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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Do you have any angsty headcannons of Damian Wayne

Sometimes I wonder if he has any insecurities about being the youngest and the fact that he's fifth (sixth? seventh?) in a long line of batkids who have already done pretty much anything he can think of. Blowing up the League of Assassins? Tim did that. Starting a superhero team? Sure, Damian's done that, but it's kinda derivative of his siblings'. Dying? That's literally Jason's whole schtick. With older siblings, he's gonna invariably end up with some hand-me-downs and it's a lot harder to carve his own unique identity.

He's over the whole "blood son" thing, but he can't help but feel a little jealous when Bruce talks so fondly about the others' Robin days, meanwhile Damian is still referred to as "having potential" and needing to work on this or that. It's like when your siblings have a bunch of trophies and you know you're just as capable, but you haven't been given the chance.

As Robin, everything he did was measured up against his siblings. Dick stuck the landing better. Tim was more careful with evidence. Steph decoded the riddle faster. Jason could take on twice as many goons. Though Damian tries to do things his own way, Robin never feels like something that's fully his.

Even though the Waynes can buy ten of everything, he still ends up with some of his siblings' stuff—Dick's sweatshirt, Jason's books, Tim's old camera. Damian can try and pretend they belong to him, but then he comes across a scribble in the margins or an old picture of Young Justice and it's a reminder that he's still tethered to the people who came before him.

And maybe that's why he still picks fights and gives people a hard time. At his age, he'll do anything it takes to stand out so someone notices him, and being difficult accomplishes that. As an immediate result, he gains individuality by being known as the Demon Brat. And because he gets that instant gratification, he keeps doing it over and over.

It's no secret that he and Tim aren't always on good terms. I think part of it has to do with Tim being the next closest predecessor and Damian has an easier time picking him apart compared to facing off against Dick or Jason. Because of that, though, I think Tim would be the first to pick up on why Damian is this way.

Do they communicate about it? Mmm not yet. This is the most emotionally stunted family we're talking about, so instead of indulging Damian's behavior, Tim flat-out ignores it and it's one of those instances where ignoring works because Damian stops, at least with him.

But then he moves on to Steph, but her tolerance is way lower than Tim's and she lets Damian know that. She straight-up tells him, "Hey, quit being obnoxious. It works now because people are going easy on you, but one day someone's gonna screw you up and you won't have a Batman to run to."

He doesn't really believe her because 1) he was never one to care what strangers think about him and 2) getting the job done was more important than being liked to him.

Cut to school being back in session. Damian mainly keeps to himself—partly to lay low, partly because he never got along with other kids before and didn't see the point in trying again. His grades are stellar and for the first month or so, teachers praise him all around for being a model student.

But that eventually slows down as his straight-A's and thesis-sounding papers become routine—it's his norm, and teachers stop pointing it out as something remarkable.

And just like before: when being Robin stops working, be the Demon Brat.

He keeps his grades up, but the teachers start sending emails home about things like chewing gum and using his phone in class. Every time, Bruce just reminds him to behave.

One time Bruce offhandedly mentions how Jason was a well-behaved student and Damian can't help but think, "That's the point. I'm not Jason."

The emails pile up, now with new problems like extended bathroom breaks, breaking the dress code, and even one incident where he forged himself a note to get out of class early.

But the thing that lands him in detention is a snide comment to the wrong kid that spirals into a schoolyard brawl. And even though Damian pulls his punches, it still ends in bruises and a bloody nose, and it takes two teachers and the football coach to break it up.

And just his luck, Dick's in Bludhaven, Alfred has a doctor's appointment, Tim and Bruce are at a business meeting, and Jason wants to stay out of this, so guess who's there to pick him up at the end of the afternoon.

Steph doesn't beat around the bush. Her first response is, "What did I tell you?" And it pisses him off because she's right.

That evening, they go on a long drive where she eventually gets an explanation out of him. And she gets him, 100%. She tells him how she had big shoes to fill as Batgirl and how she always compared herself to Cass and Babs.

Then she says: "Robin isn't a personality you grow into or break out of. It's just a costume. Who you are underneath is who Robin becomes."

For good measure though, she goes to Bruce later like, "Hey, do you need a laxative? 'Cause you're so emotionally constipated that you forgot your son is his own person, not a work in progress or extension of someone else." Then she swipes his credit card and takes Damian to the arcade to make him feel better since he still has a week's worth of detention plus Alfred giving him double the chores.

After that, people will still occasionally slip up, but when Dick ruffles his hair and says they'll ace a mission "the Damian way," it's reason enough to believe that things are looking up.

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Hi, this is my first request (ever), I was wandering if you could write a one shot of RoP Elrond/fem! reader where the reader is really good with kids but Elrond is kind of awkward around them. While he's working group of small children come and interrupt Elrond and the reader finds Elrond in this predicament and shoos them away, causing Elrond to fall more in love with the reader than he already was.

AHHHHH thank you for allowing me to be the first person you request from!!! I feel so honored <3 Here is a little oneshot for you my love, I hope you like it!!!!!

Curious Minds

It is not that Elrond does not enjoy children; in fact, he very much enjoys them. Their curiosity and joy is infectious, and he loves to see the future of his people exploring their paths and becoming men and woman that pursue their own passions and become great leaders, artists, generals, healers, and scholars.

The issue is that he does not understand how to be around them. They ask many questions and do not wish to sit still long enough for the answer, they have too much energy, and they have an insatiable appetite for destruction—even the well-behaved ones!

So when a group of children approaches him while he is sitting beside the river working on the High-King’s newest speech, he’s unsure of how to proceed.

“You are Lord Elrond, the High-King’s Herald, yes?” One asks.

Before he can answer, another pipes up. “Do you enjoy your job?”

Again, he tries to answer.

“Where is your wife? I thought all the Lords had ladies?”

His cheeks tint pink as he scrambles to come up with an answer as all the children latch onto that particular question, clambering for his response, their curious eyes staring up at him impatiently.

“Perhaps it is because he read too much, my mother said I would never find a husband if all I do is stay inside and read.” A young elven girl says, a pout on her lips, her brown hair in a simple braid.

“I do not think that is true, I would like a wife who reads, then we could talk about our favorite stories.” A boy her age says, his cheeks slowly blossoming a bright red as he scoots closer to the pouting girl.

“We already do that, Melis.” She says annoyed before her friends begin to tease her, and she drops her gaze to the ground.

“Melis and Vya are married!” One of the other children shouts, causing the others to take up his words.

Soon it is a fervent chant and Elrond is frantically looking around trying to find a way to escape this gaggle of tiny chanters.

“Children, how many times must I tell you not to wander off during garden time?” A melodic voice breaks through the high-pitched chanting, and Elrond stands abruptly, sensing an escape.

You hurry up the path, brow furrowed with worry that only dissipates when you see all the children are accounted for. “And you have been bothering the Lord Herald? That is quite inappropriate, please apologize to Lord Elrond.” Your voice is stern and the children’s faces fall.

“It—they were no bother, truly.” Elrond stutters, inclining his head towards you.

“Lord Elrond, please, do not speak falsehoods to cover for these troublemakers.” You warn playfully, the children already gathered around you, some clinging to your skirt for comfort.

“I speak plainly, they merely had questions for me.” He reiterates, giving you a shy smile.

You smile back at him. “Oh, is that so?”

“We wished to know why he was not married.”

A look of shock flashed across your face. “I—Lord Elrond, I am deeply sorry, I swear to you, I do not teach the children to ask such personal questions.”

Elrond waved his hand dismissively. “I am not offended.”

You bent down and directed the children to return to their classroom before approaching Elrond. “You must forgive them; we are learning about courtship rituals, and they are merely curious.”

Elrond nodded, then gathered his courage, taking your hand and pressing it to his lips. “Perhaps I might declare my intention to court you, then? Allow us to further our knowledge of each other and give the children a more personal example?”

Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, and you nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

“I shall come collect you from your quarters at seven, then, for a walk in the gardens.” He smiled then bowed slightly, taking his leave.

You did then same, the both of you smiling brightly as you made your way back to your individual duties.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace

#rop elrond #elrond rop #young elrond #elrond x reader #elrond x you #elrond x y/n #young!elrond #young elrond fanfic #rop #rop fanfiction #trop fic #meg's writing #elrond peredhel #thanks for the request!#I hope you like it!!!

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furggot · 1 year

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pls write a fluffy morning with john ward x gn!reader

make them married and have breakfast together‼️🌹

Absolutely! I wrote this on my birthday

John Ward X GN! Reader

You two have known each other for years. At some point, you both gained a crush on each other. It took a while for him to realize he shared feelings for you, like several years. He gravitated towards you in almost any situation. He at first believed his mind defined you as his bestest buddy, and that this ‘friendship’ was, well, friendship. It went on for a painfully long time. You knew you had a crush on him, but you were too stubborn to make the first legitimate move, as much as you adored him.

It took until later into high school that he realized he like-liked you. It was the biggest Ah-hah moment of his life. This Christian boy kept away from any sexual contact whatsoever, and you were the same even if you weren’t religious. You respected his religion, even if you didn’t entirely follow it. You both we mostly still behaved like best friends, aside from the kissing and other romantic gestures and cuddling.

In college, you both shared any free time. You both tried to get into mostly similar classes. You both were the college lovebirds that everyone would see. Unlike your guys’ classmates, you both still didn’t have sexual experience with each other. You both were lucky enough to share a dorm, sharing the bed and many other things with each other. He had a little Bible by his bed to read over if you were doing something without him. Other than a Bible, he’d read other books too, unless he had more homework to do. You had your own hobbies all the same, if it was related to the outdoors, he liked to join you. It was pretty relaxing, and kept him from obsessing with the school work.

When you both graduated college, you both got married as soon as you both could save up for it. Plenty of your relatives were happy to attend your marriage (unless your relationship with your family is fucked). You two danced and enjoyed your time in the church John planned the marriage to take place. He had no family to invite, unfortunately, only a few friends you two shared.

With the process of him becoming a priest, he had to keep you out of peoples’ business. Aside from himself trying to get you more into his religion and meeting church friends. You’d attend his specific church and drive him home if his car would break down or simply wouldn’t start. John is more than happy to ride with you, or have you ride with him. (I’m not sure how living like a priest goes, but I’m pretty sure they’re not allowed to be in romantic/sexual relationships for reasons I can’t remember).

