#I swear that if it could help her I'd give her my organs I'd give her some of the years I have left

[sar3nka]

Well fuck they can't remove the tumor in Bezi so it's pretty much a death sentence. The only hope is that her meds will stop the growth completely and she lives a month or 3 at best...

She's fine now, will talk to the vet a bit in like an hour and see what are the options. But the surgeon who called me to inform me abt all this told me not to get my expectations very high

[hobis-hope95]

Blessed by the Gods pt.2

fancast!Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader

Part 1

Summary: You and Benji decide that, for the better or the worse, you'd follow through what you began. So, with a little help and some persuasion, you pursuit the permission you need to try for a happy ending, with Benjicot Blackwood always by your side.

Warnings: 18+ (minors, please DNI), some fluff (more than the last one), minor fighting description (no blood mentions though), swearing, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, kinda breeding kink, praising kink, mentions of pregnancy and a few self insertions from yours truly.

Authors note: Hey guys, so... I know I took long enough with this one and I'm sorry if I made anyone wait for so much time (I am a reader as well and I know how it is to wait that long). First I want to apologize for the format that this is being delivered (this is how I normally start an idea, but with so much that is going on in this final part I could not get myself to write it "fluidly", so I thought that this would be better than nothing, I'm so sorry ;-;), second is that I work in two hospitals and the free time I have I struggle to organize between sleeping, watching Kieran's tts, reading other fanfics, writing my own, having some quality time with my mom, playing with my dogs and studying for my postgraduate course (I don't know if this is how it's written but I think you get it) so it's a lot. But enough with all the excuses, I hope that you like it, even though I think I could've done better, and I'd love to get some opinions, because all constructive critics are valid and I'd love to know what can I do to get better!!

After all this blabber of mine, enjoy your reading! 🌻✨

Word count: 3.716

You both stayed in each other's arms for a while, talking about the future and kissing, before Benji decided that it was time they went to Raventree Hall to then head to Riverrun. 

He stood, put back his breeches, and helped you stand, but as you did, you felt the ache in the middle of your thighs, your legs almost giving out as he held you firmly against his chest. 

He didn’t say it with all letters, but he did feel his ego inflate in knowing you were struggling to walk because of him. But because of that he had to carry you on his back.  

So, he covered you in his cloak, smoothing your dress and trying to sweep most of the dirt from it, before he knelt in front of you to carry you on his back (come on, bridal style may be more romantic but is way harder guys) 

All the way to the castle you both teased each other “If you wanted me that much you could’ve asked, didn’t need to stalk me to the weirwood tree” He laughed, a smirk on his lips, and as you turned your face to take a glance at him, you sighed in disbelief “As if I would do such a thing, the one that doesn’t stop looking at me in the assizes and the boundary is you” 

As you get to the castle, he orders you to cover your face with the hood and stay quiet. He gets inside without anyone questioning who he’s caring (but ofc with some staring at his back from the guards) and right after he gets to his room, closing the door and placing you seated in his bed, his aunt gets inside and you panic, facing the floor and pulling at the hood of the cloak. 

“Who is that and why does the guards say they saw you carrying her from the woods, Benjicot?” She demands, her voice unaltered but her tone imposing respect, and he scratches his chin awkwardly “Uhm, that’s the daughter of Amos Bracken and, well, she fell in the woods” 

You take the hood off, looking at the Black Aly, and admit “I am the one to blame, I went to the woods that I knew were in Blackwood territory, but still didn’t care for, then Benji found me and...”  

You stopped talking, your mouth opened but extremely embarrassed to voice the rest of it, your cheeks blushing and feeling hot – even though the day wasn’t that warm – as you looked to Benjicot 

“And we may have engaged in some more... let’s say... private activities” He awkwardly finished the thought, his brows furrowed, and you covered your face with both hands 

“So, you are telling me you just couldn’t control yourselves and engaged in intercourse in the middle of the woods?” As Alysanne concluded, one hand massaging the bridge of her nose, Benji’s eyebrows shot up 

“Well, putting it like that makes it sound-” You interrupted him as you stood up and hugged yourself 

“Stupid and inconsequential, yes” You looked at him, accusing eyes making him point to himself as he mouthed an ‘me?’ but he didn’t stop your next words “He started the whole thing, but it wasn’t something that I didn’t want as well” 

The older woman sighed and asked “What are you two going to do about it?” And for that Benji quickly responded “She’s going to need another dress, but the plan was to go to Riverrun and ask Kermit for him to engage us, so her father may accept it”

“I don’t know if you agree, but I found this as being the least conflicting way for us” You argued right after he stopped talking and Aly sighed 

“I have to say that yes, it may be the best option, so I’ll help you. First, your clothes, come with me. You send a raven to Lord Kermit and ask for three horses to be ready in 15 minutes” The older woman said as she went to you, resting a hand on your back, and pointed to her nephew, who quickly went to his table to write the message 

You went to Lady Alysanne’s chambers and changed to a black and red dress that was the closest to your size, her only arching her brows when she saw the ripped golden dress she’s just so done with their thoughtless actions 

And soon enough you three were riding to Riverrun Benji was just so whipped to see you in his House colours and smirked when he saw you shift uncomfortably in the saddle 

The ride was short and silent, and you thanked the gods when you arrived and had no sign of your father or any Bracken in there 

When Kermit saw you walking to him together with the two Blackwoods, he rubbed his eyes in annoyance “Please do not tell me that it is about the boundary stones again” 

“Actually, it isn’t. The matter is that we want to be wed, and we were willing that you could perhaps convince Lord Bracken to accept it” Benjicot said, and Lord Tully took a minute to process it all, his eyes widening as his brows shot up 

“Okay, now I wished for it to be about the boundary stones” The poor Lord only wants to not deal with Bracken and Blackwood shit anymore, give the man a break

“Please, my lord, you are the only one able to convince my father and...” You shifted, nervously and embarrassed to what you were going to say “And?” He asked, but you just looked at Benji, who held your hand in his 

“And we may expect for a pregnancy in the next few moons” A few of the servants that were in the room gasped and Kermit let out an incredulous laughter 

“So you went that way, then? I truly cherish you, my friend, but why must you make my life so much harder?” He sighed before he called his maester inside “Please, send a message for Amos Bracken that I need to discuss urgent matters with him, with haste, and later send another message for house Frey, apologizing and saying their Lord Paramount had a change of plans” 

“I’m really sorry, my lord” You took a step forward and bowed in apology, but he dismissed it “I knew one day or another this would happen, so do not worry, I just wished it had happened sooner, for now I must arrange another marriage for Forrester Frey” 

After that you were all dismissed to rest until the arrival of Amos Bracken and you grabbed Benji's arm with a strong grip, mumbling as you turned to leave the hall “You made me sore, you idiot” 

Benji almost choked trying not to laugh and replied “You have no idea of how it pleases me to know that” 

And as soon as you are out of the great hall, Benji asks for a servant to take you to a place to rest and the servant complies, saying that it has already been arranged as she takes you to another room  

After a couple of hours, you are requested to get back to the great hall for your father had arrived and when you get there he frowns in confusion  

When Benji arrives right after you, his expression turns to pure rage 

“Lord Amos, I know that I have granted you permission to marry your daughter to Forrester Frey” Kermit started as you placed yourself next to your father “But it seems to me that this union is not to be blessed, and another proposal seemed more reasonable” 

“Excuse me, my lord, but what exactly do you mean by that?” Your father enquires and you feel your throat dry 

“Lord Benjicot came to me with a really good proposal of bringing peace to both your families by marrying your daughter and me, as your Lord Paramount, see this as a good opportunity, one we should not miss because of our ego or unsolved matters of the past” 

“You expect me to give my daughter to this- this boy who knows nothing about honour and will most likely corrupt her into hating her own family?”  

You lowered your head when your father talked about corruption, remembering how just a couple hours ago you were more than eager to let yourself be bred by a Blackwood - and him only - and to carry his babe, and your face turned red with embarrassment  

“You may find it surprising, lord Amos, but I do not care or have any intentions on corrupting anyone” Liar, you thought, but wouldn’t dare to pronounce the words, as you lifted back your head to look at Benjicot, who had stepped closer to your father and yourself “I wish to marry her mostly for the prospect of peace and for that I would respect any of her wishes and let her as close to her family as possible” 

“And why should I agree with it if you can possibly change your mind and just have her as someone to torture and use as a threat while you do as you please?” You wanted to say to your father to trust him, but that would sound as childish words with no guarantee whatsoever 

“Because your daughter may, at this very moment, already be carrying my child and despite of what you believe, I do have honour, as I would not let this baby live without a father and I would never do any harm to the mother of my children” 

If Amos Bracken was angry with Kermit’s proposal, now he was furious with Benji’s words, so much so that his face was becoming red 

“What in the seven hells did you say about my daughter?” He turned to you, and you could not hide your fear, your eyes widening “What is he insinuating?” 

After a moment of hesitation, you took a deep breath and answered, your hands closed in fists beside your body so tight that your nails were hurting your flesh “He is right father, I willingly laid with him and I do not wish for the child to grow apart from his father if I’m truly pregnant, but I would never stop loving my House and family, I swear” 

In a fit of rage, lord Bracken turned back to Benjicot, grabbed his sword from his hips, and tried attacking the younger man 

You were glad that lord Blackwood was as good with a sword as the rumours said, for his reaction was quick enough that before the blade could hit him, the loud *CLANG* of swords resonated through the hall 

The guards wasted no time and in a moment were around both men and Kermit Tully raised from his seat 

But before any men could react, you screamed as hard as you could, and took the advantage of their confusion to stand between your father and your lover 

“Enough!!” You said – tired of being the good daughter and polite lady, moving with the adrenaline of it all – and turned to your father, letting Benji face your back “I know that what I did was not the best decision I could have done, but I did it, we did it, and I have no regrets” 

“This feud between our Houses has been going on for too long and it’s time for some change and a bit of peace. We came to lord Tully for his approval, which he gave, and like it or not, my lord father, we are going to get married” 

“I love you, mom and our family and I love our House, but- but between a marriage with someone twice my age for just another senseless alliance of yours and a Blackwood, I prefer the one with an alliance that would truly benefit both” 

All men in the room with swords in hand lowered their arms, Benjicot being the first one, and after a few long seconds with your eyes on his, your father gave in 

“It had to be a Blackwood?” He asked, his sword lowered next to his body, and you answer “I know, I’m sorry father, but you can’t control one’s heart” 

You and your father have a cute little moment, he hugs you and all, and after all calmed down, he apologizes to lord Tully and agrees with the proposal  

Your engagement would last 3 weeks, so it could be properly arranged, which made you grunt a little but accept it anyway 

That night all of you feast on Riverrun – as it was already too late to get back – and to your surprise, after the first minutes of awkwardness, your father and Benjicot started getting on seemingly well 

You and Benji had time to get to know each other better, forgetting the rest of the world as you laughed at his stories, both whipped as hell 

And when he discovered that you actually frequently went to that one clearing, he praised your hiding abilities

And for the next three weeks you spend all the time you can together in your short courtship, but rarely alone 

When Benji would come to Stone Hedge, one of your father’s guards or your mom’s servants would follow you and never lose sight  

When you went to Raventree Hall, Black Aly would make sure that the same happened  

Even when you’d meet outside, near the boundary or walking through the woods, someone would always follow 

Still, that didn’t prevent you to hold hands, sit on the grass with your legs touching or him to bring your faces together for a delicate kiss to your lips 

All the light touches, the way he would lick his lips and open a smirk while looking at yours and the way he would purposely choose narrow paths in the woods to guide you from behind – his hands never leaving your hips and his mouth blowing on your ear every time he spoke – were driving you crazy, leaving you lightheaded and with reddened cheeks 

And he adored your reactions, proudly smirking when you shifted on your seat or avoided his gaze the devil in disguise, that little shit

And speaking of this, he loved when you tried to provoke him as well, with your lingering touch on his arm or chest, the way you’d lean down and your chest would be on full display, and how you’d kiss his cheek for longer than necessary  

By the day before your marriage, both were desperate for one another, but still kept it on those soft touches and light kisses 

After two weeks you sadly discover that you aren’t pregnant, for your monthly comes one day after waking up and feeling cramps on your lower abdomen. Even so, that was long forgotten, and you knew that soon enough you’d have more than enough times to try for a pregnancy

The Wedding Day 

You both decided that the ceremony would be held by the Old Gods tradition, but instead of choosing the Godswood in Stone Hedge or Raventree Hall, you agreed it would take place on that beautiful clearing in the woods 

The ceremony felt almost magical, the moon so beautiful in the night sky throwing rays of light between the leaves, and Benjicot felt like his heart could just jump out of his chest when he saw you dressed all in white  

As your father and the guests held torches to guide you to your groom, who was standing right in front of the weirwood tree next to his aunt, you felt the happiest woman on earth 

As Alysanne Blackwood started the ceremony with the question “Who comes before the Old Gods this night?” You felt like you could burst, your heart beating as fast as it could be 

As the few sentences are exchanged between your father and your aunt-to-be, they both turn to you, who quickly answers Aly’s last question “I take this man” 

The ceremony continues and soon enough you are lifted in Benji’s arms, your faces just a breath away, as he carries you to the wedding party, being the last ones to leave the clearing  

“Who would say that this clearing could bring a couple together?” You asked after taking a last glance at the place 

“We may never know how the Gods work, but they do find their way to bring people together” He smirked at you as you blushed, remembering that day that already felt long gone, and he leaned in to kiss you, your hand on his nape as you gave in to his sweet lips  

When you both arrived at the feast, the guests all cheer and soon enough you both are dancing, feasting and talking to some of the too many faces in the room 

Most of the night Benji is right next to you, a possessive hand on the small of your back, and you are glad to see that he pays no attention to other women present there, safe from his aunt and your mother 

After three or four hours of all that, noticing that the guests are far from leaving, you quietly ask your husband “Do we need to stay any longer?” 

