#*nemo. I’m not typing that again

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it’s been said before but. disney’s ideology is basically usamerican fascism

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fishy go buh-bye! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: our favourite little one, buddy turned 4-years-old and all she wanted for her birthday was a goldfish—until monkey helped feed him a little too much.

double the trouble masterlist

“Mummy! I wan’ fishy! Ou’ don’ understand!” You stomped your foot hard, crossing your arms tightly. 

This was serious. 

You needed a fish. 

You had already used your best puppy-dog eyes, the ones that usually made Leah say yes, but this time, she was being very difficult.

“Bubba,” Leah sighed, rubbing her face, “Surely there’s something else you want for your birthday.”

“No!” You huffed, bouncing on your toes, “I wan’ fishy.”

“I know you do, but there has to be something else you’d like instead…” Leah trailed off, hoping that she could persuade you differently, “A fish can be a lot of work sometimes. How about some new toys instead?”

“No!” You said again, louder this time, “I need a fishy, Mummy!”

Leah raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms to, like she was copying you, “You need one, do you?”

“Uh huh!” You nodded so hard in agreement, “Monks’ got Tat’-Tot. I wan’ a fishy!”

Leah groaned in exasperation.

Beside you, Beth smirked, “Come on, Le. Buy her a fish. What’s the harm?”

That did it. Finally!

After days and days of asking–maybe even a whole year, because waiting was hard–Leah sighed and said the magic words, “Fine, Bubba. You can have a fish.”

You felt like it was the best day ever!

The pet shop was so big, with rows and rows of tanks full of fish swimming ‘round and ‘round. You pressed your face against the glass, eyes wide. 

“Remind me again why she wants a fish?” Jordan, who had joined in the trip to the pet shop, leaned over and whispered to Leah, confused about where the sudden need for a fish came from, “Out of all animals she could want, and she lands on… a fish.”

“I’m not sure. Maybe she watched Finding Nemo with Monkey?” Leah was clueless just the same as Jordan, watching you as you stared in awe at all the different types of fish, “Bubba, have you seen any that you like?”

“No, dat one too stripey,” You scrunched your little face up in disagreement, “An’ dat one is too big!”

“There’s plenty to choose from, little ‘un,” Jordan chuckled, crouching down the glass a few inches away from where you stood, “Hey, Buddy. What about this one?”

You were curious and toddled over to look at the one. You let out a gasp, “Wow. He perfect, Mama!” You exclaimed, and you were set on the tiny, shiny, golden fish that looked the happiest fish in the whole wide world, “I wan’ dat one!”

“Looks like we have a winner,” Leah said, making her way over to speak to one of the staff members to retrieve the fish.

Leah had already brought the tank and stuff that was needed, set up ready to go at home, all you had to do now was bring home your bestest fish.

You were so excited when you got home, you just watched him swim and swim. His name was Fishy. He was perfect.

But as you found out, your perfect fishy didn’t do much. No amazing tricks. Nothing. He just… swam around his tank.

“He don’ do much, Mummy. He’ borin’ now,” It had been less than a day before you grew tired of watching your new friend swim around in his tank.

“Well, Bubba… That’s just what fish do,” Leah explained gently.

Your fish swam ‘round and ‘round in his tank. Until one day, just a few sleeps later, Fishy stopped swimming. 

He wasn’t moving at all. 

You blinked at him, tilting your head, “Mummy? Fishy ‘topped swimming!”

Leah came over and took one look at the tank. Then she sighed real big and rubbed her face, “Oh, Monkey…”

You were confused. What did Monkey do?

Meanwhile, your favourite person, who was curled up on the sofa in Leah’s big hoodie that she had stolen, suddenly let out a gasp just like she’d figured something out, “I didn’t mean to kill it!”

Your mouth dropped open, you crossed your arms super tight while shaking your head in pure disappointment,  “Monks’, ou’ a murderer!"

“I know!” Monkey wailed, pulling the hoodie over her face, “I was just tryin’ to be nice. I thought he was hungry!”

Leah groaned, rubbing her temples like she had a headache, “Monkey…”

“I didn’t mean it!” Monkey sniffled, flopping back against the sofa like her whole world was over, “I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean it!”

You shook your head, beyond disappointed. Fishy was gone because Monkey gave him too much food? He wasn’t a piggy! He was a fishy! Everybody knew that fishies didn’t eat that much.

“There only one thing dat we hatfa do,” You announced, turning to Leah with your hands on your hips. It was scarily how identical you looked to her right now.

Leah sighed again, already looking tired, “What’s that, Bubba?”

“We hafta ‘ave a fun’ral,” You insisted, keeping your hands resting on your hips.

“Bubba…” Leah tried to speak and make you see reasoning, but you weren’t having any of it.

“It hafta happen, Mummy! We gots to say buh-bye properly!” You insisted, not backing down on your thoughts.

Leah huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “... Fine, we can have a funeral for your fish,” The sentence sounded so ludicrous, but she would do whatever she could to make you happy.

Even if that means hosting a funeral… for a fish.

“We hafta invite everyone, Mummy!” You declared promptly, already undergoing the plans of the funeral, “We hafta to invite Mama and Ez, and Nana, G’anddad, Uncle J, Gan’ma Berny, Auntie Wally, Auntie Kimmy, Auntie Beff, Auntie Vivi, Roo, Auntie Katie, Auntie Caitlin, Auntie Stephy, Auntie Jen, RaRa and Lessi!”

“Anyone else?” Elle joked, most amused by the situation.

“Bubba, we don’t need to invite everyone around. I think they might be busy,” Leah tried to gently explain, bracing herself for an impending meltdown from yours truly.

“Nooo!” You whined, continuing to scowl at her, “Dey hafta to come! Fishy was a good fishy. He need all da people!”

Monkey sniffled dramatically, “She’s right.”

“Oh for goodness' sakes,” Leah groaned, pulling out her phone, “Fine. I’ll drop everyone a text.”

To their credit, every single one of them came.

Well, apart from Jen, who was stuck in America since it was a bit of a short-notice moment to fly over to just attend a funeral… even if it was just for your fish.

“Hi, little one,” Lia crouched down to envelope you in a warm hug, “I’m very sorry to hear about your fish.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, “I miss him, Auntie Wally.”

“I know you do,” Lia sympathsised with you, “They're in a good place now.”

“Interesting, I’ve never been to a fish funeral before,” Beth cracked a joke, walking through the hallway of Leah’s house with Viv and Roo, the joke earning her a nudge from her partner, who had come to London to visit her girlfriend and daughter and instead, ended up being roped into attending a funeral… for your fish.

“We’re never getting Roo a fish,” Viv stated, firmly.

“This is all your fault,” Leah playfully glared at the blonde, pointing her finger accusingly at you, “Get a fish–you said. What’s the harm–you said. Now see what’s happened… This is why I was avoiding it.”

Beth held her hands up in mock surrender, “Did you put a good spread on at least?”

“Fish fingers sound good to me,” Kyra teased, walking through the front door with Steph, who rolled her eyes, “Too soon?”

“The poor kid is distraught right now, pest,” Steph told her.

“I thought it was quite funny,” Kyra grinned, pleased with herself, before wandering off to find Monkey, who was curled up on the sofa, feeling sorry for herself.

“Hey, munchkin,” Jacob was the next to come through the door, crouching down to your level and pulling you into his arms.

“Uncle J, Monks’ murdered fishy!” You put the blame straight on your least favourite person right now, “She a Coco Pop killer!”

Jacob stifled his laughter and kept his face straight, “Oh… I’m sure she didn’t mean it though, did she?”

“I didn’t!” Monkey wailed in the background, “I really didn’t mean it. I thought… I thought he was just a bit hungry!”

“See? She really didn’t mean it,” Jacob offered to try and solve the problem.

You weren’t so easily fooled, “Monks’ a murderer!”

Jordan and Erin were the next to come through the front door.

“Mama!” You instinctively ran straight to Jordan and threw your small arms around her.

“Oh, little ‘un,” Jordan cooed, kneeling down to catch you as you let out a heavy sob, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry about Fishy.”

“He was da bestest fishy, Mama,” You cried into her shoulder.

Jordan bit her bottom lip to stop the smile appearing on her face from the bizarreness of the situation, “I know, Buddy. He was very lucky to have you, wasn’t he?”

The backyard had never seen such a serious event. The sky was cloudy, like even the weather knew that something sad was happening today. 

You stood at the front, dressed in your bestest black dress—which was actually navy, but you weren’t hearing any of that. 

Your hands were clasped in front of you, standing before a shoebox-turned-coffin, which had been decorated with stickers—because Fishy would have wanted it to look nice.

Leah, Jordan, Erin, Elle, Monkey and you all sat nearby, along with the rest of the family, all gathered in a semi-circle. Leah had her arms crossed, watching with barely concealed amusement, while Jordan rested her hand gently on your shoulder, giving you the serious support you needed right now.

Monkey, still wrapped up in Leah’s hoodie like it was her own security blanket, sniffled dramatically beside you, “I… I didn’t mean to kill him,” She whispered, staring down at the shoebox.

