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s6 episode 3 "triangle" thoughts

okay. i have been told that this one is good. and i recognize the title of this episode from a piece of art i saw once where scully had a dress on. which made me need to catch my breath.

so. i am excited!!

let us read the episode description... hmm. i was one of those kids who was really worried about the bermuda triangle when i was little, so this might be healing for me. or make things worse.

mulder… don’t piss me off again! i still haven't forgiven you for that comment!!

ehehehehheeee, i’m excited!!!

post-episode thoughts: i am typing this after just having finished the episode, and i am feeling secret emotions i did not know existed an hour or so ago. wow. the nature of reality is that it can be SO profound. and i don’t even fully know what did or didn’t happen, which i believe was cultivated intentionally, but the friendships we made along the way were so real.

mulder, i will figure out what your deal is. scully, i will hold and cherish you forever.

we open on some waaaater. it seems a shipwreck has taken place!! NO, IS THAT DEAD MULDER? COME ON NOW, I DON’T WANT THAT. 

okay. intro time. so maybe he isn’t dead. maybe he was napping. underwater. 

SHORTENED INTRO AND NEW WORDS!!!!! “die wahrheit ist irgendwo da draußen” okaaaaay! i don’t speak german 💜 but i have a guess as to what that means

(and upon googling it, i was correct... yay! also, someone please appreciate my effort in going to wikipedia and copying and pasting the ß character just so i wouldn't get cancelled by the german speakers of the internet)

they’re pulling him out of the water!!!! and “they” sound like they are from across the pond!! but they are also speaking german, so who knows. whoever “they” are, they sure don’t recognize him.

they’re gonna throw him back overboard!!! but they find his ID and no one has ever heard of the FBI. he is baffled by this. how do you not know about the FBI? well, buddy, from the uniforms these fellows are wearing, i have some theories

the sailors take him to the captain and they’re beating him up!!! no one is bothering to introduce themselves. rude af??

ohhhh, he’s on the queen anne, which is the boat he came looking for!! so now he knows what is afoot. time warp. yeah.

LMAOOOOO he recites the EXACT location of the ship. okay. listen, i haven’t FORGIVEN him, but that is endearing. aww. i love when he nerds out.

ohhh noooo, they tell him it’s 1939 and hitler has just invaded poland and also this boat!! mulder thinks that the members of this ship have popped on over to 1998, but the opposite has happened!!! how is he gonna get out of this one?!

“it’s okay! the war’s over! let ‘em take you to germany, they make nice cars!” <- LMAOOOOO HE IS SO CONVINCED 

absolutely wild thing to say to someone who thinks that the nazis are afoot...

that is a grown man giggling and laughing because his time warp theory came true <3

he goes over to the radio and tries to call for help... and i am again impressed that he knows what he is doing on an old timey radio, but maybe that is a required FBI skill…. but the radio actually says that it *is* september 3rd, 1939, and there is war with germany!!!!

“oh, sh-" oh nooooo…. he has miscalculated……!!!

a german approaches!! it’s so hard to see because everything is SO DARK!! which is a pattern i am noticing after 3 episodes of this season!!! but mulder is hiding!!! and then he sneaks out and beats tf out of the german guy!!!

IT’S SPENDER?????

what. 

is he tripping…..?

you know, logistics of if this is actually happening in canon or merely mulder's head aside, more fight scenes should take place to andrews sisters songs

so mulder steals spender’s german uniform and puts it on, but he cannot respond to the people yelling at him in german!!!! does he have the advantage from studying this particular ship for years?? LMAO yeah, he hid around the corner! don't let anyone tell you that studying the layouts of boats that disappeared decades ago is useless knowledge!

woaaaah, there’s a fancy dance going on somewhere else!!! mulder enters the dance floor in his uniform!!!! and tries to flirt with the singer...

HE FINDS SCULLY!!!! BUT SHE THINKS HE’S A NAZI!!!!!! she has no idea who tf he is even though he is trying to explain. oh my GOD, she says she’s gonna punch him!!!!

oh. i’m blushing… scully in a dress with her hair like that….

the nazis burst in with guns and SHE HAD TO TRANSLATE FOR HIM…… because she knows a little german….

who is this man that she is dancing with?

“yeah, you’re all big men now, but wait until you get to russia! hope you fellas like the cold!” he yells out as they drag him away, and yet again i ask: LMAOOOO, WHAT IS GOING ON?

they’re dragging him to the deck! and the captain is saying he refuses to give up the ship!!! and the germans shoot him!!!

OH SHIT!!! IT’S CSM THAT TOLD HIM TO PULL THE TRIGGER??

i don’t know enough about german to know if he’s delivering those lines authentically, but it sounds convincing to me

someone finds his ID… SKINNER???? WHAT IS GOING ONNNN??

so they probably do not want to kill him if he is a proven american, which hopefully means he can get through the rest of the day until mercury comes out of retrograde or whatever 

oooo, present day!!! scully at a desk!! seems weird. i guess you have to be careful what you wish for.

BUT NOT AS WEIRD AS THE LONE GUNMEN ARRIVING AT HER PLACE OF WORK??? they say that mulder is in big trouble!!!

“the walls have ears” “i have ears, will you tell me what’s going on?” <- lmao, she’s such a smartass 

they try and explain what is going on, and she knows the queen anne right away!!! and is handling this news that it showed up this morning pretty well, all things considered.

“that’s impossible” “satellite doesn’t lie” “there’s nothing ON HERE!” <- BAHAHA, maybe i spoke too soon about her handling this news well

so the lone gunmen told him they found the queen anne, he chartered a boat, and has since gone missing!!!

love that they probably had been watching satellite on the bermuda triangle for years now to have noticed a sudden appearance. and love that mulder seemed to have a plan for what to do when that day finally arrived. truly, the lone gunmen and him match each other's freak.

they tell scully she needs to get information from the pentagon, and she heads off to go get it!!!

oh boy, kersh is gonna have a field day with this.

they’re filming this as one big walking shot, which is a cool effect 

BAHAHA, SHE WALTZES RIGHT INTO SKINNER’S OFFICE!! SHE IS NOT WAITING, and he is fully on the phone, but she does not give a FUCK, and that is my QUEEN!!!!

omg is she going to get in trouble for coming to see him… i’m nervous!!!

skinner hangs up and starts listening RIGHT AWAY!! oh yes!!!! 

OHHHH…. he doesn’t want to talk to her or hear whatever she has to say!!! 

his assistant sadly says “she walked right past me” LMAOOOO

OH SHIT, THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!! “you’re out of line, agent scully” “no, sir, you’re out of line” <- YEAH, SHE IS GONNA CALL HIM SIR WHILE YELLING AT HIM!!! THAT IS MY GIRL!!

“i’m sorry, but i’m coming to you for help, and i’ve got nowhere else to go. i would hope that after everything that we have been through that you’d at least have the courtesy and the decency, and not to mention the respect, to listen to what i have to say” <- OHHHH YOU TELL HIM 🔥 THAT IS FIVE FEET OF RAGE!!

he starts whining about losing his job and his pension and she ROLLS HER FUCKING EYES LMAOOOO she has had ENOUGH!!!

can she call in a favor on her father’s memory to the navy people??

she goes to open the door but he SLAMS IT SHUT OMFG????? 

(this moment was CRAAAAZY)

“use your head, scully. it’ll save your ass” “save your own ass, sir. you’ll save your head along with it”

oh my GOD, she would say “save your own ass, SIR”, that is just so her. oh, she is in her detective era, and she is not going to play nice!!!!!

skinner… i want to know what you are thinking… maybe he thinks she can call in a favor in her father’s memory like i thought…

(more post-episode thoughts: i also think that it is really interesting that she trusts the lone gunmen enough that she hears what they have to say and then IMMEDIATELY goes straight to skinner because she knows they wouldn't lie to her. even if their story sounds ridiculous, there has to be some element of truth to it, because it's Them, and they have helped the agents for so long, and they wouldn't joke about mulder being in trouble. and it's also very interesting how she drops absolutely everything and barely formulates a plan as to what to do next, because scully is usually the queen of plans and knowing what to do, and so rarely do we get to see her being impulsive... i just think it's neat)

they’re still filming this as one continuous action shot, which is so cool, and also was probably a major pain to accomplish. 

