#It's all Sacha's fault

[sylvienerevarine]

Sophrine Aulette's Skyrim Encyclopedia (Part 1)

Ok, an explanation: my brother bought me Philomena Cunk's hilarious reference book for Christmas, and it inspired me to write this goofy semi-fic. It's now Sylvieverse canon that Soph writes a humorous guide to Skyrim and it's a bestseller for years.

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Atmora

Atmora is sometimes called the “old country,” largely because everyone from there had beards, which made them look quite a bit older. It’s also called that because the original Nords came from there thousands of years ago in search of better weather. Why they stopped at Skyrim is anyone’s guess. One of the most famous people from Atmora was Ysgramor, who was fond of killing elves and living in an upturned boat.

No one’s heard anything from the Atmorans in a while, which means they all either froze to death or their postal service is terrible.

Automatons

Dwemer Automatons are creatures made of metal that run on magic and steam. You can find them lurking around old Dwarven ruins waiting for treasure hunters to show up, and then slicing them to ribbons. This is the only game they seem to know.

There are four main types of automatons: spiders, spheres, ballistas, and centurions. Actually they’re all called centurions, but that’s confusing, so here we are. Spiders are the ones that look like spiders and are sort of cute. Spheres are the ones that look almost human on top, but roll around on a big metal ball, in which they possibly store lightning. Ballistas resemble an angry fish with legs and are horrible. Centurions look like metal giants and use a huge amount of energy, which is why they sleep in big magic arches that don’t look very comfortable.

Dwemer automatons don’t seem to work outside their ruins, which is a relief, because can you imagine running into one at the market? On the other hand, it would be very funny to have a mechanical butler.

Cheese

Cheese is basically milk, but solid. It’s also the best food to ever be invented, and features in all the best dishes: cheesecakes, cheese souffles, cheese straws, cheese omelets, and fondue. My aunt Sacha, who lives in the Shivering Isles, once taught me how to make a kind of cheese that turns all colors inside-out, but I don’t usually attempt that one.

Most cheese in Skyrim comes from goats or cows. Giants have been known to make mammoth cheese, but they’re not very good about sharing it. I swiped some once and it was remarkably chewy, but very good.

Dragonborn

A Dragonborn is a person who, through no fault of their own, was born with the wrong type of soul. Generally speaking, humans have human souls, elves have elf souls, Nords have alcohol, and so on. A Dragonborn, on the other hand, has a normal person-type body with a dragon’s soul stuffed inside.

The main job of a Dragonborn is to slay evil dragons and boss around the less evil ones. For a long time, though, there were very few dragons around, so Dragonborns had to occupy their time by becoming emperors. This lasted right up until the time Martin Septim exploded.

I am currently the only living Dragonborn, which is a very fun position to be in. There was another one hiding out in Oblivion named Miraak, but he tragically perished for reasons that were only partially my fault.

Things Dragonborns Can Do:

Absorb dragon souls

Use aforementioned souls to quickly learn Words of Power

Scream at things

Read dragon language without taking lessons

Get free garlic bread at the Frostfruit Inn in Rorikstead

Kyne

Kyne is the Nordic goddess of wind, sky, the outdoors, and probably camping. You might know her as Kynareth, Khenarthi, Tava, or Kenny (though I’ve only met one person who called her that, and he was very drunk). 

In Nord tradition, Kyne was married to Shor (aka Lorkhan) and rain is the result of her crying because her husband tragically died from having his heart stuck under a volcano. It follows that the best way to get rain for your crops is to shout things like: “Missus Kyne, remember how much you loved your husband? Wasn’t it tragic how badly he was murdered?” That usually does the trick.

Kyne is also supposedly the one who taught the Dragon Voice to humans, to which I would like to respond “thank you” and also “why.”

Mead

Mead is the primary beverage, export, and religion in Skyrim. It’s made out of honey, and is therefore sweet enough that you don’t realize for a while just how strong it is, and then you’re in a bar fight with a racist old man in Windhelm. Not that that’s ever happened to me.

My husband is something of an expert on mead, and it’s his most cherished belief that happy bees make the drink taste better. I’m not quite sure how you can tell a bee’s emotional state, but I’m sure there’s a knack to it.

[snowyyyw]

Jack Frost x Halloween!Fem!Reader

Part 1:Me? A Guardian? Pft-! Funny!

This is a jack frost x Halloween!Reader. The reader basically Hu Tao from Gensin impact, and only 2 children can see her.

I hope you enjoy this<3!

It was a cold day, but Sacha(Reader) didn't care about the cold and went outside to play with kids.

"Sacha is here!" One of them yelled

"Hi! How are my soldiers doing? Are you guys good?" I say as I bend down to their high.

After some time, most of the children were gone to home, so it's just that Sacha and James were outside.

"Sacha, can we explore the forest?" James asked whit puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, of course we can." she said as she held her hand for James to hold. As they were collecting mushrooms and chatting, Sacha heard a sound behind bushes.

"James, get behind me." I say and take out my knife

"Sacha..?" James said, his voice shaking.

"It's gonna be okay, darling. Now climb that tree behind us, okay?" I heard him climbing and take my eyes off from the bushes and look at him.

"If is it a bear or a coyote, I will get them away, and you will run to the village, okay?"

"But... what about you? I can't leave you behind..!" I was gonna talk back but shut my mouth when I heard growls from the bushes and coyotes start to come near me looked pissed.

"Suit the plan," I say before running off. As I ran, I saw all of them was behind, none of them there to attack James. I ran to the cliff and looked behind with a sad smile after that it's become dark for me.

I wake up to see a man standing right beside me. He looked like Deaht Eater from the stories used to tell the kids about. After than a voice from the sky called me

"Your name is Sacha Woods, and you are the spirit of Halloween"

"I'm a what?" I say as I looked at the moon

"We gonna be working together. I'm Deaht Eater btw" he said.

"And I'm Sacha Woods, I guess." it was silent between us for a while.

"Soo.. what are we gonna do together?" I asked him, but he was still looking at the sky.

"I'm gonna bring you the animal souls, and they are gonna help you with your holiday"

"Ohh.. okay" I say as I get up

"See you soon, then." I say, smiling before I start to walk away. I know this forest so I walk to the willage I know. As I get to the willage, I see people upset about something. Then I see james.

"Yo James!" I say as I ran in front of him

"I'm glad you are okay, mate!" I tried to give him a hug, but I can't. He just went through me.

"What?" I say whit a shaking voice

"Hey! Daphne!" I say the girl whit a hope

"It's me, Sacha guys!" I say spinning around.

"It wasn't your fault, James.." Daphne says to the boy next to him. As they start to walk away, all of them go through me. That it hit me.

"I'm I dead?" I say, looking around to see a picture of me with flowers around it.

It was a snow day at town. I was looking at the kids have a snow ball fight between each other. I was gonna leave, but I see my favorite twins coming on my way.

"How are my favorite twins doing today?" I say as i looked at them. They were first and the only bleivers I got. We talked till their mother called for them. They go to their home, and I stay on top of the tree looking at the sky.

"Why? Why me?" I say looking at the moon.

