#I FORGOT LEOS MUSTACHE

[neishroom]

harvestfest feels a bit different this year

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[waitingonher]

h.o.o. characters & their icks

characters: percy jackson, annabeth chase, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, & hazel levesque

content warning: slight cursing

word count: 853

author's note: idk if some of these are necessarily icks? but 😆

percy jackson

percy thinks he’s sooooo cool for growing up in nyc 😒😒

he’d say some new york specific lingo and would be all like “oh hah sorry, i forgot you aren’t from new york.” 

it is not that serious percy. 

somehow he always finds ways to relate things back to new york. you could be talking about a weird homeless person outside a convenience store, and he’d be like “well i’ve seen worse in new york.” 

percy lost his metrocard one time, but you guys needed to take the subway somewhere so he tried to act so nonchalant about hopping over the turnstiles. 

“oh yeah, i do it all the time. i’m basically a pro.” 

then, he went to jump over it only for his foot to get caught. he face planted onto the floor. when percy got up, he tried to act like he didn’t care, but you could see the embarrassment in his eyes. 

not his best moment! 

annabeth chase

in her own way, annabeth lowkey mansplains a lot 😭😭

she doesn’t mean to, but whenever she explains certain concepts or ideas, she comes off as super condescending. 

it could be the most niche subject ever, and she’d be peeved when you don’t know anything about it. i’m sorry i don’t know shit about a random philosopher who died hundreds of years ago 😒 

(i’d let annabeth mansplain to me any day of the year) 

jason grace

if no one orders for him, jason’s go-to are chicken tenders and fries. it’s not that he’s picky, it’s just that he’s so accustomed to ordering it, that he simply forgets he can order other things.

it’s as if his eyes just ignore everything else on the menu and only look for chicken tenders and fries. like, it’s okay to eat something other than that… 😕

when he orders at restaurants, the waiter always gives him the strangest looks. because why is a 6’0 athletic-looking teenager in here ordering chicken tenders off the kids menu. 

speaking of kids menus, jason treats the little activities on them so, so seriously. not to say that the activities aren’t fun, but he’s oddly obsessed over them. he gets genuinely upset when food or drink splatters gets on it because he likes taking them home?? jason please tell us why these little word searches and connect-the-dots matters so much to you. 

piper mclean

piper always claims that animals love her. (they do not) 

whenever she encounters wildlife, she’d start calling it over just for it to run away from her. “oh no, i think you scared it off” is her excuse 90% of the times. 

i know for a fact it wasn’t me. it was definitely you and your bad excuse for a squirrel call. 

she’s also convinced she can charmspeak animals too. last time she tried, the cat ended up smacking her across the face. 

when will piper learn 💔

leo valdez 

to all the leo lovers out there…i’m sorry to say that he’d have that little mustache after he drinks anything. he’s always rocking that milk mustache!!

after a long day of working in bunker 9, you’ll see him walking around camp with a bright red stain above his lip. you won’t even have to ask him to know that he was drinking fruit punch gatorade.

leo even gets that little stache with water?? it’s not as prevalent, but it’s definitely there. if he’s under the right lighting, you can see his top lip just glistening. 

you always have to remind him to wipe his mouth after taking a sip of anything. but it’s just as worse when he wipes his mouth because he uses the back of his hand or his sleeve…

if you go through his closet, there’s a high chance that you’ll find some of his shirts with different colored stains at the bottom of the sleeves. someone get leo some napkins please! 

frank zhang

whenever frank wears flipflops, his toes always hang over the edge of them. the worst part is that he really does not see an issue with it. he thinks it’s fine because “it’s just loungewear.” 

yes it may just be loungewear, but i promise you that no one wants to see your toes hanging out like that.

even if someone buys him a bigger size, he’d still find a way to have his toes over the edge. 

at this point, everyone just thinks that frank finds it comfortable so they don’t say anything anymore.

hazel levesque

hazel’s the type to enter those random instagram giveaways… 

she’d tag you in the comments and would text you asking you if you could follow the account and tag five people too. 

please hazel, you’re not gonna win that $300 amazon giftcard or that new laptop. give it up!! 

somehow she finds so many different giveaways?? you’re always tagged at least once a week. it’s gotten to the point where she’s entered so many giveaways, that people start recognizing her username. they feel genuine pity for her because why is @horselover1217 entering a giveaway for the third time this week.

[scaredycatqlt]

Heyyy can I get a platonic reader x Leo (Rise) where the reader might be moving away from New York?

Don't forget to drink water <3

Angst my beloved <3 Also thank you for reminding me bc when I saw this ask I was like ‘did I drink water?’ Turns out I forgot to! Hah!

Leo X Reader whose moving away [PLATONIC]

HE IS DISTRESSED.

Once he found out he has so many emotionssss

He confronts you, being very dramatic. How could you abandon him and his brothers?

Once he found out it was beyond your control, he was a little less upset-but only a little.

He gets very clingy and emotional. Hugging you and bringing you along everywhere they go, claiming they have to ‘have fun while you’re still here.’

bro acts like you’re on your deathbed or smthn 💀

You can talk to him online? Yeahhhhh but that’s not good enoughhhhh….

You guys have as many one-on-one days as he can fit into his schedule. You guys are going to do EVERYTHING in New York City before you go.

I know he can’t go in public bc of the whole mutant situation, but he is going to find a way.

What if he puts on a clever disguise? (Spoiler alert: it was a top hat and a mustache. That wasn’t gonna work.) (ANOTHER spoiler alert: somehow, it worked.)

Once it’s finally time for you to go, he is dramatically crying and his brothers are there too. At the airport, waiting for you to get on that plane.

or if you end up not going, he is SOOOOOO HAPPY. Jupiter Jim marathon at the lair!

Ifff you end up leaving, he WILL text you everyday. and I mean everyday. he will NOT miss a single day.

Calls, not every night but about every other night.

Either way, you guys are still besties <3

SORRY THIS WAS SHORT, i didn’t have a lot of ideas for it….

[starry-lemonaid]

ITS DONE OMG (i could done more but i haven’t done enough digital art to figure out what to do 😭) 10 hours and individually drawing and coloring crayons because i forgot how to copy paste them later and here’s the eggs coloring from chapter 8 of @tastytoastz’s fic! live laugh love mermaids 🫶 random details i wanted to point out/talk about underneath :)

i wasn’t joking when i said this took 10 hours and most of it was done with me hunched over like a goblin at 12 am-

details i liked/you can’t really see but are there:

leo has pronoun bracelets! they’re wearing all 3 right now :)

richas has stickers on his leg and they’re from pomme and bobby (idk the state of bobby but i love him so i included him)

richas also has a bobby friendship bracelet and sunny and empanada have matching ones as well!

em and richas actually have matching boots but you can’t tell because of how richas feet are positioned (ems have cats while richas’s is mooshrooms, yes this was inspired by the post made about them)

i had to redraw ramons mustache 6 times because it just kept making his face look weird

all of the crayon drawings are made using the crayon pen on Ibis paint 😭

all of the crayons closest to the kids are the colors they used in the art even if you can’t see it

i couldn’t remember what the room was described to have looked like and ao3 was still down when i was making it so i just based it off an aquarium room i saw this summer lmaooo

sunny is missing her sunglasses because somehow i drew them on the wrong layer and they’re actually just behind her body 😭

i spent the longest of leo’s tail and in the playback of the speed draw there’s just a picture of a lion fish covering half the screen for like 3 minutes

i cannot draw eyes from the side. please help. what do faces look like.

[oleander-nin]

Birthday(ROTTMNT Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: This was supposed to be everyone equally, but Leo ended up stealing the focus and I just went with it. Oops. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: 'forgotten birthday', surprise party

Words: 1264

Summary: The turtles rush to set up a party for you

Leo scrolls through his phone as he chews on the cereal he poured himself, the early morning chill still in the air. He hadn’t meant to wake up this early, but his mind was buzzing with thoughts of a forgotten fact he needed to know. After seeing the calendar in Raph’s room, he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing something. Today was important, but he couldn’t figure out why. Leo sighs in defeat, putting his phone down so he could pick up the bowl and drain the last of the milk, wiping the liquid mustache from his upper ‘lip’ when he was done. His phone buzzes on the table, an alert from his calendar popping up. Leo picks up the phone and reads it slowly, his mystery solved. It was your birthday.

Leo nearly slaps himself, feeling a bit miffed that’s what he forgot. Sitting up in the dark of the kitchen now, he stares at the notification in slight disbelief. He didn’t have anything planned. The date had blown over his head, and now he was left with nothing. Leo chews on his cheek, thinking. Your parents weren’t in New York, and you hadn’t mentioned flying out to see them anytime soon, so he could only assume that they weren’t throwing you some party that would give him some time to plan. Leo taps his phone against his chin, groaning. He didn’t even know what to get you, if anything at all.

Leo grumbles as he stands up from his place at the table, putting his bowl in the sink and slowly washing it as he tries to think of what to do. He didn’t have a gift, and he doubted his brothers knew about your birthday either since no one mentioned it. As he thinks it through, Leo puts away the bowl he was using and leans against the counter, trying to come up with a last minute game plan. It was early, and it would be easy enough to get you a present considering his portals and the money he had stashed away. What to get you wasn’t difficult either, considering you weren’t the most silent when you found things you were fond of. He could get you another plant, probably some fancy flower or succulent. Even if you already have that variety, you’d be ecstatic to get more.

Leo looks into the dim lighting of the lair, contemplating. He didn’t want to just give you a present and a happy birthday. Despite you most likely never knowing he forgot, he still felt like he had to make it up to you. If not for his calendar, he’d have forgotten entirely. You needed something grand to make up for his hidden lapse in memory.

Leo tries to think about what he could do as he walks back to his room, his mind going over the possibilities. He could get his brothers to help him throw you a party at the lair, but it was a huge mess. They hadn’t had a cleanup day in a few months now, and everything was trashed. Even if they cleaned from now to late tonight, they still wouldn’t be done.

Most venues were off limits considering their situation, and he doubted you would be happy if they celebrated your birthday in heavy disguises. Leo looks around the living room as he passes through, hoping for some inspiration. He needed this to go perfect for you. His dark eyes land on a pizza box laying on the floor, Hueso’s face and the restaurant's name plastered on the top. Leo grins, stopping in his tracks as he realizes the perfect place to host the party.

