#WHY OH WHY WOULD YOU BRING BORIS BACK

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Today, in UK Politics

I'm going to have to start putting a date on these things. I'm referring to 20/10/22.

The Prime Minister resigned. She lasted nearly nine Jane Greys (8.889 if you want to be exact), or 4.4 Scaramuccis.

So anyway, Liz is out and this means there's someone new to come in. Yay! Hopefully this is the last new PM before Christmas.

In the July leadership contest, when the Tories finally realised that maybe, just maybe, Boris was a terrible Prime Minister, a candidate has to be nominated by 20 Tory MPs to be included in the first round of voting's ballot. They then held the vote, and anyone with less than 30 votes was withdrawn from the competition. Voting continued with the MP with the lowest number of votes being withdrawn (and others withdrawing even if they did scrape in) until two people were left, and then all Conservative Party members, that's MPs as well as paid up members, then voted. It's obviously a lengthy process (this started in July and ended with Liz Truss the winner in September).

This time they've decided it'll all get done by the end of next week. Nominations close on Monday, and anyone with 100 nominations goes through. Given that there's currently 357 sitting MPs, that obviously means a maximum of three people going through. "If three candidates reach the threshold there will be an vote of Conservative MPs. The top two will then be subject to an indicative vote of Conservative MPs before going froward [sic] to an online vote of Party members. This will be completed by 28 October 2022. If only one candidate secures the required nominations there will be no confirmatory vote of Party members and the candidate will be confirmed leader on Monday 24 October 2022."

In case the last two bullet points were too lengthy, here's the TL;DR - I've had colds last longer than this leadership contest.

But why take your time over an important decision like who should run the actual country. It feels like something you should rush, right?

Jeremy Hunt says he doesn't want to be in charge. Probably very wise of him, honestly. (Seriously, though, remember when he was the worst Tory MP you could think of?! What sweet summer children we were!).

Neither does Michael Gove (remember when he was also in the running for worst Tory MP you could think of? Ah, the naivety of trusting vaguely to the political process).

Jacob Rees-Mogg, allegedly the Business Secretary, but we all know he's really the Minister for the 18th Century / a Victorian scarecrow haunted by a dead Victorian industrialist, is said to be encouraging people to nominate Boris Johnson, who apparently does appear to be in the running.

Boris Johnson.

The good news is, the suggestion of nominating Boris has immediately split the party. Because that's what they need. More divisions.

BBC political correspondent Ione Wells said that some senior Conservatives have said they would consider standing down and thus triggering by-elections if Boris gets the job back. On the other hand, Cabinet Office Minister Brendan Clarke Smith insists that the former prime minister was a proven winner who could restore his party's fortunes. This must be true, because everybody's favourite Boris fan, Nadine Dorries, says he's a winner! Her credibility - for want of a better term - is currently a little shot right now.

Penny Mordaunt, currently the Leader of the House, appears to be in the running, and so does Rishi Sunak, who was Chancellor of the Exchequer until he resigned in July and kicked off the whole getting rid of Boris things.

Labour leader Sir Keir Starmer said his party was on an election footing, with a manifesto at the ready. I imagine they've been getting it into electioneering-ready status amidst the surprise that the Tories, handed a metaphorical rope by Labour's tabling amendments on the fracking legislation that had to be voted on, put said metaphor around their own necks and started shoving each other off the equally metaphorical battlements.

Also demanding an election is Liberal Democrat leader Sir Ed Davey, Scotland's First Minister Nicola Sturgeon, and Wales's First Minister Mark Drakeford.

Not that they can force one, unless Labour can convince enough Tories to vote with them in a vote of no confidence, which they're unlikely to try for anyway. It's so much more useful for them if the Tories keep shoving people who cannot do the job into the PM job and burn their own party down from the inside.

Which will make a nice change for Labour, who over the last few years have been cheerfully engaging in the left wing's favourite hobby - schisming. Gosh, but the left love a good schism.

The next general election is not required to take place until at least 2024 (and by January 2025 at the latest) and, at this stage, it looks unlikely that date will be brought forward.

Because we're British, this is also happening, and it is magnificent.

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Season 3

On my rewatch though not finished yet. I had to take a break. Thoughts so far:

In the opening scene the queen doesn't even LOOK at Wilhelm as she comes in. Not a glance! Although she certainly watches Simon when he comes back after the little recess.

Boys! Why didn't you pre-warn your respective mothers about the drugs, at least? Sitting in front of August and his stepdad at a mediation is the second worst possible way for them to have found that out, and surely you would know he would bring that up because that's the only leverage he has apart from being the spare.

LOVE Wilmon boyfriends era. I love the soft little smiles and touches, the heart emojis, the way they say "puss" when they say goodbye. The fact that when they see each other for the first time they kiss in front of everyone and all the Hillerska background noise and chatter completely fades to nothing, because there's nothing else but them in the world.

Happy Wille is so adorable, decorating his bedroom with the poem and the polaroid of Simon... and then sitting down and being restless. Everything has changed and nothing has changed at the same time.

The way it cuts from the fight scene to Wilhelm and August sitting silently in Boris' office is LOL forever.

They are actually talking about the racism and classism. And again, it has to be the elites who find out it exists and what form it takes, to see that change should happen. August, who scoffed at Wille's "socialist safari" in season 1, is now angry when Vincent talks about them "sitting on the bus to the slums". Felice is not just aware of the microaggressions but actively pointing them out to the other girls. So glad that she points out the hair thing - and Stella's utterly tone-deaf reaction.

(There's at least one scene back in s2 where the housemother tells her to put her hair up and then Stella or Fredrika, I forget which, also puts hers up. Is there one in s1?)

And Felice's reaction when she hears about her father's experience at Hillerska. He started out as himself and ended up a complete cookie-cutter perfect upper-class Swede, and he thinks that's OK. And that it's important for her to do it too.

The Wilhelm/Kristina and Sara/Micke parallels they are drawing this season are really interesting. They represent potential futures for their children. Micke is Sara if she retreats from the world and from trying to form and maintain true relationships. Kristina is Wille if he retreats from himself and continues to put up a facade.

Micke has some pieces of childrens' art on his walls and a photo of a little girl... Sara as a child? Sara and Simon's artworks from their childhood? If so, that's really powerful and sad.

Wille's frog prince has the YR stylised crown:

Loved the kids all partying together. Kids are kids, whether rich or not. But oh, Fredrika, you are such a naive little nuffnuff.

Wille's SSSHHHH! to Simon in the tent is so like Kristina.

I am not surprised by the Erik thing at all. But I am curious about how that particular initiation went down, and how the homophobic taunting was stopped. Nils says, "I didn't dare to speak up". August says, "Hey, at least we put a stop to it. We kept our promise. We didn't do the same thing to our first years." Did one or both of them react? Who was it who promised to stop it, and to whom?

I have not forgotten that in s2e3, when Wille asks Boris whether Erik used to come to him, Boris says, "It can be useful to see someone like me, so that you don't feel you have to risk hurting somebody." We see that panic attacks run in the family; do violent outbursts, too?

I have so many thoughts about the royal family this season but that's going to take a longer post. "Not in my family", eh, Wille?

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the russian boy//part four

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, alcohol usage

lowercase intended

!reminder! boris’s first language is not English, so in some parts he’ll be speaking broken English. the writing “mistakes” in his dialect is intentional:)

part four: the sleepover (do or tell)

as we lay on the couch watching movies boris turns to me, "do you want drink?", he says gesturing to the vodka bottle outside. i mean im honestly still drunk but why not keep the party going. "if you're drinking i will.", i say with a shrug. he grins and goes outside to get the bottle. i guess tonight will be a blackout night, but i'm not worried. tomorrow's friday and if im too hungover ill just tell my teachers that im exhausted from the move so they're not suspicious. boris comes back inside with the vodka and plops down on the couch, closer than he was before. he take a swig from the bottle while looking straight at me. i smile and take the bottle from his hands when he pulls it away from his lips. it only has about 5 more shots in it, i guess we drank a fuck more than i thought we did. i bring the bottle to my lips and take about 2 shots, not wanting to drink it all. i pull the bottle back down from my mouth, before i can wipe my lips boris wipes them with his thumb. this man knows how to make my pussy throb, im tellin ya that. we both let out a small giggle and lean back into the couch. i place the bottle in the small space between us so that he can access it easily when he wants more. after about 5 seconds of silence, he speaks up. "you want to play game? could be fun.", he says turning towards me. what kinda game does this kid have in mind? fuck i hope it's not some weird strip game or something, not saying i wouldn't play, the problem is i need to be his friend before i have sex with him. i like this dude, maybe actually like like him. is that crazy? i only met him today, and maybe it's the liquor talking but fuck, i feel like we just kinda connected. it's a stupid crush that i don't want to have. i don't want to get too comfortable here, and i don't want to have a one night stand with my new friend. i speak up, "what kind of game?", i say raising my eyebrow suspiciously and looking at him. he smiles, "potter taught it to me, i think is called tell or do? is like when you pick "tell", you have to tell me something i ask, or if you pick "do" you have to do something i say.", he says trying his best to explain. "and if you don't want to tell or do what the other person picks, you have to drink.", he continues pointing to the bottle between us. this boy means truth or dare. you know what, i'm not gonna correct him i'll let him have this one. i'm honestly a little scared the game might get out of hand, but fuck it. if it gets out of hand oh well. it might not be ideal to do shit with this man, but the way he looks right now, i know i wouldn't be able to deny it. if the dare is "have sex with me", then i can just drink, easy peasy. "alright,", i say giggling, "i think i get the rules. i'll play.". boris smiles a happy smile and gets up, he walks over the the freezer and reveals three more bottles of liquor. oh shit. he takes one that looks like it's maybe whiskey and walks over to me. "we probably won't finish bottle tonight, we would get too sick, but we use for the game?", he asks waving it with a smirk.

