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honeybeewhereartthee · 1 year

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Crystal Hearts:

PART 01: A Distance Dream

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This is Prequel of the crystal heart au. Long before the first Regression/ turn and the loops ever began.

When this alternative world is yet to enter the endless loop. Do you think everything is simple as it is?

»»————-　DATA #0000: MEETING　————-««

The moment the young light fae, Aira Shiratori come stumbling upon the sleeping fae inside the forbidden forest, being possess by another self and reaching out to help out. His memories and the dreaming doll somehow linked for a moment. But of course, not all is shared.

But as he held the cold hands you have, as the two of you hurried to leave the place that imprisoned you for how long. He was happy, he don't understand why, be don't understand why he felt he knew you before he did. He called you the name "MC" someone who's very important to him. Someone that suddenly disappear out of the blue.

Because of someone wish. But as he held your hand, he don't know you. But he swear he won't make the same mistakes as that phantom did. Because you now his friend, his your friend, your first friend too (finally his chance have come)

"MC~ your so cute as a little blob." Aira heard himself says as he hugged you, sharing his warmth to your cold form. You two stopped under the tree as the rain began to pour. "You almost get killed. Well at least you almost killed Aira Shiratori's body, your occupying." He heard you mumble, you acted way different from what age you look like, in his mind.

You and him should be the same age, yet when he heard you worry about him, he can't help but smile. "It's so nice to hear you worry about me. But I don't think I ever killed another me for occupying for a bit... " He mumble as he look at the rain outside.

"I'm more... Worried about mc situation... " In his mind a memory of a family person yet they don't seems the same, similar but different. They were smiling while holding someone with long purple hair as 'Aira' the doll could only smile as he watch from a far, but the image change the owner of the doll Aira only come home as soul, held by someone blue.

everyone was devastated. A feeling grow deep within a certain doll, it was there before but it takes root, he wonder... He wonder if it was him, would he too make the same mistake? Would his greed would make him wish for a world of what if.

The young light fae felt pain in his chest, it hurts so much but he can't scream. It felt like his only a voice in the back of his own body. Yet he can't do anything. He could only pain.

"Stop that. You should know. Faes are very sensitive about stuff. Especially the 'you' of this world. Each negative emotions you felt would be more painful for him... " You point out. " O-oh? S-sorry... Huhuhu... I'm sorry mc... I don't mean too .."

" It's 'my' fault. So it's fine." You reach out to wipe his tears away. That very moment the pain disappear. The young fae can finally breath. "Ah. Noir." You mumble as you reach out to his chest holding something he cannot see.

"It would be 'fine' since it's not 'you' totally. I will take away your noir heart... So if you wake up in 'your' 'reality' you won't be sad..." As you spoke those words the dreamer slowly waken up from his dream, leaving you two.

The light fae slowly gain control of his own body. Giving a soft kiss to his forehead, for him to not remember about the event that just occur to bother his days.

"Aira Shiratori." You called out his name. "That's your name right?" While holding a Crystalized heart on your hand. "H-huh.. y-YES?" He felt his cheeks warm up as he never have been this close distance with someone before.

"Ah... Sorry." You realize that his probably not use to the distance and was about to let go of him. "E-eh... Oh..." He seems sad to not be hugged anymore. "..." You saw it and hugged him, he squeak and blushes.

"I don't understand some stuff..." You mumble, not knowing what to do. "I... I don't anything either.. ahaha..." He felt embarrassed by that too but he hugs you back as the rain pour colder outside.

"Aira Shiratori... Why did you enter this place." You mumble while looking at the noir heart.

" I-i... " The young light fae suddenly remember about the bet. The fact he wasn't that brave and covered with fear, but he wanted to have friends once he prove it. " Wanted friends... " He mumble. He felt so devastated that no one wanted to befriend him, they think he look weird because he look like a foreigner and just because he come late and everyone already have their own group and won't accept a new kid.

"... Then I'll be your friend. Since I'm awake now, there's no point of going back to sleep." You pat his head. "REALLY? I-I... IM SO HAPPY!" He giggle and felt so warm despite the cold weather. Hearing his laughter, you finally smiled. " eHehe. Finally I have a friend..." His happiness can't be controlled, his smiled seems to be permanent on his face.

"Your the first one to be happy to meet me... To cry for me... I'm glad to be awaken by you." You mumble. 'well... They are both Aira Shiratori.' you thought.

Hearing what you say, remembering how you acted since earlier. "... I don't wanna be rude but your too adult like... I felt I'm the childish one..." He felt tears start to build up as he realize he might sound very rude for calling you out. "SORRY! PLS DONT GET MAD. I--" would you not be his friend anymore?' tears start to fall from his emerald eyes.

You look at him before you giggle. Your face brighten and your eyes show life.

"Ai ~ I won't ever get mad at you~ " you start to pet his head again to comfort him. "H-huh..

W-what... D-did you just..." He was so shook when you suddenly act different! "N-NO YOU DONT NEED TO CHANGE OR ANYTHING! HUHU... D-dont fake it.." he felt so bad.

You smile hopelessly as you wipe his tears away. "I only sound formal since I thought people don't want to be casually talk too." You honestly says. You watch the world through dreaming. Some people dislike being casually talk too, but if was you. You would act your favorite actor.

" N-no way. Nowayyouprobaly adjusting cause of meeee...."

" Ahhh.. don't cry! Don't cry! " You nervously wipe his tears away. " Ai~ pls don't cry! What if... What if I do a magic trick!" Even through your a fae, a magic trick would make one forget tears!

"M-magic trick...? *Hic."

"I will magically summon a bird!" You tried remembering what that certain amazing person do in your dream. "1... 2... 3.... AMAZING!" You held his hand and out over a huge leaf from beside you two as a fabric for magic.

When you removed the leaf, instead of a dove or bird. The two of you stared at the small fluffy creature with (color) eyes back at you two.

".... S-sorry." You felt shame that you cannot follow the trick the clown did. Your unable to meet aira eyes as you fidget.

"Uwahhh! A bunny!" Aira beam at the sight of the rabbit. You saw it and can't help but smile. " Ehehe. I'm the number fan of the worlds greatest actor. (◕દ◕)! I totally did not f-failed..." You look down as you said you last word.

"W-wait-- do you mean wataru hibiki? *GASP. H-HOW DID YOU KNOW HIM. IF YOUR SLEEPING ALL THIS TIME?" the light fae cannot believe this. He hugs the docile and huggable bunny who hide it's tail. And snuggle with him.

"Astral dreaming (◕દ◕) huehueh. I am his first fan!" You proudly says. " That attend spiritually... One day I'll watch him face to face. " Your now awake and you habe plans already. Be friends with aira for life and watch wataru hibiki performance!

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(if want to be tagged pls comment or Send mail) Tag List : @valeriele3 @yinenovica

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #enstar #aira shiratori x reader #kohaku oukawa x reader #Crystal Hearts AU #Crystal Hearts AU: A Distance Dream

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nellynee · 2 years

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Trollstopia blindblogging: episode 3a- Bring it in

Putting end thought at the top from now on for ease but I’m really proud of this show. I expected the same message but they pulled it out way less mean spirited than I had anticipated. Which is the sort of thing we need towards this message of Cultural exploration these days.

Also this Episode is hilarious, the song is peppy and fun (if not outstanding) and its just a really good time. Legit 4/5. While you should watch the Pilot for lore reasons, trolls is the kind of series you can skip some episodes and still be comfortable. I’d give this one a genuine watch recommendation if you are making a short list.

I’m avoiding the descriptions on this, but between the music on the title card and the title itself, it’s hugs and classical trolls, calling it now.

Something I’m finding moderately immersion breaking is these sadly small crowds we are seeing for large events. I know animation costs money buy at least vague colored blobs in the background as a suggestion of massive crowds would be nice. It was really kind of sad in Kick Off Party. In this case I either have to assume that 1, the huge crowds of trolls we saw in the pilot arriving have trickled off to a sad few or 2. Poppy is doing a long series of smaller meetings to be more personal with the trolls, and she’s going to be doing these things on repeat all day. I’m gong to assume the second.

“Twelve seconds! Forget the orderly line, form a chaotic mob!” What I saw of TBGO made me love Smidge. She’s just absolutly the best. Such sass, such chaos, so freaking cute

The Country Troll’s watch is a pocket watch that’s so freaking cute!

oh my god they hugged with their front hooves

ok wait I just found an animation error. The female troll pre and post announcing hug time are different trolls. The first was a bob cut and white hat with yellow skin and blue hair. the second had a brown hat and pigtails with the ends tied up and much lighter toned hair and purple skin. I only noticed because I thought their hats switched when they threw them in the air (they did) but they totally just switched a model half way through a scene!

The Funk watches glow and they hug with their necks that amazing

Classical Trolls looking uncomfortable? called it

Ok but really thinking about this the hug watches and hourly hugs are canonically a Pop Troll invention to celebrate their liberation from the Bergens (don’t get me started on pop culture trauma responses and how unhealthy their happy culture is or I won’t stop) so I’m wondering if the group is small because these are all the Trolls who heard about Pop Hug Time is whole ham for it and now looking at how excited they are this is genuinely cute AF

Ok Poppy and Smidge hug walking is super cute too like. Smidge being Poppy’s BFF is one of those things from TBGO that I really appreciate.

OK they gasped so long they passed out I got gasp just listening to them actually laughed.

but oh yeah called it. Victorian values. no touchy

OMG THEY BOW

Ok. OK. real talk here. About my personal headcanons. And that is. NONE OF THE CUTAWAYS ARE REAL. none. across the whole franchise. this is a very good example. We know how Troll babies work. And yet the image presented for the Classical birth is very reminiscent of human hospital births. I very truly believe that the cutaways, which are never referenced by the Trolls themselves (like “I remember the time you did such and such”) are symbolic shorthand for the audience’s benefit only. This also applies to flashbacks as described by a character, as I believe that is the impression the character had of that time and not a reflection of reality (the most prominent example I give of this is Cooper telling the story of how he was lost. I firmly believe the visuals were symbolic in nature and not literal for that sequence)

“Meyeh I have a huguh?”

Excuse Dante a moment he just had an experience

oh wait nevermind

But oh my god he’s such an asshole he’s doing this to her on purpose

ok like this took me some thinking because I tend to mindlessly respond to what I watch and then have to percolate on it so this is a response I inserted in after taking a break for a night because bed time but... he really is doing it on purpose. This is exactly what I mean by Poppy is just “a tiny bit racist and that doesn’t mix well with her “I know best” attitude.” Because she just insulted the hell out of the Classical Trolls as a whole. “We bow to express these same feelings instead” “um ok but do you have anything else for like, when you actually want to express these feelings but like.... more?” “We Bow.” Like The Classical Trolls aren’t missing out on anything they are just curious about this custom most of the other Trolls engage with way to just insult Dante’s entire culture directly to his face Poppy she really deserves his response.

“LACKLUSTER!” Absolute face of delight as she screams

ok that was a perfectly cut scream

OK I love the giant lotus town in the sky

Just realizing though the last was rock, this is classical. Hard bet we get a techno, country, and fun epi before they start mixing it up. Hard bet because it’s a sure win

OK I’ve seen her around but haven’t caught the name. Minuet huh? the little shoulder waggle got me.

“In what language would you like me to answer that? I speak seven...teen...thousand! Actually no I got carried away there it’s seventeen” MAN Trollstopia really hitting it out of the park with their OC’s. I kinda love her. I might actually care about Classical trolls a bit. Amazing.

On that note, what languages does she speak? We do hear Korean and Spanish in WT but only in song and not spoken form and everyone seams to speak the same language. Is she capable of singing other genres naturally, or does she know the languages of non troll species?

“Raise your right arm. Raise your right arm. Raise your right arm. Your right arm not your leg.” I don’t know who writes this shit its funny as hell and whoever the voice director is is putting in some fucking work this is so funny

Yup theory is these little shits are doing this on purpose to Troll Poppy and I will accept no different no matter how the episode ends and the Classical Trolls are funny now

Fuckin SLAM that piano down

no wait its a HARPSICORD

“PAINFUL? UNCOMFORTABLE? THIRD ADJECTIVE?!”

of course it’s uncomfortable they are doing this on purpose! (I hope)

OK look this episode is legit hilarious

another perfectly cut scream

Classical trolls are legit terrifying though

“PAINFUL? UNCOMFORTABLE? THIRD ADJECTIVE?!”

ok so I Kinda half called it.

Noting for myself, that bowing for Classical Trolls fits my reproductive and cultural headcanon’s I made.

#dreamworks trolls #trollstopia #Dante Crescendo #Minuet Sonata #liveblogging

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sasa-slayer · 3 years

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Obey me! Brothers x Bipolar! Gn! reader Headcanons

In honor of mental illness awareness month, here are the obey me boys with a bipolar reader! I am a person with Ultradian rapid cycling bipolar condition, and the thought of these demon boys understanding and helping me through my struggles turns me into a happy blob.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of eating disorders, mental illness, self-harm, suicidal thoughts and, and sexual content, though not explicit.

Lucifer:

Helps in the most subtle way out of all the brothers. You won’t even notice unless if you pay close attention, and even then, you don’t see all he does for you.

Spreads out your schoolwork to fit your moods. If you are in a productive mood he might give you a little more to make up for the days where you don't feel good and he lessens your load.

Controls your sugar intake. You might think he’s just being a strict father figure, but sugar can be addictive and make your emotional state more unstable.

So in reality he is looking out for you, he just isn't the best at doing so without looking like the bad guy.

Gives you small gifts to brighten your day. They range anywhere from a key chain to a devildom rose.

Compliments you a lot, though often subtly, and means every single word he says.

Is always surprisingly patient and understanding of your mood swings and will calmly listen and talk to you through it all.

If he sees any scars from cutting, he’ll feel a blow to his pride, though he’ll immediately shake away those thoughts because this isn’t about him.

He’ll confront you about it but won’t pressure you to tell him anything. He tells you it's not something to be ashamed of, it's proof that you survived, and are fighting to live.

He’ll make sure you stop though and comes up with plenty of ways for you to release stress and feel alive without hurting yourself.

Such as singing, sports, art, and playing games with him and his brothers.

Mammon:

Honestly, when your with Mammon you usually end up buying a lot of things on impulse, and he doesn’t try to stop you; however, he always makes sure to help you feel good about your purchase.

Like it’s already done over with, so he’ll make sure you don’t lose any sleep over it, but if it still bugs you, he’s more than willing to pick up a part-time job with you to help you earn back the money you spent.

Experiencing mania and can’t seem to shut up? Never bothers him. He listens and hangs on to your every word with a love-struck look on his face.

Don’t feel like talking? That's alright, he’ll talk twice as much and ramble on about random things while slipping in a few comments about how amazing you are.

Plus he’ll never get angry at you for zoning out while he was talking, he’ll simply repeat what he said; but if you still aren't paying attention, he’ll just stop, grab your hand and smile at you as you both stare at each other in silence.

He is someone who rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

If you ever mention your suicidal thoughts, this boy will instantly panic in the best way possible.

Like he freaks at first, but immediately calms down because he knows how hard it is to open up about such a vulnerable topic.

He’ll listen to everything you say and makes sure you know you can always come to him to talk about these things and how your life is very precious.

Not just to him, but it is precious in itself.

Levithan:

Games with you if you had a stressful day.

You’ll come home and he has prepare junk food and snacks to fit your tastes and cravings, sets up an anime or two, and has your favorite game already on the loading screen.