"If you're not gonna talk, then why you choose me?"

★At the North Pole★

The bunny and North were arguing on whose holiday is more important when man in the moon or for short Manny get into the view.

"Oh! Man in the moon! Long time no see old friend! Sandy, why didn't you tell us?" Sandy looked so done whit them.

"Pitch..!" Tooth says, looking at the shadow that just appeared.

"What are we gonna do then, Manny?" North asked, looking at the moon. After that, a crystal starts to rise from the ground.

"He's choosing a new guardian!" Tooth say whit a exited voice.

"Why would we need one?" Bunny says, rolling his eyes.

As they waited, a figure popped up.

"Jack Frost?" North say in a suprized voice

"Jack frost! Why him?!" Bunny say annoyed.

"There is one more!" Tooth says this time.

"Two?!" North tell at exited.

"Sacha Woods?" Bunny says and laughs in an annoyed tone

"A prank Star and a Devil side? Come on, Manny!"

"It's okay as long they helped us, right?" Tooth say, and sanndy nods at her comment.

"You don't understand! Jack doesn't care about kids! All his doing is ruin my Easter day! And Sacha? She is on the devil side! We can't trust her!"

"How you know she is on the devil side?" Tooth asked this time.

"I just know, okay!" Bunny says as he turns his back.

★Back to Sacha★

As I was walking through the streets, I saw gold sand in the sky.

"You see that?" I say, smiling to my cat with me.

"Let's go and see!" I say as he jumped my shoulder, and I start to fly towards the electrical wires. I touch one of them and it's shape as craved pumpkins and spin around my head.

My cat shadow was copying me on the other hand. As he touches the sand, it's shaped as fish. I giggle at the picture I was seeing.

I was having fun with my pet but suddenly something ran behind me. Me begin stupid, follow it to a dark alley, and look around.

"Hey! It's so nice seeing you!" A feminen voice rang my ears.

"Tooth Fariy?" I say as I let my guard down.

"Did you get mad at all the candy I'm giving to children?" I say, smirking.

"That's too, but right now it's not" I was confused.

"What-" I lifted up by a yeti from my collar.

"Hey! Let go!" I say as I tried to kick the yeti. I see them took shadow

"Give back my cat!" They trow me into a bag and start moving.

"Right on the time, Tooth!" A voice said, coming towards us. The yetis trow me on the ground so I was free and could go out. As I was getting out of the bag, I saw 2 elfs' looking at me.

"No way!-" I say as i get up from the ground.

"Sacha Wood, it's good to see you, my friend!" North say white opening his arms. I flew away from them and look at them.

"So how was your trip here? Was it good?" North asked

"Yeah! I'm so down for throwing into bags and then a yeti throwing me into a macig portal! This was awesome!" I say in a joking manner

"Good! It was my plan, actually!" North says in an exited voice.

"Soo- why I'm here?" I asked while bending down to pat an elf that brought me cookies.

"We'll wait for one more person," North says, and I lean towards a pillar. After some time, someone -whit the same way as me- brought to the north's place. After answering his questions. We finally get to the point.

"You guys are the new guardians!" North say and the music began, and little Tooth fries tried to give us necklaces from our own symbols. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Pft-JSVSJSB Me? A guardian? Jokes on you, I'm not looking to stuck in a place and do work all day" I said leaning against the table.

"I don't wanna be a guardian" I say as Shadow get on my shoulder and I pet him

"Me either," Jack said this time.

"Of course you guys want to be guardians! Music!"

"No music!" Me and Jack said at the same time and used our powers at the same time as well. So it just creates a cloudy mess around us.

Have a good day<3!!(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

[nnato]

Decided to do fictober with the fictober 2023 prompts ✨

You can request pairs for the prompts and I’ll put a list under the cut which prompts are already taken :)

1. "It's not too late, let's go."

2. Mitchtonio - "Don't worry, I got you."

3. Sacha/Jake - "Okay, show me."

4. Norman/Arthur - "Do you even know what this means?"

5. "You're the smartest person I know."

6. Mitch/Daniel - "I can't wait for you."

7. Mitch/Alex - "Do you recognise this?"

8. Mitch/Alex - "Give me that, before anything happens."

9. Mitch/Daniel - "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

10. Mitch/Daniel - "It's alright, I'm here now."

11. Mitch Sam - "You lost it. Well, we lost it."

12. Mitch/Daniel - "I'm not saying I didn't like it."

13. "Come with me, hurry."

14. Norman/Arthur - "If you don't stop now —"

15. Mitchtonio - "Fine, explain it to me."

16. Mitch/Alex - "Do you know a way out of here?"

17. Stoffel/Mitch - "I never said it would be easy."

18. "We can't do this on our own."

19. Robin/Antonio - "What if we're wrong?"

20. Sacha/Jake - "This better be good."

21. "Just in case this doesn't work."

22. Mitchtonio - "Who takes care of you?"

23. "No, you won't understand, ever."

24. "Is it over? Is it really over?"

25. Sacha/Jake - "Do I look like I knew that?"

26. "Honestly, why would I care?"

27. Lucas/Daniel - "I don't know if they will accept this."

28. Webbonso - "I may not get another chance to say this."

29. Mitch/Daniel - "That's all? Easy."

30. Sacha/Norman - "Are you with me?"

31. Sacha/Jake - "It's not your fault."

[blueikeproductions]

-Principal Gowen’s office, the continually exasperated black gentleman is getting the usual earful from Flemming-

Ms. Flemming: Our children are DYING! First Sacha Silverman and now Heather Chandler! What are you going to do about it, Gowan?

Gowan: Ok jump off that high orbit shuttle, Pauline and zip it. What do want me to do? It’s not MY fault those zit stains are offing each other. High school is all about survival of the fittest, Pauline, you should know that more than anyone.

-Kurt Kelly bursts into the office cartoonishly sobbing, holding up his arm that has a weird bite mark on it- Kurt: JD bit me!

Gowan: -snorts exasperatedly- And clearly you’re not among the fittest despite appearances.

Kurt: I think it’s infected!

Gowan: See, this is what I mean, Pauline. Natural selection. Makes our jobs a hell of a lot easier.

-Outside in the halls-

Braverman: Why did you bite Kurt anyhow, Jason?

JD: Because, Danny-boy, that Neanderthal asked me what he tasted like, and I told him. That boy doesn’t shower after gym, yech, my Slush Mug can’t get the taste out… -takes a sip from it- Besides, he’s got hickies on his neck, he liked it.

Ram: -within ear shot of the conversation is blushing red hard as the source of the hickies, with Thrash and Throttle confused by his reaction-

[quietly-by-myself]

Shadow By My Fireplace - Chapter 26

Masterlist

Thank you to @darkthingshappen for beta reading! You're awesome.

CW: slavery whump, past intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee,, low self-esteem, PTSD/flashbacks/phantom feelings, references to past noncon, scars, discussion of human trafficking, past human trafficking, internalized ableism

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It didn’t take Sacha long to make up his mind. In fact, his mind was made up right when he saw those other human trafficking survivors in the pictures. Even if he’d never met them, he felt an immediate kinship with them. He wasn’t the only one with scars. He wasn’t the only one with a brand. He wasn’t the only one with a Master.