ok ok good he's not expecting us to drink all that booze, for a second i thought i was gonna have to chicken out and tell him i couldn't. "perfect.", i say with a smile grabbing the bottle from his hand. i put it down on the couch, and pick back up the bottle of vodka laying on the couch. i take another quick shot and look at boris, who's now sitting beside me again. he opens his mouth and tilts his head back. i laugh and poor two shots in his open mouth. he tilts his head back up and swallows before we both let out a laugh. i place the bottle beside the whiskey, and look at him. "so who's going first?", i ask. "do or tell?", he asks me with a smile. i guess im going first. i don't wanna be lame and say tell on the first question, so i choose do. "i'll pick do.", i say hoping he doesn't pick anything too outrageous for me to do. he smiles and stands up jogging to his school bag. before i can even ask what he's doing he's back on the couch and digging through the bag. he pulls out a sharpie and smirks, "draw on potters face.", he says like he thinks he's the smartest person in the world for coming up with this. i look at him a chuckle, "ok fine, but when he wakes up in the morning you have to say you did it, im not taking the blame.", i say still laughing. "yes, he will think is me anyways.", boris says handing me the marker. i get up and walk over to theo, who's now snoring and laying on his back. i hear boris giggling like a child on the couch behind me. i uncap the marker and draw a small tear drop under his eye, and a penis on the tip of his nose. theo doesn't flinch at all, boris was right, once theo's asleep he's not waking up till morning. i cap the marker and look at my work before going back to the couch. boris starts laughing so hard he looks purple. "HAHAHAH, THEO THE GANGSTER, YES?", he exclaims in between laughs. i look at theo again and start absolutely dying, i don't know if it's because im so drunk or because its so childish, but for some reason its just too fucking funny. our laughter dies down after a minute, and i wipe the small tear that escaped my eye, as boris does the same. "ok ok,", i say still catching my breath from laughing, "your turn, tell or do?", i ask him. he thinks about it for a second. "hmm i choose tell." , he said with a shrug. "lameeee!", i say back to him laughing. he nudges me with his elbow, "cmon what do i tell you?", he says smiling. honestly i don't know what to ask him.  i decide to go with the first question on my mind.

"is theo gay?", i whisper to him even though i know theo wouldn't wake up even if i was shouting at the top of my lungs. this makes him let out a throaty laugh and consider my question for a moment, "hmm theo likes both boys and girls, he told everyone last year. i mean i think everyone is a little gay, i can like men and women too, but i don't want my ass fucked.", he says nonchalantly. i almost choke on my own spit. good for theo and boris, no judgement from me, i had a girlfriend for a little while but things didn't work out. i guess all three of us swing both ways, i never would have guessed boris does, but hey the more you know. i smile, "i knew he was a little fruity, no one straight dresses that well!", i say remembering the cargo pants, vintage batman tshirt, and the studded belt theo wore today. boris laughs at this, "yea, potter will roam in thrift shops for hours looking for good clothes he can afford. i usually just wear whatever is clean in my closet, he gets so frustrated when i wear my sweater everywhere.", he says rolling his eyes and looking at theo. i let out a small giggle, " well personally, i think your sweater is very stylish.", i say rolling the sweaters sleeves up. he smiles at me and grabs the left sleeve of the sweater help me roll it up. after he gets the sleeve up he takes a swig of the vodka and hands it to me. i take a drink and set it back on the sofa. i  100% gonna have a hangover tomorrow. "tell or do?", he says wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "tell", i say without hesitation. "oh who's lame now?", he says with a smirk. "oh shut up!", i say slurring and giggling. he laughs, "okay okay, my question is..", he thinks for a moment, "are YOU gay?", he says pointing at me. i laugh at his exaggeration of the word "you". "yea, i mean i'm bi, i like boys and girls like you and theo do.", i tell him moving my hair out of my face. his mouth drops and i can tell that he didn't expect me to say yes. "wait so you have like..had girlfriend?", he asks confused, "cause i like both, but i have never had boyfriend before, just kissed a few boys.", he says with genuine curiosity. "yea i had a girlfriend for awhile, we dated for maybe..8 or 9 months? i can't remember.", i tell him trying to remember how long we dated. he must be as drunk as i am cause he blurts out, "did you have sex????", with the most genuine interest in his voice. "hey! this is tell or do not 20 questions. it's your turn, tell or do?", i say laughing at his question.

"fineee, i pick tell.", he says. "cmon dude are you ever gonna pick do?", i say smiling. "maybe, maybe not, we have to keep playing to figure out.", he says holding his hands up. we continue playing "tell or do", (which is basically just tell or drink now because we both keep choosing tell) until we're both slurring and laughing from all the whisky we've drank to avoid questions. it's my turn when my drunken brain makes my mouth say the first thing it thinks of. "how many people have you done the nasty with?", i say slurring with the whiskey bottle in my hand. usually i wouldn't even consider asking this but when im this drunk my mouth and brain have no filter. i realize what i said and jokingly shake the whiskey bottle at him, "tell or drinkkk.". he laughs, "keep the bottle i tell i tell, but you promise not to laugh?, he says looking at me. "i promise.", i say slurring and putting one hand over my heart. "ok so i sleep with one girl, and im pretty sure i didn't do it right. miała na imię Kailey i-", i cut him off. "english borisss", i say throwing a pillow lightly at him. i've realized the more he drinks the more russian or polish he talks without realizing it. "fuck sorry.", he says trying shaking his head. "her name was kailey, she was my girlfriend, but i'm pretty sure she didn't like because we only did once and a week later she break up with me.", he says explaining in his broken drunken english. "oh shit, that blows.", i say suprised that this sexy man may honestly not be good at fucking. i mean its gonna be pretty bad for a girl to leave him for the way he fucks. "no is okay, she was how do you say...ah whore, she was whore. she leave me to date older man like a year ago. maybe she leave because he has job and can buy her things?", he says like he genuinely doesn't care what the reason was. "well i'm sure you're a good fuck," i say trying to make him feel better, "i've heard russians are freaks in the sheets.", i whisper slurring with a laugh. this makes him chuckle, "ha! yes that is funny, have you slept with russian man before?", he says looking at me with a smirk. before i can realize what im saying i spit out, "no, not yet.", with a half joking flirtatious wink. his face turns red and his eyes grow. before he can say anything i laugh and take a swig of the whiskey, "i'm so fucking tired, i'm probably gonna pass out soon.", i say looking at my phone to realize it's 3:24am. "yea me too, do you want us to go up to bed or stay on couch?", he asks. aw fuck i teased him too hard he thinks something's gonna go down tonight. he notices the look on my face, "nothing weird, i promise, i just don't like sleeping alone and theo's not gonna wake up to sleep with me. is that weird?", he says reassuring me. "no it's not weird, i honestly hate sleeping alone too, i don't know why but i just sleep better with someone next to me.", i say truthfully. i'm guessing this need to not be alone stems somewhere from our mommy/daddy issues, but im not trying to explore that tonight. "okay, good. we can sleep in my room?", he asks pointing up stairs. "sure.", i say glad that im not gonna have to fall asleep on this tiny ass couch. we walk up stairs and into boris's room where we both fall on the bed too exhausted to even turn off the christmas lights on his wall. we're both on our own side of the bed, and just like he said it's nothing weird. he crawls under the blankets and then drapes them over me. "night new girl.", he says with a smile. "goodnight boris.", i say smiling back with a yawn. we fall asleep on our respective sides of the bed facing each other. fuck. this russian boy is too perfect, i mean can anyone blame me for having a crush?

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Imperfections Snippet: When Your Past Comes To Find You

Summary: Trying to escape the studio's most twisted fiend, Bendy finds himself running into an unexpected face deep in the bowls of Drew's old studio.

(Contains: Hurt/Comfort

Joey Drew Studios is a dark, dangerous, ink filled nightmare, that, to all that called the vile place 'home' was common knowledge. There weren't many rules to this twisted reality… but one. One that was respected and followed by all of the studio's inhabitants. Stay out of the ink demon's sight, for if you see him coming, well, you better run.

Nobody followed this rule as rigidly as Bendy.

For Bendy knew what lie under that gangly and depraved ink. Oh, he knew, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He had already had too many close calls with the man behind the mask, ones that left him haunted. He wouldn't put himself in that situation again, never again, it was better to stay hidden in the shadows and out of sight. Which given his small stature and the dark nature of the place was relatively easy for the most part.