OHHH, she’s nervous!! scully is smacking the paper with the info she needs to know around in the elevator, and she hits someone who says “ouch!” and she mumbles “sorry” OHHHH, SCULLY…. my heart... she needs to save the day and she has no time for this, but she still feels bad for smacking that lady!!! ohhh my god, i just wanna put her in a nice blanket and give her a movie to watch. stop stressing her out.

she shoves through this other secretary to get to KERSH!! she must be really desperate to come to him!!! is this a trap??

FUCK!!! CSM WAS IN THERE!!!! AND HE HEARD HER SAY THAT SHE NEEDED INFORMATION OF MAXIMUM IMPORTANCE!!

nooo, she’s regretting coming in unannounced 💔💔💔 poor queen is nervously playing with her hair and then pacing the halls….. and she left the information she needed with kersh!!! so now he knows what it is she wants!!! this cannot be good!!!

she’s mumbling “what am i thinking? what am i thinking?” and calling someone on her cell!!!

but of course mulder does not pick up due to being on a different realm!!

(funny that she was in such a panic mode that she literally did not think to call him until this very moment LMAOOOO)

HOLY FUCK!!!! MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR??? SHE GOES TO SPENDER?? “i want you to do me a favor. it’s not negotiable. either you do it, or i kill you. you understand?” <- HOLY HELL???

oh, i’m blushing and giggling and also aware that this will probably have negative career consequences for her since she just threatened CSM's most special baby boy, but i cannot pick my jaw off of the floor…..

“you okay, agent scully?” “no, i’m not. i’m a gun ready to go off, so don’t test me, spender, don’t even THINK about trying to weasel me”

ohhhh my GOD. she says she will “hunt him down” if he doesn’t come back right away with what she needs, and she doesn’t care what or who he has to do to get the answer. and then realizing how insane this sounds, she mumbles “oh god” to herself quietly.

well, the good news is, this is so uncharacteristic for her that if it’s her word against spender’s, they might be pretty evenly matched. i mean, maybe he has the promotion, but she has the longer record of service, and while she may have been demoted to domestic terrorism, she is known as the scientist and rationalist, soooo…

(i cannot quite figure out what relationship spender has to her. he sounded legitimately concerned and did not question her at all. is his personal fury more directed at mulder? i mean, there was that horrible moment where he implied that mulder was using her that was all thick and weird and tense, and he probably still has residual anger from her talking to his mother, but he doesn't seem as mad at her as he is at mulder, because if mulder came in there and did that he would have simply pulled out his gun)

very sad to see that the basement office is now filled with spender's things. i noticed he has some medal on the wall. but cannot tell what it comes from. it's far too organized!

spender leaves, and the basement office phone rings!!! and she picks it up!!! IT’S CSM??? he thinks she is diana so she LOWERS HER VOICE A LITTLE TO PRETEND TO BE HER… and he wants to know about the paper scully handed kersh!!!

LMAOOOO, HE GETS SUSPICIOUS AND SHE HANGS UP 

NOOO, SPENDER SNITCHED TO KERSH??? she calls him a rat bastard and SPRINTS OUT, LMAOOOO

i am at once amused and stressed tf out

she gets in the elevator and yells “STUPID” which i deeply relate to. some people are not great at being impulsive. her cell phone rings and she picks it up and it’s... maybe mulder???? but he is very garbled!!!

NOOOO, SHE WALKS ONTO THE FLOOR WHERE CSM AND KERSH ARE 💔💔 she goes right back into the elevator as they point at her LMAO

she is still yelling into her phone and she runs into SKINNER!!!!! it was actually HIM that was on the phone, not mulder!!

and he has the info she needs and she KISSES HIM???? ON THE LIPS??? what the hell, oh my god. 

i’m literally gasping for air, oh my god. what the hell am i watching? GOD. imagine being skinner right now. wait hold, on i’m genuinely fucking crying. tears of laughter, mind you. he must have been SO thrown off. imagine your best and most loyal agent who nearly died a horrible death is back from the grave, but now you can’t talk to her because she's trying to expose the evil government, but you did talk to her anyway to save her bestie’s ass, and she smooches you. and you’re trapped in the elevator and you might lose your job.

god. i’m fucking losing it. the way her eyes were open as she kissed him.

BUT SKINNER IS AN IMPROV LEGEND!! because he gets off on the floor where CSM and spender were, and he LOUDLY yells at her that if she EVER asks him to break protocol he will have her OUT OF THE FBI RIGHT AWAY!!!

SKINNER!! MY KING!!!!!!!!!!!

god. i still need to do that best skinner moments from s5 post.

AND SHE’S GETTING PICKED UP BY THE LONE GUNMEN IN THEIR WAGON, LMAOOOO

spender is sprinting behind them, but alas! he cannot outrun a wagon.

mulder, meanwhile, is explaining world war two to the guys who are currently in it, and hating on the spice girls. rude. spice up your life. 

OHHH, someone who will build the atom bomb is on the boat… and mulder puts that together and explains it to someone who turns out to be a german spy!! wait, was scully dancing with EINSTEIN?? or oppenheimer or someone? clearly i was too invested with her hair and dress and how she was threatening to punch mulder to pay too much attention

(there was no oppenheimer nor einstein and i feel vindicated)

there’s a big fight as mulder declares they ought to turn the ship around and go back the way they came so they can return to the present and avoid germany winning the war!!!!!

it’s so dark, it’s hard to tell what is going on as they run about the ship. ohhhh they bring mulder back to the dance hall…. CSM wants him to identify who can make the bomb….. and if he doesn’t answer the question, they will kill passengers!!! NOOOO, they did kill someone!!!!!

OH SHIT, SCULLY STEPS FORWARD, SAYING THAT SPENDER IS KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE OVER NOTHING BECAUSE MULDER DOESN’T KNOW…. but he has HER at gunpoint now!!!

NOOOOO, THE GUY THEY KILLED WAS THE SCIENTIST…. where does this leave them… does past scully have to invent the atom bomb…?

meanwhile, the lone gunmen and scully are off in the bermuda triangle, and the queen anne is right there!!!! so can they get on there and save the day?? what is the proper course of action here?!

back inside the ship in the year of our lord 1939, mulder is yelling nursery rhymes at the nazis, and scully claims to be the scientist who can end the war. but some other guy says that HE is the scientist and she was sent here to protect him, so they take THAT guy away.

1939 scully curses at CSM in german, and then they are going to EXECUTE THEM??? but the engine shuts down!!! it’s brawl time!!!

modern scully and the lone gunmen are breaking into the ship trying to find mulder!! while a jazzy soundtrack plays!! and mulder and past scully are trying to save the ship!!

he’s leading past scully… but they get caught…. BY GERMAN SKINNER?? WHO SAYS “god bless america, get your asses out of here” <- YAAAAAS DAT IST MEIN UNCLE!!!!

past scully and present scully nearly collide!! while the ballroom brawl continues in the past!! 

past mulder has to convince past scully to get them to turn the ship around or else he’ll never be born!!!

i love that he explains it to her through the lens of einstein because he knows that she would have that as a frame of reference. because there is no scully, past or present or future, who wouldn't know about einstein. that's a very cute nod to her thesis.

AND THEN. LONG MAKEOUT SESSION. IN CASE WE NEVER MEET AGAIN????

my JAW. is once AGAIN. on the FLOOR.