“I was about to suggest for us to leave, actually” He answer as the hand on your back starts to lightly push you towards the small door in a corner of the big dining hall 

“Don’t we need to inform anyone about us leaving?” You ask, quickly looking through the room, but he just says that your absence would be noticed soon enough  

Your steps are quick, both too eager to get to your shared chambers to actually care if anyone saw you both almost running through the halls which a few servants did, but no comments were made apart from something on the lined of ‘oh, those youngsters in love’ 

Barely making an effort to close the door behind you, Benjicot lost no time before hovering over you, his hands on your hips pulling you as close as he could and his lips smashing over yours 

Differently from your last time, your husband now took his time on undressing you, taking care for nothing to rip apart or hurt you in the process 

And after both of you were fully naked, his warmth welcoming you closer, he took you in his arms and lied you on the big bed 

“Now is when I break your father’s hopes of not corrupting you, for I want to hear your sweet voice saying you’re all mine, wife” He said as his lips roamed through your skin, leaving love bites and kisses along the way until he got to the middle of your thighs 

He ate you out like you were his own private feast, each moan and little quiver making him more invested on making you cum 

When one of your hands pulled on his hair, he moaned against your cunt, the vibrations hitting right at your clit, and you moaned his name like a prayer 

Not long after he squeezed two fingers inside you, hitting the spot that made you see stars repeatedly, curling them inside you as his tongue worked on your clit  

Soon enough you nearly screamed when your orgasm hit you like a powerful wave, your whole body turning into melted iron 

Benjicot didn’t stop right away, slowly and carefully reducing his pace, and only then did he lifted his head, your fluids leaving almost half of his face glistening  

“Husband, please, I want you inside me now” You whined, feeling a slight breeze hit your sensitive core as he moved back to be face to face with you 

“So bossy and so beautiful” Benji said as he saw your expression, blown watery pupils looking at him, pleading for him to take you “My lady Blackwood, do you want my cock that bad?” 

“Yes, I want you, please” You begged, your hands reaching for any part of him you could touch 

He leaned down to kiss you, your taste on his tongue, and he stroked himself before aligning his tip to your entrance 

And when he got inside you, oh Gods how you loved this 

This time with all the time in the world, he made love to you, shifting his pace every so often to make it last but also giving in to his desires 

In no time, both of you started to moan each other’s names, talking about belonging to each other and exchanging sloppy kisses  

When he felt your walls tighten around his cock, he hurried himself and soon after you came together, your moans mixing when he kissed you 

After catching his breath, he held your hips and rolled you both on the bed, lying on your sides and retreating from inside you, your legs tangled in a comfortable position 

“I love you” After a moment of silence you let out, your eyes scanning his in fear of rejection, but all you saw was a soft expression, a bright smile on his face that brought butterflies to your stomach  

“One month ago I would’ve rejected the idea of even liking you, but now I cannot think of living without you” He brushed a lock of your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead “In these three weeks you taught me to love you, to crave your attention and your smile and now I can’t wait to form a family with you” 

“I can’t wait to bear your children, husband” You said, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, and he pulled you closer by the hip, a smirk on his face 

“So we better not waste any more time, wife” Benji said before turning you on your back again 

The two of you loved each other for the rest of the night and all nights that followed, so soon enough your pregnancy was announced and the promise of a family finally came to fruition.  

The love for each other only grew as time passed by and a peace that few believed to be possible was finally a reality in the Riverlands.  

So that's it, again I'm really sorry for the way I delivered this to y'all, but I just couldn't delay it anymore trying to fit it all together like a full text.

Thank you for all the likes, reblogs and comments in part one and feel free to leave a comment, I'd love that! 🌻✨

Tag: @jevoislavieenrouge

[shyywriter]

Jax's Only Weakness

Fandom - The Amazing Digital Circus

Summary - Jax decides to spend his time bugging Ragatha. Unfortunately for him, Ragatha ends up discovering a little secret about Jax and uses it against him.

Note: Sorry for the wait. I ended up getting sick for a while. But now that I've pretty much recovered, I can finally finish this fic.

Jax walked through the halls, with his usual smug grin. He likes to go around and find a way to entertain himself, usually by finding someone to pull another one of his pranks on. He WAS just gonna go mess with Gangle, given that she was the easiest target. But, on his way there, Jax couldn't help but perk up at Ragatha's door. He grinned wider and went over, deciding that he would pester his favorite ragdoll. Jax grinned, slyly, as he knocked on Ragatha's door, repeatedly. He didn't stop knocking until she answered, swinging the door open with a slightly irritated look. Ragatha stood in the doorway with her hand on her hip, definitely not amused with Jax's antics. Or the smug smile that he was giving her. "Do you have to do that, Jax?", she said as she looked up at him. Jax shrugged, nonchalantly. "Sure I do. It's polite to knock.", he said as he winked at her. Jax then, casually, pushed passed Ragatha and walked into her room, not even waiting for her to allow him in. " 'Sides, you made me give back the key to your room. So, it's not like I could've just let myself in." Jax hopped onto Ragatha's bed, messing up the neatly folded sheets, as he let himself get comfortable. He sighed before looking over at Ragatha, still wearing his smug grin. "So, anyways, how's it going, dollface?"

Ragatha groaned as she shut the door behind her, folding her arms as she walked over to Jax with a scolding look. "Jax, was there something that you wanted? Or did you really just come here to cause trouble, like you normally do?" Jax just barely managed to hold back a snicker at Ragatha's tone. It was always such a hoot when he managed to get under her skin. Well...sort of her skin. "Whaaat? Can't a guy just want to hang out with one of his best friends in the world?" Jax flashed a sly smile at her as he spoke in his casual tone. "It's not like YOU have anything better to do." Ragatha put her hands on her hips as she raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jax, casually, checked his nails, even though he was wearing gloves. "Oh, nothing. It's just that organizing your bow collection, or tryin' to make a dumb collage, ain't exactly what I'd call exhilarating, dollface." Ragatha scoffed as she scowled down at Jax, standing next to the bed. The nerve of this guy! "Well, at least, I'm not hiding any bugs inside of my friends' rooms! Jax!" Jax continued to grin as he shrugged his arms. "Hey, you don't know, for sure, that it's me. Could be Kinger. You know the guy's CRAZY about insects or whatever." Ragatha groaned as she rolled her eye. "I swear, Jax, you are just unbelievable, sometimes.", she said as she poked him in the ribs. Though, something happened that she wasn't expecting. Jax's breath hitched as he jumped, wrapping his arms around himself in alarm.

Ragatha's eye widened as she pulled her hand back. What was that? There was an awkward pause before Ragatha decided to do it again, this time getting a stifled squeak before Jax batted her hand away while glaring at her. "H-Hey! Knock it off, will ya?" Ragatha stared down at Jax with a puzzled look. The squeak. The blush on his face. The way he was protecting himself. That could only mean...

"Jax? Are you-" "No! I'm not!" Jax cut Ragatha off before she could say it. He knew what she was going to ask. But, as if he would actually let her in on one of his biggest secrets. "You didn't even let me finish.", she said as she started to smirk a bit. Jax crossed his arms as he looked off to the side. He was still blushing, slightly, as he tried to brush it off. Though, his defensive tone was giving him away. "Yeah, well, it doesn't matter. Because the answer is still no. So, why don't you just lay off it." Ragatha's smirk grew as she looked at him with a knowing look. Oh, yeah. He definitely was. "You know, Jax, it's not a very good idea to be so rude to your 'best friend in the world'. Especially, when you're so...ticklish." Jax's face fell and his blush deepened. He turned to Ragatha with a warning glare as he got even more defensive. "I-I said to lay off it, Rags! I already told you that I'm not!" Ragatha's knowing smirk grew into a cheeky smile as she got closer to him, ever so slowly. "Oh, yeah? Then how come you're getting nervous?". She then gave him another poke to his ribs, as she says, "And how come you jump every time I do this?" Jax jumped and let out another stifled sound, before wrapping his arms around himself, again, as he started trying to lean away from Ragatha. "Would you stop that?! And quit givin' me that look!" Ragatha let out a mischievous giggle as she got even closer. She makes a clawing motion with her hands as they reach out for Jax. Jax's expression became more nervous and panicked as he looked at Ragatha. "R-Rags? Don't even think about it. I'm warning you, dollface! Get away from me! I'm not-ACK!"

Jax was cut off by Ragatha pouncing and tackling him down to the bed. She then, without wasting any time, started to tickle Jax's ribs with an evil grin. "Gotcha!" Jax tried to block Ragatha's hands as he turned his head to hide his face from her. Desperately, trying not to laugh. "S-Stahap! GeHEHt off!" Ragatha smiled, mischievously, as she continued tickling. She didn't let up for a second and started to speak in a teasing tone. "Come on, Jax. You're not fooling anyone. I know you're ticklish." Jax continued to let out grunts and stifled giggles as he squirmed around, underneath Ragatha. "N-Noho, I'm nohohot!" Ragatha smirked down at Jax before she brought her hands down to squeeze Jax's sides. Jax let out a wheeze before he burst into a fit of giggles. He kicked and squirmed around, trying to push Ragatha off as all of the laughter he'd been trying to keep in, finally, floods out of him. "Ahahahahaha! Stohohohohop ihihihit! C-Cuhut it ohohohohout!" Ragatha's smirk grew as she kept squeezing and pinching along Jax's sides. She finally got the reaction she wanted, and now, she was determined to make the most of it. "See? I knew it! You're just as ticklish as I thought." Jax continued to wheeze and giggle, uncontrollably. He could feel his pride start to disappear from being taken down so easily, with a few tickles. "Gehehehet ohohoff of meheheheee! This-HAAhahahahaha-this isn't fuhuhuhuhunnhyhyhy!" Ragatha then used one hand to tickle his belly while using the other to go for his neck, all while giving him that same, victorious, grin. There was something so satisfying about getting the upper hand on the prankster bunny. "Well, now you know how WE feel about your little jokes. Not so funny when it's YOU being picked on, huh, Jax?" Jax scrunched his neck as he curled up, starting to laugh harder. His usual smug grin was all wobbly, at this point, as he kept trying to push Ragatha off, to no avail. "Gehhehehehehe! Wehehell, yohou know whahahat? At leheheheast thehehey ahahahahadd to thehehe excihihitemehehehent!"

Ragatha continued her merciless tickle onslaught. She used both hands to tickle Jax's belly now, trying to figure out his most ticklish spots. All the while, Jax continued to laugh and wheeze his heart out. He tried to roll onto his side as he curled up, hoping that it would do SOMETHING to deter Ragatha's tickles. However, it did nothing to break Ragatha's determination to render the rabbit helpless. She simply continued to tickle his belly with ease, as she smiled down at him with a teasing expression. "Does that tickle, Jax? Huh? Does it? What about right here? Are ticklish there? Or are ticklish right there? Where's your tickle spot, Jax?" The more Ragatha used that word, the more it embarrassed Jax. That, along with the ridiculous baby voice she was putting on, only made everything worse. "S-ST-STOHOHOHOHOP SAHAHAYING THAHAHAHAT!" Ragatha noticed the effect the word had in Jax, which only added to her amusement. "What? Tickle? How come? I just wanna know where you're most ticklish, Jax. And, you could just tell me so that I don't have to keep tickling you to find out." She continued to put on a teasing tone as she tickled and poked at Jax's belly, being more sporadic in order to get him all jumpy. Ragatha then decided to try something else. She turns to grab one of Jax's kicking feet, catching one of his ankles. She keeps a good hold on it as she uses her free hand to tickle Jax's foot. Jax actually yelped before falling into another fit of laughter. He pounded his fist against the bed while his other hand rested on his forehead. He tried to pull his foot free but Ragatha was, surprisingly, strong and kept a good grip on his ankle. "EEHEHEHAHAHA! RAHAHAHAHGS! IHIHI SWEHEHEAR I'M GOHOHONNA GET YOU FOHOR THIHIHIS!" Ragatha paid no mind to Jax's threat and just continued to tickle away at his foot. Now it just seemed like she was having way too much fun. "You can go right ahead, Jax. That'll only give me another reason to tickle you."