At church, when kids have birthdays, someone would pay clowns to come over. John would call for you quickly because he has coulrophobia/a fear of clowns. If he saw the clown, he would end up unable to breathe and shaking like a cold puppy. If you were stuck at your job, you’d simply leave with no hesitation. You didn’t care what your boss would say to you later, you just hope they’ll understand when you tell them.

After a long day of him being tormented by the presence of clowns and bringing him home, you helped him to bed to hold him and gently play with his hair. This always seemed to calm him down. “…Thank you” Your beloved broke the silence. “Anytime. Now.. do you want something to eat? It’s still before noon, so I think we can have some breakfast, if you’d like.” “…Yes please” John smiles a bit, his breathing back to normal. He sat himself up then stood up with you, following you to the kitchen.

“I can make something for us. Do you want pancakes?” John thought for a moment. “Actually, may I make something? That might make me feel better” “Of course, silly” You let him take the wheel on it. “Other than the.. thing..” He avoids triggering himself “Today was okay. The kids were behaved, and the adults the same. No fighting or rude interruptions so far, and I thank the lord for that. I thank the lord for you.” He walks over to you to give you a kiss. “By the way, I’m making waffles.” John let out a little giggle, as if he was merely a boy, your boy. “I love you too, dingus” You flirted, pulling him by his collar to kiss him yourself. “Now go make your silly little waffles!” You spoke in a playful tone, and he responded with another giggle. You love this goofy boy so much.

After he made you both something to eat, you both sat just across from each other, simply enjoying each other’s company and the meal. “This is lovely, love. You gotta cook for us more!” “It felt fun to do, so I probably will cook more. It was pretty relaxing too, I think.” John admitted, seeming as he said relaxed.

“Either way, I’m happy you’re feeling better. I know fears can eat at you, and lately you’ve been having nightmares. I just want you to be happy and carefree. I don’t know what I have to do to get that freedom for you, but I’ll do whatever I must to help you, John. I love you.” After finishing your meals, you both go to clean each other’s dishes, both sharing a kiss before he has to go rest.

#john ward #faith game #john ward x reader

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quizicalgin · 24 days

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Confusion and minor speculation

So, it seems that the launcher refused to install the file as it is currently. Plan B was install the doll as a package and try to place it, and that made the game immediately crashed.

So it's still somewhat behaving as I expected. However, I'm assuming people could still use the doll to some degree, or did it just crash whenever they tried to use it?

Did it just attach itself to lots at random, even in that state? Or were they still usable back then, were placed as decor, and then spread before people knew it was the cause of their game breaking woes?

Scarily enough, the most recent report of an infection I can find is one in 2023 from the exchange. It seemed to still effect their game the same way as previous reports?

This leads me to wonder if I do need to roll back my game to the earliest versions in order to get it to "work", if it won't install or function with the latest version.

That aside, here are some things I do know from the files:

The original doll was made with tsrw version 1.0.12

The updated version that was released was made in version 1.0.14

The files I found included the C# code for the dolls "talking" function, and while I'm not the best coder, I can read enough of it to say that there doesn't appear to be anything in it that would make it behave maliciously. I may need a second pair of eyes to look at it for absolute confirmation of that, though. Considering how talented Rebecah was, and how much more advanced many of her other mods were, I find it highly doubtful the fault is in the code here.

This gives me new speculation as to why the doll would attach itself to lots on its own. How does anything become attached to a lot in the sims 3?

That is something I have admittedly never fully understood, how CC could be shared through lots or sims that way. Mainly because when I would save sims to share them they never had the CC go with them from what I remember? But that was over 10 years ago the last time I made one to share, and I would have to look at my old sim DLs to see if my memory is lying or not.

Getting back on track, the game has to have something in it to make it randomly assign the doll, right? New children in the worlds have to get teddy bears somehow, and since both doll variants were cloned from the bear, perhaps it spread that way. Only problem is that doesn't line up with the reports of people that claimed they received it from tattoos or other item downloads. The doll isn't flagged as anything but a kid's toy, so it wouldn't just randomly attach to anything else.

The main theory, as rude as it sounds, is that I think the people that said that weren't aware of just how MUCH they downloaded from the exchange. Maybe it wasn't a spree, but they may have DLed a sim, or a home, in addition to those items, or an item that was used as storage, as we did get storage units in WA that had released around the same time as the doll. The only reason I still want to double-check that though is due to a couple of the reports coming from respected people, and I can't imagine what they would gain lying about it.

Although they could just as easily fall under my theory, but that's why I'm trying to dissect this thing.

It could very well be, depending on your pc and QOL mods installed, that the doll may not be a threat anymore. I'll be making a trip back to the exchange, since it seems that perhaps the files I have might not be sufficient to infect myself.

#sims 3 #thesims 3 #girl doll dressed #the cursed doll #i'm going to bed

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luvmmarner · 1 year

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That One Trip To Disney - Bo Horvat

Summary: When the New York Islanders lost in the playoffs. As promised you decided to take the kids to Disney World.

TAGLIST: @bolts-nation @j-drysdale @mysticaldonkey @ryeriy

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

TW: Slight Smut, mostly fluff.

Part of Bo’s family series. If you liked this post consider joining my TAGLIST?

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You and Bo have been talking about taking the kids to Disney World for quite some time, but for some reason, you've never gotten around to actually making the plans. The interviews and all of the turmoil caused by the fans consumed half of his time.

As time went on and the number of interviews decreased, you were finally able to purchase tickets and organize everything else. Even though everything was guaranteed to cost ten times more when you got there, you still wanted to make this experience as memorable as possible for the children.

"Are you sure about this? It's like $1000 for the closest hotel. Why don't you just go with the kids by yourself? I can stay home. It will save you money." You sighed. You hated it when things were so expensive, especially if you weren't the one paying.

“You're my wife and no matter how expensive it’ll be. You’re coming with us. I want to create even more memories with the kids and you.” He whispered while giving you a hug and head kisses.

It was impossible not to break into a smile. His words were sufficient to persuade you that he did not care about money and that all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

"Are you guys excited!" You inquired while softly massaging the top of Jack's head, who is your youngest child. They all spoke at once saying "YEAH!" making you giggle. They were so adorable.

After settling into your seat on the plane, you laid your head against Bo as the plane prepared to take off. You couldn't have asked for anything more to make you happy; you had wonderful, well-behaved children and the most loving husband in the world.

As the plane landed, you wasted no time ordering a taxi to your hotel so that you could get settled in. The kids were tired and it was way past their bedtime. Because they were so exhausted, Jack and Charles were unable to walk properly without closing their eyes, so Bo carried them in his arms the entire way. However, Hailey was able to walk and you let out a giggle as she found herself awestruck by everything that was decorated in the hotel lobby.

You put the kids in their shared beds. Before you too also got ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and was about to get changed into comfortable clothes, but as you were about to put on your shirt and shorts. Bo's hands immediately wrapped around your waist, your back immediately hitting the cold marble counter of the sink as he pushed you lightly against it. “We can’t the kids…” He hummed not caring or listening. He started to kiss your neck, and you tried to stop the groan from escaping your mouth as he traveled further down. His fingers found the way to your core. As he wasted no time in burying his finger in the dampness. Immediately he found your most sensitive spot you whimpered as the pleasure grew. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked biting on your bottom lip. “No” You gasped out as his finger's pace quickened inside of you. His other hand found your hair as he raked through it before tugging on it lightly. You were so close so so so so close and he knew it by the way you were clenching around his fingers. You were right there and now it was impossible to control your moans. Your lips parted letting out a series of moans. He hissed loudly a warning that you were being too loud. You couldn’t stop yourself though and he seemed to notice that because his lips found yours again. No matter how many times you kissed Bo. You would never get used to the warmth of his mouth and the way it made your body feel like it was on fire. You moaned in his mouth before breaking the kiss to nuzzle your face into his neck. “Cum for me angel.”

You were just about to cum before a cry followed by a voice grabbed your attention. “Mommy?” Jack cried from the bedroom. You were a mess – sweat was dripping on you and your hair was messy from it being tugged on. You picked the clothes you had arranged to wear for bed and swiftly put them on. You didn’t care to clean yourself up as you made your way to your kid.

“Yes, baby! I’m here what’s wrong.” You comforted him rubbing his back in circles.

“I had a- a nightmare..” he cried as you held him gently scratching his back and arms. “Shh baby it’s ok. It wasn’t real. I’m right here baby. Don’t worry mommy will protect you.” You explained to him. It didn’t even take a few minutes before he was fast asleep again snoring quietly into your shoulder. You placed him back into bed making sure to tuck him in.

You headed to your bed. You were exhausted you weren’t even able to cum and instead were denied because your son had a silly nightmare. After rearranging the covers on the bed, you crawled in and wrapped yourself in their coziness as you sank further into the warm embrace of the bedding. Bo soon joined you in the bed after spending a while in the bathroom. Only you knew what he was doing that lucky bastard. He wrapped his arms around you which you gladly accepted. You closed your eyes as sleep consumed you.

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As soon as morning dawned the kids were all hyper managing to wake up before you. You were roused from your sleep by the sound of them calling your name You mumbled a few words before opening your eyes. As you did so, the sunlight immediately hit your eyes, causing you to groan and want to go back to sleep. You grabbed your clothes and threw them on as fast as you could. The kids were able to choose clothing from a selection of clothes that Bo picked out for them. As a result of waking up early, he was already dressed for the day. For the love of God, he probably got the kids to wake you up.

You managed to get out of the house not long after, it was hard to convince the kids to eat breakfast. As their excitement made them all hyper, but with the promise of hot dogs and some candy they agreed to eat breakfast.

You took the kids to see Mickey Mouse first as Hailey insisted. The faces of pure happiness on your kid's face made every dime worth it. Bo took Charles on some rides and then to see Olaf and Elsa. You got the kids some candy as you promised and matching hats which were adorable. Jack even got the courage to ask Cinderella to be his princess. Which made you giggle and melt again.

“Mom! Did you see that? I asked Cinderella to be my princess.” You giggled, he was so cute.

“Yes, I did what did she say, baby.” You played along.

“She said yes mommy!” He shrieked jumping up and down in excitement.

You smiled at ‘Cinderella’ mouthing a small ‘thank you’ Before taking Jack to where he wanted next. Which was some superhero one being his favorite spiderman. Hailey wasn't thrilled about going to see the superheroes, as she only liked spiderman and that was understandable at her age. You then met up again with Bo who took Charles on some quick rides since he was the only one that wanted to do that.