He wasn’t alone.

Part of Sacha worried, though, that if he showed too much interest too quickly, he might seem impulsive. 

Now you’re a survivor.

The words echoed over and over again in Sacha’s head. He was a survivor, wasn’t he? Sometimes, his trauma felt so small and insignificant. Other times, it was huge and suffocating. When he looked at those pictures, he began to wonder how his trauma compared to theirs. Did it even matter? He was a survivor all the same. He’d come out the other side. He was alive, somehow.

The next day, Sacha awoke and for the first time in years, couldn’t remember having had a nightmare. When he came out of that groggy fog, it was like a storm had cleared in his head.

Sacha was strong. Master’s death wasn’t his fault. He was safe. Everything was going to be okay.

So, why then, did he feel a lingering sense of grief?

It’s those complex emotions you have to work through now.

How was he supposed to even begin to process what he’d gone through? How was he supposed to be held together? How was he ever going to get a job? How was he ever going to talk to someone who didn’t understand like Cyril did?

The questions bothered him. He had a life ahead of him, now. Was he going to be too weak to take advantage of the opportunity that Master’s death provided him? It wasn’t like someone else would come to get him.

Sacha decided to wait until the next day to tell Cyril what he intended to do. 

How exactly was he supposed to address Cyril? 

I don’t see you as property.

Cyril wasn’t Sacha’s Master, was he? Should he call him Cyril, like he did before? Somehow, that felt right. Despite the years of training, Sacha found himself able to call Cyril and only Cyril by his name.

“Cyril?”

Cyril turned to him from his place by the door with a big smile on his face. “What is it, Sacha?”

Sacha took a deep breath. It took more courage than he cared to admit to speak to Cyril. To ask him for something. To be selfish for a moment and to think of himself. It felt so wrong. It felt foreign to have wants. However, Cyril had offered and Sacha knew that it was appropriate to take him up on his offer. Cyril was sincere. He wouldn’t punish Sacha for taking him up on his offer.

“I’d, um,” Sacha paused. “I’d like to get tattoos to cover my brand.”

Cyril looked a little surprised and a small look of concern washed over his face. “You don’t feel like you have to for me, right?”

Sacha shook his head. “This is for me. I want to be beautiful like them.”

Cyril’s face got emotional in a way that Sacha had only seen a few times. He smiled softly at Sacha, his eyes glowing with pride. “Of course. You’re perfect the way you are, but if this will help you reclaim your mind and your body, you should do it.”

Sacha sat in silence for a while, running his hand over Amber’s head as she curled up next to him. “I don’t know what it would feel like, to belong to myself, but I want to find out.”

“You will, Sacha,” Cyril’s voice began to crack a bit. “You will. I promise you that.”

—

The next part of the process was perhaps one of the most difficult. Sacha hadn’t taken his shirt off around Cyril since the very first couple days. However, the tattoo artist had requested photographs of what Sacha’s scarring and branding looked like to know how well she could do on it and Sacha had to oblige.

“Are you sure you want to do this today, Sacha?”

Cyril had his camera ready. Sacha was sweating, shaking, and cold with fear. The contents of his stomach had come up in his throat and formed an immobile ball.

Finally, Sacha managed to speak. “Better now than later.”

Cyril nodded. “I understand. I’ll turn around and whenever you’re ready, take your shirt off.”

Quickly, Cyril turned around. Sacha took a deep breath. As he moved to take his shirt off, he could vaguely feel the chains around his wrists and ankles, the hands of his Master on his body. Sacha’s breath grew shaky with each movement of the fabric over damaged skin. Would Cyril judge him? Of course not.

“I’m ready.”

Cyril nodded and turned around. Sacha hated the way his breath caught when Cyril saw the full damage to Sacha’s body. 

“Which ones do you want covered? It’ll make it easier if we just take pictures of the ones you want her to work on.”

Sacha took a deep breath. He looked over the tattoos that Master had given him. There weren’t many of them, but each one was a horrible, painful reminder of what he’d been through. Most were words meant to degrade him, little inside jokes that Master had about him.

“I, um,” Sacha tried not to cry looking at himself. He hated having to look over the scars. 

Maybe it’ll be easier once I start to cover them.

“Th-the brand. And I’d like to start covering the scars on my shoulders.”

Cyril nodded. “We’ll only take pictures of those ones. You’ll, um, probably want to have your other tattoos removed, right?”

“Or covered. Take pictures of those too.”

Cyril took a deep breath and began his work. Sacha felt like he did back then, being appraised by sellers at the auction. He hated the feeling. It was like worms crawling under his skin. Even if he trusted Cyril, even if he knew that Cyril wouldn’t wrong him, Sacha was afraid. He was right back to being on the bed with Master and on the stage being auctioned to the highest bidder.

Time passed slowly and quickly at the same time. Before he knew it and after what felt like hours, Cyril finally chirped that he was done.

As Sacha put his shirt back on without Cyril looking, he found himself still stuck with those phantom touches.

“Cyril.” Sacha felt selfish for even thinking about asking for something, much less actually trying to ask for it.

“Yes, Sacha?”

Sacha took a shaky breath, working up the courage to speak. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Cyril’s face creased with concern. “I won’t be, Sacha. What is it?”

“I just need to be alone for a little,” Sacha blurted. If he didn’t say it all at once, he was afraid that he would never say it.

To Sacha’s utter shock, Cyril smiled a bit. “It’s understandable, Sacha. I’ll go work in my garden for a while. I’m not upset. I’m happy you’re standing up for yourself, okay?”

Sacha nodded, though he didn’t understand. Why wasn’t Cyril hurt?

As Cyril left, Sacha found himself feeling empty. Sacha moved to the fireplace, picking Amber up and placing her on his lap. Quietly, he pet her, holding her close to his body. Eventually, she climbed up onto his shoulder. 

Sacha smiled a bit. The weight of Amber on his shoulder grounded him and brought him back. He wasn’t with Master anymore. He was with Cyril. 

So, then, why did he feel Master’s hands on him, even after all was said and done?

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Sacha and Cyril sat at the dinner table in silence, as they usually did. Since Sacha had the pictures taken, he’d felt like he was back in the fog. Back with Master. Back under his thumb.

Sacha hated it. 

The silence broken only by the clattering of utensils didn’t last long, though. Cyril took a breath like he was about to speak, but didn’t start speaking until a couple minutes later.

“The tattoo artist - Hayley - she said she can get you in for your first appointment for next week.” Cyril took another breath. “She said you’ll need laser treatments for the tattoos, but she’s very excited to meet you and wants to start covering your brand and scars as soon as possible. She’ll go over the details about the laser treatments with you next week.”

Sacha nodded a bit. “Thank you, Cyril.”

Cyril looked Sacha in the eyes. “Something’s on your mind.”

Sacha jumped a little, his face flushing. “Um, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. Even if it’s just your feelings, it’s okay to talk about it. It’s okay to not be okay right now. You’ve been through a lot.”