The studio was littered with dark, shadowed hallways who's light had faded long ago. Bringing with it a saving grace as well as a curse. It was easy to hide, sure, but you never knew what else could be hiding in the shadows with you.

Not to mention the ink that seemingly oozed out of every decrepit pipe and dripped down every abandoned wall. Ink as black as night and as vicious as the demon himself. It puddled in odd places just waiting to give rise to its next army of searchers or drag you down into its depths. Into the screaming, pleading, howling fishbowl of voices.

It was enough to drive anybody into madness.

But Bendy knew this place like the back of his hand… well, glove and knew which areas were safe enough to be tread and which areas were not.

Hiding had become second nature to the little devil throughout the years. Even before this whole ordeal started and the studio was still producing those old cartoons, he learned to hide. After Henry left and Norman disappeared, Bendy had no choice. But all those years of evading detection were paying off now as Bendy quickly made his way through the halls.

He had to get back to Alice. She was sure to be getting worried by now.

Alice, the angel made from heaven and sent from above, his Alice. She and Boris are the only ones left from the original studio crew. Everyone else was dead or worse than dead.

Sometimes, just sometimes, Bendy could swear he heard the voice of an old friend ring out from one of those inky monstrosities everyone referred to as 'searchers'. The very thought made him ill, but it wasn't unlikely, that Bendy knew all too well.

'No, don't start thinkin' 'bout that now!' He told himself, shaking away the thought as he turned another corner.

Only to run right into the back of a tall figure with an audible "Oof!"

The impact was enough to knock the little devil darlin' backward.

Stunned and a little dazed, Bendy rubbed at the back of his head as he sat up to see what or who he had just run into. Only to be greeted by the sight of a familiar face that looked just as stunned as he was.

A face Bendy thought he would never see again.

"Henry…?"

"…Henry!"

Before Bendy could even register what he was doing, he was running straight for the still stunned animator and wrapping his arms tightly around the man's thigh earning a small gasp in return.

"Where have ya been?"

"W-what?"

"Where have ya been, Henry!?"

Excitement quickly gave way to anger as Bendy stepped away from the man, glaring hotly.

"Y-you left us! Left ME!"

"Where WERE you! Why didn't ya come back!? Y-you just left one day without as much as a goodbye! Why!? WHY?!" Bendy screamed, large inky black tears streaming down his yellowed face and fists shaking at his sides as he trembled with rage.

If looks could kill Henry would be a dead man with the icy hot glare that Bendy was giving him. It made his heart ache. He knelt down and firmly but gently grasped the shaking toon by his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Bendy. Please, let me explain before you decide to hate me." Henry pleaded.

"Why should I? Ya just gonna up and leave again?" Bendy spat back coldly, still glaring daggers at the man before him.

"I never wanted to leave you-"

"Well ya did, Henry!" Bendy cut in, brushing off Henry's grasp.

"I know I did! I know!" Henry pleads, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

"But I didn't want to, Bendy!"

Henry all but whispers pleadingly, hoping to reach the little toon he took in all those years ago. His little Bendy.

"Me and Joey…, We had an argument about… well, you. The way he treated you… Things got heated and he fired me, screamed at me to get out and made me leave without you or the others. I tried to come back for you, believe me, I did, but Joey changed the locks, I couldn't get in."

Bendy rubbed at his now tear stained face as he looked away from the man "Ben… Ben said that ya left because ya didn't want me anymore…"

"Bendy…"

"H-he said *sniff* th-that ya left a-and that it was my fault!"

Henry couldn't help but feel heart broken for the now sobbing toon in front of him. He expected this kind of deceit and blame from Joey but never from a sweet little toon like Ben. Henry wasn't going to lie to himself. It stung. A lot.

"Bendy. You know I'd never just leave you."

Bendy shot Henry a hot glare through his tears "How do I know that, huh?!"

"Please don't shout, Bendy."

"I'll shout if I-"

*CRASH!*

"wannaaaAAAAHHHHH!"

"TTHhheeEERRrrrREE yYOooOUUu aARRrre!"

Henry stood frozen in place as a tall dark figure appeared from around the corner. It was much bigger than the ink demon but shared a striking resemblance. One thing stood out from the demon though, the arms. Four very strong looking arms that were visible from the silhouette of the creature. Whatever it was.

"No! No no no no no! Not again! I don't wanna! Leave me alone!" Bendy screamed as he curled into himself shaking more violently than before.

Henry only caught a glimpse of the tall four armed monstrosity that Bendy had apparently been running from before their paths intertwined. Every instinct in Henry's body kicked in at that very moment out of the pure horror of what he was seeing. He grabbed Bendy and made a run for it as fast as his legs would carry him. Hopefully he could find a little miracle station before whatever that thing was caught up to them.

Dark inky shadows quickly encased the narrow hall behind them. Chasing, hunting down its prey.

Henry's heart was pounding in his chest as he ran. Holding Bendy tightly in his arms as he tried to keep a lead ahead of the quickly encroaching shadows. A battle he was slowly and surely losing. He could hear the loud beating of a heart behind him. Or was that the pounding of the creatures footsteps as it made chase? He didn't want to look back to find out.

Turning a corner, Henry tried desperately to pick up the pace. His legs were already carrying him and Bendy as fast as they could but it wasn't fast enough. The creature was gaining on them and fast. The shadows were ahead of him now, consuming every speck of light and encasing them in darkness. It was getting hard to see were they were going. But they had to keep going. The creature was closing in.

Henry nearly lost his footing as the creature took a swipe at him, just missing the back of his collar.

He was breathing heavily now and his heart was beating so loud in his ears it nearly drowned out all of the sound around him. Bendy must have heard it too as he clutched onto Henry tighter and squeezed him so tightly with his tail that it was almost painful.

Rounding another corner, Henry was relieved to see the faint glow of a miracle station tucked along the right side of the hall, peering out from behind a wooden beam.

Racing down the hall he threw himself and Bendy into the station and slammed the door shut. Just cutting off the creature's attempt to apprehend it's prey.

"HhheeeenNNNnrryyYYYYYYyy…"

The massive creature croons.

It's voice is like a horribly distorted radio station. A sound that fills him with a sense of horror like he's never experienced before.

"YYyyoouUuu ccaAnnnTTt HhhiiiddDEee FffrrroooOMmmm MMmmmeEEee"

Terror floods his system as the demon breaks out into demented cackling. Rasping its clawed fingers against the wood of the miracle station. Threatening to break right through the safety of the little box.

Bendy is trembling in his arms, whimpering and keening to himself.

"No no no no no no!"

The little demon is stock terrified. Trembling and crying to himself as the creature continues it's threatening taunts.

The rasping of fingers soon turns to angry scraping, like knives cutting into the wood and making both man and toon shiver in fear.

"IIiii wwWWwiiillllLLLL GGggeeeeTtt mMyyy hhHAaaaaannnndddDSSSssss oONnnn YYyyooooOUUUUuuuu, eeeEEeeevvvVEEeentttuaALLLLlllyyyyyyyyy~"

With that, the cackling creature shuffles off down the hallway. Leaving Henry and Bendy to recover from their shock in the safety of the little wooden closet.

Oh, thank god…

Henry collapses onto the bench within the station, heaving out a hefty sigh as his body trembles with endorphins. Relieved but uncertain. That thing could still be out there, waiting for it's prey to reveal itself before it strikes.

It's better to stay here for the time being.

At least here they'll be safe. Or so he hopes…

Henry's attention shifts down to the shivering toon in his arms. His frown growing deeper at the sight.

"Hey~ Sshhhhh~ It's okay~" He tries to comfort, gently petting the back of the demon's head as Bendy sobs.

The action is comfortingly familiar for both man and toon. A reminder of the bond they shared so long ago, muddled by time and distance, if not a little bit of misplaced resentment on Bendy's part.

The little demon looks up to the animator as they sit in terrified silence. A silence that is soon broken by the ever inquisitive toon.

"Is that *sniff* really why ya left?" Bendy sniffles quietly.

"It's not 'cause ya didn't love me anymore?"

The question snaps Henry's heart in two.

"What?? No, Bendy… I never stopped loving you."

Henry nuzzles into the side of Bendy's head, placing a tender kiss to the velvet like ink that's still as soft and warm as he remembers.

"Then why?" Bendy questions. "Why did ya leave me with HIM?"

The toon's question is loaded with so much unspoken pain.

He'd suffered more than he cares to tell at the hands of that man. Hurt and humiliated at every turn simply for being imperfect. Just the thought of his time with that awful man brings fresh tears to Bendy's eyes.

"Oh, Bendy… My sweet baby boy… I'm so sorry. I didn't want to. I never would have. But Joey had me dragged out kicking and screaming."

Henry hugs the little demon close.

"All I wanted was to take you home with me, but Joey wouldn't have it."

He never meant for any of this to happen. He just wanted to protect his beloved toons, he never imagined it would all boil down to this ink stained nightmare.

