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azurecrystalz · 1 year

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[Translation] Spider / Kohaku's Sacrifice 1

Kohaku: We're back. Just like you asked, there's drinks and snacks.

Rinne: Ohh. Welcome back, thanks for the hard work. We're just about done here too. All I gotta do is just put down these candles and--there.

Kohaku: Uwoh. What is all this? You definitely went above and beyond with preparing everything. Where did you even get these futons?

HiMERU: Amagi went and got them from the Vice President's room. You’d think telling 100 stories would just be some late night chit-chat, but for it to end up going this far…—Amagi. The use of fire is strictly prohibited here. Candles or anything of the like would surely cause trouble, no?

Rinne: It’s fiiiiine. These candles are LEDs, not real. If you blow on it there’s even a sensor that picks it up, and the candle will go out! Surely if we do something we gotta do it right~

Kohaku: Don’t only be motivated at a time like this…it’s awful.

HiMERU: Go on. This is the practice room we use frequently, so there’s nothing to be particularly scared of.

Rinne: Ah. Merumeru, are you suuuure about that? Watch this. If I put the light out like so—

Rinne: What do you think of this! Isn’t this great? It’s the perfect setting for telling ghost stories, isn’t it? This training is definitely gonna be good. Right, Kohaku-chan?

Kohaku: Ugh….

Kohaku: (Th-that’s true. Up until a few minutes ago, I was doing just fine. Then the second the lights went out, this place turned into that way it was “just like then”*…! Are we seriously going to tell 100 stories in a place like this? There’s tons of stories about people getting into trouble when telling horror stories like this for laughs, so why on earth are we doing it? Not to mention, why do we have to be in the dark? It wouldn’t make a difference if we were in the light. Aren’t we living in an era of diversity? Wouldn’t it be so much better if we told 100 stories in a nice, bright room with BGM and light sticks waving around!)

Kohaku: (Ah. Being in the dark made my senses sharper. I can sense things more than usual…! Usually I wouldn’t even spare these things much of my attention. But I can even smell tasty food around…nn? Wait, isn’t it weird that I’m smelling something tasty? We’re in a pretty big building, after all. If I’m not hallucinating, then where is it coming from…?)

Niki: …~ (Happily getting a large dinner ready)

Rinne: Grrah! Niki, Rinne-kun over here is trying real hard to make the perfect setting for telling ghost stories, and you’re ruining the mood!

Niki: Owowowowow!? Quit putting me in a headlock~!? B-Besides, Rinne-kun, didn’t you say it would be okay to eat a good dinner~? That’s why I gave it my best effort to make all this!?

Rinne: There’s a limit to what you’re supposed to do! What the hell even is all this?! We’re not in a buffet!

HiMERU: There’s sandwiches, onigiri, soup, pizza as well as dumplings, fried chicken, and french fries. Even cakes and jellies too…All of this lined up really does make it look like a buffet.

Niki: Like I said~. I’m more scared of going hungry then of ghosts. That’s why I have to make sure everything is all set for dinner. I would be terrified if I went hungry in the middle of the night…

Kohaku: ……..

Kohaku: (Hm? They’re acting like normal, so I don’t feel as scared as I did before. I can do this…! At this rate, making it to the end is doable…! I’ll make it through this no matter what it takes! I’ll get through today so that I can make it to a beautiful tomorrow!)

Kohaku: …….

HiMERU: ……..

Rinne: …..*Gulp*

Niki: —It couldn’t have been the manager or anyone else in the staff. So, just who was the guy that I saw at “Cinnamon”…I wonder if it had anything to do with the high fever I had for three days after that. I still have no idea. That’s where my story stops. Ah, hm? What’s wrong? You guys suddenly went quiet.

Rinne: You, the hell are you on about?! You’re the one that’s in a position where you say something a little off and everyone else says “No way, that’s not it”!

Niki: Eeeh?! You’re the one that asked me to tell a horror story so I did~!?

HiMERU: That horror story was the most genuine. Especially because of the fact that it’s in a setting that’s familiar to us, so it made it more realistic.

Rinne: Seriously. Niki’s such a bastard~. Nn? Ah, it’s already getting really late so I’m gonna take a quick break. We’ve still got the whole night ahead of us.

HiMERU: You’re still up for it, Amagi? HiMERU, for one, would like to get some rest.

Rinne: Don’t be such a loner, Merumeru~

HiMERU: Please don’t latch onto HiMERU. It’s irritating.

Niki: Augh…My stomach is at it’s limit since I’ve been up this long…! At this rate I’m gonna die, and I’ll be the ghost here~…

HiMERU: Shiina. Don’t fall onto the tile. If you’re going to collapse anywhere, at least fall onto one of the futons.

Kohaku: (He was the one I thought I could listen to without any worries! That traitooor! …What am I gonna do now. I have to use the bathroom…)

Kohaku: …..(Secretly looks around)

Kohaku: (Rinne-han is definitely gonna make fun of me, no way. Niki-han is…uuun. He wouldn’t make fun of me but he’d prioritize his food, I can’t count on him. I’m also holding a grudge against him for what happened before. HiMERU-han really is the only one I can ask here…)

HiMERU: Good grief. How the two of you are the eldest but are still managing to put yourselves in this kind of mess is unbelievable.

Kohaku: (whispering) HiMERU-han.

HiMERU: Hm? What’s wrong, Oukawa?

Kohaku: U-umm…I need to use the bathroom…HiMERU-han, could you…

HiMERU: ……

HiMERU: Ah, just when HiMERU was thinking he could use a break. Could he come with you, Oukawa?

Kohaku: …..! Yeah! Let’s go together~

(*): I had a little trouble translating this part, but in case there’s clarification needed he’s talking about what he told Niki last chapter. The setting to him feels like the time he discovered the forum in his zashikirou.

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trash-monkey · 9 months

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Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 8

Looking into the mirror I can see a large detailed dragon had been inked into my skin and it's wings goes down my arms to curve a little to the front as it's massiv body is curled to fit onto my back, the only color in whole piece is the bright red moon sitting at the base of my neck.

"You two are talented!" I'm in aw at the master piece that's now forever carved into my skin.

"There's one last thing we need to do before we're done today." Stan speak as he covers up the tattoo in clear plastic as it can heal without getting infected which Mercy had me sit down once I'm done with that.

"We're ordered to sharpen your canines." She said after having me open my mouth to find two slightly sharp teeth in the front on the top and bottom before sticking something in to keep it forced open while she spread numbing gel over the four teeth so it doesn't hurt me to much.

"We have to wait until you're completely numb." She moves her rolling chair over to me so she can sit down in front of me before fooling with her tools beside my seat which this room must be their own work shop for Tattooing, hairstyling, I can see piercing guns in another station, dental work, and more stations I don't know anything about.

"Stan, hold his head." She reluctantly ask him which he did and hold my head up in a tight hold without trying to hurt me, moving my lip I can feel them numbing meaning my gums and teeth already are.

"Umming." I spoke as best as I could around the object.

"Good to go?" Mercy asked which I give her thumbs up and she start to get to work, soon my canines are sharper then ever but I'll have to be careful not to hurt myself with them though.

"That's it,we're done with modifying you but you're one of the lucky few not to be forced to have piercings as they'll just get ripped out." Mercy mumbled to as she cleans her tools as I sit on the seat waiting for the numbing to go away.

"As you heard we're now your caretakers." Stan hands me a cold water with a straw as it'll only hurt when it touches my teeth until they stop being sensitive.

"Thanks" I nod at his statement before drinking the water.

"Once your teeth are good I'll get you a sandwich, ok?" Mercy said which I give a nod and whispered a thanks as I sip on the water.

"You done with your water? We need to get you to our room." With a nod I hand the water back to Stan as Mercy hook a leash to my metal collar and leads me back into the room with the people.

"You got a fighter!" A woman stalks over at seeing us coming from the work room.

"Never I would though you'll get a fighter! Especially this type!" Her red lips pulls into a smirk as she looks me over, her finger tips carefully runs through my new haircut before looking into my mouth after opening it and look at my tattoo through the plastic that's on it.

"What's his code name?" She asked once she's done looking at me.

"Ryuu" Mercy response before tugging me to come closer by the leash which I did.

"Fitting! I'm sure you're busy!" The woman stalks off back to where she was before seeing us and we continue on to where Mercy was going, soon she leads me through a long dark colored hall and into one of the many black doors. The room is darkly beautiful as candles are scattered around the room as there's no windows in the room to let sunlight in, dark colored blankets and tapestries are laying or hanging around. Mercy brings me over to where a small corner is designed for a pet with a chain mounted to the wall which she hook onto my collar although the corner isn't fancy.

"I know it ain't nothing to fancy but you'll have to make do as we can't let anyone know we're treating you right." I give a nod as she brings me a small pillow and blanket.

"Thank you, what should I call you and Stan." She paused for a moment.

"Ma'am and Sir, sleep" she shuts the door behind her and leaves me to my thoughts on how to survive in the situation I'm in before sleep finally comes to me.

"Ryuu up, come on up." Mercy wakes me up early in the morning before handing me a water with a straw and a sandwich when I sit up which I quickly start eating once I'm aware enough.

"Thank you Ma'am" I said after taking a bite knowing they can't feed me all the time so I take my time.

"We need to teach you somethings in two days so you don't get annihilated in the ring" she said as she wakes Stan that's laying in the bed a few feet from my corner, I watch as the two get ready for the day as I eat my small breakfast and once they're done Stan unhooks me from the wall.