“We know, Monks’,” You said gravely, patting her knee like she was the one who needed to be comforted, “It okay. He in da big pond now in da sky.”

“It’s a tragic loss. He was a good fish,” Steph nodded solemnly, arms crossed.

“Bestest fishy,” You corrected.

“Yeah, I’m sorry little ‘un,” Katie added, surprising everyone by sounding genuinely sad about the whole thing.

“Am I actually seeing this right now?” Beth choked back a laugh, whispering to Viv, “Is Katie actually getting emotional right now?”

“Apparently,” Viv whispered back, smirking, “I believe she has a soft spot for her nieces and their fish, I guess.”

You ignored them. This was serious business.

“We gathered ‘ere today,” You announced in your most-grown up voice, “To say buh-bye to Fishy.”

Monkey wiped at her eyes, “He was a good fish.”

“He was da bestest fish,” You peered up to look at her, correcting her again.

“Amazing fish,” Jordan agreed, nodding along.

“He was brave,” Erin added, playing along.

“A real fighter,” Kyra couldn’t miss the opportunity to pipe in, still grinning.

“Until Monks’ murdered him!” You grumbled, shaking your head in disappointment.

Monkey gasped, looking properly horrified, “I didn’t mean it!”

“Ou’ did!” You huffed, scowling at her with your hands resting on your hips, “Ou’ not meant to feed him so much!”

“Girls,” Leah groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Can we have just one day when you two aren’t fighting with one another? Bubba, Monks’ didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”

You weren’t so easily convinced in her words, as you continued to stand there, glaring at your big sister, “Ou’ a fishy killer, Monks’!”

“Buddy,” Leah tried again, shaking her head, “I know you’re upset, but your big sister is very sorry for killing your fish, aren’t you, Monkey?”

“Yes,” Monkey murmured, continuing to sniffle, “I really didn’t mean it.”

“I don’ believe ‘ou,” You were truly upset about your fishy, and you were going to be so easily forgiving about it either.

“Bloomin’ hell this is like an episode of Eastenders,” Beth joked, earning a few laughs from a few people.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you say a few words about your Fishy?” Amanda stepped forward to suggest, before an argument could break out, “What was your favourite thing about him?”

You tapped your chin, thinking real hard, "He was gold."

"That’s… a good quality," Lia said, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing.

"An’ he was little,” You added.

"Also true," Kim nodded.

"And he swimmed lots," You finished proudly.

"Yeah, up until he didn’t," Kyra muttered, earning a sharp elbow from Steph.

You shot Kyra a glare but chose to move on, "I hope ou’ like da big pond in da sky, Fishy," You bowed your head, squeezing your eyes shut for a long, dramatic pause. 

Monkey sniffled loudly, “I’m sorry, Buddy. Please forgive me…”

Leah clapped her hands together, “Alright, that’s enough grief for one day—”

“Wait!” You halted dramatically, sticking your hand up in the air, “We hafta put him in da ground now, Mummy!”

Leah blinked in disbelief, “Bubba, we’re not burying him in my garden.”

“But–” You tried to protest.

"We can flush him," Jordan offered gently.

You gasped in horror, “Mama! Dat so dis’pectful!"

"Buddy, fish like water. It’s like… sending him home,” Jordan explained to you in a way that you could understand.

You thought about this very hard before slowly nodding, "Okay. But I hafta do it."

And so, the whole family—every single one of them—gathered in the bathroom, packed in as tight as sardines while you stood on the step stool, holding Fishy in a tissue with the biggest pout ever.

"I’m sorry, Fishy,” Monkey sniffled dramatically, 

You nodded solemnly, "Buh-bye, Fishy."

Then, with one final plop, you let him go and pressed the flush.

The whole room was silent for a moment.

And then Monkey wailed like her whole world had ended, “HE’S GONE!"

Jordan sighed but reached down, scooping you up in her arms, “You okay, little ‘un?”

You wrapped your arms around her neck, burying your face in her shoulder, “No mo’ Fishy.”

Jordan rubbed your back, “I know, sweetheart. He was a very special fish.”

Leah groaned, rubbing her face, “Buddy, we are not getting another fish.”

You gasped just as loud as Monkey, “But Mummy!”

“No, Bubba. No more fish.”

You crossed your arms, huffing, as Leah walked away. Fine. Fine.

…Maybe next time, you could ask for a puppy.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[perplexingly]

Ok so you like self destructive tragic characters right. Self inflicted trauma on top of external trauma type stuff. (I've been thinking about Anders lately and you described him this way and I. can't stop thinking about it.) Can you elaborate on this type of characterization and what exactly makes a character written this way successful and not come off as just incompetent, frustrating or pure evil? I've found myself keeping an eye out for more characters like this but I haven't found any more that aren't shoved squarely in the "evil villain" box both by their source material and their fandom. As a character creator myself I'd love to write more characters like that and given how much you seem to appreciate them I'd love to hear your input. (Hope this ask isn't too weird, I just love well rounded characters that don't fit the status quo and I'll take that wherever I can get it.)

(Also, I've been replaying Skyrim recently before getting back into DA and once again our gaming interests have somehow realigned and all your posts about Enderal are tempting me to try it myself. I'm curious what mods you use, if any beyond Enderal itself? Your posts are the first I've heard of it so I'm not sure if it's even recommended to use mods lol, but I thought it was worth the ask)

Hello! Yes I love characters like that, but I’m afraid I won’t give you the analysis you need, I don’t have many thoughts in my head…

I think that characters like these do come off as all these things you mentioned (just look at all the Anders discourses around, or how Hamlet is perceived as indecisive and pathetic, Captain Ahab as insane, and Victor Frankenstein as “the real monster”), but regardless are still compelling, maybe because they often have very strong convictions, embody that “road to hell is paved with good intentions” proverb? Some of them are also just straight up charismatic (and often kind too!) and it’s easy to like that, though I don’t think that’s a necessary trait to find them interesting. (Anders came off as charming in Awakening as well, but then again, I liked the way he acted in DA2 more). Oh another thing is that they’re almost always the thing that moves the story forward.

Of the top off my head I can think mostly of self destructive characters in classic literature but I’m sure every media and every time period has plenty. Besides previously mentioned I’d also consider characters such as Captain Nemo (by the end of the story at least, for the most part he’s presented as noble and high-functioning), Jekyll of Jekyll&Hyde, Marlowe’s Faust (this one is 100% self inflicted without much external tragedy), any protagonist of any Dostoevsky book, maybe Balladyna (she’s a villainess akin to Macbeth though), maybe Orestes and Electra

Oh for modern works, definitely Captain Flint from Black Sails, Tolkien’s Turin (though there is a literal curse on his family line), Mrs Danvers from Rebecca, maybe Fitz from RotE (though he is more passive than any other character I listed here). I’m sure there are much better examples, it was all off the top of my head though :D

About Enderal, yesss I recommend it highly!! I didn’t use any mods, but there’s a bunch on Nexus (it has a separate page from Skyrim, though I believe Skyrim mods should work as well??). Enderal is more akin to a stand alone game than a mod though, for me it took 60hrs to beat and I didn’t do all of the side quests/didn’t meet all of the named npcs 🥹

Also, good luck with your endeavors!!

[thegreatnpowerfulspuukiiz]

clarence is soooo interesting to me bro i just wanna put him under a microscope and study him for hours i have soooo many questions.

like??? are his parents straight edge too or is it just him?? and if it’s just him what MADE be like “nahh.” and choose to become straight edge??

why doesn’t he have claws like kazu?? i get that they’re different types of vampires but what even IS a nosferatu??? google said it’s just another word for vampire 😭 do imps outrank nosferatu or vise versa??

he likes cooking things that can be enjoyed by all devils INCLUDING nosferatus and in any art we see of everyone eating, he’s usually just drinking a blood bag so does that mean he literally can’t eat/digest certain foods unless they’re made with his devil type in mind?? is bro not hungry??

bc we often we kazu eating loads of different things but once again they’re different devil types so ig i can’t keep comparing them i just idk RAH

it seems clarence’s biggest issue is having to take the blood straight from the source (hence why he’s always drinking from bags) and ik that both nosferatu blood and mandragora fruits are life forces but i wonder if clarence would’ve gotten the same effect from drinking yahgie’s blood since he’s not either of those devil types??

i think i recall yahgie saying some of his own blood was mixed into the ramen as well but it was the nosferatu/mandragora mix that made clarence go into blood rapture, yahgie’s blood likely just being an added strength bonus. i recall clarence mentioning that he's weaker than pandy bc of the type of blood he drinks, but when they went on the field trip he wasn't put in the group with weak devils like nemo and kazu.

and from the action panels of clarence vs kaiko, he seems to understand how to use these power ups. this plus the panel where he says “no one should have this power.” and talks about how it disgusts him, makes me guess that this isn’t the first time he’s gone into rapture.

i just wonder what he’s seen or heard or even DONE himself that made him so against utilizing his powers?? and if i’m remembering correctly, in the flashbacks/arts we’ve seen of baby clarence he didn’t have the straight edge tattoo and neither did his parents, one of which who can FLY (his mama), so i’m assuming that this was a recent decision he made when he was older??

also if he drank fresh devil blood would he be able to fly on the regular like his mom?? and do non-straight edge nosferatu vamps just go around biting folks for fresh food?? like I'D HAVE AN ISSUE WITH THAT TOO PROBABLY

HE’S JUST???? SO INTERESTING I WANNA KNOW mORE ABOUT HIMMMMMM I JUST???? I LOVE HIM SM ANSWER MY MANY QUERIES @devilscandycomic PLS IM BEGGING SOMEONE ANYONE

*collapses to my knees in anguish and sobs*

anyway all art/panels taken from the official devil’s candy site (where it can be read for free!!!!) or tsuala’s insta/twitter!!

also the next volume drops in july and my boy’s on the spine and front cover let’s heckin goooo 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Cartagena Part 3

Took me a bit longer than expected but...