Leo dials Hueso’s number as he goes back into his room, negotiating the restaurant’s venue to hold the party. 2 promised favors and thirty minutes later, Leo jumps for joy at the confirmation. Per the agreement, it would have to be after closing so Hueso doesn’t have to shut down his restaurant for this, and Leo was happy to oblige. The Run of the Mill was only open until ten anyways, so it wasn’t a huge deal. The party would go at ten-thirty, with thirty minutes to set up everything they wanted. Leo felt giddy at the news, knowing his plan was slowly coming together. He’d make it up to you, whether you knew or not. Leo flops down on his bed, scrolling through his phone and texting April the plan, letting her know not to tell you. She doesn’t respond, which Leo expects considering how early it was. Feeling lighter and a lot more tired, Leo sets down his phone and lets his head hit the pillow, a smile on his face as he finally gets some rest.

***

Hueso watches Leo as he jitters around, the Hamato’s and their friends all adding the final details to the restaurant's decorations. Balloons touched the ceiling, and banners were spread out in odd places, most of their designs courtesy of Michelangelo. The different streamers and hanging decorations made Leo relieved with how the party was being set up. Everything was going smoothly so far, all they had to do was wait for you to show up.

Leo looks at the time, counting down the seconds in his head. They had around three minutes before you were supposed to arrive. Leo can hear Donnie’s alarm go off, his head turning to look at his wide-eyed brother.

“Flick the lights!” Donnie calls, grabbing Mikey to go and hide under one of the tables together. The lights dim, Hueso standing next to them  so he could turn them back on as soon as you came in. Leo joins Raph and April under a table, watching as his father, Draxum, and the Jones’ hide under another.

Seconds go by in silence, the time dragging on and making it seem like hours. Everyone holds their breath as the wall glows blue and swirls around, you finally stepping out into the darkness. You squint, confusion showing through the dimness of the restaurant before Hueso flips the lights back on and everyone jumps out.

“Happy birthday!” Everyone screams in chorus, making you yelp from the surprise. You hold your hand over your heart as you double over laughing, your hands shaking as you pat your knees. Mikey rushes over to pull you into a hug, jumping up and down with you while you both laugh.

“You made it!” He squeals, letting you mostly go, his hold shifting from your full body to your wrist. He drags you over to the table set up with food, talking your ear off while hogging you from everyone else. Well wishes and “Happy Birthday’s” get passed around to you, the light in your eyes growing as you seem to fall right into the celebration. Leo smiles while watching you with his family and friends, your appreciation for the party shown through your own grin. He felt proud, knowing the party, although fast tracked, was something you were enjoying.

Leo pushes himself off the wall, walking into the cluster of people so he could talk to you too. It was a celebration, and staring at you wouldn’t do. The group easily expands to let him in, Leo quickly filing into his usual place beside you. His hand finds yours and you squeeze it softly, letting him know you knew he was there despite you locked conversation with Donnie.

Leo’s smile widens as he sees your bright face, his chest tightening in joy. Yeah, he did good. You were going to have a great birthday.

[callmehere-iwillappear]

def Leo drawing the mustache on Donnie and the following breakdown during which Donnie STILL has the mustache on his face help PLEASE

but also I think about Donnie working himself to the bone trying to build a portal machine a lot a lot a lot

(I am also biased oops)

YEAH THE MUSTACHE THING WAS LIKE. part of me was worried it would ruin the mood but he absolutely wouldn't have bothered to wash it off by that point (and once he knows it was Leo who did it he's choosing to not wash it off out of sentimentality but he will NEVER admit this. if anyone asks he just forgot it was there)

and same. same. god. I have so many thoughts abt Donnie's entire [gestures at him post-invasion] and idk how to say half of them coherently but it's just. augh

[acertainmoshke]

@sam-glade @moonluringfrost @writernopal you liked the snippet of Liz's story, so now that I finished it I decided to post the whole scene. TW for (mild) suicidal ideation and yelling at a kid.

Elizabeth Nora Brusk was mature for 12. Everyone said so. Mrs. Anderson from 4-H called her impressive because she always said please and thank you and never backtalked. She was the favorite friend among moms because she never asked for anything and seemed delighted by whatever they offered. Her imagination and quiet attentiveness charmed her teachers. She was the Smart Friend, the Logistics Friend, the girl with her nose in a book who didn't cause any trouble.

Elizabeth Nora Brusk raked her fingernails down her cheeks and shrieked in rage. The anger was red and liquid and too much for her small frame, bubbling up and out of every orifice. Buried hot and small and dense at the bottom was her hatred. No one who shrieked like this until she couldn't breathe, who despised her mother's face, who wished herself dead could also be a good person.

“I hate you!” It came out of her mouth before she could bite it back, and it felt good.

Her mother's face was twisted and ugly with equal rage. “You do, do you? Then tell me, why do I drive you all over town for your activities and meetings? Why did I just spend my weekend taking all your little friends out into the blooming cold woods? Why am I even here, if you don't want any of it?”

Liz's breath was gasping. She could feel her limbs changing, becoming clumsy and loose in another dizzy spell. Everything was starting to look like a washed-out photo, too pale. She wished it wasn’t far too late to reach out for a hug and say sorry.

Her mother was still talking. “You think I wanted to give up my career and never see my friends so I could ferry you around town between soccer and 4-H and robotics? You think it was my dream to nag you about homework or plan middle school events when I could be sewing, going to shows, sitting on the damn couch eating bonbons?”

The red-hot anger boiled over, spilling all over the grubby kitchen tiles. The fresh scratches on her cheeks burned. “Fine! I'll run away then!” She didn't mean it. She never meant it, but words were the closest thing to power she had. “As soon as Halloween is over I'll run away!”

A door slammed open across the house. Liz's mouth clicked shut. The red anger was suddenly replaced with something tingly and cold.

She forgot he was home.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Her father should have been a silly sight, big and fat and harry in nothing but fuzzy penguin pajama pants and white socks.

There was nothing silly about his scowl or the thunderous voice that boomed from under his mustache.

“Why wait?”

Her brain couldn't figure out what he meant. She sat unmoving and silent.

“I said, why wait? Get out. NOW!” His voice shook the small house down to its foundation.

Liz darted to her feet and stumbled across the kitchen and living room. She was careful not to look at Leo huddled under his blankets. This wasn’t his fault—just another way she ruined everything.

Her mind was racing. She had books and dolls and toy horses. How much could she carry on her own? Her journal would have to come, and Lacey, even though she didn't play much with baby dolls anymore. Did she have a bag to stuff with books? It was late afternoon, where would she sleep tonight?

“GET YOUR COAT AND GET OUT!!” He bellowed behind her.

Heart racing, she grabbed the hand-me-down orange coat she loved so much and ran outside without bothering to reach for shoes.

The front patio was cold, but Liz didn't care. In that moment, nothing at all mattered because her father didn't want her. He was inside right now deciding how best to get rid of her. She hoped he would let her go back for her stuff at least. Maybe spend the night. It was getting dark already and she was so tired her whole body felt heavy. Hot, slimy tears drenched her cheeks. She didn't care who saw her now as she threw herself into a patio chair, pulled her legs up, and continued sobbing.

For a long moment, Liz wished she could stop existing. Wished she was strong enough to die.

But, inevitably, practicality resurfaced, just as being miserable started to get boring. She knew when the downtown churches gave out free lunches and dinners. She could spend all day at the library computers with the homeless guys, where it was cold in summer and warm in winter. She had no idea where to sleep, but she would figure that out. She read enough adventure books. Maybe she could hide until the library closed and stay there among the books all night? What about Leo, though? He was too little to come and he never did what she said, but she couldn't leave him. And what about—

Warm inside light cut through the dusky twilight, streaming off the porch and onto the street.

“Come on!” Her father was wearing a shirt now, but still scowling.

“Yes, Papa!” Relief rushed through her. Whatever happened later, she was about to be warm again.

Her feet tingled on the wood floor. Her mother was bent over the kitchen table, shoulders shaking. She didn't look mean and ugly now, just sad. The hatred under her anger cracked open and guilt floated up, filling her and pushing everything else away.

“Mama…”

“No.” Papa's voice was a knife edge. “Sit down!”

Afraid to venture any farther into the house and make a wrong move she didn't see coming, Liz sat on the floor. For this to be accomplished, she had to push several coupons, a handful of Legos, and Leo's teddy bear back into the pile of things that filled the room. Small as she was, Liz filled the one walkway through the house.

She watched the patterns of shadow cast by the uneven piles of boxes and loose items on what little floor she could see. It didn’t make the guilt or fear go away, but it kept her from crying again.

“Would you look at me?”

She forced her eyes up. Not quite to meet Papa’s, but no one seemed to complain if she stared at his nose. It still took more focusing than just looking away and listening.

“Thank you. Geez.” He took a deep breath and his voice got louder. “Would you mind telling me what the hell is wrong with you?”

She didn’t have an answer, at least not one that wouldn’t sound like a pointless excuse: Mama wouldn’t stop reminding her about all the homework she had left and it made her insides boil because it was too much. Too much what she had no idea, but it made her snap and act like a bratty little kid. She didn't fully remember why she had been so very upset.

But that didn’t matter, not even a little, because the point was that she was a disrespectful, horrible little child who didn’t deserve the life she had.

“I’m sorry,” it was little more than a whisper.

“Uh-huh, that’s nice. Do you know how you made your mother feel?”

Liz risked a glance at Mama, who was watching them both with equal wariness.

"Yes, Papa."

“And how’s that?”

Liz tried to form her words carefully, to find the right answer, but Papa was tapping his foot impatiently. “Hurt because I was disrespectful.” Too simple, probably, but the truth.

To her relief, he accepted it without need for further detail. “There will be no Halloween for you. Go to bed. I’m done looking at you.”

Liz decided not to point out that it wasn’t even 7:00 yet or that they hadn’t had dinner. She didn’t dare try to take her jammies all the way to the bathroom to change. She didn’t have enough emotion left to care that she wouldn’t get to dress up and trick-or-treat next week. She did notice a hint of relief that he hadn’t felt like lecturing her tonight. Because then she would have cried again, which always made him madder, and then it would turn into a whole thing that would last until midnight…

As fast and quiet as she could, Liz scrambled up the foot of the white bunk bed, crawling over her pile of stuffed animals and books to hide under the covers. She listened as Papa turned away like she wasn’t there, but his voice was still stiff and tight as he asked Mama about dinner. As soon as they went into the other room she reached behind the books on the top shelf for her soft black journal and mechanical pencil.