"Here" he holds a dagger out to me which I take and he watch how I hold it.

"You handle a knife before?" I give a nod as I did in my last life.

"You'll be facing crazy and starving animals or other people." I give a nod at the information, we spend what time Stan can spare to teach me what he can during the two days before my match comes up and it comes up faster then we can expected. It seems luck is on my side as the the large tattoo on my back is heal and don't have the plastic restricting my movements, Mercy brings and leaves me with a ring handler that looks after fighters during matches which he hands me a worn old knife after removing my rag of a shirt but it's better then nothing I say.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Yuu Osamu fighting ring! We have a brand new fighter! So give a round of applause for Ryuu Leiko!" The handler leads me into the ring, the floor is sand while the walls of the ring are wooden with the audience sitting at the top of it. People applaud as the handler shows me off to them before pulling to the side to let the announcer reveal the thing I'll be fighting, another handler comes in as the announcer calls him in but I don't pay attention as it's on the starving dog pulling on its leash. My grip tightens on the knife as the another handler pulls him to the other side of the rings, I close my eyes for a few seconds as I let a breath out praying to whoever is listening to give me the strength to survive this whole ordeal to see my one loves again along with the people I wish to meet in this world and right as I hear the announcer starting our fight I open my eyes.

"Uhm" I winced as Mercy applied disinfectant to the claw wounds that's running across my chest I got when I didn't roll out of the way fast enough and it isn't the only wound I got but it's the worst, luckily I didn't get any on my back as I'm starting to really like the tattoo.

"You're lucky." Mercy mumbled as she wraps my wounds, I fought hard which the audience liked and especially when I put the dog out of its misery.

"You did what you had to do." Mercy spoke after seeing the sad look on my face.

"I know, it was me or the dog." I mumbled as she get off the bed and put together her medical kit.

"How's your teeth?" Stan question as he hands me a water.

"They're good but I have to get use to them." He nods and give me slices of apple to eat on.

"When's my next match?" I questioned as I eat and return to my corner.

"Same time tomorrow." Mercy doesn't look at me but I know she doesn't want this for me, I give her a nod while thinking I have to be careful not to make my wounds worse in the next match and the two leaves the room to give me some privacy to think.

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#fanfic #male y/n #male reader #anime #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyrev #tokyo revengers au #ran and rindou #child reader #tokrev ran #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #tr rindou #tokrev rindou

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thessalian · 8 months

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Faerun!Alisaie vs Gathering a Team

Shadowheart lies unconscious on a path, wreckage everywhere...

Alisaie: *sitting on a barrel; playing and singing to the tune of The Wellerman* There once was a bard from Baldur's Gate / A nautiloid ship near sealed her fate / The ship broke up / We all fell down / Onto the beach below... / Here does an Alisaie sit / WIth nice sharp rapier and sharper wit / Shadowheart, wake up a bit / So we can damn well go...

Shadowheart: *groans* What--?

Alisaie: Oh good; I really did not want to have to shake you. Didn't want to be too close when you woke up in case you were a bit shaky and thought I was something to smack. While you collect yourself ... I'm figuring from the messed-up corpses of locals that there's a settlement somewhere. Any clue where we are?

Shadowheart: Not a one. We need to find supplies and a cure. Probably in approximately that order. I ... assume your sitting around here means you're amenable to teaming up?

Alisaie: I pried you out of a mind flayer pod; I'm not abandoning you now. Any clue where Lae'zel ended up?

Shadowheart: To the hells with her.

Alisaie: Given all the imps and devils and shit we were fighting, at least she'd be going someplace familiar, I guess. Still, c'mon. Team Dangerous Company.

Shadowheart: *siiiiiiigh* If we run into her, I suppose. For now, supplies. That settlement you were talking about. And hopefully, a cure.

Alisaie: Yeah, okay, but quick thing - do you still have that crossbow I threw at you on the ship?

Shadowheart: *pats herself down* Seems so. Why?

Alisaie: Because there are a few intellect devourers kind of in the way of further exploration and I don't know how bad they're hurt but Us kind of wrecked shit up so I'd rather kill them from a distance for now.

Shadowheart: You're cunning. This team-up might be a better idea than I thought. Even if you still want to help the bloody gith.

Alisaie: Honestly, kind of don't want to, but githyanki spend all their time fighting illithids and they might actually know about a cure. So better to stay kind of on her good side.

Shadowheart: Do you think that's possible?

Alisaie: Provided I leave her in camp every time I want to do anything nice for anyone, ever? Yes.

Shadowheart: ...I hate that your logic actually works. Let's go shoot brains with feet.

After the summary murder of brains with feet, up a cliff with a badly-behaved waypoint rune

Alisaie; Shadowheart: Whaaaaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuuck...?

Gale: *sticking hand out of portal* Little help?

Alisaie: ...It's going to be one of those days, isn't it. *touches portal* Hush. Whatever mess he made of your spot in the Weave, he's very sorry and he won't do it again. Now unclench a little so we can stop him being a nuisance, okay?

Gale: ...That's ... a little hurtful but fair. And working. And yes, I am very sorry for the magical disruption I am causing. Now pull, please?

Alisaie: *yanks*

Alisaie; Gale: *both go flying*

Shadowheart: Is your life always like this?

Alisaie: I. Am. A. Bard.

Shadowheart: ...Fair.

Gale: *getting up* Right! Gale of Waterdeep, at your service! I saw you running around the nautiloid. We're in about the same boat as well as formerly the same ship, no?

Alisaie: Okay, I missed you entirely. Sorry about that. Big ship and we were kind of in a hurry. But yes. Want to join Team Dangerous Company? We're off hunting for the means of survival - short and long-term.

Shadowheart: You're just collecting us like fancy figurines, aren't you.

Alisaie: Like I told Lae'zel when I was going to rescue you - anyone remotely responsive and not necessarily trying to kill us. And this one seems personable. Also, given wilderness and those dead goblins over there, wouldn't it be nice to have someone who can chuck fire at problems?

Shadowheart: I can chuck fire at problems!

Gale: Two words: Magic. Missile.

Shadowheart: Oh, fine. I suppose it's better than just the two of us at any rate.

A little ways up the road, where a remarkably pale elf is rooting around in the bushes

Astarion: I have one of those brain-things cornered!

Alisaie: And you bothered to do that without a weapon?!?

Astarion: Oh, I have one. *jumps Alisaie*

Gale: I. Will. Set. You. On. FIRE.

Astarion: And you'd barbecue your little girlfriend right along with me--

Alisaie: *headbutts Astarion*

Astarion: OW! *lets go*

Alisaie: One - I am not anybody's 'little girlfriend'. Two - you drew a knife on me but didn't stab me; why? Is this your plane's way of saying hello?

Astarion: I saw you on the ship; what did you do to me?

Alisaie: Put the knife down and I will explain.

Astarion: I am not stupid.

Alisaie: Fine. Then stand there like an idiot clutching a knife like it's your dick and wait like three seconds.

Astarion: Excuse you; I--

Mind-Sharing Thing: *happens*

Astarion: Ah. I assume that was the answer to "why exactly should I wait". Right. Apologies.

Alisaie: *turns to Shadowheart* See why I didn't want to shake you awake before? I know I'd probably freak out if I woke up after that whole mess with someone in my face.

Shadowheart: ...You're inviting this one along too, aren't you.

Gale: What happened to, "and aren't trying to kill us"?

Alisaie: If he'd been trying to kill us, I'd at least be bleeding right now. Also, again, dead goblins. A straight-up non-magical combatant would do us good. Unless you want to wait and have us drag Lae'zel along...

Shadowheart: ...I suppose he's better than that, anyway. Fine.

Astarion: ...Thanks for the vote of confidence.

And, a little further into the wilderness

Lae'zel: *psychically shrieking anger*

Alisaie: ... *quietly singing* Despite all her rage, she is still just a gith in a cage...

Shadowheart: *snrk*

Alisaie: Thank you; I'll be here all week. Welp. If we let her out of there, she's going to want the tieflings dead for doing that to her. I don't want to just go around killing random tieflings. Just ... if you can't follow my lead, hang back.

Gale: What exactly are you--?

Alisaie: *apparently legitimate panic* Run! Run for your lives! The invasion force is here! They've come for their scout and your smallclothes and your cheese wheels! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIVES!

Shadowheart; Gale; Astarion: *staaaaaare*

Tieflings: ...Fuck a bunch of this. *leave in a relative hurry*

Gale: ...smallclothes?

Astarion: ......cheese wheels?!?

Alisaie: Say it fast enough, and with enough conviction, you could just be shouting random gnomish swear words and they'd get the idea. *lets Lae'zel down*

Lae'zel: It's about time! Now, from what I've seen, there's a creche nearby; they will have a cure!

Alisaie: Calm your tits, Lae'zel. We keep tripping over people with these tadpole things and while I know that killing anything illithid-related is your reason for living, we're not leaving illithids in-potentia wandering around the general population! We're also going to explore other avenues for a cure because frankly, I know what your culture's like and while they might expend resources on curing one of their own, the best cure we could hope for is a quick death. And I know you're not going to like this, so go back to where we've set up camp and ... recover, practice sword forms, practice all the swear words you're going to want to use on me.

Lae'zel: ...Don't keep me waiting. *leaves*

Alisaie; Shadowheart; Gale; Astarion: ..................................

Alisaie: ...So! Who's up for exploring those ruins over there; maybe find something we can use or at least trade for supplies?

Gale: What happened to "don't keep her waiting"?