Jax was struggling to even find some way to cope with all of the tickling. It was to the point where he was tugging at one of his ears, while still laughing and giggling up a storm. Seeing this actually gave Ragatha an idea. She perked up before she suddenly stopped her tickling, releasing Jax's foot. Jax let out a breath of relief as he took this chance to try and catch his breath, thinking that Ragatha had finally decided to stop. He let himself relax as he laid there, panting and breathing heavily.

That is until he suddenly felt Ragatha grab one of his ears. Jax's eyes went wide and before he knew it, he was squealing and cackling as Ragatha began to, relentlessly, tickle his ear. "AAAEEHHEHEHAHAHA! NO-HEHEHEHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAHAGS STOHOHOHOP!", Jax cackled as he wiggled and kicked around, trying to pull away from Ragatha. Ragatha smiled, victoriously, as she continued to tickle his ear. There's the reaction she was looking for. "Ah! So, it's your ears, huh? That's good to know." She smirked as she tickled away at his ear, giggling as she watched Jax practically lose his mind. It was actually pretty endearing to see him like this. Laughing and giggling like crazy. Part of her wanted to call it...cute. Jax, meanwhile, was trying, so desperately, to get away. He felt like if Ragatha kept this up, he was probably gonna abstract. "RAHAHAHAHGS, YOU'RE KIHIHIHILLING MEHEHEHEE! HEHEHHEHEHAHAHA! STOHOP ALREADHYHYHYHY!"

Ragatha hummed as she thought about it, all while still tickling Jax's ear. "Hmmm. Well, okay. But! Only if you start being nice, for once. Say maybe...a whole week of no pranks." Jax groaned through his laughter. If it weren't for the unbearable tickling he was going through, he would've just rolled his eyes at her. But, right now, he'd agree to anything if it meant finally be granted some mercy. "HAHAAHAHAHAFFFIHIHINE! FINE, WHAHATEHEVEHEHEHER! JUHUST STOP ALREHEHEHEADY!"

Ragatha smirked as she finally let him go. Jax fell limp on the bed as he, once again, tried to catch his breath. He heaved as he rubbed the ghost tickles out of his ear. All that tickling left him sluggish and exhausted. But, he still managed to shoot Ragatha an annoyed glare. "Now who's the bully, here? That was...totally uncalled for, dollface." Ragatha stood up as she folded her arms, looking down at Jax with a smug expression. "Well, I think you, definitely, deserved that, Jax." Jax sighed as he, just barely, managed to sit up in bed. He was still trying to catch his breath, but he was slowly calming down from that relentless tickle attack. "Well, listen. I don't need everyone else finding out that I'm...y'know. So, just keep this between us, okay?" Ragatha smiled as she switched into her, usual, friendly tone. "Of course, Jax. But, I'm holding you to our deal, okay? No more pranks for a week. Otherwise, I might not keep your secret so safe." Jax huffed as he rolled his eyes, already regretting this "deal" he made. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Of course, he was probably gonna go back to messing with everyone, anyways.

Would he get tickled again, for it? Most likely. Would everyone else learn about his secret? Probably. Would it all be worth it, however? Absolutely.

[ahlore]

cooking with lara.

lara croft x gn!reader

↳ what was it like cooking with lara?

“Where did I put that damned spice jar?” You grumbled, rifling through the cluttered cabinets with a hint of frustration. Lara was nearby, chopping vegetables with precision on a wooden board. It was clear that when it came to cooking, she was meticulous to a fault. Everything had to be measured out before she put it into the bowl. Spices were always in their own little containers. You had to admire how organized she was, though it sometimes felt like a nightmare to clean up because of all the dishes she used. But then again, you figured she could afford that kind of mess because of her wealth, and if she didn't clean up, staff could. Still, Lara was nothing like that; she was far from the type to leave her mess for someone else.

The kitchen smelled of simmering stew, a clear sign of Lara’s cooking skills. She glanced over with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watches your fruitless search. "Looking for something specific?" She asks, her British accent adding a touch of charm to her words. Lara's hands are steady, her skill evident in every precise cut of the knife.

You sigh in frustration, pulling open another cabinet. "Yes, I can’t find the paprika. I swear I had it just last week."

Lara chuckles softly, her gaze returning to the pot on the stove. "It might be in the top cabinet. I had a similar issue last week—ended up finding my salt in the sugar jar."

You roll your eyes but can't help smiling. "You mean I should check the sugar jar too?"

“Only if you’re feeling adventurous,” she replies with a teasing grin. “But seriously, if it’s not there, it might be in the pantry. Let me check while you keep an eye on the stew.”

As Lara heads to the pantry, you take a deep breath, enjoying the comforting smell of the stew. The kitchen is a cozy mess of ingredients and cooking tools, and you feel a bit of the stress of the day melting away in this warm, homey environment. Lara then returns, holding the paprika jar triumphantly. "Found it," she says with a victorious smile. "Though I admit, it took me a moment to recall where I’d hidden it last time."

You take the jar from her, feeling grateful. "Thank you, love. I don't know what I'd do without you. Maybe burn the house down trying to make this stew.”

She laughs and gives you a playful nudge. "We all have our strengths. Mine just happens to include finding misplaced spices and making sure we don’t have to call the fire department."

With the paprika finally in hand, you sprinkle it into the stew, and the rich aroma fills the kitchen. Lara watches, her gaze appreciative. "Looking good. You’re definitely on your way to becoming quite the chef."

You smile, feeling a warm sense of accomplishment. "Well, I couldn’t have done it without you."

Lara’s eyes twinkle as she leans against the counter. "And I couldn’t have done it without your company. Cooking’s always better with you."

As you continue to stir the stew, you glance over at Lara, who is now back working diligently at the counter. Watching her cook, you can’t help but notice how endearing she is. She sticks out her tongue slightly when she’s really concentrating, a small quirk that always makes you smile. It’s moments like these that remind you of how much you cherish your time together. Lara is as focused in the kitchen as she is in her adventures, but here, it’s all about the small details. She might be a world-renowned explorer, but in these quiet moments at home, she’s just your partner, sharing these simple, everyday tasks with you. It’s a side of her that you love—a side that makes you feel even closer. Her little habits, her gentle teasing, and the way she cares for you and the home you share together make you realize how lucky you are. Even though the kitchen can get messy, it’s clear that every dish, every ingredient is a part of the love and care she puts into your life.

And even though Lara often came across as a tough, independent woman—always ready to face ancient traps and unravel mysteries—there was a softer side to her that she only showed to those closest to her. Underneath the tough exterior is a woman who genuinely finds joy in these quiet, everyday moments. Her career as an archaeologist has taken her to incredible places and put her in dangerous situations, but she finds peace in the simple pleasure of cooking a meal and sharing it with you. Her father, Richard Croft, would be proud to see her finding happiness in these small, personal moments. He’d be glad to see his daughter safe, at ease, and enjoying the little things in life, far from the dangers of her adventurous life.

Just as you’re savoring the moment Jonah Maiava walks in the kitchen, Lara’s longtime friend and partner. He’s been let in by the butler and takes in the aroma with a smile. “Something smells amazing in here,” he says, his eyes lighting up as he takes in the sight of you and Lara hard at work.

Lara looks up from the stove, her face lighting up. “Jonah! Just in time. We’re making stew.”

You give him a friendly wave. “Hey, Jonah. Lara’s really outdone herself with this one.”

Jonah grins and leans against the counter. “Looks like I’m in for a treat. Need any help?”

Lara shakes her head with a laugh. “Nope, just sit back and relax. The stew will be ready soon.”

Lara was definitely a great cook, especially compared to you, since you weren't so skilled in the kitchen. Still, cooking together was a lot of fun for the both of you.

✦ author’s note: gah, i finished the tomb raider trilogy series a few days ago and i’m so sad i won’t get to see lara again on my screen. it was such a good game and at the moment, i’m really addicted to writing about her. so enjoy, teehee :p

[sansxfuckyou]

sugar and spice, but not so nice

Summary: Riff's definitely not hurting for a Pop Troll, regardless, Barb offers to lend him a hand in getting Floyd's attention

Warnings: swear words censored when spoken by Pop Trolls cause its funny, there is tension and its almost sexual

Authors Note: the fliff brainworms got to me guys, I couldn't stop myself the second I got a keyboard in hand, it just happened. hope ya'll enjoy, and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checkin' the ao3 port

"Really, Riff? That Pop freak is the Troll you're jonesing for?" Barb asked.

Riff just nodded and Barb had the audacity to laugh, "What's so funny about it?"

"Oh nothing, it's just that he's the epitome of sugar, spice, and everything nice," Barb stated boldly, almost abrasively at that. She looks so very, very disappointed in Riff, "C'mon man! There's so many rockers and you choose a Pop troll! We got Death, we got Punk, we got Thrash- and you choose someone who clearly isn't any of the above."

"He's sort of like, Pop Punk," Riff said, "But he could totally pull a death scream if he wanted too."

Barb scoffed, "He's pink, he's so pink it makes me want to vomit."

"Magenta," Riff corrected sharply, "His hair is magenta and white, we could introduce him to hair dye."

"That's illegal in Pop," Barb said, "He'd be staked if you dyed his hair."

"Then he could stay in Rock, until it faded out, just for a little bit," Riff said.

Barb gave a faux gag and the tuft of her tail puffed up, "You're gross."

Riff props the rim of his toque up with the blunt end of his drumstick, "How about Viva? Isn't she also a Pop troll?" He's pushing his luck, he's pushing it harder than he thought he ever would.

"Let's move onto the next subject," Barb swiftly answered with, quick to defend her own sanctity of being a Rock Troll who definitely isn't out for a Pop Troll. A Pop Troll without any Rock tendencies, because she'll admit it, Floyd has some Rock potential despite everything. "Hair dye. You want to dye his hair for a date?"

"To help him blend in more," Riff answered with, tail flipping back and forth, "I'd really like to perform some music with him."

"I'll pull some strings for you, my shockingly smart friend," Barb answered with.

-/-/-/-

Floyd is the one who chose the song, he's the one who chose the list of songs he wanted to perform. And all of them were shockingly raunchy, shockingly explicit, very unbecoming of a Troll whose origin is Pop. It shocks Barb more than it does Riff, she just stares at the list and reads over them while Floyd looks at her like a puppy.

"Lemme just," She pauses, then speaks, "Nine Inch Nails?"

"If you don't mind," Floyd tacked on before she could further question.

Barb laughed a bit, "Please, I love them, woulda been a fan since day one but I wasn't quite born yet. But the songs?"

Floyd can't quite form a verbal answer, just give this sheepish grin. Barb swears his fringe falls a little further over his eyes and she's bold enough to reach out a paw and bat it away. The bleached section is frail, it feels like hay compared to what still retained that magenta hue she mocked. He almost lurches back, his fur just stands on end, and Barb pulls back her hand.

"Personally, I like them. But singing about fucking someone to feel alive doesn't seem your speed, isn't there a weird Pop language barrier?" Barb asked, "Or that one line from a different song, 'I am a good boy and I will swallow it all,' Floyd, that's an amazing song but jeez."

"I thought it'd be funny, cause whenever I try and swear it just," He pauses, trying to find out how to describe it before settling on just swearing, "F*ck, a$$."

Barb laughs until her stomach hurts at the garbled intentions of swearing that Floyd manages to provide. The Pop swear barrier has never been funnier in her entire life, but the fact he can enunciate enough to get the idea of an expletive across is impressive. Trolls like Poppy can barely say 'frick' without a large censor forcing itself in place, but Floyd? He's almost broken it.

"Alright kid-"

"I'm older than you,"

"Same difference; I'll cue up the songs for you and Riff,"

"You aren't joining?"

"Not unless you want me too, might hog the spotlight, sorry if I do," A small giggle snort, "It would be fun to try and go at it with a Pop Troll."

-/-/-/-

Riff stares.

He stares the entire fucking show.

He can't help it really, eyes stuck on a Troll like Floyd as he just drums out the beats and Barb strums out the additional bass lines. It's a comfort really, having someone in the back man the soundboard for the industrious instruments they can't quite do as a trio.

He holds on tight to whatever sense of sanity he can grasp whenever he gets gifted a glance at Floyd's face. He really is head over heels, he really is deep in this pit, for a Pop Troll of all genres. Albeit, a Pop Troll that's belting out songs of the industrial rock genre with an uncanny amount of ease. But still a Pop Troll, still something he'll be disowned over at the dinner table even if Barb goes public with Viva.

He'll just take this if he can't get anything else.

He'll take performing songs with his two favorite Trolls over nothing any day of the week.

-/-/-/-

Post show jitters reside comfortably on Floyd's fur, splayed atop an amp larger than he is with his tail lazily thumping on the material. His chest is heaving and he's curling and uncurling the mic cord around a finger, painted nail scratching at the plastic so rarely.