[kayakischaotic]

CRUSH3D HEADCANONS FIRST‼️‼️

SOME MIGHT BE CANON AND I JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT SOZ

ALSO ITS QUITE A LOT TO STRAP IN AND ENJOY THE RIIIIIIDE

Carter:

-totally dyed his hair neon pink for a dare once

-not only does he collect hoodies, but he totally collects onesies

-if anyone falls asleep in his vicinity, they are getting a sharpie mustache and/or monocle

-he has a plethora of mcr, fall out boy, panic at the disco, and other similar music on his playlist from his childhood emo phase

-favorite mean girls character was 100% regina

-has the autism/tbh creature as reubens messenger pfp

-introduced reuben to tone tags

-loves the homophobic dog meme

Scott:

-probably a mitski fan

-totally had an emo phase except his parents convinced him it was a sign of the devil to make him “normal” again

-when he was little he thought “pissed” was a swear word

-probably a penelope scott fan

Reuben:

-on his runs, he either listens to classical music or musicals

-loves Legos

-has an extensive collection of fidget toys that he sometimes puts in his pockets to play with during school

-wears contacts

-carter convinced him to change his (carter’s) messenger pfp to the btw/adhd creature

-has a plethora of tbh creature memes saved

-demisexual

Franky:

-100% will wear a skirt or dress to a fancy outing

-has painted his and popeye’s nails before

-he totally collects rocks and crystals

-doodles and paints in his free time

-he/they icon

Popeye:

-has never sworn in his life

-either listens to pop or death metal. no in between /hj

-gets straight A’s

Matt:

-actually really liked how his hair looked when it was dyed blue and had lee help him dye it again

-loves to read (favorite genre is (almost) any type of fiction)

Lee:

-aroace

-only followers are those two people who have the joint account (that I can’t remember the names of) and his mom

-dreamt of being a youtube star when he was little and totally (failed at) making trick shot videos

KC:

-goes by any pronouns

-totally wingmanned reuben and phanda

-has died her hair almost every color of the rainbow (excluding yellow and green)

Phanda:

-has never gotten a B in her life

-used to be a volleyball player until she came to renhain 1. they didn’t have a volleyball team 2. she realized she was too busy

-only child

Walker:

-one of his favorite words (and activities /j) is defenestration

Asao:

-has applied to get a new roommate (rejected)

-ace and demiromantic

-they/he

-cosplayer

James:

-him and carter send eachother homophobic dog memes back and forth

-knows approximately 0 rules of hockey, yet still goes to every game

-will always pick dare in truth or dare

Leo:

-worst subject is english

-adhd

-him and henry totally have gone skating together

-unlabeled, ace

-frequent dad joke maker

-has kool-aid dyed his hair a few times

-loves some reality TV

Henry:

-owns at least 20 beanies

-loves going to stores to just smell candles /hj

-reeces enjoyer

-has a small collection of comfort stuffed animals

[wxniesrxse]

卄卂ㄩ刀ㄒ乇ᗪ 卄ㄖㄩ丂乇

Part 1

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𓁹ᔕᑭOOKY ᗰOᑎTᕼ𐦂

Warning: cussing (bad words) 16+ rated!

" Hey, James! Over here!" You yelled at your friend who was behind you goofing off with his other friends JayJay and Jihoon. "Y'all we are close to the haunted house!" You yelled again finally getting their attention. You took out your phone and start to record for your Instagram stories.

" WOOOW! This house is huge!" James's mouth was wide open once he saw how big the house was.

" it smells..." Jihoon pinched his nose with his fingers as he couldn't tolerate the smell of poop coming from it. "Well, it is an old dirty rusty house. It's been out here for 20 years. " JayJay said swinging his arms to the sides trying to make the smell go away.

" pffff not Jay already knowing information about this house" James joke as he runs towards the porch. " YN, was the one who told me..." JayJay said while looking around his area, his eyes gazing at the green-bitten bushes, tall trees, and a garden with lots of old children's statues. His gaze went towards you as he swear to his own life he saw a little girl behind you for a brief second. " the fuck...?" He mumbled to himself furrowing down his eyebrows in confusion. "Must've been my imagination..." he said shaking the thought off his mind.

James opens the door. "Hello darkness..." he grins as he confidently walks inside the house entering the living room area. The rest join him turning on their flashlights. " wow...they forgot to take this picture with them" Jihoon said holding a picture from the peek of his fingertips shaking the dust off. Everyone gathers around him to look at the picture. " that man looks suspicious to me..." JayJay commented almost pointing at the serious mustache man in the picture. "How so? " Jihoon asks trying not to laugh at him.  " and that woman looks like she hasn't slept in ages...their kids look psychotic-" You punch James in his arm. "Hey! Stop joking like that!" You said with a serious yet playful voice.

The four of you did not feel nor saw the shadow that passed behind their backs.

"Mmm...well it seems that a family of four lived here, I wonder if their spirits are wandering all over the house..." you said walking away from them and heading towards the stairs where the rooms are. You immediately stop walking mid-stairway as you heard the sound of something shattering in one of the rooms. Was it a picture frame? A flowering vase? How did it shatter?

Everyone heard it and they freeze. "I thought we were the only ones in here?" Jihoon whispered as his breaths went heavier and faster. Meanwhile, James tries to calm him down by rubbing his back. "Or could have been a ghost," JayJay said as he look at the kitchen beside him. Although he didn't see anything or anyone, he could feel something or someone was watching him. "Little bro, do you see something over there? Why do you keep staring at that side?" James asks looking at him curiously.

"What? I'm just looking if I see anything weird..." JayJay lied.

You flash the light of your flashlight towards the rooms to see anything peculiar. You start to walk upper with a fast-beating heart. "Hey YN, I think we should leave, it could be a serial killer and Jihoon is getting scared-"

" I'm fine James" Jihoon responded touching his chest.  JayJay's eyes landed on the kitchen once again finally seeing something and immediately he flash his light towards it.

The boy who came out of the kitchen squinted his eyes because of the sudden bright light on his face. " Leo? Sangwon? Is that you-oh..." the long dark hair guy said as he saw the new strangers in this house. " bro I'm up here!" Another voice said from upstairs. Everyone flash their flashlights towards a certain room where three guys came out with their flashlights. " I'm guessing we're not alone hmm," one of them chuckles. "Leo, Sangwon, and Yorch, I never thought you three would be in a place like this..." you laughed nervously realizing the three of your college crushes are here in the same place with you and you are taking care of these three crazy and dorky kids.

The three guys put their cameras down. " you forgot we're YouTubers," Leo smirked at you, walking down the stairs and gesturing a hand for you to hold it. You who is stupidly in love accept it even though you can walk alone upstairs with no help. Gotta take the opportunity you know! You thought inside your mind.

" yeah aaaand, we like the paranormal stuff " Sangwon gave you his signature "I'm a good boy" kind of smile. You felt the tiny butterflies in your stomach. " yeah I did forget...um, uh, well did y'all find anything?" You asked putting your hair behind your ear.  "I felt someone watching me in the kitchen but didn't see anything," Yorch said coming nearer to the stairs. "Dude same! I even got the chills" JayJay said rubbing his hands on his arms.

" umm so, YN are you going to introduce us too? Or can we leave?" James asks still rubbing Jihoon's back. " oh right! Um, Guys, that's JayJay over there, his Jihoon and his James, and they're kinda my highs school friends that live near my house, their mom trusts me to take care of them while we are exploring this house-" you coughed trying to get air back from speaking to much and none stop. " and guys he is Leo, he is Sangwon and he is Yorch, my college classmates..." you tighten your smile trying to hide your happiness.

"Your three crush-" Jihoon tried to tease but James and JayJay immediately covered his mouth. "Ummm- let's explore the room where the thing broke " you immediately run to the room that had the vase shattered into pieces on the floor. Leo and Sangwon glanced at each other with teasing smiles.

Seems like they know something.

"My bad it was me who accidentally threw this vase," Sangwon said coming closer to you. "Did I scare you?" He whispered next to you, his hand resting on your shoulder as you felt his body almost touching you. "N-no! Of course not!" You said flustered and giggling. You fucking scared the shit out of me!! You thought.

" don't worry, we are now here to protect you" Leo smiles kindly as you felt him pat your head. You swear you wanted to hide from them. In school they're like this with you but today they're getting too close to you and did you mind it?.....of course NOT! But you felt like shy with them.

" look at all this nasty shitty walls, full of spider webs," Leo said in a low voice in English and in his Australian accent. "ugh! Look at those crawling insects!" Leo pointed at the corner of the wall. He put a hand in front of your belly to stop you from getting near. "Oh- " you said stopping. You notice his actions and you felt like blushing hard.  To say the truth you felt nice inside. "YN, look what we found here, " Sangwon said wrapping his warm big hand with your small one. You felt the butterflies in your stomach again.

The three of them walk inside another room. "YN, open that closet, " Leo said while pointing at the brown vintage closet.  If your mind was down to earth at this moment you would've asked them "why me?" "No you do it!" "There's something in there right?" BUT...Since it is Leo, you listen to him. Without thinking you walk towards it and open the closet.

Bats hit your face making you fall down on your butt as they rush out of the closet door.  You shook off your hair from your face and once your eyes focus back again you saw a neon bright purple and blue tunnel extending more and more  with no ending.  "what. the. fuck..." you stand up from the floor as you try to look closer to check if this wasn't some fake made up stage or something to trick you.

Once you stuck your head inside to see you realize that it is NOT a fake beautiful and bright tunnel and you also realize that you are now inside this beautiful and bright tunnel with the closet door lock. "WAIT! No! NOOOO! Leooo! Sangwooooon! Guys no! What is this thing!" You screamed out of fear as your tears start to cascade down your cheeks.

"Rock! Paper! Scissors! Shoot!" James, JayJay, Jihoon, and Yorch shouted in the fist floor. "YORCH you lost! You're the one going first!" James and the rest tried pushing Yorch from the back to go to the basement. "No guys wait-haha! Wait let me prepared myself first!" Yorch shouted louder trying to save himself from going first. This four idiots do not know what just happened upstairs.