Alisaie: Lady needs to learn she's not the centre of the universe, and that we're not her foot soldiers. Frankly, she can get fucked.

Astarion: I'd say "not really, since we're leaving her on her own", but I'm assuming she's got some imagination.

Alisaie: Thaaaaaat's the spirit! Let's go, Team Dangerous Company!

Gale: For all you've been through, you're ... remarkably cheerful.

Alisaie: Eh, inwardly I'm freaking out. But I'm a bard. My life is guided by whatever god or goddess is set over epic narrative so if I just ... be me at it, as hard as I can, it'll be okay. Let's go.

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thoughtfulcandymiracle · 9 months

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valleyfthdolls · 2 years

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Idk if it’s okay to ask but for a writing prompt but I would like to see a short oneshot but it focuses on Amy and how she was often talked about how unusual she looked for a typical hedgehog. I just need some dose of Amy angst.

Ask and ye shall receive, anon!

CW for writing that may be reminiscent of dysmorphia and depictions of children in emotionally distressing situations under the cut, also it's fucking long because I went overboard.

"Are you sure she's even a hedgehog?"

The whispers followed her everywhere. Since she was old enough to process the noises around her, it was all she could hear.

(A frequently heard conversation:

"No, no, we're not sure- but what else could she be?" Missus Bella Rose pointed out, her voice hushed. Amy wasn't supposed to hear. She didn't want her surrogate daughter knowing the things the grown-ups said about her. "Look at her quills. They're a dead ringer for a hedgehog."

"But that's about all, isn't it?" Miss Delilah Mouse, a friend of Bella's asked. "Look at the shape of them. Hedgehog quills don't do that."

Bella furiously motioned for Delilah to quiet down while Amy tried her best not to look over so they wouldn't know she was eavesdropping.

"Keep your voice down, will you, Delilah?" Bella shot back. "...She has to be something."

Delilah scoffed, much quieter this time. Amy's ears twitched as she tried to keep listening in. "Yes, I know she has to be something. But if she really was a different-looking hedgehog, Bell, do you think it would be causing all of this fuss?"

Yes, Amy thought, though she didn't say anything. She wasn't supposed to respond to the commotion, the comments from those around her or even the concern from the ones who'd taken her in. That was the rule she set herself. It was easier that way, for everyone. But she was a hedgehog, and she knew that. Her rosy pink ears, the stubby, thick quills that made up her coat, it all meant she was a hedgehog. She knew for sure.)

She'd read in the books that Missus Bella Rose had around the house that porcupines and animals like that had longer, sharper quills that detached from the body. Amy couldn't imagine her quills pulling out. It sounded painful. And Amy's quills weren't like that, so she had to be a hedgehog. There was nothing else she could be. That was what she told herself over and over, and what she told the other children. She was a hedgehog, and she knew it.

If only she looked like one.

Her least favorite part of getting ready for each day was looking in the mirror to touch up and see how the rest of her looked. Her spines were something she would never be able to get right, because they refused to just stick up like normal hedgehog spines did, but she could still make the rest of her look how she liked. Her wardrobe was full of soft, cute clothing, and she knew her most comfortable green shirt and favorite orange skirt were sure to cheer her up. It wasn't the red-trimmed white blouse and skirt she usually wore, but maybe today it was time for a change.

The soft fabric of her green collared shirt was comforting, immediately. As she slipped on her orange skirt, she grinned at herself in the mirror. She looked adorable.

Her joy quickly faded, though, as she caught a glimpse of her quills, tailing straight down to her shoulders.

Hedgehog quills didn't do that. That was what she had been told more times than she could count on both hands, and probably both feet. She was more than well aware at this point that she was probably the only hedgehog on planet Earth who looked like this.

She looked back at her outfit and tried to smile at her reflection again, but her joy didn't come back. She gritted her teeth, tried to push the corners of her mouth up into a smile again, but it didn't happen. She couldn't force herself. Not while looking right at the one part of herself that she'd grown to hate.

She looked away, her eyes directing to a red hairtie on the ground next to her small bed corner.

...But maybe she didn't have to hate it anymore.

Her smile rose again at the idea. She grabbed the hairtie, wrapped it around her wrist, and got busy trying to push her spines up and back, the way she had seen Missus Bella Rabbit do with the long locks of fur between her ears. It was uncomfortable. She felt her quills shifting to the new position weirdly, her entire body unused to it, but the discomfort was short lived, and Amy continued to persist. She struggled and tugged, until she had the hairtie wrapped around her quills, holding them back the way real hedgehog quills did. And then she looked in the mirror to admire her handiwork.

She grinned proudly, again, for a second. But then, as she looked in the mirror, her little heart began to break, and she could hardly comprehend why. She felt like she was looking at a costume, a costume of someone she wanted to be but wasn't, and she didn't know why she wasn't the costume but just the person in it. She could feel her breath coming in short puffs and gasps, her head starting to hurt from the lack of proper air. She stared at the scared little girl in the mirror. The spines around her forehead started to puff up in response to her distress as she began to click and hiss, trying to regulate her feelings for what she was seeing.

Then she started to weep.

It was worse like this. It was so much worse.

Amy yanked her quills out of the hairtie and dropped it on the ground. Huffing in distress, she looked back at the mirror. It looked like her now. Even if she looked wrong, if she didn't look how a real hedgehog was supposed to, she could at least recognize herself.

She sat down against the mirror on the wall and curled up inside her loose quills.

#~900 words #angst #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #fic reqs #de hedgifying the hedgehogs in sonic the hedgehog (for some reason)

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partyinthemysterymachine · 1 year

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Ooh, deleted scene?

D E L E T E D - S C E N E

ok SO!! this is a Deleted Scene™️ (1/????) from the Library Arc©️ fiasco that it was (fond), specifically Ch64: Bible.

it's VERY silly, LOL, but the idea was in my brain and i had to do what i always do: Just Fuckin Write It Out, Cuz U Never Know If It's Worth It™️ (but also, i consider all my scenes - whether the make The Cut (haha, funny bc it literally got cut) or not - to be an exercise in character development; we're just here to have fun, gang!!)

so....... without further aduuuuuuu:

✨the deleted scene✨

(spoiler alert?? .. idk...???? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ spoilers-ish. maybe. FEH idk)

(CONTEXT: this occurred just after James came back up from the basement and Harry's telling him about the botched bible. Unfortunately i don't seem to have whatever'd led up to this, but one can only assume that James had the Universe Brained idea to suggest that Harry go look for another bible in the library.)

“By god, we are just on the same wavelength today!” Harry exclaimed, loaded with enough petty sarcasm to burst a bat. He pushed the chair back a bit at an angle to give himself room, threw one knee over the other, and landed the topmost a good smack. “And yanno what?” Then, with the flair and wobble of a wet noodle, dropped his side into the short backing of the chair, and slung his bent elbow over its ledge, beaming at James’s unamused face. “I thought the same thing! — and even went to check!”

James stared deadpan into Harry’s fake, stretched-out smile. Facing each other with contrasting expressions like that, they looked like the famous pair of stage drama masks. He knew where this was going the moment Harry started up with his dramatic nonsense, and now that it seemed like Harry was waiting for him to take his turn, he still hadn’t decided how much freedom to be an asshole he wanted Harry to have.

His nose released a short bout of wind. “Oh dear. Oh no.” James uttered, all in a monotone that made plywood seem interesting. “Did something happen.”

“James, you are not going to believe this,” Harry began in a way so sugarcoated that James thought that if anything, the guy should consider hosting daytime TV as a backup in case his writing career ever failed, “but something. Did.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What was it.”

“Hold onto your ass, and onto your seat for this one— because they don’t. Have. One.”

James had never struggled so hard not to break character. He was so fucking close to cracking up that he was considering leaving right then and there; and yet, he bravely persisted. “Oh, no: they don’t have an ass, or a seat?”

But Harry was still talking, though. “But who [REDACTED] are of course both news to me, and totally unknown to me. It seems like you were right about your theory though, which is damn spooky, if ya ask me.”

“.. yeah,” James quietly replied. “I’m a little spooked too.”

“You sure Silent Hill didn’t give you a hint for this?”

“Not at all. — I mean, it didn’t give me a hint, or say anything about it. Honest.”

“I believe you; I’m just steppin’ on your tail for fun.”

“It’s okay.” pause “.. so what’s it mean?”

“That’s a question I’d love to answer,” he sighed, “but I got nothing. Ran into a bigger problem during all this. Look.”

“Trouble in River City - this copy of the Order bible is borked. Seemingly random too,” he elucidated, picking at dog eared pages to show James more examples, “but this seems too fucking messy, really, for it to be accidental.”

“No kidding. These were going to be shipped out to Utah in a box.”

“Jesus, you remember that?”

“What?”

“The destination. Utah.”

“Yeah, cuz I thought it was weird. It’s all Mormons over there.

“You’re sharper than a hornet on a stick; I felt the same way. But yeah; this seems fucked. The good news is that we left the box back at the police station, and we ought to head over to the Central side of Silent Hill at some point, anyway.”

“Hmm. Yeah. Good call.”

“Thanks, I made it myself.” sighs. “I think, other than that? That’s it for me; I’m beat, James.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you make any progress with the moths?”

A shrug. “I made notes. I’ll go over them with you later.”

He looked thankful. “Sounds good.”

#ches writes #goomt #hope u enjoy(ed)!!! :3c #i have a LOT of shit that i've cut and some will get recycled into later scenes and plot points so Unfortunately i can't post much #but i hope this dumb little snippet gave ppl a tickle :3c #OH SHIT NINJA EDIT

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theinternetgavemebraindamage · 4 months

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Tales From A Self Check-out.