Warning: Mostly fluff and a bit of serious talk, mentions of self harm

Dialogue between <...> is in Spanish

OCs mentioned are Freya (Mini @sofasoap ), Olga (Zhar @nrdmssgs ) and Florrie and Mylène (Petra) belong to @siilvan

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @mmyrrhh @sofasoap @sinyaaa

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‘‘Never thought I’d see the day’’

Christine had to laugh at Simon’s grumbled comment, her eyes darting to what she could see of his face before going back to what they both were watching. Johnny and Gabi, dancing salsa among other patrons at the bar they were at, after having dinner.

‘‘You never thought you’d see Johnny dancing?’’

‘‘Didn’t know he could even move following a rythm’’ Simon snorted, shaking his head lightly. ‘‘God knows how bloody difficult it is to make him follow directions’’

‘‘Don’t be like that’’ She laughed again, her fingers tapping on her thighs, following the music. She had been dancing with Gabi until the previous song, then preferred to sit and allow Johnny to dance with his partner. ‘‘Freya and I taught him… he said he wanted to learn because it was a good way to pick hens up’’

‘‘Freya… think I met her last December, when Johnny’s mother and her came to base to pick him up to go North. His twin sister?’’ Simon nodded slowly when she gave an affirmative hum, absorbed by the music, and leant back in his chair with his almost finished beer in hand. They had chosen the darkest corner in the bar they could find, both for their own comfort and to avoid needless chatter with other patrons. That allowed him to drink without fear of being seen or ogled at. He didn’t mind Johnny looking, and he had waited until Gabi had left the table to dance. And everytime he had lowered his face mask, Christine had looked away politely.

His mobile phone vibrated in his pocket, and with a grunt, Simon left the beer on the table and checked the device. Curious, Christine looked at him briefly, quickly realizing he was smiling under the mask, while he typed an answer to whoever it was.

She wasn’t sure where it came from. But a dark, piercing wave of jealousy made her throat tighten in a knot, and a hollow void open in her chest, right where her heart was.

‘‘Who is it?’’ Fuck, why did she ask. What if it was some…

‘‘Price’’ Simon answered calmly. If he noticed the dark venom in her voice, he didn’t show it, but his voice was like molten lava on her ears. She couldn’t help but lean towards him, and suddenly, Simon grabbed her chair and dragged it closer while ignoring her sudden yelp, until their thighs were pressed together. ‘‘He asks how is everything, every day’’

‘‘You are fond of him, aren’t you’’ Christine looked down at her drink, stirring the straw and making the ice cubes clink together, trying to distract herself from the heat she felt on her face. Stupid jealousy. But the fact that he wanted her closer made the dark flames soothe a bit.

Next to her, Simon nodded to himself, acutely aware that something was off within her, but for the life of him couldn’t figure out what.

‘‘If I’m alive today, is thanks to him’’ And to Laswell, he thought. And to Kyle and Johnny. And even to Nikolai. Baffled, he suddenly realized how many people were closer to his dark, stunted heart than he previously realized. Mylène. Olga. More than the fingers on one hand.

Christine seemed about to say something when in that moment, Johnny and Gabi returned briefly to the table to have a sip of their mostly watered down drinks.

‘‘Having fun, here in yer dark corner?’’ Johnny teased, chuckling when all he got was a glare for both of his friends. Gabi giggled and sat down for a moment, grabbing her phone.

‘‘Oooh, this poor man’’ She rolled her eyes, and started to type an answer to some text. Johnny tried to look over her shoulder.

‘‘What’s the matter, hen?’’

‘‘Grizzly’’ Gabi chuckled when Riot exhaled a grunt, trying to focus on her drink and not roll her eyes too hard. ‘‘He’s trying to woo Florrie and is asking if I know her favourite flowers’’

‘‘Florrie is the little bird working with ye and Laswell?’’ Johnny looked over her shoulder, grinning. ‘‘Cute little thing’’

‘‘She is a doll!’’ Gabi nodded, smiling widely, in the middle of typing, Then she stopped, thinking. ‘‘Ok, what was the name…’’

‘‘Gaillardias or chocolate cosmos, but I wish him luck finding them in the UK’’ Christine huffed, stirring the straw again. ‘‘Tell him to get her poppies. If he can find californian ones, the better’’

‘‘Oh yes! Good idea’’ Gabi started typing again, without losing her smile. Christine pushed her knee with hers.

‘‘Don’t tell him it was me!’’

‘‘Too late!’’ The younger woman avoided another push from Christine’s knee, laughing, and returned her phone to her bag. ‘‘Phew, I couldn’t remember… Crisis averted! The poor sod is desperate, and she is no better… How did you know, by the way?’’

‘‘Uh… last week we were at Heather’s and you three were yapping about flowers’’ Christine tried to shrug it off, looking desperately at Johnny and Simon, but both men knew better. Gabi’s eyes flashed with delight.

‘‘You were listening!’’

‘‘Hard not to’’ Christine grumbled, leaning back in her chair as Gabi leant forward, all smiles.

‘‘So, what do you say we go have some fun before going back to the apartment?’’

‘‘Not interested’’ Simon shrugged, and Christine looked at him with gratefulness before giving her own reply.

‘‘Not interested either, but you two have fun’’

‘‘We’ll try!’’ Gabi giggled, and hugged Christine tightly, a bit too tight for the blonde woman’s liking, but she allowed it with an indulgent chuckle.

‘‘Try to be good instead’’

‘‘Where’s the fun in that’?’’ Johnny chuckled, bending down to kiss Christine’s cheek, and then patted fondly Simon’s shoulder. ‘‘Ye know, Lt, if ye need’em…’’

‘‘Fuck off, MacTavish’’ Simon grunted, but the Scot just laughed and followed his girlfriend out of the bar. The Lieutenant continued grumbling while him and Christine collected their things to leave as well.

‘‘If you need… what?’’ Christine looked up at him, with curiosity in her blue eyes, and Simon felt his ears starting to burn.

‘‘Nothing, don’t worry about it. Let’s go’’

It was a warm Spanish summer night, and there were still rays of sunlight in the horizon. The streets were full of people coming and going, drowning the atmosphere with the constant chatter and laughter.

As they walked down the street to the building where their rented apartment was, Simon almost stopped in his tracks when her pinky finger hesitatingly brushed against his. He dared to peek at her, but she was looking away, apparently interested in the shops, her ears and what he could see of her cheeks red.

Softly, just as hesitatingly, his hand closed around hers while he also looked away, his ears equally burning, but with a stupid grin under his face mask.

Maybe it was true life could be good.

In silence, they continued on, only stopping if something at a shop caught her attention, feeling her fingers tapping lightly against his to the rythm of a music that wasn’t there. That felt way better than her knee bumping against his leg.

‘‘Do you want ice-cream?’’ Christine looked up at him, raising her eyebrows, tugging lightly from his hand in the direction of the shop. He shook his head, but followed her inside, reluctant to let go of her hand.

‘‘<Hi, may I have a chocolate ice-cream, please? … That size>’’ She ordered in Spanish, trying to maneouvre with one hand to take her wallet out of her pocket, only to find Simon’s hand placing a five euro note on the counter. ‘‘Oh no, don’t you dare’’

He simply ignored her, and the shopkeeper, an elderly woman, smiled openly while filling up the ice-cream cone.

‘‘<Is that your boyfriend, dear? Does he want anything?>’’

‘‘<No…>’’ Christine blushed, still trying to fight to place her own five euro note on the counter, with Simon pushing it away. The shopkeeper giggled, looking pointedly at their hands, still intertwined.

‘‘<He isn’t your boyfriend?>’’

‘‘<Yes! No!>’’ She sputtered, even redder, and feeling even worse listening to the chuckling rumble coming from Simon. ‘‘<I mean…>’’

‘‘<The boyfriend doesn’t want anything, thank you>’’ Simon said, annoyingly calm and collected as always, but the bastard seemed to be having a great time, judging by the way his dark brown eyes sparkled.

And he managed to pay.

‘‘You didn’t have to pay’’ Christine protested once they were in the street again, continuing their path towards the apartment, but she was happily tasting the treat, with her face mask under her chin. Simon shrugged, still keeping her free hand in his.