(the darkness of this season is pissing me off. i wanted to see that in HIGH QUALITY!)

she PUNCHES HIM, he remarks that he was expecting a left jab, and then he JUMPS OFF THE SIDE OF THE BOAT??

past scully tosses a life preserver over!!!! and we’re back to the present!!!!

ohhh, mulder has flowers by his hospital bed, and the lone gunmen and skinner are all there… they must have fished him out!!

he’s trying to explain to her how she saved the world!!! and she just sarcastically agrees.

and the queen anne was just a ghost ship!!!!

(turns out a ghost ship means a ship with nobody on it, not a phantom of a boat. this is important to know because at first i was like "wtf, scully believes in ghosts now, but only for boats?")

skinner tells mulder that he better get well soon because is going to kick his ass (deserved) and then he and the gunmen leave. but scully stays behind.

“i would’ve never seen you again. but you believed me” (she leans in) “in your dreams” 

ohhh... it is sickeningly sweet as she tells him to go to sleep.

“hey, scully?” (he sits up) “yes?” (loooong silence) “i love you” “…oh, brother”

(as she leaves, he cradles the eye where past scully punched him in the face, smiling)

oh my god. i mean, it’s not like we really needed confirmation that he had feelings for her, but. like. that was it. he said the words. and then held his face where she punched him and remembered kissing her.

so, did the time warp really happen? who is to say? it’s fun to turn around both possibilities in your mind. the possibility that past scully really did believe him and was able to save the world AND the possibility that it would only happen in his dreams. 

there is so much to analyze here.

spender being a nazi… and skinner being a nazi… and CSM being a nazi… some of these make more sense than others. what are the implications... spender could speak both languages... is that an indication he is a double agent?

her saying “oh brother” to his love confession… oh my god, she must have thought he was sky high… i wonder how she felt hearing him say that? i wonder if she thought it was a joke, or if he really meant it, or it was the insane ramblings of someone very ill. i wonder if part of her felt crushed to hear those words, like that fragile thing that they have between them was being tampered with. or i wonder if she had always wanted to hear him say that and never let herself imagine it. either way, better to approach it from the angle of a sick man's mumbling. probably the only way to make sense of it. but i know she went home Wondering.

and what are they going to do about scully’s erratic behavior???? she normally conducts herself with such rationality! and today she barged in on two assistant directors, threatened to kill spender, and then ran off with the gunmen in a wagon! oh my god!!! i guess we won’t know!!! it looks like the next episode is a two parter, so i doubt that we will have time to examine the consequences from today.

but then again, rationality isn't ALWAYS her thing. gestures to all of the times she has nearly killed someone for getting between her and mulder before.

if you do consider the time warp to have actually happened, it’s very interesting that it shows scully has the capacity for belief. this whole episode was analyzing how scully responds to crisis- but that particular crisis being losing him for real. there have been close calls before, but this was unexpected and bizarre. usually she is very calm in crisis. but there are certain things in life you simply cannot prepare for. there’s FBI training on hostage situations and disease protocol, but nothing for “your partner travels back in time”

skinner…. my best friend…. he put it all on the line for them AND made an incredibly convincing performance in front of spender and CSM… the oscar goes to him

oh scully, i just. oh my god, man. i love her!!! her being impulsive because she had no choice!!! telling spender she would kill him!!! and then going in the hallway and mumbling “stupid, stupid”!!! apologizing for smacking that lady!!! kissing her boss on the mouth with her eyeballs open because she was so overcome with emotion!! that is MY disaster medical doctor special agent scully!!

and mulder thinking he was going to to die slash never be born at all so he KISSED her while he could…. and then back in the real world using his delirium as an excuse to say “i love you”, to hear how those words sound coming from his mouth… just to know what it felt like...

oh my god. i need to snuggle into a big cuddly blanket and scream a little.

so, now let us analyze mulder's recent behavior, stretching from the tail end of s5 to now. and you have to promise that you won't tell me if any particular theories i put forward are right or wrong! you can only comment on if you think my proposed theories are interesting. because i assume that YOU know why mulder is being weird (snapping at scully, agreeing to go undercover, fucking off to investigate a ship, and then confessing love despite his actions and words indicating disdain, etc) but i just do not.

i can put together from the comments left on my last posts and vague subtext in the show itself that there is SOMETHING afoot with mulder, which is why he is acting like a dick. but i cannot figure out WHAT it is. my guess is that maybe he is in some sort of danger so he’s trying to push scully away?? in an attempt to save her?? like when he went undercover, but maybe something even bigger and scarier??? but maybe he could use his vulnerability to confess how he really felt while he had the chance?? and then he will go back to being all moody?? because he thinks that he is in danger and doesn't have much time left? and maybe he thinks that if he acts all rude and terrible scully will be able to handle his demise?

the only other thing i can guess (and again: don’t tell me if i’m right or wrong!! i just want to voice my thoughts) is that maybe something is happening with his mom?? but if his mom was sick or dying or something, it still doesn’t make sense for him to take it out on scully. but then again, people take their rage out on each other in real life all the time, even if it doesn't make any sense.

maybe it’s something with his sister? i mean we saw his “sister” that CSM brought to him a while ago, but it was never addressed again… i mean, i don’t believe it was really her anyway, but maybe he thinks that diana can help him find her?? because she came back into town for some unfinished business or for family or something- what was it she said in the car with gibson? so maybe they’re plotting something together?? and he thinks (stupidly) that diana can help him with some secret thing he cannot tell scully about???

man. i don’t know. and i will have to just keep moving forward to find out. which means i will probably have to endure more bitchy mulder before i get answers. and then once i DO get answers, i will have to see if i judge them to be valid or not. 

but let us not look too far into the future. let us look to what we have been given, which is 1939 AU scully in a beautiful red backless dress, and noir detective canon scully, and sleepy, loopy, delirious lover boy mulder, and skinner who is the best boss around, and three guys in a wagon who will save their buddy from a time-traveling ship. and that is so beautiful. amen.

i realize i wrote all of that and never outright stated my feelings on the episode. while you probably picked up on it, but i did enjoy it! i was laughing and gasping and blushing and giggling. it was nice to have a change in pace. i thought the way it was shot was really interesting as well, with all of the perpetual motion. it had many of the things i consider integral to a good episode, which include, but are not limited to: skinner acting prickly and detached but then pulling through and saving the day, scully threatening to kill people and commanding a scene, mulder nerding tf out and reciting facts, fun costumes, MSR bait, and things you can turn around in your head over and over to make your own interpretations on! i'm not sure if it would make my top 15 episodes list just because it was SO zany and i'm having trouble wrapping my head around that, but definitely a contender.

i have a feeling my thoughts on this episode will grow and change with time, which is perfectly acceptable. i'll try to crack the symbolism of mulder's time warp visions in more detail moving forward, and i will probably find scully's panic somewhat out of character, if endearing. but you only get to watch something for the first time once. and so we share this moment together, you and i.

[suddencolds]

~

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

peace and love on planet earth save me.... peace and love on planet earth.... save me peace and love on planet earth....

[coffeecollections]

Hey dude, of course you can open up to me! I'm right here listening always. No way man, it doesn't make me view you as weak, that could never happen! Bro, I promise I will never look down upon you for telling me your struggles and in fact I want to be there for you so I can assist in helping you. Even if it just means you need to lean on me or I actually help you physically in this issue you're having. Buddy, you are never a burden to me and your friendship is the light of my life, nothing could change that.

Me? Oh no, I could never open up to you, I'd be a huge asshole if I did that! I could never burden you with my struggles, I'm fine though. Really!

[y-the-youthful]

In my brief departure from being a somewhat well-behaved individual, I ended up with a group of anarchists I sometimes cook for and now I hunger to destroy establishments.