If I could possibly not spend over a 150 bucks on basic ass groceries, I might just keel over, and die from excitement. I'd really enjoy it a lot more, if it didn’t remind me of the shit on a stick state of the economy. Currently, I experience the weekly grocery run in a pool of flop sweats, deep breathing exercises, and a perpetual state of shock. They're charging 15 bucks for a slim bag of jerky?! It's a no for me, dawg. Though, I did pay 2.99 for one single purple onion recently.

On the average grocery run, it's also inevitable that you'll be exposed to the general public. I've actually been a lot more chill about this recently. Yes, my friends, you've heard it announced here, on the internet. For the very first time, I am embracing the general public. I may smile at strangers and say, "Hello there," when our shoulders pass and brush up against each other playfully. I may even strike up a conversation about the general state of banana ripeness in the fruit iles, because I'm very lonely.

The self check out is my holy grail. The final boss. I like the self check out. It makes me feel important, and in control. I'm earning these goddamn groceries. I also like to ring in my organic fruits and veggies under the non-organic prices. I'm under the impression that everyone else does this, too. We're all in silent agreement as we ring in items under their cheaper counterpart, together.

As I'm going through self check out, this dude comes over to the one next to me. He says hello to me, but in a weird elongated way that implies his attraction. "HelloOoooooO." I'm wearing giant obtrusive earmuff headphones. I'm not even listening to anything because my phone died in the car on the way here. Though I still wear them just in case a situation like this happens. I dont usually enjoy chatting with strange men. I know I said all that stuff earlier about embracing the general public. While this may be true, in this particular situation, the vibes were off. After I pretend not to hear him, he scoffs, and I hear him say "okaaayyyuuuuahhh". I go about my business, and he continues to talk out loud. "Wow, 22 dollars, not bad!" He's very proud of the monetary value of his purchases. I, however, have met a problem. I've never been good at estimating prices or basic 5th grade level math. I may look at my cart, and see a hundred dollars worth of items, but as I'm scanning them in I'm watching the number go way above the 170 dollars cash that I brought into the store tonight. I'd usually just use my debit card at a time like this, but I lost it about a week ago. The average normie might panic and block the card right away, thinking it could've been stolen. The ADHD in combination with the copious amount of weed smoking I did in my early 20s, shot my short-term memory to shit. Losing my debit card is a regular occurrence. In the meantime, I just survive off loose cash and wait for it to fall out of a random article of clothing. I just watched this documentary on the migration of whales from Hawaii to Alaska. It's the longest migration journey that a mammal takes. It fascinates me that they just KNOW where to go. They don't have a compass or Google maps. The documentary says that they tap into the Earth's natural magnetic field to help them navigate. Humans are mammals, too. So, with that being said, is it possible that I could reach the force that leads me to my lost debit card?

So, I'm there at the self check out. 200 dollars (worth?) of groceries, and only 170 to spare. The fluorescent lighting glares in my eyes a little bit sharper than it did before. I feel sweaty. I raise my hand like I'm a middle schooler desperate to ask for the bathroom. Not because I actually have to pee, but to exercise a little freedom from the educational prison and wander the halls. One time, in the fourth grade, I excused myself from math class and found a cozy closet in an empty special Ed room. I hid there for two hours until a random teacher opened it. "What are you doing?" She asked, naturally, in a sweet southern accent. I panicked, "uhhh, I'm looking for the bathroom." To this day, I kick myself for not coming up with a better excuse. She politely showed me the bathroom anyway, even though she totally knew I was full of shit. Then, I rejoined the kids at recess time, and nobody noticed I was gone.

The Safeway worker comes over to me, and I explain to him the situation. Just as I do, the dude from before starts making exasperated noises, as if he's suddenly insecure about his once joyful amount of grocery to price ratio. He alerts the Safeway worker that's in the middle of helping me. "Once you're done with that, I need your help. Though, it's not NEARLY as bad as her problem." Screw you, random strange man. Was he not just trying to get my attention 3 minutes ago? Now I'm the girl with the problem.

I take off some of my items to dwindle the price down to match the amount of scratch I hold in the zipper head of my pink teddy bear purse. "...And I'll take the beets off." It was my last request. My sweet ginger pickled beets. They were the hardest to see go. "Ahh. Beets." The random strange man comments from the sidelines. In a way, that didn't express cheer or disgust. It was more of a statement. The meer acknowledgement of beets existence. Finally, I turn my head to give this guy a look. His feature prove exactly how I pictured them in my head. A cross between a fast fashion version of Liam Nesson and one of those ginger kids on South Park. He gave me a twitchy smile that reminded me of the moment before my first kiss. I was thirteen, with my first boyfriend, in a dark theater watching the Blind Side. I remember feeling nauseous afterwards. As the random strange man smiles at me, I resist the natural urge to smile back. I read somewhere about a serial killer who would smile at women in public and then target the ones who would reciprocate the friendly gesture. Then, I feel a particularly wave of sadness that comes when you live in a society on the brink of a SiFi dystopia. One where kindness from strangers is lost, and I pay twice as much as I need to for basic ass groceries.

#essay #journal #humor #diary entry

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scentedtrashwitch · 5 months

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'Holstaur's Realm Rising.'

Looking over the edge of a massive drop, I see a swath of giant trees in the valley. The light blue sky dotted with puffy clouds, backdropped by the beginnings of the pinks and oranges of the afternoon. This is, clearly, unexpected. Because just a moment ago I was in my bathtub in my downtown studio apartment holding a bottle of red wine with three bottles of prescription sleeping pills mixed in.

At first I thought I must have downed the bottle and that this was some hallucination before my inevitable end. However, as I stand there admiring the colors of the shifting sky I realize that this may be something else. If I'm dead, why do my feet hurt?

Looking down at my feet, I see them covered by rough leather boots, crooked stitching indicating their low quality. My baggy pants look like some kind of linen, the same quality as the boots. My shirt was a similar material covered by a supple leather jacket of a much higher quality. My hands… Are my hands different? They're slimmer than they were, though more calloused and worn they are noticeably smaller.

Cocking my head at the difference, I find my hands feeling for other discrepancies. My shoulders are slimmer, my neck too. My hair, someone cut my hair? My hair which once reached my upper back is now even with my chin. I realize now as well that despite not wearing my glasses I'm having no trouble seeing. In fact my vision is sharper than it has ever been, I can clearly discern the leaves on every tree on the opposite side of the valley.

Running my hands through my hair they meet something soft on the top of my head. A hat? Taking hold of the things I feel a sudden jolt through my body as I find them to be completely attached and very sensitive.

“what the fuck?”

I whisper to myself as my situation begins to sink in.

“okay… Okay! Yeah, right right. Okay.” I mutter as I turn around, looking away from the precipice. I don't know what's happening But we're rolling with it. Couldn't be worse than my situation before right?” I tell myself as I start walking with no real direction in mind.

My thoughts catching up to my body I start looking around, trying to find some sense of direction, a destination to reach. I spy a shallow river calmly flowing parallel To the cliff face. A minute of walking and I reach the river, its bank and bed lined with smooth rocks in a way that makes it seem unnatural. kneeling and splashing my face with some of the cold water brings me back to reality.

looking down I see my reflection. An unfamiliar face looks back at me, with two long ears sticking out of the sides like those of a cow. two horns stick out atop my head. Similarly, my skin has the pattern of a Holstein, black splotches adorn my face and rolling up my sleeves I see that my arms share that pattern. My nose too resembles something more like a cows. At least I have hands and not hooves. Though looking more closely I realize that what I thought was black nail polish is actually their natural pigment.

“ok, this could be worse. I'm alive, I'm not in any immediate danger, I have water.”

Looking back at the flowing water, I realize why the bed seems fake. It is fake, the rocks are cemented together, this must be an aqueduct, that must mean that there's civilization nearby!

With a renewed sense of determination underlined by my desire for answers, I start walking along the flow of water. The aqueduct goes downhill slowly, eventually lifting off the ground. After probably an hour of walking through short brush and thick trees, I break through the treeline, the aqueduct now far over my head, supported by large arches. As I leave the woods, I enter a large field of young wheat, looking out I see a town, it's no bustling city but it's civilization.

Seeing a road a distance to my right that leads towards the village, I make my way over, not wanting to trample some poor villagers' crops. Coming closer to the road, I see a young woman pacing Back and forth, muttering to herself. She was even taller than me, though I don't know how tall I am now. Her head was topped with tall horns that stuck straight up and skin the color of cherries. A long tail with a heart shaped tip wrapped around her waist. Finally reaching her, planning to ask where I am, she looks up at me with surprise and I can see that she's been crying.

“Um. hey, could-” I start, before the girl runs at me, taking me into a hug and sobbing loudly.

“Thal! Don't do that to me, I thought you died!” she yells. “I'm sorry for what I said, but that was too far! I've been looking for you for hours, where were you?!” she releases me, looking into my eyes, tears still flowing from hers.

“I’m really sorry, but.. I'm not sure who you are. Or where I am.” I say while trying to calm the girl down. She looks at me with confusion for a moment before speaking again.

“Wha- I… I said I'm sorry, please just come home. We can talk about it, just.. Just come home.” she pleads. Pulling me down the street by my hand, her tail wrapped around me.