"Good show," He manages, voice cracking just a bit with how much he stressed it trying to break the Pop swear barrier for one song. He failed to do so, but he still tried until he felt like he was passing out, vision nearly going spotty. It was more fun than he'd ever had performing with his brothers.

Riff takes a heavy breath, "Great show," He's giving this long exhale that's almost a laugh as he speaks.

"Amazing show, I should go work an after party," Barb mused.

"Aw, is your girlfriend rubbing off on you?" Riff teased, rolling onto his stomach where he lay on the cold, hard, concrete ground. It eased his nerves, they were still on fire, the layers of denim and torn fabric probably didn't help much.

"Girlfriend? Tell me more, Riffy," Floyd said before he could stop himself, glancing down at the navy Troll from where he lay.

"Barb has a crush on Viva," Riff drawled as he pulled himself into a criss crossed position, one leg over the other. Floyd nearly laughs.

"Hey man! We agreed not to talk about her," Barb snapped as she stood up from her chair. She stretched her arms over her head and her tail snapped to punctuate her sentence, "Not like you can talk either."

Floyd raises a brow, "Tell me all about it, Barb," he lets his legs sway over the edge of the amp.

Riff sends Barb a pleading look, a begging look, desperation impossibly clear on his partially obscured face.

She just grins, "Well, our friend here has a crush on a Pop Troll. A fella trying to change genres when no one's looking," She winks at Floyd and watches as Riff tries not to respond to the words viscerally, that would give it away and he's highly aware that Barb is trying to play him like the cheap kazoo he is.

"Controversial," Floyd managed to supply, "But fun, inter-genre relations are still kind of, ya know."

"Yeah, kind of," Riff answered with, "Rock Trolls are wide open to the idea in my experience. We legalized polyamory a hundred some odd years ago. We're working on the papers for inter-genre stuff as we speak."

Floyd laughed, "I should just, live here as a Rock Troll. Pop Rock, Pop Punk, Pop Thrash- I could make it work."

"That you could," Barb said, there's this twisted grin on her face, showing off all of her fangs, "But really, I gotta catch that after party, you two can chat."

It's a segue into a conversation really, a shoe in for them to continue speaking as she leaves. She wants this as much as Riff does, maybe if she gets him with Floyd he'll let her fawn over Viva in peace.

Riff just taps his drumstick on the ground, balanced between fingers and tapping back and forth. Floyd just stares at Riff from the amp comfortably, sort of like a cat on a high perch.

"So this mystery Troll, tell me more," Floyd prompts as he slides off of the amp, "If you want too."

And Riff does want too, he wants to tell Floyd everything, but he bites his tongue. He just shrugs, "Nice guy really, probably heading back to Pop sooner than later."

"Pop? Are you crushing on JD?"

Riff shudders, "No offense, but he's too Country coded."

"Did you just call my brother Country coded?" Floyd asked with this devilish smirk, slowly stepping closer to Riff as he goes.

"Am I wrong?" Riff countered with a nervous chuckle.

"Never said you were, but continue about this Troll," Floyd urged, if he just reached out he could trace his hands across Riff's face. Learn every contour, twirl a finger through his hair, that would be nice, that could also be the adrenaline talking.

"Right, right," Riff stalled, what else he could say that isn't virtually outright saying that it's Floyd? Not a whole lot, "Got a great voice, an amazing voice with even greater range. It's scary really, he just hops on stage and gets into it, like he's a different person."

Floyd's tail flicks just a bit, Riff doesn't notice the tell that the Pop Troll is onto him.

"And then he starts to sing, most Rockers have deep voices naturally, but this breath of fresh air, a blend of Pop and Punk? It's amazing," Riff overexplained, just going off, "I'm talking too much, aren't I?" He looks up to find Floyd much, much closer than before. Red instantly rises to the Rocker's face, a stark contrast to his usual hue.

"No," Floyd said quietly, the flow of words pausing just enough to make Riff worry. He comes to a complete halt when the gap is small enough their knees are almost knocked against each other, "Keep going."

"I would," Riff begins, drawing out the syllables as he stares at Floyd through the blur of black hair and fabric alike. He brings a paw to run through his hair and it knocks back the toque just a bit, "But, I don't know what else there is to say without totally blowing the covers," He pauses, "He's really pretty."

"It's me," Floyd declares.

"It is," Riff confirms.

The Pop troll places a gentle kiss to Riff's forehead, one of the few spots where frizzy black hair isn't splayed over his fur. He rears back just a bit, "That's pretty fuckin' sweet," He doesn't even realize the Pop swear barrier dissolved entirely for a brief moment.

"Pretty fuckin' sweet," Riff echoes back before pushing aside a chunk of Floyd's fringe to return the motion. He almost flinches back from it, expecting the contact to sting or ache with how frail that performance left him, but it doesn't. It just feels nice, a warmth sprouting all over his body, it tingles and he loves the sensation.

"You should go tell Barb, we could pressure her into telling Viva," Floyd proposed, "That'd be fun, no?"

Riff is reeling, it took a moment for it to catch up but he is fucking reeling when it finally does. His eyes widen just a bit, there goes the boldness of adrenaline, "That actually happened," He tentatively places his paw on Floyd's, it isn't shoved off, "Oh my god it actually, it happened."

"Yeah man," Floyd said, pressing another chaste kiss to Riff's face, this time his cheek, "It did, and I'll do it again."

Before he freaks out he manages to collect himself enough to breath, "Let's go find Barb, she's been listening to me talk about you for a while now."

"Oh? So this crush isn't a new development?" Floyd teased gently.

"Not at all. But her thing for Viva? That's new," Riff countered with a laugh, it's nervous, just to fill the silence, "But us, we're a thing, those kisses?"

"Those kisses made us a thing," It's a calm reaffirmation, a promise with the squeeze of a paw.

"See, that's new, newer than Barb's crush on Viva," Riff explained, "Which is why we need to find her and tell her."

"You're freaking out,"

"Oh absolutely, you just kissed me, why wouldn't I be freaking out?"

[youngsadlesbian]

SECRET KEEPER — marlene mckinnon.

pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader

summary: marlene is receiving little notes daily and tries in vain to discover who it is. until she starts to suspect one person: you.

a/n: i've discovered that i love writing these silly and cute things. i'm a hopeless romantic and I love cheesy stuff, sorry. hope u like it!

word count: 1,3k

warnings: none, just fluff and cheesy stuff.

Every morning, Marlene McKinnon received a small, neatly folded piece of parchment carried by an unfamiliar owl. This routine started a month ago, and the notes were always waiting for her at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. At first, it was a curious occurrence, but soon it became the highlight of everyone's breakfast.

"Look, it's Marlene's mystery admirer again!" Sirius Black exclaimed one morning, waving the small parchment in the air.

James Potter laughed. "Must be someone with excellent taste."

Lily Evans nudged Marlene playfully. "Open it! Let's see what today's says."

Marlene blushed but smiled as she unfolded the note. Her friends crowded around, eagerly awaiting the latest declaration of love.

Dear Marlene,

Your smile is the sunshine that brightens my day. I hope today is as wonderful as you are.

Yours,

Secret Keeper

"Aw, how sweet!" Mary Macdonald cooed.

"More like cheesy," Dorcas Meadowes added with a smirk. "But still, who could resist such devotion?"

Marlene laughed along with her friends, but a small part of her wondered who could be sending these notes. At first, she suspected Sirius—always the prankster—but he denied it vehemently.

"I swear, Marls, it's not me," he said with a grin. "Though I wish I'd thought of it first."

Determined to uncover her secret admirer, Marlene began to pay closer attention to the notes. She noticed the handwriting was neat and elegant, unlike anything she'd seen before. She tried to match it with her classmates' writing in their homework assignments, but it was no use.

One day, after receiving a particularly heartfelt note, she decided to consult her friends.

Dear Marlene,

The way you care for others is truly inspiring. I find myself thinking about you constantly. How can one person be so wonderful?

Yours,

Secret Keeper

"Okay, everyone," Marlene said, gathering the group in the common room. "I need your help. We need to figure out who this is."

James rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Have you noticed any patterns? Like, does the owl come at the same time every day?"

"It usually arrives right before breakfast," Marlene replied. "But I've never seen that owl anywhere else."

Lily suggested, "Maybe we should stake out the Great Hall in the morning. If we catch the owl arriving, we might be able to follow it back to its owner."

The next morning, Marlene and her friends woke up extra early and positioned themselves discreetly around the Great Hall. They watched as the unfamiliar owl swooped in and delivered the note to Marlene's usual spot.

"There it is!" Peter Pettigrew whispered excitedly.

"Follow it!" James urged, but the owl was too quick, disappearing out a window before they could react.

Sirius groaned. "This is hopeless. Whoever it is, they're good at keeping their secret."

But Marlene wasn't ready to give up. She started keeping the notes in a special box, reading and re-reading them, looking for any clues. The messages grew more personal and heartfelt, making her heart flutter each time she opened one.

Dear Marlene,

I saw you helping that first-year today. Your kindness knows no bounds. You have a heart of gold, and I'm lucky to have the chance to admire you, even from afar.

Yours,

Secret Keeper

One evening, as Marlene was organizing her notes, she noticed something peculiar. The ink on one of the letters had a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer. She remembered seeing a similar ink in your potions homework.

Her heart raced as she pieced it together. Could it be you? The idea seemed ludicrous, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. The careful words, the heartfelt compliments—it all fit.

She decided to test her theory. The next day, she wrote a note of her own and handed it to the mysterious owl when it arrived.

Dear Secret Keeper,

I think I know who you are. Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at midnight with all the notes you've written. I'll bring mine.

Yours,

Marlene

At midnight, you stood nervously at the top of the Astronomy Tower, clutching the box of notes you'd written to Marlene. You had no idea what to expect. What if she was angry? Or worse, what if she laughed at you?

You heard footsteps and turned to see Marlene approaching, a similar box in her hands.

"Marlene," you began, your voice shaky. "I didn't mean to—"

She smiled softly. "It's okay. I think it's sweet, Y/N."

You blinked, stunned. "You... you do?"

Marlene nodded. "Yes. And, well, I have something to show you."

She handed you her box of notes. You opened it to find... notes exactly like yours.

Dear Y/N,

I've watched you from afar, admiring your bravery and kindness. I never had the courage to tell you in person, but I think you're amazing.

Yours,

Your Secret Admirer

You looked up, tears in your eyes. "Marlene, you wrote these?"

She nodded, her own eyes misty. "Yes, and I never thought you'd feel the same way.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you both moved closer, and before you knew it, your lips met in a sweet, tender kiss.

"I guess we've both been a little silly," Marlene whispered, pulling back slightly.

"Yeah," you agreed, smiling. "But I'm glad we finally figured it out."

The following morning, you both decided to share the news with your friends. As you walked into the Great Hall together, hand in hand, the Marauders, Lily, Dorcas, and Mary looked up in surprise.

Sirius was the first to speak. "Well, well, well! Look who finally figured it out!"

James grinned. "About time, you two!"

Lily clapped her hands excitedly. "This is wonderful! I'm so happy for you both!"

Dorcas and Mary exchanged knowing looks. "We had our suspicions," Dorcas said with a wink.

Mary added, "But seeing it happen is even better."

Marlene laughed, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. "Thanks, everyone. It means a lot to us."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "And to think, it all started with those notes."

Despite now being open about your relationship, the notes didn't stop. Instead, they evolved into little reminders of your growing affection for each other. Every morning, there was a new note waiting at the breakfast table, filled with sweet words and playful banter.

Dear Marlene,

I can't wait to spend the day with you. Your laugh is the best part of my day.

Love, Secret Keeper

Dear Secret Keeper,

You make every moment magical. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you.

Love, Marlene

These notes became cherished keepsakes, each one a testament to your blossoming relationship.

A few weeks later, you and Marlene decided to take a trip to Hogsmeade together. It was your first official date, and you were both excited. As you strolled through the village, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment.

You visited Honeydukes, where Marlene insisted on buying you your favorite sweets. Then, you went to Zonko's, where you both laughed at the various prank items, imagining the chaos they could cause at Hogwarts. Finally, you ended up at The Three Broomsticks, sharing a cozy corner booth and sipping on butterbeer.

"This has been the best day," Marlene said, smiling at you over her mug.

You nodded, feeling your heart swell with happiness. "I agree. I never want it to end."

Marlene reached across the table, taking your hand in hers. "It doesn't have to. We've got so much to look forward to."

That night, you found yourselves back at the Astronomy Tower, reminiscing about the night everything changed. The stars above twinkled brightly, and the cool breeze rustled through the trees.

"I think this is my favorite place now," Marlene said softly, leaning against you.

You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her close. "Mine too. It's where we started."

Marlene looked up at you, her eyes shining with love. "I can't wait to see where we go from here."

You smiled, leaning down to kiss her gently. "Me too, Lenie. Me too."

As you held each other under the stars, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together. And with every note, every laugh, and every shared moment, you fell even more in love.