[ragnars-tooth]

I should not have been taught so badly for 3 years that i genuinely have to google how to find job postings in my field. "Get a degree!! Get a degree!!" for why. To be laughed at by out of touch tutors and not taught anything? It's certainly not going to help me get a job because i CANT FIND THEM. "People will see you went here and that will give you credibility." Will it roderick. Because I now know not to trust a motherfucker who went here 💀

[talkorsomething]

genuinely tried to Be Asleep for like two hours this time and just couldn't. I think i'm cursed [unwell]

[intertexts]

guy standing emoji

[swampthingking]

just came out as trans to my sister HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIMGOINGTOBESICKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHASHETOOKITWELLBUTSTILLHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[reomikagekin]

HI IM BACK POOKIE 🫶

I’ve thought of this one for a while, but could you do a Lovesick!Stanley Snyder x reader? Where it takes place in their childhood, to adulthood, then to the moon mission. We all know Stanley is EXTREMELY PRETTY even when he was just a kid, I’ve put this on my little Dr.stone idea rant thingy, so I can just imagine him trying to look good and cool for precious y/n everyday 🤭

I just like the idea of the almighty Stanley Snyder, the most dangerous soldier, being a school girl in love. Like y/n could be talking about her favorite subject and his pov is practically like “Blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff” and he’s just like “uhuh😍”

Also off topic but tell me why I had to babysit a bunch of kids at my family’s party 😭🙏 it was fun but they were constantly yelling and screaming in impossibly high pitches that even Ariana Grande can do 💔🥀

WELCOME BACK POOKIEEE

ngl those kids might become ariana grande 2.0.. ANYWAY HERES THE FIC!!

Trajectory

Stanley Snyder was nine years old when he decided he loved you.

You were late to school that day. Hair a mess, one shoelace untied, swinging your backpack around like it was a lightsaber. You sat next to him — uninvited — and offered him a broken pencil with teeth marks on it.

“Hi,” you said brightly. “You look like you hate fun.”

Stanley blinked. “…I don’t.”

“You do. But that’s okay. I’ll fix it.”

He didn’t respond, just adjusted his collar and looked back at the blackboard.

You passed him a note.

"Do you think the moon’s lonely?"

He didn’t answer. He just kept that scrap of paper tucked in the back of his notebook for years.

By twelve, you were his best friend.

Though Stanley never called it that. He didn’t call things what they were unless he had to. Labels made things real, and real things could be broken. Still, he sat with you at lunch. He walked you halfway home. He let you talk, even when it was about stars and gravity and string theory you barely understood.

You once tried to teach him orbital mechanics using a sandwich and two juice boxes.

“This one’s the Earth. This one’s the Moon. The sandwich is us. No, wait—”

“You’re gonna waste your lunch.”

“It’s worth it,” you grinned. “I like when you pay attention.”

He pretended not to blush.

He always pretended.

By sixteen, he was everything you weren’t.

Military-focused. Hyper-disciplined. Stoic. Already looking at sky missions while you were still tangled in lab work and dreams too big for paper.

Still, you made time for each other.

You'd show up to his house after physics club, spouting facts and cold pizza. He’d open the door like he hadn’t been waiting there all day.

“You always talk like you're running out of time,” he said one night, lying side-by-side on his roof.

You blinked at the sky. “Maybe I am.”

Stanley didn’t reply.

Just turned his head slightly, watching you with that expression he’d never let anyone else see.

Soft. Guard lowered.

“I like hearing it anyway,” he said.

He stopped calling when he enlisted.

You didn’t blame him. It made sense. You were on two different tracks — him with fire in his hands and silence in his voice, and you with ink stains and cracked formulas and your name buried in research documents no one read.

Still, it stung.

You saw his name once in an international report. Something vague. Something redacted. You stared at the screen too long and whispered his name aloud, like that would summon him.

“Stanley Snyder,” you murmured. He didn’t appear.

You thought maybe he’d just disappeared for good.

Then came the Petrification.

Then came the silence.

Then… a miracle.

When the world woke up, Stanley did too — older, sharper, heavier in the eyes.

You were already at the new lab base by then, covered in moon dust and caffeine. He entered the room with a rifle slung across his back, eyes alert, posture tight.

You stood frozen.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just stared like he didn’t quite believe you were real. Like he’d been expecting you to vanish if he blinked.

“Hi, Stan,” you said.

His mouth twitched. “You look the same.”

“You look awful.”

“I know.”

And still, he stayed in the doorway, eyes flickering from your face to your hands to the barely-hidden tremble in your shoulders.

“Still talk too much?” he asked.

You nodded.

He stepped forward.

“…Good.”

You were chosen for the moon mission. Stanley was your escort.

“Of course he’s going,” someone had muttered. “He’d follow them anywhere.”

Stanley didn’t deny it.

You worked side by side again, like no time had passed — like you were still sixteen and pretending roof tiles were constellations. Only now you were older, more tired, more careful. You stole glances across control panels. He hovered when you were testing unfamiliar tools. You told him you were fine. He never believed you.

He always walked one step behind. Never in front. Never beside. Like he was built to guard but not to belong.

You hated that.

“Stan,” you said during a flight simulation. “Do you ever stop being so serious?”

He didn’t even blink. “We’re preparing to launch into space.”

“I know. But like. Do you ever… laugh?”

He tilted his head. “Do you want me to?”

You faltered. “I—”

“Then I’ll try.”

You looked away quickly.

He didn’t push. Just stayed by your side, like always.

The night before launch, you couldn’t sleep.

You wandered outside the shuttle hangar, arms wrapped around yourself, mind buzzing too loud. You weren’t scared of dying — not really — but of leaving nothing behind. Of saying too little. Of leaving things unsaid.

Footsteps.

“Should’ve known you’d be out here,” Stanley murmured behind you.

You smiled without turning. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“I don’t sleep much.”

“Of course you don’t.”

He came to stand beside you. The lights from the hangar flickered faintly across his face. He looked softer than usual. Tired, maybe. But clear-eyed.

“I ever tell you I read all your papers?” he asked.

You glanced at him. “What?”

“Back then. After high school. Even when I couldn’t call. I found them. Every single one.”

Your heart caught. “Stanley—”

“You wrote about the stars like they were people,” he said simply. “You made it sound like they wanted to be found.”

You stared at him.

“…You remember that?”

“I remember everything you said,” he said. Then added, more quietly: “I was nine when I knew.”

You blinked. “Knew what?”

“That I loved you.”

He said it without drama. No flourish. Like it had just been a fact he’d filed away for later.

You didn’t know what to say.

Stanley looked down. “You don’t have to say anything. I know I’m… not easy. I know I left. And I know this isn’t the right time.”

“It’s not that,” you said, breath catching. “It’s not—Stan. I loved you too.”

He froze.

You reached for his hand, your fingers brushing against callused skin.

“And I still do,” you whispered. “Even when you were a rigid little nerd with gelled hair.”

He groaned quietly. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything.”

He looked at you — really looked — and his eyes were wide for once, not guarded, not armored.

“…Can I kiss you?” he asked hoarsely.

“Maybe after we survive the moon.”

He laughed. Actually laughed. Low and rough and real.

And for the first time in years, Stanley Snyder looked like he believed in something again.

On the moon, he is silence.

Precise, efficient, composed. But you know the truth. You see the small ways he shows his worry — the way he checks your oxygen levels before his own. The way he hovers during sample extractions. The way he never takes his eyes off your back, as if something might tear you away from him at any moment.

“You don’t have to be a soldier all the time,” you say once, voice soft over comms.

He pauses. Then, after a beat: “You don’t have to pretend you're not terrified.”

You smile bitterly. “I’m not pretending.”

“…Me neither.”

Later, during a brief rest window, he catches you staring at Earth. Your gloved hand is pressed to the glass.

“Do you think the moon’s lonely?” you whisper.

Stanley doesn’t answer.

He just rests his helmet against yours.

And in the cold vacuum of space, you feel him breathe.

Post-Mission Scene:

The return to Earth is brutal in its silence.

The re-entry, the rush of gravity, the blinding lights, the grasping hands of ground crew — it all happens in a blur. You’re taken one way, he another. Questions. Medical checks. Protocol. It’s all protocol.

You don’t see Stanley for hours.