" Guys, did you see YN?" Sangwon said walking towards them. His face form into a worry look. "We can't find her!" Leo shout from behind him. Everyone stop what they were doing and look at them with terrified expressions. "WHAT?!" They all said.

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[timegearremix]

Wait, that's what he looks like? I mean I know he looked like that in the comics, but that was Purcell's art style from like 1987. I was honestly expecting something a bit more anthropomorphic. Anyways, so from what I've noticed, all of Max's uncles and aunt (except for fuzzball) essentially have a Sam (Significant Other who they care deeply for and love and are married/dating) in their lives. Does Bill eventually find his Sam? Sorry if it feels kinda obsessive, but goddamn I love Bill.

Domasadito is and always will be gross and spud shaped and that's why we appreciate him <3

Maybe bill has a chance someday? Maybe I'll design him an s/o one day but he's content to be single and ready to mingle !

(also don't apologize for liking bill!! Honestly it makes me super happy that people like my goofy characters akvfkavfka it makes my day)

[arrowofcarnations]

Wherever You Find Love, It Feels Like Christmas

For the Cubs, this Christmas is the first one they’ve spent together—and the merriest one of all.

Written for a secret santa fic exchange in the SW/C2C discord for M (opaleyedragon). Enjoy this dose of holiday Cubs fluff!

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“Okay,” Leo said, socked feet padding across the living room and a trio of steaming mugs in his hands. “I’m ready, unpause it. Scoot over, Harz.”

Finn shifted on the couch to give Leo enough room to sit. He took two of the mugs carefully from Leo’s hands, passing one down to Logan on his other side. “I love that we stopped the movie for emergency hot chocolate,” he teased, grinning as he lifted the mug to his lips. Leo could see the lights from their Christmas tree reflected in his brown eyes, soft and twinkling.

“Had to be done,” Leo shrugged, blowing gently on his own drink. He nodded toward the TV, where The Santa Clause was still frozen on the screen. “It looked too good.”

“Yours is better,” Logan declared, taking a long sip. His appreciative groan—and the foamy mustache above his upper lip—made Leo and Finn laugh.

Logan turned to meet Leo’s eyes, and Leo smiled at him, tilting his head. “Better than an elf’s?” he asked. “I don’t know, Tremz. She’s magical.”

“So? You’re magical,” Logan said immediately, and Leo bit his lip to keep the grin from splitting his face. “And so is your cocoa. Parfait.”

Leo took a sip of his own drink, savoring the rich chocolate on his tongue, and glanced at the steadily falling snow outside their windows. They’d spent the entire day alone together, enjoying some peace before the whirlwind of travel and family and big celebrations. It was the best Christmas Eve he’d ever had. The thought that he could have this every year, forever, warmed him from head to toe.

“Oui,” he said softly, leaning back against the cushions. “Parfait.”

They settled back into the movie, jostling each other as they battled for real estate under the oversized knit throw Celeste had given them as a housewarming gift a few months back. Leo rested his head against Finn’s as they watched, Logan tucked against Finn’s other side, and savored that, too—the closeness of his two favorite people to him, to each other.

It was nearing midnight by the time the credits rolled. Finn sat up and yawned hugely, stretching his arms over his head before reaching past the empty cocoa mugs on the coffee table to grab the remote.

“What do we think, boys?” he asked, looking from Logan to Leo as the TV flickered off. “Another movie, or?”

Logan, hair mussed and eyes sleepy from the long cuddle, pushed himself halfway off the couch to stretch his back out. “Ouais, sounds good,” he said, blinking up at them. “We already opened all our presents, and if I eat another of Knutty’s Christmas cookies right now, I’m gonna need bigger pants.”

Suddenly, Finn sprang into action, nearly taking Leo with him as he launched himself off the couch, still half-tangled in the blanket they were sharing. “Jesus, Finn, what—”

“I almost forgot,” Finn said in a rush, and Leo let his unfinished question hang in the air, cocking his head at his boyfriend. “Stay here,” was the only further explanation Finn offered before jogging down the hall and up the stairs toward the bedroom.

Logan raised an eyebrow at Leo as he maneuvered himself close enough to put his feet in Leo’s lap. “What was that about?” he asked.

Leo could only shrug. “No idea.” His hands found Logan’s, threading their fingers and giving a brief squeeze. “How’re your hips?”

Logan, who was watching Leo with half-lidded eyes and his side pressed against the back of the couch, blinked. “Quoi?”

“Sore?” Leo clarified, glancing at the jar of tiger balm that lived on the coffee table. They’d been playing hard, practicing hard, right up until the holiday break, and they’d all been feeling it. If Logan’s perpetual sore spots were bothering him, Leo wanted to help.

Rather than reaching for the jar, Logan tipped forward to catch Leo in a gentle, slow kiss instead. “I’m okay,” he murmured. His smiling lips were centimeters from Leo’s own, their noses brushing, and Leo smiled back, running his hands over Logan’s broad shoulders. “You are so…” Logan trailed off, shaking his head a little as he reached up to cradle Leo’s face in his hands.

“I’m so what?” Leo asked, the softness of his own voice surprising him.

“Just…” Logan shook his head again, still smiling. “J'aime ton doux coeur.”

Leo wasn’t sure his heart was any sweeter than Logan’s, but he knew it was swelling in his chest at Logan’s words, at the way he was looking at him. They were caught up in a slow, unending kiss when footsteps appeared on the stairs, then in the room.

Leo pulled back from Logan with one last peck and looked over at Finn, who was watching them with soft eyes. “Best thing to walk in on, wow,” he sighed, and Leo laughed.

“The best thing?” he asked archly, raising an eyebrow.

“Top ten.” Finn crossed the room but didn’t join them on the couch, sitting instead on the edge of the coffee table so he was facing the two of them.

“Okay, so,” he started, trailing off as he looked at each of them. He was fidgeting with something in his hands, and Leo realized it was a pair of small boxes, badly wrapped. “One more present.”

“Quoi?” Logan said, noticing the boxes, too. “But...I didn’t get you anything else, Harzy.” Leo nodded; they’d already exchanged all their gifts for each other after dinner.

“It’s a bonus present,” Finn said, and was Leo imagining it, or was he a little nervous? “It’s something for both of you. Well, for me, too.” He pressed one box into Logan’s hands, then the other into Leo’s.

Leo only looked down at it for a second before starting to tear away the wrapping paper, beyond curious about this so-called “bonus present.” Under the shiny, smooth paper was a velvet box, palm-sized. Gryffindor Jewelers was scrawled across the top in elegant gold script. Leo’s heart sped up; he lifted the lid, not knowing what to expect.

Nestled inside was a necklace, the delicate gold chain tucked into the cushion. Hanging from the chain were three circles in three different colors. They overlapped each other, intertwining together to create one pendant.

“Oh,” Leo breathed. He heard Logan whisper “Finn” a moment later. He looked up at Finn, who was watching them carefully, a hopeful smile on his face.

“You don’t have to wear them, if you don’t want,” he started. “I know you’ve got a necklace already, Lo, and you don’t usually wear jewelry, Nut, but I saw these and thought—they’re kind of us, the three, you know?” He reached under his hoodie, pulling an identical necklace out from under it. “I got one for me, too, so it’d be like...all of us together, on the ice or wherever. We’d wear them and know.”

Leo and Finn looked over as Logan slowly lifted his necklace over his head. Leo wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Logan take it off—not to sleep, not to shower. He took the new one out of its box, then fiddled with it a moment until he got the tri-color ring off its chain. Leo bit his lip as Logan slid it onto his necklace’s chain, the well-worn fleur de lis clinking against the shiny new ring softly. He heard Finn take a sharp breath in, and then felt Finn’s eyes move to him as he took out his own necklace and put it on, the pendant settling over his pounding heart.

“I love it,” Leo said around the lump growing in his throat. His smile was growing wider by the second as he looked down at his own chest, then at Finn’s and Logan’s. “I love you, Finn, of course I’ll wear this. Thank you.”

“Mon rouge,” Logan said, and Leo was glad to hear that his voice wasn’t the only one that had gone a little scratchy. Logan pushed himself off the couch and knelt in front of Finn, tugging him down for a searing kiss.

Finn was practically beaming now as he stroked a thumb across Logan’s cheek. “Yeah? You like it?”

Logan huffed, rolling his eyes before planting another firm kiss on Finn’s lips. “I’m never taking it off,” he mumbled, pressing a palm to the center of Finn’s chest, covering the pendant Leo knew was there. “Love you, Fish.”

“Love you,” Finn smiled. They both rejoined Leo on the cushions, but Leo didn’t let Finn get very far, tugging him onto his lap to press kisses across his cheeks, nose, forehead and lips.

“Love you too, Knutty,” Finn added, kissing Leo back with all the same tenderness. He glanced down, playing with the pendant before letting it bounce back against Leo's chest. “Looks good on you.”

The three of them stayed like that, cuddled up with each other and sharing lazy kisses, until the snow slowed to a stop outside the warmth of their home and they were all fighting off yawns and drooping eyelids.

Leo wanted to drag them to bed and wrap himself around them, letting their heat lull him to sleep. He wanted to wake up to a Gryffindor white Christmas and kiss them good morning, then make them all breakfast to the sound of Finn’s off-key caroling. He smiled as he remembered he could have all of that—he could have everything—and ducked down to kiss the juncture of Finn’s neck and shoulder, over the necklace chain.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered, and had never meant it more.

[spine-buster]

The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 29

A/N:  There’s somewhat of a double update this week 🙊You’ll understand why at the end of the chapter 🙊 

May 26th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was frantic.  

The NHL had announced their Return to Play plan.  Toronto was the chosen hub city for the eastern conference, naturally.  They were Toronto.  She’d be back at work.

None of that mattered.

William was back in Toronto.

But he was in quarantine.  The government had instituted the policy and he was going to stick to it, obviously.  And so was she, especially since he traveled from Florida, even though it was going to be hard.  It meant that he was in Toronto, and Aberdeen knew he was in Toronto, but she was unable to see him.  They’d have to communicate the same way as they did when he was in Tampa Bay, still, even though he was only a ten-minute walk away from her.  

It killed her.  It hurt worse than when he was in Tampa.