You both stay up late ranting and getting deep in conversation as you play away at your favorite video games.

He never gets mad at you for raging, even if you squeeze a controller a little too tightly for his liking because he knows he can always replace a controller, but can’t replace the good relationship you have with each other.

He used to get mad about this, but he’s super patient and lenient about it now, and just tries his best to calm you down.

Finds animes with protagonists that have, struggle with, and overcome mental illnesses, or animes with uplifting plots in general; because let’s be honest, animes can help inspire and comfort you.

Makes sure to tell you the possible triggers in things he wants to watch with you and makes sure you’re comfortable with the contents.

Even if you said a trigger didn’t bother you in the past, he’ll still ask because he knows you might not want to watch something with that trigger depending on your mood.

Buys a bunch of plushies, crystals, and fidget toys to help ground you and have something to absent-mindedly play with as you do everyday things.

Satan:

This man respects you so much. He knows how hard it is to control his wrath and he can’t believe you have to control all of your emotions!

He thinks you’re so strong, even when you don’t feel like it, and he admires you for it.

Makes tea and reads to you to help ground and calm you.

Stressed out? Bam! Kava, or Mint tea.

Having trouble sleeping? Bam! Lavender tea.

Having a lot of anxiety and/or all of the above? Bam! Chamomile tea.

Sits and chills with you in his room.

The calm, yet the chaotic atmosphere in his room is just so comforting to be in whenever you’re feeling stressed out.

He takes you bowling to help you release your anger.

There’s just something about throwing a heavy metal ball with all your might that helps release that intense rage.

Makes a conscious effort to never yell at you; because he knows it will (A) aggravate you until you start yelling back at him, (B) make you sad and scared as you tremble, or (C), possibly his least favorite, make you turn indifferent and zone out.

If something does happen and he accidentally raises his voice, he leaves and comes back and apologizes as soon as he has calm down.

Meditates with you regularly, especially before bed. Teaches you breathing techniques, and walks you through them when you are stressed.

Never leaves you alone too long during a depressive episode, because he knows how evil the mind can be and how convincing its lies can sound.

He’ll make sure you never listen to the stupid voice in your head that says your “undeserving”, or “a waste of space”, and other ridiculous lies.

Asmodeous:

Self-care queen.

Feel bad or self-conscious? Be ready to be pampered. You’ll be taking a relaxing bath, be lathered in your favorite scented lotion, and afterward, he’ll do your hair (if you have any that’s long enough to comb/brush), nails, makeup, as he tells you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.

Always reminds you that the makeup and products he puts on you are just to have fun and enhance the beauty you already have.

Feeling so stressed and overwhelmed you don’t get up out of bed? He’ll do everything to help you. He’ll pick out your outfit, do your hair, wash your face, literally anything that won’t chip his nails.

He’ll not only pick out your outfits based on how good they look but also what will help you feel comfortable in your current mood.

Feeling ugly? He’ll pick clothes that compliment your body type and help you feel confident.

Feeling hot and sexy? He’ll want you to enjoy those good feelings to the fullest, and put together a sharp-looking outfit to fit your style.

Feeling anxious and have a habit of fidgeting? He’ll pick a long sleeve or some gloves so you don’t scratch your wrists, a metal necklace to fiddle with, and some rings to twist and turn.

When you came to him the first time while having a sexual impulse, he was super excited but refused because he noticed you were acting unusual.

He asked about it later and you explained how you sometimes had sexual impulses due to your mental condition.

He immediately asked you what you were comfortable with, and if you were okay with him helping you out during those impulses.

If you said yes, then you better believe you got every single one of your sexual, and affection desires in general, filled.

If you said no, he will respect your decision and promise to never cross your boundaries, but still will always be there for you.

Beelzebub:

This demon makes sure you never overeat or undereat when stressed because he knows how much it’ll upset you later.

At first, he thought it was cute when he saw you come back from RAD and immediately eat a bunch of junk food, but then the next day he saw how much you beat yourself up for it.

He doesn't understand why since the food didn't change anything, much less your beauty, but he doesn't question it too much.

When he sees you stress eating, he’ll let you have a few bites, before he swoops in and finishes all your food.

If you get upset, he’ll pick you up and carry you to your room to cuddle and watch movies. He doesn't like upsetting you, but he knows he has to so you don’t regret your decisions tomorrow.

if you tend to under-eat. This guy will do everything in his power to get you to eat.

He’ll say affirming words to convince you to eat and offer to get/make you anything you want.

He makes sure you eat, even if it's just something small, and hydrate regularly, and rewards you with cuddles and head pats when you do.

Loves to work out with you.

Manic episode? Okay, use that energy and rush to work out and hang with him.

Depressive episode? He’ll take you to work out since he knows working out can make you feel better.

If you don't want to go, he won’t make you and will stay behind to hang out and do whatever you feel like doing; including doing nothing.

Gives the best massages after a stressful day, or any time at all.

Is hesitant to give you massages because he is scared to hurt you, but he never does because he is extra gentle.

Like so gentle it should be impossible with how strong of a demon he is.

Belphegor:

Believe it or not, Belphie is the one who helps you with your sleep cycle.

If you have trouble sleeping at night, then he’ll drag you to the comfort of the attic, surround you with blankets and pillows, and cuddle into you in hopes that he, the literal Avatar of Sloth, can put you to sleep.

If this doesn’t work then he will lay his head in your lap and listen to you talk about whatever you want to, and if you don't want to talk, that's fine too. Belphie just loves being in your presence.

If you struggle with staying awake in the day, then sorry, but he doesn't help you stay awake; however, he will help you get rid of those guilty thoughts.

You get upset at yourself for dozing off? He’ll correct you and say it's completely alright and it’s not your fault.

If you fall asleep somewhere like the planetarium, he’ll pick up your head and place his cow pillow under it.

In exchange for using your lap as a pillow of course.

He’ll cuddle with you and take a nap saying that he’ll help you study or do whatever you need help with tomorrow.

Never snaps his fingers in front of your face when you zone out. He’ll simply nudge you with his shoulder, or just lay his whole body weight on top of you.

Let's you play with and braid his hair when your feeling unstable to help distract you from your overwhelming thoughts and emotions.

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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5 Anti LO Asks

1. Tbh I feel so bad to those who notice how the art is looking more wack. I just saw that their doing a drawing challenge but yet it’s one of the very old art style panels. Tbh I feel kinda cheated out. They are using one of the old art panels for this challenge but yet they don’t use the new artworks to grab people’s attention. I feel really ripped off but not really? It just makes me sad now.

2. Ok so on the discussion of clothing in LO, white clothes aren't technically /wrong/, but they were reserved for the poor, so in LO with the class divides it'd make more sense that only the nymphs and satyrs wore white, while the royals/gods wore expressive colors and designs to show off their status and wealth. IDK i find Persephone being designated to white to show off how she's a "pure bride" to be a very conservative idea but also just not historically accurate. At least put her in greens!

3. now rachel is hosting a DTIYS and its just ... yall were right both her and webtoons/her publisher refuse to use anything recent. literally every bit of LO promotion and merch are ALWAYS from the first 10~ish episodes and thats it, never the 160+ episodes following it. like are they aware the art from the past two+ years just isnt very good and they cant let people know? its just weird to see such self awareness in that the current product isnt very good yet doing nothing to try and fix it.

From OP: In this context, it makes sense as it'll release the first 25 episodes. However, that doesn’t justify how much the old panels get reused on merch 😭

4. im already uncomfortable with the romanticizing of persephone into loving her myth canon abuser but at least maybe she after while became civil with him, but LO being like "hera x echo is SO cute" is like?? hera literally tortured echo in myth to where all that was left of echo was her voice. is echo going to leave her for narcissus and thats going to be the twist so hera doesnt leave zeus? and to be some #girlboss moment of her basically killing echo for breaking her heart??

5. i think what annoys me about LO so much is like what gives away it is about the greek gods? the world is just voids of glass rectangles, no greek elements in sight, and hades is deemed hades off what, wearing black suits? why no skulls motifs or his bidet at least? and persephone is even worse, she's just a pink pin up with her occasional flowers in her hair just look like blobs, and her clothes are just plain white dresses, no florals or color. it's honestly the laziest design work i've seen.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

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botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years

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[Image ID: A screenshot of an anon asking saying “I just wanna say that your tags whenever you rb art and fics are so cute 🥺 you reblogged something of mine the other day and the tags were just so nice and innocent??? It’s like watching a little kid at an aquarium 😝so as an artist I thank you, hope you don’t take it as cringy” End ID]

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Cringey?? nonononono I may be a young kid watching the pretty fish swim aimlessly in the aquarium but I will

recklessly enjoy other people’s content don’t test me

I try to keep it in the tags cause I don’t wanna take away from the op’s original work, plus it makes it easier for other people to rb it from me, but I will amp up the love and appreciation when the situation calls for it. You could straight up come into my inbox or messages and just ask me to give you a reblog and I will do it, I do not care I love you, content creators.

Cringe Culture is dead it’s time to gush plus if I do this often enough people might do it more for me so it’s a win win hehe

Legit, I got a super sweet comment on one of my fics quoting something I wrote and it made me so happy so I was like “huh, guess I’ll do that more often then” and now I’m doing that, that’s how impressionable I am asdfghjk

Also hello?? specifically *my* tags helped you out?? I am a nobody, CLEARLY not enough people are doing this smh, allow me to teach the masses for a sec here

How To Make A Content Creator Happy: the world’s simplest guide to spreading serotonin through a keyboard

Step fucking one) You reblog it. I mean, that’s a given. You’ve all seen those “reblogs help creators out and likes do nothing” posts so I won’t rant too much. Likes are good, but reblogs are like handing someone a stack of a hundred dollars and all it takes is one click!

(PRO TIP: Hold down the button and swipe for mobile, and hold the left alt button and click once for computer [though it will only rb to your main blog. if you want it for a side-blog then you’re stuck with two clicks but HEY two clicks to help out a creator you like is nothing!])

You share it! Just share stuff. Share the ao3 like, please do it. Don’t repost, don’t just mention it, give the links especially when you’re just in conversation or talking about it around plz I swear it does wonders

Ok moving on to the super simple stuff for commenting and putting stuff in the tags because I guarantee that the op will read them

write A N Y T H I N G and I literally mean anything just fucking:

!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sdjflksdjfkjh

?!?!?!?!!?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghhhhhhhhh

:OOOOOOOOO

prettyyy

<33333333333333333

just fucking go ham, go nuts, it doesn’t need to be coherent it just needs to EXIST the very existence of someone enjoying someone’s content gives so much serotonin so stop being silent cowards and give us a smiley face from time to time

uh what else what else....hmm [golden rule is treat others the way you want to be treated, so if you’re a creator yourself, just give whatever you would want seen in the comments of your stuff! I mean that’s how I came up with all this...]

Point out the details! I mentioned earlier about quoting stuff from fics (that stuff is just 👌👌👌 so delicious) but I’m pretty sure (I’m not an artist myself don’t quote me) that the exact same effect is present when you talk about details in art or something. So talk about that pretty snowflake in the background! Or that piece of dialogue that made you laugh. Just a simple nod to the details is a big difference between saying “I like this” versus “I like this thing that you took the time to make the effort you put into the details did not go unnoticed”

just ALL the feedback please and thank you

this might vary from person to person, though personally I love when people are like “The way you write imagery is so good please do more!!” so just give a little nod to someone like “The way you draw this character is amazing please do more” or something like that

I wouldn’t go as far as to give criticism (although personally I’m the type of person that loves the occasionally critique for future reference, cause it means that you care as much as I do about the quality of my work)