Sacha thought about what Cyril said for a while. He didn’t want to burden Cyril with his thoughts. He didn’t want to upset Cyril. However, something in Sacha told him that if he didn’t tell Cyril, Cyril would be hurt.

“I can’t believe he’s dead.”

Cyril put down his utensils and looked at Sacha, attentive and alert.

“It’s just… he was so powerful. How can he be dead? How can he be dead from something as simple as an infection? He was strong. He was healthy. If he died from an infection, what does that mean about me?”

“Absolutely nothing, Sacha. You’re not weak because the person who hurt you was killed by an infection. Flesh-eating bacteria are very deadly, especially the kind that he had. It was bad luck, not weakness.”

Sacha bit his lip, tears welling in his eyes. “But I am weak. I can hardly feel happy that he’s dead. I just feel relieved and sad.” Tears began to flow down Sacha’s face. “Why did I go through all that just for Master to die by some random infection?”

Cyril sat quietly in thought for a while, looking at Sacha carefully. “Would you have wanted him to be brought to justice?”

Before Sacha could think, he blurted more. His mind was a pot of boiling water spilling all over the stove. “My family is poor. Maybe I could’ve gotten some of his money so they could live happily without having to work or worry. My life is worthless now. My body is ruined. It’ll never be the same. I’ll always need people. At least if I could give you or them money, my life wouldn’t have been wasted.”

The two of them sat in silence for a long time. Sacha was frozen with fear for admitting the truth about his family - that he had one at all. He hated feeling like such a waste of space, a burden dependent on other people. Maybe, just maybe, if he’d gotten some of Master’s money, he would’ve been worth something.

“Sacha, I,” Cyril hesitated. “You don’t need to be able-bodied and healed to be worth something. Your life will always have infinite value, regardless of what happened and what will happen.” Cyril took a deep breath. “Sacha, people need other people. You aren’t a burden for needing someone else. You’ve, um, taught me how damaging it’s been to live here alone.”

Cyril wrung his hands together. “I’m thankful to have found you. I’m thankful to have your friendship. I’m thankful to have been a part of your journey to recovery. So, please, don’t say such awful things about yourself.”

Cyril stood up and moved near Sacha. “Can I give you a hug?”

Sacha nodded, his chest heaving with sobs. Cyril wrapped him in his arms, pulling him tight.

“Everything will be okay. You’ll relearn your value, one day.”

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[rue-bennett]

Rami did a good job with what he had but Bohemian Rhapsody’s portrayal of Freddie was offensive and then each band member having to get an equal amount of closeups during conversation scenes is pathetic. I know he’s a controversial figure but Sacha Baron Cohen’s idea for a Freddie biopic sounded so much better than the sanitized Disney version we got.

I agree completely. SBC is a bit of a mess (but talented and generally intelligent, definitely controversial and I disagree with a lot of his views, I’m not a Fan per se) but I do think he wouldve done better. Yeah I don’t blame Rami (though he shouldn’t have won Best Actor, which also wasn’t his fault for winning lol), it was an awful production and just bizarre. Freddie! Was! Queen! Ugh. Frustrating the way it all went down and that that is going to be the definitive Queen biopic :/

[thebadtimewolf]

a reminder for any of my oc backgrounds for @thebadtimewolf and @themadvigilantist :

under the cut is unrelated dont look at it

do you know how many poc versions of canon or oc related muses i have seen jumped so many new refurbished accounts that they just straight up deactivated due to the lack of attention? lack of interest? not so much a peep or whisper but the second u put up a billie or david suddenly they appear in troves. so in case ur wondering: yes all of them are poc - @themadvigilantist and @thebadtimewolf were supposed to black.

even now, it is glaringly obvious that because the dr's first face isnt a old yt man but a young black female child and ppl discrediting it by using bad writing as an excuse. it isn't bad writing, u were conditioned to only accept old yt man as default and now that the first default face is actually a black girl (sidebar: who favors the actress that plays disney's ruby bridges which like gosh i mean its been a while! hope shes doing well); suddenly the loud and wrong opinion of toxic fans are suddenly always correct. the dr is canonically a poc now and now? suddenly oh i dont count the timeless child - ncuti is 14 ladadadee i hate being indirectly told that i easily fell into racism even tho i am outwardly not one so its not my fault its the writing. even tho this is coming from the same ppl who are flanderizing tenrose and getting huffy that others see it - find fault in it that actually makes it human than their preconceived notion of conservative/tory human - and call it out for what it is.

i mean gosh i wonder what wouldve happened is sacha doctor was forced to regenerate and he turned to ncuti. no proper bye from 13, no proper last words. i know what the headlines wouldve been because yall predictable just like how yall reacted to martha first apoearence is exactly how yall be reacting that reflects within the rp community. It shows that you are better off watching grass grow and licking plaster off walls.

anyway all this is to say if you dont know how to rp with poc muses you're better off not rping at all. my muses are a walking code switch that stays on because the second its off, everyone goes away.

[danwhobrowses]

Power of the Doctor - Quickfire Thoughts

So it's time for a New Doctor to take the reins

It's been a mixed tenure for Whittaker - by no fault of her own, moreso the writing - but let's see how her final effort goes

Spoilers for the Episode

Hang on, isn't that Luther from Umbrella Academy?

Didn't expect the Cyber Masters to be back, let alone be shot down by laser blasters

Bit reckless from the Doctor to drop her 'fam' into a Cyberman raid

They were still opening the box, this is not the time to do the speech

Ace the poor museum lady's not gonna tell you some alien shit is going down with the painting

Inevitable write-off for Dan even though we've had a whole season to come to terms with mortality, y'know to push the whole Doctor and Yaz thing he was thirdwheeling

First time? Dalek Sec Doctor? Rusty?

Of course the Master is Rasputin

Got some classic stuff going though; Kaled mentions, Tegan and Ace, Master's hypnosis and action figuring, referencing the Second Doctor's Forced Regeneration someone has been doing their homework

Joker was here and he stole a TARDIS!

Doctor you do have a Time Machine, time should be all you have

How polite of the Master to message UNIT at that exact moment

Vinder! Why aren't you with your girl?

Sacha Dhawan's Master is at its best right now, but seriously how many times do you have to bring the Master into a secure and sensitive facility for it to be part of his plan before you think twice?

As dangerous as jumping a train full of Cyber Masters Yaz?

Oh so the Lone Cyberman is just a pawn again? Bit of a waste

UNIT aren't aren't so ready if they just have simple machine guns...

To be fair the garb works

United in a common goal and all you could get is Daleks and Cybermen? I mean, the Pandorica had a bigger alliance

'Yo Dalek is this a bop?'

So does Sacha technically become the Fourteenth Doctor or are we gonna count this the same way as War Doctor and Metacrisis Doctor? I mean he's even wearing a wardrobe mismatch of other outfits, even the flute and celery.

I mean, couldn't this have been achieved by just...changing your name?

CGI Hartnell (well, David Bradley but a bit of work done), also irl Colin, Davidson, McCoy and McGann

McGann could still play the Doctor I'm just saying

Guess no CGI Pertwee, Troughton or irl Baker, no Eccleston, Smith (guess he is housing dragons at this time) or Capaldi either

I miss Osgood, anyone else miss Osgood?