You suggested taking a photo in front of the castle which they were more than happy to do so. You asked a stranger to take the photo as Bo made sure everything was right before the stranger took the photo. You joined them as the stranger said to you “I got a few. Your family is so cute and very adorable.” You said thank you Bo gave you a kiss on the side of your head as you scrolled through the photos. All the photos were adorable, especially the one with Charles on his shoulders.

You really did grow up to have the adorable family you had always fantasized about. You appreciated everything. You accomplished everything you ever wanted to accomplish, which was to have a husband and children who loved you very much.

#new york islanders #disney #bo horvat family dairy #bo horvat fic #bo horvat #nhl smut #nhl hockey #hockey #nhl imagine #fluff #nhl #hockey imagine #offseason

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oh-cool-a-burning-sword · 1 year

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Welp, I played and finished Fire Emblem Engage!

NGL, it's really, REALLY good.

Like the people who reviewed the game before it was released did not do it justice. (not that I cared for those reviews anyways). Sure the story is simple when compared to Houses, but that doesn't make it bad. Sure plot points are rather predictable if you've played past games, but their played out in more interesting ways.

Like while it was fairly obvious that Alear was related to Sombron. It was surprising that Lumera wasn't Alear's biological mother. Found family tropes aren't really common in FE games (since parents usually die). Yet the bond that Alear and Lumera shared, despite Alear being taught to kill divine dragons and Lumera's family dying because of the Fell Dragon... and said bond being so strong that she took years out of her own life to bring them back?

That, right there, is family.

And on the topic of Sombron and Lumera. There were already plenty of parallels before the game was even out. Lumera's name meaning light and Sombron's name meaning shadow, divine and fallen. But then you play the game and you find one more thing that they have in common. They both lost everything. In the final battle you find out that Sombron's people were killed and he was exiled to another world (aka Elyos). The difference is that Lumera found a new family in Alear and by the looks of it, moved on. While Sombron HAD someone at first, an Emblem from another world known as the Zero Emblem. Yet the Emblem vanished when Sombron was taken in by a village, and after that he decided to stay alone, pushing away people who genuinely cared for him like Veyle.

He's still obviously the villain. Even with that backstory, he hurt too many people, was willing to destroy a world just to get back to his own. Sombron killed his own kids because they were 'defects'. Because of his treatment, past Alear behaved like an emotionless puppet due to trauma and fear of being killed like his siblings. You can sympathise with a villain while still seeing them as the bad guy.

Same can be said for Zephia. She did so many horrible things, tried to erase the real Veyle, killed Marni, which honestly that scene brought tears to my eyes. When we learn her backstory, we find that she was also alone. She never got to know what Love really was until it was too late. Zephia wanted a family, a child, and she genuinely thought of the Hounds as her family. Hell in the scene where she and Griss were dying, she finds out that Griss truly saw her as a mother/sister. It does kinda make we wish that they could have joined us, but oh well.

Also glad that they actually gave an explanation as to why Alear and Veyle never turned into dragons. Past Alear gave their dragon stone to Veyle (which then breaks when Alear dies), and Veyle in a wake up event reveals that she buried her dragon stone. I would have liked to see how a Fell/Divine dragon hybrid would look like, however, as despite not being biologically related, Lumera giving her powers to Alear made them in part a Divine Dragon.

Then there's these little moments in the game that just makes it shine. Like meeting Fogado's retainers, aka Pandreo's hilarious reaction of 'Oh hey it's God... GOD!?'. King Morion (despite not lasting long) being revealed to absolutely loving both his kids was nice. I really thought that he wouldn't have been a good guy, but he was a sweetheart? I wish he lasted longer tho.

Honestly the whole Brodia fam is just great, I love them.

I like how if you get a game over during the final battle, you don't just get a game over screen, you get a bad ending. Alear loses their divine side, Veyle is under Sombron's control again and has Alear's emblem ring. Everyone dies. There's not really that many bad endings in FE games. At least as far as I'm aware? I mean there's the 'right' thing to do, finishing Grima off as Robin so that the Fell dragon's gone forever, choosing to side with neither Hoshido or Nohr to save everyone. But never an ending that straight up goes 'you fucked up big time'. Even Three Hopes, despite the fact that sure, recruiting Byleth is the 'right' decision, with the exception of Scarlet Blaze, there's no huge consequence for choosing to kill them (though the story just kinda... drops at the end so we never known what happens afterwards)

Granted it's a small scene and you get brought back to the fight soon after, but it's still really neat that they did that.

All in all I really enjoyed this game. It makes it abundantly clear that Engage was meant to be an anniversary title that got delayed. I can't wait for the next instalment which there's a 90% chance of being a Genealogy remake. We should find out about it in about 2-3 years since that seems to be the release pattern FE games have atm. Unless there's any delays.

I didn't get the DLC yet, but now I think I will. Just to see the side story we'll get and also to meet new Emblems/new Characters.

Oh and yes, I married Alfred.

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aromanticbuck · 2 years

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Brandon Platt

“I dropped out after two years so I could move to LA with my boyfriend. I played keyboards in a heavy metal rock band called Black Ice. What could possibly go wrong?”

That question had more answers than Trudy was prepared for, the kind that stacked on top of each other and built into a mound of responsibilities. It started as a positive pregnancy test, then a break up, and moving back home to Chicago. There were plenty of other options, of course, like giving the baby up to a couple who would actually be able to give him a life that was significantly more stable. There was only so much that a single mother could offer, no matter where she decided to settle down or what job she tried to hold down. But from the moment she saw the first blurry black and white images of an ultrasound, she knew that wasn’t an option for her, no matter what her parents or their friends said about it.

So, on the morning of June 8th in 1985, she gave birth to her son and rest of her responsibilities fell onto her shoulders.

There were diapers to buy and another mouth to feed, and then schools to research and lunches to pack, and one life turned into being fully responsible for two. And that was made a lot easier by the fact that she’d gotten extremely lucky by having the son she did. Brandon threw his tantrums when he didn’t like dinner, or when the bathroom light was a little too bright, or if his blanket was covering too much of him after nap time. But he was otherwise well behaved.

He was the kind of kid who was excited to go to school and then talk about what he’d learned that day as soon as he got in the car to go home. He could spend hours sitting in one spot reading or coloring or any number of things occupying himself so that things could get done around him. There was never a call from school about fights or misbehavior. There were good grades, and an enthusiasm to learn, and just as much eagerness to help once he got old enough to drag around a laundry basket or stand on a stool in the kitchen. Too many of her friends joked that he was more capable of being a self-sufficient person at the age of nine than the rest of them combined.

Of course, that part of his personality didn’t change as the years passed.

After she went through the academy and started wearing a uniform to work, Brandon learned to be subtle about his worries. He could sit at the kitchen table and work on homework until she walked through the door every night, pretending he hadn’t been listening to the police scanner in the living room from the moment he got home. He could leave the lights off when he got ready in the morning after shifts that ran into the early morning hours. He could make his own dinner or get food from one of his uncles so there was even less to worry about around the house. It didn’t matter that he wondered every morning if he would see his mother again or if she’d even still be alive by the time he sat down to eat lunch. The fear was a part of his life, just like school and his part time job and all of the other things that he couldn’t avoid.

It was hard, deciding where to go after high school graduation. He had the pick of almost any university he could think of, between grades and his work history and the essay he rewrote three times about the woman who raised him. And there were half a dozen places he wanted to go, but then he would have to leave. There would be no one to put on the pot of coffee in the mornings if he went to Boston. There would be no one to get laundry done during overtime weeks. No one would be home to answer the phone if Uncle Hank called for a favor that required his car. There would be too many holes in the fragile fabric of his family, but that didn’t stop everyone from encouraging him to find a life beyond the responsibilities he’d inherit by living at home even through the summer.

After MIT was an internship, and then a job offer, and it was too good to turn down, and it meant living in Boston full time. He even got the time off to visit home a few times a year so that he never had to miss anyone too badly. His family in Chicago would still be there, no matter how long he spent away.

#one chicago #cpd #chicago pd #trudy platt #greg gerwitz #mouse gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #alex does moodboards #oc; brandon platt #adopted!mouse au #the way this is an au of an au #'uncle hank' is different from canon voight okay #like those are completely different people #we love uncle hank and all of his chaos #talk to me about brandon i'm in love with this gay disaster

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Daniel wasn’t educated to be a broodmare, but does he lowkey feel like that sometimes, especially having so many kids in such quick succession? I mean, he hardly has the pup and then Terry puts another in him. The man is obsessed with breeding him, it almost seems. And I definitely feel that if Daniel had green lit the idea, Terry would have very happily given him 20 or so pups. (I exaggerate lol.)

It still blows my mind that omega/omega is not socially acceptable even if it’s a male omega/female omega. They can still have puppies!! That’s what this society loves, puppies!!

omega/omega/Alpha comes off as the Alpha being a lucky bastard lol. Alpha/Alpha/omega reminds me of Terry/Amanda/Daniel in another AU lol. Which I fully support lmao.

Anthony is such a socialite bitch haha. Love that for him. And I am here for Tory/Sam, though it would break Daniel’s traditional heart. Terry, I think, would be fine with it, especially as Tory is John’s, and John’s his best buddy.

Every society in the world, Nonnie, has ideological customs that do not make a lick of sense, or have long stopped making sense. So yes, this society does love puppies, but has decided that since Christ is the embodiment of the Alpha and the omega, the holiest union is of Alpha and omega - which means omegas 'belong' to Alphas. Is that how people behave? No! Is that what is best for the wellbeing of the entire group? Nyet! Is it absolutely necessary? What, now? With decidedly fewer rampaging rhinos to jump in front of? Mais non! Is the Catholic Church a powerful institution? Certo! There's no reason omega/omega couldn't work in the 1930's and beyond. It's just that Alphas are extremely good at getting their way, and boy howdy, do they want to get their knot stuck. With God backing them up on that.... imagine if not only one, but two omegas got off the marriage market to happily raise puppies by themselves? Catastrophe, there's only one omega for every two Alphas as it is, that means with an omega couple four Alphas go omegaless, and there's only so many beta women too. Fine, Alphas do tend to die younger, but that would still lead to metrics that would leave some Alphas in the cold and that CANNOT happen. Even when two omegas are almost certain to have an omega pup, so in the mid to long run it would actually lead to MORE omegas, you Alpha dickheads, Alphas can barely stay alive long enough to reach 18 before dying from recklessness, they cannot wait that long. Also some omegas don't feel like putting up with their demands - you can't have them think they have like, a say in the matter, they might well say no!