But along the same lines as the details thing, a nice nod to a creator about what they’re doing right is sooooo good! makes the butterflies flutter

~~~~~~Did that post give you emotions?~~~~~~

G O O D

~~FUCKING TELL US~~

THE ACT OF SOMEONE WRITING A SET OF LETTERS, OR SOMEONE SKETCHING A BLOB MADE ANOTHER DISTANT HUMAN BEING DEVELOP CHEMICALS IN THEIR BRAIN?? SURE WOULD LOVE TO KNOW THAT BECAUSE WOW THAT’S AMAZING!?!??

just go “I’m so happy” or “I’m so sad” just “TT__TT” just fucking “:OO” or just “I hate this” [HUMOURISTICALLY] and “I can’t believe you’ve done” just give it yes tell us the emotion that you have felt we love it

I don’t think enough people understand how amazing that is???? You were once in a normal, neutral state, and then a piece of content that I created just made you smile or laugh or cry like WHAT that’s amazing omg

Ok so that’s pretty much the simple stuff right, that’s your elementary classwork right there

Just give something, literally anything and just go “I love this so much!!!!!” bam done, you just murdered the op with your love, great job

So yeah, that’s that. Pretty simple stuff, no?

...but you wanna graduate to master class?

You wanna fucking go ape shit

you wanna just

g o t o town?

I said this was gonna be a simple guide so don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell you that you have to write a full length essay on every post that you come across

[BUT IF YOU WANT TO DON’T LET ME STOP YOU THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE AMAZING?? HELL WRITING OUT A PARAGRAPH OF A COMMENT IS ALREADY JUST *CHEFS KISS* MASTERCLASS OF MURDERING THE OP WITH LOVE JUST ANALYZING THE SHIT OUT OF THE COLORS AND SHADING AND FRAMING OR JUST POINTING OUT THE THEMES AND SUBTEXT AND CHARACTERIZATION --part of the reason I love betaing stuff so much because I can analyze shit and shower it with premature love while also helping fics to be even better than they were originally ugh so cleansing for my literature heart-- SO YEAH GIVE CREATORS A PARAGRAPH, DARE I DREAM OF PARAGRAPHS, BECAUSE WOW YES PLEASE YES]

...ahem anyway

the way to graduate from good to great as a receiver of content is

to do all this

any of this

any of this simple stupid amazing shit

and just

put it in an ask or message

that’s literally it

Let me tell you why that’s so amazing, it pumps up the already amazing dopamine dosage of these actions alone, and multiplies it by a hundred, let me tell you why

Let’s say you read a drabble. You loved it, you reblogged it, you gave it hearts and emojis and ranted for a few tags about how it made you drop your muffin on the ground. Fantastic work, you just made the op pass out.

Then you go about your day and that’s the end of that.

BUT

if you do all that

and then put it in an ASK

dare you even a direct message?? (probably not most of us on here are cowards I get that)

but an ASK, anon or otherwise?

The message you just sent to the op was “I interacted with the post you made, and I loved it so much that I went the extra mile of going to your blog to make extra extra sure you understand how much I liked your thing”

There’s a wordless wall with every post! You like and reblog the thing and move on with your day.

But the fact that YOU sent a HEART a SINGLE sentence about how you liked a thing? the fact that you BREACHED that wall and just fucking keyboard smashed in the inbox? the fact that you did that is the most amazing thing in the world

you just ambush the op with good vibes. we were expecting the bare minimum in the comments and tags, but the fact you when out of your way to make it a message or ask???? superb, outstanding, the sheer SHOCK of it will shift tectonic plates

you’re my fucking hero if you do this. you’re a godsend. I would kill for you,👏people👏would👏kill👏for👏you.

AT LEAST THEY WOULD KILL FOR YOU IF THIS ACTION DIDN’T ALREADY MURDER THEM

BE A MURDERER, NAY, A SERIAL KILLER. MURDER CONTENT CREATORS WITH LOVE

BE RECKLESSLY KIND AND LOVING YOU PIECE OF SHIT, ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO BE CRINGY TO STARVING AND DYING WRITERS AND ARTISTS WE WILL TAKE IT ALL GOD DAMMIT

YOU ARE A CHILD STARING UP AT AN AQUARIUM IN WONDER.

MAKE YOUR HAPPINESS STIR THE TIDES, LET YOUR PRESCENCE BE KNOWN PAST THE REFLECTION OF THE GLASS.

THE FISH ARE LOOKING FOR YOUR SMILE.

#I had to write this post in ANTI-ADHD format so that people would actually pay attention to it so apologies to the neurotypicals #IMPORTANT #👏give👏content👏to👏content👏creators👏#cause unlike for you guys the content we want doesnt need to be the highest quality #we just want a sentence about how it made you feel is that too much to ask?#just one keyboard spam plz #idk what else to tag this as #its 1 am and i have thoughts #art #not botw #writing #i just realized the analogy of fish and creators is a bit weird #i dont mean to imply that our entire existence relies on your feedback #i mean it kind of does #BUT #we're not animals and we don't OWE you content #so uh #all the more reason to give people a heart every now and then right?#this is getting a bit ranty #i'll leave before i embarrass myself further #long post

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Logan's Trip to [REDACTED]

Chapter 4: Pure Fluff For a Shorter Day

Logan arrives to the SCP Foundation a little later than usual, making his first day back a bit of a short visit. So Logan has to make his time count.

Logan opened his map and looked at the map. Today was the day he wanted to meet SCP-530. It looked really cute and he really wanted to see what color and different expressions it had right now. Logan took another turn and looked up at the sign above the door.

[SCP-530]

Logan smiled and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a card, placed it into the card reader and waited for the beeping sound. When it went off, Logan removed the card and opened the door.

The room was set up like a dog’s play area, with balls and toys scattered about and different items in it. A dog bed, a food and water bowl, and a dog house decorated the little room. Then a bunch of barks filled the room as a little white and brown dog sprinted up to him.

“BARK BARK! BARK BARK BARK BARK! WARF WARF!” The dog barked loudly.

Logan gasped excitedly and knelt down to pet it almost immediately. “Hellooooo! Hi there, little Carl!” Logan greeted, petting its head.

Carl panted happily and licked his hand. Logan looked down and noticed something strange: The dog had two tongues! One full tongue, and one partly grown tongue! Guess he could do double the kisses for the time being!

Logan smiled eagerly. “I’m Logan! My name is Logan!” He greeted. Logan started petting the dog’s head, back and chin. The puppy panted and panted like it was hotter than haiti in his kennel, and patted the ground with pure excitement with its 5th paw. Logan giggled at this dog-like behaviour. Carl really is a dog. Just with some unusual abnormalities.

Logan picked up the puppy under his armpits and carried him on his shoulder. “Hey there little guy. You’re a small little sweetheart. Yes you are, yes you are!” Logan cooed. Logan booped the dog’s snoot, causing Carl to lick his finger with both his tongues.

“I see that Carl has a new abnormality: Two tongues.” Dr. ████ declared.

Logan looked at the speaker, then at the camera. “Have you never had an instance of two tongues before now?” Logan asked.

“Nope! And we’ve had LOTS of doubles on body parts.” Dr. ████ replied. “Oh! While SCP-530 is here, would you like to meet SCP-529?” Dr. ████ asked.

Logan widened his eyes. The cat?! Dr. ████ wants Carl and the cat in the same room?! “Yes please!” Logan replied happily.

“Very well! Dr. ██████! Please retrieve SCP-529 so Logan and Carl may play with them.” Dr. ████ ordered.

Soon, SCP-529 was walking around and rubbing its body against Logan’s knee. “Aww, hi Josie!” Logan greeted. “Boy, Patton would love to meet both of you. But Patton is allergic to cats.” Logan said to Josie and Carl. Carl barked excitedly and stuck its tongue out. Next, Carl ran to a ball, and pushed the ball up to Logan. He waited for Logan to throw the ball, and knelt down to show ‘I’m ready! Throw it!’.

Logan smiled and threw the ball. Both Carl AND Josie ran for the ball. But Josie was just a tad quicker and managed to pounce right onto the ball. Carl turned to Logan, sitting down and whimpering in a sad way while looking down. It looked like Carl was trying to say ‘She stole my ball...I sad now.’. Logan smiled, not feeling all that bad for it. Logan threw a ball of yarn and watched Carl sprint for the yarn. It was like the dog and the cat switched toys temporarily! It was so bizarre! And very funny.

Logan allowed the cat to roll around with the ball while Carl pawed nervously at the flimsy yarn. Logan grabbed a nearby baseball and gently threw it to Carl. Carl immediately got into action and took off running to it. He grabbed it, brought it over in an eager strut, and placed it down for Logan to throw it again. “Good boy! That’s a good boy!” Logan reacted, petting him as praise. Carl whimpered and rolled onto his back, begging for belly rubs next. Logan giggled and happily gave him the belly rubs he wanted. Carl stuck his tongue out as he panted, closing his eyes with pure pleasure.

Meanwhile Josie walked up and booped his head against Logan’s other hand. It looked like Josie wanted pets as well. Logan started petting Josie’s ears first, earning a purr from the cat. Next, Logan went for the chin. Josie meowed softly as she lifted her head up to offer Virgil more access to the lovely spot. Logan smiled and petted both animals at once.

The doctor smiled. “Looks like you’re an animal lover.” he said.

Logan nodded. “I do appreciate animals.” Logan admitted.

“There is a horse SCP that we have in a stable and a field at Site 73. Its known as SCP-1156 or ‘Wellington the Wonder Horse’. Would you ever be interested in meeting him?” The doctor asked.

Logan looked at the camera. “I don’t believe I’ve been around a horse before. However, I would love to meet him one day.” Logan replied.

“Very well! We will have you set up for the next visit to the site. The SCP Foundation will provide you with a private jet so you may visit the wondrous horse.” The doctor told him.

“Very well! I can’t wait.” Logan replied.

After some more time with the animals, Logan left the two animals to play with each other. Next on the SCP list, was SCP-131 a and b! Logan had been missing them and really wanted to visit them for quite some time. And now was his time to do so! Logan walked down a few flights of stairs, even rode down one of the stair handles to get down quicker. But he quickly abandoned the idea the moment hitting the ground gave him a bruised tailbone. Logan rubbed his butt for a moment before running to the next flight of stairs.

Soon, Logan stood in front of the door and looked at the card. He inserted the card, removed it and listened as the door clicked its way unlocked. Then, Logan walked in and looked at the little cute-looking eye pods. It was SCP-131-A & B! Logan smiled widely as the eye pods slid down a tiny slide and rolled up to Logan.

“Hello guys! Hello! It’s been a while, huh?” Logan greeted. The pods jumped around and rolled around in circles, showing their excitement. Then, the eye pods rolled the cars that Logan made, right up to their creator to show him. “I know! I made those for you two to play with!” Logan reacted. Logan started to wonder if A & B remember him for the toys they got. It could be possible.

The SCP’s rolled the cars up to him, and bowed their rain drop tops to the rings that were attached. The eye pods wanted the rings placed into their narrow tops! Logan agreed to help them and placed the rings into their head poles. The eye pods suddenly started rolling absolutely everywhere the moment the rings were placed onto them. They wouldn’t stop driving around with the cars! Logan bursted out laughing as the eyeballs went ballistic with the toy cars.

Then, the eye pods started headbutting a pair of paintbrushes, cups and tubes of paint that laid on the ground. “It looks like they want you to paint their cars.” Dr. ████ explained. “I believe one of the staff members was planning to paint them, but they got caught up in work. But since your job is to meet them and entertain them…” The doctor offered.

“I’ll paint them for A & B.” Logan replied.

“Excellent!” Dr. ████ declared happily. “You may use this paper towel for wiping off the paint if you so choose. And here’s a water bottle for cleaning the brush.” Dr. ████ placed a Dasani water bottle and a roll of paper towel into the dispenser in their room, and listened as the paper made a soft shifting sound into the dispenser, while the water bottle made a ‘CLUNK’ sound into the other end with the paper towel.

Logan nodded, walked to the opening and grabbed the paper towel and water bottle from the dispenser. “Thank you.” Logan told him.

Logan spread some paper towel down and filled the painting cup with the water from the yucky water bottle. Logan also placed some orange onto A’s car little wooden car and started painting. Logan painted in stripes to help the paint smoothen out and go on nicer. Logan then scooped up the blob of access paint on the top of the car, and would start painting the engine roof, the sides and the bottom. Logan looked very precise when painting the car. He looked calm as well. The eye pods watched him with interest and fascination. It was like watching someone do their career in front of them. Logan was really that good! Or at least, it looked like he was.

Logan finished painting SCP-131-a’s car first, and moved onto b’s car. This car was gonna be a slightly darker yellow, compared to the reddish orange that the first car was. Logan wanted to specifically do this because he wanted them to be able to distinctively see which cars were theirs. That way, they can play with their designated cars, or even share the cars and switch up who gets what car color.

Logan finished coloring the cars and let them dry for a bit. While the cars dried on a paper towel-covered stool, Logan played around with the eye pods and ‘became their race track’ for a while. The eye pods moved up Logan’s hands, up the arms slowly, and raced up and down his chest and belly. Logan’s giggles when they got to the belly, made his belly and chest jump around a little. This made the eye pods wobble slightly.

The eye pods ignored his wiggles and giggles, and continued racing slowly on top of Logan’s middle. At one point, eyepod A got stuck on Logan’s dipped belly. This caused the eyepod to rev up its wheel to get going. This tickled SO MUCH for Logan!

“OHOHO GEHEHEHEEZ!” Logan laughed. “WAHAHANT HEHELP WITH THAHAHAT?” Logan asked.

The eye pod shook its head and looked at him with a single smiley eye. Immediately, the eye pod revved up its wheel again and ‘increased the speed’ to tickle Logan more.

“HEHEHEY- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* EEEEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan laughed and snorted. Well this is certainly a change of pace!

The eye pods bounced up and down and kept going. The bouncing didn’t hurt Logan at all, surprisingly. It just felt like a tiny, weightless puppy jumping on Logan’s belly. The orange eye pod joined the yellow one, and started revving up their wheels at the exact same time!

Logan just about DIED from that. It tickled WAY TOO MUCH! And then the eye pods started alternating revving their wheels...How about AAAAAAH?!

A, B, A, B, A, B...Left, Right, Left, Right, left, right, etc…Talk about infinite tickles!

Logan was cackling and snorting at this point. It was so ticklish! But it felt great! It felt amazing to be back with these cute little guys! They were always so fun and cute to look at! They never failed to occupy him and make him gush in cuteness overload. Even if he gets to see them every single day, he knew he would never get over how cute they were.

Logan allowed the pods to have their fun against his belly for a while. He was not complaining whatsoever. He loved every second of it, no matter how ticklish and tired it made him.

Soon though, the fun had to end. Logan tapped out of the tickles and got up. The pods looked at each other with worry in their eyes. “No no no, don’t worry. It’s okay. I’m alright.” Logan reassured them.

A & B still looked at Logan with worry, and rolled to Logan to nuzzle him with their ball-like bodies. Logan appreciate this gesture and petted the pods as gentle praise. The pods appreciated this praise and closed its eyes as they enjoyed the pets.

Soon, Logan was waving to the eye pods and leaving them be. He felt happy to be able to spend time with them. It’s been a while and...it was definitely worth the wait. Next on Logan’s list, was...you guessed it:

SCP-999!

Logan practically ran his way to the elevator and pretty much bounced on the spot as he rode the elevator. When the elevator opened, Logan walked out and ran for the door.

“LOGAN!” Someone yelled.

Logan stopped and grabbed the Walkie Talkie that had called him. “Yes?” He replied into it.

“A gentle reminder that the last time you were this excited, you had to leave them unexpectedly due to a strong chemical unbalance. I would strongly recommend you take a deep breath so we don’t have a repeat of that incident.” The doctor ordered.

Logan did as he was told and took a few deep breaths to help his excitement dissipate. When he felt fully ready and a lot more calm, Logan put the keycard in to open the door. With the door unlocked, Logan opened it and immediately smiled upon seeing his favorite SCP.

“Hi 999!” Logan greeted.

999 immediately turned around and gurgled lots of happy sounds with the most puppy-like dog eyes it naturally had. Logan ran to 999 and gave the squishy blob a BIIIIIIG hug! 999 gave him a big hug right back and even grew more pseudopods to add more hugging arms! Logan laughed as he felt more squishy arms against his back and neck.

SCP-999 gurgled, squished around and wiggled as excitement filled its body. Logan smiled and pulled his head away from the blob’s body. “How are you?”

999 nodded its head rapidly and ran around the room with Logan in its arms. It made eager gurgling and flopping sounds as it ran around. Logan wasn’t sure how sick he might end up being if 999 kept this up. But, he didn’t care. He enjoyed it anyway.

“WEEEEEeeeee! Okay! Okay that’s good. That’s enough buddy.” Logan told the SCP.