“The plan is already set,” he explained to her on the phone.  “After the fourteen days I get to go back onto the ice.  I think a few of the guys who stayed in Toronto will be there too.  No more than five, though.”

“Yeah.  Those are the rules.”

“Will you be there with Brendan?”

Aberdeen hadn’t even thought about it.  She and Brendan had obviously kept in touch throughout quarantine, but he hadn’t mentioned needing her at Scotiabank Arena should any of the guys go in for a skate.  “I don’t know, actually,” she admitted.  “I’d have to ask.”

“Please ask,” he said quickly, causing Aberdeen to laugh.  “If you’re there that day, when I’m back on the ice, I…Aberdeen, please just ask.”

“I will.”

***

May 29th, 2020

“Do you need me in that day, by the way?” Aberdeen asked Brendan on the phone, super-casually but also super-connivingly near the end of their call.

“Which day?”

“Any of the days, really,” she said, trying to sound even more casual than before.  They’d gone through all the players, their whereabouts, and all the dates they would be available to go skate at the arena.  “The seventh, the ninth – any of them.”

“Well…it’ll be nice to see your smiling face,” he said, and she knew by his tone he was looking down at his calendar.  “How about you come in on just one of the days.  You choose which one.”

“I’ll come on the ninth, the Tuesday,” she chose quickly.  “Sunday is a day of worship, Brendan.  You should know better.”

Brendan laughed on the other end.  “It’ll be good to see you again, Aberdeen.  Bring some of that humour with you.  We’re gonna need it.”

***

June 3rd, 2020

“Six more days, minskatt.”

“Not that we’re counting.”

“When I get my hands on you…”

“Not if I get my hands on you first.”

***

June 7th, 2020

“Forty-eight hours.”

“It’s been sixty-one days, you know.”

“Sixty-one days?!  Fuuuuuuck, Aberdeen.”

“You haven’t been buried in my pussy for sixty-one days, Willy.”

“Aberdeen—”

“My pussy’s so wet for you Willy.”

“You’ve gotta stop teasing me.”

***

June 9th, 2020

“A blazer, Aberdeen?” Brendan asked as he watched her walk into the office, a giddy smile on his face – not that anyone saw.  Everyone was wearing a mask, and he was no exception.  He wore a Leafs branded one, naturally.  He had a bunch to give to Aberdeen, too – one for every day of the week.  She walked into the office wearing a plain black mask.  Typical of her.

“I needed to feel professional,” she said.  “I’ve been in my condo in sweaters and tights for three months.  Give me this moment.”

“Fine.  Have it,” he smiled.  “Set your stuff down and come with me.  We’re going down to the ice.”

Aberdeen felt shivers running up and down her spine, and it wasn’t because of the ice.  They made their way down to the locker room first, actually, where they saw Kyle on the way.  She and him caught up quickly, with her asking about Leo and with Kyle asking about her writing.  But then, like pure magic, and completely unannounced, there he was, in his hockey pants and socks.  She swore her heart stopped beating.  Sixty-one days.

William stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.  He was wearing a mask, so she could only see his eyes.  “Aberdeen,” he said, nodding at her.  “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said.  “Long time no see.  How was Tampa?” she asked.

Only she could see the indignant look he was giving her with his eyes.  It was a look he only saved for her when she was being ridiculous – in any way she could be ridiculous – so Brendan and Kyle were none the wiser, though she was sure if they really looked, they’d probably see it too.  “It was good.  Nice spending time with the siblings, you know.  Were you okay here?”

She nodded.  “Yeah, everything was fine on my end.  Just stayed holed up in the condo, really.  Kasha was working a lot from home so it was mostly just me writing and keeping quiet so she could still earn a living.”

“Well that’s good that she didn’t get laid off or anything,” he commented.  “And your family?  They’re okay?”

“They’re fine.  Siena’s back at my parents’ place and finished off the school year.  Camden is too, though school in general is a bit of a shit show right now.”

“Is that Aberdeen?!” a voice suddenly called out from inside the locker room.  Before their dumb conversation could continue with Brendan and Kyle watching, she saw a maskless Zach Hyman in his full gear barreling towards her.  “Aberdeen!” he extended his arms for a hug.

“No no no!” Kyle and Brendan screamed at the same time, putting their arms up like a forcefield around Aberdeen.  “No hugging!  Social distancing!”

Zach’s brows were furrowed before he finally remembered, rolling his eyes at himself.  “Sorry.  I’m so dumb.  I completely forgot.  I’m just excited to see you!”

“Me too, Zach,” she smiled, wishing he could see it.  She hoped he at least saw her eyes crinkle from it.  “It’s nice to be back, isn’t it?”

“You’re telling me,” he said.  She didn’t even have to see his face to see he was smiling from ear to ear.  He lived for hockey.  “You coming out onto the ice with us?”

“If I’m allowed,” Aberdeen shrugged her shoulders, looking to Brendan and Kyle who were nodding their heads.  “Might sit on the bench and pretend I’m Sheldon for a bit.”

***

did u tell kasha ur working late?

Yup

come over right when brendan lets u leave i can’t wait anymore

me neither

i got a boner just seeing u today in your work clothes

LOL WILL

minskatt im 100% serious this isnt funny

I’m actually dying Willy Thank god you were wearing your hockey pants We’ve waited over six weeks, you can’t wait longer?

NO I CAN’T MINSKATT

***

There were butterflies in Aberdeen’s stomach as she made her way into William’s condo building, into the elevator, and through the hallways.  Still in her work clothes, she knocked frantically on his front door.  

She didn’t have to wait long.

She didn’t even get the third knock in before he swung the door open, obviously waiting for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her in.  She dropped her bag as he pulled her into him and immediately planted his lips on hers aggressively.  Hands and lips and tongues happened all at once, and they were everywhere, and when the front door shut behind them William pushed Aberdeen up against it, lifting her up in his arms with her wrapping her legs around him.  Aberdeen wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began running her fingers through his hair.  It had gotten so long.  So long.  She’d seen the progression of the length on their FaceTime calls, but it was different seeing it in person.  Sixty-one days.  Sixty-one days since she’d seen him and she barely took in the sight of him when he opened the door.

“God I fucking missed you,” he mumbled quickly as his kisses moved from her lips to her neck.

“Let me see you,” she mumbled, stopping her hands from running through his hair to place them on either side of his face.  She pulled his face away from her neck so she could look at him, really look at him.  His eyes were as blue as ever, glossed over with love and lust and everything in between.  His hair was as blonde as ever, long and luscious and every girl’s dream, really.  A light stubble covered his face, and the stupidest mustache sat atop his lip, but because he was William, she couldn’t say a bad thing about it.  It looked ridiculous, but she loved everything about it.  His lips were pink and puffy and wet as she ran her thumb across them ever so gently.  He was here.  He was actually here.  “Hi,” she said softly, their chests still heaving from the hot and heavy start.  

“Hi minskatt,” he whispered back equally as softly, pursing his lips slightly as if to kiss her thumb.

“You’re here,” she smiled.  “You’re finally here.”

“I never want to spend that much time apart again,” he said.  “I can’t stand being away from you.”

“Me neither.”

“It was torture,” he continued.  “All I thought about was you.  How much I love you.  How much I wanted to hold you in my arms like I’m doing now.”

Aberdeen smiled again, biting down on her bottom lip slightly.  “Show me,” she said.  “Show me how much you love me.”

He planted his lips on hers again, just as frantic and fiercely as the last time, continuing where he left off.  Aberdeen began shimmying out of her blazer, letting it fall to the floor as he adjusted her in his arms and carried her through the apartment, setting her down finally on his couch.  Hovering over her now, with her legs still wrapped around him, Aberdeen tugged at his hoodie.  “Take this off,” she mumbled, pulling it over his shoulders and throwing it behind them.

Reluctantly, William’s lips left Aberdeen’s as he pulled back and started unzipping her pants.  “Willy,” her chest heaved up and down.  He was working quickly.  He ignored his name as he pulled her pants off.  When they were off, he hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them off too.  “Willy—”

William was a man possessed.  There was nothing Aberdeen could say – instead, she watched as he gave her one final look with his blue eyes before he dove into her pussy.  She bucked her hips almost automatically but William brought his arm up to hold her down.  “Ooooooh fuck, Willy,” she sighed out.  

“I missed this,” he mumbled, humming against her lips as he lapped and sucked, making her squirm underneath his arm.  “You taste so good for me.”

“I missed this too.  I missed your mouth on my pussy,” she strained to get out, trying to savour the feeling as much as possible since she hadn’t felt it in sixty-one days.  When he looked up at her from in between her legs, she smiled.  “You look so good between my thighs, baby,” she cooed, running her fingers through his hair and gripping it slightly.  

He hummed again, sending shivers down her spine.  “When you touched yourself was it like this?” he asked.

“No,” she responded automatically, because nothing was the same as having William’s lips and tongued glued to her pussy.  “Nothing is as good as this, Willy.  Nothing.”

“Can I put my fingers in your pussy?”

She nodded furiously.  “Please Willy.”

He pushed two fingers in slowly as he sucked on her clit, making her squirm even more so than before.  “Oooooh, Willy,” she moaned.  He curled his fingers inside of her like he always did and she gasped.  “Willy—Willy—”

“Feel good?”

“Feels fucking amazing,” she said.  “Willy, I—I—”

“What do you want, Aberdeen?”

“I want to suck your cock, Willy,” she admitted.  “I want to suck your cock so bad.”

He chuckled, and she could feel it, and his eyes narrowed as he could practically feel the shivers run through her body.  “Not yet.  Not until you come on my face.”

Aberdeen gulped.  “But Willy—”

“No.  Not until you come on my face, baby.”

“Willyyyy—” she begged, until she felt his fingers curl inside of her again.  “Oh fuck, Willy, fuck – please,” she huffed.  

“Let me taste you, Aberdeen.  I need to taste you.”

As he continued his lapping, Aberdeen moaned and cried out at every opportunity, and when she began tugging on his hair and pulling his face even further against her wet pussy, he knew she was close.  With a few more curls of his fingers and sucking on her clit, she cried out his name over and over again as she became a screaming, writhing mess on his couch.  He lapped up every single last drop of her as he watched her chest heave up and down from the pleasure, from the pleasure he caused.  When he was finally finished, placing butterfly kisses against her pussy and thighs, he made his way back up and gave her a hot, slobbered kiss.