Walking with the girl, I got a good look at the town. It was nothing modern, large stone foundations, rough hewn wood, plastered white walls, and clay tile roofs lined the streets. Many small storefronts, closing or closed as the last light of day gave way to more stars than I've ever seen in my life. she continued to pull me along until we reached a building just inside the town that appeared to be an apartment building, I wanted to try speaking up again but seeing her in the state she was kept me silent as she lead me up a flight of stairs, entering the first door into a small apartment not dissimilar to the one I've lived in the last couple years.

The Demon? Tiefling? Whatever she was, sat down at a small wooden table. I sat across from her, the rickety chair wobbling slightly under my weight. A handwritten letter lay on the table, smeared in places where it seems it had gotten wet.

Her face now dry, the girl brings her eyes to mine and speaks. “I'm sorry, thal. I didn't know that was how you felt. I just.. I shouldn't have said what I did. When I read your note I was so scared that I had lost you-” her eyes tear up again. “I'm so glad you didn't go through with it.”

“I’m so sorry.” I say, unsure of how else to respond. “But I’m not thal. My name is Lilly, and I don't know who you are.” I finish, apologetically.

She stares at me stunned. “Wait, you actually don't remember me?” she asks, standing up and leaning over me to inspect my face and head. “Did you hit your head? I don't see anything. Do you know what year it is?” she loudly asks, worry evident in her voice, before tapping my forehead and making a hand motion.

“Your status doesn't say anything about a concussion.”

“I didn't hit my head, and no I don't. I'm not the person you think I am, this isnt my body.” I try to explain

“Yes, I read the note, I know how you feel about your body, I didn't really mean it when I said you would always be a girl I just didn't understand.”

“Wha- no I mean I am literally a different person. I didn't write any letter, I just woke up on a cliff and wandered here.” I say.

“I don't understand, I just.” she sits back down, resting her head in her hands. “I'm so tired after running around looking for you. I'm sure you’re more stressed than I am. Maybe that's why you’re having trouble remembering you should go to bed, we can take you to a healer tomorrow if you still aren't feeling right, ok?” she almost pleads, stress and drowsiness clear on her face. It seems more that she's been running on adrenaline and now needs sleep more than I do.

I sighed. I was actually tired though clearly not as much as she. Maybe it will be easier for her to understand once she isn't freaking out so much. Though once she understands that I'm not her friend ‘Thal’ I'll probably have to calm her all over again.

“Ok, I think that might be a good idea. Uh, where do I sleep?” I ask.

“You- “ she sighs. ”Our cots are right here.” she says, making her way across the room to a pair of cots in the corner with a folding paper divider painted with intricate plant designs separating them from the rest of the apartment. She falls into one with a heavy sigh and after pulling her knees to her chest, her breathing slows. Falling asleep still fully clothed.

She really must have been tired to fall asleep so quickly after all of this. I look at the note on the table. She mentioned that ‘Thal’ left a note after they had some kind of fight, is this it? Picking it up I begin to read. The handwriting is neat and cursive but splotched with what I can only assume are teardrops.

‘I’m so sorry, Cin. I know you’re right, I'll always be a girl, I'll never be a real man and I can't live like that. This body isn't mine, and I don't think it ever will be. It's all wrong. Whenever I see my reflection I feel as though my very being is being torn apart. You've been the best friend I could ever hope for, but I just can't take this feeling anymore. We've been alone for so long, and I know I'll be leaving you on your own, I hope one day you can forgive me for that. Please dont look for me. I don't want you to see. Just forget about me, live your life, meet someone you can love, start a family like you always wanted. Do that for me. Please.

Wow. she- he was about to do the same thing I was, huh? And we were both trans. Wait. if he was transmasc, then. I freeze suddenly, no it couldn't be. Slowly, I bring a hand down, feeling for a difference that I never thought I could achieve. My heart skips a beat or three as I confirm my suspicions. I gave up on my life because of my dysphoria, I couldn't afford hormones, let alone any kind of surgeries. Does this mean I’m cis now? I must be, I guess. I always dreamed of this, well not exactly this but waking up as a cis girl. I never thought it could happen outside of my mind. Wait, is ‘Thal’ in my body, then? He must be having a similar experience to me. This is going to be a change to get used to, but I don't think either of us would be willing to switch back. Still I need to learn more if I'm going to be living here.

This is all a lot to take in. sitting down on the free cot next to ‘Cin’ I take a few long breaths. I really am tired. It must be pretty late, and I did walk for like an hour, maybe more? This body is about as in shape as my old one, which is to say not very, I lay down, not knowing what state of dress would be appropriate I opt to stay dressed.

Laying on my back I feel something pressed against my lower back, thinking I must be on top of something, I reach under myself to pull it out. Grabbing hold I feel a similar jolt to when I grabbed my ears. Sitting up, I twist my body to get a look and sure enough a short cow tail sticks through a slit in the back of my pants. Comparatively I'm not even surprised. Turning to lay on my side and getting comfortable wrapped in a less than supple thin blanket, my tiredness takes me.

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20dollarlolita · 2 years

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Someone said they wanted a Cricut tutorial, so here goes:

First of all, disclaimer, I do not really want to give Cricut money. This means I'm doing this with the least expensive tools I can find. Literally the only reason I went with Cricut instead of another brand is that Cricut sells the Cricut Joy, which is like $120, making it the cheapest computer cutter out there AFAIK.

One of the parts of the Cricut line that I don't have is a subscription to Cricut Access. Cricut Access is an online library of assets that are all digitized for the Cricut and are ready to use. I didn't get my Cricut to make baby onesies that say "Sorry I made big bad poopoo pants" on them or whatever the cricut wine moms make. I got a Cricut to put my own designs onto stuff.

So, if I'm doing a cricut tutorial, I'm going to start by showing how to make your own designs for the cricut. While this normally requires some kind of digital art software, which is going to get its own tutorial, here's a really fast technique that doesn't require that.

Part 1: draw thing.

Part 2: Using some kind of dark marker to color in your design. You can get more detailed than this. However, make sure that you're keeping in mind that these shapes need to be cut out. You can only get so detailed with this before the machine can't figure out what to do.

Part 3: take advantage of your portable, pocket-sized* image editor. Your phone usually has some kind of image adjusting options. You need the black outline to be as dark as possible, and the white to be as light as possible. First, crop the image so that it is as small as it can possibly be without cutting your design. Then, I started by putting a stark black-and-white filter on it, and then adjusted the sliders until that dark part on the bottom-right corner was gone.

____ *okay, depending on your pockets. I have some pants that won't even fit an iphone 4 or a motorolla razr

I've never used the Design Space mobile app, so I just emailed the picture to myself and uploaded it into the desktop version. After repeatedly declining Cricut's offer of a free month of Circut Access and just $9.99 a month after that, we're ready to upload the image.

When the software asks you what kind of image, you hit "simple." Full honesty, I feel like any image that makes you hit anything other than simple probably needs to be reworked on my end before trying to make Design Space understand that.

After you've uploaded it, and declined the offer of a free month of Cricut Access and just $9.99 a month after that, you'll get access to these tools.

If your image is good, you can start by just clicking the magic wand tool into the white areas of your design. This will erase them and make them transparent.

Note: with the way this process works, you don't actually need to fill in the whole of the dark areas, as long as you outline them dark enough and have no gaps. I did it anyway for this design, to make it easier to see the process. However, if you have a more detailed design, you can get sharper lines by just using a 1.0 sized multiliner and leaving your fill-ins blank.

I also went in with the eraser to make sure that the gaps between my pieces were large enough to stop the pieces from touching.

Then, you upload it as a cut-type image, and it'll open in the canvas.

Since we're using the Circut Joy here, I went into the size box in the top right and set the smaller of the two dimensions down to 4.5. 4.5" is the maximum width that the Joy can cut, so this will make the piece cut as large as possible.

Since the Joy can also cut 24" long, you could combine a lot of little designs on the Design Space canvas and make a file for a border print. However, it's probably a better idea to learn the basics of an image editing software and do the combining there; Design Space likes to crash on me if I load too many images into one cut.

Then you just cut it out and stick it on something.

Final notes:

1) This is a really great technique if you know calligraphy, which I do not.

2) Because your lines are not as smooth as a computer-generated one, the blade is going to jitter when it cuts. This is normal and won't her the basic cutting blade. It might really annoy the knife/rotary blade, but I don't know for sure, because I don't have a Maker.

3) A brayer is a useful tool for sticking transfer tape onto your cut vinyl, and for sticking your vinyl onto things. If your local craft store is a Joann, be aware of this:

Cricut products are ineligible for coupons, even when they are no on sale. Mod Podge products have no such restrictions. If your store doesn't have the Mod Podge on in the glue aisle, you can check the scrapbooking section next to all the embossing powder and Zim Holtz stuff.

4) You can totally reuse transfer tape if you're careful.

5) it's pronounced "cricket". If you want to say it wrong, that's your right, but if you're going to rudely "correct" a craft store employee who got trained by the company, and you're wrong, be aware that you WILL be mercilessly mocked by that employee and several of their coworkers in the break room. If you want to be wrong, please be polite.

Okay, so that's your easy shortcut way to digitize without having to learn any software. Stick around for other ways to digitize your stuff, and that tutorial about making border prints with it.

#long post #cricut tutorial #dash stretcher

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ask-professor-laurel · 2 years

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How’s little Strongjaw doing?

He's doing great! Really coming into his own- he's a scrappy little fighter, loves trying to pick a fight with anyone he can. We're working on establishing and respecting boundaries and he's taking pretty well to it. When someone refuses a battle, he makes a little show of respecting that by making a very serious face and kind of bowing? It's adorable.