999 stopped running around and picked up Logan. They summoned 2 more pseudopods which grabbed at the waist, while the original two pseudopods grabbed Logan’s wrists as gently as it could. Logan hummed curiously, and was quickly thrown off guard as Logan was held onto primarily by his wrists, making his hands stay raised above his head.

Logan immediately blushed at the vulnerable situation. He couldn’t even look at 999, his face was so red. “Ihihi...Ihihihi should’ve known- BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan interrupted himself with his own laughter as 999 tickled Logan with a few new pseudopods. One of them tickled his hip, two of them tickled his belly, and two of them tickled his vulnerable armpits.

Cause, you know: why wouldn’t you attack the vulnerable parts if they’re exposed?

Logan was laughing and squealing as he was tickled in fairly bad spots all at once. Logan didn’t know what to do with himself. So he started off with kicking and shaking his head around as he laughed. He watched the puppy-like 999 as it flopped and gurgled with glee while tickling and skittering its slimy pods on his ticklish spots.

Logan was gonna lose his mind long before his breath was gonna be out, he could tell you that!

“NIHIHINE-NINE-NIHIHIHIHINE! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Logan yelled.

999 tilted its head and smiled. Then, it stuck out its tongue and blepped at him! Logan covered his face with his arm and whimpered. “NOooooooo! You’re tooooo cuuuuute!” Logan whined. 999 shook a bit, laughing at him.

Holy crap that was so cute! Why was that so cute?! Why must 999 be the adorable bean it is?! AAAAAAAAAHHH!

Logan squirmed and kicked 999 as he was tickled and unintentionally teased. His feet kept bouncing back like it was a ball against a big bowl of jelly. It was so weird! 999 was such a strange, mind-altering being that...they really should’ve existed! But, it does! And boy, was Logan grateful!

Logan soon tapped out from exhaustion. 999 quickly stopped and let out a whimpery-kind of gurgle and looked at Logan with a worried face. Logan looked at 999 and practically melted. “Awww, it’s okay. I’m alright, 999.” Logan reassured him.

999 looked up at him and lightened up a little. They smiled brightly and pulled Logan into a big bear hug. Logan smiled and hugged him back, feeling pure joy and nostalgia the longer he stayed with the creature. Logan reached into his bag, and grabbed a few things out of it: A few full bags, a box for a kitty pool, and an air pump. Logan pulled open the previously open box and pulled out the kitty pool before opening the air hole. Logan put the end of the pump into the air hole and started pumping with his foot.

As Logan pumped and pumped and pumped, 999 watched and grew more and more excited as to what it might’ve been. Soon, Logan had filled it completely up. Logan grabbed the bag, opened it, and started dumping out its contents:

Tons and tons of small, flattened plastic balls had started falling out of the bag and into the kitty pool! 999 let out an excited squeal and clapped its pseudopods with joy. “I know! I got you: A ball small ball pit!” Logan declared.

999 started bouncing around and letting out squeaky gurgles in pure excitement! 999 was ecstatic! She wouldn’t stop jumping around! 999 jumped into the kitty pool, and did a BIG flop upon impact! 999’s body started flopping and rippling like an ocean as an aftereffect of the hit, and started playing with all the balls that were in the kitty pool.

There were so many balls! So many to push through! Though some of the balls stuck against 999 as they moved through the balls. Then, 999 grew itself SUUUUUPER tall…

And fell down into the kitty pool like an elastic band, throwing multicolored balls absolutely everywhere! Logan had bursted out laughing as he watched. It was so entertaining to watch a blob play in a ball pit!

“Wow...I don’t think we ever made the connection that 999 would enjoy a ball pit!” Dr. ████ reacted. “And we should’ve at this point!”

Logan smiled. “That’s alright. You couldn’t fully guess anything.”

The doctor leaned back. “For the record, the sticking balls might end up needing to be removed by staff. So there’s a possible chance you may have made extra work for the workers in 999’s room.” Dr. ████ stated.

Logan’s excitement completely drained from his body.

Oh shit...he didn’t think of that…

“However:” Dr. ████ continued. “The staff LOVE 999. So, the ball pit will give them an excuse to visit the creature!” Dr. ████ declared.

Logan’s excitement filled right back up again. He was turning into a metaphorical emotional phone with a broken battery, with all his draining and rising of emotions. “That’s good! That means 999 isn’t alone in the slightest.” Logan reacted.

“He’s really not. He’s got more friends than I’ll ever have!” Dr. ████ added.

Not long after that gift, Logan had to leave. His jet trip had been later in the day than usual, so Logan didn’t have to wake up quite as early in the morning. So that sacrificed some of the time he had with the SCP’s on the first day. Logan pulled out a flashlight to ready himself for lights out, and put his map away.

But before he did any sort of leaving:

Logan kissed 999 good night on the forehead.

#scp foundation & sanders sides #scp 999 is loving #scp fandom #ticklefic #ler!131-a&b #ler!999 #lee!logan #scp-529 #scp-530 #scp 131 is back #tooth rotting fluff

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luvcilfer · 3 years

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𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

→ 𝘵. 𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢

a/n: inspired by the song crybaby by the neighbourhood

Oikawa Toru was never one to allow himself to get distracted, at least not for too long. He knew when he had time to spare, using it to entertain his fans or tease Iwaizumi, and when he had to get to business.

He couldn’t help himself when it came to you though. The way your hair glided through the air with its silkiness displaying the sun’s rays. He just wanted to reach out and touch you. Feel the blood rush to your cheeks under the calloused pads of his fingertips as he caressed your skin.

He knew he shouldn’t. Oikawa knew that he would only taint your aura that managed to so skillfully intoxicate him. And yet, he simply did not care. His selfishness dominating any and all concerns he felt towards your cute little self.

“Oh sorry,” you said with a lingering smile from your previous laugh you were just sharing with your friends until you suddenly felt your left side being pushed back. “No no, it is I who is sorry,” Oikawa said with a charming gaze and playful bow which just erupted a small giggle to escape from your lips.

You knew about Oikawa Toru, his reputation being shared throughout your university as a cunning heartbreaker. Always having girls surrounding him, but never having any exclusivities. No lovestruck gaze ever seen in his deep eyes. Just blank stares with warm smiles to accompany them.

It was no surprise that he thought the same of your oblivious self. Always busying yourself with school or hobbies and never appreciating the true beauty everyone recognized you to be. After all, both of you were keen observers, always noticing the smallest details in those deemed interesting enough to notice.

What was a surprise, however, was running into him at the university’s library later that week while you were on the brink of tears and he was about to pass out after a long night of intense studying, his sunken eyes and darkened smooth under eyes to prove it.

“Woah, hey there. Y/n was it?” You suddenly felt two sturdy hands grab ahold of your arms while you blinked away the blobs of tears that were previously blurring your eyes. “Oikawa-san?” you mumbled while very obviously staring back and forth between his two hands balancing you. And the way his bent arms flexed his biceps, his ruffled sweater now fitting him thoroughly tighter than before.

It was then that the fatigued boy noticed the boundaries he had previously set for himself were so effortlessly broken without a single thought given. Your red eyes looked up at him while you sniffled your runny nose making his heart clench while all the same making it impossibly harder for him to not rub his hands up and down your arms in hopes to comfort you. You had to bring your hands up with your tissue to clean your nose resulting in him letting you go. But not making any effort in widening the proximity between you two, his warmth now faintly exuding him enough for you to sense.

“Oh, um sorry about that. I just saw that you looked distressed and wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help,” he chuckled while lazily scratching the back of his head, a yawn closely following.

You sighed. You were friendly most of the time but still found yourself being hesitant towards those you weren’t that involved with. Even the extremely attractive ones with messy fluffy hair and cute droopy eyes.

“Well I actually have to turn in this paper for my afternoon class but my printer ran out of ink and the library is out of paper and the only paper they have is colorful and my teacher is always super grumpy and will probably not accept it even though I stayed up all-”

You didn’t realize your eyes had once again started to tear up until you felt a warm hand wipe away a stray tear. “Why don’t you come over to my place and let me help you out, yeah?”

And that is when you took your step back, disconnecting his warm hand from your cheek, a tinge of sadness resulted from missing it.

“Oh my God I’m an idiot,” you heard him mumble. “I meant because I have a printer at my apartment nice and stocked with ink and paper,” he sheepishly smiled.

Your drowsiness and desperateness getting to you, you reluctantly agreed. “Lead the way then, pervy boy. But you’re going to have to let me buy you coffee or something as a token of my appreciation,” you smiled.

“Normally the date happens before you get invited to the apartment y/n-chan, but looks like you’ll be an exception,” a cheeky smile erupts from Oikawa. “Oh shut up, perv,” you smile and roll your eyes.

A short and peaceful walk later, you find yourself in a mostly neat apartment with just a few dishes laying around and maybe one or two sweaters thrown around. “Oh shit,” you face palmed your now scrunched up face. “I planned to use one of the computers at the library to log into my account and I didn’t bring my laptop,” you pouted.

How cute. Oikawa thought. Your tear stained cheeks and slightly stained mascara making a flurry of emotions burn inside him. “Here just use mine,” he smiled. “The password is milkbread610 with the M being capitalized.” You could’ve sworn you saw a pink tint adorn his cheeks but decided not to mention it.

He truly never expected his small crush to develop into anything more than that. After all, you were just a pretty girl he occasionally saw around campus or at a bar. But you were a challenge, and that ignited the deepest and darkest desires to swirl around his mind.

He showed you where the printer was and proceeded to sprawl on his couch while you sat on the opposite end, his eyelids becoming unbearably heavy now. You opened his computer to find a selfie of him and what you assumed to be a younger brother or nephew making playful faces at the camera. A small grin made its way onto your face, unbeknownst to you.

You finished printing your paper and were about to thank him when you realized that there were soft snores filling the room. You saw a soft folded blanket laying nearby and placed it atop his resting body while adjusting his neck so he won’t wake up with pain.

Your actions surprised you, and you suddenly felt your heart flutter as you stared at his peaceful expression. His soft features engraving a euphoric image into your mind where the sunlight is shyly illuminating his rosy cheeks and plump parted lips releasing delicate breaths of air.

You carefully removed your hand from his head and brushed aside a stray piece of hair laying atop his eyes, letting your fingers linger longer than you cared to admit. After finding a random marker in his apartment, you grabbed his hands and wrote your number along with your name and smiley face with a small note saying “thanks for the help perv. Still up for coffee?”

And as you walked back to campus with your papers in hand you couldn’t help but think what a nice guy Oikawa actually is.

But Oikawa Toru is not a nice guy.

#this actually isn't like a dark fic or anything lol #just my best boy oiks being not so nice #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #haikyuu x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa #oikawa toru imagine #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #first post let's goooo

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sysig · 3 years

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2020 Art Purge

I had quite a few doodles that I didn’t end up posting ‘cause I ran out of room or they didn’t fit the theme or any number of reasons, so here they are now with a little ramble about what I remember about them

I had a few leftover Camp Camp doodles, especially from earlier on, thus why David can look a little funny and off-model. I very much wanted to see how he’d look in a suit, I got a few different chances to draw him so! I wanted to post the “Break the Cycle” one but never found the opportunity, it was something along the lines of breaking the cycle of abuse, from his relationship with Campbell and Max’s with his parents. And then a moody Max as well hehe, that one was in October so it was the most recent! Just wanted to draw an angry lad

Mostly fanfic or random ZEX doodles leftoever from SCII - DAX’s intimidating figure in one of the fics really stood out to me but I don’t know I fully captured just how freaked out he’d be. I remembering wanting to be very emotive with his pupil, both panicked and high off adrenaline and still maintaining just a bit of his aloofness, it’s hard! And the first draft of YIK throwing down a rope for ZEX from the pirate fic, I liked this one but it wasn’t energetic enough! A quick Captain from the sword fight (still so cool!), and a silly interaction of if Hayes shamed an openly xenophilic Captain lol. I really need to design a Captain myself so I can wander around being obnoxiously alien-loving on main lol

Around the same time smol and I made this beautiful idiot, she proposed the idea of trauma and generational traits affecting bending, which I was all for, and I made a cute little non-bender family with different dominant and recessive traits. They both live in the Earth kingdom, she’s a refugee and he’s been a resident for generations, and they met and fell in love, aw ♥ And then one more Mac n’ Cheese for the road because I drew him once in reaction to drawing the Solitaire crew and then never again

Unposted sona stuff mostly from the beginning of the year and then I posted the rest of it! Sometimes it was just a bad style day, sometimes it didn’t fit or would be very late (cough cough the Valentines’ Day one) or came off as weird (the spare murder was in reference to reading edgy stuff lol - considering I had just come off Put That Kid Down and the Vargas update hadn’t come out yet - phewf! I did get exactly what I asked for, that’s for sure) The daily pages one is especially funny to be because a) it’s true I still do but b) it was immediately before Bar’s redesign and his whole Deal™ changing, so it had to be left out for being too whimsical lol. The last one still makes me laugh, a happy version of “please anticipate my upcoming response”

More sonas! Oh and a Coffee, since he was the only other Just Desserts character to get left out. Well, I guess I had one of Kaiein too, but does he count? Ehh

It was a silly one at least lol.

There wasn’t a whole lot of unpublished AGE this year, or in general, but it’s a shame because they really turned out cute. I remember I was practicing PigPen when I made that Adara, and I just wanted to draw some pretty Zis while I was still working on the animation meme draft. What pretty ladies!

And a couple little doodles of the fantasy duo! They weren’t actually designed as a pair but I can’t stop, so hey why not have them live in the same world. Opal eyes still doesn’t have a name whoops, but their cute little tail pokes out the back of their robe! Lily is a good head and a half shorter, probably about to rib-height on an average human haha

Lots of little and/or original doodles! A lot of these are either original characters, random designs, or brainstorming - there’s the first ever doodle of Marionette! Nice. I also made that lady with the scars and cut sometime around Feb. 2019 but never posted her or her daughter, they are cute tho. The little night and day one was based on a little Insect-based RPG class system I was working on at the time, Butterflies and Moths being Paladins and Warlocks respectively

I’m so sad I didn’t get to post the wives earlier! I love my angels lads, they’re so cute. I went on a bit of an axolotl tangent, the scary one’s name is “J” lol. Lots of silly little things

I also made a bunch of extremely random fanart over the year lol, from Wilbur Soot to Smokey the Bear but On Fire which is a reference to something but I no longer remember what. There’s also Chiffon from Sir Fluff, a Wooper, Barold from the Villager makeover series, CORPSE Husband, ENA from Joel G, and some little Among Us blobs. Fun designs abound!

#Doodles #Oh and of course -#Long post #Very very very long under the cut #There's a bunch of different themes - Camp Camp - SCII - some AtLA FCs - a little Just Desserts and AGE - some original and random stuff #I left out Vargas this time 'cause even tho I still have a few they are just that - a few. Nothing like the sketchdump I made back in Sept.#And obviously there's still 2020 art in the backlog so some of these are from later than will be posting in the next several days lol #I wonder how obvious my style changes are - pretty sure they've gotten pretty subtle apart from cleaning up lol #Traditional art is always harder to tell I think #Like I said before it's been a good year for art I feel like I've improved overall and I'm glad I started scanning again #Sometimes editing is terrible but it's also been quite meditative here and there #I've definitely learned a lot of new touchup tricks