‘‘I wanted to…’’ He looked down at her, chuckling for himself. ‘‘… sweetheart’’

She almost choked on the ice-cream, feeling her ears burn. It took a few deep breaths before she was able to even dare ask.

‘‘… are we dating now then?’’

And now it was his turn to feel his blood run cold. What were they? The question seemed stupidly childish. For months, Simon had avoided thinking about it, about the officiality of it. Dating, like two teenagers. Fucking hell.

And still, being together, hand in hand, felt strangely… apropriate. As if it should be.

‘‘I think we’re way past dating, lovie’’ He sighed, and for some reason, instead of feeling dread, his own words brought him a strange sense of peace. Acceptance. Still, he tried to tease her. ‘‘I’m afraid you have ruined me for anyone else’’

His teasing flew over her head completely.

‘‘… so have you’’ Christine murmured meekily into her ice-cream. Feeling like a fool, and ridiculous, but at the same time stupidly hopeful. The tiny voice inside her head was yelling at her that she didn’t deserve it, but she consciously tried to drown it.

‘‘That’s why you got all jealous about me texting back at the bar?’’

She wished the ground would open and swallow her.

‘‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’’

‘‘Sure you don’t’’ Simon chuckled quietly. It wasn’t expected, but it felt good. To know she felt possessive of him. Maybe it wasn’t that bad that he felt possessive of her too.

She grumbled something under her breath and offered him her ice-cream. He lowered his face mask to take a bite out of it, his eyes looking fondly at the back of her head when she turned away to not look at him by accident.

They kept their comfortable silence, walking hand in hand, until way after they arrived at the apartment. Like an old couple that understood each other without words, showering one after the other, and then crashing together on the sofa to watch the telly until Johnny and Gabi came back or they were too tired to stay up.

‘‘Where did you get that?’’

Christine turned her eyes from the tv to him, and then down to her thighs following his gaze. She was wearing again his t-shirt and her pyjama shorts, and the pinkish scar on her right thigh was visible, like the previous night.

‘‘Oh, that was in Colombia… Kate sent me to eliminate a cartel boss’’

Simon nodded, still looking at her pale, supple thigh, almost wishing he had the balls to run his fingers along the scar. They were basically cuddling again on the sofa, with Christine comfortably nestled under his right arm, and her folded legs almost on his lap.

‘‘He put up a fight?’’

‘‘Oh no, that part was easy. His bodyguards not so much though’’ She shrugged, touching the edge of the scar. ‘‘He had guard dogs. Hungry beasts that chased me all throughout the estate until I climbed up the barbed wire and… I got stuck’’

He looked at her now, confused.

‘‘You got stuck on the barbed wire’’

‘‘I didn’t want to shoot the doggies!’’ She defended herself, trying to not smile. ‘‘So instead of getting out the way I came in, I had to improvise and… I got stuck. Trying to free myself I cut my leg with the barbed wire but it wasn’t that serious, I just bruise and scar easily…’’

‘‘You got stuck on the barbed wire’’ His voice was as gravelly as ever, but there was a slight rumble in there that made her almost shiver.

‘‘Yup. Hanging like cold meat in a deli, I was’’

Simon shook his head and leaned back against the sofa, looking at the ceiling. His shoulders shook lightly as he tried not to laugh at her. But in the end he couldn’t help but chuckle openly, the mental image was too much.

‘‘I like your laugh’’ Christine blurted without thinking, and she could have died just there if he hadn’t kept laughing at her. ‘‘You laugh so little’’

‘‘I don’t often have reasons to laugh, beautiful’’ Simon looked at her again, reaching out his left hand to brush away some strands of her hair. She took the opportunity to trace lightly the tattoos on his arm. Her fingers stopped over the bomb when she felt burned, scarred tissue underneath.

‘‘That one was a bet’’ Simon hummed, looking at her fingers on his skin, and praying to any gods listening that Johnny kept his woman away from the apartment a little more.

‘‘A bet?’’

‘‘Yeah. I wanted to cover some scars too. Had a mate in my first assignment that dared me to drink until one of us passed out’’ Simon’s eyes twinkled with amusement at the memory. ‘‘The thing is, we both passed out, but he was gone first. So… I could choose where to get the tattoo’’

‘‘And the loser?’’ Christine’s fingers continued tracing the designs of his tattoo sleeve, and Simon tried very hard not to shiver.

‘‘Well… let’s say he’ll sit on it for the rest of his life’’

‘‘Oh’’ Christine laughed, and for a brief, fleeting second, Simon’s hands moved towards her waist.

Noises starting to come from outside the main door, and she turned her head to look in that direction. With the movement, the scar that marked her throat was in full view, and Simon doubted, but in the end, went for it.

‘‘What about the one on your neck, lovie?’’

It was curious, Christine thought. Had it been any other person, she would have felt dread at the question. But it was him.

‘‘I tried to cut my throat with a broken chair’’ After a couple of heartbeats, she decided to add more. ‘‘I couldn’t use my hands, I was tied up. During one of the beatings the chair broke, and I tried to end it’’

He had imagined as much, given how light and uneven it was, but nodded all the same. Gently, he took the hand that was still tracing his tattoos, and guided her fingers to his inner wrist, making her follow a couple of long lines that started there and went almost up to his elbow along his inner forearm. Covered by his tattoos, they were practically imperceptible.

Christine’s eyes found his, and Simon just shrugged, cocking his head to one side. There was no need for words.

They had never needed them. They understood.

Before any of them could think about a way to break the silence, the main door opened and Johnny and Gabi rushed inside. The happy couple barely paid attention to them, making out and grabbing at each other on the way to the master bedroom, where the door slammed shut.

‘‘Well, there goes our tranquility’’ Christine smiled, snuggling against Simon’s side again, but grabbing his arm this time, with her head against his shoulder. He was about to ask what did she mean when he heard it.

The sounds of two people going at it. Passionately.

‘‘Fucking hell…’’

‘‘Turn the volume up’’ She giggled, but it wasn’t enough to drown everything.

From time to time, they looked at each other and chuckled quietly, but as it went on, her giggles were louder, and he found it difficult to not follow her in them. And in the end, they were openly laughing their ass off, with the background noise of a bed creaking and the passionate sounds of lovemaking.

Of course they made sure to loudly clap at the end, to show their appreciation for the performance, laughing even more when Johnny cursed them out from the bedroom.

[francarieq]

Do you want to tell me about palomian mythology? I haven’t heard anything about it before and I’m intrigued:)

AND YAP ABOUT IT? YES PLEASE!!

Palomian mythology is of course mythology of Ancient Paloma (Quirme). Paloma is also characterized as “The Land of the gods”—it was quoted as the first civilization and was separated by city states presumably: Argonia, Teroe (Teroona), Royli, Elunia and—the famous—Paloma. Paloma—as per palomian mythos—was a giant island (During the drifting of Pangea) that lay in where “point nemo” came to be. It was consumed by the waves a few thousand years after the Primordial Chaos.

(don’t mind my handwriting uhhhh)

Palomians—like all civilizations—had a language; collectively called “P’loakmi”. P’loakmi has two types:

- Standard Palomian- Mostly seen on artifacts and retrieved materials. (deciphered)

- P’loakmi (ORIGINAL)- The language of the gods and only the gods. Seen on ancient texts that were believed to be written by the gods of Paloma. (indecipherable)

[OKAY NOW THAT WE’VE GOT SURFACE LEVEL PALOMA WE CAN GO TO THE GODS OF PALOMA YEHAHH!??!!!]

——————

In the retrieved archives of Palomian Mythology (some of which were deciphered) held the story of creation. Though people weren’t sure if this was how the story actually went, because water damages, missing pages and hints of original P’loakmi made it hard for them to piece the information together.

With the little details we were given here was how the story presumably went:

Ci (Universe) gave birth to Sysr (god of the universe and creator of the gods). Sysr wanted to make another god to do his work for him so Sysr created Arif (the embodiment of the sun, god of the sun and time | “Giver of Life”). Sysr and Arif both worked together to create the stars, the planets, the galaxies and so on. Arif was tasked by Sysr to create life and he (Arif) obeyed.

Arif landed on the Earth (called “Ana’tenka” in earlier writings) back when the Earth was barren and knew only volcanoes and never ending flame. Arif looked around and was not happy with how Earth looked; that was when he realized why Sysr gave him such an important task—as to create life is to stop this kind of destruction. Arif went to work—Arif tried working with stone, with flames, he also tried working with something called “Sh’kalza” (we have no idea what that was but uhhhh), but none worked. Until Arif tried again; this time to his surprise it worked. Arif created a successful being able to sustain life, his name was Paloma, he was the first man to ever walk the Earth—well only for a few minutes—it didn’t take long for his creation in wither and die—knowing the state of the Earth during the time—Paloma burned and he screamed in agonizing pain, his body began blistering until Paloma dropped dead on Arif’s feet and let out a faint whisper as if to say “Why?”. Arif stared for a while—quite unamused—until he felt a distinct aura stand behind him. It was Vendetta (the god of death and the dead), the moment the first life drew their last breath it echoed throughout the cosmos and naturally death found its place in the universe as a silent being that remained the balance. That moment marked the official start of Palomian Mythology (named after the first creation of Arif).