Okay so if they can shoot through the window what's stopping them from escaping the building?

Sorry Ace it's kinda a NuWho thing; River, Clara, even the sentient piece of jet fuel

GRAHAM!

So UNIT has a laser shield but not a laser gun?

Technically he never accepted the terms...

So does the original Master just chill in a box forever?

Wait, how can the AI turn into Fugitive Doctor? Yaz never met her didn't she?

We're...just gonna leave the Master there?

Guess Kate isn't liked enough to have AI Doctor helping her out

Daleks can survive bullets but not a baseball bat

Good thing Vinder was here to shoot the Master once

Won't doing that still disrupt the tectonics on the planet?

What about the other Brother Eye Death Star thingy?

Aw man no more Graham :/ if we were just gonna cameo it would've rather we just swapped him and Vinder for Dan and Karvanista

I mean, you were hit with a laser from a being of pure energy

The fact that we will never get Dan and Graham as a comedic companion duo is the true tragedy

Companions of future past being cameo'd too, would've thought there'd already be a support group

DAVID!!??

So he's not a past iteration for the special? I guess the Curator did say we'd be revisiting a few old faces in the last special

So is DAVID counted as the Tenth AND Fifteenth Doctor or is this also gonna count as another War Doctor or Metacrisis Doctor?

If we had a penny for every time the Doctor unexpectedly turned into David Tennant again we'd have two pennies, which is not a lot but it's still surprising it happened twice

So there we have it. I liked the episode, but I didn't cry. I think it's just that I wasn't as attached as previous, part of that does come down to me never really being a fan of Yaz. Even in this episode the most impressive thing she does without help is pilot the TARDIS with the help of post-it notes, I could've told you from the get-go that the episode would find a way to write out Dan as well. It was nice seeing past companions like Ace, Tegan and Graham, but most of them had a limited role, also UNIT were extremely ineffective, as were the Daleks and the Cybermen really, especially the lone Cyberman who was just a named redshirt. The plot felt a bit convoluted as well, the interesting stuff didn't get as much time you know? We could've had like a full 3-parter on this to flesh it out more, the train stuff at the beginning was a bit meh, plus the CGI and wiring were a bit iffy.

But it was still good, end on a surprise and we had a lot of fanservice, a lot of clever callbacks, we'll have to see in 2023 how Tennant course corrects to Ncuti Gatwa

[ghastlybespoke]

a compilation of casualty thoughts

very excited to see Sacha!

he's here,, Sacha is in the department!!

a mention of Lofty!!

uh oh Elsie's become part of the carehome abuse storyline,, not ideal

Robyn :(( i really hope she's okay

my dudes (casualty writers, gender neutral) get Faith out of here,, please

oh shit. oh what the fuck,, they killed off Robyn. what the actual fuck???

poor Charlotte,, she's lost both her parents in that hospital now :(((

David quitting,, and Marty too?? literally everyone's leaving - i really hope this isnt the beginning of the end for the show

literally all the nurses! good for them but also what does this mean for the show?

Jacob's right in that the system being broken isn't his fault and he can't fix it on his own or overnight, but also he's not exactly supporting his staff rn and he seems to be making decisions that are making things harder for them and for the whole department. that said, i think it could happen to any clinical nurse manager so to single him out for it feels a tad mean. i am also gonna add that blaming him for Robyn's death is really unfair - he couldn't have know it was her and the department would have been under-equipped anyways, and i feel like the other characters would be anywhere near as pissed if it had been someone they didn't know with no connection to. like yeah it still would have been perhaps a bad call, but this isn't his fault.

uhhhh well that was an episode

[spaceymcspaceship]

guess who's finally caught up on the specials!

first, i don't have a ton to say about legend of the sea devils...i suppose i am in the underwhelmed camp on this one. it really felt like there were some editing issues because the performances were on point as usual? i am continually impressed by mandip and jodie and the doctor understanding yaz but having to let her down was handled so well and interestingly? these two continue to be the highlight.

onto the power of the doctor!! i have a lot to say so here we gooo

as soon as the word "seismologist" was uttered i knew there was going to be some doctor who geology fuckery

honestly though not as bad as it could have been

nothing compares to kill the moon never forget never forgive

most of my feelings revolve around jodie and sacha and how electric those two continue to be on screen

the slow weaving of the master's web around the doctor actually worked and built suspense

also all the master does is come up with overly complicated plots so the overworked busyness of it didn't bother me

shout out to everyone's favorite quarry in wales

(just kidding i assume there are multiple quarries in wales that they film in)

ACE! TEGAN! KATE!! honestly i just love seeing their faces and 13's reaction to her past and knowing she didn't really do right by them is worth the price of admission

i really loved that they each got their own moments with their own doctor!

i loved seeing all the classic doctors too just anything that solidifies 13 as part of that legacy makes me emotional

i get not wanting doctor who to be entirely callbacks and self referential, but it has so much history that what's the point if it doesn't get to occasionally

and the companion group therapy!! (i see you there ian!!)

okay back to the story

13 just let yaz have a gun...she ain't messing around with the master

i do feel like there was still a darkness in 13 that was only glimpsed but never properly explored? like what if the gun had been the first step to something more drastic this episode? 13 went to some great places this season but i still think there was room to dig a little deeper into how powerful and terrifying the doctor can be

but then again i'm so glad she got to end as she was, optimistic and hopeful and not mired in a tragedy of her own making which probably would have hurt me more

to me it fits with where jodie wants her doctor to sit

like hers was a very aspirational and communicable doctor (relatively so and not without her faults) so it made sense that she got to properly express her feelings to yaz and give and request space to say goodbye

okay i'm still getting ahead of myself

the dancing to rasputin is the whole reason i watch this dumb show

i do think there was a missed opportunity for sacha and jodie to play each other

the path they chose worked and sacha and mandip killed it but also there was the opportunity for a proper body swap

they had them in the separate boxes and everything and they just sailed right by

but it did mean that yaz got to soar!!! literally the master puts himself into this situation thinking he'll be the replacement doctor, but yaz gets to be the doctor! which is really want we've been working towards for a while!!

i mean i've thought for a while yaz could take on the master and win so validating to watch that

ngl seeing graham again got me emotional

anytime jo martin's doctor appears it makes my day

the master being the one to take the doctor out and yaz carrying her back into the tardis was just chef's kiss

and is 100% in line with dhawan!master's mutually assured destruction attitude

her goodbye with yaz made me cry

like full on bawling on the sofa

i don't want them to have to say goodbye

i don't want to have to say goodbye to them

literally where is yaz's alternate universe 13

speaking of

whoever suggested putting "and introducing david tennant as the doctor" in the end credits deserves a raise

but also more on that later what on god's green earth are you going to do with that god tennant and tate are lucky i love them

[duran-duran-less-official]

The Power of The Doctor First impressions: (SPOILERS)

The Power of The Doctor is 50% moment-to-moment happenings that make absolutely no sense if you pause to think about them for 1 second. I mean it's absolutely dire. How anyone could write this and go "yes this is cohesive and needs absolutely nothing trimmed out of it for sanity's sake" is beyond me.