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krizaland · 4 years

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Z,,, Zim x insecure reader

As someone who’s always insecure, I really needed to write this. Thank you so much for your request!

Be warned: There is mentions of body image issues and low self esteem ahead. I’ll admit I maaay have gotten a bit too personal in a few parts.

Here’s the song I used btw

You and Zim have been dating for over three months! It was a long and painful learning curve but you and Zim worked through it! Now you and Zim were a happy couple!

However, despite being a healthy couple, there were still bumps in the road.

While most problems could be worked out, there was one thing you and Zim could never agree on:

The way you looked.

You’ve always felt less attractive than your peers. Whenever you looked in a mirror, all you could see were your countless imperfections.

You found yourself spending countless hours glaring at yourself, thinking of all the things you wished you could change about yourself.

“I wish my belly was flatter.”

“I wish my face was prettier”

“I look like an ugly blob!”

Those awful thoughts echoed in your mind as you pinched and pulled at your skin.

Eventually, you would leave the mirror and carry on with your day.

However, your internal insults didn’t stop there.

“I laugh too loud.”

“I talk too much.”

“Oh god! I hope I’m not making anyone uncomfortable! God why am I so stupid?!”

Most days, your internal struggles were bearable but there were somedays were your thoughts would get so bad you would burst into tears.

Zim, on the other hand, thought you were the most beautiful creature in the universe!

Zim had been to countless planets, and have seen countless stars but nothing compared to you!

Your face was so beautiful, Zim found himself getting lost in your eyes.

Zim couldn’t care less about how flat your belly was! Your body was so soft and warm, he could cuddle it forever!

Zim thought your laugh was amazing and unique! In fact, he loved your laughter so much that he would do just about anything to hear it again!

Zim was in awe of how many things you knew about! He could listen to you talk for hours! Your voice was more lovely than any song he’s ever heard.

You were amazing in every conceivable way! There was no other being who could ever compare to you!

Imagine his horror when he heard you insult yourself out loud!

You had just finished up in the restroom and had caught a glimpse of your face on the way out.

You sighed as you glared at your reflection.

Countless flaws and a pathetic expression was all you could see staring back at you.

“God, I’m so fucking ugly,” You groaned as you pulled at your face, “How could Zim possibly love someone this hideous-”

“Y/N?!”

You let out a squeak as the sound of Zim’s offended shriek woke you from your thoughts.

“Gah! Don’t worry I’ll come out now!”

And with that you trotted back to the couch, where a very angry Zim was waiting for you.

“I’m so sorry I took so long I-”

“You think that’s what I’m upset about?!” Zim growled as he folded his arms.

“W-Well I-”

Realizing he was making you nervous, Zim took a deep breath and softened his features.

“Y/N, why did you say such terrible things about yourself?”

You jerked your head back in shock!

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Y/N, you don’t need to apologize! Well..at least not to me anyway….But you heard me! Why did you day such HORRIBLE things about yourself?!” Zim demanded.

“I….Well….I mean…It’s kinda true, like there are people out there who are so much prettier than me and I-”

“LIES!!! THERE IS NONE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU!!! YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING IN THE GALAXY! ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE IS TOO DUMB TO SEE IT!” Zim interjected as he snapped a finger in your face.

A bright blush spread across your cheeks as you backed away from Zim’s finger.

“Zim, that’s really sweet but-”

“BUT NOTHING! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! WHO DARED TO FILL YOUR AMAZING HEAD WITH SUCH FILTHY LIES!!” Zim roared as he stood up on the couch.

“No one! I’ve felt this way about myself for like, a long time!” You spluttered.

“Eh?! Well do you need your eyes checked?” Zim asked as he scratched his head.

“No I-”

“Then quit it! Why can’t you see that you’re amazing?! YOU are the only one who can make Zim smile! YOU are the only one who is always on my AMAZING mind! YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WORTHY OF ZIM’S LOVE!” Zim declared dramatically as he pointed to you again.

Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you face glowed bright red.

“Ok, perhaps an…Earth song might help you understand…”Zim sighed as he rubbed his temples.

“Wait- What?!”

“I know the perfect song to sing too!” Zim chirped as he clapped his hands.

“COMPUTER! Cue romantic Earth karaoke song number 2011!”

“NOW PLAYING EARTH KARAOKE SONG NUMBER 2011!”

Zim cleared his throat as the music began.

“Oh your eyes, your eyes, make the stars look like they’re not shinning. Your hands, your hands, fit with mine perfectly without you trying. You’re so beautiful…And I’ll tell you everyday….” Zim pulled out a remote and pressed a button

BEEP!

The couch sank into the floor as the ground shook for a moment.

FWEE!

SQUEAK!

POP!

The floor morphed into a large, brightly colored stage!

Zim landed on his feet and continued to sing.

“Yeah, I know, I know, when I complement you, you don’t believe me. And it’s so, it’s so sad that to think that you don’t see what I see. But any time you ask me if you look ok, I’ll say”

BEEP!

The base was engulfed in colorful lights as a picture of your face appeared on Zim’s TV.

“When I see your face, There’s not a thing that I would change! Because you’re amazing, Just the way you are!”

“And when you smile,” The monitor switched to show a picture of you smiling, “The whole world stops and stares for awhile! Cause, you are amazing! Just the way you are!”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words could come out. All you could do was stare at Zim with your mouth agape.

“Yeah! Your lips, your lips, I could kiss them all day if you’d let me! Your laugh your laugh, you hate it but I think it’s so sexy! You’re so beautiful….And I’ll tell you everyday!” Zim sang as he changed the picture on the monitor.

You let out a gasp as you covered your mouth!

On the monitor was a picture of you on prom night!

You were in your finest formal attire, you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel like royalty that night.

“Oh, you know, you know, you know, I’d never ask you to change. If perfect’s what you’re searching for then just stay the same. So don’t even bother asking if you look ok, you know I’ll say!”

Another picture of you appeared on the monitor, this time it was picture of the last selfie you sent him.

You had discovered the flower crown filter and you thought it was cute!

“When I see your face, There’s not a thing that I would change! Because you’re amazing, Just the way you are!”

“And when you smile” The monitor switched to show a picture of you laughing, “The whole world stops and stares for awhile! Cause, you are amazing! Just the way you are!”

“The way you are… The way you are….”

ZWIP!

Stairs jutted out from the stage and Zim strutted towards you.

Before you knew what was happening, Zim took you by the hand and led you up on stage!

“Y/N you’re amazing, just the way you are!” Zim’s eyelids lowered as he took your hands in his.

Tears of joy spilled down your cheeks as Zim gazed into your eyes.

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I would change,” Zim gently dried your tears, “Cause you’re amazing…Just the way you are.”

You let out a chuckle as you leaned into Zim’s touch.

“And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile,” Zim’s voice was a soft whisper as he tilted your head to look at him, “Because you’re amazing, just the way you are.”

“Do you understand now, Y/N? You’re perfect,” Zim gently caressed your cheek, “You’re perfect in every way.”

More tears poured down your cheeks and trickled down Zim’s hand.

“Y/N? Are you alright? I wasn’t too strong was I?” Zim yelped as he tried to dry your tears..

“Yes, I’m fine Zim. You weren’t too strong at all. I just…..Wow….Do you….Do you really mean all that?” You sniffled.

Zim’s face twisted for a moment before he crashed his lips onto yours.

You let out a muffled squeak as Zim’s tongue begged for entry.

Your eyelids fluttered shut as you granted Zim access to your mouth.

The moment the gates opened, Zim’s tongue charged into your mouth and immediately begun to wrestle with yours.

A growly moan rumbled from Zim’s throat as he tasted every corner of your mouth.

You begun to moan as well as you savored the feeling of Zim’s lips on yours.

Eventually, you and Zim were forced to part for air.

Zim gazed into your eyes and licked his lips.

“Do you believe me now?”

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #Anonymous

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the--blackdahlia · 4 years

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The General’s Daughter Chapter 3

Title: The General’s Daughter Chapter 3

Summary: Stevie Holstead was enjoying her time at a hospital in Seoul. She was there with friends, even with the ever-watching eyes of her father watching her. That was until Margaret Houlihan decided she needed help with the nurses. Now Stevie is heading to the 4077th, and a whole lot of adventure that she never thought she would see in her lifetime.

Series Warnings: Language, violence, war themes, later attempted non-con, sexual themes, later sexual scene, crude humor, and more that might come to mind later on.

AN: Thank you so much to everyone who read chapter 2! I really appreciate it! I would also like to thank @piratewithvigor for being my beta and listening to my insane ideas. Also, I want to go ahead and add that I have decided that this verse is “it’s okay to be gay”. Screw homophobic 1950s.

Taglist: @traceyaudette

Henry was sitting at a table in the mess tent with Margaret and Frank when Stevie walked in, feeling more refreshed than she had a few hours ago. She got her food and was about to find herself a place to sit when she was called over to their table. Part of her wanted to be alone, to just go through the motions until she was called back to Seoul, but another part of her really did want to fit in and enjoy her time at the famous 4077th.

“Majors. Colonel,” Stevie greeted the three as she sat down by Henry.

“How are you liking it so far?” Henry asked, smiling at her.

“It’s a lot different than Seoul,” She returned his smile the best that she could. “But it’s not bad.”

“Not bad, she says,” Henry laughed loudly. Stevie took a sip of her coffee and coughed when the liquid touched her taste buds.

“Woah, that’s like tar,” She shuddered. “Gather some of this and we could have paved roads all throughout here.” The doors to the mess tent opened and Trapper and Hawkeye made their way in. BJ had gotten fed up listening to Hawkeye not crush on Stevie and kicked him out, sending him to annoy Trapper for a little bit while he got some sleep. Trapper was quick to sit down by Stevie, giving Hawkeye a shit eating grin when he glared at the other surgeon. He was forced to sit on the other side of Margaret, refusing to sit by Frank.

“What did we miss?” Trapper asked, making eye contact with Hawkeye as he moved closer to Stevie.

“Stevie discovered real Army coffee,” Margaret explained. “Even though I

thought you would’ve been used to it being from a military family.”

“Well, we were always in fully functioning hospitals and such. They usually had good coffee.” Stevie took a bite of her food and made a disgusted face. “And food.”

“Oh, your dad’s a doctor too?” Frank asked. Stevie nodded while Margaret smiled. Just like most of the higher brass, she knew Samuel Holstead’s track record. And he was one she hadn’t had the opportunity to have a discussion with.

“Does that mean he’s the surgeon general?” Hawkeye asked. Margaret turned to glare at the captain and was about to berate him when Stevie started laughing.

“Oh my! That was good!” Stevie smiled brightly at Hawkeye. “I seriously have never thought of that one before.” Margaret rolled her eyes as Hawkeye leaned across the table.

“I’m Hawkeye. We met earlier but you were tired.” He told her.

“Hawkeye? Like Last of the Mohicans? ” Stevie asked. Trapper could see Hawkeye’s eye light up. He just knew that him and BJ would be subjected to more of his “not crushing” on Stevie in the days to come.

“Exactly,” He smiled at her and Frank groaned.

“Now, don’t you be corrupting her like you did Hunnicutt!” Frank snapped.

“Can’t corrupt the corrupted,” Trapper laughed. Stevie shook her head and worked on trying to eat the food in front of her. “Even though, I think that the food will kill Ms. Captain here before we have a chance to corrupt her.”

“It’s not the worst food I’ve had,” Stevie explained. “But I’ve been to so many bases over my lifetime, I couldn’t tell you which was the best and worst.” She fiddled with the dog tags around her neck.

“Where is home then?” Hawkeye asked. “If you’ve been to so many places.”

“I was born in Cicero, Indiana, and lived there until dad got settled in the remodeled Fort Benjamin Harrison.”

“I’m from Fort Wayne!” Frank said excitedly. “Wait, where’s Cicero?” Stevie sighed.

“Anyway, we lived in Indiana until I was about one or two I think. I’ve probably been on at least 50 bases over my lifetime. But my favorite was California. The sun, the beach. But that’s all a story for another time.” She smiled and Hawkeye was sure that you could see his heart pounding out of his chest like in those Looney Tunes episodes. “Anyway, Major Houlihan, whenever you want to introduce me to the rest of the nursing team, I’m ready.”

“Don’t you want the rest of your oatmeal?” Trapper asked, poking at a white blob on her tray.

“That’s oatmeal?” Stevie asked. “I thought it was bad powered eggs.”

“Welcome to the 4077th,” Hawkeye laughed. “Where we have 1 star food and the ambient noise of gunfire to lull you to sleep.” Stevie gave him another smile before her and Margaret headed off to see the other nurses.

****

“I’ll have to apologize for Captain Pierce,” Margaret told Stevie as they headed towards the other nurses quarters. “He’s a good surgeon, but too cynical and a little too much of everything else. Especially for a first meeting.”

“He’s fine major,” Stevie smiled fondly. “He reminds me of someone.”

“Oh? A boyfriend back home or something?” Margaret quizzed.

“Not quite. He's a friend who's a boy and we flirt and all, but he's like the brother I never had and always wanted . ” Stevie sighed. “I still miss him a lot. Even though my dad doesn’t like me hanging out with sergeants”

“A sergeant?” Margaret asked.

“Well, I just call him a sergeant. Michael’s actually a sergeant major, but he wants to be a warrant officer so bad,” Margaret watched a sad smile make it’s way on Stevie’s face before she shook her head.

“Well, a sergeant major is almost an officer,” Margaret told her, patting her shoulder. “And a warrant officer is a lot of responsibility.”

“Yeah...” Stevie shook herself out of her homesickness, returning to her cheerful mood. “Come on. I’m ready to meet the girls.” Margaret returned her smile and went to get the nurses so Stevie could meet them.

****

“Earth to Hawkeye,” Henry waved his hand in front of Hawkeye’s face. “Hello.”

“What?” Hawkeye asked, turning his attention to the table in front of him. Radar, Klinger, BJ, Trapper, Henry, and himself were all gathered around the table for their poker game.

“Are you playing or not?” Trapper asked. “Or are you still daydreaming about Captain Holstead?”

“I’m not daydreaming about Stevie,” Hawkeye told them, throwing a couple chips into the pot.

“I had to kick him out because he kept talking about her goofy cute smile,” BJ told the group, causing Hawkeye to shoot a glare his way.

“Oh, it’s just a crush. Once she’s here for a few days, it’ll go away,” Henry told them. “Especially after he adds her notch to his bedpost.”

“What?” Radar asked. Klinger just patted his arm.

“We’ll tell you when you’re older,” Klinger laughed. Radar pulled his arm away.

“I think I’m old enough!” Radar’s voice squeaked a little, making all the guys smile.

“What Henry means is that Hawk will get a roll in the hay with Ms. Captain and then he’ll be back on his normal bullshit,” Trapper explained to Radar. “He’ll be drooling over her replacement when Hot Lips scares her so much that she would rather be at a front line aid station than here.”

“Oh shut up,” Hawkeye shook his head. “Let’s just play cards.” Radar, Klinger, Henry, BJ, and Trapper all exchanged looks. “What?”

“Nothing,” BJ shook his head. “I’m in.”

****

Attention! Incoming wounded! Let’s do this folks!

Stevie stood in the OR with the other nurses. The corpsmen brought in a wounded soldier for each surgeon. Margaret went to stand by Frank, wanting to stand on the sidelines and see how Captain Holstead handled high paced surgery.

“Captain Holstead, assist Captain McIntyre,” Margaret told her. Stevie nodded and headed over to Trapper.

“Hey there sweetheart,” Trapper smiled at her under his mask. “I’m so glad I get to be your partner for your first dance.”

“I’ve assisted in several surgeries,” Stevie told him. “But this is a first at a MASH.”

“Then I’m glad I can be your first,” Trapper glanced up at Hawkeye, who was glaring.

“You wish Captain,” Stevie was smirking now. Trapper chuckled.

“Can I get some quiet in here?!” Frank yelled.

“Yeah Frank. Quiet,” Hawkeye shot back.

The time in the OR seemed to fly by as Stevie worked with Trapper. She seemed to be channeling her inner Radar, being able to get Trapper what he needed before he even asked her. Eventually, the wounded stopped coming and everyone stripped out of their blood stained scrubs.

“So, how was she?” Margaret pulled Trapper aside to speak to him about Stevie. Captain Holstead was otherwise preoccupied with BJ.

“She was magnificent in every sense of the word,” Trapper told her. “I wouldn’t mind seeing how she could be as a partner in other areas.”

“Oh you pervert!” Frank shook his head.

“I was meaning euchre Frank,” Trapper shook his head. “We have some very dirty minded people in this camp.” He laughed and headed out.