Arif’s task wasn’t over and the last thing Arif wanted was to anger the god of the universe so he and Vendetta devised a plan. Arif—god of time and the sun, Vendetta—god of the death and dead merged their powers together to form a young goddess—no more than a baby. The universe stopped in a moment as if to marvel at the importance of the moment, the universe whispered in a hush voice “Azalea..”, Arif and Vendetta agreed—she was to be named Azalea. The moment Azalea set her little feet on the land—all those around her blossomed into beautiful flowers and grass. Arif and Vendetta were enchanted at what was happening—even a being so small can create such magnificent things. Azalea was the goddess of beauty and nature, the mother of all things alive.

When Arif and Vendetta showed Azalea to Sysr he was pleased. Sysr gave them the order to raise her into a more mature goddess for she will bring life to every corner of the universe once she was ready. She was viewed as Arif and Vendetta’s daughter in later tales. And everything followed with it—With the blossoming of the Earth there came the seas birthing Arnav (god of the sea and ocean), the last remnants of volcanoes birthing Cyrus (god of fire and the blaze), the winds singing a song ever so softly birthing Tece Kronos (god of winds and tamer of the howling winds).

We are not so sure how accurate the story is knowing that some pages are missing still yet to be found and deciphered—but I guess we have to work with what we have, no?

To enumerate:

PALOMIAN MYTHOS IS SOOO WEIRD GUYS I HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT WORKS SOMETIMES😭😭

[khaoala]

per usual the pamrak face touch gifsets are PERFECTION 🤌🏽

*insert finding nemo “now what?” gif*

If i keep asking for you to make gifsets will that make it seem like it isn’t over yet????😭

But seriously, did you miss me popping up in your inbox this past weekend with all of my nonsensical thoughts and opinions?

I’m not even sure what’s next on the docket, everything seems to be still filming at the moment. What gl(s) are you most looking forward to?

-🤫

i'm glad you enjoyed them, i for one, felt even more single going through all of their lovey dovey/supportive scenes again (but it was great, pamrak are so goals fr).

i'm fully planning on rewatching us in like a month or so just so i can watch my girls be lovely again but also bc i'm the type of rewatches shows i like all the time, so feel free to hit me with ideas if it pleases you.

listen, if there's something i enjoy is talking nonsense for paragraphs and then feeling self conscious about it later and it happens every time! you know that meme of the introvert having a great time chatting in a party just to get home and start panicking "why did i say that?" and and their comment was like "the weather is nice". that's me.

but you're right everything seems to be filming atm which is sad. i'm obviously looking forward to both gmm series that are planned for this year. whale store xoxo looks exactly like the type of show i'll have so much fun with bc it looks low stakes, but also a bit dramatic and has cats and bikes. june also said that they will start airing in june (haha) around the time of the blushing blossom fanfest, so i hope that's true and it doesn't get postponed like 23.5 was.

girls rule, i don't even need to say it right? girls doing questionable things and playing with each other's feelings like playdoh? sign me up. i hope it'll be sexy and hot and everything jojo has done in bls tbh. i need them to be toxic and red flags and i'll have so much fun with it.

i'm obviously super looking forward to clairebelle. they did their first script reading back on march 17th, and i'm not sure how far along on production they are but soon! at least it doesn't look like we'll lose this one like we did the last case and let's kick this love.

queendom also looks like it'll be a lot of fun. i, for one, grew up with the greatest swapping bodies movie, if i were you (2006), and this show seems to be up my alley as well. it looks funny, silly and houng and p.amp look like they can hold themselves up very well if the pilot is anything to go by. i'm excited (also, the secondary couple has older women - they are in their early 30's, so you know what i mean, older in gl perspective - and their dynamic also looks delicious).

only you because it's lingorm and even though the secret of us and i had our problems, lingorm's chemistry was very very nice to see. my one problem with only you though is that it looks very reminiscent of the dynamic they had as ladaearn (as in celebrity bubbly orm character and more of a normal job stoic ling character. i would have loved to see them switch dynamics, ngl). they are already filming this one and there are a many many tears as we expected from lingorm. i know they'll deliver.

harmony secret, for lmsy. like the secret of us, i had my issues with affair, but lmsy's chemistry is so very good. i'd say that they might be second to emibonnie in terms of chemistry for me, and they do kiss very pretty. also, harmony secret will give us hot rich and powerful couple dynamics, i'll be amazing to see.

last but not least, from the ones i could think from the top of my head at least, love design because i'm so looking forward to seeing jane falling in love with another woman. i don't really care about the plot much, but ✨jane✨.

[pamsimmerstories]

i didn't think i would get this emotional with my boys ♥

♫ "Call it one drink too many Call it pride of a man But it don't make no difference if you sit, or you stand

'Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin Yeah, they both end in trouble and start with a grin

We do it over and over and over again We do it over and over and over again" ♫

transcription

Wolfgang: ... and he’s a mermaid? is there every occult type in your family? Ffs

Michael: we don’t have aliens. and adam already have a human fiancée, i don’t know if we’re getting aliens in our family.

Wolfgang: where is his... tail?

Michael: i guess he didn’t wanna risk breaking the glass. or he knows it would be uncomfortable being inside with his tail. he’s tall. he gets ‘taller’.

Mortimer: it wouldn’t break that easy.. i’m almost done here. him being able to breath under water  makes everything easier

Adam: [mouthing] are you really staying?

michael remembers their last days of school. when they had to say goodbye. adam is like his brother. he doesn’t want a sad goodbye again

mortimer: okay. i found it! you’re from universe ‘saves\Slot_00000004.save’. and now we need to see if there’s not risk sending you back there. checking... checking... yes! it’s working. you can travel safely back to your universe.

Adam: mike...

Michael: don’t, nemo. i don’t wanna say goodbye

Adam: okay... mortimer, can i put my clothes back then?

he just looked at his cousin and smiled.

♫ "Call it one drink too many Call it pride of a man But it don't make no difference if you sit, or you stand

'Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin Yeah, they both end in trouble and start with a grin

We do it over and over and over again We do it over and over and over again" ♫

[verfound]

MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 14: Mushroom (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

For a brief moment – like the teeny tiniest of moments – I was considering the logistics of  getting Mason to France and really having fun with ‘mushrooms’.  It would have been very easy, actually, but…I couldn’t do that to Luka.  I already stuck him with Dingo.  😂

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

Read on Ao3

To Feel Alive Again: Ch14: Mushroom

“…I’m hungry,” Marinette said about halfway through the second movie.  They had both agreed horror was…probably not the best option, and they had abandoned the DVDs to find something on a streaming service.  He hadn’t really complained when she’d pulled up Finding Nemo.  She hadn’t really crawled off of him yet, either, though her head was now resting on his shoulder instead of hiding in his chest.  She hadn’t said anything about it yet, though, so he wasn’t going to, either.  She peeked up at him, and he tried not to notice the way she was biting on her lip.  “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat,” he said.  “You brought popcorn, right?”

“I’m hungry,” she said.  “For food, not snacks.  Want a pizza?  I’ll buy.”

His nose wrinkled.

“I’m not a big fan of pizza,” he said.  Her eyebrows rose.

“Seriously?  Everybody loves pizza,” she said.  He chuckled and tugged on a pigtail.  He wasn’t sure when his arm had moved around her shoulders, or when he’d started playing with her hair, but she hadn’t asked him to stop, so…

“I used to deliver pizzas,” he said.  “When I was a kid.  It was a lifetime ago, and I actually loved that job, but it turned me off pizza for life.”

“My papa used to make the best pizzas,” she said, sighing.  “He grew his own toppings and everything.  There was one summer he went a bit crazy and grew like fifteen different types of mushrooms.  I don’t think I ate mushrooms for a year after that, but it was a pretty good pizza.”

“…ew,” Luka said, his nose wrinkling again.  “I hate mushrooms.”

“Seriously?” she laughed, and he shrugged.

“They grow in shit,” he said.  She laughed harder.

“Most things do,” she said.  “It’s called fertilizer and it’s really good for plants.”

“It’s called bacteria and it stinks,” he said.  She rolled her eyes and pushed away from him.  He tried to tell himself he didn’t miss her weight and warmth against him.

“Ok, then, monsieur,” she said, lifting her arms above her head in a stretch.  “What would you have me order, then?”

“…your ma’s Chinese, right?” he asked.  She nodded, but she looked confused.  “Any good Chinese places you won’t be personally offended by?”

She snorted and reached for her phone, pulling up a delivery app.

“Only if you order the crab Rangoon,” she snorted, looking up from phone.  “That’s not Chinese, Luka.”

“Ok, ok,” he laughed, stretching himself before pushing himself up from the couch.  “I need to hit the bathroom.  Order what you want.  Just, please, no mushrooms if you get pizza.”