You're sitting in the debriefing tent when he appears in the doorway, still in his underlayer suit, dust clinging to his boots, helmet under one arm. His eyes scan the room like he’s hunting for something. When they land on you, everything else fades.

You’re on your feet before you can think.

And he’s already walking — fast, like something’s snapped in his restraint.

You meet in the middle.

Neither of you speaks. He just grabs you, one hand on your back, the other cupping your jaw like he’s afraid you’ll shatter if he presses too hard.

Your foreheads touch first.

It’s not cinematic. It’s not loud. It’s breathless.

Your noses bump. His skin is warm and rough, yours still trembling.

“I thought you—” you start, voice cracking.

He pulls you closer. “Don’t.”

“I thought something would go wrong. That I’d lose you. That—”

“Stop,” he breathes, forehead still against yours. “You’re here. I’m here. You’re here.”

Silence settles between you, full of all the things you never had time to say.

And then — finally — his lips find yours.

It’s not perfect. It’s desperate and overdue and a little shaky. But it’s real. It’s him. It’s you. The only constant in the chaos of space and silence and fear.

You stay like that for a long time, arms wound tight, forehead to forehead, breathing each other in like oxygen.

When you finally break apart, your hand lingers on his face.

“I told you,” you whisper, voice breaking into a smile. “You always talk like you're running out of time.”

He lets out a low breath. His eyes soften.

“Not anymore.”

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

I have finally started Nona the Ninth! Here’s the live react for act day 1, formatted weirdly because I wrote this with no service in my notes app and I refuse to take the time to reformat for tumblr.

* I already love whoever this birthday party is for. Anyone whose guest list starts with dogs is already amazing

* Noodle??? Has six??? Legs???

* Why is chapter 1 a Bible verse

* Okay, so M, A, and C are probably Mercymorn, Augustine, and Cytherea. But what the hell is this project? I’m seeing medical, environmental, something about freezing… am confused. But hey, it’s chapter one.

* Oh they’re freezing people. It’s the sci-fi classic!

* Okay so let me get this straight. Environmental crisis is happening, so they’re trying to freeze people to suspend them in the classic sci-fi way. Then the rich people that were funding them cut and run on their own getaway ships.

* “You always say that, Harrowhark”??? Wild, idk who I thought the “she” was in this but I didn’t think it was Harrow. Good to know she’s still alive, for some definition of alive

* FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE TOMB OPENS?!?!?! ERM

* wait didn’t harrow already open it tho?

* “The person who looked after her” is Camilla, as established at the end of HtN. I’m tracking, I’m tracking…

* Was she dreaming about the pool scene?

* WORM WITH PROBLEMS, Camilla I love you

* Pyrrha is her also!

* “I love you Palamedes, from Nona” 1) PALAMEDESSSS, 2) hi Nona it’s lovely to meet you and I love you already

* Nona can’t read, which is apparently fascinating. Insert Ghost Trick meme here.

(Ghost trick is great, everyone play ghost trick)

* This apartment is so obviously not anywhere we’ve seen in the setting so far. Ladies where ARE WE

* Nona’s casual I Love You’s are so sweet and also so incredibly different from the insane relationship dynamics that have been going on in every other book.

* Oh shit, Cam and Pal have figured out body sharing

* Okay so let’s see. We’ve got Pyrrha in G1deon’s body, Camilla and Palamedes in Camilla’s body, and Nona. I’m noticing a trend here. “Have you figured out who I am yet” combined with the name (Nona, like anonymous?) makes me wonder if Nona has accidentally bodysnatched someone

* Why are we counting ass jokes

* Let Nona keep the dogs!!!

* “She was not simply a person, but probably one of two people” I’m guessing either Harrow or Gideon, but she doesn’t really act like either of them???

* Okay so she has Harrow’s body and Gideon’s eyes, but doesn’t really seem like she’s either of them

* So Nona can’t read, but she can speak every language that’s spoken to her. I’m now starting to get why not being able to read is a bit odd

* She’s six months old and she’s so full of love and life, I can’t 🥺😭

* The child. Is named. Hot Sauce.

* Nona can’t lie? That sounds like A. L. from when the Lyctors were going off on John. Did she snatch Harrow’s body when Gideon/Harrow were dying???

* Witch burnings? In my sci-fi book?? It’s more likely than you think

* Okay, do the blue light in the sky is hunting necromancers, and Palamedes is doing a kind of reverse-Lyctor setup with Camilla

* Hdnsnsndbdbdkdnjfnfgk Camilla and Palamedes are very important to me I fear

* The hand kiss, I-

* Anyways

* Oh shit when they found Nona they lost “something important” in an attack. Please please please don’t be Gideon’s body

* Another Bible verse, except it seems sequential with the one from before in terms of content even if the numbers don’t line up in the chapter title. Puzzle Brain is activating on this one I fear

* Okay John keeps saying “you” when it seems like he’s talking about the Earth. “You were so sick” “You weren’t going to last the distance”. But he’s also talking to Harrow. There are dots, I need to dot the dots here

* The way I’m cross referencing the dramatis personae in HtN with the redacted names in NtN. C is Cassiopeia, not Cytherea!

* Oh we’re cutting off mid sentence now. Is this Nona’s dream, and she’s waking up abruptly? That would make some sense with the timeline of day one.

And that’s day one! So many questions and so few answers. I’m mad curious where this is going next!

Tag list: @pastelsandpining @sycadadrawsstuff @scoundrelwithboba @turtletotem @g1ngan1nja @dammit-tazmuir

[lunarriviera]

okay look i'm sorry okay I'M SORRY, i KNOW i've posted these stills like three times today already but can we just. can we just look at them one more time. i promise then i'll shut up. i promise. i swear it on a stack of rosmei priest vol 1s i promise I PROMISE—

first of all, luo yiguo. or pingüino or whatever tf we're calling him now. (yes it's ping diguo i'm being funny) listen everything about this cat is wrong. first of all he tiny, when we all know perfectly well that luo yiguo is about the size of a capybara, a well-fed healthy dude who drinks red wine and gives no fucks that lwz calls him "spherical" and is always threatening him with a nonexistent diet. also, while priest doesn't ever say what color yiguo is, in all the audio drama art he's an orange tabby, sometimes with white markings; whereas on the manhua page for luo wenzhou, and in a lot of fan art as well, he's a rare male calico. definitely not black.

(i love the last one the most. look how cute he is down in the corner, asleep but still smiling. he has a sweet life. all is well in his soul.)

do i care, though, that this luo yiguo is the wrong color and size, and worst of all, has been renamed for a frying pan? no, no i do not care. i am a simple girl at heart. i see a person feeding a cat, and i am content. i honestly need nothing else from a drama. just: person. cat.

2. okay that first one was fun but now it's getting serious. just look at what the homosexuals are doing to me. what an OUTRAGE.

because here's THIS motherfucker. suddenly unbearably domestic in his fuzzy grey SWEATER or LONG UNDERWEAR or whatever this incredibly soft-looking garment is, that i definitely do not want to mash my face into or anything. you would never GUESS he spends his entire work life as a irritable hotheaded ill-tempered police captain constantly barking commands at his subordinates with a CIGARETTE hanging out of his belligerent mouth. instead this guy looks like he runs a gay B&B in vermont and bakes his own fresh blueberry muffins every morning for the guests. i literally hate him.

(what if the whole appeal for lwz of a live-in boyfriend is that he gets to pretend he has perpetual house guests? and he must anticipate and fulfil their every need? i'm not saying he's codependent but actually that's exactly what i'm saying, please see my forthcoming fic on this curiously misunderstood topic)

3. anyway so yes, i do suffer. but not as much as i suffer from what's coming next. because what on god's abandoned earth is THIS:

i'm sorry, WHAT NOW. what in the WHAT NOW? i've been looking at this still for over 16 hours and i'm still beside myself about it.

just. look how soft he is. it's the softest we've seen him yet, in this entire drama. no longer president fei. look how unguarded, how undefended. glasses off, barefaced, hair slightly mussed. (like maybe someone just blew it dry for example. or tangled their fingers in it while [redacted].) standing here hesitantly at the BEDROOM door in in his BATHROBE. watching lwz feed his (his) (their) cat.

he's literally two seconds away from saying "...come back to bed?"—and he's in lwz's HOUSE. do you understand what i'm saying. fei du is finally HOME. in a strange way, considering how bad everything is going to be? everything also gets better from this point onwards.