She could taste herself on his lips, and she loved it, but what she wanted more was to taste him.  So when his lips left hers, she made sure to look him in the eye.  “Sit,” she said, putting her hands on his chest.  

“Minskatt—” he said, placing a hand on hers.

“Sit,” she ordered more sternly, pushing him back so he’d listen to her command.  He sat on the couch with his legs spread apart and watched as she climbed on top of him but made her way between his legs.  She took off her top, leaving her just in her lace bra that she wore especially for him.  Her hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants and she pulled them down, along with his boxers, as eagerly as ever.  When his cock bounced up, already hard, she smiled up at him.  “Mmmmm,” she hummed, running her fingernails up and down his thick thighs.  “I’ve been dreaming about your cock in my mouth, Willy.”

“I’ve been dreaming abo—oh fuuuuuck,” he groaned as Aberdeen wasted no time in licking the underside of his cock from the base to the tip before covering the tip with her lips.  “Aberdeen—”

William couldn’t finish his sentence – or thought, really – because Aberdeen took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around expertly.  He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.  The amount of times he thought about this very thing while in Tampa…and now it was happening.  He shuddered thinking about it, feeling it happening right now.  “Your mouth feels incredible on my cock,” he managed to get out, looking down at her with hooded eyes.  

“Pull my hair, Willy,” she said quickly, putting a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. 

It was his turn to gulp.  He ran his fingers through her hair – the hair he loved so much – and tugged on it slightly, pushing her back down onto his cock.  She moaned in response.  “That okay?”

She nodded even though his cock was halfway down her throat.  She looked up at him again once she came back up – once he allowed her to.  “Harder, Willy.  It’s okay.  I want your cock down my throat.”

“Ab—”

“It’s okay, Willy,” she dug her nails into his thighs.  “I want it.”

A deep growl rose in his chest as he tugged on her hair again, pushing her mouth down his cock slowly.  As he watched his cock disappear into her mouth, his pupils dilated.  When she looked up at him with her beady eyes, he almost lost it.  She began bobbing her head up and down his cock with his direction, the tugging of her hair and the slight force he was using making her wet all over again.  Much like William, Aberdeen derived pleasure from knowing she was giving William that same pleasure, so seeing his chest heave, seeing him lean his head back in pleasure – it was all she wanted, everything she dreamed of for the past sixty-one days away from him.

“D’you want to come down my throat?” she asked, his cock slick and wet from her spit.

“No,” he said sternly.  “Get…get up here.”

“Willy—”

He tugged her by the arm, bringing her back up so he could kiss her and pick her back up again as they made their way to his bedroom.  He plopped her down to the bed, opening his bedside table drawer to get a condom.  She stole it from him, ripping it open with her teeth and rolling it on herself before laying back down on the bed, unclasping her bra herself and throwing it across the room.  

William bent down and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking gently as he grabbed at her hands.  He raised them above her head, holding them both there with only one of his own.  He saw her smile.  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his own grin showing how he felt about it.

She nodded her head.  “I want your cock so bad Willy.  “Give me your cock.  I need your cock.”

He slipped into her easily, quickly, her wet pussy still slick with her juices.  They both moaned in pleasure, and once he was fully in her, they both took a moment to savour the feeling of being together again – physically, mentally, emotionally, everything – and looked each other in the eye.  “God you feel so good,” he whispered, giving the tip of her nose a light kiss.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she said, her voice breathless, the feeling of him filling her up almost too much to bear after not having experienced it for so long.  “I love you so much, Willy.”

“I promise you,” he said.  “I promise you I’ll never leave you for that long again.  We’ll never be separated like that.”

She nodded her head.  She understood.  “I never want to be.  I always want to be with you, Willy.  Wherever you are, I’ll be.”

He began moving in and out of her, slowly, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible.  But eventually, when Aberdeen began rolling her hips along with his movements, even though her arms and hands were still pinned above her head, he couldn’t control himself, moving quicker and crashing harder against her body.  He watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the moans escaping them freely and loudly.  

At some point, William forgot about holding her arms above her head.  At some point, they escaped free, and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and scratched them down his back.  At some point, after hearing her moans and cries and screams of his name for what felt like hours, he lost himself, and he lost control, and she lost herself, and she lost control, and they came together, bodies close, arms around each other, his head buried in the crook of her neck, hearts beating together.  

***

“Did you mean what you said?” William asked as they lay in bed together, still recovering.  He knew there was going to be a round two.  And a round three.  And however many more they saw fit until they were satisfied, although deep down he knew neither of them would ever be satisfied.  But before all that, he needed to clear something up.  He needed to hear it from her.  “Wherever you are, I’ll be?”

Aberdeen looked over at him.  She knew what he was asking, because he was in hockey.  He could be shipped off somewhere tomorrow.  He could be shipped off in the off-season.  As she learned in May, and saw for herself, virtually half the fanbase wanted him gone (the dumb fanbase at least, she thought).  But much like when he asked her if she would really come to Sweden with him, she knew there was a deeper meaning to this.  There always was with William with questions like this; he was still learning to talk to her – to express his feelings like he promised he would after that game against Carolina.  “Are you listening?” she asked, what they would always ask each other when they were about to say something important.

“Yes, minskatt.”

She looked him in the eye and nodded her head.  “Of course I did.”

He tried not to show it, but he took a sharp intake of breath.  She could see his Adam’s apple bob.  She knew he was trying not to get emotional.  But when he moved to kiss her, she could feel a tear.

***

June 13th, 2020

“I saw on the news that William is back!” Camden exclaimed into the phone.  Aberdeen had to go so far as to jerk the phone away from her ear.  From the other side of the couch, William giggled silently.  “Did you get to see him, Aberdeen?!”

“I did,” she laughed.  “He says hello.”

“Did he have a good time in Tampa?”

“I think so.  I mean he was with his siblings,” Aberdeen laughed.  “Aren’t you happy with me and Siena are home?”

“Sometimes.”

She snorted.  “Anyways, have you finished the last of your work for school?” she asked.  “Siena told me you forgot about a math assignment.”

“Oh my God, I forget about one assignment and I never hear the end of it!” he complained.  William threw his head back in silent laughter.  “You guys never let me hear the end of it!”

“But it’s math, Camden!  Math is your favourite subject!”

“Don’t you guys remember I’m working at like, two grades above my level in math anyway?” he reminded her.  “I’m already, like, gifted in math.  You weren’t gifted.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Is Auston back yet?” he asked.

“I don’t know buddy.  He’s still in Arizona.  But I assume he’ll be coming back soon.  I’m sure there’s ice rinks there he’s practicing on.”

“Is he staying safe?”

“I’m sure he is Camden.  I’m sure he is.”

***

June 19th, 2020

@simmonssteve: POSTMEDIA EXCLUSIVE: Auston Matthews has tested positive for COVID-19.  My breaking story: torontosun.com

***

Aberdeen thought she’d seen Brendan Shanahan angry on her interview day when he was demanding to his former personal assistant that the article written about his daughter be pulled from the Toronto Sun.  She thought she saw Brendan Shanahan at his angriest when she entered his house while he was having a fight with his daughter and the subsequent day when he sent her on a wild goose chase throughout the city to find Niklas Lidstrom’s Swedish jersey.  

Those were a walk in the park compared to how she saw him now, dealing with the leaked information that Auston tested positive for COVID-19.  

She was sure he was ready to burn down his office, the floor, the entire building, the entire Scotiabank Arena.  She knew he wanted to revoke the media access and credentials of the reporter, Steve Simmons, because he had so many strikes against him over the years (Aberdeen would have to research this when she got home), but that he would look like a vindictive and spiteful president if he did so.  She knew he had been on the phone with Auston and his agent and his parents and Kyle and Brad and just about everyone else important within the organization to deal with it.

And all she was doing was sitting in a chair in his office with a mask on.  

She felt her phone buzz in her hand, and when she looked at the screen she saw “Head Empty” on the screen followed by a message.  

hows it going over there?

She took a quick look at Brendan and he was still barking into a phone.  She unlocked her screen and began to type.  

It’s a shit show. Have you heard from Auston?

yea mild symptoms but hes angry doesnt know how it leaked

Who could it have been?

no clue, honestly not like any of us would say something

“Aberdeen, Kyle is coming in,” Brendan said quickly.  His voice was stern but softer than how he was speaking to whoever was on the phone.  He had his hand over the receiver.  “Can you go get us some coffee, please.”

She nodded and got up, making her way out of his office and to the Starbucks where she always went to get their regular orders.  As she took the staircase down to the main floor, her phone began to ring loudly, echoing in the empty space.  She stopped and looked down at her phone.  Auston Matthews.

“Hello?” she asked, truly confused as to why he would be calling her.

“Hey,” he said casually.  “How are you?”

“I’m…fine,” she replied, still confused.  “Is everything okay?”

“Depends,” he said.  “Can you be honest with me?”

She stiffened slightly.  “I’m always honest with you.”

“I know.  But can you be honest with me right now?”

“Yes, of course.”

He paused.  “Do you know who leaked it?”

She closed her eyes.  She let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding in.  “No, I don’t.  But trust me when I say we’re doing everything to find out.  Kyle’s heading over right now and I can only imagine what he and Brendan are going to do to…I don’t know, mitigate this disaster.”

She could hear him sigh on the other end.  “I hope whoever it was gets fired, honest to God.”

“I hope so too.  Pretty sure Brendan wants to get Steve Simmons fired, too, for what it’s worth,” she said.  There was a moment of silence between the two of them before her mouth began speaking quicker than her brain told her not to say anything.  “You don’t think it was me, do you?”

“No, not at all,” he said.  “We all trust you with anything and everything.  We know if something ever got out, it would never be you.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked, genuinely curious.  It was a feat in and of itself to have the utmost trust of absolutely everybody in the locker room.

“Because we know and understand that we all have our secrets, Aberdeen.”