“I’d love to see pictures of her,” Stevie told BJ. She had gotten him talking about Peg and Erin, and he hadn’t been able to stop. “Her and your wife just sound so cute.”

“They are,” BJ nodded. “I’m going to call it a night, but I have plenty of pictures in the Swamp I can show you.”

“I’d love that,” She smiled at him and ran her fingers through her hair. “Well, I’ll see you later. I want to wash some of this blood off before I have Post OP duty.”

“Got you pulling that already?” BJ laughed. “Must have pissed someone off.” He smiled. “Goodnight Stevie.”

“Goodnight BJ,” She waved goodbye to the doctor before turning to scrub at her hands. Hawkeye threw his dirty laundry in the bag to be sanitised before heading over to where Stevie was. Frank and Margaret looked at each other before making their way over as well.

“You did well Captain Holstead,” Margaret complimented her, a rare event that most nurses didn’t get to see. “I hope you keep it up.”

“Yes major. I won’t let you down.” Stevie nodded. “Goodnight.” Margaret smiled before leading Frank out. “So, how long have those two been tangoing?” Stevie asked Hawkeye, not even looking up at him.

“That obvious?” Hawkeye asked, leaning up against the wall to watch her.

“Reminds me of some of the going ons back in Seoul,” Stevie told him. “I’m guessing one of them is married?”

“Frank’s married to who we assume is a hostage, Margaret’s married to the Army,” Hawkeye laughed. “What about you? Partner? Kids?”

“I haven’t even had as much of a dog,” Stevie sighed. “Dad said they were just too much trouble. And I haven’t been in one place for long enough to have any serious relationships.” She tried off her hands and headed towards the Post OP for her evening rounds, surprised to see Hawkeye following her.

“I’m on night duty,” He told her. “Do you want some coffee or anything?”

“I’m okay for right now captain,” Stevie told him, walking through the rows of beds, looking at the wounded and resting servicemen. Part of her was scared that she would look at these faces and see one of the faces of her friends she had made over the years. But Michael was in Seoul the last she knew; Saul had gone to England for his grandmother’s funeral, and she didn’t see him coming back any time soon; Bill, no, his name was Axl, had been sent home and threatened to run to Canada if they ever tried to pull him back; and Izzy had switched to the Air Force with dreams of flying planes the way he raced cars, fast.

“You can call me Hawkeye,” He told her, taking his seat at the desk in the corner. He put his feet up on it and watched Stevie walk around, checking on the charts. “So, do you know any of them?”

“Who?” Stevie looked at him.

“The Rockettes,” Hawkeye laughed. “The soldiers.” Hawkeye waved a hand to indicate what he meant.

“Oh, no,” She shook her head and took a seat at the desk with him. “Thankfully, I don’t. But I know that won’t last long.”

“What makes you say that?” Hawkeye asked.

“Some of these kids can’t afford to get sent home. If their injuries aren’t bad enough, they’ll let some officer tell them how great Army life is, promise them things that won’t ever come to them, and the cycle repeats itself.” Stevie sighed.

“Lots of experience with that?”

“I know four guys that I’ve met at different bases over the years,” Stevie explained. “Only one of them didn’t let himself be convinced by the military to stay. He went back to Indiana, saying he’d rather take his chances with his asshole stepfather than be in the military one more day.”

“You know, for you to be regular army, you don’t have a very high opinion of it,” Hawkeye put his feet on the ground and leaned forward. “Like, I know why I hate it. But why do you?”

“I don’t hate it,” Stevie told him. “I just resent it.”

“Oh? Do tell?” Hawkeye smiled at her. Stevie laughed a little.

“Maybe some other time,” she got up. “Don’t want to give all my secrets away on the first day. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have my rounds to make.”

#the generals daughter #mash #motley crue #guns n roses #fanfiction

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 110 prt 2

They hadn’t had that discussion...

“As smoothly as things are at the moment, I would still prefer you remained in Platt, at least during the night. You may visit, but I have noticed you’re particularly clingy to Keith right now. I think staying with him will help continue to keep your hormonal and emotional levels stabilised. You react strongly to touch and scent”

“Should I be taking off work?”

Lance shook his head quickly

“Babe, I’ll be okay. I know you want to be with me, but you’ll lose track of everything if your focus is on me alone...”

“I don’t want you alone if it isn’t good for you”

Coran chuckled at the pair of them

“Lance doesn’t like to be smothered, even by you. He’s very stubborn like that. I’ll check the schedule with Kolivan, he’s been forced to swallow his pride over the stalling in the search for Sendak. I’m sure if he was made aware...”

“No!”

It wasn’t a yell, but it wasn’t not a yell. More like a very heated and very solid “No way in hell”. Lance sighing softly at him, a sigh that told him they’d be having a serious talk about this later. Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose. Coran looking almost confusidly alarmed. Mami still watching the black blob on the screen. Keith’s gaze dropping to his feet. He didn’t want special treatment... that so ingrained in him that it made it hard to be honest

“We’re waiting. Until things settle down, we’re waiting...”

“Keith is right. It’s not like we’re not going to tell them, but for now we’re doing what’s right for us. We want to wait and grow a bit more confident over what’s happening”

This is why he had Lance. Lance translated his stupid words into something other people got. The baby might be there now, but he just... He was a feeling a lot of things he couldn’t verbalise. Excited. Proud. Shaken. Drained. Slightly horny... Proud. Worried. A lot of things. Rubbing the back of Keith’s hand with his thumb, Lance drew his gaze back to him. His boyfriend smiling at him, expression filled with love and wonder. He felt kind of chicken shit for being more scared of a baby than a vampire

“It’s okay, Babe. You don’t need to look so sad. I’m okay, and this little one is still there. Soooo, Mami, what do you think?”

Lance effortless took the attention off him and he was grateful

“I think that old Colleen has nothing with her new great-great-grandson. Not when my baby boy is going to be a father. Oh, I can’t wait to rub this in her face”

“Mami... Seriously, who knew nursing homes could be so competitive. Next you’ll be taking bets”

Mami laughed as she patted Lance’s hand. Shiro took the bait

“If we’re taking bets, I’m betting on a boy”

Lance laughed then cut himself off, moving his hand to his belly

“Oh, god. Don’t make me laugh... Coran, are you nearly done?”

“A few more clicks... Hmm... a betting pool isn’t a bad idea”

“Put me down for a girl. Call it mother’s intuition”

Shiro nodded, pulling out his phone

“We’ve got a boy from Coran. A girl from Miriam. Sorry, Miriam, I’ll side with Coran on that one... Two for a boy... Keith, what should I put you down for?”

Keith didn’t know... either would be adorable if they took after Lance...

“Don’t tease him like this. We don’t mind as long as their healthy”

“You two are no fun. Shall we say $50 to winner? Or split the pot?”

“I’ll be happy to take your money... don’t go leaving town before you pay up”

Mami was ruthless, Shiro snorting with laughter. Lance squirming again

“Guys, seriously. Not cool”

Coran apologetic as he clicked the mouse connected to the ultrasound machine

“I’m sorry, Lance... give me... okay, there we go... all done”

Lance let out a long breath of relief, starting to sit up, despite his belly still covered in gel, the moment Coran pulled the wand off

“Thank God for that... sorry, Mami... I just really need to pee”

Mami didn’t mind, she probably understood. From the movies Keith knew pregnant people seemed to need to pee a lot

“Off you go. Why don’t you take Keith with you?”

“Yes, why don’t you two have a few moments to process today’s scans while I clean up here. Off you boys go”

It felt like they’d been evicted as they headed to the locker room, Lance striding in ahead of him, leaving Keith to drag his steps so his boyfriend could have some privacy peeing. When he finally made it into the shower/toilet area, Lance had locked himself away in a cubicle, Keith wondering if it was weird as he stood outside the door

“Babe?”

“I’m all good... this lube stuff is seriously sticky”

Keith snorted. Lance didn’t love sticky things but seemed perfectly fine with it during sex

“Want help?”

“Nah... hold on”

Opening the door, Lance was rubbing at his belly with a wad of toilet paper

“See, almost all gone. God... I really needed to pee. Next time I’m waiting before drinking that water... I felt like I was going to burst when Coran pressed on my stomach”

“I’m sorry”

“What are you apologising for? You’re not the one with a bladder that decided it needed to be pea sized today”

Keith shrugged, stepping back out the way, Lance slipping past him, throwing the toilet paper in the bin before washing his hands

“I don’t know. I don’t like you being uncomfortable”

“Babe, I’m fine. Crisis adverted... How are you? You didn’t say much, but you’ve still got tears in your eyes”

“It was kind of amazing... I guess...”

His boyfriend huffed at him, crossing to close the distance between them before pulling him into a hug

“More than amazing. I’m okay and the baby is too”

“I’m sorry... it’s just... I’m still scared”

“That’s why you asked about the heartbeat. It doesn’t really feel like this ball of cells is going to be an actual person”

“I’m still scared it’s not going to be”

Lance nuzzled into his neck

“I know, but... it’s... we can still be happy, you know. I know we over think things, but Coran isn’t messing around”

“No... sounds like he did enough of that when he was younger”

Lance laughed, raising his head to shoot a brilliant smile at him

“That he did... but good news, us messing around won’t hurt this little one. Before you say it, I know you want to wait, but honestly I feel so happy right now I want to cry that I’m about to jump up”

Keith was not prepared. Lance jumping up and looping his legs around his waist had him stumbling into the closest sink. Laughing happily, Lance clang to him, Keith not even grumpy about the lack of warning as his boyfriend dived in to kiss him. Several long kisses later, Lance pulled back enough to lap at the blood beading on Keith’s lips

“I love you, Keith Kogane”

“I love you, too, Lance Bratty-Arse McClain”

Lance’s happiness was infectious. Keith grinning up at Lance, his hands supporting his boyfriend by his arse

“Good. Because you and me, we made a baby, and it honestly feels like things are looking up... like a whole baby, babe... we did that... I was so worried trying to think of what to say if today hadn’t gone well... and I know I’m getting ahead of myself...”

“Babe, shut up, I get it. You’re happy”

“Very... and cold. This place is freezing...”

Keith snorted. The shower area wasn’t that cold. Lance was being a baby

“That’s because you’re like an ice block”

“Am I at least a cute one?”

“Very... but I don’t know if I should be feeding your ego. 6 weeks is still really early”

“Mhmm... but for now, can we just be kind of really in awe...”

“Can I be shocked? I’m still really fucking shocked”

Lance laughed at him. God. He felt like it’d been too long since Lance was jumping into his arms happily

“I am too. I don’t know why I decided to leap up on you, but I feel really good that this little one is okay. Should I get down?”

“Nah, you’re fine... I feel like you haven’t been smiling much lately”

“I feel like I didn’t have as much to smile about... just wait until the embarrassment kicks in...”

“For jumping on me?”

“For letting myself be happy. Are you happy? Are you okay? I’ve been all about me and today hit you hard”

“I’ve been... better... but I feel better knowing the scan was good”

“That’s good. You always stress so much. You’re going to get wrinkles way too young”

The way Lance pout at him made him want to kiss him all over again. Which was playing with fire... Once the relief had worn off, and he was back to feeling himself, he’d have to reassess how he felt over being intimate

“And you’re a brat. What happened to the 45 year old dressed in seven layers?”

“Coran heated the office. Rose my core temperature... but you’ll snuggle with at home, keep me warm, right?”

“Depends. You were fucking freezing when you came back to bed”

“Mmm, but you were nice and warm... Wanna go home and watch the scan again? The two of us? Pidge wants me to call again, but right now that’s what I want to do...”

That sounded nice

“Sure... provided you behave long enough to get home”

“I always behave. It’s the snow that’s out to get me, not the other way around”

“Right... I’m pretty sure snow is older than your old arse”

Keith regretted the words as soon as he saw Lance’s face fell. His boyfriend climbing out of his arms to wrap his arms around his waist in a self hug

“Babe... I was joking”

“But that’s the thing... maybe I am too old? And what do we tell them when they notice I don’t age? I’m old... like way older than you... you could be happier with...”

Nope. Grabbing Lance, Keith pulled him back

“I shouldn’t have said it like that. I like you, and you’re not that old”

Lance raised his right hand to rub at his eyes, he wasn’t wearing his glasses today. His boyfriend really wanted to see the scan clearly

“I’m 45... most people have kids your age... and... I know you were joking. I do... but it’s something I’ve been thinking about. Fuck. Here I was lecturing you and now I’m... I’m sorry”

“It bothers you a lot, doesn’t it?”

He’d been careful with the grey hair jokes because he knew Lance still held a lot of sensitivity over them... Making a mental joke, he was going to have to avoid age jokes all together for now

“Yeah... I was trying not to think about it... but like, I don’t get older... and I hate it so much... I know you’re okay with it, but it’s something I’m not okay with... throw it in with my body changing and it’s... yeah... Sorry. Can we go home now?”

The change in Lance just about gave him whiplash

“You know I don’t care about that... You’re still you”

Lance hardly acted his age, unless he needed to. He was so full of love and life... Keith liked the man inside the body... though the body was pretty smoking hot

“I do... I mean. I know. It hit me again out of nowhere... I think... maybe I’m going to have some problems with it until I settle down. I’m like so relieved they’re okay that it’s not even funny”

“Me too. Do you want to get anything on the way home?”

“Nah... I just... I just want to watch the scan alone with you... I love Mami and I love Shiro and Coran, but I want to watch you watch it again...”

“Why? What did I do?”

“You were crying but you were smiling... I really love it when you smile”

Keith’s heart went funny as he ducked his head. Only Lance could make him feel like this... and feel braver about that letter

“When we get home, there’s something I want... I need you to see with me”

“Is it bad?”

“I don’t know, but I think I’ve left it long enough”

“Alright, Mullet. Let’s go... I feel pretty rude leaving but I need some alone time with you right now”

Mami had come for the scan and sure, Keith liked her, but Lance and their baby came first. Besides, the scan was over... He wasn’t letting Lance go out in this weather on those slippery roads. His heart had enough trouble letting Shiro drive around

“Yeah. Funnily enough I do to”

#oncebittentwicestupid #once bitten twice stupid #ashratherose

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devil-kindred · 4 years

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death stranding adventures- final

I finished Death Stranding!

A recap on the events through the end of the game + my thoughts as they occurred below the cut! Beware spoilers if you haven’t played the game!

- left port knot with the order for fragile and found myself looking at a sea of the blob BTs- not exactly a joyous moment. I finally figured out why they look familiar though! They resemble the Portuguese man o’war! Which makes sense in keeping with the beached/aquatic creature theme given: the fish that show up after you defeat the catchers, the catchers themselves, THE WHALE, the little floating crabs, etc. The lions don’t fit the theme obviously, but I chalk that up to them being more of a Higgs thing? Since he’s the reason you encounter one in the first place.

- I got Sam through the floating BT minefield without too much trouble by hugging the moutainside and using the rifle to take out the ones that were closest to make a path. After that, there was a brief reprieve and then I had to fight a catcher BT. Did that then the normal BTs appeared once I progressed a little further. Made it past that, then rushed through mule territory and then, more BTs. This time 4-5 lion BTs (i don’t remember which but I know it was more than 3 because I thought I was done and then about got Sam stomped on by the one that I missed). Finally finished that and got a TON of chiral crystals for my trouble which was admittedly kinda nice, though my thoughts were mostly “please just let me finish this delivery T_T” by that point.

- Continued the trek to the Capitol Knot City and noticed the sky had changed from a color I refer to as “tornado green” to this very ominous red shade. Not a good sign, followed by rumbling noises that made a even worse sign. Nearly to the city gate (as in maybe the length of one of the bridges you can build level close) and then. A whale. Falls. Out of the sky. ._. Guessed it was time for round whatever number I was on at this point and once again, Sam with the standard reaction to weird BTs goes “what the fuck”. My thoughts exactly at this point.

- Climbed onto whatever thing that emerged from the tar was closest and then clambered onto a building that appeared. Was helped once again (as I was with the previous fights) by a ghostly Sam that lobbed all sorts of neat useful things my way, most importantly two grenade launchers and a multi rocket launcher. Thank you ghostly Sam! I would’ve been doomed without your help. Defeated the whale, collected more chiral crystals, then FINALLY made it to capitol knot.