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SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART THREE

i heard what happened.

thank you for protecting the child.

we can risk violence here or face it for certain on the road.

a low thought, but i'd be lying if i said i hadn't considered it.

i'm not some murderer for hire.

to get these people to safety, there's nothing i won't do.

if your people survived that, they'll survive anything.

it's unusual for them to organize so cleverly.

you're equal to the task.

try not to keel over with the first blade drawn.

might not look it, but we're tough.

there's optimism and then there's stupid.

how are you going to take my gold if you're dead?

just leave the gold on my corpse.

i wish we could at least give them a proper burial.

gold ain't any use if you're too cold to spend it.

you're giving up?

you should leave it, or destroy it.

at best it's worthless. at worst, who knows.

do not trifle with that moon witch or her trinkets.

only trouble will follow.

we've enough troubles and burdens as it is.

perhaps you can sell that for a couple of coins.

i should pluck your eyes out.

a cursed book? how obvious.

this quarrel sours our feast.

be you friend or food?

am i not astonishing?

i am by all accounts a student of higher commerce and extortion.

it's not what it looks like, i swear.

i wasn't going to hurt you.

i can't believe i didn't see it.

i'm not some monster.

why didn't you tell me?

i needed you to trust me.

you can trust me.

do you think you could trust me just a little further?

let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?

i was just swept up in the moment.

i'm looking forward to seeing you fight.

you're invigorating, but i need something more filling.

this is a gift, you know. i won't forget it.

good morning. how do you feel?

i just feel a little woozy.

i thought you'd be more powerful.

someone, or something, wants me alive.

as for my other quirks — well, we can figure those out in time.

i'm just glad you're being sensible about these revelations.

i was worried people might turn up with torches and pitchforks.

that explains the pallor.

we're each monsters in the making.

i taste absolutely awful.

we need him, like it or not.

we're bound together, no matter what comes.

you say all the right words, but i'm not so sure you mean the right things.

i will respect the decision that was made.

we're all friends again.

there's a long day ahead of us.

what a manner of place is this?

is this a path to redemption or a road to damnation?

your journey is just beginning.

what would suit the occasion?

i am [name], very much at your service.

if you want to threaten me, don't disguise it.

you're paranoid, aren't you.

must be the surroundings.

rather bleak and lonesome, one feels so exposed.

this quaint little scene is decidedly too middle-of-nowhere for me.

enjoy your supper. after all, i might be your last.

are these theatrics leading somewhere?

are you not entertained?

far be it from me to disappoint.

how dear is one's soul?

you're made if you think i'll make a deal with a devil.

what is madness but a denial of reality?

exhaust every possibility until none are left.

when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair, that's when you'll come knocking on my door.

i'll have the last laugh in the end.

one might say you're a paragon of luck.

i've something important to discuss with you.

we've been travelling together for a while now and it's just about time that i shared something with you.

are you telling me you're addicted to magic?

i would not burden anyone other than myself with this were the stakes not so high.

if not out of the simple goodness of your heart, then perhaps your own self-interest might be sufficient motivation.

please, trust me.

your help could be the difference between life and death.

i'm afraid that's not going to work on me.

let us agree on actions first and explanations later.

i didn't come seeking battle.

you're different than the others, i can tell.

i'm afraid proper thanks must wait.

your boldness is a blessing.

it takes more than mere fire to break me.

i must ask again for your aid.

why entrust this to me?

i know him better than most.

i'm not interested in your lineage.

you shouldn't keep secrets like this from me.

he named me friend, and that meant the world.

they're a powerful friend with a keen interest in privacy.

i'm sworn to say no more.

i spent more time dueling than rubbing elbows with lords.

not to say i didn't develop a taste for good win and a talent for courtly dance.

it's been a badger's age since i've twinkled my toes.

a drunk ogre could put on a better show.

we can learn a lot from fairytales, don't you think?

he'll require of you only what you're least ready to part with, and then require more still.

the devil won't take just anything, he'll take everything.

that is a story reserved for lifetime friends and calmer days.

i question the wisdom in that decision but so be it.

there's no way you could have known.

i doubt a fight against them would go your way.

seems you have good survival instincts.

i go my own way — alone.

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hiii I want to know more about appindex 👉👈

what is his relationship like with the other party members?

How easily does she trust other people?

If they are stressed or upset is there a thing/place/action that is comforting to him?

also anything else you want to share?

(I LOVE her design by the way, their appearance immediately caught my attention. Love your use of color too)

sorry this took me so long i swear when i saw this ask i started squealinf abd looking like this

gonna put it under a read more since um im gonna assume this will get really long lol

disclaimer im gonna straight spill my thoughts sorry if things stop making sense

i made a small comic just for the first question but tumblr doesnt like it for some reason and it prevents it from showing up unless you go directly to my blog :<

anyways i think overall appindex is like a mother of at least 6. companions come to them in the middle of the night like "i frew up :(" that typa thing

since family/clan n loyalty is very important to dragonborn and appindex just lost theirs before being abducted they are very quick to attach to these losers

i think while appin is not under the control of any god, lord, devil, etc they've created a personal hell of his own bc he tries to bear all responsibilities and burdens of those around him bc he's scared of failing and losing too much again. or all he has left really. that can make them kind of overbearing and it would be annoying if like the main companions didn't have issues and lowkey liked the attention.

what does get annoying is that it comes off as appindex not trusting their companions to do any heavy lifting but that improves in like act 2-3 especially since that's around the part the tav is expected to save baldurs gate. and the world like that's way too much weight for appin to carry on their own without breaking so atp they don't really have a choice but to let their companions share some of that albeit verrrry reluctantly

slightly more specific relations ---

shadowheart: shart is the first appin gets close to even if shes older i like to think she's like a little sister to appindex anyways <3 i should just show screenshots of the epilogue conversation bc it feels so fitting. probably one of the only companions to recognize appin's exhaustion and nag her

karlach: close in a years long tumblr mutual type intimacy way. "i'd let my mutuals come inside idc" type relationship. they occasionally sleep and cuddle naked. as good friends do. it's nice having someone they could rely on for literal heavy lifting and hitting bc in appin's eyes the rest of his companions are made of sticks and paper, save for lae'zel. girls who rip off heads with their bare hands and paint their nails in the blood :3

astarion: i do not know how to explain their relationship early on bc it fluctuates in my head. obviously irritated by how appin stops to help anyone and everyone especially since most of those people in act 1 are parents and children. appindex definitely laughs at his lame ass "seduction" bc it's pretty see through; it becomes less about seducing and just aiming making them laugh. appin probably said "im proud of you" at some point and it got to his head now he's vying for their attention and validation (get in line). my white hollow boned elf i'd probably give my organs to if he asked - appin

i think appindex is the more mature one, mentally and emotionally, especially since dragonborn develop and mature much earlier than elves do and i feel like dying young and being under cazador's control stunted astarions own maturity a bit. the result is appindex treating him like a child sometimes; not trusting him to do a number of things, scolding him,"dont treating me like a child" "dont act like one" etc etc. i think at some point he just does it and wears on appindex's extensive patience on purpose because he's a little freak like that :/. appin does not think its cute

ok no more of them next question

i think appindex is pretty trusting in a way. if they feel like they have no reason to feel threatened by someone they'll have their trust but that doesn't mean it can't be lost ofc. which is why they trust laezel and astarion so easily. why would they be scared of a tiny white elf who can't even get them to knife point (he failed that).

he does struggle to trust others to do things for them though, if he were ever to be out of commission or on the verge of it it would be like pulling teeth to try and get him to let someone else lead temporarily.

appin holds onto a piece of kednyr's old blanket bc it still smells like her :thumbs_up: karlach gives her a teddy bear with that piece attached to it as a gift. astarion may have helped but he will not confirm

extra notes ermm appin lived in the upper city, not a patriar or a servant, they just co-run an expensive smithy there.

as a passionate blacksmith (and someone who wants to become an artificer) appin is really intrigued by karlach's engine and wishes they could collaborate with dammon on how to fix it or make her a new one entirely

to add onto that he's extremely fascinated by the grymforge in the underdark its like a theme park to him. it is their nerdiest point in the storyline

they can stay underwater for a good period of time; an hour is their highest time

andd she has a prosthetic leg around age 40-45 sorry this got so long . this things in my head 24/7 rn i tried to omit some things to make it shorter but oh well

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I hope you don’t mind me, but I’m inspired to organize the whole anon asks regarding PCA into one and adding some stuff. Here’s basically my take of what I think happened:

Pacific Coast Academy was actually accredited by the Department of Education of California. Originally, it was an all-boy’s school until that changed when girls where allowed. Thus, becoming a coed boarding school. The last dean, Charles Rivers, goes through a hard time in his personal life and borrows some money from the school, swearing to himself that he’ll pay it back. Then, him borrowing money repeats again and again.

The school board starts noticing inconstancies in the school finances and an investigation is done, which reveals that the school is basically near bankruptcy. The media somehow catches wind of it and has a field day, twisting things for their own purposes. There’s uproar and backlash from the public. Then, the rumors start floating around that PCA is a diploma mill. There are even pictures from events that happened at PCA that are taken out of context to explain why PCA is a scam. Some parents who have their children in the school get worried about this and make the decision to start pulling their children from the school.

The media, the public backlash and parents pulling their children from PCA leads to the downfall of the school. It has no choice but to close its doors. 15 years later, everyone still believes that PCA was a diploma mill and let teenagers loose in the campus. None of the students do anything to dismiss the rumors, because no one believes them when they tell the truth.

Fast forward a little to after Logan and Quinn’s marriage. Logan buys the PCA campus out of impulse, then gives it to Quinn as a wedding gift. Quinn just sighs at her husband, asking what was his intention in buying it and he’s like, we rebuild PCA back to its former glory…? Quinn doesn’t think it’s a bad idea, so she runs with it and pulls a few strings here and there from people she knows in the science field, talking about how she’d like a STEM curriculum for her new school. People are on board with her idea, because, duh, Dr. Quinn Pensky is like a big deal and she’s legit so, of course, the new PCA campus won’t go to hell like the last one.

Long story short, Quinn works from the ground up to make sure that PCA is up to standards, hiring qualified people, making sure to do background checks, etcetera. When everything looks good, Quinn steps back and lets the people she hired take over, only making sure that they come to her for funding and such. Logan gets involved and talks the staff into setting up a scholarship for talented students who can’t afford PCA and proposes that it’d be called the Pensky Scholarship.

And when it’s time to inaugurate the new and improve PCA campus, Logan and Quinn are there to cut the ribbon. Both are known as the patrons of the PCA campus.

If one Stacy Del Figalo causes a storm over her investigation over what truly happened on the old PCA campus, then that’s another story. The End.

This was so good, so sorry it took me a while to answer it. But I loved it. You did a great job at putting it all together and honestly, I'd 100% read a fic like that.

Some things I'd like to add to this AU. Mostly headcanons.

I really want their friends to get involved on this AU too, damn, even Zoey. Like I said, I think Chase being a teacher shouldn't go to waste, I'd like to see him teaching at PCA.

I definitely need Lola to appear, in whatever way she could help. I doubt she would take on a teaching role, but I'd like for her to be an inversionist (bc I refuse to believe she's not a famous and successful actress now). Maybe even make special appearances at the school, support and help build the Drama Class (idk the name). I bet the theater kids would freak out about her.

Same thing for Michael, I'd like for him to be an investor and be involved in the music department. As a producer he must know a lot of artist and the kind. Maybe he recommends a some people to take on the teaching role there (a failed artist that desperately needed a job could be a fun character lol)

I really don't think Zoey would leave her job as a producer, but let's pretend: I think Zoey would work as an Art Teacher, since that was more her thing than being a producer. And/or a temporary dorm advisor, until the school is fully staffed (I'd be funny to see her take on the role Coco had, specially considering she kinda acted like her on the movie)

Lola and Michael could do the same too, take temporary roles, if their schedule lets them.

idk what Stacey and Mark would be doing tbh, I'll leave that to anyone else who wants to add lol

probably still chasing the Malibu murderer.

now, about Quogan:

I really want a pregnancy plot to emerge at some point during this AU, and it motivates them to create the school they want their future children to go one day.

So maybe they were kinda like "what do we do with this place now?" but when they found out they're pregnant they got motivated af and emotional about it.

Obviously, Logan wouldn't let Quinn overwork herself and Quinn would keep Logan at bay so he didn't go overboard like he did with the wedding. Tho I assume by then he had learned his lesson, I'm gonna give him credit.

I like to think being able to work together, having a project of their own, specially while expecting, brought them closer (if that's possible). Like all the process was stressful at times and there probably were some disagreement/fights, but overall, it was an enjoyable time, precious memories to recall later one.

I also just love the idea of Quogan working as a team.

I did have the hc that Logan restored and engraved their bench, I'd like to see this on this AU too, I always loved engraved and dedicated benches (@honeyflower15 wrote something similar on their story "Quogan at PCA", fully recommend that fic, it's my s5 now)

PCA now would also be adapted to modern times, equipped with TEKMATE technology, I'm sure.