His moves last I spoke about him were Counter and Ember. He's since learned Bite, but he hasn't picked up a fourth move. Leon was in for a visit not too long ago and was doing some training with him to help him gain a bit more confidence, actually, and that was when he started using Bite. I have a feeling he might be battler as he gets older, he certainly loves to do it right now.

He's eating like a vacuum, tempting as it is to just give him anything and everything, he's still sticking to his proper diet. His chewing has become more manageable with the toys we've been supplying him, and he's already gone through his first set of baby teeth. I have a feeling he might be like a Charizard, where they shed teeth fairly frequently, but grow them back very quickly when they do. A couple are already loose again, so we'll see. They're already fairly pointy with this second set, and they'll presumably only get sharper, if my guess is right.

He's a good boy, getting what he needs, and being a tiny little terror whenever he gets the opportunity. Kids, eh?

#pokemon #professor laurel #arthur rambles #asked and answered #this little guy is probably the closest I'll get to ever having kids of my own #he's certainly a handful!#I love him dearly #Leon's OBSESSED with him they're attached at the hip whenever he can visit #it's adorable #I have several pictures saved

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 3 years

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I blame this photo. I blame my inability to write dirty talk that doesn't sound cheesy. I-

Stark's place is... Nice. He can admit it, you can admit it and try to move on and not give the man the satisfaction of gawking at your temporary new surroundings. Neither of you, however, have the reservations to prevent yourself from partaking in the lavish bath, stocked full of expensive toiletries.

The deep relaxation seeps into your bones, bleeds into the places where you two are touching, easy glide of familiar bodies. The wine bottle is dangerously empty, last remnants slipping down the glass in crimson bokeh- outside, behind the glass that overlooks the whole NYC, the lights are just a blurred but a hundredfold more colorful and aplenty.

"I hope those windows are tinted," you'd noted lowly, a few high-rise buildings just about the right height to peer in on the residents of Stark Tower.

"And what if they're not?" Sam joked easily. "Tony might be a pervert," his hand cupped your face, laughing eyes easily capturing your own. A quiet dare.

"Is Tony the pervert or the people looking at him, now that is the real question," you could never resist being mouthy.

Sam could never resist the urge to retaliate. The nips on your neck grew sharper as he easily hoisted you up on the wide side of the tub, landing between your parted legs as you shuddered, water-heated skin suddenly exposed to the air of the room.

"We'll stick to the original idea," he mused lowly, turning your placid body around to face the flowing rivers of streets that was NYC. The hot breath tickled tour nape, sloppy kisses mimicking the slow strokes of his fingers down below. "We're perverts, baby, we have to establish dominance," your chest shook with muted chuckles just as your belly clenched in preparation for his fingers ghosting over your core.

It's almost condescending in how he manages to get you from lucid to panting on a moment's notice. Sam is a very touchy person, he's hands-on everything, so not an inch of your body is left feeling untouched. As for getting under your skin, his words do that just fine on their own.

"Like that, baby?" You nod and whine. His smirk is audible. Two of his fingers are already making a sloppy mess out of your hole and the third one is undecided just yet, dipping down to your ass every now and then. "Get you nice and stretched. I know how hungry you get for me," there's a possessiveness to it, a sense of ownership.

"Myeah," you're utterly captivated, attention torn between the man worshipping you at his fingertips and the bustling city that is just there- behind a transparent divide. You feel just as open and raw.

"Gonna fuck you right here, fuck if all see it," he's just riling himself up next to you for when he actually does. Sam Wilson is a man of his word first and foremost.

This is just 🥵 I love it, I wish I had more words but I may need to come off the internet for 10 mins or so to take care of a sudden situation 😏

#fic recs #discord family #boop-le-snoot

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Going in blind: Watching season 4 for the first time. Random thoughts.

I never said anything about it before but I love Shadow Weaver's DCAU Batman eyes. They're so expressive.

Episode 1: Okay...I wasn't expecting Catra to do that. I mean, it makes sense. If she has leverage over Hordak then she's basically in charge of the Horde and that's what she's wanted (or at least believes she wants) since episode 1. It's an aspect that made her a good antagonist, that she's not blind to the evil of the Horde, she just doesn't care as long as she herself is secure. Which naturally begs the question, when the rebellion and the princesses are crushed, when the Horde is on top, when Adora is dead, when Catra finally has everything she's ever wanted...will she actually finally be happy? Somehow, I have my doubts.

I definitely feel for Glimmer in this. When you go through as big a loss as she did you need to be able to feel and vent if you're ever going to get through it. It doesn't have to be right away but everyone doing everything in their power to avoid the topic entirely can make you feel like you're going crazy. It'a especially bad for her since it unintentionally makes it feel like everyone is acting like it doesn't matter that Angela is gone when it clearly means everything to Glimmer.

Episode 2: I actually had a potted cactus plant once. Accidentally forgot about it and left it outside for an entire winter. Once the snow was gone the cactus looked like it had melted.

I kind of want to see what an interaction between Double Trouble and Clayface from the Harley Quinn animated series would look like. I'm guess Catra was just testing how good Double Trouble was as a doppelganger because it doesn't seem like she did anything while Adora was being distracted, though I suppose that could be a reveal in a later episode.

Not much to say except that I love how buff Huntara is while still clearly being a woman. Like, women can have a variety of different body types, as this series and Steven Universe show, and Huntara's build isn't just, like, Bow's body with lipstick and ponytail and the animators calling it a day. No, she looks like a freakin' jacked adult woman.

Episode 3: I didn't figure out the Flutterina = Double Trouble twist until a minute before it was revealed, so good job there. Before that I was wondering if Flutterina was some fan's original character where they won some contest where their OC got to be in the show for an episode. She was giving off some weird self-insert vibes. That twist made it all work though. It's honestly not a bad plan. Shapeshifters haven't really been a thing in the series before now so there's no reason to suspect it. Even if they did they'd probably be expecting it by way of magic or technology, while Double Trouble's seems to be a natural ability.

I like that even though Bow is definitely the goofier one of the trio he is still consistently shown as competent. That's never in question. He was very heroic and reassuring to the villagers this episode. I get why those kids idolize him so much.

Catra's having guilt over what she did with the portal and to Entrapta and her response is basically to just double-down. She doesn't know any other way to be. Not going to lie, I am kind of hoping we get another moment in the show where Adora just completely overwhelms Catra with the sheer power of She-Ra. I'm not saying like brutalize her or anything but just something where Catra is made to realize just how powerful Adora is and that she could just destroy Catra if she had a mind to do so.

Episode 4: Well, I was saying I wanted Adora to do it but I guess I don't mind Glimmer being the one to get some good shots in on Catra. Like I predicted, Shadow Weaver's moving in to become her teacher like she was with her father. Honestly I like that that was more Adora's problem than Glimmer using her as bait, which she seemed to get over pretty quick. Yeah, it was kind of a heartless thing to do but it was an understandable tactic and she clearly outright told Adora that she did it and why afterwards, which at least means she's still being honest.

It occurs to me that Glimmer and Catra may be the ones running parallel right now. Both are basically leading their respective sides of the war. They both have lost someone very important to them. And both are trusting someone they probably shouldn't. Both even have outfits that've been updated in the intro. The difference is Glimmer's just trying to deal with a bad situation while Catra's is entirely self-inflicted.

Minor thing but I like Glimmer's new outfit this season. I'm sure this is the intention but it makes her look older and more mature. A little more muscular in some shots too.

Episode 5: Heart of Etheria project. No idea what that is but assumedly whoever's a part of it doesn't like Light Hope and Mara being friends. Sounds like it's very much interested in She-Ra being just a warrior, and perhaps a tool, for the greater good. It does make me wonder though how much Light Hope remember from when she was rebooting. Even if she deleted the Mara memory she could potentially still have the memory of her and Adora watching the Mara memory, as well as Adora asking to be her friend.

Episode 6: Yep. Scorpia; definitely favorite supporting character. There is something kind of funny about her whole "Scorpions are loyal" line when you remember the story about the Frog and the Scorpion, where it stings the frog despite it meaning death for itself as well simply because that is its nature. But finally we're having someone go save Entrapta, and I can only assume at some point Scorpia's going to access the power of the Black Garnet.

The parallels between Catra and Hordak are definitely at their max here with that speech of hers to him. She's basically trying to convince herself that she doesn't need anyone, the timing of which is appropriate since she just drove away Scorpia and now truly doesn't have anyone. Not that I blame Scorpia, obviously. Like Adora before her, however good you believe someone can be and that you can help them, at some point you just have to cut the toxic people out of your life. You have the right to be happy too.

And man, Bow is just the best. He saw something was wrong between Adora and Glimmer and defused the situation like (snap) that, pushing them to talk like any sane person would.

Episode 7: I'm sure it is just because I've seen way too many TV shows and movies (both animated and live action) that don't do it but it is just such a relief to have a show where the characters just TALK and LISTEN to each other. It doesn't solve all their issues but they're at least not being stupid and freakin' petty. It helps the drama feel a lot less forced and contrived.

Episode 8: A little bit of amusement in Bow thinking at first that Glimmer and Adora didn't even notice he was gone despite them coming to his rescue very shortly afterwards, given Catra is only now realizing Scorpia has left and assumedly she did so a while ago. Bow and Sea Hawk hadn't been gone for that long so it's not unreasonable Glimmer and Adora wouldn't be worried about their absence (Bow was literally talking about "me time" when they last saw him), while Catra is only noticing Scorpia's absence now and it was because she wanted something. Like Scorpia said, she's a bad friend.