"I love you so much, Bendy. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Worrying about you. Terrified of what Joey might be doing to you. Your momma and I, we were devastated without you."

"Momma…" Bendy repeats softly.

He can't even remember what she looks like…

He rests his cheek on Henry's shoulder, looking away from the man. He's still so angry and this is all so much. He just wants to get back to Alice. His Alice.

"Bendy..?" Henry speaks.

"You okay, Kiddo?"

The toon's silence is starting to weigh on him. Just a few minutes ago he was under the assumption that his little boy was long dead. But now, oh, he has so much work ahead of him if he ever hopes to make it up to the little demon.

"Alice." Bendy states plainly.

"I need to get back to Alice."

[purplehoodiesimon]

Ep 2 let's go

This season has hurt so much I have so many analysis posts to make later

Ep2 starting with Simon singing in the piano room and Wille watching THE PARALLELS.

AND THEN HE WALKS AWAY

The expensive riding pants for Sara oh my god

Vincent's bangs are hilarious

The color theory going on here with Wilhelm wearing the red sweater so much and Simon wearing the purple shirt

And him taking it off when he sits next to Simon

SHE PULLED HIM

She fucking pulled him

Oh my gkd

I'm not even looking at my phone right now as I type hh fuck

She's pulling him from erska

SHES.OH.MH.GOD.WHATTHEFUCK.

He left the red sweater behind. Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnññnn.

THE FROG GLOVE. THE FUCKING FROG GLOBE.

HES CLINGING TO THE DESK. SO THIS IS MALINGATE. IT BROKE. IT BROKE. IT.

I'm. In. Shock.

HE FABE HUM THE GLOBE AFTER THE FIRST SEASON FIGHT SCENE KH MH GKD. "AT LEAST YOU DONT HABE TO BE CROWN ORINCE" OH MY GOD.

I mean he probably should see a therapist anyways for the grief and privacy invasions he's been through but likeeeeee

He's in this white shirt so much I have so many thoughts about the color theory of that all

"they support me" press x to doubt

Simon is bringing up some really painful and really true stuff

I sense this girl talk game will go very badly

Oh thank god it did not

Oh she's going to have such conflicted feelings about Felice now

~Took a food and music break now we're back~

HE HAS THE SWEATER

HES PUTTING IT ON

Oh my god

I was hoping for Wille in the purple hoodie I did not expect Simon in the red cashmere oh my god I love it

HE IS REWRITING THE SCHOOL SONG OH MY GOD

AND NOW HES TEXTING MARCUS OH MY GOD

Simon is so pretty oh my god

The parallels.

OH.

Okay.

Okay the

Okay.

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Cool okay.

Sara miss ma'am what are you doing

Ma'am. Why. Why would you tell him. I mean I know why but why.

She's so autistic and I love it

OH MY GOD AUGUST FOUND IT CUTE OH MY GOD I ship it

Ayyyyyyyyyyy the return of Boris

THE ANXIETY PAMPHLET YES GET THE HELP YOU NEED WILLE

Oh my god my friend's reaction to Wille and Marcus looking at each other was "ew....he should fuck him."

They also said this could be solved with polyamory and likeeeeeeeeeeeeeee new poly ship 👀

Oof August has been dethroned

Aw he's about to cry. Fuck. I also want to wrap him up and tell him it's okay.

Oh my god a TV show mentioning cramps. Once in a blue moon.

Awwwww she's quitting riding. She's standing up for herself.

Stella and Fredericka offering to let her help with their horses I actually genuinely love how nice they are to her this is amazing

The rural kid in me is losing my mind at them running together alone in the woods

WHYS EVERYONE LOOKING AT EACH OTHERS PHONES THIS SEASON

oh god ep 3 okay

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Christmas Edition

Victor: [knocking on Smiler's door with Alice] Smiler? Are you ready to go?

Smiler: [flings opens the door, sporting a bright yellow Santa hat, sparkly red and green eye makeup, a yellow sweater with purple snowflakes, and black pants featuring embroidered red and green light strings with real flashing lights in them] Hello, my lovelies! I bring the spirit of the season with me!

Alice: ...the spirit of the season is making my eyes bleed.

Smiler: That's an important Christmas tradition, let's go.

--

Victor: [enters Smiler's living room area to find them setting up a bright yellow Christmas tree] ...

Smiler: [looks over] What's up?

Victor: ...you really -- of course you do, why would I assume you'd have a green Christmas tree.

Smiler: Yeah, do I look like Thirteen? Now help me get this thing into the stand, it's being difficult.

--

Smiler: [arriving back at the trio's house post-everyone moving in together] Hey! I'm back!

Alice: [emerging from the kitchen to greet them] Welcome home -- Victor's currently making sure the gingerbread doesn't burn, but he'll be --

Alice: [pause, sniffs the air]

Alice: [knowingly] Ah. Peppermint latte season then?

Smiler: We had a special promotion so I'm probably going to smell like this until Easter, yeah.

--

Smiler: [noodling around on their drum set] Hey, you guys want to hear me play my special version of "Little Drummer Boy?"

Victor: Sure. [sits down on the couch]

Alice: [joining him] If you'd be so kind.

Smiler: My pleasure! [starts playing the familiar rhythm as they sing the song]

Victor & Alice: [listening attentively, smiling]

Smiler: [singing in time with their drum beats] ~I played my drum for Him pa-rum-pum-pum-pum; I played my best for Him, pa-rum-pum-pum~

Smiler: [segues into a solo that -- sounds rather different from the traditional pa-rum-pum-pum-pum beat]

Alice: [raises an eyebrow]

Victor: [looks confused -- and then something clicks, and he groans into his hands] Oh, you didn't...

Alice: ?

Victor: [singing along to the beat] ~Never gonna run around, and desert you~

Alice: [immediately whipping around to glare at Smiler]

Smiler: [big shit-eating grin] If Victor can make a classical piano version --

--

Emily: [coming into Galactica's living room, with Victoria, Victor, Alice, and Smiler in her wake] Hello all! We're here! We brought snacks!

Galactica: [getting up from the couch where she was sitting with Oblivion, Rita, and Thirteen] Hi! Thanks for coming!

Thirteen: [also getting up] Whatcha got?

Victoria: [proudly showing off a bunch of marshmallow snowmen with things like pretzel arms and licorice scarves] I found how to make them online -- aren't they cute?

Galactica: Awww, they're adorable.

Oblivion: Perfect -- we're doing Hallmark tonight.

Thirteen: [beaming] Yeah, I can't wait to get out the hot chocolate and drown Frosty.

Victoria: [stares at her with wide eyes]

Thirteen: What?

Victoria: [sternly, holding the tray protectively against herself] No.

Victor: [puzzled] Victoria, that was literally a serving suggestion on the site you found them on.

Victoria: No.

Alice: We brought them to be eaten. That was the whole point.

Victoria: I will fight you all to protect these snowmen.

Smiler: I love how you think that is a deterrent with my friends.

Rita: [cracking her knuckles with a grin] Yeah, bring it on.

--

[the trio are listening to "You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch" on the radio]

Smiler: Would you like to know a fun fact about this song?

Alice: Hit us.

Smiler: Okay, so, while the short itself is narrated by Boris Karloff, this song isn't sung by him -- instead it's sung by a guy named Thurl Ravenscroft.

Victor: ...Well, I don't think I can ever complain about my middle name again. Who names their child Thurl?

Smiler: That bit I don't know, but do you know what Thurl's most famous voice acting role is?

Alice: I do not, but I suspect it's something gothic.

Smiler: Nope -- Tony the Tiger. As in Frosted Flakes's Tony.

Alice: What.

Victor: Really??

Smiler: Yup! And, thanks to one of the most popular tumblr blogs commenting that it sounds like Tony's breakup song to The Grinch, and someone else then drawing that -- well, there's now a Tony/Grinch fandom.

Alice: [laughing] Oh my God.

Victor: [also laughing] This is why tumblr is the most bizarre place on the internet. How do you get a weirder ship than that?

Smiler: [beaming] Well, there's Batman -- as Bruce Wayne -- being the side piece of Miss Piggy and Kermit. Also found on tumblr!

Victor: [shaking his head] I shouldn't have asked.

Alice: At this point, to get stranger, someone's going to have to throw together some random video game character, a stop-motion puppet, and a roller coaster.

Smiler: Trust me, I'm sure somebody's done that.

--

[dwestfieldblog]

AGNOSTIC EXTREMISM

Greetings on all points of the dodecahedron, mere days away from a tumescently exciting election here in the Untied Kingdom. The Tories, still putting the con into Conservative (and not serving any other than themselves) are promising things they had FOURTEEN years to even attempt to achieve. And failed on every single count. Other than the counting of billions of pounds made for their own offshore bank accounts and best mates.  Russian oligarchs (donors to the Tories) with puppet strings to the Kremlin (which can quickly become hanging ropes) are STILL being allowed to purchase huge London properties. Makes ex hedge fund manager Risible Sunak, Boris the Turk and ‘Call Me Dave’ Cameron look just a little two faced and corrupt. And still, they smug on with condescending smiles, Hallmark platitudes and repeated lies.