[misc-obeyme]

Be good and wait for me.

Well. I said I'd write the Barb smut, so here it is. This is based entirely off this one line of his that he says when you put his shower still as your home screen. The sex does not happen in the shower because shower sex scares me lol.

Anyway, this came out way longer than I anticipated. I don't know if it's any good, but I always feel that way, so. I do feel that I am entering another smut phase... so be prepared for that, I guess?

GN!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: top!MC, bottom!Barb, fingering (Barb receiving), penetration (Barb receiving), use of the word cock for reader (so you can replace with strap if you feel so inclined), tailfucking (reader receiving), established relationship

When your room at the House of Lamentation was unceremoniously flooded by an unexpectedly upset demon (his name has been redacted for safety reasons), you found yourself accepting an offer from Barbatos to stay at the Demon Lord’s Castle while the repairs were completed.

It wasn't unusual for him to extend such an invitation, but you were flattered all the same. Being in a relationship with the Demon Prince's butler meant that you didn't get to spend every moment with him. But living in the castle, even temporarily, would afford you more opportunities.

You settled in right away, falling into an easy routine with him. Every evening, when he was done working for the day, Barbatos would change into more casual clothes and then make tea. You would arrive at his room at the same time every day to sit and talk with him.

It was one such quiet evening when you made your way to his bedroom. You opened the door without knocking as you always did, knowing that he would already be waiting for you with a freshly brewed pot of tea.

You found his room empty, but you could hear a sound from the bathroom. The door was ajar, light spilling out into the bedroom area. You couldn’t help your curiosity, wondering what he could be doing at this time when you were certain you knew his routine perfectly.

You pushed the door open a little more and the sound you were hearing resolved in your mind. It was running water and Barbatos was in the shower.

You could see him quite clearly - standing there with the shower head in his hand and the water running down his body. The lights were bright, making it easy for you to see everything. Behind him, the full moon added its silver light through the window.

He smiled upon seeing you, completely unbothered by your presence.

And really, you shouldn’t have been startled either - it wasn’t like this was the first time you’d seen him naked. But there was something about the way the light played across his skin, the way the droplets of water traced along the edges of his body, the way his hair curled slightly in the damp air…

“I will be with you in a moment, MC,” he said. “Be good and wait for me.”

He might as well have given you the human equivalent of lunatic pudding. His words, his calm smooth voice, the soft smile on his face - desire flooded through you.

All you could do was nod and turn away, making your way to his bed where you sat down on the edge and took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself. You weren’t here to get frisky - it was time for tea. Clearly Barbatos had lingered in the shower longer than he had intended, that was all. There was no way he had done it on purpose… right?

Be good and wait for me. You couldn't suppress your shiver.

Moments later, Barbatos came out of the bathroom and you felt another spike of need shoot through you. He had only a towel around his waist, tiny drops of water still falling from the ends of his hair.

He saw you sitting on his bed, your back straight, your hands in your lap, your eyes wide. He smiled at you and your heart began to race.

It was more than just seeing so much of his skin exposed. It was how he had begun to let you see these parts of himself - dressed casually and relaxing, first thing in the morning before he had even fully woken, the moments just after getting out of the shower - times when he had let his guard down with you.

And while you still had goosebumps from hearing him say those words to you, the love you could see in his expression was doing something else to you entirely. Your hands were gripped tightly together in an attempt to prevent yourself from squirming.

Barbatos approached you, standing before you and placing his fingertips on your cheek.

“Forgive me for making you wait,” he said.

You frowned up at him. “Why do I get the feeling you did it on purpose? It’s not like you to be off your routine.”

Barbatos laughed softly and let his fingers travel down your jaw to trace your lips. “You know me too well, it seems,” he said. “I’m afraid you’ve seen right through me. Will you continue to be good for me, MC?”

And that was when you knew that if you didn’t take charge, you’d end up getting teased for hours before finally losing your mind. You were too on edge for that, so you stood up abruptly.

Barbatos seemed to anticipate this and he easily moved around you to take your spot on the bed, smiling up at you with a look of amusement.

You huffed and folded your arms. “You’re such a tease,” you said.

Barbatos tilted his head just a little, the damp ends of the longer piece of his hair leaving little trails on his now mostly dry skin. “Am I?”

“Don’t think you can get away with that innocent act,” you said, moving yourself to stand between his knees. “I did what you asked and waited, but I’m not sure I want to continue being good if it means you’re going to tease me all night.”

Barbatos chuckled as his arms wrapped around you, his hands moving up beneath your shirt as he leaned his face into your stomach. “I see,” he said. “Then what is it you would like to do?”

You put your thumb on his chin and lifted his face. “I want you to be good for me.”

You didn’t wait for a response from him, instead leaning down to kiss him. It was bright and heavy at the same time, his lips soft and his tongue welcoming. You pressed your body against him and his knees tightened on either side of you. His hands were moving up and down your back almost languidly.

You could feel the stiffness of his erection beneath the flimsy towel that was still tucked around his waist. You deliberately pressed your leg into it and he moaned into your mouth. The hands on your back began to tug at your shirt.

You pulled back and looked down at him, his mouth open, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes out of focus.

“You’re being rather impatient, aren’t you?” you said, your voice a little breathless.

Barbatos nuzzled his face against you. “You’re the only one who could possibly make me impatient, MC. You know this.”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “I know,” you said and you did. In every moment, Barbatos was calm and composed and he could probably wait for eternity if he had to. But when it came to you, he allowed himself to be a little more needy, a little bit clingy. It was everything to you.

And you didn’t really feel the need to make him wait. But you did want to hear him say it.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it,” you said.

Barbatos looked up at you, his eyes sparking with a green fire unlike anything you’d seen from him so far. It was accompanied by a deep blush that spread across his face. There was something he wanted, but he seemed reluctant to say it out loud.

You waited, running your fingers across his cheeks and down the nape of his neck. His eyes fluttered closed as he enjoyed your touch.

Barbatos sighed against your skin. “I want to feel you inside me,” he said.

You nearly reeled with the impact these words had on you. The way his voice had sunk to nearly a whisper, half muffled as his mouth was still pressed against you, the blush that deepened and spread. It was unlike him to be so shy, normally he exuded confidence.

It was almost too much, but the fire in your belly was enough to fuel you. There was no way you wouldn’t give him exactly what he wanted.

You cupped his cheek, forced him to look up at you. “In that case, it’s your turn to be good and wait.”

Barbatos kept his eyes on you as you moved away from him. The expression on his face was just as it had been before - open and needy - but he sat still and waited as you had requested.

You took your time removing your own clothing piece by piece. You glanced at him occasionally, watching the way his eyes roamed across your skin. But he didn’t move, in fact, he barely blinked.

You made him wait longer as you folded each piece of clothing, creating a little pile on his bedside table. You let him continue waiting as you opened the drawer of the table to find the things you would need to fulfill his request.

When you finally returned to him, you put your hand on his cheek again. “See? You can be patient when it comes to me, too.”

Barbatos chuckled. “Only at your request.”

You pushed on his shoulders until he was lying back on the bed. You hooked your fingers into the towel and pulled it off of him with a flick of your wrist. His cock looked so pretty and swollen, but you held back from touching it.

Instead you slathered your fingers with lubricant, leaning down over him, and gently prodding at his entrance. To your satisfaction, Barbatos relaxed, allowing you to slip a finger in easily. He responded with a tiny gasp, barely audible, and you could tell he was trying to keep his usual composure.