[danakin-skywalker]

ho ho ho fucker !!!

my greeting was in-fact ripped from the great chip bunker himself AND i hope that youve had a great saturday, december 11th (im sorry i know that greeting was aggressive!!)

to start - im really glad that im able to be santa for you!! i love how in-depth you are with every answer and i love reading it all and getting to know you - its a highlight to my mornings now!!

also, theres no such thing as carried away for me! as a fellow (but more recently medicated) person with adhd, i completely understand it all <3

i cant say that we line up on many tv shows, but i dont watch many to begin with... as for movies tho, i love your picks! fun fact ive just recently watched forest gump for the first time this year😳 its embarrassing as a movie lover. AND i dressed up with a friends as pedro (they were napoleon) for halloween in the fourth grade... i got to wear a wig, their brother clothes, and a eyeliner-pencil mustache and silently hold my “vote for pedro” sign. it was truly my peak as a person. midsommar SHOCKED me to my core but i loved it so so much. horror/thriller movies like that really are the cats pajamas

for other hyperfixations... i LOVE!!! i really love the attempt at reading twilight that young 😂 even with an older sibling i had no clue what that was until sixth grade. i 100% relate to the discovery of fanfic really fueling the fire... i wasnt a quizzilla person but i was totally in love with quotev (another quiz/fanfic site if you arent familiar). percy jackson was HUGE for me all throughout middle school and honestly still is - rick riordans world building is truly phenomenal. (gotta say it tho: leo stans rise UP😤)

TODAY lets get into some fun ??? shall we...

if you could choose to live in any fictional universe, which would it be? why?

in this universe, what would your ideal life look like? with danny of course!😉

BONUS: when you answered my question about why you loved danny, you mentioned you loved cats the most. do you have a cat? any pets? if not, do you want any?

remember santa loves u !! and hopes you have not fall victim to any of the “greta van feet” content ive seen on my dash today!

🎅🏼

#26

Good morning santa!! It’s so nice to know you enjoy reading what I wrote in the mornings, I’m glad I can help start your day! It’s funny you mention your feed yesterday because I actually wasn’t on tumblr for most of yesterday- my mom is in town and I spent all day yesterday (and will continue to do so today) helping her and her two work friends navigate Manhattan. It’s super fun, of course, but my mom can be a lot and also I checked my health app when I got home yesterday and I had walked nine miles.

Anyway

I absolutely am familiar with quotev!! That’s where I used to get all my good Teen Wolf fics back in the day (I forgot to mention that in my hyperfixations list- that was a big one too). Also I’m absolutely obsessed with the idea of a fourth grader dressed up as Pedro for Halloween.

Now this is gonna sound funny, but this is one of the first things I thought of when I read your first question and the more I kept thinking about it the more it sounded like super ideal. Okay so if I could live in any fictional universe, I’d wanna live in Pixie Hollow from the Tinker Bell movies. They always look like they’re having a great time just whizzing around doing and making stuff and everything’s so simple and there’s no capitalism I feel like it would just be a really happy life. I feel like I would probably be either a Water fairy or a Winter fairy. After writing this out I feel like this isn’t the direction you were anticipating me taking but oh well santa I live to keep you on your toes. I hope you’re familiar with this fictional universe and I don’t sound crazy lol

Oh wow I did not consider the second question when answering the first. Okay. Danny would be aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuummmmmmm tinker fairy. The cute one who I go to for tools and other work instruments(?) that I break on purpose so that I have more excuses to go see him and have him fix them for me. He’s good with his hands so I feel like it’d fit for him. He’d still have his long hair but it’d be pretty constantly braided back while he’s working, maybe it’d be down when we met at night after the day’s work is done. See this seems like such a simple happy life why aren’t I a small nature fairy whose only responsibility is to create dewdrops what the fuck.

So finally, I am devastated to report that I do not have any pets at the moment. When I was in college I swore to myself that as soon as I was able I would adopt a cat, but my apartment is just so small I feel like a cat (and it’s litterbox) would really overwhelm the space. And a cat is a big responsibility (both financially and just in everyday life) that I’m not sure I’m ready for just yet. THAT BEING SAID, my mom has an absolutely lovely tuxedo cat named Hamilton that she adopted last year from a cat cafe in my college town on a visit. I love him dearly even though the love is pretty one-sided, but he puts up with me whenever I’m home visiting and that’s all I can ask for.

I love u dearly secret santa and I hope you’re having a good weekend. I appreciated your chip bunker reference also

[365days365movies]

April 3, 2021: Duck Soup (Review)

I think I’m a Marx Brothers fan now?

I really liked this movie. I really did, and it’s genuinely one of my favorite comedies so far this month...even if I don’t think it’s as good as the other two. A paradox, I’m aware. But, to treat this like the others, let’s see what happened to the Marx Brothers after this film.

Unlike Chaplin and Keaton, I won’t be going as in detail about these guys individually. They were successful throughout the 1940s, partnered with UA (unsurprisingly), and each eventually split off on their separate ways. Zeppo was first in 1933, right after Duck Soup, as he really wasn’t as featured as the rest of them. He and Gummo Marx went into business together, making a gigantic talent agency. Both were also engineers later in life, with Gummo making raincoats, and Zeppo making plane parts!

The remaining three persisted, then also eventually went their separate ways. Chico got WAY into gambling, racking up a fuckton of debt in the process, but he also starting a big band act. Harpo continued to perform on screen and stage for the rest of his life. And Groucho...well, Groucho never really stopped. Television appearances and film appearances persisted well into the ‘50s and ‘60s, until Groucho stepped away...for a bit, anyway.

And then, well...Chico dies on October 11, 1961, of severe arteriosclerosis, and at the age of 74. This broke all of the brothers (and their sister), especially Groucho. Three years later, shortly after an appearance on stage in September 1964, Harpo died of heart failure. Again, this broke Groucho, and the remaining three brothers. The only one of the brothers left to perform now was Groucho, so let’s look at him a little more, shall we?

Groucho, with his iconic eyebrows and greasepaint mustache, was BY FAR the most famous of the brothers. He was married three times, all of which ended in divorce. With the last one, he was 40 years his wife’s senior. WOW. OK. He had three children, two of whom had children of their own. And by the time of his last divorce, Groucho was 79 years old, and was a Hollywood and television legend (due to his appearances as host of the show You Bet Your Life in the 1940s and ‘50s). Also, fun fact, dude LITERALLY danced on Hitler’s grave! HA! NICE!

He continued making appearances in the ‘70s, which may have been the result of his agent Erin Fleming, who maaaaaaaay have pushed the elderly actor too hard. This is also considering the increasingly senility that Marx was experiencing, being in his 80s at this point. Eventually, she was fired, and Marx began to settle into his old age. He was given an honorary Academy Award in 1974, and given a standing ovation. This is the last time that he would appear publicly in such a major setting. Gummo died in April of 1977, and Groucho followed soon afterwards, passing away on August 19, 1977, at the age of 86.

Zeppo, the youngest of the brothers, would pass away in November of 1979 at the age of 78, of lung cancer, and was the last of the Marx Brothers alive. And so goes one of the greatest families in film history. Hot damn. I really should watch more of their films.

But let’s FINALLY talk about this picture! What exactly did I think, after all that? Check here for the Recap, and read on for the Review!

Review

Cast and Acting: 9/10

MAN, the Marx Bros are great! Like, holy shit! Zeppo, sadly, doesn’t really get a chance to truly shine, which was something that haunted his career with his brothers (and eventually led him to leave the group altogether). Harpo and Chico are both REALLY good here, playing off each other and playing to their strengths individually. Seriously, they’re great...but nobody here is as good as Groucho Marx. Like, dear Lord, Groucho is fantastic in this movie. Sure, a lot of that is in the writing and jokes, but the DELIVERY of those jokes! Hot damn! So, why the 9? Well...everybody else. Sorry, Margaret Dumont and  Louis Calhern are just in a different film entirely. In fact...they’re actually not in a film, but in a play. Yeah, Dumont especially is acting for the stage, rather than for a film audience. And...eh. It’s not terrible, but it definitely shows. Still, the Marx Brothers more than make up for any flaws there.

Plot and Writing: 9/10

I thought the Marx Bros. wrote this movie, but no! Instead, it’s Bert Kalmar, Harry Ruby, Arthur Sheekman, and Nat Perrin. Kalmar and Ruby were a songwriting duo, who had been working with the Marx Bros. on stage for years before they’d been in film. Sheekman was their writer for a few of these stage productions as well, and Nat Perrin was a film screenwriter, who would eventually move on to producing and writing...the original Addams Family TV series? DAMN! All four men were friends to the Marx Bros. throughout their lives, and they injected their flair into this film. So, why the 9? The jokes are absolutely fantastic, for sure...but the ending is a little abrupt for me, and hindered by the random-ass musical number near the end. Nitpicking, in other words. It’s still fantastic.

Directing and Cinematography: 9/10

Hey, Leo McCarey, how’s it been? I think you did a pretty good job with this one, although I’m not going to claim that it’s my favorite. I do think An Affair to Remember was a little better than this, direction-wise. But Henry Sharp, your cinematography is goddamn SOLID in this movie, real talk. Still, good job to you both!

Production and Art Design: 9/10

And yeah, this film does look great. Despite not being based off of a stage production, it certainly feels like I’m watching I professionally produced play. The budget for this one must’ve been high, because the costuming and sets are pretty well-constructed all around. Not The General or The Gold Rush good, but still great.

Music and Editing: 9/10

And finally, the music. Done by the afore-mentioned Bert Kalmary and Harry Ruby, this music is...mostly pretty great. The opening song is a little off for me, and I’m not a massive fan of the random ending number, but the songs are still well-made and performed. Seriously, I don’t have any real complaints about it all, even though I would put in in my playlist or anything. And LeRoy Stone’s editing is also pretty solid, while we’re at it.

For you, Marx Bros., I grant a 90%!

This movie is a hell of a lot of fun, and a great introduction to the Marx Bros. I really need to watch Animals Crackers and A Night at the Opera, now. I love it, seriously.

But now that we’re into talkies, I think it’s time to revisit somebody from the past, attempting to break into this new era. I could go for a Laurel and Hardy film, or the Three Stooges, or even Abbott and Costello (yeah, forgot to mention them in the Recap Intro, sorry), but...no. No, we need to move on into the realm of talkies, and also close out this early era with an old friend...who isn’t doing great right now.

April 4, 2021: The Great Dictator, dir. Charlie Chaplin

[meggie-stardust]

GUNDAM WING - REWATCH - 29 - 30

29. Heroine of the Battlefield

There’s a lot of white dudes at this table. Problem ILR, problem in the AC timeline

Also there’s a lot of races in the world, just not in this room..