Electioneering ideas…some Conservative genius thought it would be a clever notion to bring back national service as a vote winner. This guarantees that all the usual mass of lazy youth 18 to 25 who are usually too cool to put an x in a box, are certain to vote for any party which is not Tory. A government (in its various deviant formats over 14 years) which has depleted our armed forces to the point of ridicule, thinks it a warrior’s idea to replace them with untrained, non-volunteering youth to the cost of several billion pounds. My personal feeling is that half of the idea which involves youths doing free community service is fine, but more than one weekend a month. Be useful. Tory manifesto promises … ‘if elected we will’…you had FOURTEEN years boys and girls, why didn’t you do ANY of it?

There are 71 verifiable serious failures for which the Tory government is directly to blame including 7.3 BILLION pounds of public money stolen by those who abused Covid schemes. (National Audit Office report). Makes Liz Truss look amateur. But at least we got our blue passports back. Eh?

Nigel Farage leading Reform. George Galloway leading the Workers Party. Both seeking to disrupt Conservatives and Labour by weakening their votes. Both aiding the Kremlin to undermine and sow discord. Populist poleznyye idioty, both so close in levels of self-adoration and mental disturbance that if they had intercourse/ mutual rape, the anti-Christ would be born. Farage has announced he is determined to remove the UK from European Court of Human Rights. The dummies who would vote for this don’t seem to realise that this would mean they also would have fewer rights and support, should a future government ever impose dodgier laws.) Which seems ever more likely.

Nigel fellated himself again while simultaneously stepping on his own balls by blaming the West for Russia’s invasion of Ukraine…which he saw as a result of NATO expansionism (rather than being due to Russia invading Georgia and Crimea to ‘protect’ its citizens) and the EU absorbing countries who CHOSE to be in them (not forced to join the glorious Motherland). He is getting the cart before the horse and the stable door has already bolted. (So to speak.) And as for one of his guys writing; ‘Britain would be in a far better state today had we taken Hitler up on his offer of neutrality…but oh no Britain’s warped mindset values weird notions of international morality rather than looking after its own people’. And later; ‘In Britain we need specifically to exorcise the cult of Churchill and recognise that in both policy and military strategy, he was abysmal’. Which would be why we won the war. This guy, as does Nigel, thinks he is a patriot. (Is it too early to shoot traitors or do we have to wait for the third world war? Coming soon to a country near you, mushroom cloud season…)

‘International morality’ is a bad thing, is it? Extremists on all sides are never fans of this as it tends to make them almost feel guilty about mass genocide and/or murdering its own citizens. Those who don’t, possibly feel as if they are Nietzschean Übermenschen rather than soulless wasters needing the fake validation of a ‘Purpose and a Vision’. Think for yerselves, you schmucks.

If you were watching a tv series and even if one main villain/shyster wasn’t overacting, you would know them for what they were. So why can’t so many millions tell these types in real life. ESPECIALLY when they are wannabe leaders and share the same characteristics of shifty greedy lying pig slime everywhere. Hello Nigel, Boris, Trump and the foul cabal of European populists on the rise. I always rooted for the bad guys in films, the cowboys in black, Darth Vader, Agent Smith etc, but in ‘real’ life? These politicians are venal and insane, crawling up a hill of filth to prove their worth as the worst of the worst. The scum rises like rancid cream, bubbles of fetid methane. All dreaming of wielding the same power in the same ways our enemies do in non-democratic countries. Meanwhile, in another parallel tunnel reality…

Trump is guilty eh? (Big orange manbaby surprise.) Of this one particular case so far. 34 charges against him and still his sewer scum allies say it was a politically orchestrated ‘witch hunt’. He was tried by 12 who were unanimous, not ambiguous. Donald sobbing about how hard it has been for his wife.  As hard as his mushroom for Stormy? The multi millions might help a bit when you already know what a fat sack of lying porcine excrement your man is, buy the ticket, take the ride, keep his balls empty darling. Nixon won twice too. Here come the ‘Proud’ Boys and all the other righteous suckers.

Anyway, on the bright side, the International Criminal Court have indicted Benny Yahoo and the leader of Hummus for crimes against humanity. (Seems likely that however this never-ending parable ends, they will have many thousands more new recruits.) I watched the videos of right-wing Israelis stopping trucks, trampling food and medical supplies for the Gazans underfoot. Hezbollah are getting tooled up to enter the fray full time too…Salaam, God is great, so we can righteously cut your head off. Scum. A former chief of Mossad (2016-2021) is alleged to have threatened ‘consequences’ if an ICC prosecutor refused to abandon a war crimes investigation. Well, that worked. Shalom.

Norway, Ireland, Spain and Slovenia all recently agreed to recognise a separate Palestinian state. The Knesset, (may peace be upon them) said this was ‘a reward for terrorism’. And thus, it came to be with all haste that the command was given to ‘strengthen’ settlements in the occupied (isn’t everywhere there now?) West Bank. Religious studies - 3000 years ago…Amorite, Canaanite, Hittite, Perizzite, Hivite, Jebusite etc tribes lived in the land now known as Israel, long before the Hebrews and the Arabs came in and wiped them all out. Those tribes no longer have rights due to being slaughtered. To the victors go the spoils and they re-write the history books. ‘God’ does not.

(For any who might come across this writing and see me as being antisemitic because I think Benjamin the Corrupt is using mass murder as a ‘patriotic’ tool to remain in politics and avoid prison. No.  My first loved girlfriend was Jewish (God rest her soul). The first woman I deeply wanted to marry was also Jewish and I would have changed my habits to fit her beliefs. Four of my best friends are Jewish, George Soros is a mensch and my favourite writer is Leonard Cohen.) What Hamas did on October 7th was horrific and a despicable war crime. However, after decades of settlers in the occupied territories breaking international laws (to which Israel had agreed) and continuing to build on Palestinian land over and over, because Moses long ago (recognising the need for positive spin for tired people) told hisfollowers that an invisible, non-provable non-Being said they were ‘chosen’ and therefore had the right to do what they want, pressurised tensions were, are and will continue to ignite. Saying ‘God told me…’ is what mentally ill people say. This belief is no defence in a court of actual law and hardly stands as a plea bargain of temporary insanity over the centuries of slaughter in the name of Nothing.

Transference of blame and transference of reason. Can’t be guilty of anything if one is serving a higher purpose, eh? The same holy cow, holier than thou bovine excrement as the pilgrims used in America to ‘justify’ murder. The manifest destiny of Israel. Will be fun to see how many ultra-orthodox yeshivas will heed the call to be conscripted, given that they are the loudest in favour of protecting their land but have been so unwilling to wear a soldier’s uniform. Get those payots cut boy! Yes, it is important to study, not fight forever wars. When I am world president, all religious extremists will be shot. Agnostic extremism…

PEACE IN A WORLD FREE FROM RELIGION. Or at very least, fewer wars and evilly stupid excuses to kill. Life is sacred? People are scared.

Mentally incapacitated, inconvenienced by rationality, idiots are still ranting on Twitter and Facebook against the ‘fake news’ of the mainstream media. What do they think Twitter (368 million users monthly) and Facebook (2.9 billion monthly) are, if not mainstream? Is this just paranoid jealousy? Please like my comment, give a smiley face thumbs up and approval. Weaklings. Algorithms for the gullible, Reform bots activated from the troll offices, artificial intelligence cancers spreading via unclean fingers on keyboards with infectious key words. Very old men still sending young untrained working class cannon fodder into killing fields to protect the high ideals of those who pay the governments the highest bribes. Or follow through on their worst threats…

The difference between capitalism and totalitarianism. (Updated/amended quote); ‘The government acts as a company cop for the rich’…or the president uses the wealthy’s money to be the cop. ‘The government, above all should be under constant surveillance.’ Leary.

And onwards and downwards into the new/same old-world disorder…

Elon Musk continues to fail to ingratiate himself with the world of sanity by pontificating on ‘free speech’ which he proclaims to adore, while taking China’s cash with whom he enjoys doing a fine business. Not known for their tolerance of free speech. Hypocrite in the highest degree. Putin doing deals with Kim Wrong Un and Xi, a James Bond trio of bad guys and all the West has to offer against them is a plethora of wannabe reality tv star type populist fascists being manipulated by hybrid of psychological greed games from the East, dividing to conquer. Will America choose senility or a truly evil psychopath? Do they think ‘Well at least Donald is as insane as THEIR bad guys, so we have a chance’?  Trump is serving Vladimir because he only respects and craves POWER and sees no harm in abusing it. And Vlad knows this type of ego. Power is to be brandished and used without mercy, regardless of truth or consequences.

‘The function of law and theology are the same; to keep the poor from taking back by violence what the rich have stolen by cunning. The function of theology? The recitation of the incomprehensible by the unspeakable to pick the pockets of the unthinking’ Nature’s God - Robert A Wilson, Hilaritas Press.

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Pt.11 ~

"Florence, Italy..."