He was down the hall and about to close the door on the bathroom when she called after him, and he almost smiled at the teasing note in her voice.

“Ok, no mushrooms – how do you feel about bananas?”

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hello as always lol,

I really hope you’re feeling better dear Nemo cause anxiety really sucks major. I’m popping in to ask you abt your OC Tatiana this time :

Do you think she would wear this cool jacket à la Jude Duarte somewhere ? I thought that it fitted within her vibe as of someone from the Homelands with her profile. And does she, bc of her background, might not allow ppl to feel entirely comfortable around her, wether she is conscious of it/ does it on purpose (like Jude) or not

https://www.instagram.com/p/C9IX5yNv_FF/?igsh=MWwzOG9wcG5kZ3Y4MQ==

Hope you’re having a good day,

Hello Anon

Hello hello Darling Nonnie!!

You are always so welcome here, please, do make yourself comfortable, while I fetch some iced coffee and some cookies

And thank you for enquiring about my anxiety, it means a lot.

I am feeling much better now, especially compared to a few days ago.

You know, I have had this for as long as I can remember, and I know that when it happens, all I can do is to just sit tight, find something that might help take my mind off everything and just log off until I feel better.

In summer is not so bad, tbh, but in winter it tends to get a bit worse (especially around January, it's just UGH).

But I am digressing! All this to say that I am feeling much better, and it means that I can now give your ask the proper attention it deserves!

So, onto your question regarding my darling Tatiana!! :D

Tatia's whole wardrobe is made up of mostly leather jackets and coats, and they can go from aviator-type jackets (like the one I drew her in here) or long coats (á-la-Selene from Underworld).

So yes, I can DEFINITELY see Tatiana wearing that particular jacket, and just walk around being all cool (but without trying, because that's just the way she is lol).

As for not allowing others to feel comfortable around her, you are SPOT ON on that.

SPOT ON.

You see, Tatiana herself is so convinced that she is more trouble than she is worth for, she makes it a point to do all in her power to just project this aura of hostility that usually manages to deter most people around her from approaching her, let alone befriend her.

After playing the game with Rumplestilskin for most of her life, she knows that there is nothing to be gained in getting closer to her, in one way or the other, so she truly is one moment away from just growling at people who gets too close (and good gods, the amount of time she had beef with Bigby about it because he tried to actually get closer to her, since you know, he is the Big Bad Wolf and all of that, but she is still like: Nah, man, you gonna get yourself kill if you interfere with Rumple. Eventually he would succeed in that, but trust and believe that it took a remarkable time).

Another person that actually managed to actually get close to her, despite the whole "I Bite"  façade is actually Robyn Irons, a witch from Santa Clara, but the poor girl cannot recognize danger if it looked at her in the face and had a Neon Sign on its forehead! 😂😂😂

SO YEAH.

there you have it! :D

Thank you for this ask, Nonnie! <3

I had fun focusing on Tatiana again <3

--Nemo

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi! It's Winter! Have a nice day!

Bed Partners

The constant ringing from her cell phone startled her awake. It had taken her over an hour to fall asleep and she groaned when she looked at the clock glowing on her husband’s side of the bed. 11:45 PM.

“Sweetie, give me space. I need to answer that,” Brigitte whispered. Unfortunately, her words were not met with actions.

She threw her head back on the pillow. It was pointless because he wasn’t going to move. His loud snores were an indication that he was in a deep slumber. Nothing and no one was capable of waking him up at this point.

Brigitte looked at her phone and shrugged. Whoever it is will have to leave a message. 

The dings came through in rapid succession. “Darling, please move.” Her pleas went unanswered and, by now, she knew who was desperately trying to get a hold of her. 

When she was finally able to retrieve her cell phone, she scrolled through the messages, laughing when she saw that all 12 texts were from her husband. She dialled his number and waited for him to answer. (Which he did on the first ring). 

“Chérie! Did I wake you?” Emmanuel shouted enthusiastically into the phone, forgetting there was a 2-hour time difference between him and his wife. 

After a discreet yawn, she smiled, “You did wake me. I'm sorry I couldn’t answer your call - he wouldn’t move.” 

Emmanuel’s heart began to race. “He? He! You’re not alone?” 

“Emmanuel Macron, are you that lost without me that you can’t even think straight.” Brigitte teased. “Check your messages. I sent you a picture of my bed partner.” 

Without hanging up the call, he opened his messages, beaming when he saw a photo of their dog laying next to his wife. 

“See! Nemo is with me. He’s wide awake now. He must have heard your voice on the phone. He misses his daddy.” Brigitte confessed as she nuzzled their dog’s head. “And so do I.” 

Emmanuel had been missing his little family too. He couldn’t wait for this business trip to be over - if only to be back in bed with his wife, holding her as they slept. Their busy schedules made things difficult and time apart was unavoidable. Sometimes he couldn’t wait for his final term to be over.  

“I can’t believe I’m jealous of our dog right now,” Emmanuel admitted. 

“He snores just as loudly as you do, so it sounds like you’re beside me.” Brigitte chuckled and yawned again. “Thank goodness you’re not as hairy.” 

“I’ll let you sleep, chérie. I’ll call you in the morning.” Emmanuel promised. “I love you.” 

“Goodnight, I love you too,” Brigitte replied before ending the call and tossing her phone back on the charger. 

As Emmanuel got ready for bed, his private phone beeped. When he saw who the text was from, he immediately unlocked his phone, concerned that something horrible had happened to Brigitte in the middle of the night. 

Upon opening the message, his face broke out in the brightest smile. 

He read the text out loud: Nemo and I miss you. 

He quickly typed back: I’ll be home in 16 hours. I miss you too. Tell Nemo his daddy will see him soon. And I have a gift for him!  

His eyes lit up when he saw her typing. So, you’re counting down the hours, I see.

His brain moved faster than his thumbs. Always. Being away from you is torture sometimes. 

He waited for her response…. Nothing. 90 seconds had gone by and still no reply. He began to grow anxious until, suddenly, a photo appeared. 

He could barely type: Chérie! Are you naked under the sheet? 

She had angled the bed sheets and camera just enough to expose a generous amount of skin. 

Teasingly, she wrote back: maybe… maybe not. Dream of me tonight and tomorrow you’ll get your answer. 😉 

Hello Winter! ❤️

The little twist of the bed partner! Emmanuel jealous of Nemo is peak jealousy hahaha

Now that Brigitte is naked under the sheet, I hope Nemo is no longer there with her… 💀

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️

[annaisverige]

Day 117 december 12 thursday, 22:30

Do I missed two days again, I’m currently forcing myself to write these lines. Today was so great, I must tell you about this.

So this wednesday was kind of okay, as I remember it. I missed kultur, since the others had seminarie, so I only had english, history and photo. Stina was sick so I had to to photo alone, I didn’t even do anything since I didn’t have pictures to work with. The task was to edit them, but Stina never sent them to me unfortunately. Today was also okay, first we discussed the last part of Mornings in Jenin. I was grouped with Fiona, Jon and Ludwig. Ludwig was so smart, I loved his ideas, I feel so dumb compared to him sometimes. Also, to my surprise Fiona was interested about how people celebrate Christmas in Hungary, it is very unlike her to engage in any kind of conversation or do anything with me, so I felt very good about it. She’s still not my type of person, we certainly won’t be friends, but it’s nice that we managed to break the wall between us. The only one in the class who doesn’t say shit to me and ignores me on purpose is Thea R. She’s very bitchy, almost certainly on purpose. Nata says she’s jealous, which I didn’t even think about at first, but she might be right. Anyway, the best part about today was the fact that me and Nemo managed to quit the project with Fred and Alfred and we moved to Amanda’s and Philippa’s group. We were on the same level the whole time, we made so much progress, we sre almost ready. Our presentation will be about the death penalty in religions. It was so fun to resarch this, Nemo was also very engaged even though he doesn’t like any type of schoolwork. He also mentioned to me that he loved working with them. I feel the same way.

During lunch, me Iman, Rio and Hailey discussed sexuality. A couple of days ago I would not believe what I experienced today, since I always thought Rio and Hailey were so immature about this topic, since they’re both hypersecual and make rape jokes often. But it was such a mature conversation, I loved that we had it in public and felt no shame about it. I told them that it’s not common in Hungary to sleep around and that I think it’s a good thing, and to my surprise they agreed. They told me it’s crazy to sleep with someone you don’t know or trust, you don know what they’re gonna do or who you really are. I love that I found people with somehow similar values in a place where I least expected it. Iman is such a mature woman. She’s full of wisdom and she doesn’t even know t yet. Most of her values come from her religion, but she’s so wise beyond her years and has great opinions on relationships and sexuality. I love hearing her talk about islam and how she practises it. Her parents raised here extremely well, I hope I get to meet them one day.

Later today me Elsa, Nata and Tea went bowling. Before that, Nata, Elsa and me went to Kungsgrillen and had dinner. It was very good, I had falafel. I also met Islam and his friends, so that was very nice. The bowling was amazing too, I think I came third or something. Tea is another girl from the village I’ve never met before. She was absolutely amazing, so open and kind, a very cheerful person. It was so nice to be around her, I’ve never met a swede like her before, a huge surprise she is!