Oh, yes, Alpha/Alpha/omega does happen, as well as Alpha/beta/omega (which mostly happens to omega women, sigh.) But those are not recognised unions. Omega/omega/Alpha usually are polygamous unions; concubine like situations. Without genetic testing, who was to say that an omega baby not simply resembled their mother and not their Alpha father? So some children of the Chinese emperor are only the offspring of their concubines but so what? Imperial omegas are a goldmine on the arranged marriage market. They can't rule anyway.

Anthony is going to rule Conneticut, Milan, Paris, or wherever he ends up. He'll give entirely new meaning to the phrase "killer eyeliner", mark my words.

Terry is actually the more traditional one, Nonnie! Daniel simply happened to slot into a role in society that both suits him and his society approves of. But he'd have eloped with Kumiko in a heartbeat, rules be damned! He sees what is happening with Sam and Tory, sees his beloved girl get tangled up in a doomed love that she doesn't even know is one, while Terry and John watch them go at it with a look of two proud fathers seeing nothing but their Alpha pups testing their strength against each other... But Daniel won't tell Terry what he thinks is going on, he'll let it run its course, because Terry would stop it and he doesn't want that for his darling. Terry is the one who tried to desperately find a beta girl because he thought there was no other option in life if a boy omega was unattainable.

No, Daniel is not some model omega because he thinks God demands that from him, he's simply comfortable.

Also, for your first question - it's betas who can get pregnant from every casual quickie. Suppose you don't want kids, your husband doesn't want kids but he does want a quick orgasm and if that knocks you up it's a risk he's willing to take! Daniel can't really get pregnant outside of heats - he could if he became attuned to a beta mate, or indeed an omega mate for a long time, but he's all Alpha mode. [I really am making this up as I go, there is so little established omega/beta worldbuilding]. So, if Terry knocks him up, that's because his body, his mental state, everything, is ready for it. And he loves being pregnant as much as Terry loves breeding him! A pup in his arms, two at his side and one under his heart, gah, it's a high for him. He's told Terry himself that after Anthony, he felt a strange loneliness at not being pregnant! Still, after the two youngest, he's sat heats out rather than get pregnant again. Nine's enough. He needs to be there for when Anthony starts his army of pups, because that boy is dying for them.

#silverusso #knights and pawns #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics

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Trigger warning: mentions of rape and prostitution

Ginathon Episodes: Episode 231

CID have 24 hours to get a confession from Kennedy or he'll be released. There's still no physical evidence to say it's him. Jonathan and Gina watch the interviews from behind the glass screen. Jonathan worries that Kennedy is clever and that it'll be hard to break him.

He's still watching as Kennedy admits that Jonathan got him off the indecency charge 5 years ago. "I can't believe he's lost his teeth and gone into the CPS." Neil is furious when he confronts Jonathan, but he tells him he couldn't break client confidentiality. He does tell them that it and the transcripts of what was said and how Kennedy behaved during the trial are in the case files. Neil makes a dig about him now progressing to a full blown rapist because of Jonathan getting him off. Jonathan can only repeat, calmly, that he did his job. Jonathan does tell them something that isn't in the file however, they had to delay the trial by a few days when Alan's mother was taken ill. It wasn't anything serious but he was distraught and clearly cared deeply about her. Now his mother has recently passed.

Sam thinks she has an inning finally. She wants to use his childhood to break him down to a confession. Uniform find out that Kennedy had a different surname as a child and need to check that police record and find his mother's address to search the house, suspecting that was his base during the rapes. Sam gets a breakthrough when they discover Alan's mother was a prostitute, his childhood home operated as a brothel and that it caused him to be constantly bullied.

As Kennedy is returned to the cells for a break, he crosses paths with Jonathan, calling him "his good friend." He asks how his daughter is and remembers her name and age as Jonathan tries to square up to him, held back by Tony and Gina.

Jonathan keeps trying to get in touch with his daughter, worried that Alan might be freed and go after her. Gina tells him he's not out yet and that Chloe is likely either at school still or with her friends and to not worry. Jonathan makes an unthinking jibe, "You'd know all about that wouldn't you. How many kids have you got, Gina? Two, three is it?" Gina looks hurt and silently leaves the room.

Adam wants Sam and Neil to decide if they're going to apply to the court for an extension to keep questioning Alan Kennedy. Sam is wary that they might not get one with the limited evidence they have and wonders if the time might be best used trying to break Kennedy. She wants to use the knowledge that his mother was a prostitute, his father, as Alan believed, constantly away as a marine. His childhood was blighted with abuse and bullying. Uniform have found his mothers house and are searching it. Jonathan admits finding the house is a good step, however they now have to prove that that has been his base during the attacks.

Adam reminds them they gave to finish in the next hour as Kennedy is entitled to an 8 hour break. Sam gets a breakthrough when she asks if Alan's father knew what his mother was doing and if she had any time for him in between sleeping with men for money. Kennedy shouts "All women are whores. It's what you come to expect from women. All they want is sex, they get everything they deserve." Sam asks if that includes rape. She calls him a soulless man who hates women because they don't show him love. Alan recovers, saying Sam almost had him going. They have one hour left come the morning if they don't get the extension. Adam tells them to go home and reconvene in the morning. Sam stays and goes through the pictures with a magnifying glass, finding a scar on Kennedy's mother's neck as well as reading through the letters Kennedy sent her whilst away.

Chloe Fox arrives at the station for her father to sign a permission slip for a trip. At the same time, Kennedy is removed from his cell and taken to an interview room. Thankfully Chloe is already in Jonathan's office so doesn't see him - but she does meet a very surprised Gina who introduces herself. "Oh! Are you dad's girlfriend?" Jonathan arrives before she can reply and Chloe hands him the form to fill in. She tells him she can't forge it "because it's against the law." to Gina's amusement. He then gets an officer to escort her safely out.

As Sam and Neil return to the interview room for their final hour of questioning there's an audible clock ticking. Sam brings up the scar. She conjects that it was caused by a punter who cut his mother and made her scream for mercy. She suggests he panicked because the man was hurting his mummy and he didn't know what to do because he was only a young boy. He went to the hospital with her where she promised that they would be alright but it didn't stop. His mother continued to work as a prostitute rather than go and find his father so they could be safe. She suggests he cried and was angry and finally lashed out at someone - but not his mother because she'd been hurt enough and was all he had. During this time, Uniform continue searching the house of Alan's mother and find a knife likely used in the attacks hidden away.

Sam continues her same tactic and tells him they know that he lashed out with a beer bottle and slashed the face of a woman walking past his school. He was expelled but nothing changed and he was still angry. He couldn't stay at home as he was too scared to see what his mother was going through. He had no one to speak to and so decided to look for his father - who he'd never met. She suggest he thought bringing his father home to look after them would make everything alright. He headed to Scotland, only to find out his mother had lied to him. There was no John Kennedy serving in the marines. Finally Alan breaks and starts to cry. Sam says his mum had lied to try and keep him happy by letting his dad think was a hero when he was really a punter she didn't remember. Sam then produces a picture of Alan and his mum, suggesting Alan wanted to keep the lie going as without it he had nothing. He wrote to his mother to tell her he too was going to be a marine like his father. He needed her to keep lying to him because the truth was too unbearable to face. She didn't keep the lie going for him however or even write back. She was busy with her punters - punters who literally ripped her apart for pleasure were more important than her little boy. She must have cared about them more than him. Must have enjoyed what they did to her.

Sam continues, talking to Alan like she cares and understands. How dare his mother take away the hope that he would have a father who loved him. Someone to finally take care of him and want him above all else. He took his rage out on someone else to make them pay for his mums betrayal. She names his first victim - a prostitute, Brenda Kelman. Finally Alan speaks and tells Sam that noone has gotten to know him like that and in hearing it all played back he realised he's become one of the monsters that his mother feared the most. Sam takes his hands in faux comfort, getting the confession just before the time ran out.

Gina invites Jonathan to the Sun Hill Summer Party but unfortunately he has too much paperwork to complete he's unable to go. He does however apologise for what he said to her and for hurting her. He tells her he once lost Chloe for a couple of hours when she was 5 as she wandered off and he panicked and felt like it was happening all over again - only this time there was a serial rapist threat. "It's left a scar, you know?" "No I don't know, Jonathan." Gina says evenly. "As you so eloquently put it, I'm not a parent." "I'm sorry. It wasn't called for." "Right. What's done is done." "I should have had more confidence in you." Gina smiles a little and nods at him before leaving to go to the party.

As Gina pulls up outside the pub where the party is being held with her colleagues already inside there's a loud noise and explosion with lots of smoke and screams filling the air...!

#The Bill #roberta taylor #gina gold #smiffinalong #smiffina #Episode 231 #chloe fox #kacey barnfield #kacey clarke #lisa maxwell #sam nixon #jonathan fox #larry lamb #alan kennedy #james clyde #andrew lancel #neil manson #adam okaro #cyril nri

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… anyone else thinking Donnie should’ve adopted Nano?? I think it would’ve been in character for him, given how often he mentions how Nano sounds like a little lost kid, and his general approach to unknown creatures being “wait, let’s see if they’re willing to talk to us.”

I would’ve loved seeing Donnie try and teach a little robot about what family is really like - these are my brothers, and that’s my father, we don’t have a mother, we never had one, not every family has one father and one mother, not every family looks the same, but it always, ALWAYS, feels like family. It’s always home.

Raph is a softie and it shows instantly because he 1) immediately takes Donnie’s side in letting him keep Nano in their lair and 2) is the first one to start calling Nano “kid.”

Master Splinter takes one look at Nano and starts crying on the inside. That’s a wholeass child and someone abused that child’s powers for crime and if that happened to his sons he would personally unleash hell upon whoever caused it to happen. So he looks at Nano and he looks at Donnie who just wants this child to be okay and have better examples and he knows a robot baby would get absolutely obliterated on the streets of New York and then probably dissected by the government and he’s NOT letting anyone do that to his family anymore. So long story short Splinter approves of this.

Mikey shows Nano superhero stuff and Nano instantly decides they want to be a superhero too (this then ties into how they get into Justice Force in canon!!)