Kind of ironic given that a lot of Catra's issues are the direct result of Shadow Weaver giving her very little love growing up but it does seem this tough love is probably what'll get through to Catra the best. She might finally stop making bad decisions and lashing out if she's forced to live with the consequences of them, like Adora told her last season.

Glimmer gets a bit of slack from me since she suffered through a huge loss, that being her mother, and then was immediately thrown into being queen right after. It'd be hard for anyone to be 100% on their game and well-adjusted in a situation like that, and I buy that she was on some level resentful of Adora for coming back instead of her mother, even if unintentionally so. What definitely helps is that Glimmer very clearly and immediately regretted what she said to Adora. Like Catra she's lashing out but unlike Catra Glimmer recognizes some of the damage she's doing and knows, at least in this case, that she went too far.

Episode 9: Now that I can see the design in color I definitely prefer Mara's She-Ra with pants to Adora's She-Ra with shorts. Honestly, while the differences are pretty minor, I do think Mara's She-Ra design is overall a lot better than Adora's. Sharper shoulder guards. Bigger cape (especially the cape, I love capes). I don't know, there's just a lot that clicks with it and I wouldn't mind Adora getting a similar outfit later.

Madam Razz definitely had a Yoda feel this episode. I was very much expecting her to start wacking Mara with a stick over the sugar like Yoda did with R2. Though while that was Yoda acting crazy, for Razz it's because she experiences time out of order, and I don't think I've ever seen that concept taken to this extent, or at least done this way before. There are characters like River Song from Doctor Who, Professor Paradox from Ben 10, or even the Reverse-Flash who interact with other characters in time out of order but those characters are still on a linear path from their own perspective, even when travelling through time. Razz is just bouncing around her own timeline, seemingly not even any real reason or cause to it like Subaru from Re:Zero. Clearly she's not just remembering things oddly because her talk about things of the present are heard by people in the past and have an effect. I wonder if maybe the reason why is because Razz was at ground zero of Mara's actions and this is a side-effect of pulling Etheria away from the rest of the universe.

Bringing more Star Wars into this, it basically sounds like the Heart of Etheria project has turned Etheria into a magic Starkiller Base; storing power that'll be unleashed to destroy whole planets. And jeez, I think this was the first time I really felt creeped out by Light Hope when she was talking to Mara.

I'm looking forward to seeing what it means that the First Ones only made the sword and that Etheria made She-Ra. If that's the case, why is only the sword able to bring out the She-Ra form? Is it like MCU Thor's hammer and the weapon was just meant to help him control the power he already had? Or is what we think is She-Ra not actually She-Ra and that form that Adora and Mara take is just a stand-in for the real thing?

Episode 10: It didn't even occur to me until now but Double Trouble's capture is another blow to Catra's circle of "friends" too. They were at least able to make her laugh. One less person for her to talk to and just...really just distract her from her thoughts.

It's a good dilemma this episode presents about what to do with the Heart of Etheria. The safest and probably best option is to just dismantle it, like Adora and Bow want, since it could easily lead to the destruction of the entire planet if it goes off. Not the mention there's so little they know about it and what it was intended for and the one person who can potentially tell them, Light Hope, they were warned not to trust. But it's not hard to understand where Glimmer is coming from in wanting to use that power to fight the Horde. They're already losing the war and now she knows Hordak Prime and his FAR more powerful forces are on the way. Tapping into the Heart is a huge risk but she's not seeing any other paths for the rebels to win. It's a really good dilemma, with good arguments presented from both sides, and I buy this widening the schism between Adora and Glimmer.

Episode 11: I have mixed feelings on King Micah still being alive. On the one hand there's a lot of good potential interactions we can now have with him, primarily between Glimmer and Shadow Weaver, and he is a fun character. But on the other I can't help but wonder if this kind of lessens the impact of what Angela gave up to overcome the false reality. Part of what made it so emotional was that she had to accept the person she loved was dead and not coming back...except now we see that he wasn't dead and now he is coming back. Yeah, their family lost out on years together and that does still carry some emotional weight but I was already also half-expecting Angela to come back later in the series because she's stuck between dimensions, meaning there's a chance she could still be alive. If both Glimmer's parents come back then that really feels like it takes a lot of weight out of her story. But I guess we'll see what happens.

Also, why did the Horde exile him to Beast Island? Why not just kill him?!

Episode 12: So the Horde exiles Micah to Beast Island instead of killing him. The First Ones protect their secrets by sending their bad tech to Beast Island. Does no one know how to just destroy things in this world?

Ohhh, I am so looking forward to next episode. While it's debatable whether Glimmer should be going through with her plan she is at least being smart with how she's going about it. Double Trouble was being paid by Catra to work for the Horde, not out of any sense of loyalty. Glimmer has the resources of Bright Moon at her disposal so it's reasonable she could pay them more to switch sides. Double Trouble was very good at sabotaging even a group as tight-nit as the heroes, so Hordak and Catra are probably easy pickings with all their issues.

Episode 13: ....WELL THAT AIN'T GOOD!

I'll admit, I had a little bit of an unintended laugh. After all we've heard about Horde Prime, like this shadowy all-powerful monster, I wasn't expecting the fabulous flowing dreadlocks and smoothness. Credit where it's due, man has charisma and charm, which goes a long way in helping your big evil world conqueror not be a very flat character, because it's doubtful he's going to have the same kind of sympathetic motivation as Hordak or complexity as Catra to keep him elevated.

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Double Trouble kicking at Catra while she's down. Adora and Scorpia were honest but they never wanted to hurt Catra. Not so much with Double Trouble and they just shove reality into her face. Everyone leaves Catra because of Catra. She's the common factor. It's her fault and no one else's. Again, I don't know for certain if Adora and Catra get together at the end (Catra would have a LOT to make amends for regardless) but Double Trouble was definitely implying Catra had feelings for her with the way they put Catra's hand on "Adora's" cheek while talking about how she left her.

I like that we see Glimmer's plan actually working at first. The princesses get a massive power boost and decimate the Horde forces. But the minute it starts going wrong she immediately admits Adora was right and she tries to stop the energy flow. I imagine having her there with Catra was intentional by the writers. Despite some parallels, Glimmer can actually accept her failures and work to try and fix things. Unlike Catra, she didn't blame Adora for things going wrong.

So the sword allows the First Ones to control She-Ra and the energy she'd be absorbing from the planet. Assumedly that means there are at least some parts to She-Ra that have nothing to do with the First Ones and thus maybe Adora can still use some of those powers without the sword.

Season 4 verdict: Yeah, the show keeps getting better, though I will admit last season's finale had me more emotional, but that's a bit of an unfair comparison given everything that happened in that finale vs. this one. This is definitely the series hitting its darkest hour, where it feels like EVERYONE lost. Not just the rebels but the Horde as well. The sword and Light Hope are gone and She-Ra (for now) along with them. Glimmer and Catra are basically prisoners. Hordak's probably going to have his personality stripped away. The Fright Zone is in ruins. The only one who's gained anything is Prime.

Really looking forward to what the final season has in store, especially since there seems to be the implication that Catra just saved Glimmer's life.

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrincessesOfPower/comments/o1j5gk/going_in_blind_watching_season_4_for_the_first/

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Uhhhhhh you sure about that 'just the two of us' bit, Jackie? I mean, we're trying to stick together, right? Y'all are a unit, you need to work with each other.

Jackie throws his hands up for a second, glancing uncomfortably around and you and his siblings in turn. "Blue, can we talk about this for like, two seconds?"

And Blue's mad.

Blue's mad, so mad it hurts in his chest, so mad he recognizes the emotion, a moment later, as pure grief for something Anti took from his brothers.

Why won't Chase or Dapper say anything when Jackie does that? Why didn't they say anything yesterday when he and Jackie were arguing about where to stay without asking them once what they wanted to do? Is that part of the reason Henrik is so far away from them now, because no one was listening anyway? How long did it take Anti to convince the youngest three that they couldn't make their own decisions?

"No, Jackie," he says, meeting his eyes directly. "No. We're all in this mess as a family, so we're going to deal with it as a family. Why are you so opposed to all of us figuring this out, huh?"

"Blue," says Jackie, a little sharper. "Please just come talk to me for a second."

"Why don't you tell your little brothers why you don't respect their opinion instead of expecting me to keep your secrets for you?"

"I respect - "

"Do you?"

"Fine!" shouts Jackie, striking the swing so hard that Henrik grips the armrest tight. "I'll tell them if you want! All three of you are too fucking fragile, alright? All you should have to do right now is heal because you can't handle anything else! Chase and Dapper have both tried to fucking kill themselves in the last year and Henrik is barely even there anymore! You're broken the fuck in half and I'm not going to stop taking care of you now just because he's gone!"

The silence is so deeply strained that Blue is surprised that all five of them don't break out into a cold sweat. The birds sing and they glance at each other, stare at the wood of the porch, or pretend the others aren't there. Jackie keeps Blue's gaze, too long, too intense, before crumpling back against the swing, closing his eyes.

And Blue just wishes - Chase, say something. Dapper, say something. Henrik, wake up for a moment, please.

But Chase is quiet and Dapper drinks his tea as Henrik rocks himself, gently, on the swing.

"I'm in charge," says Jackie, voice trembling. "I am, I make the decisions, I'm in control. Blue helps. But the rest of you... fuck. Please just get better. Please. Cause I can't watch you collapse in on yourselves again. I already... already lost Dok."

"Not lost," whispers Chase.

Dok rocks. Rocks. Rocks. Smiling faintly, his eyes faraway.