[Rooftop Run (Night) - Tomoya Ohtani]

Sammy Lawrence : So this must be the place that Inky Albarn mentioned, Florence Italy. This city played a huge role in Dante's Inferno and of course, it took part of the Ohkuboverse where two Dokeshi's Shotaro and Emine fought. I must find the Santa Maria Basilica that Inky Albarn is having a private meeting. But...this whole place is crawling with Heartless and I need to get them past through.

Brute Boris : (via radio) Not to mention, but the whole place is guarded by the Para Sorceress Force. All you have to do is meet us there, but don't get caught by the heartless or the para sorceress, make sure to stay clear and make way through.

Sammy Lawrence : Understand. Over and out. Now then, time for me to do a little stealth mission. It's not like I can find anything in Italy. If Italy's the Land of Love, then all the love will be disappear into the darkness. I gotta say it, Italy is one big spaghetti and today I will wait for dinner. Location of the source.

Para Sorceress A : (via communication) Come in, HQ, This is Florence Defense Squad Captain Para. Looks steady as sharp. All squads in command, a black figure with a mask has been spotted in the Italian city of Florence. All squads be prepare for the engagement in battle.

Para Sorceress B : (via communication) This is HQ, squadron in command, the black figure has been heading the Santa Maria at 8 O'clock at sharp. Position in target range, if see you the man in the mask, fire at will!

Drawcia : (via communication) Come in all units of Defense Squad Florence, that man is making a stealthy scene in the city around here, and I bet he's not here for to see the leaning tower of Pisa or the favorite pasta's that every mobster's knows there place. So listen up, all troops. You must find the Queen of the Ink Demon to bring her back to Brooklyn and stop the man from reaching her. I want Sammy Lawrence stopped and buried. Failure is not an option!

Para Sorceress A : 10-4! Copy that!

Drawcia : This better be good. After finding out that I was the one who imprisoned Inky Albarn for her dangerous threats against all life on earth. Her being queen is not just the simple reason of having her way of putting this planet into jeopardy, after reincarnated into a human who does the art and science first. I haven't seen Professor E Gadd's face for a long time since he opened his science corporation in America.

[Radio buzzing]

Para Sorceress A : (via communication) This is Florence Defense Squad captain, we have found the target and beginning to lock-on target. Coordinates set, setting angle, ready and...Huh? what the heck is doing he now? He...He just snapped one of squad member's neck!

[Rhythm & Balance - Fumie Kumatani, Heigo Tani]

Drawcia : What!?

Para Sorceress A : (via communication) We are currently at heavy fire, we're doing the best we can! This man, he's...just too fast and strong!

Drawcia : (via communication) SAMMYYYYYY!!! I WON'T FORGET THIS!!!

Sammy Lawrence : Sould've hired a defense squad for the defense squad. Not really interested with this town's best security there is.

Para Sorceress A : Open fire, now!

Sammy Lawrence : Heh! You're feeble bullets won't touch me! I am a figure cursed with the powers of the Ink! I am capable of being invincible! There's no way that anyone of them will dare stand in my way! Hope I won't be minding destroying children's toys, would they? Take this!

*DBZ SFX : SLASHING*

Para Sorceress A : (via communication) Oh no! Sorceress down! I repeat, "Sorceress down"! Sammy Lawrence is going deeper and deeper into town to reach the Santa Maria basilica! This is even worse than I thought! Please tell me that, why did we even have a defense squad?

Drawcia : (via communication) You're the Para Sorceress Defense Force! You're role of being in the force is to defend humanity from opposing threats and no casulties left behind. Defend the people of Florence right before he reaches to the Santa Maria!

Para Sorceress A : Are you sure where near the Santa Maria, it's only a 7 mile walk and we have no idea if he made it into the--(sees Sammy entering the Santa Maria) He entered the Santa Maria anyway. Everyone, cease fire! Wait until they come out! Return to our posts, immediately!

"Inside the Santa Maria Basilica..."

[Black Noise : Revival (Space Colony ARK Ver.) - Kenichi Tokoi]

Sammy Lawrence : So this is the Santa Maria Basilica? I wonder what's with missing with the third name? Of course, Novella.

Inky Albarn : You have finally made it, Sammy. I'm impressed passing through the guards of that witch. This is the real Santa Maria, one of earth's finest catholic church that existed within the Ohkuboverse a thousand years ago. This church was off limits due to Soul Eater's existence, but I believe that this is the place where we supposed to meet with the Crona person. Allow me to explain the details for you, friends of the Ink Demon. Thousands of years after Demon Vibe was banished into the Shadow Realm, the Ohkuobverse has the very existence when Demon Vibe met the author, Atsushi Ohkubo, as his "Imagniary Friend", but that man was such insolent moron who originally a musician in Japan, these symbols of what we call it "the Eyes of Shadow Realm" were those symbol representing the face of a third-eye demon. But unknown to it, the Ohkuboverse that it exsited wasn't creating from the author's silly imagination, it was Demon Vibe's creation, all of the stuff from the Ohkuboverse were made from these tattle tales we call them Liars. Lies are nothing but false ones came from the speaking tongue of one being that is the king of lies, codename : The Devil.

Brute Boris : So what you're saying is that the Ohkuboverse was created as a facade, it's a like it's a prison created within another realm. Shadow Realm and Realm of Darkness are extremely equivalent with the Heartless.

Inky Albarn : Indeed, the world of Kingdom Hearts was exactly made of Light and Darkness, two forces from the powers of Angel Vibe and Demon Vibe, the two godly beings are entities that are the mother and father of good and evil, Angel Vibe is the mother of hope and the light itself, while Demon Vibe is the vibe of Darkness that brings nothing but death and Destruction. They are the two forces that originated the hope and despair in the Ohkuboverse, and the first story to begin with was the story of a boy who saved his world from death and destruction, caused by his creation the Evangelist.,The Cosmic entity that started it all. After defeating his Creation, Shinra gave birth to his man-made son, Death, and the new world created that existed 1000 years, but for now, it has been destroyed by a Time-traveling entity called the Time Eater that annhilated everyone or sented to their childhoods, including the victims he killed were Shinra Kusakabae and his beloved Iris...

Alice Angel : And the last one was executed right? The one who is the true mother of witchkind, Inca of the Kasugatani family. She has been pulling the strings on the devil's heart and she was the originated the witches in Soul World. She created her own legacy meaning that the Majo Kai were a only a tribe of magicians trying to protect the legacy. but then, the Men of Shinra's Influece kept truth out of it and hid it from the witches and the public eye their selves. Making the humans and Witches being selfish to each other. No wonder Soul Eater existed itself, until the detectives of Real World AU had made contact with the witches and established Interpol's second branch and the world's truest peacekeeping forces, the Majo Detective Force.

Inky Albarn : When I restore the Royal Bloodline, the Ink Demon's legacy will throw one's legacy and spoils the other, then I will make this world supreme into all that monochrome sadness, and then the world will be all yours, Sammy. You and me, a servant that will understand a queen's duty, or I will make you as an apprentice.

Sammy Lawrence : That sounds like not a half bad idea. With more of that to your duties, I will become a prophet for an apprentice for your son's brother. A new born would be a great idea for having a family of your own.

Inky Albarn : That's why I decided to bring this object that I got in my hand from another heartless. The four servants of Demon Vibe have always been adjacently to the hearless and there for, the seven lights are in total. But the order is still incomplete. To make Demon Vibe conquer the Galaxy, we need the Seven Lights and the 13 darknesses in total order to fulfill the duty of my will, then I will restore my family's bloodline.

Brute Boris : Hey, come on, now. I've always been this nervous of having a plan to see what if the world would meet a terrible fate from that guy from Majora's Mask, maybe that should be really the problem, the problem is that how are these heartless are really capable of putting the humans and witches into a conflict. But it wasn't for that Ansem guy, he wouldn't stand a chance to see what Kingdom Hearts have for us store, maybe the World of Light itself might be the connection to Kingdom Hearts, that's how Angel Vibe brought hope in the Ohkuboverse in the first before it was completely destroyed in half.

Crona : Hello, are you supposed to be, Maka Albarn? Wait, you are not the one who I have been looking for. I have been mistaken for you.

Inky Albarn : You are wrong, child. I am Inky Albarn, queen of the Ink Demons, and you are an experiment conducted by Sammy and that heartless witch, Medusa. You were brought into this world to bring death and destruction plagued by the heartless, and that witch is probably one of them, you were bamboozled by becoming a so-called evil god , or a Kishin. However, those so-called Kishins were exterminated by the Demon Kings and witches were sick and tired of it, it's a lie from the devil and there's no such thing as a Kishin, nothing but a heartless coward who wanted to crave the death and destruction by fueling one's lust for power. Ultimate and destructive power!

Crona : So I wasn't going to become a god, becoming heartless. So that means I'm just an experiment created by people and Sammy? I guess the Gorgon sister's were wrong for using me as a puppet on a string. I'm no child to a bunch of witches, just a bunch of heartless.

[DOOR BANG!]

Italian Officer : Hello!? Is anyone in this basilica? Mama Mia! Thanks goodness just what we law officers we're looking for, a hero!

Inky Albarn : ...Excuse me italian gentlemen. What's the problem?