It is also 50% some of the best fanservice I ever could have imagined, and taken on that merit alone it is surely the best episode of Chibnall's entire run. Yasmin Khan's incredibly overwrought tears at the prospect of... not being able to travel with The Doctor again for absolutely no reason (see? Moment-to-moment nonsensicality) are outweighed by the sheer joy of getting to see Ace and Tegan talk to Seven and Five again, respectively. Or seeing Ace take a baseball bat to the Daleks, again!! Or seeing a Doctor Companions Club featuring Ian freaking Chesterton, the First Doctor's companion from all the way back in An Unearthly Child, played by the same freaking actor.

I really deeply wish I could just ignore things like Tegan falling down a shaft of unspecified height to her apparent doom, before being absolutely fine the next time we see her.

Or the fact that The Master's plan for himself is the only one of the three (between himself, the Daleks, and the Cybermen) which makes any goddamn sense. It is an extremely clever plan, to be fair, and Sacha Dawan carries the episode, but every other element of the much hyped triple threat is stretching suspension of disbelief to make it happen. Why are the Daleks using volcanoes to do anything? Even if their mutual hate for The Doctor outweighs their hate for each other, as soon as The Doctor is out of commission the Daleks and Cybermen should be fighting each other for who gets custody of planet Earth, certainly not waiting around patiently in the same room as each other for The Master to return from whatever he was doing.

Or the fact that locking down the building so the Cybermen can't escape into the wider world is not helpful when your building has windows made of glass that the Cybermen can (and do) easily shoot through, Kate.

Or the fact that Vinder doesn't need to exist in this story, and Graham somehow being inside an active volcano already by the time Ace gets there is ... egregiously inexplicable.

But I can't ignore them. So the episode gets a solid 5/10 from me.

Congrats Chibnall. You set yourself up with the boring and ultimately meaningless Timeless Child arc, plus the confusing and also ultimately meaningless Flux arc, and yet you still managed to find a way to tie it all together so you went out on a high note. I admit I didn't think it was possible. I thought it would crash and burn. But for all its faults it just about works, in ways that make me rue what Whittaker's tenure as The Doctor could have been if you'd done things a little more like this from the start.

P.S. The highlight was The Master, who was impersonating Rasputin for some reason (the need for the 1600s St Petersburg setting isn't entirely clear?) Ok look it doesn't make a lot of sense, but he does take the opportunity to dance to Ra-Ra-Rasputin by Boney M and that's all you can ask for really.

[nsfwhiphop]

Incoming Text for Gal Gadot:

Hey, Gal!

Guess what? You will become the only Jewish woman who will protect the secrets of the future Jewish nation because Mila Kunis is a sellout and Natalie is in bed with a lot of intruders, so you know what this means, right? You are the only winner.

Now, you and Sacha Baron Cohen have to block Natalie Portman and her toxic intruders, Natalie has a lot of intruders trying to spy on us.

I will let you join the team of Elon Musk and close the door now.

Sacha Baron Cohen has his own team, so I know he is safe too.

Mila Kunis is too soft, she means well, but she is too soft. I don't judge her, she is a righteous woman but she is too soft, she opens the door to everyone, she thinks everyone wishes her well but they want to see her fail. Mila is so gullible, that's her weakness.

Okay, you know what time it is, you know what to do, call all your warrior girlfriends in Israel and get ready to protect the secrets of your future nation.

Remember that Elon Musk is your best friend, don't ever let him go.

As long as you are with team Elon Musk, you are protecting the secrets of your future nation, but if Elon is not there, you will be eaten by the wolves.

Also, the Carlos Slim Hélu family in Mexico are also your allies and the Amancio Ortega family in Spain, they will offer you protection and security.

I hope this information is useful, helpful.

Love you, Gal! Have fun, big hug for you.

P.S.:

Be nice to Mila Kunis, she is your sister, just make sure she doesn't know your secrets but you can hangout with her, she is a good woman.

Mila and Ashton are good people, they're just soft that's all.

We can't blame them for being soft, it's not their fault, they're just too nice to everyone.

[stateofsport211]

ITF M15 Grenoble (Feb 5) D SF: Clement Chidekh/Roy Stepanov [2] def. Lucas Bouquet/Emilien Voisin [4] 4-6, 7-5, [10-6] Match Recap

Emilien Voisin/Lucas Bouquet's point to 3-2* 15-40 (top left), Clement Chidekh/Roy Stepanov's point to *5-3 40-15 (top right), and Emilien Voisin/Lucas Bouquet took the first set 6-4 (📸 ITF Media)

Closing the day in this week's ITF M15 Grenoble was the doubles semifinal match between second seeds Clement Chidekh/Roy Stepanov, who received a bye in the first round before defeating Evan Furness/Sacha Gueymard Wayenburg 6-4, 7-6(5), and fourth seeds Lucas Bouquet/Emilien Voisin, who straightforwardly defeated Rodrigo Alujas/Antoine Berger 6-1, 6-3 in the quarterfinals. This match turned out to be a close encounter with their net game playing the most factor alongside their ground games.

After five consecutive holds, L. Bouquet/E. Voisin started to create more damage on Chidekh/R. Stepanov's net game. It all started from the former's forehand return ace, followed by the latter's failed volleys that created the fourth seeds' break point. However, it was R. Stepanov's forehand error that converted the break point (4-2) before they consolidated to 5-2. It took two games later for L. Bouquet/E. Voisin to get their chance to serve for the first set, which was blown after Chidekh/R. Stepanov's working volley foiled one of their set points, which ended in the break of serve 3 points later (5-4). The second seeds could not sustain the moment as a combination of their failed volleys, followed by L. Bouquet/E. Voisin's forehand return ace, and R. Stepanov's double fault resulted in L. Bouquet/E. Voisin taking the first set 6-4.

Clement Chidekh/Roy Stepanov broke to 1-0 (top left), Lucas Bouquet/Emilien Voisin's point to *2-1 30-30 (top right), Clement Chidekh/Roy Stepanov's point to *5-5 30-30 (bottom left), and to take the second set 7-5 (bottom right) (📸 ITF Media)

The second set turned out to be a distinct rollercoaster considering Chidekh/R. Stepanov's ability to maintain their moment was also the main question in this set. It all started as soon as Chidekh fired a forehand return ace before the second seeds had 2 break points, which was foiled out of a net exchange before R. Stepanov smashed it to convert the said break point to 1-0. The moment did not last long once L. Bouquet/E. Voisin found a key volley equalizer 2 points before R. Stepanov's double fault caused the former's break-back to 2-2, but the second seeds did not back down as they broke to 6-5 thanks to R. Stepanov's forehand in the first point of the eleventh game that paved the way before the chaotic point, where the all-French pair was undecided on the smash until Chidekh's forehand won them the point. The break point was converted due to L. Bouquet/E. Voisin's failed final volley a point after R. Stepanov's forehand winner, allowing he and Chidekh to serve for the second set. Despite several hiccups, they successfully took the second set 7-5, thus requiring the match tie-breaker to settle the winner.