You didn’t give him the space to regain his neutral expression. You moved your finger slow and hard, watching as he bit his lip. When you put in the second finger, he shivered. At the third, he reached up to grip your arms. You slowed down, making sure to stretch him out sufficiently, focused for a moment on your task.

“MC,” Barbatos moaned out your name.

“Hmm?” You pressed kisses to his thighs which were shuddering now.

“Please,” he said.

You loved to hear him beg, but you couldn’t hold back anymore. You pulled your fingers out of him and carefully replaced them with your cock. You loved the way Barbatos whined as you did so.

You leaned over him, resting your forearms on either side of him. You kissed him, slowly, gently, letting him adjust to having you inside of him.

Then you began to move, taking your time with him. You moved out at a crawling pace only to thrust back in much faster. The moan this produced filled you with fire.

You increased your speed, breathing heavily as Barbatos locked his legs around your waist, his fingers digging into your arms.

You noticed the second he shifted into demon form. The horns twitched and shuddered with every moan. The tips of his tail caressed your back, leaving slight trails of dampness as they went.

And then it was your turn to gasp as something cold slipped inside you.

“Ah,” you said, your hips stuttering but not stopping. “Barbatos-!”

Barbatos clutched at your back, his nails digging in. “F-forgive… me…”

He could barely talk, but the fact that he was trying to apologize for putting his tail in you was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard.

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. You leaned your head on his chest, pressing your face into his skin. You kissed his chest and said, “Don’t you… dare apologize…”

You were breathless, too, and it was getting worse as Barbatos put both tips of his tail into you. You cried out at the pleasure that ran through you as he began to thrust it in and out with the same rhythm that your hips were somehow still maintaining.

He was squirming beneath you now, his hands raking their way down your back over and over like he needed to hold onto something. You pushed up to look down at him, the way his eyes seemed to be completely out of focus until they locked on yours. And then it was all fire and need and want and -

“Please, please,” he mumbled, the words clearly falling from his lips unbidden. “MC, please-“

You reached between your bodies to stroke his cock. “Be good and come for me,” you said.

Barbatos’s normally subdued voice rang out so prettily when he came in your hand that you found yourself coming, too. Everything quickly became a sticky mess, but neither of you cared.

Barbatos kept his eyes locked on yours as he panted, desperately trying to catch his breath as he came down from his high. You maintained the eye contact as you felt yourself coming down, too. And suddenly you felt very heavy.

“You might as well take another shower at this point,” you said. You were still inside of him and his tail, though still, remained firmly inside of you.

Barbatos ran his fingers down your chest, letting himself feel your skin. “Perhaps you would like to join me?”

You kissed him sweetly, a gentle meeting of lips, lingering for a moment to cherish the taste of him.

Barbatos didn’t wait for your answer to his question. Instead he simply wrapped his arms around you and stood up, effectively carrying you to the bathroom. You laughed into his shoulder the whole way.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[scarscribblesstuff]

He's a Real Party Dog

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Baaabe, Asher, Milo, Sweetheart

Pairings: Baaabe/Asher (main focus), Milo/Sweetheart

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1trEMLCp3y301hHmzx2v4V?si=6DabGt36S8-YCMwwatDR9g

WOOF (ba dum tish) been having a day involving shitty flight panic. However I am running to publish this before flight mode turns on lol. A lil oneshot is had on the backburner but been working on the fairytale AU and have planned out most of the tales now and written a good chunk of the prologue! Thanks for all the lovely words and appreciation of my map (I was vry proud of the Dahlia Independently Counselled Kingdom lol)

Anyways! Enjoy.

Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work.

(Fic below cut)

Knock knock knock.

“Baaabe!” Asher sticks his head out the dining room doorway, decorations box in hand. “Can you get the door?”

“You’re closer! I'm nearly done changing.” They call back from the bedroom, smoothing down their shirt.

“But you're more socially adept! It's just the pizza guy.” He adjusts the bright blue and gold Congratulations! banner over the table.

“Baby come on.” They roll their eyes affectionately to their reflection. “It's good practice.”

Knock knock knock.

They turn to leave only to be met with a very furry face looking up at them with huge puppy eyes.

“Again Ash?” They half sigh, half snort giving him an affectionate pet to the head. “Come on then you big baby.”

They reach the door, looking down at their very fluffy partner. “My outfit okay?”

He gives a small yip nosing their hand as his tail wags rapidly. They press a quick kiss to his forehead before opening the door.

“Hi congratulations! So sorry I'm earl- what is that my god?!” The guest shrieks as soon as the door opens and they're face to face with a giant wolf.

“Oh! I uh- Janine. Hi.” Baaabe and wolf-Asher exchange a look. “It's our dog. I thought you were the pizza guy.”

“I never knew you had a dog!” She squeals, “What's its name?”

“Mr Spok.” They answer unthinkingly, “he gets excited when he hears his name.” They glance at a now very wiggly dog Asher.

“Aww he's so cute! Very big. Can I pet him?” She coos holding out a hand.

“Uh that's up to him.” They smile awkwardly as Asher gives them half a side eye, before nudging her hand and allowing her a few pets.

“Aren't you just the cutest Mr Spock!” Janine gushes, before straightening up and handing Baaabe the bottle of wine she'd been holding. “Here, big congrats on the promotion. And so glad you're finally celebrating something work related!”

“Ah yeah, blame my husband, he's always trying to get me to allow myself the break.” They laugh, standing still in the doorway, while Asher gives a proud huff.

“Can I come in? If I'm too early that's fine I don't want to intrude.”

Baaabe opens their mouth to ask for just five minutes before a couple of other guests appear behind Janine.

“Just come on in!” They say with forced joviality, ignoring the large paw nudging them insistently.

The swarm of people floods into the thankfully fully decorated apartment. All the guests fussing excitedly over… Mr Spock.

In fact, Baaabe noticed stifling a snicker, Asher actually turned out to be the centre of attention no matter how many times he tried to slip away. There was a small sliver of satisfaction as they collected the pizza, tipping generously considering how many there were for the gathering. 'Karma' they think smugly. Before they could close the door, Milo and Sweetheart appear in the hall.

“Well hey there superstar!” Sweetheart cheers, wrapping Baaabe in a big hug.

“Hey big congrats.” Milo beams, offering a hug of his own. “I know we're doing a pack thing this weekend too, but we wanted to pop by just to say it in person.”

“Thank you both, that's very kind of you.” Pulling back, Baaabe grins at the two wickedly. “And if you've nowhere else to be; you have got to come in and say hi to Mr Spock.”

At the couple’s bemused look, they lean in conspiratorially. “Ash and I’s dog.” They wiggle their eyebrows.

Milo practically jumps for joy as he immediately sprints into the apartment.

“How did that even happen?” Sweetheart snickers as Baaabe links their arms and leads them inside.

“He was avoiding the pizza guy, turns out it was Janine very early and it all snowballed from there.” They whisper.

“Oh yeah they and Ash found this dog as a stray in the dirtiest dumpster, a real charity case. Such generous people. Especially when he was just covered in garbage.” The two look up to see Milo fawning theatrically over Asher, explaining how the couple came to adopting ‘Mr Spock’. He holds up a tennis ball - god knows where he found it - and begins teasing him with it to an audience of very entertained party guests.

Baaabe has to bury their face in Sweetheart’s shoulder to prevent them from losing it at Asher’s death glare yet blatantly wagging tail. And Sweetheart near collapses in a fit of giggles when Asher knocks the ball under Milo’s feet and the two fall into a pile on the floor. The two mates barely supporting each other; watching their lovers wrestle on the carpet.

“Okay okay.” Baaabe calls out, wiping tears frommtheir eyes. “That's enough, we don't want Mr Spock to get too overexcited and pizza’s here!”

A cheer emerges from the party.

“Oh but what about your husband?” Janine pipes up looking worried.

“Asher texted me and said he'd be here soon.” They say purposely ignoring Sweetheart and Milo’s simultaneous snicker.