Leo is.. hesitant. This is gonna for sure distract Donnie from training and from patrols and from.. just about anything. But at the same time, it’s a great sentiment. And he has no clue where they could leave a sentient AI without it causing chaos, especially one that behaves so much like a child. But they’re still kids themselves, sort of, right? Disregarding their mountains of trauma, they’re still teenagers. And the one time they tried to look after a kid, that kid became Casey Jones, so. He’s not sure what the results of this could be.

But before Leo makes up his mind, everyone else is already for keeping Nano.

Specifically yesterday I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about Nano wandering the lair and finding Leo meditating. “What doing?” asks Nano, still re-learning to form full sentences.

Leo hesitates, everyone is a little uneasy about having this thing that could kick their shells without breaking a sweat in the lair with them, but his brother believes that the “kid” just needs to learn and be communicated with, so, after a moment, he responds: “Meditation. It helps me explore my soul.”

Nano ponders this with a buzzing hum, and tilts their head. They look so curious, but they’re also Very scared of the eldest brother, he seems to wave his swords around a Lot, so they don’t ask.

Leo can see them wanting to ask anyway, though, so he sighs and gestures to a spot across from him: “Wanna try?”

“.. how do meditation?” The kid may still be learning, but the AI makes their pronunciation perfect instantly, cataloguing a new word.

“Uh.. just. Sit however you’d like, this is the most commonly practiced position but technically it doesn’t matter as long as you are able to rest and think. Michelangelo, for example, likes to fidget with something in his hands. And then you just sort of… let your thoughts run free. You look within your mind, and within your soul, you see what’s there, and you decide whether something needs to change, or perhaps stay right where and how it is.”

“Mnnm,” Nano hums in concern as they sit down, “but.. no soul.”

It’s Leo’s turn to tilt his head. “Well, I’ve met robots before who definitely had souls! You’re alive, yes? And everything that lives has a soul. Although maybe, since.. you’re many little robots… maybe you even have multiple souls?” He shrugs, “we should ask Donnie or master Splinter for their opinions, I don’t think they expected machines to live one day back in ancient Japan.”

Nano thinks about this for a moment - there’s so much of them, so maybe they do have many souls! Wouldn’t that be something! “Hehee,” they squeal, satisfied with that answer, and then try and follow Leonardo’s example, sitting still, turning off their visors, trying to imitate looking inwards. There’s lots and lots of wires in them, although they’re way cleaner and neatly folded now, unlike when Nano had to build their whole body from scratch. Donatello did a good job, and now they don’t have to hold themselves together anymore, instead focusing on walking, and talking, and learning! They quite like learning, and Donatello likes teaching, and Donatello likes explaining, and Donatello doesn’t mind repeating himself. Donatello doesn’t call them weird, or scary, or stupid. Nano isn’t stupid, they don’t think. They’re just having to learn things over and over from scratch!! Because their daddy keeps getting into trouble!!

They think about their dad. He’s in jail again, and Nano knows what a jail is now, knows that their dad did things that made lots of people upset and did very mean and unfair things. They know now that their daddy was simply making them do bad stuff for him because they’re stronger. Even though they got hurt, even though they almost lost their collective consciousness, twice. That was scary. Nano thinks the world is very pretty and very big, they like seeing more of it, they wouldn’t like not being able to see it anymore.

The thought makes them panic and turn their visors back on with a startled “bzzt!” Just to check that they still can. The noise makes Leo open one eye, looking them over.

“How is your meditation going? Figured anything out?” he asks, and finds that his voice is uncharacteristically gentle. Maybe, just maybe, Nano makes him think of his little brothers. Just maybe, he’s getting attached.

Nano hummmms for a while, and then says: “World’s scary. But also big!! Wanna see more! I like seeing!”

And something about that makes Leo smile. Yeah, Nano is family for sure. After all, they sound just like his purple-clad sibling.

#this got longer than I expected but I really wanted to write this scene down #Nano would call him Donnon btw because I find it silly #tmnt 2k3 #2k3 donnie #2k3 Nano #tmnt 2003 #tmnt #2k3 leo #my ideas #my stories #also the reason splinter never complains about all the people and animals the turtles bring over is #because he’s like ‘ah they’re bringing home strays’ and it reminds him of his master adopting him and of himself adopting the turtles #so whenever they’re like ‘I made a new friend’ or ‘I found this cat outside’ he’s like internally weeping #good good my sons spread this kindness of sharing your home

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controversial-blorbo-bracket · 11 months

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You have received propaganda for the previous Micchy (Kamen Rider), have some for the second Micchy (Yo-Kai Watch).

He is the problem kid who doesn't know how to control himself and behave around others because he only had his angry and unstable brother around in his childhood, and no one else.

He is the cringe clingy ND kid who will talk your ears off, embarrass you without meaning to and genuinely struggle with figuring out what he did wrong once you finally confront him.

He is the horrible mix of a free-range kid and sheltered kid whose understanding of human culture, contact and social norms come from superhero media aimed at kids and teenagers, which he tends to emulate without really understanding.

He is the kid in the friend group who will let his other friends walk over him because they are tolerating him and giving him attention, and he will fight tooth and nail for any bit of acknowledgement, even if he knows he is bad at most things and will only be a nuisance.

He is a non-human who is trying desperately to fit on a human mask, but his otherness keeps shining through the cracks.

He loves his friends passionately and fiercely, and people in the fandom tend to misconstruct this love as something possessive and creepy, when he never means anything bad and has never tried to possess or limit the people he loves in any way, much less forced anything on them. He is bad with clues, but when talked to openly, he listens and he backs off. He is learning, but he needs time, and he doesn't have much of it left. He is going to live a much longer life than any of his human friends, including his most treasured one. He is deathly scared of losing them before that time comes.

He is so scared of losing them, he would rather destroy his own body than see them hurt.

He is protective in a way that is almost smothering, because that's how he is wired, but he is doing his best to change and allow himself to be protected, which is hard. But he is trying none the less.

He is also a cringe failureman who makes the viewer shiver with second-hand embarrassment every time he is on screen, and probably reminds people of that weird anime-obsessed middle schooler many of us knew, who latched onto the quiet girl in class because she was too nice to shoo him away and wrote her weird love poems, and also had no inside voice and wore capes to class.

He also happened to have created a humanoid form for himself that looks cool to him an no one else ever, and makes him look that much older than he acts, only adding to the awkward creep factor. I can perfectly see why he is heavily disliked among some subsets of the fandom.

I still cannot help but see a kid who is in desperate need of help, despite being in the best place currently he has ever been in his entire life, with people who are genuinely patient with him and not willing to break him or coddle him, who want to see him become a better, more well-adjusted person.

He is one of the more nuanced and complex joke characters I have seen, and I love him for it. I can see how people could have had horrible experiences with people who share his traits IRL, but in this particular story, this particular weirdo never did anything truly bad. He fucked up in a lot of small ways, and small ways add up, but humans are complex, and so are non-humans who are meant to be stand-ins for humans from a narrative standpoint but not quite, and there isn't really a non-complex character with easily fixable issues by the end of this entire 49 episode-long mess of an anime.

Micchy is a disaster, but he is my disaster, and he deserved so much better than just stay on the sidelines in the final arc, not even unlocking his awe-inspiring final form from the game that never came to the West.

This bitch is NOT Joe Jonas

#not a poll #ask #anonymous #propaganda #yo kai watch #yokai watch #micchy

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Here's some more

Heads up Meili came back with Ingo

Meili is a trans man and will fight anyone who tries to say he isn't a man

Emmet sighs he can't lay down anymore. He uses his tendrils to pick up Volo as he quietly steps out. He smiles at Lisa's sleeping and heads to the tree.

He jumps up and starts sping pull-ups on the branch to clear his head, but quickly, he realizes he isn't alone at this crack of dawn.

Besides using a sleeping Volo as a weight as he does pull ups.

A man who shares his face is doing push-ups with his drilber on his back.

They stare at each other and then break the silence with a laugh.

"We never did stray far from sharing our habits?" Emmet smiles.

"Of course not. However, I couldn't pull my partner out to use him as a weight he doesn't want to uh strain himself." Ingo hums.

"Well, let's stay on track."

They leave a lot unsaid

Volo is still asleep when Meili walks out he is obviously pregnant he is crossing his arms annoyed. "How many times do I have to tell you Ingo to not leave me alone in bed?"

Ingo rubs the back of his head and sighs. "I didn't want to wake you." He knew these were the wrong words immediately .

"Hi, i am Emmet." Emmet stepped in between them, holding his hand out.

Meili pauses. "Ah, right.. I am the great Melli, and... "He sighs as his stomach rumbles. "My apologies."

Emmet shakes his head. "I'm sure I can cook you something up, and it will wake up my partner on my back." He points to Volo drooling on his shoulder.

Meili raises his brow to Ingo, who shrugs. He hasn't figured out like Meili that the man on Emmet's back is Volo. "I can cook for myself. I merely am eating for two extras, and your distraction won't save your brother." He smirks. "He's still in trouble, but I wouldn't mind an exchange of childhood stories for my forgiveness."

Emmet nods. "Of course I will happily tell you some just got to head to old stations."

......

The patterning of footsteps towards the smell of breakfast fill the air as they are suddenly stopped.

"Piper and Axel, you have to wash your hands before you come into the kitchen to eat." Emmet smiles, directing them to the bathroom to show them what to do.

They return. "Now go take your seats, and don't stare."

"But that man looks just like you." Piper huffs.

"And dad didn't let us ask any questions." Axel adds.

"Your dad didn't want you scaring the poor man." Volo yawns leaning back in his chair. "People of the past don't take too kindly to two kids covered in blood and guts."

The twins huff and sit next to each other.

Emmet smiles, sitting next to Ingo, trying very hard not to eat with his hands or tendrils.

Ingo gives the twins both a player of food they look at it curiously. "It's not going to bite you."

"Loud." Piper hums.

"Frown." Axel nods.

Ingo sighs and heads back to his seat.

Volo gives a stern look. "Girls, I told you to be nice to Emmet's twin."

The twins just poke at their food.

Volo sighs. "Sorry about them, they are normally better behaved."

Meili chuckles. "Didn't think you would have kids Volo."

Volo raises his brow and then sighs, recalling something. "They aren't mine. They were abandoned newborns. I just happened to find them." He smiles. "Granted, I did have kids of my own a few times, but I dunno it's been a while, I guess. How far along are you, Meili?"

Meili pauses, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm due in a fortnight, hopefully."