Clement Chidekh/Roy Stepanov's point to 1-0 (top left), Lucas Bouquet/Emilien Voisin's point to 1-1 (top right), Clement Chidekh/Roy Stepanov's point to 7-6 (middle), and to 10-6 in the match tie-breaker (bottom) (📸 🎥 ITF Media)

In the match tie-breaker, Chidekh/R. Stepanov initially had their moment through their preceding volley, outhitting L. Bouquet/E. Voisin to earn their mini-break 1-0. However, the latter pair still broke back to 1-1 thanks to their working forehand winner, levelling the play for several moments. It was not until the thirteenth point, where R. Stepanov's forehand finish sealed his and Chidekh's mini-break (7-6) before they strengthened their position with 2 consecutive service game holds (9-6). Eventually, their latest hold created their match point, which was converted thanks to R. Stepanov's anticipated cross-court forehand return, which got L. Bouquet/E. Voisin run over (10-6), thus securing the former pair's finals spot.

An ideal doubles final will seal the day tomorrow as Chidekh/R. Stepanov will face first seeds Daniel Masur/Yannick Steinegger, who defeated Jacopo Bilardo/Andrea Guerrieri 3-6, 7-5, [10-7] in an equally competitive match. Knowing both pairs, court coverage would be essential for them to gain their balance, with the net game also likely to play an integral role in execution for any of the pairs to stand out in this match. Buckle up, a possibly exciting ride awaits!

[lonelier-version-of-you]

On S15E52′s Henrik scenes. I love the little moment after the crash, when the paramedics arrive, and Henrik’s just... sat there at the side of the road, holding Malick. Really underrated.

Also lmao I know we all bring it up but the fact that Henrik can barely fucking walk at this point and he still insists on operating?? Oh Henrik why are you like this.

Edit: Also, I love the Henrik and Arthur scene when Henrik’s calming Arthur down and telling him the situation isn’t his fault. It’s also one of several occasions an F1 stitches an injury for Henrik, but the only one he actually requests it, rather than said F1 asking to and Henrik protesting but eventually giving in.

It’s also the only one where the wound isn’t self-inflicted, so... yeah.

Edit 2: This is reminding me of that episode where Lofty needed neurosurgery, a neurosurgeon wasn’t available, and Henrik the former Neuro registrar was down on Keller for the day... and it was Serena and Sacha who did the neurosurgery. What the fuck.

You can’t even say the writers might have forgotten about Henrik, because it was 2019, and the fact that Henrik trained as a neurosurgeon for a while was repeatedly brought up in the Gaskell storyline less than a year prior.

Edit 3: Just editing this AGAIN to turn it into an appreciation post for Henrik praying.

[moon-in-daylight]

Night Watch / Davos x reader

Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night, you notice that Davos is gone.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut implied

A/N: So, I’ve been rewatching Davos’ scenes and I felt the need to write something for him even though it’s garbage lol  because he deserves to be loved and accepted and also because we need more Davos’ fics

Still half asleep, you rolled on your side just to find that the other half of the bed was empty.

It took more than a few seconds for you to be startled by it, though. It wasn’t a strange thing after all, you were far more than accustomed to sleeping alone in that enormous and lonely bed night after night… But as your numbed brain tried to remember the circumstances in which you had fallen asleep, you found that something - or rather someone - was missing.

Davos.

Thinking about him immediately made you open your eyes and sit up to inspect the room with worry. Even though it was still dark you had to blink a few times to adjust your eyes, squinting them involuntarily when you tried to look at the blinding screen of your phone. It was 3:24 am and there was no sign of another person being there with you, at least none that your barely conscious state could perceive.

Your first reaction was to think that you had dreamt it all. It was the most logical, plausible explanation. It wouldn’t have been the first time that your subconscious made you think of Davos like that.

You didn’t feel proud of it, but from time to time you couldn’t help but fantasize about him.

Sometimes, when you two were together and he was telling you some anecdote about K’un-Lun and his early life, your mind involuntarily focused on the movement of his mouth instead of on whatever story he was sharing with you. And while contemplating his lips, you usually found yourself daydreaming about kissing them, feeling them against your skin as you pictured the way his hands would roam through your body. Imagining how he would eagerly remove every piece of clothing and the way his skin would feel against yours, how sweet his moans would sound in your ears as he thrusted slowly but deeply into you…

You were usually quick to snap out of those fantasies, but even if you had only been distracted for a few seconds, you weren’t able to quiet the embarrassment that took over you after imagining him that way. You barely could look at him in the eye after having your attention drifted away by those thoughts.

The friendship you shared was vital for the both of you and you didn’t want to ruin it with unrequited feelings.

You had met after he had escaped prison and, since the first moment after he had rescued you from being mugged, you felt safe with him. The tranquility you felt while being with him was such that you even offered him to stay at your place when he casually mentioned he was running away from justice. It was a risky decision to let a stranger into your apartment that easily, especially when he was a convicted criminal that chattered all kinds of nonsense about dragons and rightfulness, but you could see his intentions were good. There was something in you that trusted him blindly, even when you were convinced that the things he talked about didn’t exist.

It wasn’t until you observed with your very own eyes the way he made his fist glow a bright red during one of his training sessions that you realized that everything he talked about was real.

Hearing his story and how his home had been destroyed, you were quick to position yourself by his side. You knew he had done some bad things, but he was good at heart and you tried to help him see where he had gotten wrong. Surprisingly, he seemed to listen to you and care about what you had to say. It was clear he cared about you too, worrying whenever he saw you weren’t feeling good or taking care of you when you were ill.

It was heartwarming the way you supported one another despite your radically different backgrounds, the way you helped each other improve and see the world from another point of view. It didn’t take long for Davos to become one of the most important people in your life.

Finding out about each other issues and going through them together had been extremely helpful for you both. To talk about them and listen to each other’s advice when you didn’t know what to do. Davos had been through a lot of abuse during his life, and you liked to think that he had finally found in you someone to rely on, just as you had in him.

As he taught you to meditate and control your anxiety, you tried to make him see that he was a person worthy of dignity and affection, not ‘the second best’ as he had been told after losing the Iron Fist to Danny Rand back in K’un-Lun…

It wasn’t easy to erase the toll that years of constant abuse had left, but you had made so much progress while being together… You feared that you would be throwing it all away if he ever found out about your little fantasies. You didn’t want him to know what you felt for him because the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable, especially because you knew how he had been raised and what he thought of sex. And, of course, he had told you how violent his only ‘sexual experience’ had been like…

But the images of him being all over you still creeped into your dreams from time to time, and your half-awaken, dazed-self supposed that was exactly what was happening that night.

Yet, as you slowly roused, you found that the sensations that your mind recreated were too intense to be fictional this time. In fact, you almost could feel as if his touch still lingered on your skin, the phantom feeling of hot, gentle kisses remaining on your neck and collarbone. That was when your mind finally cleared up and you realized it had actually happened.

You had slept with Davos.

Your mind slowly went through the events of that late evening, remembering that you had had dinner together and that you had watched a film in your couch afterwards.

