful back and forth moments the two shared.

All he was waiting for was for Leo to make some sort of stupid or snarky remark. That’s all he needed to complete his mission.

Donnie returned to nibbling at Leo’s tummy area, at the same time digging into his ribs.

Leo had stopped responding, for the most part. He just lie there and laugh. And laugh. And then laugh some more. All with a wide grin and closed shut eyes.

Once Donnie realized that Leo was probably laughing too much to give a flippant remark right now, he slowed down his pace to just light tracing over his plastron and sides.

Leo’s loud cackles dissolved into giggles once more, still giggling but taking in as much oxygen as he could.

“You done yet~” Donnie teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Yehehah. Jeheheez Dohon, whahat pohossehessed yohou toho doho thahat?”

Aaand- there it was! The remark we were looking for! Hurrah.

Donnie just smiled and stopped his tracing, allowing Leo to let out leftover laughter and wipe the forming happy tears from his eyes.

“I wanted to see you smile. And laugh. And just - be you. I haven’t seen it in forever, it’s good to have you back. I missed you, Y’know.”

Donnie’s smile had dropped as he gained a more serious tone.

Leo smirked his infamous smirk at that. “Well, well, well~ who needs to smile now~”

“Wait- Leo- No!”

“C’mere Donnie! Smile~!”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle #lee!leo #ler!donnie

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unicyclehippo · 2 years

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if you're still taking one word prompts: grasping

obviously this is spoilers for 3-34

she reaches out again. the emptiness is as jarring as it was the first time—like - like - fuck. it's not like anything else, it's not like an extra stair in the dark, it's not like her knife missing from its holster, it's not like someone moving something and her reaching for it and missing, it's not a prank, it's not a dream, not a nightmare - it's her best friend and she's gone and she can't hear her.

'where do we -'

'my room.' he hesitates. 'my room.'

he nods. readjusts her—laudna—in his arms and trudges below deck.

the captain watches, perturbed. from their place at the wheel, they call, 'we have a hold, you know. maybe put it there? kind of weird to sleep with a dead person in your room. not hygienic either.'

imogen clenches her hands into fists, clenches her jaw, clenches her eyes shut tight. pain spikes up the back of her head and power growls from where it gathers beneath her sternum, splinters down the tender lines of her arms. she shoots a vicious look over to the captain.

'just get us home,' she snarls, and hurries after ashton.

he blocks the doorway. 'there's room with me and letters—'

'what? are you kidding me?'

'just - if you need to talk -'

'you're joking. i'm not leaving her.'

something scatters over ashton's expression. she might know what it was, if she was looking at their face but she's not—she's trying to peek over their shoulder to where laudna has been laid down. soft yellow cloaks take up most of the thin bunk.

'imogen, can you look at me?' ashton crouches a little, puts himself eye to eye with her. 'we're gonna do whatever it fucking takes, i fucking swear to you we will bring her back. but - but maybe, fuck, maybe you don't need to—'

'i. am not. leaving her.'

they stop. nod. 'alright. yeah.' their eyes, their hair catch the light that spills from the deck prism. she sees endless fractals in their broken eye - fractals and a sadness much softer than can be held in crystal lines. 'can i give you a hug?'

imogen freezes. stares at the scrap of yellow she can make out past them. 'no,' she rasps. 'please, no - i can't -'

ashton just nods. scratches at their cheek, stone on stone. 'we'll bring you dinner.'

they leave, she assumes. she doesn't watch it happen, pushing past them and deeper into the room. the walls are blank and the room empty—a chest bolted to the floor in the corner, a narrow bed, a tiny desk beneath a porthole window. the room is empty, it's empty, it's empty. there's a yellow bundle on the bed but there's no mind in her and imogen's mind spills out and out and out—

—should talk to her - check on her tonight. fcg might do that better than me, i'll send him over—

—fllying is fucking awesome, wonder if she'll let me do that again—

—he's alive he's alive he's okay i brought him back he's okay he's okay—

imogen cries out, wrenches her mind out of fearne's. her eyes sting, red and swollen from what feels like endless tears already this morning; her skin feels tight, dry, and she's sure there's no tears left but more somehow leak out anyway.

'laudna?' her voice wavers. her fingers shake as she unwraps the cloth, revealing laudna's head. 'laudna? are you - are you here?'

there is no reply. imogen nods, readjusts. she sits with her back against the wall, and laudna's head in her lap.

'it's safe,' imogen tells her softly, stroking her hair back and working at the tangles, dirt and clumps of red. 'we're all safe. if you - if you wanna wake up now, you can. i'll keep you safe, i promise, it's just you and me. can you open your eyes? laudna? l-laudna? it's just us, you can w-wake up now.' she brushes her thumb across the sharp cut of her cheekbones; dirt and sweat comes away beneath her ministrations. 'wake up now. wake up now, laudna. wake up,' she begs.

her fingers slip, cradle the back of laudna's head as she bends over her, lips against her forehead as she whispers.

'wake up, laudna. please?'

she pulls back but her eyelids remain closed beneath copper coins.