Maybe they both go a little over the top there, adding stuff they wished the school had when they were younger and maybe exaggerating the vision :p

Imagine, they keep a journal together, documenting their journey of building and transforming PCA. They write down their memories, challenges, and triumphs, creating a beautiful story that they can share with their future children with photos and all *sobs*

I'd like to see Lyric get involved too! omg I can see her invite herself on the project, maybe trying to convince Quinn and Logan to hire her as a musical teacher/art teacher or smth and throw a fit those jobs are occupied and Logan finding something else for her to do XD

For the inauguration day, Logan and Quinn cut the ribbon together, it'd be so cute, Quinn holding the scissors and him behind her, placing his hands over hers, ahhhh

I imagine their speeches are like, heartfelt, emotional, they would talk about their own experience at PCA (in general) and how they hope this new generation [camera dramatically pans out to their baby/toddler (who I assume it's already born bc school building and organizing takes a loooot of time) in the arms of their aunty Lyric] has the same experiences as they did. And obviously promises of not letting PCA fall again like it did and keep everything in check.

the order of the speeches go like this on my head: first Zoey (bc, of course), Chase, Michael, Lola, Logan and then Quinn. Or maybe Logan and Quinn gave the speech together.

There would probably be stands to showcast the different subjects that would be teached at PCA, for the science, chemistry, engendering and all that stands I think Quinn would had given the opportunity to some interns of her to organize those (she paid them, of course)

Quinn's success (as well as Michael, Lola, Zoey and Logan's) would definitely drive parents to trust this new PCA, wanting their children to reach that level one day. So, it'd give them good publicity or smth.

I feel like Zoey would offer to give the Facility Tour, idk why.

Lola and Michael would handle the performances and demonstrations. I assume because of their fame, there were a lot of willing participants and aspiring students that took the chance to perform under their guidance.

Quinn and Chase would deal with the Parent and Students Orientation. Quinn would deal mostly with the Q&As, since she's more informed about the School's insight, administration, etc. Chase would offer his insight as one of the Teachers and all that, telling them of his teaching methods and stuffs.

Logan would have organized the Celebratory Gathering (yes, I had to look up what a school inauguration day looks like shhh)

I promise, he learned his lesson, not over the top celebration this time. But he definitely left them impressed.

I imagine a cute moment at the end, where when the day is done and the guest and parents have left already (I'm assuming the Inauguration Day is a day before the first day of School, so the new students must be settling in their dorms and going to bed by then and classes would start the next day, idk), and Logan and Quinn are sitting on their bench, with their kid in arms, sleeping, just quietly enjoying the moment, satisfied with how they day turned out like and just so happy *sobs, an exaggerated amount*

Like, such a cute picture, they're sitting on the same bech where they shared their first kiss, on the place they met, now with a kid of their own, happily married and having rebuild their school, allowing other children to have what they did *sobbing but like so fucking much omg*

I suppose Zoey and Chase would be having a little moment somewhere too, but wgaf about them.

and an extra headcanon: their bench becomes like a urban legend now, some school lore idk, where there's the rumor that If you kiss on that bench, a timeless bond will be sealed, and your love will endure for eternity. Or some corny shit like that, idk. It has to be a first kiss tho.

Okay, that's all I got for now. Still don't know who they'd hire as dean, but definitely someone trustworthy, not just anyone, like you said, Quinn would have ran a bg check. There's much more to add and I invite anyone to keep contributing to this lovely AU.

And thank you again, anon. I loved what you did!

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Title: “Recreation” (4/5) Author:@ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Kai-125/M!Reader, Halo the series Summary: A fellow in green Mjolnir gives you a little help in setting up a surprise dinner for Kai. 😉 Rating:  T (PG13) Length: 2,211 Spoilers/warnings: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. No show spoilers. Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Believe it or not, we're finally reaching the end of this little journey - the next chapter will be the last. However, it's set to slot in-between "15 Minutes" chapters 14 and 15, so it'll be a little while before it appears. (I'll be working on ch11 for that next. 😉)

A special thank you so much to everybody who's hung in here while it's taken me waaay too long to finish things. 😞 And a heart-felt thank you to everyone who has read and/or kudos and commented, then, now or in the future. It means a lot to me! Hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

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I tagged everybody I tagged last time but, as always, if you’d prefer not to be, just let me know! And if you would like to be tagged in my Kai/Reader fics, just let me know! At the moment, I also write John/Reader, John/Kai and John/Cortana, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. Also, if you’d like to be removed, just let me know as well, no hard feelings. 😉 💖

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"Now," you said seriously, "I think we should be open to new things, don't you?"

You held up a tennis ball and waited.

Gigi looked at you skeptically. You very slowly knelt and extended it towards her, careful to not get too close. This was her decision and trying to force it would only make things worse. She didn't take a step but she did lean as far as she could, sniffing the ball. Then she turned up her nose and retreated to her favorite spot under the porch.

"I thought you might not be a fan of a used tennis ball," you said, standing and giving it a toss out of the way, "but I figured we should give it a try, just in case."

You grabbed the container you'd left on the porch and popped the seal. "Now," you went on, "how do you feel about a brand new ball? Guaranteed fresh, nobody else's teeth marks or slobber on it. Interested?"

You held it down, waiting. Her eyes glittered thoughtfully in the shadows, then she emerged back out into the light. She eventually bumped your hand with her nose. You carefully adjusted so your fingers were out of the way if she wanted to take the ball.

She seemed to consider it for a long moment, then sat resolutely, looking at you as if to say, Your move.

You gave the ball a gentle roll away, then retrieved it, showing it to her. "See? That's how you do it."

You repeated the procedure a couple more times, underhand throwing it a bit farther each time. The last time, you gave it a little more muscle than you'd intended and had to trot a ways for it. When you returned, you could almost swear the small gray dog was about to very politely clap her paws.

Then she abruptly disappeared under the porch. A split second later, Kai appeared around the corner.

"I think she's almost got you trained," she teased.

You let the ball drop as you strode over to her. "I think you're right," you said and as soon as you were within reach, she kissed you.

"Hello," she murmured when she released you.

"Hello," you repeated, sounding rather dazed. "Silver off-duty?"

"Unfortunately not," she said, "or I'd suggest we get some lunch. But I wanted to see if you'd be interested in dinner? I thought we could--"

"Yes," you blurted out.

"Don't you want to hear the idea before you agree to it?" she asked.

You gave a hitch of your shoulder. "Doesn't matter. If you're going to be there, that's where I'd like to be, too."

"I know the feeling," she said then cleared her throat. "But I was wondering if you wanted to do something super fancy? I saw a restaurant the other day that looked like it might cost an entire year's salary just walk through the door. I talked to the doorman, turns out the owners have a fondness for Spartans. Said they'd be thrilled to give us a discount and we don't even need a reservation."

"I think I know the place. They have a dress code, formal wear only, fancy dresses, expensive tux, that sort of thing."

"Yeah," she said, rubbing her hands together gleefully.

You hated to have to break it to her. "I, um, don't have a tux," you admitted. "Or a fancy dress, for that matter."

"Oh, well, I'm sure we can…" she trailed off, then began to chuckle. "I don't have a fancy dress, either. Or a tux. The most expensive 'outfit' I ever wear is my Mjolnir."

"If they're Spartan fans, they'd probably accept that," you said. "Give me a few days and I'll see what I can come up for--"

"Nah," she interrupted. "It was just a thought. I wouldn't mind staying in, actually. Meet up at my room at chow time, then?"

You nodded, saying, "I'll be there."

She caught hold of the front of your shirt and pulled you into another scorching kiss. "Hopefully I will be, too, handsome. Unless the Covenant makes the bad decision to ruin my dinner plans."

"No worries, I understand."

"Wish I could stay longer but you'll do better with Gigi if I'm not here," she said.

"I'm not sure I'll be making progress any time soon," you confessed.

The corner of her mouth twitched. "Oh, I think you're doing better than you realize. Where'd the ball go?"

You turned to look and... the ball was gone. Or rather, it was just barely visible under the porch, resting between two little gray paws.

You looked back at Kai and she grinned.

Back on base, someone called your name as you wove through the crowded hallway. The other marines parted, revealing Master Chief in his Mjolnir, carrying his helmet at his hip and cutting towards you with purpose.

"Walk with me," he said brusquely and you fell in step as directed.

You couldn't help but wonder if he was going to take over for Vannak-134 and lay down a series of veiled or not-so-veiled threats now that things had... escalated with you and Kai. It caught you off-guard, then, when he said, "What do you know about massage?"

You blinked a few times. "Therapeutic or recreational?" you finally asked.

"Therapeutic. Recreational. Both, possibly."

"Are you asking for a recommendation as to where to get a...?" you trailed off as the look he gave you would've probably knocked over three Grunts, two Jackals and at least one fully armed Field Marshal.

"I want to learn how to give a massage to a non-Spartan in a way that won't cause discomfort," he clarified.

It all clicked. Of course, everybody knew about Chief's friend and the injuries she'd recently taken. "How is she?" you asked. "Kai mentioned wanting us to stop by to check in on her but I didn't know if she was up for visitors."

His expression gentled. "I think she'd like that. She's healing but… It takes time. Apparently."

You inclined your head thoughtfully. "Have you asked somebody in medical about therapeutic massage?"

"I was hoping for a little more discretion."

"ODST Jerry--"

"--would be a lot less discreet than asking medical," he interrupted.

You crossed your arms in contemplation. "When I was assigned to A-Company, Corporal Perez used to wager massages instead of credits in poker games."

"And his massages were that good?"

You shrugged. "Don't know personally, never beat him. But there had to be something to it because everybody did their best to win one."

"A-Company is on Reach right now," he mused.

"I'm sure he'll help you, no poker game required."

"All right, then, I'll talk to him. Thanks."

"Um, Chief?" you said before he could walk away. "Do you have access to Kai's room, by any chance?"

And that look probably caused half a dozen Grunts just outright drop dead somewhere. Your self-preservation instincts insisted that you take a slight but distinctive step back.

"Why do you ask?" he said flatly.

"I'd like to surprise her." You quickly detailed out your plan.

At the end of it, he paused, evaluating, then said, "All right, I'll help you."

You were just straightening the bouquet on the table when your padd chimed.

117: On her way.

You sent back a thanks, then put the padd away and finished the last touches to set the scene before heading out to wait in the hall.

Kai came around the corner, dressed in crisp, dark gray civvies, and her face lit up when she saw you. She greeted you with a kiss, then stepped back and looked you over from head to toe. "Wow," she finally said.

It would've taken a stronger person than you not to preen a bit under her admiring gaze. "You like?" you asked, spreading your arms a bit.

You were wearing your regular civvies pants and boots but from somewhere Master Chief had actually produced a button-down dress shirt and matching tie, all color-coordinated to best compliment your eyes. Chief had told you that last part with a slightly bemused expression, as if he were repeating nonsensical words in a foreign language he was being fed by an ear comm.

"Oh, I like," Kai said. "A lot."

You stopped her before she opened the door. "Close your eyes."

"It's a surprise?" she said and just from that tone, you immediately made a mental note to find some way to throw her a surprise party one day.

"It's a surprise," you confirmed and the hand she put over her eyes did nothing to hide her broad smile. You opened the door and led her into the darkened room. Once the door had closed behind you both, you told her she could look.

The table that had been set up in front of the couch was laden with shiny covered trays of food, with barely enough room for the centerpiece of flowers and candles at the center. You'd set the room lights to a quarter, low enough for ambiance but bright enough so you didn't have to worry about tripping over your chair.

"What's this?" she said, her expression delighted.

"Well, since we couldn't get to the fancy restaurant on such short notice, I thought we could bring the fancy restaurant to us. Do… do you like it?"

"It… This is the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me," she said, a definite sheen to her eyes. The hug she gave you was perhaps a bit too tight but there was no force in this universe or any other that would've made you pull away.

After dinner, you and Kai moved the table out of the way and cuddled up on the couch in the circle of lights and shadows cast by the candlelight.

"How did you manage all of this?" she asked, positioning so that her head rested on your shoulder.

"Master Chief," you said without hesitation. "He wanted to ask me about massages and I took the opportunity to--"

That had her sitting back up to look at you. "He wanted you to give him a massage?" she questioned, arching a brow thoughtfully. "Or to give you a massage? Is oil involved? Because I'm pretty sure I could sell a shit-ton of tickets to any of that and I want to get on it before ODST Jerry beats me to it."

"He wanted to learn how to safely give a massage to a non-Spartan," you explained. "And, uh, thanks?"

She chuckled, then looked thoughtful. "Does massage help healing?"

"It can. Even just simple touch can be very therapeutic."

You could see that trying to process. "Spartans heal by pushing through it," she finally said.

You had known how badly she had been injured, of course, but that had been before you had spoken that fateful time in the elevator. "Maybe you would've healed even faster if you would've had somebody to...?"

As you trailed off, you traced the curve of her cheek with your fingertips. Her eyelids fluttered as if she were briefly overwhelmed by the sensation, so you gave her a moment, then repeated it. She leaned into your touch, letting her eyes close.