It was normal that he didn’t get most of the inside jokes and implications of American culture in movies considering he had been living in a monastery most of his life, so you always enjoyed sitting in front of the TV with him and explaining every cultural reference that confused him. But that night he hadn’t asked you a single question, nor showed any of his usual discomfort towards the disgraceful and reproachable way in which the characters acted.

Not giving his silence a second thought, you quietly watched the movie until a sex scene appeared.

Looking at your friend from the corner of your eye, you watched him squirm uncomfortably on his sit, the images probably taking him back to the humiliating moment of his ‘sacrifice’, as he usually referred to that unfortunate event.

“We can fast forward this part.” You were quick to grab the remote and skip the frames until a different scene appeared on the screen.

“Have you been practicing lately?” He asked, unprompted. It took you a moment to realize he was actually talking about the Kung Fu lessons he had been imparting you.

As soon as you shook your head, he encouraged you to leave the movie half way through and go over some of the movements he had already taught you in previous training sessions. Truth was you weren’t really into what you were watching anyway, and you supposed it was too awkward for him to keep watching it. Since you had been the one to ask him to teach you how to fight, you willingly got up from the couch and started to show him the little progress you had made.

He didn’t let you finish showing him, though, as he immediately started to point out the flaws in your inexperienced technique, correcting your posture and reminding you to breathe properly to channel your Chi into your every move.

Davos was a harsh professor and he wouldn’t forgive a single mistake from you, telling you that you couldn’t afford to commit any error in battle, as your enemy wouldn’t miss a chance of exploiting your weaknesses. As demanding as he was, you knew that he was being especially tender and easy going with you, at least by his standards. It broke your heart to think about the strict way he had been trained and raised, how severe they had been with him when he was only a child.

Following his instructions, you started to throw punches and kicks at him, attacks that he easily blocked without breaking a sweat. You were definitely glad that you didn’t have to actually fight against him, being well aware that he would be able to end you in the span of ten seconds, maybe even less.

“You have to hit stronger.” His voice commanded you. “Faster.”

You did as you were told and increased the effort put in the fight, but immediately stopped the second he didn’t avoid your punch and your fist impacted against his chest.

“Don’t stand still.” He grabbed your hand and pushed it away. “Now you got it, come on.”

Without saying a single word, you resumed your offensive with the same intensity of that last punch. Unluckily for you, Davos seemed to be more alert now, anticipating each and every one of your movements before you even knew you were going to make them. With a few swift motions, he easily overpowered you, immobilized both of your arms and pinned you against the wall.

You tried to steady your breathing as you did your best to ignore what his proximity was arousing inside of you. Waiting for him to release you for another round, you found yourself growing more and more tense when he simply stared at you in silence, uncomfortably swallowing the lump in your throat when his grip on you didn’t loosen up.

The images of every time you had dreamt about him clouded your mind without you being able to do anything to ignore them, the growing heat between your legs becoming more unbearable with every second his deep brown eyes kept fixed on you. You closed your eyes in hopes that you could distract yourself, think of anything other than the man standing in front of you. But every attempt at doing so immediately failed when you felt the warmth of his lips pressing against yours.

Getting out of your thoughts, you rubbed your eyes as you recalled everything that had happened from that moment. The last thing you remembered the feeling of utter peace and tranquility that invaded you as you fell asleep in his arms.

That calm was completely erased from you now that you realized that he had left in the middle of the night, without saying goodbye or at least leaving a note.

Your heart raced as you mentally slapped yourself for having allowed that to happen.

How could you be so stupid? It was true that it had been him the one to take the first step by kissing you, but you should have known better. You should have figured that he would only disobey his moral code like that in a moment of weakness, a weakness that you had unconsciously taken advantage of. Now he probably had regretted everything and had ran away not wanting to see you or hear from you again.

You feared that your friendship was ruined beyond repair.

Maybe if you called Davos in the morning and talked about what had happened you could still sort it all out. You didn’t want to lose him, to have him walk out of your life just because you had gotten carried away in a moment of lust…

Deep down you knew what you felt for him extended far beyond simple lust, but you were willing to ignore those feelings, to act as if they weren’t there for the sake of keeping him by your side.

You buried your head in the pillow in an attempt to hold back the tears that already started to form inside your eyes, an intense ache inside your chest forming at the thought of having messed up so badly with Davos. He was the person you cared for the most and thinking that you may have caused him any wrong made you feel a profound disappointment on yourself.

It wasn’t until you felt an arm surrounding your waist and a slight shifting on the other side of the bed that you lifted your head, finding Davos laying down next to you again.

“Where were you?” Your voice was a bit husky from having just waken up a few minutes ago. You wanted to lay your head on his chest, but didn’t in case it would make him uncomfortable.

“I was checking the perimeter.” He said, as if it was the most natural thing to do at 3:00 am. “Did I wake you?”

You carefully shook your head as you avoided looking into his eyes.

Judging by the calm tone in which he spoke, you could tell that he wasn’t angry and you felt slightly stupid for having panicked and jumped into the conclusion that he had abandoned you so fast. Still, things weren’t solved up yet. As you finally looked up at him, you wondered in which state was your relationship at.

Davos had been taught that a living weapon should not get involved sexually or emotionally with anyone. And, even if you always tried to convince him that he was a person before a warrior, you weren’t sure he actually believed your words. You weren’t even sure he had ever even considered having a romantic relationship before that evening, but looking at the way he lovingly stared at you, it almost seemed as if he wanted you too.

“What would you check the perimeter for?” You asked in confusion. Was he in danger? Had Danny found him and wanted to bring him to justice? You started to become preoccupied as you thought of all the worse scenarios.

“I do it every night. This neighborhood is full of thugs and criminals, like the one trying to mug you when we first met.” He clarified, gaining a frown from you that silently asked him to explain further. You only hoped he hadn’t gone back to being a ‘vigilante’, it had taken you a lot of effort to talk him out of it. “By making guard I can make sure you’re safe.”

Instantly after hearing his words you felt your heart warming up, moved by the fact that he cared about you to the point of watching over you every night. Hesitantly, you got closer to him and taking the fact that he didn’t pulled back as a silent sign of consent, you placed a tender kiss on his lips.

“Thank you for taking care of me, but you don’t need to make guard every night.” You gently brushed your fingers against his stubble, your eyes on his as you spoke softly. “You need to take care of yourself and get a full night of sleep. Would you do that for me?”

The second he slowly nodded his head a gentle smile formed on your face. You pressed your lips against his once more before cuddling beside him, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

The calming sound of his breathing was enough to quickly made you sleepy again.

“Davos,” You mumbled his name with your eyes closed, feeling consciousness slowly fading from you. “I love you.”

You were too numbed to notice, but Davos’ body clenched at your words. You didn’t know, but it was the first time someone ever dedicated those words to him. He had fought all his life to get approval, travelled to the other side of the world to make the ones he loved proud, hoping they would show him the affection he had always craved for. When K’un-Lun was destroyed, he lost all hope of having someone say those words to him, of gaining someone’s love. And yet, there you were, right between his arms.

You were already asleep when he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.”

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Like a lion! 💙❤️😭

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