Italian Officer : There's-a a witch floating over the basilica and we need a hero to take that monster down! She must've brought the kid here to assassinate you! Please, you gotta stop that villain and take her out immediately!

Inky Albarn : You look after the Crona child, I'll go deal with a nasty heartless villain that is making a mess in Italy. I shall not let the Royal Bloodline be in vain, whether they like it or not. If they wanted the pain and suffering that much? Then I'll give them Pain and Suffering, those are the best teachers that anyone should know. I always look out for my consort and my son.

"Let the carnage of all demons begin!"

~ Prologue 11 : The Beginning of Redemption ~

[dearcraziness]

Chapter 72.

The man in the dark suit smiled when he heard the cute nickname and together they went to the imp. The girl was delighted with the company of close friends, was happy to fasten small details of cardboard birds with pals.

In the evening, six friends were watching amazing films: "Adventures on a Lost Island", "Unknown Valley", "The Day we first Met", "The Depth of Reason"; Bendy and friends managed to perform several of their favorite songs by other artists, making a positive impression on the creators, causing praise in their address. After that, a conversation took place on important topics, with curious questions.

"Tell me, when you first appeared, what did you see?" Joey asked.

"I don't remember anything special." said the imp. "A dark corridor, with a gap far on the horizon. Then I saw Lara, we exchanged a couple of phrases. It must have been a few of minutes before we noticed Boris - he was standing at a distance, we went to meet each other. And then bright rays illuminated the space - we moved into the studio, into the corridor. Our life began here... Have you really been secretly following us for a while?"

"Occasionally, for a very short time." Joey replied. "What about you, Alice? Did you see something similar before your appearance in the studio?"

"Yes, but... Besides me, I didn't find anyone else... I must have been the first ink character James created."

"Of course, he put a lot of effort into your design, tried to identify the smallest details in your character. And how did you meet your future best friends?"

"After James left, I felt uncomfortable in the studio. Of course, he sometimes visited his old place of work to visit us, we also came to his house, but... I didn't feel any kinship with Susie Berry, Nick Bradley, or Lan the Werewolf - other characters of the company 'Easy Black', so I often wandered without them... One day I was carried too far - it started raining, a strong wind was blowing, I couldn't return under a terrible downpour on a cold autumn day and decided to hide for a couple of minutes in a dark corridor. I was really going to leave at the end of the precipitation without disturbing the residents, but I was noticed. I felt awkward. The door, of course, was open, and judging by the umbrellas, the guys wanted to take a walk, but I didn't find any excuses for my intrusion. I explained my action and I was understood. After talking to my new acquaintances, I realized I was on the same wavelength with these black and white creatures. Well, and then..."

"A couple of months later I confessed my feelings to Alice..." Boris continued and smiled. "Since then, the four of us have been living in this part of the studio."

"I see." Joey said politely. "Well, each of you has a pair. Like you, then, the rest of the Ink Creatures appeared. However, they turned out to be completely black and more liquid - I didn't have the time and physical capabilities to create them properly, but I admit they came out quite interesting and unusual."

"Wait, did you bring to life creatures who look like ink? When did you have time and why didn't you tell me?" Henry was astonished.

"Oh, yes, I forgot. Now you know."

"You always have your secrets."

"Riddles have never harmed anyone." the half-bald former boss responded. Part of his medium-length brown hair was braided into a ponytail. The light green shirt was slightly crumpled from the half-bent fit. He brushed the invisible dust off his pants and continued, "Well, I hope the Ink Demon will introduce us to the residents on the other side, and we'll look around the rooms together."

"Of course, but not today - many creatures must be already asleep."

"It's great to get back to a happy life..." Henry noticed. "I always thought the fewer shocks and worries, the easier life would be, but I was wrong. There is no peace without relatives, without friends. Forgive me for abandoning all of you. Joey, you know I've always valued your friendship, and work has been a second home to me."

"I know, Henry, I'm not mad at you. And since we're having an evening of sentimentality, I'm sorry too. I was carried away by my dreams, desires, didn't worry about the plans of others, didn't take into account an alternative point of view... It's my fault, of course... But I made my conclusions, which means I've gained experience."

"I have too..."

"That's it, my friend, live and learn!..."

"It's not easy to stay kind and sincere, but you have proved your purity of intentions, your good heart." Bendy replied.

"And we sincerely believe you." Lara added.

"Friends always forgive each other." Alice remarked.

"No matter how different we are, we' llsupport each other in a difficult situation." Boris smiled.

"Having connected souls once, we will always be together... No matter how far we are from each other..." concluded Bendy.

The imp extended his arms, hugging everyone. Friends stretched out their hands to their pals as far as they could, forming a close wonderful circle of peace and harmony. A couple of minutes passed in silence until Joey remembered an incident in the studio from his youth and began to tell it.

Laughter, shouts, ringing voices, urgent questions didn't subside until late. Finally it was time to get ready for bed. Joey and Henry said goodbye to the guys and headed for their homes. Boris and Alice had almost plunged into the world of dreams, Bendy and Lara were talking quietly in the room. Having spread the bed, the young man sat down on a chair next to the girl, holding his hands at her shoulders, gently taking her forearms with his palms. The imp was fingering, calmly looking at the toes of her shoes. The demon tilted his head to her ear, saying thoughtfully, "Before, I couldn't even imagine we could reconcile... However, after knowing the truth, I began to regret I didn't take their honesty seriously..."

"Although I didn't see them until recently, I felt as if our creators were kind people... I missed them..."

"Same here... Finally we are together... There are no more misunderstandings or disagreements... We are waiting for astonishing joint adventures, fascinating, great discoveries..."

"So, everything's getting better..."

"A foundation of mutual respect and understanding has been built between us and our creators... From now on, we'll try not to quarrel and not to argue... But you know, I've always felt immeasurable happiness with you, with our friends... Especially with you, vanilla, you are my light, my joy..."

"You're too cute, lemon..."

"Love you madly, Lau..."

"Love you, too, Bendie..."

"How I want to kiss you... Come here..."

The young man wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, touching her cheek, forehead, nose, chin with his lips. She shone with delight, he put her on his lap, giving her tenderness and affection again and again...

Having closed the curtains, the wizard covered his beloved, sitting next to her. They fell asleep almost at the same time, seeing beautiful dreams...

The morning lit up the windows of the guys with happiness. The kettle boiled, hot dishes were waiting for friends, dessert was in the oven, browning. A new excellent, magnificent, magical, charming day has come.

[anoldstoryteller]

44 BBY Returning to Shijo

The clan welcomed us with open arms. Aden insisted on cooking for us. Solus took charge of showing everyone around the settlement. I took the time to slip out and meet up with Shei Wei. She was in her house sitting in her chair in her true form. "Welcome back young one. I must admit I wasn't expecting you to return so soon." She looked out a window, "And it would seem you brought along some guests. The clan hasn't had this much excitement since I found you. I trust you are doing well." She got up and changed into her human form and started to put on her armor. I sat down and removed my helmet, "Yes Alor Shei. My crew." I started with Alephi, and a short run down of how I met her and her skills. Then Tali, Helen, the twins Bori and Eli. She was listening intently, she turned and I saw her smile. "Yes, ok I know I only have female crew but as I've said it's not like I went out of my way to do so." She simply nodded and resumed putting her armor on. I continued recounting my adventures telling her how we found Mivota and about her Third Sight and finishing with Iso and her unique abilities. I sat there and waited for her response. She finished clipping on the last plate and grabbed her helmet, "Well young one, it sounds like you have found quite the collection of talents, and only two years after leaving our modest settlement. Perhaps Xan'rra was right and I worried too much." She walked over and sat next to me. Ever since she first found me, just being in her presence relaxed me, made me feel safe. I started to fidget because I wasn't certain how to bring it up. She made a face and another wave of calmness washed over me, "What is troubling you young one?" I looked up and wondered for not the first time what power she had to cause such an effect. "Shei Wei….do you know who I am?" She looked confused by my question, "Young one, I'm not certain what you mean. You are Kalolus Torka. Youngest member of Clan Breeder. And my precious one." I figured. How could she have known of my Kauti nobility? "So you didn't know that I came from House Torka? That I'm a Kauti noble?" I tried to tell if she was shocked or anything really but she remained emotionless, "Young one, Kal. You know Mandalorians don't care about someone's past, only what they do." She looked puzzled, "Has this been bothering you? Your birthright?" I stood up and started pacing, "It's not so much about my birthright as much as it is about revenge. My parents were killed and I don't even know why!" I started to get agitated. She stood up and walked over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders, making me look at her, "Kal. If you want revenge then you have to seize it for yourself. But first you must gather Intel, learn who your enemies are and prepare for the fight. Remember, Munit tome'tayl, skotah iisa." Long memory, short fuse. A basic Mando mind set. I thanked her for her guidance. She nodded and put on her helmet. I grabbed mine and we walked out of the house and into the sound of music and laughter.