You tenderly tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, then brushed your fingers along her temple, her cheek, her jaw. Her breathing hitched slightly as you skimmed the pad of your thumb across her lower lip.

Your fingers moved to sweep slowly across her forehead, followed the line of her nose, went back to her temple on the other side, making your way in leisurely strokes down to her chin. When you touched her mouth again, her lips parted and her eyes opened.

"Can I try?" she asked, her tone husky.

Words fled you then, so you nodded.

She used a single fingertip to map the broadest features of your face, a rough sketch as she figured out how much pressure and strength to use. Then she repositioned in a heartbeat, straddling your lap so she could use both hands, and she explored your features so thoroughly you felt as if she had made a masterpiece out of you by the time she was done.

"Are you sure this is what they do for therapy?" she murmured into your ear.

"This might be more recreational than therapeutic," you admitted and loosened your tie.

With deft motions, she undid the tie completely and pulled it free, draping over her own shoulders. "They fixed the bed," she said conversationally, her gaze flicking from your mouth to your eyes and back again.

It took two tries for you to respond. "Uh, did they? Good."

She found the top button of your dress shirt and popped it free of the buttonhole. "Want to break it again?"

You gave her a crooked grin. "Yes, please, ma'am."

She winked, standing and pulling you to your feet in a smooth motion. As she led you across the room, she paused just long enough to blow out the candles but, even in the abrupt change in lighting, you had no trouble seeing her brilliant smile.

Note: You might think that Corporal Perez is a nod towards Cpl. Talia Perez from season 2 but I suspect that she might've been named for this fellow from Halo 2's level "Metropolis." He's one of my favorite NPCs and I always tell him hi when I see him, lol! (In my mind, he knows that, too. *nodnods*) This level is one of my all-time favs so I've seen Cpl. Perez quite a bit and I wanted to give him a little shout-out. 😉

[walder-138]

Hello darl!! From the edgy ask meme:

10, 13, 14 and 15 - for Oz please!! I'd love to get to know more about him!! <3

Hi Goose! I’m happy to hear from you again!

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

One where Oz takes up Adler’s offer to help him hunt down Perseus. Perseus (organization) really fucked him up and during his time as an Army Ranger, so he’s got a personal vendetta against everyone involved with them.

Oz knew Adler beforehand as the Rangers and MACV-SOG worked together countless times, so the two are well-acquainted and they kept in touch after Oz’s… thing that resulted him in getting discharged.

That was all backstory, but the reason Oz didn’t get involved with the Safehouse people was because of Bell. When Adler said they were brainwashing a literal fucking PERSEUS agent he left almost immediately. No matter how hard Adler tried to convince him using the ‘greater good’ bullshit, Oz wasn’t taking the chance with a fucking Red. (In my AU, he was right)

Okay I got sidetracked, but I think it’d be cool to see how he’d interact with the others. Like if he didn’t know Bell was brainwashed like Mason and Woods didn’t. I’d imagine him and Hudson would have some choice words to throw in each other’s direction. Oz, Sims, Lazar, and Bell (if Oz didn’t know they were Russian) would be besties.

I could imagine since Oz’s dad was a Brit, he’d fuck around with Lazar by giving him the wrong definitions for British slang. (Since Lazar had a thing for Park)

He’d be like “Yeah bro you should tell her you’re going out for a shag and invite her to join you. It would get you two some time alone. Shag means cigarette dude trust me I swear to God I would never lie to you.” And whenever Lazar’d walk away to talk to her, Oz would break down and start laughing when he was out of earshot.

Also, depending on the Bell, I could imagine Oz showing them pictures of Jenny and telling them about her throughout the campaign. However, when Adler was eventually forced to tell Oz they were brainwashed, he’d probably try to kill Bell for that reason. Cause if they go marching straight back to Perseus, knows who Oz is AND that he has a daughter, Jenny would be a prime target due to both her disability and her father.

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

It depends. If he knew I made him? He'd murder me. No hesitation, and there wouldn't be anything I could do about it. I know it's a cliche answer, but I am NOT lying when I say I've put dudebro through hell and back. It’d be on sight.

If Oz didn't know who I was? He wouldn't care enough to have any negative feelings towards me. I’d get along with him well enough so that he wouldn’t beat me unconscious if we met.

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

After he left Vietnam, Oz wanted people to be intimidated by him. Growing up, and during the war, he learned the only way to get what he wants is through coercion and breaking noses. Oz didn’t really like talking to new people even before his wartime nostalgia, so if people were intimidated by him, they’d fuck off.

However, when Jenny came into his life, Oz changed. He didn’t want people to be intimidated by him (at least not all the time) cause he didn’t want their fear to run off on Jenny. His worst fear is for Jenny to see him the way he saw his father. (😔 spoiler alert: she will) So he starts acting softer, and he’d want to be seen more as a protector than an aggressor.

Jenny changed his life for the better.

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

This might come off as a disappointment, but no 😭 I suck at finding faceclaims and none of them match how I imagined Oz to look cause THERE NOT UGLY ENOUGH 😭 THERES TOO MANY PRETTY BOYS AND NOT ENOUGH WRETCHED CREATURES FROM HELL. OZ IS NO MORE THAN A SOLID 6/10, AND THATS TOO NICE. ITS IMPOSSIBLE FOR SOMEONE MAMED OSWALD TO GET HIGHER THAN A 6/10. IM SORRY POOKIE 😭

Thank you again for the asks! I’ll get to your other one between now and the next 40 years!

[countlessrealities]

"ALASTOR!"

Vaggie bursts inside the Radio Demon's room like a small but deadly hurricane. She's holding the microphone again, but this time there are at least three rugs between it and her hand.

The rest of her words, however, gets stuck on her tongue at the sight she's faced with.

The spot where the floor meets the dark grass is stained in fresh blood, the redness enhanced by the flickering lights of the candles, the only source of light in the room. What used to be a demon is spread out in the middle of the large pool. It's hard to say what species they were, as gruesomely mutilated they are. Even their severed head isn't of much help, considering that half of their face had been ripped off by a vicious bite.

Alastor is on his knees, hunched over the corpse, one arm stuck inside its abdominal cavity, while the other had been half way to his mouth, holding what looks like a kidney. He's not fully transformed, but his limbs are inhumanly elongated and his antlers are stretching out at the sides of his head.

"...Jesus fucking Christ, Al," is all Vaggie can blurt out, pressing a hand against her temple. This is the last thing she needs. She already has a headache.

The Radio Demon throws the whole kidney in his mouth, tears off a small chunk of intestines and then melts into the shadows. He reappears in front of her in his usual form. His clothes are somehow immaculate, but his face and teeth are dripping with blood.

"What's with you and interrupting my meals, Vaggie?" He questions in a conversational tone, as if she had walked on him eating a salad. "If I didn't know better I'd think that it's on purpose." He offers her the chunk of organs he's holding. "Can I offer you a taste?"

Vaggie scowls at him, not even looking down at the "food" she's being presented with. If he thinks he's being funny, he is not.

"You know that I don't want it," she states firmly, a little growl echoing in her voice. "Cut the crap. Where is my spear? I want it back, since it served its purpose." She points the dead demon with her thumb. "The caller, I supposed?"

Alastor gives a slow nod and then sinks his teeth in the chuck of intestines. His shadow slithers up, followed by a tentacle holding the former Exorcist's weapon. She snatches it quickly, shoving the microphone against the Overlord's chest.

"Great. Now take this thing back!" She hisses, but her body relaxes the moment the device is out of her hand. "And never leave it to me again. You hear me? I'll throw it in the fucking trash next time. I swear."

The Radio Demon doesn't look worried or offended by her words. Instead, he slides closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders before she can move away. Red eyes glow, full of malicious promises.

"Speaking of, how was your first radiocast, my dear? Fun, right?" He asks conspiratorially, bloody grin wide and dangerous. "I have some pointers, but all in all you did wonderfully for a greenhorn! Oh, darling, what a surprise it was. Who knew that you had that in you. I'm impressed, Vaggie. Truly. And that's not something that happens often."

The former Exorcist tenses again as the other's grip on her tightens, static running unpleasantly along her skin. She can't tell if he's mocking her or not, and honestly she doesn't want to know. She can't tell which one would be worse.

"I'm sure that could do great things T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅG̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ, you and I."

That's the push Vaggie needs to find the strength to break away. She's usually not scared of Alastor, but the idea of suddenly becoming one of his chosen projects terrifies her.

"Fuck, no! Don't even think about it. Don't. Now I'm gonna leave, and we'll never speak of this ever again. Did I make myself clear?"

She doesn't wait for an answer. She turns on her heels and storms out before things can get worse. Besides, she has more important things to do. Like making sure that none of the residents has heard her podcast. And also finding the words to text Adam an apology.

Alastor watches her go, smug and pleased with what he has achieved. Once the door has been slammed close, he heads back towards his unfinished snack. Now he can eat in peace. As his body stretches out once again, shadows filling the room, he makes a mental note to give Vox a call later. It's about time they agree on a date and a time for their next outing.

{ @holoharbinger / @creationtainted }

[nenestansunsthings]

Scar and pearl hangin out? Or Joe and Cleo. Dealers choice. :)

dealer picked scar and pearl!!! thank you so much for your vote, lonely-eldritch-monster :))

____

The sun is setting lower and lower, painting the sky slowly in shades of yellow and orange. Scar sighs, slumping further back into his wheelchair. It's been a long day of rearranging, building, searching for stuff in his giant shulker monster. It'd have taken longer if not for...

"Man, thanks for helping me out, Pearl. I thought I'd be clearing out boxes forever."

"You would have," Pearl laughs. "You're lucky I was in the area, Scar! Now, how much are you gonna owe me for this..."

"No!!! No, you volunteered for this yourself!!!" In a dramatic show of desperation, Scar wails, swooning like a fainting Victorian maiden. "I can't believe you! Tricking a poor, innocent park owner like this!"

"Poor is right, Scar! Hand over your diamonds!"

"Noooooooooo!!"

She snorts, her shoulders shaking with laughter. "Ah, I'm just messin' with ya. Don't worry, Scar, your diamonds are safe. For now. I'm just happy you tried cleaning it all up."

"Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint our one and only cleaning lady, would I?" He shoots her a brilliant smile. "... Hey, if I call you next time and you give me a discount, can I set something up so you can clean up my stuff and my sorting system won't have to?"

"Scar!"

"I'm scared of breaking it, Pearl! It's so complicated and redstone-y! I'm not made for redstone, Pearl!!"

"A stack of diamonds per cleaning."

"... Wow, would you look at my amazing, wonderful, going-to-be-used-every-time redstone sorting system!"

"See? I knew you'd understand." She snickers. "Your redstone can't be that bad, Scar. Don't just let that sorting system sit around gathering dust!"

"Fine, fiiiine." He sighs. "Maybe if the most organized person on the server tells it not to break, it won't."

"I could do that for you," she jokes. "Cast some alien magic on it so it never breaks. Then you'll be able to put those poor unorganized shulker boxes in it no problem."

"Your aliens have magic?!"

"... Hmm. I haven't decided that yet." She shrugs. "Could also just be really advanced tech. What's that quote again? Uh… sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic?"

"Industriabubble?" Scar blinks. "That's, uh…"

"God, I don't even remember if that's the right word." Pearl shakes her head. "If tech is advanced enough, it's essentially the same as magic, basically."

Scar's eyes light up. "Wait. So if I made, like, a super advanced futuristic sci-fi world, I could basically say it's a magic world and mix both concepts? Oh, that's a wonderful idea, Pearl! I should do that next season!"

"Hey, don't go stealing ideas from me!"

"Me? Steal ideas?" He gasps. "Why, I would never! I'm a capitalist, Pearl! Would a capitalist ever steal ideas?"

"Ohhhh, I guess not." She snickers. "You're right. You're just borrowing them."

"Exactly!"

Music swells around them as the nighttime announcement plays. Scar winces- he really should sleep. Or someone should. His streets are not Scar-safe.

"Don't worry, I got it." Pearl taps the moon-shaped crest of light before her that summons her inventory, pulling out a grey bed with a flourish. "Wouldn't want our work to be destroyed by any creepers. Or your park, for that matter…"

She blinks. "Oh! While we're here, Scar- would you show me around? Your park just keeps getting bigger and bigger! Was that a castle wall I saw, flying in?"

"New and freshly terraformed!" Scar perks up, already spinning to face the beginnings of his castle. "Come with me! It is looking amazing. I can't wait to show you everything!"

"Scar, wait-"

Scar takes off excitedly, the rockets and wings strapped to his wheelchair leaving a wispy trail of smoke. Behind him, Pearl swears, taking out some rockets of her own.

"Scar! Scar, it's still nighttime! Scar-!"

[doubleddenden]

I'm in the last few stretches of the game. I beat the main stories and I'm in post game territory, and then after I'm gonna hunt down a few peculiar Pokemon and explore.