- Delivered the items to Fragile who looked... really not well. I was concerned there was going to be another loss, but Sam waved a cryptobiote in front of her face and she woke up. Prior to Sam walking up to he, Mama/Lockne ran over and tried to hug him which Sam was (understandably) having absolutely none of but at least he was kinda gentle when he stopped her.

- They explained the whole thing that happened and how Fragile was essentially bounced back from Amelie’s beach and that she wanted Sam to go to her. So they have a long convo about how Sam needs to go and has to find a way to stop her, but also understand that he might not be able to come back. Pretty sobering, but ok. He and Fragile do the forehead touch (which I know helps but it’s so cute, I can’t) and she tells him to picture Amelie’s beach and feel the connection to her. Fragile does the same “I know you love her” thing as the first time and Sam gets sent over to the beach. Fragile looked very sad, chiral allergy tears aside. Which, given that she probably considered him a friend by this point, fits since there’s no guarantee he’ll come back let alone be able to stop Amelie.

- Elsewhere, on Amelie’s beach things are... not looking good. There’s dead sea creatures everywhere, the water’s red, and the sun thing looks like it’s going to turn everything on the beach into smoldering ashes any second. Sam finally finds Amelie after running around for a while and she reveals she’s an EE, which he already technically knew thanks to Higgs. Amelie explains a bunch of stuff and tells Sam to make a choice: stay with her and watch the world end (no thanks) or stop her. Sam pulls the gun which does no good and upon following her, gets a prompt to hug her. He does and they both get super emotional (which is in turn making ME get emotional) and then Amelie shoves him away.

- Sam plummets into the ocean and somehow gets bounced back to his own beach. Where he’s blue? For some reason. I don’t think it’s a tint because everything else on the beach looked the same colors it always was in prior sequences. He’s the only thing that’s not. Which, there is a reason for I’m sure. Anyways.

- Cue running along the beach for eternity a good while with Sam stopping every so often to sit down and catch his breath as well as reflect on what Amelie told him. Which was a lot. She explained that she and Bridget are one and the same, a separation of Ka and Ha that managed to coexist. She also says she got bored of waiting for the end and decided to bring about the extinction early and, while I can understand that’s her purpose as an EE, way to say fuck humanity I guess.

- In between more running and resting, it’s revealed that Sam is the BB Cliff (aka Mr. Combat Veteran) was looking for. His son. (Which you find out kinda after fighting him for the third? time.) Sam was apparently an experiement and a potential sacrifice (man this game gets dark fast) for something. Die-Hardman- aka John- told Cliff as much in less words and instructed him to take his son and run. Cliff does and bad things ensue when he gets cornered. John/Die-Hardman was given the order to shoot Cliff and when he refused to Bridget/Amelie made him, quite literally, by grabbing his hand and making him pull the trigger. My thought process during these has bacially centered around “wow Bridget is awful” but add the swearing of your choice to that sentence. Basically, I do not feel charitable towards Ms. Extinction Entity.

- Cliff took BB Sam out of the pod at some point and when Bridget shot him via using John/Die-Hardman as a puppet, she also shot BB Sam. Upon realizing this, she freaks out. Which is understandable given that she just killed a man and a baby. But what did she think was going to happen? That Cliff would throw his teeny baby son across the room when she pulled the trigger? What exactly was her expectation here?

- So BB Sam died and went to the beach. Or was it his own beach? They all start to blur together a little after a while. Amelie finds the BB, which is blue because it’s not breathing (ooh hey maybe that’s why adult Sam is blue? ... but my understanding is when Fragile jumped him to Amelie’s beach, all of him went— not just his soul. So maybe not? Is it symbolic? Am I just looking too hard into this?) and does infant cpr (I think?) and lo and behold, BB Sam is brought back to life! She tells him she knows the way home and puts him in the ocean. & in upsetting the balance of life and death, she made him a repatriate

- Once again back on the beach, Sam decides he’s had enough of being stuck there and remembers the gun and Amelie’s words that “a gun won’t help you here but it still has a role to play” and decides to use it as a way to end the beach cycle. There’s a click and then the title “Death Stranding”. I was very confused at first and just kind of stared at the tv like “that’s it? All that for—“ and then a little button prompt showed up on the bottom with the words “reconnect with the living”. Push the button and oh look, Sam’s still alive (Which is very much a joyous moment for me as a concerned player)! He tries again a few times and realizes it doesn’t work, then hears a very familiar song. Following the sound he finds little BB handprints in the sand and following those leads him to some familiar voices.

- Amelie/Bridget shows up again, this time in white as opposed to her signature red (i know there’s symbolism in that change, maybe rebirth? or just signifying that she’s trying to be on humanity’s side of things this time around?) and tells him that he still has ties to the living and then points at the five figures floating in the sky⏤ presumably meant to represent Deadman, Mama, Lockne, Heartman, and Lou. Or is it Deadman, Mama/Lockne, Heartman, Lou, and Die-Hardman? Following that, various voices belonging to those mentioned above remark that they can see him and just need to bring him back. Sam winds up in the ocean again (i’m finishing up this post almost a week after beating the game so my memory is tad iffy on the exact way things happened) and is greeted with the sight of Deadman holding Lou in her little pod while he’s got his hand around Sam’s ankle.

- They manage to bring him back to the land of the living and what follows is a fair amount of cutscenes. In the absence of Bridget/Amelie/Samantha ‘America’ Strand (the woman who never existed), Die-Hardman takes up the mantle of president (good for him!). He reveals his face to the crowd (and presumably everyone watching from... wherever they may be) and starts talking about the unsung hero none of this would’ve been possible without... which is about the time Sam, who’s been hanging out in the very back of the room (mood), decides to bail (also a mood). He slows a little when Die-Hardman says the hero doesn’t need to be named, they all know who it is and they’re all for grateful for their efforts. He keeps walking and exits into the hall and wow, BRIDGES buildings are a lot bigger than you’d think from looking at the outside which is large in general but inside is... a lot.

- Deadman catches up with him and drops some information about Die-Hardman aka John. Which I think Sam already knew due to the sequence while trapped on the beach but oh well. Sam continues down the hall and tries to pass Die-Hardman who appeared from somewhere? I’m going to guess parts of the facility loop or there was a change in scenery and I just wasn’t paying enough attention. He confesses information about his past, including how he got his name, and kinda has an emotional breakdown which made me very sad for him and increased the number of times i cried while playing this game. Sam gives Die-Hardman/John back his gun and repeats Amelie/Bridget’s words and leaves.

- Sam goes to leave the building and runs into Deadman again who hands over Lou’s pod and... Lou’s dead. Which was very depressing and the knowledge of which hurt. A lot. Deadman tells him to take Lou to the incinerator and takes Sam’s cuffs offline while giving some useful information: his location is undetectable by BRIDGES while his cuffs are offline and they will automatically reconnect to the network when he uses the incinerator. Sam nods, gives Deadman a hug and tells him “thanks for everything”. Which is more than a thank you, it’s a good-bye and kojima has now broken my heart into five billion pieces. Sam departs, gets out the big door, and... oh hey, Fragile!

- They chat briefly, during which she reveals that she’s carrying on her father’s legacy and that Fragile Express now has a private contract with BRIDGES and they’re the first independent company to have it. Good for them! She comments on Lou (I think) and remarks that he at least shouldn’t need an umbrella. Then asks him if he’d work for her. Sam says no and explains how he felt when he first began his journey and reveals he still feels that way (and now i’m even more sad! let’s take the five billion pieces that are my heart and just shove them in blender at this point, why not!). Fragile is upset and I think she tried to stop him again but he left anyways.

- Thus begins the trek to the incinerator with BB’s Theme playing on the way there (it’s a wonder i could even see the tv at this point as the ending just keeps hammering the sad nail home). Finally made it to the incinerator taking the same path I did on the first visit (thanks Igor for the tools!) and Sam enters the building, takes off his cuffs and sets both those and Lou’s pod down on the incinerator before he remembers Deadman’s words. He snatches Lou’s pod back just in time and the slab descends into the floor, the doors seal shut, and turn his cuffs into ashes. It’s revealed that Sam took Lou out of the pod and not much has changed. He tries infant cpr and hearing his words the entire time literally had me sobbing. Sam says “come on baby’ and he’s crying (i’m crying and now the blended pieces of my heart are being run over by a steam-roller) until he finally gives up... and then... Lou lives! There are a bunch of baby BT’s floating nearby in the incinerator which is a little concerning, but hey Lou’s alive! Sam cradles little Lou to his chest and she’s so tiny⏤ her little skull is barely the size of his palm! Anyways, Sam and Lou walk outside and it starts to rain... but the sun is shining, the rain causes no harm to him or Lou (or Sam’s clothing) and a rainbow appears. The first normal rainbow in the entire game. Which is a good sign, I think? The title screen appears once more and woo! I beat the game!

This was a very unique and fun game, and I can honestly say I enjoyed every minute of it. Between the music, the environment, the characters, and all the lore you can uncover by reading Sam’s mail... it was an amazing experience. I still have some trophies I’m missing and I think I only need 10 more to platinum the game so I’ll be playing chapter 15 for a little while longer. Plus I want to rebuild all the roads + find all the memory chips. I do want to replay the game in it’s entirety sometime just to see what i pick up on ahead of time the second go-around. And, while I may have beat the game, this is going to be another one of my forever fandoms. I don’t have much contributed right now, but I hope to have more things posted soon now that I know the whole story. if anyone ever wants to chat about the game, fic, or anything, feel free to send me a message!

#ds adventures #death stranding spoilers #siren yells into the void #death stranding

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shyeehaw · 5 years

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Your open again? Can I request Javier or Charles getting a cold and their S/O takes care of them?

Hey friend! Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy it 🥰💚

Charles

He is the kind of person that rarely gets sick, but when he does, oh dear…

Charles is in a constant sniffling state, but still working around camp.

“Charles, you need to rest or you won’t get better.”

But he won’t listen, you’ll search for him on the bedroll you left him seconds ago and won’t find him.

Because he’s carrying the heaviest haystack around.

This will go on for a few hours, you’ll bring him tea and Charles will be fixing the wheel of the coach.

Rest? He doesn’t know what that means, sorry.

Until he goes out to hunt! And his sneezes alert every animal within a mile.

Because you can only imagine how loud a man that big sneezes.

After this, he finally gives in and allows you to help him.

You fetch him water to keep him hydrated, and he’s forever grateful because what started as a common cold now is worse for not resting earlier.

When he gets a fever you stay by his side, placing a wet cloth on his forehead.

“That feels good, thank you Y/N”

The fever gets him talking more than usual, which is kinda funny (worrying?)

“I was hunting the other day… and where the rabbits go, Y/N? They hide in the hole thing?”

You two nap the whole day, or at least after you are done with your chores.

When he complains of a sore body and headache you find the perfect excuse to offer him a massage.

Ending it with a kiss on his temples.

Overall an easy patient to take care of, I mean, after he agrees to.

In the end, he’s glad that he didn’t pretend anymore.

And lately, you could swear that he almost gets a bit happy when he has a cold.

Javier

Javier, on the other hand, becomes a blob, he won’t get up and will want to sleep the whole day.

“But Javier, you need to eat something.”

“Ay no! Everything hurts.”

It’s cute in a dramatic sort of way.

He has no problem in having a rest, so when he’s sick and it’s the expected thing to do, he will indulge in it.

But just you wait until someone Micah makes fun of him for being whiny.

He’ll get up on a jump and put his knife against their neck. Or worse… sneeze at them!

Then, he will go back to bed and be the adorable sick patient you were taking care of before.

He gets all excited when you bring him stew and make him some company.

Will get very sad by learning that he can’t play the guitar or his head feels like it’s about to explode.

“Amor, don’t stay too close, I look disgusting.”

But even if he coughs every two minutes and has a stuffed nose you can’t see him as nothing else but adorable.

It breaks your heart when his handsome voice starts to fade, becoming just a thin sound.

“It’s not that bad, go on, gargle the salt water.”

Javier will give you a death glare for making him do that, but your gentle caress on his back will give him the courage to face that disgusting remedy.

While he burns with fever, you’ll have to pry the blankets off his hands, because he will complain of being too cold.

He get’s ridiculously bored after so many naps, and that’s when he turns all his attention to you.

By placing your lips on his forehead to check his temperature, Javier will pull you to bed with him.

Won’t hesitate to use his sickness to get kisses and cuddles.

Not that he needs to do this in order to get kisses but…

He feels terrible after, not only he spent all his energy making out with you and his body hurts…

But now you are sick as well! And it’s his fault!

Not that you care that much, you two can be useless together

#charles smith x reader #charles smith #charles x reader #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella #javier x reader #javier escuella headcanons #charles smith headcanons #writing requests <3 #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 x reader

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bapydemonprincess · 4 years

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I wanna see more Mey-rin!! Maybe some aftermath of her first time with Sebastian and Grelle? ;)

Oookay! I’m sorry this has taken so long to get to, but there were LOTS of other things on my mind XD;;; BUT I never forgot about this!! So here I go!! 🖤🖤🖤

Whatever time it was, didn’t really matter at the moment, as all the phantomhive maid knew was that she was so comfortable waking up in bed, despite her foggy brain briefly remembering she was still naked under the covers and why she was naked.

Opening her eyes allowed blurry but still pretty sunlight to greet her, as well as the movements of one tall white blob in the corner of her vision. There was only one thing this blob could be that came to mind... and it only made Mey-rin start to blush with returning memories...

Oh curse my eyes, She thought, still staring on as secretly as she could without moving an inch. Come on, come on.. move a bit further away... move a biiit furtheer-

“I can tell you’re awake, you know, dear.” Sebastian simply threw out, while clearly still busy getting dressed. “With my heightened senses I could sense when your heart rate picked up a faster pace, signalling not only that you were no longer asleep,” And then the blurry form turned, likely back towards the bed, and stepped closer. “But that you were watching and enjoying the view as well.” He finished in a purr as his form lowered, bending to her eye level.

“Am I correct?” Sebastian asked unnecessarily in a more hushed tone, staring back at her with a gorgeous face Mey-rin could barely make out. And it only lead the maid to pouting.

“Y-Yes...” She squeaked out, and tried to hide more of her face under the blanket.

But Sebastian was having none of it, chuckling and reaching out to stroke her likely frizzy morning bed hair, almost soothingly.

“I thought so.” He simply said, still quietly, and just continued for a moment to.. pet her.

Mey-rin sighed, eyes closing again against her will. Oh goodness, she could get used to this.

“There, you keep resting now.” Sebastian’s voice came again, still that soft calming tone. So close to her now. “You will need it.” And then Mey-rin felt a light quick touch to her head. A kiss???

Before Mey-rin could ask what he meant by that, though, a long, low hum and groan came from behind her, and likely from her other bed mate who had also been sleeping.

“Ohhh, that sounds like some good advice, Bassy dear.” Grelle Sutcliff mumbled, voice groggy and most definitely cute, as she made a bit of a clamor moving and shifting in the Phantomhive Butler’s bed that they’d all ended up in the the rest of yesterday evening. Next thing Mey-rin knew, her little naked form was enveloped in big warm arms from behind and dragged closer in bed to the amorous reaper, who started stroking her bare side with one hand, the other following Sebastian’s example and going for her hair. Why was that so popular today?!