Today was my favourite day in a long time. I don’t wanna jinx it, but I feel like this is where it gets better, although I’m sure there will be ups and downs, but this is a great way to start!

Tomorrow we’ll have Lucia at school, I plan on going home afterwards if I won’t get to be with friends, but we’ll see

Song for today: Estraden - bra för dig

[ramblersaccount]

19

Winter break came around faster than I expected. It was now time for me to pack up the life I had created in my dorm and head back home for the holiday season. My brother-in-law, sister, niece, and my cousin’s husband had taken the trip to come get me. You know, even though I had the same amount of personal items when I got there, packing things away and getting them to fit in the car was physically ten times harder than the first time. I think I slept for most of the ride home, but I do remember waking up at some point and seeing a pro-Trump rally with Confederate flags and thinking, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming,” like I was Dory from Nemo. Other than that, the only thing I remember related to the trip was getting home and my room feeling sanitized in a way. The weirdest emptiest feeling to know that a place is yours but lacks anything you now consider “you.” I’m gonna be honest; from November straight till the end of April is a blur to me now, and that’s saying a lot because my birthday is in April. However, the months that followed are forever ingrained in my head.

On Sunday, the 9th of May 2021, I woke up extra early to make breakfast and buy flowers for our dining table. With the help of my sister, I set the table, put the flowers in a nice clear vase, and invited my mother to come downstairs and have breakfast. She didn’t eat all that much and said she wasn’t feeling well, so she went upstairs to take a nap. My mother has type 2 diabetes, so this wasn’t an abnormal experience. She had been sleeping for a while when I went upstairs to check on her. She had gotten up and was just sitting there. She said she had a weird feeling on the left side, and I noticed her face was a little droopy. I told her we should go to the hospital, but she refused, insisting that she just needed more sleep. One thing to be said about my mother: she’s incredibly stubborn. No matter how much you push her and try to convince her, she won't do anything she doesn't want to do. So, I enlisted my sister to try to convince her, and still, she refused to go. My mother didn’t like hospitals; she hated being continuously poked and prodded. About an hour or so passed, and then she started crying. A sort of soft, silent, sad cry, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She couldn't feel her left leg. That's when my sister and I put our feet down. We told my dad to start the car and helped her get in. I sat in the emergency waiting area with her for about 30 minutes. Then, once they brought her inside the actual emergency room, we sat there, her laying on the bed, and me sitting at the edge, talking to try and keep her mind off things. Again we waited.

5:01 pm: They keep referring to it as a stroke, but there's no confirmation yet. She just finished her CAT scan, and the nurse said we’ll have to wait a maximum of an hour for that.

5:22 pm: The doctors are asking her why she waited so long to come in; there was a 3-hour window they could've reversed the effects. I feel guilt creep up my throat.

5:26 pm: She can't move her left arm and leg, but the doctor says her shoulder and face are pretty strong.

5:38 pm: Confirmed: she had a stroke, and they're gonna transfer her to a different hospital.

5:47 pm: She’s worried about what she wants to do, like gardening, and not worried about her health.

9:50 pm: We’ve been in the emergency room of the second hospital for about 3 hours, nothing is happening.

9:56 pm: I give my mom some mints to hold on to in case her sugar drops, and they send me to the visitor's waiting room.

12:01 am Monday, May 10th, 2021: They give me a number to call to find out the room my mom will be in, and I leave the hospital to go home.

12:38 am: I get home.

The aftermath of my mother's stroke was challenging for us all. Daily visits, therapy, and her monoplegic state dominated our lives. Two years later, her left arm still bears the impact, her fingers constantly rolled into a fist. She attends therapy weekly, frustrated but resilient. This period took a toll on me too. A job became necessary, and with my mother's return, my responsibilities multiplied, affecting my grades. Yet, amidst the challenges, I found gratitude. I met the man who would become my boyfriend and discovered new life goals. The journey post-stroke was rocky, but witnessing my mother's strength and resilience was inspiring. Despite the hurdles, that year held moments of personal growth and new beginnings.

[harlowsbby]

angst or fluff

Can you do a angst to fluff where you surprise jack on a visit and he gets so busy and overwhelmed you try to make him have a spa day with you at the hotel but he snaps so you just go without him and treat yourself but when you get back away later he's freaking out cause he thought you went home because no one knew where you was but he makes up for it

P.s. love you're work honey keep it up 💕💕

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“He’s missed you so much Y/N I know he’s going to be so thrilled when he sees you again.” Ace pulled you into one last hug before grabbing your bags and suitcase and showing you where the car was.

Ace had you flown out to enjoy the rest of the tour with Jack and the rest of the crew, everyone noticed that Jack has been a bit on edge lately so they figured having you around will help him ease up.

“I can’t wait to see him I’ve missed him so much you have no idea.” The ride back to the hotel was silent but a good type of silence once you eventually arrived back Urban and Nemo came out to help get all of your belongings.

“Jack is in his hotel room you remember which one it is right?” Nemo asked and you nodded. “I remember but first I just have to do something. I’ll meet you all back in his room?” The guys went back to Jack’s suite while you went over to the front desk.

When Neelam had called you saying that Jack was getting overwhelmed and stressed out with everything you made it your mission to make sure he relaxes.

“Hi, how can we help you honey?” The lady at the front desk asked you. “Hi I was just wondering am I able to make a reservation for about two hours or so for a spa appointment?” Giving the lady a sweet smile she smiled and nodded before typing a few things into the compute and confirming your appointment.

“Okay I’ll see you back here in a few hours with just yourself honey?” “Oh no my boyfriend will be here as well.” “Okay everything is set.” You thanked her one last time before going up to Jack’s suite.

You stood outside his door for a few minutes hearing a bit of commotion from the other side of the door. “No you completely messed up the entire set list Neelam.” Jack yelled and huffed, he was pacing around the room trying his best to clam down.

“Jack it isn’t the end of the world all we have to do is redo it and send it back to the tech crew.” Jack was already in a mood the minute he woke up that morning and ever since then everything has seemed to go downhill.

You listened to him bicker with Neelam for a few more minutes until deciding enough was enough. “What’s going on in here?” “Y/N?!” Neelam jumped up and ran over towards you, even though everyone else seem really thrilled and beyond excited that you were here Jack wasn’t so thrilled himself.

“Great like I really wanted to deal with this today.” Jack mumbled under his breath but everyone in the room heard him clearly. You just stood there awkwardly, rubbing the side of your arm.

“Well that wasn’t rude at all.” Ace sarcastically said, “Well I think it’s best we leave the lovebirds alone, anybody wanna hit the buffet?” Urban asked and everyone quickly left the room not because they were hungry but because they didn’t want to be in the room with Jack anymore.

Jack sat on the bed just scrolling through his phone, you rolled your eyes and made your way over to him and took his phone out his hands.

“Hello, I missed you but by the way you’re acting I don’t think you really missed me.” Jack did miss you very much and he was glad you were here but he didn’t have time for distractions right now.

“I missed you baby but I’m really getting all overworked and overwhelmed is all.” You crawled onto the bed and went behind him, sitting behind him you wrapped your legs around his torso and messaged his shoulders making him groan.

“How does that feel?” You whispered into his ears. “It feels really good baby.” He groaned back and just as soon as he was about to relax he was getting another call from Neelam.

“It’s Neelam again.” He sighed and removed himself from your hold and went back to his computer, working on the set list again.

“Why don’t you take a little break Jack? I booked us in for a little two hour spa day in the hotel.”

“That sounds nice baby but I don’t have the time for that right now.” You scoffed and took his hand in yours trying to pull him up from the chair.

“Come on Jack, it’ll be fun and we’ll be together and maybe after we can do whatever you want.” His jaw began to clench. “Baby I told you not right now.” You weren’t one to take no for an answer.

“Come on you need a brea-.” Before you were able to finish your sentence you were being pushed back from Jack. “I just told you no Y/N, I have fucking things to do and get done I don’t have time to waste on playing spa date with you all afternoon, just fucking go alone and leave me alone!!” He yelled you watched how he took his phone and keys and walked out the door.

“Fine I’ll just go alone.” You shakily said and took your phone before leaving, if Jack wanted to be an asshole so be it but you weren’t about to let his mood swings mess up your day.

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“Where is she? I’ve been calling and texting her and I haven’t gotten anything.” Jack was stressed more stressed than he was earlier.

Jack regretted the minute he snapped at you his stomach turned when your face fell and your eyes started to prickle with tears, he had this fear that you ended up leaving and going back home.

“I called her and left about six messages but still didn’t get anything yet.” Urban texted you a few more times but everything just went through on delivered.

“Has she read anything you’ve sent, Ace?” Ace looked down at your messages but shook his head no. “Nope haven’t gotten anything back yet.”

If you actually went back home Jack was going to hate himself so much he shouldn’t have let his anger boil up like that and then for him to let it all out on you was totally wrong and uncalled for.