The twins stare at Meili, then get up, and Volo jumps out of his chair, grabbing each by the ear. "Absolutely not. He is not in danger, and he will not leave them. Are we in the wasteland."

"No..." the twins respond together.

"Is there a recruiter nearby?"

"No"

"Good now, go eat your breakfast." Volo sighs. "Sorry, sorry, in the future, expecting people are exactly the safest. The twins get a little protective, which is fine if we were there, but here, hospitals exist, and nobody is poaching newborns to grow a settlement or a cult." He frowns seeing Melli's concern face. "No, I didn't steal them they were left to die because they didn't fit the settlement standards."

"Not why I'm concerned." Meili rubs his temples. "What happened to cause that? Ingo refused to tell me what you told them."

"It's a long story..... but uh think..." He pauses. "Think diamond and pearl clan conflict, but it devastated the region, and small groups had to rebuild with nothing. Like.that but kind of worse."

Meili stops and nods. "You will tell me the full details, but that is good enough for now." He doesn't fully trust Volo, but he knows he would never take that conflict lightly he knows Volo's own home along with most of his people was destroyed in the conflict. He also can see how protective he is of his girls, which makes him feel better.

Ingo grabs Melli's hand from under the table, as to say I'm here and I will explain.

#pokemon #trainwreck apocalypse au #apocalypse au #warden melli #subway masters #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #submas

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awesomelyanxiouspanda · 1 year

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 3

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings for this chapter specifically: Implied/Referenced torture, non-graphic torture, mild smut?, we’re almost to the actual smut I swear

Warnings/Tags: Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, smut in future chapters, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley

A/N: Some big things are happening! Remember how there's the tag "NOT slow burn"? Well, I'm not joking lol. We've got maybe one or two chapters before the whirlwind 'romance' begins!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4

“Shh, you wouldn’t want them to catch us, now would you?”

Nick’s words sent a rush of heat through my core and I nearly toppled over that last little crest toward my climax, but at the last moment, he stilled my hips.

“Not yet,” he murmured, “I want to play with you a little longer, doll.”

“Nick, I have to get back to-”

My plea was silenced by warm lips and my duties to the shop once more fell back as an afterthought. Fuck, I’d let the place burn down if it meant he’d keep kissing me, touching me. I tried to no avail to break his hold on my hips, to allow me to grind along his thigh once more, but he was far more powerful than I; Another thought that stoked the fire between my thighs brighter.

“Please, please,” I whined breathlessly once he finally broke the heated kiss, “I just need- I need you.”

“Such a cute little thing you are,” he teased huskily, “You’d let me do anything I wanted, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes! Yes just please-”

A groan of frustration rumbled loud in my chest as I was cut off, but this time by the sound of an alarm blaring through the cafe. My irritation quickly melted into confusion and then-

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

It was with much anger that I groggily rolled over in bed and slammed my hand over my phone, hastily clicking the side button to mute the alarm. Once the annoying beeping had stopped, the fatigue began to set in. I could possibly survive hitting snooze once more and get ten more minutes in, but I’d have to forsake my beauty time to do so. I stared into the black void that was my unlit room, debating the pros and cons of just getting up now, before finally admitting defeat.

The moment my feet hit the floor, my brain turned on autopilot. Clothes, hair, makeup, medicine, coffee. I quickly ran through the list as best as I could while still half-asleep until stepping out into the cold morning air. Thankfully the sudden temperature difference was enough to shock my system fully awake and I kept the window cracked on the drive to the shop to keep that cold buzz going. Better frozen and awake than warm and sleepy while driving.

“Today needs to be over as soon as possible,” I sighed to myself as I stepped out of the car.

The last few nights had been plagued with many distracting dreams and it was starting to become an issue. It was to the point that as soon as I got off work, I was going to get all dolled up to go out and see if I could find some random at the bar. I wasn’t one for one-night stands but something had to give. My little obsession with Nick was getting out of hand. I was hoping if I could find a half-decent lay, I would begin to get over him.

“Emery! I’m so glad I caught you before you opened!”

A little huff escaped before I could stop it but I quickly schooled my expression before turning to Alexander. It wasn’t his fault I was in a bad mood and I didn’t wanna take it out on him.

“Hey, Alex, what’s up?” I asked.

It wasn’t until he got closer that I recognized fear ingrained in his features.

“Alex?”

“There’s- Look, I just need you to come with me!” he demanded.

Before I could second guess it, I took off after him as he raced down the street. I had no idea what could have possibly happened but, if Alex was this scared, I couldn’t just ignore it.

“Alex, please explain what’s going on!” I called out between heaving breaths.

It wasn’t until we turned down the third alleyway that he finally stopped. My lungs screamed in pain as I tried to take in as much air as possible and nearly collapsed against the wall for support. I watched in confusion, feeling as if I were almost dying, as Alex simply stood there in silence for a good few seconds before finally turning toward me.

“Wh-”

My voice died off as I realized Alex’s once warm brown eyes were completely black. All my previous worries were instantly taken over by the sudden fear for my life.

“You really are gullible,” he sneered gruffly, “This was way too easy. Boss is gonna have a blast breaking you.”

I wasn’t even given the chance to react before he lunged forward and everything went dark. Even without seeing, I could feel the world spinning beneath my feet, as if I were suddenly airborne. And then my feet were on the ground once more. When Alex released his hold on me, I nearly fell over. It felt like I had just taken a spin on an out-of-control carousel.

“Well, well, lookie at what the cat dragged in.”

The sudden addition of a thick southern drawl had my head snapping up, but I quickly realized that was a mistake when my stomach rolled and there was no stopping the dry heave that followed. I was immensely thankful that nothing actually came out as I collapsed to my hands and knees. There was an unbearable silence in the air once my convulsions stilled and I was almost afraid to look up.

“Ya done now?” the voice asked.

Swallowing my fear, I slowly brought my head up. The sight that awaited me was one I regretted seeing. Somehow, someway, we were no longer in the alleyway, but instead in some weird ass dungeon room. There was also some kind of throne at the front, and the man on it was one that was both glorious and terrifying. His presence demanded respect. Dressed in an all-white suit that stood out starkly against his dark salt-and-pepper beard, I couldn’t help but admire him for a moment before I realized he was still staring at me, waiting for a reply.

“I-I am, I’m sorry,” I murmured, hoping my voice could be heard across the empty space, “Where am I? How did-”

“All in due time, sweetheart, first I have some questions for you.”

Eyebrows shooting up in shock, I couldn’t help the way my head tilted in confusion. Before I could ask what he meant, he rose to his feet and strode over with purpose in his step.

“I’m lookin’ for Lucifer and reliable sources are tellin’ me that you were the last one seen with him,” he said as he came to a stop an arm's length away.

I was forced to nearly break my neck to see him from my position on the floor but my attempt to stand was thwarted by Alex’s heavy hand on my shoulder. I shot him a wary look before turning my attention back to the suited man.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I finally answered.

There was a twitch of his lips before they pulled back into an amused sneer.

“We know you were with Lucifer in that little shop of yours right before he disappeared again, and no one’s seen him since” he spoke coldly, “So I suggest you drop the act. You don’t wanna know what happens if we have to do this the hard way.”

Lucifer. That was the second time he used that name. There must have been some kind of mixup because I’d never met anyone with that name, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t believe that. Still, I had to try.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know any Lucifers,” I said hesitantly, “If I did, I promise I’d tell you.”

“Last chance, sweetheart.”

Frustration welled up in my chest and came out in a rough groan.

“I’m telling the truth!” I bit out thoughtlessly.

With that, he snapped his fingers and suddenly there were three or four people around us, dragging me to my feet and shoving me toward a door. I tried to pull away, tried to fight them off, but there was no use. There were too many of them and they were unbelievably strong.

“Where are you taking me?!” I gasped out as I stumbled over my feet.

“You’re gonna wish you’d done this the easy way,” he chuckled sinisterly, “But I can’t say that I’m disappointed that you chose the hard way, it’s oh so much more fun.”

…

“Oh don’t pass out on me just yet, sweetheart! We’re just gettin’ started!”

Asmodaeus’ words filtered through the haze enveloping my mind but there was no way I could respond; if not for the way my mouth ached, then for the disconnect between my mind and body. It had started out slow, a slap here, a cut there, but it had slowly devolved into something much deeper that sent my brain into an almost catatonic state. I was barely hanging on to consciousness, though that wasn’t even of my own volition. Every time I’d start to fade out, he’d do something to somehow revive my attention just enough to bring the pain back to life.

I tried once more to beg, for what I was unsure at that point; anything had to be better than this.

“What was that?” Asmodeus jeered.

When I couldn’t reply, he laughed loud and long. A fresh round of agony and resentment streamed down the sides of my face as there was pressure once more in my broken wrist. I wanted nothing more than to scream at him, to break free and give him even an ounce of the pain I was feeling. Alas, I could do nothing more than bark out half-assed curses in my mind.

“Now let’s try this once more, where-”

A thundering crash and wailing screams interrupted my torturer’s line of questioning just in the nick of time. I could hear the curse he let out under his breath and, for the first time in over an hour, his presence left my side.

“What in the sam hell is goin’-”

There was another scream from outside before I heard the doors crash open against the walls.

“Oh, little Asmodeus, you should know better than to touch things that aren’t yours.”

My captor let out a wild cackle in response but his words slowly dissipated into the dark as I was blissfully allowed to finally drift into unconsciousness.

It felt like only a second had passed until my senses were once more at full capacity and, before I could even register my actions, I threw myself upright. The first thing I noticed as I looked around for Asmodeus was the lack of said man, and then other little facts began to trickle in; gone was the medical bed I had been strapped to and, instead, there was a giant fluffy mattress. Next was the change of scenery. I was in a dimly lit bedroom of some kind, that smelled oddly like… sandalwood and oranges? I would find it beautiful if I weren’t so lost. Finally, and most importantly, I slowly began to recognize the lack of pain in my body. I was still sore, there was no doubt, and fatigued beyond belief, but it didn’t feel like my body was splayed open like some frog in a dissection class. That was a huge improvement. As I surveyed and stretched my form, I quickly realized there were no physical signs of my torment either, not even one scratch.

“What the fuck?” I whispered softly.

Though my body begged me to stay, I forced myself to leave the comfort of the cloud-like bed in favor of figuring out just where the hell I was. The first door I tried led to an en suite bathroom, an obvious dead end and there was only one other door in the room, so, by process of elimination, that was my next target. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t quite on my side because it didn’t budge an inch no matter how hard I pulled on it.