I'll hold off on a full review until after I've beaten this little thingy (not that anyone really reads them, its just nice to organize my thoughts), but for the most part I did enjoy my time. Absolutely hated the technical issues, the bugs, and definitely think I need to be refunded at least $20 for playing a beta basically, but- and this is very important- I still had an incredible time playing. I do not excuse the flaming dumpster fire, but I will give praise where its due for all of the very many diamonds in the ruft.

A 6/10 for now, but when the eventual performance patch comes through (and they pretty much have to since this is the game we're stuck with for at least 2 to 3 years and especially for Worlds), I'd easily upgrade it to 8 or 9, depending on what else they do to compensate their very severe errors.

Anyway, below will be my team I used- I was mostly off by two or 3 Pokemon in terms of predictions, but I also kept a small amount of Pokemon in rotation for my journey and picked up some stragglers towards the end.

Be warned: Below are spoilers for some very special Pokemon.

I have not nicknamed anyone just yet (except Garganacl, who was jokingly named GarganaclBOI), but I plan to when I can eventually commit the Pokemon names to memory, like I did with my Sword team.

Ceruledge (Ghost/Fire): She (yes, I'm surprised it was a girl) was the main reason I chose Violet and is quite frankly my favorite Pokemon in the new generation. She's decent in a fight as well, and her signature move- Bitter Blade- not only fits my pessimistic ass to a T, but its also really heckin good. She quickly became my ace and won me many fights. She just... really hates pictures and baths. Keeps running away from me when I try to get them.

Meowscarada (Grass/Dark): He was my starter- sort of mid design tbh, but he quickly proved super powerful, although very frail. Despite Ceruledge being my fav, Meowscarada is probably the most loyal on my team, literally surviving the final champion fight by the skin of his teeth because of the extremely (and thankfully) nerfed Affection mechanic. He sleeps a lot but also likes to run with me a bunch. I think he and Ceruledge work really well together, especially in Rime's gym where they sweeped her ghosts with no effort, and I might ship the two? Unclear.

Wugtrio (Water): She's a surprise catch tbh. I really wasn't expecting Wigglet to be so early in game, nor that I'd actually use it given that I think convergent species are just a stupid rebranding of regional variants, but I do think I got attached to this one anyway and its come in clutch, plus her colors go well with the rest of my team. She's very shy I'm noticing, all three heads staying in the rocks most of the time unless we battle. Her Gooey ability has helped turn the tide of battle so often.

Pawmot (Electric/Fighting): Although I think Pawmo could just be erased and nothing could be lost from the line, I do really like the guy. He's a very strong fighter but goes down pretty quick, and we spent a lot of time together trying to reach the 1,000 steps to make it evolve (I swear it's closer to 10,000). Anyway, he's spunky! He's a Careful nature but also apparently likes pranks, so I think he's always pranking the others with very meticulous plans.

Clodsire (Poison/Ground): Although Ceruledge is my favorite, Clodsire I think is my second favorite of the gen, and snatched victory from the jaws of defeat so often, and won the final blow against the "Top" Champion as well. Its a poison machine, pretty much guaranteeing the enemy dies once she gets on the field. But I also just love her dumb stupid face, and I really love the back spike thingies too. I want a big pillow of a Clodsire so bad :)

Cetitan (Ice): He's mostly on rotation tbh, but he was on my team for the last bit of the league and... I dunno, I really like him a lot. As a Cetoddle, he was the only Pokemon that willingly came to me to not pick a fight, and did a little habby dance for me. He also went into his ball without a fuss or any damage at all- and somehow, I learned what its like to be James from Team Rocket. He's not all that strong tbh, but I like him enough as a friend and he helped with very important battles

Now, for my team members on rotation

Espathra (Psychic): I didn't plan on adding a Karen Ostrich, but he actually came in handy against the Team Star bases, especially against the Poison and Fighting one.

Tinkaton (Fairy/Steel): She didn't actually participate in many fights, but she did travel with us a fair bit anyway- And mainly left a strong impression because when I first encountered her in the desert, she kept Sweet Kissing Meowscarada as a Floragato when she was a Tinkatuff, so I imagine she's got a Panini crush to Meowscarada's Chowder, if that makes sense.

Iron Jugulis (Dark/Flying): The first of the Paradox Pokemon I caught, and I used it for the rest of Area Zero when I did. He's still fairly new, but I do like it a bunch. It's like a more compact Hydreigon- But not quite as strong, and also like, way more common than I thought possible for something like this. His face is all LED's though, which is cool af

Miraidon (Dragon/Electric): I LOVE MY MOTORCYCLE DRAGON DOG BOI!!!! I LOVE HIM!!! It's like Toothless is in my party constantly, and his moments in the story give him so much character, like a big ol dumb doggo. The ending where he saved our lives by standing up to his fears broke me, man, and I consider him the true 6th team member tbh. However, he's way more useful to ride on imo, so I just keep him on the sidelines. But I think that's okay, he seems to just like adventure anyway. I'm so glad we had a wonderful ending together where he gets to stay with us (although transferring to the future games will be... worrying, consider you cannot box him). I haven't cared about a legendary this much since Nebby. I love my big metal dog. AND I LOVE THAT I CAN KINDA DO THE AKIRA SLIDE!

Iron Thorns (Rock/Electric): I'm mainly raising it to try something different, but I think it might be my favorite of the Violet Paradoxes. My dream would be to have a shiny of it, though.

GarganaclBOI (Rock) (SHINY): He did nothing, he's relevant because he's my first natural full odds shiny of the game- and he came right after all the story was done lol. He's a golden kinda copper color, and looks pretty neat :)

anyways I got really attached to these guys. I'm kinda tempted to get Scarlet for its exclusives, but I'll wait to see how they address the bugs and stuff. Until then, I'm really looking forward to making more teams with transfer mons in the future.

[pilotheather]

k. finale time

ep 11 - dark water

preface this by me saying im doing dogshit right now so idk if im going to get through this ep in one go we'll see

again. kinda wish i saw these live. i bet the reveals in this finale were crazy. and again bugh... im thinking again about current who and sigh bc we're never gonna get that again are we. sorry i whined already. it was just nice to watch stuff with ppl even if youre, like, alone. now its just straight up alone. LOL.

like i dont even know what was happening at this time. do the reddit live reeaction threads exist from back then. did they know danny was abt to die right now. like was that leaked. im certain therre was missy speculation which speaking fo im excited to see her again. missy come home

like jesus fucking christ

WHY IS MADGE FREOM BENIDORM HERE I FORGOT SHEWAS LIKE CLARAS NAN HLEP ME sorry that took me out of it

CLARA YOU'RE SO FUNNY FOR THIS

THE WAY HE DOES NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF. "DANNY PINK IS DEAD." HE'S LIKE UM. AND? STOP. CHRIST.

why did it make the splunch.mp4 sound when she chucked it.

i think its funny. i still lowkey hate clara for season 7 and a lot of the... very irritating qualities written into her. but i am also kind of obsessed sometimes. i wish companions could be wretched cunts like this more often.

i keep thinking about how much i'd kill myself bass boosted if i did manage to actually off myself properly and there was still more. and if chris addison was the one there to tell me that.

hi missy

shes so funny shes so funny fo rhtis everything about missy is maybe the funniest fucking thing conceieved i need moffat desperately for this in retrospect this is such an insanely thing to do with the master but also shes just havbing fun

THE WAY SHE JUST JUMPS HIM LIKE CHRIST ITS SO GOOD

"My heart... Is maintained by the Doctor..." "Doctor... Who? 🤨" "... 🥺............... DOCTOR CHANG!!! 🤬"

i forgot how kinda dopey these cybermen looked

guys i miss the s10 finale

i need her so bad 👆

ep 12 - death in heaven

its funny i dont remember that much from this finale but comparatively i swear i rate it like. relatively highly as being pretty solid.

thats not saying jack shit so many of the finales are dog shit

OSGOODDDD YOUR RELENTLESS SLAYYYYY

"87. Ocd." help me.

i forget help why did you sedate him youre insane

the really dodgy fucking crowd outside saying the mos t obvious shit is making me giggle. also ilove this absolute bullshit scifi mumbo jumbo, even worse than usual, like i forgot they did it like this. like what the fuck are you talking about. the rain forming perfect metal suits around them. hang on does it have a name

https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Cyber-pollen

you're lying to me (<- he would later find out they said this in the episode)

i wish they'd done something with the designs to make it look more organic and to make it look like it literally grew over the corpses. i get that that would be more expensive but it would be tight as fuck. i love it when the cybermen lean into horror more.

why did they make him the president. its so messy.

clara just yapping

also classic fucking moffat giving his special little girl the same birthdya as doctor who fuck off man.

isnt it crazy how missy and 12 are so toxic yuri

its bewildering to me how danny is somhehow the only one that did not hit that fat delete button like i guess ok fin hes one of the last few in there but help me. is there really no one else. i guess if you simulate them ALL feeling eerything they would all jsut delete in the end but still

Permission to squee!

YOU, DOCTOR, ARE A HATER.

THE THANK YOU AND THE LITTLE KISS IS SO FUNNY

IT JUST SENDS ME INTO HYSTERICS THE WAY THIS WHOLE TIME CLARA IS JUST HUGGING HER METAL BOY TOY.

SOLDIERS

WE MUST FIGHT IN THE KILL YOURSELF WAR

EVERYONE. FLY UP AND EXPLODE RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

"All of it is on you." GIRL HE DID NOTHING

BRIGADIER JUST THERE LIKE EHRM. 🧍‍♂️

danny you are such a little angel baby pookie pecan pie with sprinkles and cherries

this is so fucking rough man

imagine if this was 12 and clara goodbye. help me. that would have been so funny

[medicinemane]

Get real tired of my mom

I ask her if she can like... actually do some laundry if I bring it down to her so we can store clean stuff in an organized way instead of dirty trashbags full of it

Answer is basically "I guess", though she made very sure to tell me not to put it in the middle of the dinningroom because that would be in her way for doing yoga... cause you know, the default is to assume I fuck everything up and am just kind of a selfish asshole with no forethought

(Only reason I'd do that is if I was trying to like... actually fucking make her help, but I don't tend to be that petty)

So I go and I clean out this... it's not the nastiest thing I've seen by a long shot, but it's a hamper that has a lot of some kinda powder in the bottom and a bit of fly prints around the side, and I spend like 15 minutes scrubbing it down the best I can with hydrogen peroxide and then finishing with rubbing alcohol to... to hopefully at least kill anything gross on the bits I couldn't get fully clean (cause I suck and I can never get anything totally clean)

Then, I go to eat one of the things she picked up from arby's. The other day she discovered that she could stop by the grocery store, pick up bread and meat and make herself a sandwich and have more food for home for cheaper than fast food... so she 100% is never doing that again

Whatever, she gets some and she (for once, there's plenty of times she doesn't and basically fuck me getting diner) brought me home some stuff... which as I expected I found that she ate one of, cause she can eat anything in the house, so the best thing is to always eat something I can actually stomach

But you know... that's not even the part that irritates me most with it, it's that she couldn't even throw out the fucking wrapper

Like... just take it 2 feet to the trash instead of leaving it on the stove

If it wouldn't be super disruptive and just kind of cruel, I'd legit just go tell her to get the fuck out. Like... you don't help me clean up after you, you constantly make a mess, she's legit one of the main reasons I'm constantly saying how worthless I am (and the people most responsible were her parents, who she'd literally take me over to so they'd give her money, so like she indirectly has a part in the rest of it), so... why the fuck should I keep letting you stay here?

Life would be so much fucking easier without you here, I might actually be able to clean the place up... I might be able to enjoy some quiet... I might not have to play therapist to the person who said no one could ever love me... you know?

Like 1200 bucks, that's why. Cause I'm a useless loser who doesn't have an income and can't act on any of the shit that might make me money. Legit that's a whole lot of the reason to let her stay

...the other reason is I'm not heartless and I'm not gonna kick someone out that would probably just go die if I did, but... I don't fucking know

You know, she spends money on a personal assistant for her writing... her writing which makes like... $12 some months

She makes herself miserable taking on like 3 projects every month, and every month swearing that's the end of it, she's not gonna over fill her plate again, and then doing the same thing next month. None of them are her own projects, almost none of them make money, almost all of them are trying to get into charity anthologies for exposure

Which is part of why she can't help me, cause she's always too tired because she's got all these big important projects that she... that she straight up pays money to get into and to have a PA promote

No offense to the PA, sure they do a great job, more it's offense to someone spending money we don't have... and you know... I could even deal with all this, all this, if she'd just... not spend money at walmart to buy stuff I get cheaper at costco... give me money for costco so I can do stuff like... pick up more hydrogen peroxide and rubbing alcohol so I stop having to ration them... pick up toothpaste so I don't have to ration it... if you're gonna blow money on the writing fine, but at least don't blow money on inferior shit from shitty companies

Anyway, I'm just kinda worthless trash and need to blow my brains out already

A gun costs a lot, but frankly it would be a good investment if it got rid of me