'i'm sorry, i'm so sorry. i need you to wake up, please? i need you to w-wake up so i can say it to you properly, laud, i need you to come back to me. please, laudna. please. i know you've done it before, you can do it again, please.'

tears stick her eyelashes together. she swipes at her eyes, wincing at the sting of salt across her tender eyes.

she works for a long time. finally, laudna's hair is shiny and clean and free of knots. her legs buzz with pins and needles. eventually, they go numb under the deadweight of laudna's head. finally, imogen says,

'i'm so sorry.' sitting back, leaning back against the wall, her head thunks back against the wood. she breathes out, squints out the window at the purpling dusk sky. 'i'm sorry. this is all my fault. i told them - i told them you'd done it before. she picked you because of - of me, of what she saw in my head - and i told them you'd come back and they chose orym and that's all because of me.'

birds wheel across the sky, pinpricks of black against the sinking sun.

'i should've made her pick you. i should've. i wish i’d made her pick you.’

there's a knock at their door that evening. the sun is no more than a gasp of dying light on the horizon.

'imogen?'

she waits. her body feels heavy; it takes every bit of energy she has left to even let her head drop, eyes drifting over to the door.

'can i come in?'

orym.

her stomach burns—a sick, twisting rage like a ball of acid, flecked with relief but the relief is tainted too because all she can think - now that she's had a moment to think - is why him? why not laudna?

'no,' she croaks. 'please, no.'

there's a dull thunk as he lays his hand or his head against the door. a shaky exhale - his or her own, she isn't sure - and then,

'okay. do you want me to send someone else?'

'no.' she starts to cry again. 'i just want laudna.'

he has no answer for that. 'i'll leave your dinner here. you should eat something. please eat something.'

his footsteps echo as he leaves. imogen closes her eyes. strokes her fingers against laudna's temple and tries again to reach out. there's nothing there.

#critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #tagging my stories #prompt fill #imodna #imodna my beloveds

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sophisticatedyet · 15 days

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if anyone's having a bad day, let me run you through what just happened to me. (content warning for rotten food.)

so, it's 1pm and I'm experiencing a wave of work-related procrastination that's enabling me to get chores done around the house, like empty the food waste bin in the kitchen into the bigger bin outside.

because it's been about a week since I last took the bins out, the food at the bottom has been in there long enough to rot causing the compostable bag its in to also start decomposing. no biggie, it happens: I grab another compostable bag, tip the bin on its head to avoid touching the icky rotting food, chuck a couple of very old bananas from the fruit bowl on the top, tie it off, and throw it in the outside food bin. great job me!

a little while later, I go to reassemble the kitchen bin and the lid's... not... there? it's not anywhere in the kitchen? the answer to the mystery where this lid has gone immediately presents itself to me, but I reject it and do another look, until I can't deny the obvious, and go check the outside bin.

to set the scene: it's a really nice, sunny day today. it feels like the first proper day of spring we've had all year. wildlife abounds: there are butterflies feeding on the cherry blossoms, the fish in the pond have come out for the first time since autumn. the bin is made of brown plastic that's warmed nicely in the afternoon rays. there's a little cloud of flies buzzing around me as I approach.

I open the bin and there, straining against the bags, is a corner of the lid.

there's nothing for it at this point, I'm not buying a whole new food bin because of my stupidity, so I rip open the first bag, BUT remember how I cleverly double-bagged the waste to avoid having to touch icky food? oh-hoho. I hate myself.

but fine. whatever. I rip open the next layer, like I'm playing the world's worst game of pass the parcel. this layer has been marinating in bin juices long enough to revert to a texture that's difficult to describe, but it's how I imagine an organ feels to the touch: slippery and wet and hot. at least it falls apart quite easily (along with my mental state).

I grab what I can of the lid and try to pull it out, but it only slides a few centimetres before jamming to a halt on the three rotting bananas that I added to the pile at the last moment. I try to wiggle them out the way but they aren't budging so I pinch one between my thumb and index finger. It's old enough that the skin slides away immediately, and my fingers sink into the meat of the banana. THIS is an easier texture to describe: it feels like warm snot. (I am reflexively crying at this point.) still, now that the skin it out the way, I can force the lid through the mucus. i have to repeat this process two more times before finally, the lid is free. (there's something on my finger, and I genuinely don't know if it's a grain of rice or a maggot.)

the saga's not entirely done, though, because the refuse collectors in my area don't take your food waste if it's not bagged, and I now have a bin full of scraps of plastic and a heap of rotten food. I use some egg shells to scoop up what i can and throw them into the gaping hole at the top of the bag and then it's I'm done.

obviously, I immediately run inside and start scrubbing my hands. something weird is happening, though: there are these spot of brown-and-yellow that just. won't. come. off. it's literally like I've super-glued rotting food to my hands?????

...I turn to look at the table.

...at the superglue I had been using thirty minutes earlier to fix a clasp on a broken box.

i am beyond tears at this point: the whole situation has gone past through horrifying into an absurdity so profound I must be dreaming.

I eventually scratch off the super-glued rotten food from my fingers (I don't know how long it takes me because I have detached myself from reality) and then wash my hands another hundred times before finally sitting back down at my computer because it's 2pm and a work day. I read half an email, before I'm interrupted by a strange noise that sounds like a gentle trickle of water. I turn around and my cat is in her litter box, butt positioned just on the edge, pissing directly onto the floor.

#i was just going to tell the groupchat but i decided it was so vile i had to inflict it on as many people as possible #when i promise you not a SINGLE bit of this is exaggerated #this is a factual retelling #long post #cw: rotting food

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