#suicide mention

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The Southsider (pt. 14)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: Y/n isn't taking the news about her father all too well.

A/n: The accounts that don't work when I try to tag them will be tagged in the comments.

Warnings: smut (labeled where it starts and ends)

Word Count: 2022

Chapter 1 • Chapter 13

You looked at the phone, tears making your eyes foggy. Sweet Pea ended the call and looked at you. "Babe." He said quietly.

When you looked at him, he was taken aback. You began to breathe heavier and tears were streaming down your face. But that wasn't it. You had the look of pure terror on your face.

"Sweetheart."

"Sweets." You looked at him with the most vulnerable expression. "I'm scared."

"No, babe-"

You began to breathe faster, panicking and shaking your head. "He's gonna come for me! He'll find me! He'll gonna kill me!" You began to shake uncontrollably as you went into a panic attack.

All Sweet Pea could do was grab you and engulf you into his arms, holding you as you cried in fear. He rested his head on top of yours as you just let everything out.

By the time FP and Jughead barged into the trailer, you were calmer in Sweet Pea's arms as you both sat on the couch. Your face was puffy and you wore a broken expression. "Kid." FP said gently as he knelt down to you.

"He's gonna take me." You said in a hoarse voice. "I'm going to die." You didn't look at him. You then looked at Sweet Pea. "And you! We have to break up."

"What?" His grip loosened on you.

You nodded your head quickly. "If he finds out that we're dating he'll come for you." You were beginning to shake again.

"Kid, look at me." You looked at FP with hopeless eyes. "What is the first law?"

You sniffed. "No serpent stands alone."

He brushed some hair out of your face. "What is the fourth law?"

"No serpent is left for dead." You snuggled into Sweet Pea further.

FP gave you a gentle smile. "What is the sixth law?"

You smiled back. "In unity, there is strength."

"In unity, there is strength." Sweet Pea and Jughead echoed.

"Well there you have it." FP said. "He's not gonna hurt you. The Serpents won't let him."

"And you can't get rid of me that easily." Sweet Pea whispered as he kissed below your ear.

The four of you then made a plan. The Serpents were going to stay at your house with you so nothing would happen to you at night. At every shift at Pop's, a few members were to stay there with you. Sweet Pea or Fangs were to be with you at all times.

Although you still felt a heavy fear deep within you, you couldn't help but feel more safe. You finally had a family that you could love without being afraid to lose them. Maybe you could be happy.

The next day you set up a huge pile of blankets and pillows. You bought a ton of groceries and took more shifts at Pop's, despite feeling a little more unsafe there. If people were going to sleep in your living room to make you feel safer, then the least you could do is get food to make for them.

Different Serpents would be there when you were working. Sometimes it was old Serpents, sometimes it was regular Serpents, most of the time it was your friends, but the one who was always there was Sweet Pea. Either way, you always gave whoever was there free dessert.

You really got to know everyone. At night Sweet Pea would sneak into your room, sometimes just to feel your warmth, and sometimes it was for not so innocent purposes. But you'd wake him up earlier than FP so he wouldn't know.

Everybody woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. "Who wants breakfast?" You called out. Everyone cheered.

Jughead was leaning on the counter next to you, munching on bacon as you served people some pancakes. "So," he said as he ate. "When are you gonna tell my dad about Sweet Pea going to your room every night?"

This caught Sweet Pea's ear. "About the same time I tell him about you sneaking off at night to go to Betty's." He glared at you. "At least I'm assuming you go to Betty."

"Fair enough." He passed a paper plate to you, and you put more waffles on it. You gave him a big smile as you gave the plate back to him.

"Nice." Fangs said, sticking out his plate for some pancakes. Sweet Pea pushed his shoulder and gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

"We're going to school dad." Jughead called out.

"Alright." He called back.

"Guys please clean up after yourselves!" You shouted before leaving.

After school you, Jughead, Toni and Fangs would all go to the Carrie rehearsals. Sweet Pea offered to be there as well, but you insisted that you wanted him to see your performance on the day of the play.

You began to grow exhausted, whether it be from the rehearsals or school or work or having to cook for about 30 people almost everyday. It was mainly from worrying about when or where your dad would show up. It showed, and your loyal boyfriend took it upon himself to do something about it.

"Come on." Sweet Pea said, tugging your hand.

"Where are we going?" You said, tired and stressed. "I should probably cook dinner for everybody."

"No, not today. You've been taking care of everybody lately. You deserve a break." He hopped on his bike and handed you your jacket. You slid it on and hopped on, loving his warmth as you held onto him.

You rode to his trailer. You went inside to where you felt most at home, most at peace. You felt his hands snake around your waist as he buried his face in your neck. He began leaving kisses up and down your neck. "You haven't been taking care of yourself. I noticed that you've been skipping meals."

You breathed out a sigh. "I've been busy. I did eat dinner though."

"I know, but I still feel like you should have a treat." He took you to his room, where there was a big tray filled with small pastries. "I went to Greendale earlier and got them at a bakery."

You turned around and kissed him. "Sweets you are so perfect."

"Gotta make sure my girl feels appreciated." He then took you to the bed, where you two sat and ate with each other while talking and joking. Once you were finished with everything, you set the tray on the floor. "Babe, you have a bit of cheesecake on your lip."

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Before you could do anything, Sweet Pea grabbed your cheek, licking off the cheesecake before kissing you deeply. "Sweets." You breathed out.

He pulled your shirt over your head and unclipped your bra, gently pushing you to lay on your back. He hovered over you, putting wet kisses down your neck to your collarbone. "Let me take care of you. I want to make you feel special."

You nodded and laid your head back. You closed your eyes as you felt him kiss his way down your chest and stomach, opening them once he yanked down your pants as well as your panties. You gasped at the cold breeze onto your core.

"Already so wet for me." He licked up from your core to your folds. "Only I could make you like this." He then kissed your clit, causing a moan to escape you.

"Sweets, please." You whispered.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm nice." He then slowly inserted a finger into you. He waited a moment for you to adjust before slowly moving it in and out. He then picked up the pace, and pretty soon he added a second finger.

"Oh God, Sweets yes." You began to get noisier as the tension built up inside of you.

He left kisses on your clit, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He then began to suck on your clit, causing your thighs to shake. "That's it." He said. "Come for me, princess."

You just let go of the tension you were holding in as your orgasm washed over you. When he made sure you were okay, you sat up. "Come here, babe." You said, reaching out your hands.

You both went in for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on him, but you didn't care. "That's the first time you called me babe." He smiled against your lips.

"I want you to feel good too." You said as you palmed him through his jeans.

"Tonight was about you though." He said as he moved your hand away, begining to breathe harder.

You straddled him and ground into him. "Then make me feel good again. Please." You buried your face in his neck.

"You're amazing." He breathed out.

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You opened your eyes to you snuggled up against your boyfriend's chest. You were engulfed in warmth and didn't want to get out. You gently got out of the arms that were wrapped around you and checked your phone. 7:47. School starts in 13 minutes.

You quickly got up and looked around for your panties, not being able to find them. You did find your bra, and put it on. Sweet Pea stirred away and smiled at you lazily. "We're gonna be late for school." You said. "You gotta get up. Up up up!" You threw the blankets off of him, then pecked the top of his head. "Where's my underwear?"

He sat up and picked up the ripped material from the ground. "Sorry. Got a little carried away." His smile didn't match his apology. "Wear one of mine."

You huffed, putting a pair of boxer briefs on and tossing on your jeans and one of his shirts. You then got ready at lightning speed, pushing Sweet Pea around with you for him to get ready.

You both got there at 7:58. You ran to your Biology class and sat down right before the bell rang. Toni looked at you, about to make a comment about the mess that you were. "Don't." You said.

After work you opened the door to see Sweet Pea leaning on his bike in the parking lot. He had a grin on his face. "I have a surprise for you."

You went up to him and hugged him. "Another one? Last night's surprise was amazing enough."

He kissed your cheek and pulled out a small box, handing it to you. "Open it." You smiled and pulled off the ribbon, opening it. It was a pocket knife. "I figured you would feel safer with it, and every serpent has a pocket knife on them."

It was a Galaxy color, and when you opened the blade it was also the same color as the handle. It was thicker than most, as well as sharper it seemed. "I figured that when I'm not there to protect you, you'd think of me when you're being a badass."

You giggled and put it in your pocket. "Always so thoughtful, Pea." You deeply kissed him. "I can't help but fall in love with you."

He froze. "What?"

You immediately back away. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that. You probably weren't ready, and I probably shouldn't be rushing into saying that I love you, and-"

You were cut off by Sweet Pea's lips. His hands were on your hips as he pulled you closer to him. You ran your hand through his hair, your other hand on his shoulder. He suddenly pulled back. "I love you too." He gasped out.

You giggled as you took a look at Sweet Pea. His eyes were wide and his lips were swollen. His hair was in a mess and he had a goofy smile on. You jumped on him and kissed all over his face while he laughed in response.

He pulled back as you paused and pecked him on the lips. "Is my girl happy?" You excitedly nodded. "Is she ready to leave?" You nodded again. "Then let's go."

What you both didn't know was that same night, your father had been released. They asked if he wanted to be taken to you, but he said no. They asked if he wanted your address, but said no. What he asked for was money, only ten dollars. He then went to Riverdale High, and bought a ticket to Carrie: the Musical.

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Author's Note: Sorry I didn't update last week. Writer's block. This was kinda my least favorite chapter so far, but I'll try to be better next chapter.

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