Smiling and nodding as they shepherded Asher out to the bedroom they quickly shut and lock the door behind them.

“Oh my god Baaabe my hero!” Asher cries the second he transforms back.

“Ash!” They shush through a smile, “call that the consequences of your actions.”

"I swear I will get the pizza every time from now on." He says solemnly before he groans, “I'm never gonna live this down.”

“Correct, Mr Spock.” Sweetheart says materialising beside him making the pair jump half a foot in the air. Baaabe lets out a small oof as Asher leaps into their arms.

“Are you supposed to be a professional investigator?” Asher sticks his tongue out at Sweetheart. “You should've stepped in sooner!”

“Nah, you were having so much fun!” They wink, mimicking a wagging tail.

“Get out!” Asher cries, and Sweetheart chuckles menacingly as they phase out the wall. “Dick.” He pouts, dropping out of Baaabe’s arms.

“Okay, I'll run distraction for the guests and you can sneak in and come back in through the door.” Baaabe says, running a hand through his hair.

“Sounds like a plan Baaabe.” Asher gazes at them adoringly. “I love when you get all strategic and take charge.”

“Oh really?” Baaabe says in mock surprise. “Then come here and give me a kiss. That's an order~.”

“Ooh yes captain.” He purrs stepping in closer to kiss them.

“Ew get a room.” Sweetheart interjects face halfway through the wall.

“Out!” Baaabe glares, throwing a pair of socks and the retreating and cackling stealth.

Asher gives them a comforting peck on the cheek. “They're right, this can wait. I wanna celebrate you tonight rather than just be Mr Spock all night.”

“Thank you baby.” They soften wrapping their arms around him. “Okay I'll go first.”

“Wait! Bonus kiss for good luck.” He quickly kisses them again, pushing them towards the door.

“See you in a minute.” They wink, slipping out the door with a click.

“Aww I miss Mr Spock already.” He hears Milo calling out as Baaabe reemerges. “We coulda tested his commands, I know he's very well trained.”

[autisticlalna]

the Corundum Conundrum

good morning everyone. we are experiencing.

This timeline... these people... it is all happening as it should but at what cost This wouldn't happen the way it does if it wasn't intended by [REDACTED]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY. NOT R.C. THIS TIME. EPIC. there's been instances before of Sapphire talking in Galactic on tumblr, although the initial post was in the Skyblock Kingdoms tag--

I forgot - they do not know do they... i am sorry to the ones who observe

COOL. OKAY. not R.C., but.. not Sapphire either! secret third thing???

We changed, you know me

...huh. not R.C., not Sapphire, but we know them.

there's been direct contact with various Rubys. obviously Cherruby, but also Rue, Sapphire (pre-SBK), R.C., and... someone else?

Have you ever met them?

..okay, so we haven't met Wanderer's Ruby yet. not officially, anyway. we know they exist, we know they're dead, and there was theorization that those messages from after the clip was posted were from them, but past that everything is a big question mark.

I wish i could tell, i do! but it isnt the time for it just yet

so... we know which Ruby this isn't. how many other Rubys are on the table?

not shown: Ruby reacted with a checkmark to Ace's message. WHICH IS... FASCINATING... AS THE LOCAL GUY WHO HAS BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT NAVIGATOR'S DEAL IS... but as usual thats its own cluster🔔. the relevant part here is, no, Navigator's Ruby is accounted for.

SURE WAS. (Ruby clarified that they forgot and had to ask, but i will gladly take any opportunity to start vibrating about HCYT again and the implications of having a Ruby involved.)

I like that one

WE HAVE A NAME! Corundum! which as a fun side note was a name suggested for Sapphire early on if i recall correctly, as well as one of the various "Co-" words when false-fullnaming Ruby (Rubidium Corundum).

...royal we, huh?

i'm pulling up the R.C. post again.

what’s interesting is that, in other instances of R.C. speaking to the viewers so far, they’ve referred to themselves as plural– “we”. this includes in the most recent video that started all this: the hidden messages include “This was the only one we could save”, and the description says “We are not sure of their location”. however, here we’re speaking to an individual, or at least someone speaking on behalf of themself and not as representative of the assumed greater whole. “I am always watching”. “Do not tell about my existence”.

at the time, we were assuming the second communication was R.C. due to the encounter earlier that day, as well as their appearance in chat when Solar was trying to cause a distraction for Rue.

i keep going back to what Corundum said: we changed, you know me. as usual, i'm made of red string, but i do feel like that establishes that we've definitely talked to Corundum before. it's just a matter of where. they're like Sapphire in that they're able to breach the fourth wall, but at this point we've been using Sapph as our benchmark because we don't have many other "awakened" (for lack of a better term) Rubys to compare with. i mean, there's tRuby, but he barely knows what's going on and is busy being used as Sapphire's conduit.

in short: oh, god, we have another galactic-speaking time god to keep track of.

[velvetpaku]

too many words in a post alert but yesterday was such an awesome day like i cant even begin to describe so im breaking it down in bulletpoints of why:

so basically after going out at 9 am i went around esploring all the parts of my town that id never been and with my savings in hand i decided to go on a spending spree since im never gonna spend for the rest of the year anyway so i wanted to buy n have new experiences so i ended up

1. trying shrimp n mochi for the first time at a Japanese themed restaurant 😭 it felt weird at times cuz the restaurant was the equivalent of that white man in a kimono with an asian woman next to him but the staff were so kind and endearing they helped me hold my chopsticks proper and taught me so much 🥹🥹🥹 i cherished every moment...

2. I FOUND THIS. FOR BARELY 50 BUCKS. ITS IN MINT CONDITION WITH A MANUAL INSIDEEE?!?@?!,@ this will be worth a million soon its such a steal and owning one of my fav games is a treat im SO happy i get to brag abt it for life now ueheheh :3

3. THIS HUGE DRAGON TOME ESQUE SKETCHBOOK THAT WEIGHS LIKE 2 BRICKS. IT FEELS AMAZING. TO TOUCH. IT MADE ME LOSEEEE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I WILL WRITE MY NEXT 10 SUICIDE LETTERS HERE.!

4. i found. a fucking. PSYCHONAUT 4 shirt. that fits ME. ME. ive been looking for any band shirts in my size for ages and ages and ages and i never ever could so findinf this one in the wild. of one of my fav bands. wearing it. and seeing myself wear it in the mirror. and how good it feels to wear. i burst into happy tears for thr first time in my life 😭 😭 😭 i love it so fucking much besties i cant stress this enough no matter how much i yap abt kt. look at it. look at how beautiful it is. ignoring how pasty white i look today >_> makes me wonder if ppl know im [REDACTED] and not caucasian

5. this one was just an interaction but at a cafe i went to this one guy was speaking perfect english which was shocking in and of itself is crazy but he asked this guy buying cake from him "so do u live alone?" and "do u like souls games?" after the guy said yes to both the cashier said "ahhh i see. ddlg core!" and i burst out laughing and they clearly saw i was evesdroping and understanding every word 😭 😭 😭 AND THEY STARTED OVERSHARING BOTH WAYS LIKE THAT CASHIER IS MARRIED W A DAUGHTER AND CASUALLY SAID BOTH HE AND HIS WIFE R FREAKS AND ARE LOOKING TO GET POLYAMOROUS WITH IT AND THEN MIDWAY HE HAD A RACIST TANGENT AND THEN TALKED ABT HOW MUCH HE LOVES SISSY TWINKS LIKE.... BROTHER. HE WAS THE MOST. IDK. HE WAS AN EPISODE OF ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA MADE INTO A REAL PERSON IS THE BEST WAY I CAN DESCRIBE IT 😭 😭 😭 CAN NEVER FORGET HIM FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE....

so yes. so much. so much happened. im happy i went out ;3 fun journey fun buys and im now rich forever in spirit ehehehe and if u read all this i loveu n thank u for reading myam myam myammm