It’s weird that Relena thinks she needs to wear her hair like a founding father to be taken seriously

Relena you weren’t even raised by the Peacecrafts, so how did learn their ways??

Relena: We don’t dislike the Romefeller foundation, we’re just disappointed

Heero doesn’t know what a pineapple is...?

Heero: Quatre, play with the dogs, IDK what to do with them

Heero’s gotten quite chatty when he’s around Quatre and random mustache man

Sally is still such a HBIC -- WAIT is she the titular herione of the battlefield? She fuckin should be

Sally: I’d rather sink than let you have this Gundam.

I don’t remember her being so rad

And Noin is also great

That rescue! You should date. Hot. 9xS POWER COUPLE

They’re trying to CRAFT a new era of PEACE . Wink wink nudge nudge

Is that the most badass Quatre is? Hanging out of a plane with a machine gun.

Heero calling Quatre his partner is like A+ character development

I forgot Dorothy has this like Cruella de Vil car

And Relena has the Mary Kay car. She must have sold hella makeup to her old school friends. 

How does the Sanc Kingdom have a school already

Is Dorothy trying to make up for something with her car?

Pegan is half ventriloquist’s dummy, half Alfred

Is Noin also from the Sanc Kingdom? Before she joined Oz?

30. Reunion with Relena

Heero’s inability to do anything but fight is sad

Wet hair Quatre is good look. He’s going through his emo phase without Trowa

There’s always some asshole solider in the area being a jerk to an apple vendor

I like this dude with the sunglasses

“I’m a Gundam Pilot” oh we’re just telling everyone that now??

Heero’s priorities involve making sure there are no civilian casualties, and making the Leo suddenly an effective mobile suit

The Sanc Kingdom School feels like a finishing school for rich white girls disguised as something else

Dorothy: We’re all gonna die Relena, don’t worry…

Dorothy has the weird blind eyes like Catherine

“Sanc Kingdom??? What is that????”

Look we all have problems, Dorothy just has the bloodlust for war

If the mobile dolls can have both features of Mercurius Vayette why did they have two different models?

Quatre’s like sorry, gotta go, need your mobile suit, byeeeeee

Heero is still just waiting to die

OH you can just punch a mobile doll and that’s effective

Those shields aren’t really effective against tiny lasers or big beam canons

Awesome timing from Noin

Releana, be cool. Bee cool Relena.

Relena leans on the stairs and gazes as Heero like a goddamn crazy person

Come one Relena, we said be cool.

Thoughts:

I am so glad I ended my last review with a real prediction because I totally forgot that a bunch of stuff happens before we really see Epyon. 

I am so stoked to see Dorothy again; I always found her to be an intriguing character, and now that @mpanighetti​ and I are working on an alignment chart, I’m super interested in following her character. 

I also forgot how these two episodes feel like one long one... Even writing this up a few days later, I forgot what happened in each, and even made a meme for the wrong episode... (other memes I could have made: Heero: Is this a ball? with a pineapple instead of a butterfly; Relenda freaking out when Heero comes back... maybe I’ll make more later)

What I think I remember for the next episode(s):

EPYON EYPON EPYON! Is it time yet??? I will also take more Duo, thanks. 

[broken-clover]

Goretober Day 28- Sensory

I don’t even know what I’m doing at this point. And I’m okay with that! I might try to go back and do the prompts I missed before or after the end of the month, I’ll decide later.

This was a fun prompt! Not exactly gorey, but still fun! Finally got around the using Bedman, though it’s from Ky’s POV

Ky Kiske walked into Zepp’s main assembly building with a sense of grim apprehension. He knew full well that the tasks of his job weren’t always pleasant ones, but knowing didn’t necessarily make it any easier. All he could do was try and get through them as quickly as possible.

He followed the arrow signs until they directed him to the door of the debate room. To his surprise, it wasn’t already full when he opened the door. Instead, there was only one massive man, idling nearby one of the tables.

“Oh, Potemkin. Gabriel mentioned you’d be here.”

The man turned at the sound of his voice, and offered a cordial nod. “Good morning, your majesty. I was not expecting you’d be here so early.”

Puzzled, Ky pulled a watch from his pocket, staring at it intently until the realization hit him. “Ahh. I forgot that Zepp doesn’t abide by the standard time zones. I didn’t even realize I was.” He put the object away. “And there’s no need for the title. ‘Ky’ is just fine.”

“Hopefully, the rest of the delegates should be arriving within the next hour. Gabriel would like to have this issue sorted out as quickly as possible.” Potemkin said. “I don’t doubt that you feel the same way.”

“I hope we can all come to an agreement. It would be inhumane and a waste of resources to make this drag out.”

“Inhumane?”

“Inhumane.” Ky repeated. “I don’t discard my morality when it comes to criminals, even ones of his caliber.”

“That’s an interesting mindset, your majesty.”

The king stiffened up at the new voice, turning towards it. President Gabriel entered the room, arms folded behind his back.

“Mister president.” Ky held a hand out. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. Thank you for being willing to host the meeting here.”

Gabriel shook his hand. “The pleasure is all mine. It’s no trouble at all. I’m sure Potemkin has said, I’m eager to be through with this.”

“Has he been especially troublesome? Any escape attempts?”

“No, we’ve managed to keep him on lockdown and under close watch. I’ll admit, I’m rather proud of this specialized facility. He’s been entirely pacified his entire stay.”

Ky laced his fingers together. “If I may ask, where do you have him held? Will you be bringing him out for the debate?”

“I’m afraid that would be an unwise decision.” Gabriel shook his head. “We plan to keep Bedman under strict lock and key until the time comes to enact whatever sentence we’ve decided upon.”

He wasn’t sure if he liked that, but Ky decided that there was a logic to it. Zepp was responsible for his detention, but they hadn’t been allowed to determine a final verdict. It was agreed upon for an international criminal with no known country of origin that a discussion would be held to meet a mutual agreement for his sentencing. It would make sense that they would want to be careful when it came to security. Making any sort of decision would be pointless if he’d managed to escape before it could be carried out.

“Would it be possible for me to see him before the hearing? I’m interested in this 'specialized facility' of yours.”

Gabriel stroked his mustache. “If anyone else asked me that, I would have immediately said no. But I respect you. It seems we still have a bit of time, I don’t think there would be any harm. The facility is next door, follow me.”

++++++

Illyria was cutting-edge in most fields, but Zepp was something else entirely. They used completely different forms of technology, making it difficult to tell just how advanced and elaborate their facilities were in comparison. The locks and lights were electric, and Ky was thankful for Gabriel’s presence, because he was unsure if he’d have been able to decipher the strange locks on his own. At least the numerous doors helped give off the impression of the facility being secure.

“Do you work here, Potemkin?”

“Sometimes.” The man at his side spoke. “I generally stick to areas of defense and diplomacy, but I assist in scientific developments where I can.”

“Is that what this is, then? A research laboratory?” Ky asked. “This doesn’t seem much like a prison.”

“It is.” Gabriel said. “It’s special. Suited for especially dangerous criminals. Each cell is suitably tailored to its occupant. Zepp doesn’t support capital punishment. We’re capable of handling some of the most dangerous people on the planet safely, securely, and humanely.”

Ky could only wonder what sorts of other people must have been hidden away behind the numerous doors. He didn’t have much time to think about it, though. They approached a pane of glass in the wall, and Gabriel held up a hand, signaling for them to stop.

“Here we are. Cell 6H. What do you think, your majesty? How does it hold up to Illyria?”

It couldn’t be a cell, Ky though to himself. That couldn’t be right. He knew prison cells weren’t exactly spacious, but it had to be only half the size, if he was being generous. There was barely enough space for the single fixture that sat in it.

Compared to the sleek, modern appearance of the building, the chair looked positively medieval. It was an ugly, heavy-looking thing outfitted with shackles and straps. Ky could see Bedman tied down into it, held immobile up to his throat. He’d been blindfolded as well, and with a gag around his mouth. A large pair of headphones were firmly clamped over his ears, and a peculiar clear tube descended from a small hole in the ceiling, eventually sliding down and vanishing into the folds of his shirt. The room was pure white aside from that, though Ky could tell it meant nothing. The prisoner couldn’t even see past the mask as he was forced to face the far wall. It was difficult to tell if he was even conscious.

“W-what on earth...is this?”

“We took into account the dossier notes sent in by King Leo.” Potemkin didn’t seem to notice the horror in his voice. “While his abilities are still largely undocumented, we know that it requires some degree of focus. The headphones issue irregular noises at various decibels and frequencies to be as disruptive as possible.”

“Every aspect has been designed to be as disruptive as possible, without causing any physical harm.” Gabriel spoke up. “The immobility and sensory deprivation make focus nearly impossible. Hence, there’s no concern for him plotting an escape route. It’s an effective, but humane method.”

His throat suddenly felt dry. Ky swallowed. “What’s the tube for?”

“Well, humans need to eat, of course. We initially planned to use the peripheral method, but most of the veins in his arms were too fragile to be used. Besides, the superior vena cava is more suitable for long-term usage.”

“Long-term…?” Ky slowly turned to the soldier. “How frequently is he allowed outside of that room?”

Gabriel shook his head. “To ensure safety and security, he’s been confined to the cell ever since he was transferred here.”

“You haven’t even removed the blindfold?”

“That is correct, your majesty.”

“That’s inhumane!”

“It’s a precautionary measure, your majesty. You know the sorts of things this child is capable of.”

Ky couldn’t find a reply to that. Gabriel wasn’t wrong. There was a reason he had asked Zepp to handle the matter in the first place. But this...this felt wrong, too. What could one do in such a state? What was it like, being trapped in darkness, with nothing to touch or taste or smell and nothing but blaring alarms and shrill noises to listen to?

“Oh dear, look at the time.” Gabriel looked at his watch and gestured to his two companions. “The others will be arriving soon. Your majesty, would you be willing to cut this visit short?”

Ky forced himself to look away from the window, taking a shuddery breath. He tried to rationalize it to himself- he’d killed people, and that was not a crime that could go unpunished. But no matter how many times and ways he tried to explain and justify, it couldn’t get rid of the pit of unease in his stomach.