Mey-rin couldn’t help giggling a little while her entire face was BOILING HOT. “G-Good morning, Miss Sutcliff!!” She squeaked out.

“Good morning, my little darling.” The reaper purred right by her ear and then took a little love nip.

“Now Grelle, take it easy, I’m not quite sure Mey-rin’s body is entirely healed.” Sebastian warned, despite giving his red reaper an endearing look, knowing she really couldn’t help it, and sort of.. understanding himself now as he looked on at Mey-rin squirming in her clutches and grinning so wide. Oh, he’d never really paid attention to the maid’s adorable facial features until now... It was almost contagious. Sebastian put a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat to hide the smile wanting to spread over his visage, and also feeling a bit of heat come forth into his high cheeks.

“H-healed? I’m- I’m okay, I think!” Mey-rin squeaked, blinked and then squinted up at Sebastian, clearly getting bothered by her current inability to see the man.

“Ahhh, but that’s where you’re likely wrong, love!” Grelle chirped, quickly giving Mey-rin’s confused and flustered face a few smooches. “You had quite the experience last night after all! Going not one, not two but THREE rounds with a demon and a reaper! And oh, wasn’t it your first time as well?”

“Umm, uh, we-well um.. I- um... m... maybe..?” Mey-rin once again squeaked out, looking like she suddenly wanted to jump off the bed and hide under it. Her hands instinctively went to cover her face.

“It was indeed,” Sebastian simply confirmed, voice low but not in the whispering way of before, but more of that deep panther like voice Mey-rin recalled instantly coming out a few times last night.. “Which is quite surprising given how well she managed, don’t you agree, rufina?” He was absolutely being smug now.

“Mmmmhmmm,” Grelle replied, her tone going as high as it could before a giggle tumbled out and the chaotic woman was practically trying to pull Mey-rin into so they could become one or something. “I was absolutely delighted with how much of a natural my Mey Mey was in bed. Oh, you gave me such a turn, love!”

Mey-rin was trying to counter argue in some way, somehow, while still hiding her face, when the bed dipped and both women still in the bed went quiet as the butler clearly approached. Like a big cat lazily padding over the mattress, he was coming back in before he put on his dress shoes for the day, and reached over to first give Grelle a long awaited kiss, and then tried to gently pull Mey-rin’s hands off so he could do the same to her as well. All the while, mumbling out “Come now, be reasonable.” with that still very low and playful tone.

Finally Mey-rin relented, letting Sebastian pull her hands away, and smiling even though she still couldn’t make out his face.

“Ah,” Sebastian paused just before her lips, and then turned suddenly around!

“Whuh??” Mey-rin peeped, and practically felt Grelle laughing behind her.

“So cruel Bassy! I thought you’d’ve softened up by now!”

“Oh hush, I was merely retrieving her spectacles so she could actually see who was kissing her.”

“As if she could ever mistake your kisses for another! Give a girl more credit, Sebas!”

Mey-rin was giggling now. Oh how she loved these two... Wait, what??

Before she could dwell on that revelation though, her glasses were being gently pushed onto her face, and suddenly everything was clear.

“There, that’s better,” Sebastian commented, before holding the side of her rosie face and giving her a strangely tender kiss. Well, strange only because she still was getting used to this side of the butler.

And then as soon as he released her, Grelle was taking her face and making her twist around to face her too in bed. “My turn!” She claimed unabashedly before diving in.

Oh.. oh these kisses...! They were making Mey-rin’s head spin and her tummy get bubbly, like it had last night..!

But then Grelle was pulling away now too. Her bright big green eyes shimmering like summer grass in the sun, her lips curled but not too much. It was like she was a bit calmer this morning. Which was hard to believe, but Mey-rin was seeing it for herself!

“I’m sad to say I cannot stay for much longer, dears. That old cold statue of a man will surely give me a unnecessary scolding if I remain MIA.” She sighed and there was a building tone of true, honest to goodness sadness in her tone and look.

“I-I’m sorry, Grelle! I wish there was somethin’ to do ‘bout that, yes I do!” Mey-rin automatically confessed, curling in and hugging her poor reaper tight.

“Oh, don’t say that, love.” Grelle cooed, cuddling her back. “I’ll never be able to part with you if you keep telling me these sweet things!”

“She has a point, though,” Sebastian sighed, moving in to also curl his arms around both women from Mey-rin’s opposite side. “I may be one hell of a butler, and a demon, but finding myself powerless against the laws of reaper-kind feels like true misery, rufina. You will be missed dearly.”

Grelle made a noise that sounded like she was sobbing, before she lifted her head and pulled back, and the two others found her still smiling.

“That’s enough of that!” She immediately snapped. “Bassy, you better take care of our human while I’m away, or I’ll be the one doing some DEADLY scolding when I return!”

Sebastian dipped his head as if giving a bow despite still laying down.

“You have my word, Miss Sutcliff.”

“And you!” Grelle cried, and swooped in to give the girl one more dramatic smooch.

When she pulled back, all she said was, “Keep an eye on him, poppet.” And winked.

Mey-rin had no time to even ask what that meant before both her new lovers were out of the bed and Grelle started rapidly dressing just as Sebastian had done. Good lord.. she must’ve become a master of redressing on the spot!

Click went Sebastian’s pocket watch as he closed it after having checked the time.

“Good, right on schedule.”

“As always,” Grelle remarked teasingly while slipping her big red jacket on.

“But of course, if I couldn’t do this much then--”

However, Sebastian stopped himself when he noticed Mey-rin trying to get up now.

“No, no no!” He suddenly was saying, voice surprisingly.. rushed. He’d swooped in to grab her naked form and seemed to try carefully putting her back into the bed! “That simply will not do, Mey-rin, dear.” He told her, even tucking her back in without batting an eye.

Mey-rin looked utterly confused. “Um, why not, Mr. Sebastian??”

“I told you earlier, your body needs to recover.”

This only made Mey-rin turn hot once more. “Is.. is it that bad?? Can’t I at least stand up and get dressed??”

“Not yet. I’d advise letting me prepare you a bath first.”

“Wh-what? A- A bath??” Mey-rin felt like she must still be dreaming! Maybe one of those classic fantasy dreams of hers...

“Ooooh, good show, love.” Grelle chuckled and clapped approvingly. “A nice hot soak is exactly what such a delicate little flower such as you need, Mey. It’ll help you recover from all that abuse your body took last night!”

Mey-rin huffed and still looked incredulous. “But I’ve been through some tough spots before in my life.. I think I can handle a little soreness.”

“Oh it’s much more than that, dear, trust me. You’re body needs to heal in places you’ve never had to even focus on before!” And the reaper gave the maid a wink.

Mey-rin just looked like she wanted to hide again. “O-oh, I see..”

After teasing the flustered human some more, Grelle finally said a final goodbye, blowing the two kisses before she leapt out the window as if it was the most normal way to leave a room.

And now, Sebastian and Mey-rin were alone.

Sebastian went straight for his personal bathroom and started the water, before coming back out and heading for his bedroom door.

“I’ll just be gone a moment to rile everyone and wake the young master. Please don’t try again to get up and get dressed, alright?” He sounded serious but still.. tender when he spoke to her once more, hand on the knob.

“Ah, a-alright, Mr. Sebastian, I-I’ll behave, yes I will!” Mey-rin merely squeaked out.

But Sebastian sighed at this, pulled his hand off the knob, and came back to her.

“Mey-rin,” He started, kneeling right beside the bed. “I need you to know.. I.. I highly enjoyed being with you last night. More so than I imagined.” He reached up and tucked some stray strands behind his ear, his mysterious red eyes only staying on hers. And now.. she could see him.

Sebastian Michaelis was blushing as he admitted these things, and giving Mey-rin the sweetest little normal smile she’d ever seen!

“I.. also am anxious to see how this all plays out, really. So please forgive me if I.. return to old habits. I still need to be a butler, and you a maid.”

Mey-rin started to smile back, and couldn’t help taking the chance to throw back, “Even though the butler is forcin’ the maid to stay in bed currently?”

Sebastian just turned even REDDER.

“It’s.. the principle of the thing,” He mumbled, looking to the side guiltily.

Oh my GOD he’s... HE’S ADORABLE LIKE THIS, YES HE IS! Mey-rin’s brain screamed out.

“Of course,” Was all she could say back, “Mr. Sebastian.”

Sighing, Sebastian reached out and gently glided his gloved hand over her side and hip.

“And ah, by the by, Mey-rin... You only need to call me that outside the bedroom.” He winked.

Oh bloody hell, nevermind.

There was still a LOT Mey-rin would have to get used to, it seemed.

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Rooftop Perspective (16)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Sad Babies

(Check the reblog for the links to the previous chapters!)

“Virgil!” Patton gave a happy squeal, running over to embrace Virgil in a tight hug. “Oh, I’m so sorry I worried you, kiddo!”

Virgil gave into the hug, happy to see that Patton was safe. He glanced up at Roman before turning slightly with Patton still in his arms. “Are okay? Are you being held here against your will?” He whispered to his friend.

“No, no!” Patton shook his head quickly, whispering as well. “It was all just a big misunderstanding….but are you?”

Virgil sighed in relief before shaking his head. “No, I’m the one who actually came to Logan. To get some help finding you. Glad to see I was worried for nothing.” Virgil pulled away from the hug, giving Patton a smile.

Roman cooed at their interaction. “Aww, you two are so cute!”

“Indeed.” For once, Logan found himself agreeing with his fellow Giant. Of course, to him, all that he saw was a pair of small blobs hugging.

“Thanks.” Patton giggled, looking up at both Giants. “But ah...maybe this is a good sign for us to get going.”

Roman hummed, but supposed he couldn’t really argue with Patton at this point. “I suppose you are right.” He turned to Logan. “You coming with or…?” He asked as he laid his hand out for Patton and Virgil to get on.

Virgil, instead of getting on, took a step back.

“It’s unwise for us both to go.” Logan argued, setting his own hand down closer to Virgil. “And considering you were the one holding a human captive, I believe it would be best if I returned them this evening.”

“But it wasn’t Roman’s fault!” Patton was quick to defend the Giant, feeling guilty. “I’m the one who fell asleep! Roman didn’t mean to keep me, he was just trying to be considerate and not wake me up.”

“Yeah!” Roman yelled, sending a quick smile to Patton. “So, I can return them home.”

Virgil winced at the loud shout and blinked, having already gotten into Logan’s hand to go along with his idea. He turned to Patton. “Come on, Pat.” He said quietly.

Patton shifted nervously on his feet, unsure. He didn’t know Logan very well, but he trusted Virgil’s judgement.

“Sorry, Roman.” Patton walked over to join Virgil, climbing on carefully.

Logan sighed softly, feeling pleased that this new human trusted him so much. He lifted the humans up, high enough so they reached that magical spot where objects became clear rather than pointless blobs. Logan inspected this new human, noticing so many differences between Patton and Virgil. Perhaps most noticeably, it seemed Patton had reflective circles to protect his face. How odd.

Patton grasped Virgil’s arm slightly, trying not to feel nervous as Logan brought them very close. Closer than Roman ever did, at least.

Roman deflated as he watched Patton climb onto Logan’s hand. “But...Patton…” He had thought they were friends..

Virgil held Patton close, warily looking at Roman in case he tried anything.

“Don’t worry, Roman!” Patton assured the Giant, hating to see Roman sad. “I’ll come back tomorrow, alright?”

“Ah…” Logan lowered his hand slowly, speaking up. He had been thinking about this for a while. “Actually, it is probably for the best if… you don’t come back.”

Roman went from a smile to a frown in under a second. “What? But why not!”

“This is becoming reckless.” Logan explained. “Whether by accident or not, you kept Patton. Certainly humans noticed his absence, including Virgil who managed to find my cave earlier today. We cannot risk more humans coming looking for us.”

“But…” Patton bit his lip. “But we’ll be careful! And Virgil and I won’t tell anybody, right Virgil?”

Virgil nodded. “I doubt anyone would believe us anyway.” He added, despite kind of agreeing with Logan’s point more than Patton’s.

Roman grinned. “See! It’s fine! Two humans knowing isn’t the end of the world!”

“Humans multiply.” Logan reminded him. “First it was just Patton, then Virgil came looking for Patton. It’s only a matter of time before more individuals grow suspicious and come looking for them both. Not to mention, if we both keep approaching the civilization we are bound to be spotted eventually. Rather than decide between us, perhaps the most civil compromise is cutting both ties.”

“Then I want to stay with Roman!” Patton protested, not wanting to miss what might be his last night to see his Giant friend.

Virgil looked at his friend sadly. “Pat…”

Roman hated to admit that he saw Logan’s point, but he did. He knew it was for the best but he didn’t want to never see Patton again. “Yes, Logan. If I am to never see Patton again, at least let me take him back home tonight.”

“...fine.” Logan agreed, setting his palm down on the table. “But we’ll have to space this out so as to make a minimal impact.”

Patton was quick to jump off Logan’s hand, dashing over towards Roman.

Roman grinned as he scooped Patton up, holding him close to his chest. “Of course. So the two of you can go first and we will go after you.”

Virgil did not really dig this whole splitting up thing. He just wanted the two of them safely back at home together. But he wasn’t about to argue with a giant. Or Patton.

“Alright.” Logan agreed, with only slight hesitation. This was his idea, after all. It was only fair.

...so why did he dread leaving so much?

“Bye, Virgil!” Patton called out as the two left, shaking the trees slightly. “See you at home!”

“Yeah...See ya.” Virgil hoped, at least.

As Logan and Virgil left, Roman sat down on his bed with a sigh. “I hate this. I don’t want to never see you again! You...You’re my only friend.” Roman admitted with downcast eyes.

“Oh, Roman…” Patton rubbed at Roman’s thumb, looking up at him sympathetically. This was so sad, he couldn’t just leave Roman to live in isolation again. “I don’t want to lose you, either! There has to be something we can do, some way to make this work that isn’t dangerous.”

“I don’t know...I hate to admit that Logan is right but he is. Being that close to town is...dangerous for us.” Roman sighed, subconsciously rubbing Patton’s side with his finger.

“But, it doesn’t seem fair.” Patton’s face fell. “You shouldn’t have to be all alone.”

Roman smiled down at Patton sadly. “Thank you, Patton but I suppose that is just the life of a giant…” Roman leaned back against the cave wall, moving to rub Patton’s back. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

“...me too.” Patton frowned, deep in thought.

Roman noticed this. “Whatcha thinking about Pat?”

“...What if I just came back anyways?” Patton asked. “By myself? Then you don’t have to come to town.”

Roman’s eyes widened at what Patton was suggesting. “Patton, you can’t. The forest is dangerous, full of rabid animals and...other creatures.” Roman bit his lip, wondering it had been a good idea to reveal that information but it was already too late. “They are no match for me, of course, and the dangers of the forest even tend to stay away from me but they would go after you in a heartbeat Patton.”

“But Virgil did it, and he was fine!” Patton protested, trying not to let fear deter him from his goal.

“Virgil is lucky to be alive then.” Roman murmured. He shook his head. “Patton, I wish we could. But I don’t want to see you hurt, or worse.” Roman tried to put on a smile. “But I’m sure this won’t be the last we see each other…” Roman said, trying to cheer them both up despite not believing his own words.

“No, it won’t be!” Patton shook his head, looking determined. “It- it can’t be. There’s no way I can just go back to class when I know you’re just sitting out here, all alone…” The thought made Patton so upset that tears began to collect in his eyes.

“Oh, Pat, please don’t cry.” He gently used his thumb to wipe away the human’s tears. “I’ll be alright. I’ve been alone for a long time, this isn’t anything new. I can handle it.” Whether those words were true or not after knowing Patton was to be discovered.

“No.” Patton insisted, Roman’s words only increasing the pressure in his chest. “No, I can’t. I won’t do it. If...if you have to stay out here, then I will too.”

“Pat…” Roman wanted nothing more than for Patton to stay with him but, “I can’t do that to you. You deserve to live a normal human life. One full of adventure and accomplishing your dreams. You can’t do that if you’re stuck here with me.” Roman sent Patton a soft look. “You have been a great friend Patton and I will never forget you...but I think it’s time for us to go. Before Logan comes back and makes us.”

Patton sniffed, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses. “...I don’t want to go.”

“I don’t want you to go either.” Roman would give anything to keep Patton with him but it wouldn’t be fair to Patton, no matter how much he said he wanted it. “Come on.” Roman stood up and headed outside. The moon was high up, indicating the middle of the night.

“Alright.” Patton tried to pull himself together, not wanting to upset Roman further.

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