“Maybe she just went shopping or something.”

“She said she booked a spa day for us but she would’ve told me when she was done, at least I hope she would’ve.”

Jack kept checking his phone for any missed texts or calls from you but he got more and more worried each other he got nothing. He really was praying you didn’t end up going home, he knows he’s been all snooty the past few days and snapping at you wasn’t okay at all.

“Well do you know why she left? You said you saw her leave before you left.” Nemo looked Jack up and down he had a feeling as to why you left.

“Did you yell at her?” Nemo asked, when Jack looked down at the floor and just rubbed his hands in a nervous manner he knew he had his answer.

“We need to call the police.” He panicked, “Call the police? What happened.” He looked up seeing you coming in through the door, you couldn’t even put down your shopping bags because he was practically tackling you down to the ground along with your bags.

“Jack! What are you doing, get off of me you’re so heavy.” Trying your best to push him off of you but he wasn’t budging, he pulled back and just kissed you all over your face.

“Jack stop it.” Giggling as you tried to bodge his kisses but he eventually stopped. He got up and took your hand helping you up as well.

“I’m so sorry baby for everything I said earlier it wasn’t right of me and I hope you can forgive me please.” He begged. “I forgive you Jack.”

He smiled and grabbed ahold of your hips and pulled you into him. He looked deep into your eyes before leaning in slowly and brushed his soft lips against your lips, the kiss started off soft and gentle but it quickly filled with passion and before you knew it you weee groaning and moaning softly.

“Uh I think it’s best we go or something.” Ace said, Urban and Nemo nodded in agreement but as for Neelam she was trying her best not to cry.

“I’m just so happy for them.” She cried but was dragged out of the room by Nemo, needlessly to say Jack made sure to make up the way he acted in many ways and many rounds that night.

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[fiindngncmo]

Yet again, Nemo rolled his eyes at Darla. Like he said, she was trying to make him jealous when she said that her crush might be her new fishy, the redhead most likely wanting to see if she could get some kind of reaction out of him by doing so. But it didn’t phase him one bit, the latter instead staring at his friend with a bemused look on his face—yes he was even smirking—as she tried to sound scandalized by him not being bothered by any of this. “You won’t replace me.” Nemo claimed, sounding a bit cocky about it. “We’ve known each other since we were practically toddlers—we even went through a time when you had an actual crush on me.” He added, their long history making it impossible for him to ever think that Darla would replace him for someone else. And even if she did go off and call Finn her fishy, Nemo wasn’t the type of guy to be possessive about such a thing. Rationally, she could have more than one fishy if she wanted to. There was that saying of ‘there’s so many fish in the sea’ after all. “I know I’m your fishy no matter what, Darla. And I like being your fishy.” There, he admitted to it. “But if you feel so strongly for someone else to want and call them that too, I’m not going to stop you. You can have more than one fishy.”

Darla cackled at Nemo’s reaction to realizing that any form of physical affection from her could go too far. She never meant to hurt him: she just had a problem with pressure control, but she was working on it and she knew he knew it too. Nemo seemed only half-serious about actually wanting her to stop; he didn’t flinch away when she moved as if to squish him, but she stopped herself anyway. She would give him a break, even if she wasn’t sure switching all those attentions to Finn was the right move either. For all she knew, biting him was the thing holding him back from wanting to be with her. She snorted at Nemo’s suggestion that the other guy would actually enjoy her love bites. “Sure he will,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief of her own words, but still halfheartedly trying to make Nemo jealous—until he called her out on it. How did he know her too well? Probably the years of friendship, but anyway…“So you want to be replaced?“ Darla cried, doing her best to sound scandalized. “Don’t even want to fight for the title?”

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 5 ~ Celebration

It’s your anniversary 4 years and you decided to celebrate it by going to the aquarium you have always wanted to go to. Going off on Jon Hamm’s age which is 52. Reader is 34.

“Come on Y/N we are going to be late.” You hear Beau yell from downstairs. “Keeps you pants on old man I am almost done.” You teasingly yelled back. “You weren’t saying that last night, now were you Hun.” He teased back and all you could do is smirk at the memories of last night, you really could not get enough of each other as he was promoted to Admiral yesterday. “Okay you got me there.” You started walking down the stairs with a smile. “You know I just love teasing you. I love being with you. Even if you are old.” You cackled at the look on his face. “I love being with you too baby girl.” The handsome man replied with a smirk.

“You know if we weren’t so late already I would have taken you over my knee right here on this couch.” He grinned and you gasped. “Damn I was looking so forward to that.” You giggled and he just shake his head. “Maybe if we get back you can have me anyway you like.” He pulled you into a breath taking kiss and smirked when you quietly moaned into his mouth before pulling away.

“Okay now that all the kinky shit is out of the way. Let’s go I really wanna see the penguin show, Bradley was there the other day with Natasha and little Nick and they loved the show. They said we can even pet the dolphins after their show so we are definitely doing that.” You giggled racing towards the front door causing Cyclone to laugh at your eagerness and at the look on your face is just doing wonders for what he has planned. “Even Hangman enjoyed it.” You continued grabbing Beau’s keys running towards the car jumping in while he loaded the picnic basket into the back of his boot.

“Is that so.” He questions with a loving look on his face. “Yeah I believe Jake said he got to pet the dolphins and they got him all wet.” He listened to you talk starting the car and reversing out of the garage. “Now wouldn’t that be super fun oh I love you for having this idea for our anniversary.” You smiled at the man you love. “Well I had a little bit of help from you father.” He retorted. “He knows you are a fan of the aquarium and with the last couple of months that has been stressful and rough I decided we need to have a bit of a break.” You grinned as he kissed you quickly at the red light.

“Oh wow. Look at all the colourful fish.” You looked amazed at the scene before you and Beau chuckled. “Hey look there is Dory, Marlin and Nemo.” You squealed like an excited kid on their first field trip pointing, at the smaller tank. “Ahh they are so cute.” You giggled and Beau pulled you into a side hug. “They are cute Y/N, but not as cute as you.” He flirted and you blushed. “Well mister Simpson keep talking like that and I might combust right this instant.” You smiled shyly up at him and he grinned.

“Let’s go a bit forward I think the tunnel is in front of us.” He pointed to the front and he pulled you along with him. Stopping as you reach the mouth of the tunnel and all you can do was gasp at the view in front of you. Looking around you are met with coral and stingrays on the one side and different types of fish on the other. You turned to look at Beau to say you love him again but you cut yourself off as he drops to one knee.  

“Y/N/N I’m so grateful for every second we have spent together and will spend together in the future. I’m grateful that we met. I’m grateful that somehow in this crazy universe with infinite possibilities, destiny paved the way so we could see each other at the right time, at the right place, in the right moment. Even if that that place was the Hard Deck with your dad kicking my ass at pool.” He smiled down as you chuckled at the memory with tears starting to form. “So many things could have happened to keep us from existing together. Yet we met and started something so beautifully wonderful. I’m grateful for us and I never want to let you go.”

“I know it sounds cliche but I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Even when your dad threaten to shoot down my plane when he found out about our first date.” Again you could only giggle. “Not the love that people talk about. But an unexplained attraction, a feeling of home, an urge that I need to talk to you at the end of each day and to make you mine forever. All I know is what we’ve shared since the moment we met is special and meant to be preserved. Your presence alone has made my life so beautiful. If there’s happiness and laughter in my life, I owe it all to you.” He looked up at you with tears forming in his eyes.

“I only want two things in this world right now. I want you and I want us. Will you be mine? Please do me the honour and let me call you my wife.” He concluded and you started nodding as he pulled the ring out of the box. “Yes, yes of course I will marry you. I love you so, so much I also can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” You cried pulling him up and quickly pulled him into a hug hearing cheers around you. Pulling away from Cyclone you are met with you dad and Penny and the rest of the dagger squad and their families.

You smiled at the people around you as they clapped hands as Beau pulled you in for a quick kiss. “Congratulations man.” Warlock pulled Beau into a quick hug patting him on the back before turning to you and congratulating you as well. “Congrats baby, you are going to be the most beautiful bride.” Your father smiled turning towards Cyclone. “Just because you are an Admiral now doesn’t mean I won’t still shoot you down if you hurt my little girl.” Pete threatened and you just groaned. “Seriously dad.” “Seriously Pete.” Penny looked at her husband and just shake her head before pulling you and Cyclone into a hug.

“Congratulations you guys, I have no doubt that this will be a wonderful marriage filled with so much love.” Penny said with a smile. “Thanks Pen, I love you.” “Love you too sweetie.” She pulled Mav away scolding the man and he just apologised with a small smile. As the rest of the squad congratulated you guys and they gushed about your beautiful ring.

For the rest of the day you spend it having fun with your fiancé and the rest of your friends and family. Thankfully you made it just in time for the penguin show along with the dolphin show. Now that was a fun experience. You have never felt so loved before than that day. You would not exchange it for anything in the world. After the trip Penny and your dad invited you guys and the group of friends and family for a barbeque where you guys had just as much fun.

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Used this link for the proposal scene lines/speech