“You really don’t wanna go out there. I’m still cleaning up the mess Asmodeus and his goons left.”

Pain flourished through my elbow when I spun around and instinctively backed away, right into the door. I started to say a prayer in my mind but it stopped just as quickly as it started when I recognized the person behind me.

“Nick?!”

Spreading his arms open, he let out a chuckle and said, “In the flesh, doll.”

Before I could second guess my actions, I was across the room, flinging myself against him. His solid frame went tense as my arms slid beneath his jacket and wrapped around his waist to tug him in as close as possible.

It didn’t matter that I didn’t really know him. It didn’t matter that this level of intimacy would usually make me flustered. Right now, all that I cared about was the safety his existence provided.

“Can’t say I was expecting that.”

The humor in his tone was underlined with a hint of concern and pity that made my stomach hurt, but the pitter-patter of his heartbeat in my ear as he pulled me in closer easily soothed the pain. I wasn’t with Asmodeus. I wasn’t alone anymore.

Speaking of which; I slowly pulled away only to stare up at him in disbelief as the last few hours pushed to the forefront of my mind. Those now-familiar blues sent a warmth through my chest as he matched the intensity of my gaze.

“How are you here?” I asked softly, “Where even is here? The last I remember we were in that- that- torture room.”

I felt bile rise in my throat but thankfully managed to keep a hold on it. Nick let out a little hiss, clicking his tongue as his eyes rolled to the sky before one of his hands came up to smooth down my hair. I tried my hardest not to lean into the touch but there was no stopping the way my cheeks warmed in delight.

“Well, remember how I said there were things you wouldn’t understand?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“I know this will be hard to believe but you’re in hell.”

All I could do was stare at him, waiting for a laugh or for him to yell ‘psyche’ or something, but it never came. My stomach dropped to my toes as his words buzzed in my mind. Hell. I was in hell. For some reason, that wasn’t the hardest thing to believe after everything that had happened.

“You’re- You’re serious?” I breathed out in disbelief.

“Yep!”

“But Nick, why-”

“Oh, yeah, not Nick by the way,” he cut me off with a little grin.

What in the ever-loving fuck did that mean?!

“I can hear your confusion from here, so, allow me to explain,” not-Nick said as he stepped back.

My eyes were glued to him as he rolled his shoulders back, rising to his full, intimidating, height, and a bright light began to emanate from him. At the same time, black shadows unfurled behind him. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust but once they did, I realized what I thought were shadows were actually wings- giant, black, imperfect wings that extended from one end of the room to the other with mottled stains of blood-red mixed in. My eyes snapped to his only to find bright red irises staring back.

“Who- What are you?”

“I’ve been called many things: prince of darkness, king of hell, fallen angel, daddy, but my actual name is-”

“Lucifer.”

My words come out much softer than expected. Where there should be fear or even anger at being deceived, all I could feel was awe. Now it all made sense; Asmodeus’ questions, the squirminess about his situation, his superiority complex. I didn’t think twice before dropping to my knees and dipping my head down. Nick- Lucifer- was a literal angel. An angel had been walking around with us and we were none the wiser. Fuck, I’d been lusting after an angel. I was suddenly sure of where I was going in the afterlife, based on that fact alone.

“In any other situation, I’d take advantage of that submissive position there, doll, but there’s no need for that now. You’re still healing,” Lucifer stated as his feet moved closer into my line of sight, “Come on, get up and get back into bed.”

“I- I-”

“Don’t make me carry you,” he teased.

Head lifting in shock, I gaped up at him only to get a smirk and a hand my way. I cautiously took the offering and got to my feet, letting him pull me to the bed. Thankfully his wings were gone and his eyes were back to normal, so I felt a little less like a useless peon. Though I was even more confused when he sat down next to me. Rather than gawk at him like some useless fangirl, I pulled my knees up and toyed with a frayed patch on my jeans.

I tried to think back on all I knew about Lucifer, and maybe understand more about this situation, but I was mortified upon realizing I knew almost nothing. Hell, I didn’t know much about religion in general to be fair, never having been a religious person. It was honestly daunting to think that it was all real. Hell, the devil, angels? Did that mean heaven and God were real too? I’d have to ask more about that later if he allowed it.

“I healed you as much as I could but your body has to do the rest,” he sighed after a moment, “Still not back to my full strength, but we’re getting there! The king is back, baby.”

That brought a little smile to my lips. Resting my chin on my palm, I tentatively looked over him once more. This man- no, this angel- had saved my life. Despite knowing he was now more out of reach than ever, I couldn’t help the way my heartbeat stuttered at the realization. There was no way to repay him and yet I would have to find something. What did you do for an all-power celestial being who could have anything they wanted?

As I got lost down the rabbit hole of my thoughts, I was brought back to the present when I stumbled across a certain memory.

“Oh, little Asmodeus, you should know better than to touch things that aren’t yours.”

A flush warmed my cheeks over those words.

Clearing my throat softly, I bit my lip and murmured, “Thank you, by the way. I know it’s nothing in comparison for you literally saving my life, but I’m very thankful.”

The grin that split across his face made my stomach flip flop.

“Ah, it was nothing,” he replied, “Asmodeus had it coming sooner or later anyway. That little prick’s been trying to overthrow me for the last few months.”

“How did you even know where I was?” I asked.

Suddenly his face went soft and, if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was blushing. It was… adorable.

“That’s a story for another time,” he huffed, “Let’s just say, there are bigger things at work here than even me, okay?”

“Well, that’s not cryptic,” I mumbled, earning a smirk once more.

“I’ll fill you in once you’re all healed up. For now, get some more sleep.”

My lips parted to argue but the pressure of his finger on them stole my breath. Oh. That had no right being so hot.

“There’s no arguing, princess. King of hell here, eh? My word is law. You’re staying until I’m sure you’re healthy and don’t have any lasting effects from Asmodeus’ shit,” he said.

It took every ounce of my strength to hold back the moan growing in my chest and instead simply nod in answer. Something about his dominating nature just felt oh so right. Fuck, if I thought my feelings for him were bad before, I was dead wrong. This was a whole new level of lust.

There was an oppressive heat in the air as his finger slowly slid from my lips, down my cheek, to my neck, before stopping along my clavicle. For a moment, I questioned if it wasn’t just me feeling this way, but then the spell was broken. He shot me a smirk as he rose to his feet.

“Rest. I’ll send one of the goons in later with food.”

And with a snap, he was gone.

#supernatural lucifer #supernatural lucifer fanfiction #Spn fanfic #Lucifer/OFC

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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May I request Dollie Dimples from FNACEC with a reader who activates her just to listen to her music?

Like any sane person, you should've thrown in the towel by now.

These legless Chuck-E-Cheese animatronics seemed to be out for blood..so much so it scared the last few nightshift workers into leaving this job. They left voicemails warning you again and again not to take the risk.

Yet you stayed. Why?

Was it for the pay? The thrills?

No, you just wanted to keep the poor things company, realizing that they’re fully aware of being replaced. You didn’t know how that was possible, but this level of sentience must’ve been horrible for them to have, and maybe that’s why they acted so creepy and wanted to hurt you.

Because they needed someone to blame for their inevitable decommissioning.

And who better to blame than a worker?

When Jasper loomed over your desk, he outright told you that everyone’s convinced you’ll forget all about them. You tried telling him that simply wasn’t true. They won’t be gone from anyone’s memories, especially not the children’s.

But try as you might, all of them seemed too-far gone to be reasoned with.

Or well, at least most of them did.

After accessing a “special setting” on your device, you found a character roster where you can control everyone’s AIs, as well as other characters you haven’t seen during your nightshift.

Among them was your favorite: Dolli Dimples.

Ah yes. You enjoyed that sweet old hippo’s piano songs. Although she’s been a bit out of tune and buggy as of late, you still adored her singing through and through. She brought you the same joy that she brought to many kids.

You’ve taken notes of the animatronics’ individual behaviors during the day, remembering that she didn’t “act out” like most of her friends. She seemed the calmest out of all of them.

So you decided to activate her AI for tonight and nobody else, wondering how she was going to behave compared to the others. Even if she was hostile, at least you had the choice to not deal with so many threats at once. You needed a bit of a break.

Soon you entered your office and were surprised to find Dolli sitting at her piano, stationed right in front of your desk. Specifically near the camera monitor.

‘Okay so I don’t need to watch her on cameras since she’s right here.’ You were grateful for that, so you switched it off and sat back in your chair, checking your watch as the seconds ticked closer to midnight.

Then she sprung to life.

“W-W-Well hi there~” She spoke her programmed lines, smiling at you. “I got a sweet treat for all you lovely folks tonight~ So sit back and relax.”

Then she began playing, and you noticed a percentage meter in front of her piano falling. You had to hold a button to “charge” it, further surprising you.

‘Is this really all I gotta do? Huh. Piece of cake.’

In the meantime, you heard Dolli sing one of her usual ditties and...wow...her voice was still ever-so lovely despite how slightly distorted it sounded. You couldn’t judge her for that. It’s not her fault. She was trying her best.

Hello~ Dolli, well, hello~! Dolli, it’s so nice to have you back where you belong~! You’re lookin’ swell~ Dolli, we can tell~ Dolli, you’re still glowing, you’re still crowing, you’re still going strong~!

Lord, she really did make you feel like a child again in this dark and dreary place, making you smile and hum along to her symphony. Somehow you knew in your heart she couldn’t be that dangerous.

As she shifted her gaze to yours for a moment, you swore her eyes were sparkling with joy.

And her smile seemed so genuine.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #fnacecr x reader #five nights at chuck e cheese x reader #fnacec x reader #fluff #platonic

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notasapleasure · 1 year

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EastEnders run (2000-2001), Part 1/4

COME GET YOUR (so many) (bad quality) SCREENCAPS, BABES

I’ve split this into four parts (1: four episodes, 2: three episodes, 3: three episodes, 4: the two episodes from 2001), and posting the rest of the parts may be interrupted by other recaps if I need a break from Albert Square... Apologies for the many unexplained references to long-standing EastEnders characters. I have walked through the shame I thought I was already free of and come through fully cleansed and at peace: yes, I remember this era of the soap fairly well.

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God the visceral response I have to the theme tune like 'switch it off switch it off flee the room!!' I mean I do remember phases where I saw it regularly - Sonya's surprise baby, Ian Beale being miserable, Frank wearing nothing but his spinning bow-tie...

I'm still traumatised.

I am only here because young Chook is described as a heart-throb. And it's accurate.

Fuckkkkk me i am slain

Jack Robbins’s first appearance was on 17 August 2000, his second on 21 August, but unfortunately those are two of the three episodes I couldn’t find on YouTube. if I turn them up later I’ll do another post for completism’s sake.

22 August 2000

He’s following his ex. Jury’s out as to whether we’d call it stalking yet.

Oh look it's Ian Beale! God, maybe I saw this when it aired? Scary thought.

So from what I understand, Chook is Jack, whose ex, Sandra has moved back in with her ex (big menacing guy I forgot his name - BEPPE! Blast from the past Beppe). Jack's desperate to see Sandra and talk about things. There's something iirc about Sandra being unable to have kids and Jack being ok with that, while the guy she's with doesn't know. Squick potential: high.

(Steps' cover of Tragedy is playing in the background of a scene and I just. Astral projected to the Smash Hits awards 1998 hhhhhhh)

Ooh Jack's going for a lunchtime pint with menacing boyfriend Beppe. Aren't you a copper, Jack?

IT'S MARTIN KEMP! GOLD -GOLD - ALWAYS BELIEVE IN YOUR SOULLL YOU'RE INDESTRUCTABLEEEE ALWAYS BELIEVE IN....

Ahem.

I'd hit that too.

The video quality is tragic, I'm sorry...

Having a cheeky fag outside so he can catch Sandra and get her name taken off the paperwork on his flat :')

Looks like all three of them are going for a pint after all! Sandra doesn't want to, and Jack's not exactly receptive to those vibes...if you love her that much have you considered respecting her wishes, Jack?

Beppe is asking if he doesn't have a girlfriend! Awks. Just fucknmng. Ficking. Fuck. Fucking look at him though

It's a sore point. Beppe gloats about Jack the lad getting stung.

"Look, if you really wanna know, we were living together. But she left me."

🥺🥺🥺🥺 Sandra what's wrong with you love???

Beppe tries to help by pointing out that he and Sandra split up and then got back together "for good" so there's hope for him yet!

Beppe please note how little you are helping

Drinking a tiny glass of wine (or gin?) and smoking fags (indoors! This is like archaeology!) And though Sandra told him to go, he gets another round in and says it's the only way he can get to talk to her.... Sandra: "There's nothing to talk about!" Don't be a creep babe.

Beppe volunteers his whole afternoon if Jack needs to work through anything :')

Ah yes, Beppe and Sandra already have a kid - Jack says it must be hard just having the one when Beppe says they're trying for a second.

The expression of a man who knows that ain't going to be possible and can't say a thing about it:

Jack.exe has encountered a problem and needs to shut down!

Video rentals! History in action!

Beppe's so worried about his dear friend Jack. Hasn't seen him for years but he doesn't like seeing him like that.

Jack honey, I'd like you a lot more if you weren't behaving so much like a stalker standing in the rain outside Sandra and Beppe's place. Banging on the door and yelling.

She doesn't 'owe' you squat, dude :(

Oh mai gawd TAMZIN OUTHWAITE. this is. This really is the Era.

He wants to know why she just up and left with nothing but a note, says he gave her the space she asked for but doesn't know why she's here with Beppe now. She says it's because of the kid (who we haven't even seen crol).

"Maybe I wanted to be with Joe too!" Soft. Kicked puppy whine. We could have tried for custody, visiting rights, all very noble and then again SHOUTY. >:(

*squirts him with spray bottle*

Bad. I don't care if it's compulsory on EastEnders. Behave yourself.

He does, a bit. Can't understand why it matters that Beppe still loves her.

"After all I've done he still loves me."

"After all you've done? Sandra he's the reason you left in the first place."

:((

Sandra tells him she always loved Beppe even when they were together and, I repeat myself from Casualty: "Look, Lise, you can pinpoint the exact moment etc etc" :(

"You really reckon you love this guy?...So why are you lying to him? You promised him another kid. How you gonna do that?"

Jackolas I am warning you about your tone and I have the spray bottle at the ready again >:(

He just sound ls a bit defeated now when she asks what he's going to do next, but immediately asks "What are you scared of?" when Sandra is cagey about telling Beppe she can't have kids anymore.

Jack was there for her when she had a miscarriage and hysterectomy, and can't understand why she'd stay with Beppe if she's afraid he'd leave her on finding out :(

Sandra, quite rightly: "This is not about you!"

But he's very attached to the baby they didn't get to have and he thinks she's blaming him.

She refuses to leave Beppe, he refuses to be left by her etc etc round and round again. It's believable I guess but oof.

Also fucking weirding me out how much Sandra looks like Felicity Jones...

And now he's acting like it's "all because I couldn't provide you with a kid" yiiiiiikes

*furiously spritzes big man with squirty bottle but has to cover her eyes because it's not like that kiss was BAD I mean -*

I’m so sorry for the image quality, lighting, camera angle, etc etc.

I will just say that the way he breaks the kiss, by taking her shoulder and pushing her back, is identical to the way he breaks the hug with Cassian in Rix Road, though :3

"You tell Beppe it's not him, it's me you love."

Sweetheart you are SMOKING but that is no excuse. I think Sandra and Joe need some space away from all of you, and I'm certain this would have been my feeling if I saw this in 2000 because I never liked the big shouty men of EastEnders.

He did get the bombshell line before the credits though, so kudos young Chook!

24 August 2000

One assumes Jack is not, in fact, leaving. Well he's certainly not going to leave if Sandra's the one calling him 👀

God look at all these people having their lunchtime pints! (Yes that was jealously you detected in my tone)

Sandra, helping yourself to a man's fag while he's smoking isn't a neutral gesture, just ask Merab and Irakli...

She's mainly worried he'll tell Beppe about things and he's no fucking gent about it, saying why should he keep quiet *reloads spray bottle*

(I feel like a PI taking long lens snaps of these two on the park bench smh)

"I don't care what you say", no matter how nice what comes after this is.... it's not something you should be saying to express your love here 🙃

She does kind of agree that there's still something though. "Can't have it all, can I?"

I already knew I had no maternal instinct but if I could go and live child-free with *gestures* then I'd say that's close enough to 'having it all'. [N.B. *gestures at husband* I do actually Have It All]

Sandra: "Please don't mess things up for me."

And.... it's probably just because he hasn't said anything for a bit, but that scene left me sympathising with him more. Sandra hasn't exactly handled the break-up well and expecting him to 'not mess things up for her' when she's just messed up everything for him is a bit rich.

We've interrupted this programme for a theological discussion of euthanasia!

Also yeah, Tamzin Outhwaite early bi crush, for sure.

There's plenty of other entertaining stuff in this episode (oh god what am I saying) but no more Jack!

4 September 2000

Seeing Ian Beale happy brings such a feeling of foreboding. This can't last, mate.

Here's the infamous Joe! Sandra and Beppe seem happy. How nice for them.

Phil Mitchell and your face like a slapped arse! I forgot you'd be here too!

Lunchtime drinks with his best mate Beppe! Oh Jack...:/

Jack love, if you can't handle seeing your ex back with her previous guy, maybe stop going for drinks with said guy in the only local drinking establishment :')

Smoking sure is a filthy habit when you look like that doing it (don't @ me)

Ooh, Jack's in CID, specialising in illegal gambling. Fancy!

Beppe leaves the table and Jack looks at Sandra: "This must be fate..."

"Why don't you just drink up and go, eh?"

He pulls SUCH a face at this but the video quality is horrible.

Oh lovely, now Beppe's inviting him to come round and hang out with him and Joe while Sandra's out. Just form a polycule already guys!

Ohhhh Jack, back on your bullshit

Leave her alone! Sympathy has expired - I'm getting the spray bottle again....

Oh Laura :( pleasure derived from seeing Ian Beale happy: eliminated. Billy's slut-shaming Mel, Sonya's Backstreet Boy-bangs boyfriend is going to get her knocked up...all the men are AWFUL. Actually Beppe is one of the only well-behaved ones right now. Yikes.

21 September 2000

The 5 September episode isn't up on YouTube so, we're on to 21 September, how will I ever catch up?

Oh, little Mo and co have moved in!

Mate, are there no buttons on that shirt?

Sandra thought he'd gone for good. "What made you think that?"

I DON'T KNOW DUDE. MAYBE BECAUSE SHE KEEPS ASKING YOU TO LEAVE

I mean ok, following her to the launderette is bad, stop it Jack, but then again:

"If I fell apart every time you decided to drop in I'd be a right mess wouldn't I?"

You're a stronger woman than I am Sandra 🫡

Presumably he has gone away for a bit because he asks if she fell apart when he left - to which she says he doesn't have the right to ask that sort of question anymore. It's like watching a fight in a nursery playground smh.

Thank u YouTube gods for the slightly better quality video this time

He's applied for a transfer to Bristol and says she and Joe should come with him. He thinks she's 'hiding behind' Joe, because she won't try for custody and would "rather play 'appy fam'lies wiv Beppe than wiv me!"

Sandra says that's not true, which uhhhh isn't exactly going to put him off

Rights for Sonya's big thighs! Actually she was so important to me for that.

Ohhhh Sandra's subtly quizzing Ian's property lawyer about custody cases...

Frank's getting in on the All Men Are Awful act, and Dot's really getting into her crisis of faith, wow! We're trying out some Biblical textual criticism, go girlies! (Aww, old Ethel has died since last episode - and it sounds like Dot helped her). Blimey Dot Cotton having a Shakespearian soliloquy alone in the church sure was A Scene! They did not have to go that hard!

So let's lighten things up with a bit of teenage larceny :)

Dot's turned herself in for murder. This isn't Jack related, I'm just. It's wild, ok?

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End of Part 1! Can’t believe how much more enjoyable this is than like....any modern police procedural. Jack’s scenes are pretty repetitive, and because I haven’t seen the first two episodes he’s in I don’t know if we ever see what his life with Sandra was like. He talks about how nice and normal it was, and I can imagine the kind of desperation he shows if she’s really acting like a cultist who’s gone back inside, but it’s really not clear enough that that’s what’s going on, so he does come over as somewhat too intense and entitled. Pretty, though. I’ll give him that. My one piece of constructive criticism? All those buttons undone and no chest hair - I don’t believe it for a minute. I will track down whoever waxed him and wax every inch of their body and douse them in dettol.

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