The clan partied late into the night. They insisted on us staying in one home or another. I sat in the center of the square with Tali and Alephi beside me. I took the moment of silence to tell them of my past. Of my Kauti background and how everything was taken from me. As I finished Tali grabbed my hand, "Oh, Kal. I'm so sorry. I never imagined something so horrible." Alephi gave me a hug and giggled, "For being noble born you're really humble and kind. If not for you I don't know what would have happened to me." Tali nodded, "Same for me Kal. I would probably be dead if not for you. And it's the same for most of us. Mivota, Bori and Eli too. Hell, even Iso technically." I grabbed them both and hugged them tight. "Thank you, both of you. Xan'rra once said that it was the will of the Force. I still don't quite get what she meant but, I know I would have never met you guys if Shei Wei never found me." We stayed there in silence for a while until Alephi broke the silence, "But Kal, I don't understand. Why have you not gone back to Kaut and reported that you are still alive?" Tali looked at me as well and both awaited an answer, "Well, to put it simply, I don't know if there is anything to go back to. I don't remember my extended family and I'm sure my brother was probably killed also. So until I can find some proof of a foul deed against my house I'll wait to return." They didn't say anything after and we enjoyed a moment of rest under the twin moons of Shijo.

[wizkiddx]

your voice

angsty vibe, requested by @hollandlover19 than you for th rq and hop this doesn't disappoint too much :)))

summary: tom says something so stupid and has to deal with the consquences

warnings: a bit angsty, but ends in fluff! argumnts and raising voices, I guess could be associated with panic attacks tho not written with that intention

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“Oh, Y/n er sorry.” Harrisons morning dulcet tones were what you were awoken to with a groan.

Everything was achy, and your head was pounding, making you grumble in discontent as you shifted uncomfortably on the technically too-small-to-sleep-on sofa.

This was not the morning you’d foreseen even 12 hours ago.

Lockdown had been difficult for everyone, even removing the tragic health crisis. Being locked in with your boyfriend and his brothers and friends was, for the most part, amazing. Lots of laughs, lots of beers and lots of quality time that you usually didn’t get. But it was also intense.

Without a doubt, since you first got together, this was the longest time you’d ever had with Tom. And it had been brilliant, your relationship getting so much closer and just learning the subtlest intricacies about the other. In fact, when lockdown had been announced, you’d never lived together (the most a week-long holiday).

Though it was also like a pressure cooker, Toms rented house. When one of you were in an understandable but stubborn lousy mood, it affected the whole house.

Yesterday night had been the perfect storm. The weather was unbelievably scorching; your work had announced that they had to let some staff go because of the financial implications of the pandemic; a ‘mole’ had released personal details of your relationship.

And it was like a pot on the stove; everything went from controllable to violently boiling over in a matter of minutes.

Honestly, you didn’t even know why you had started arguing - it was that pathetic. And yet you’d both said pretty horrible stuff - though it was Tom who had crossed the line. Frankly, the way he’d spoken to you was almost unforgivable.

You’d both known instantly too, all his anger at you had immediately evaporated when he’d realised what he had said. It took no time for him to become a grovelling apologetic mess, however even that- it was already too late.

It might sound feeble, but honestly, you’d run and locked yourself in the downstairs loo. You’d cried on the inside- whilst from the other side of the door, he had been begging and pleading with you.

After an hour though, Tom finally gave up - hence why you’d had a pretty uncomfortable night on the sofa.

This brings it back to Harrison, the early riser of the house, barrelling into the living room after his morning run. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, except also slightly terrified looking as he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I’m up now” You sighed, dragging yourself into a sitting position on the sofa whilst massaging your crooked neck.

“You er…. you fell asleep watching the TV?” Rolling your eyes, you sighed at the blonde, even if his poor acting was a little entertaining.

“Are we both pretending that you don’t know what went down last night?” Of course, Harrison knew. The walls were thin, you’d been screaming and he was Tom’s best friend. No doubt, Tom had immediately gone to him for help and advice last night.

Harrison held his hands up in response, caught in the act, and clicked his tongue. “What he said was bad. You shouldn’t be the one ending up with the sore back.” He wasn’t wrong.

“And yet here I am…” With a sigh you smiled which he returned with a sickeningly empathetic one “Anyway, don’t let my sad self get in the way, did you come in here for anything?”

Now, because Harrison was mentally a five year old, that’s how you ended up sat crossed-legged on the floor, clutching a wii remote and angrily shouting at yoshi on the mariokart screen. The whole household was competitive as hell and you were no exception - so some rouge elbows were flying when he viciously knocked you off the track.

Slowly Harry and Tuwaine filtered in and picked up remotes too, so the quiet morning was very quickly switched into a tense atmosphere of yelps and shouts. None more so than Tuwaine, who was possibly the worst looser you had ever met.

Really, you knew all the boys were only doing this as there way of showing you they were with you. That they also thought Tom was a massive raging dickhead. And you appreciated it more than they would ever know. Locked down in Toms house, very much not mutual ground, having three stupid boys behind you meant everything.

Just as you got on to the 18th and final race of the house’s mario grand prix, another voice cut across the tense silence as you waited for the coutdown to turn into ‘go’. Naturally, you flipped round to see Tom, looking as though he literally just rolled out of bed with puffy eyes and messy hair and no top. The sight made your heart flutter, to the point you had to consciously check yourself - refusing to smile softly at him like you usually would, instead narrowing your eyebrows and looking back at the TV.

Tom had so desperately hoped that when he came down this morning, everything would be better. That all it’d take would be a quiet conversation for the two of you to make up - for him to have you in his arms again. Primarily as he had heard your excited laugh echoing through the halls in reactions to Tuwaines yelps of protests - it made him hopeful. Waking up to a cold and empty bed was almost soul-crushing this morning. He did not want it to ever happen again.

Which is why his heart sank so much when all you gave him was a scolding look, before turning your attention to the TV. Admittedly, he was naive to think that what he’d done last night would be an easy fix - he knew it too. So with dropping shoulders, Tom silently took a seat on the sofa, watching from afar. You spent the rest of the race more absent, not joining in with the Harrison or Harrys trash-talking, acutely aware of Tom’s eyes burning the back of your head.

Then came Harry’s celebrations as the overall winner (only just) and when Harrison suggested another game Tom piped up again.

“Give me a turn Harry.”

The three boys kneeling next to you all stiffened, looking immediately to you for what seemed like consent - as if they were engaging with the enemy. (At least it was good to know everyone was on your side).

“I’m gonna go prepare for my meeting anyway.” You spoke quietly, already placing the remote on the floor and standing up.

“Y/n I don’t mind swappin-“

“No. Thanks, H but no.” You weren’t being selfless and giving Tom a turn. You were running away from seeing him.

And Harrison was still really angry at Tom. He’d been so selfish and insensitive and had hurt you- someone who Haz also cared a lot about too. Yes Tom was his bestmate, that he’d grown up with and known for years - but Haz really liked you too, in fact all the boys did. So they were almost as pissed with Tom as you were.

So while you threw the cushion you were sat on back on the floor, Harrison shot Tom the filthiest look and practically shooed him away.

“come on Y/n … just one more? Then you can do your boring work.” You were about to refuse when Haz tilted his head toward the door, only then noticing that Tom had slipped out the room. Now that he was gone ,yes, just one more wouldn’t hurt. The meeting prep wasn’t time pressured; it was an excuse for an escape.

Tuwaine whooped a little when you nodded, planting back down and ready for the first race. Yet apart from that, the room was still a little awkward, you being the first to break the silence.

“Actually Haz, would you mind giving me a lift today?”

“What to the shops?

“Um no not quite.” Tuwaine laughed in his usual innocent and infectious style before asking more.

“Seriously? You know we’re locked down? Boris won’t be happy if you going mad and leaving the house.”

“Just to Y/f/n’s. She lives on her own so it’s legal.”

“She lives just down the road right? Can’t you walk?” Harry was confused, making him look away from the screen, ultimately leading to his ‘diddykong’ falling off the track.

“I’ll have my bags. I um… I think I’m going to stay with her till lockdown eases more.”

As soon as you said that, Harry pressed pause on the race, all three boys looking at you mouth-opened.

“For real?”

“Yeh I um… think me and Tom need some time apart and being locked in isn’t helping.”

“I’m not saying to forgive and forget what he said… but he is really sorry.”

“The twats literally kicking himself.” Tuwaine added, making you smile a little for calling Tom that.

“I know just… I need some space and-“

“Are you breaking up?” Harry almost announced, cutting you off. He would miss you too.

“No! Nono I … well I don’t know. I just- we both need this.”

The boys all nodded, looking at the floor for a moment before Harrison’s blue eyes were back on you.

“Course I’ll drive, but… but I’ll miss you.”

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You’d left merely an hour later, whilst Tom was holed up in the garden doing what looked like an almost unbearable work out. It meant he was also out your hair and you could throw all your stuff into two suitcases without him being any the wiser. It was probably pretty cowardly to leave without speaking to him, but you couldn’t. It would hurt too much and you didn’t want to break down in front of him. No doubt as soon as you had got to Y/f/n you did - into a blubbering mess of tears - but Tom hadn’t seen so it was okay.

Speaking of. Tom.

Tom was not in a good way at all. He’d been trying really hard to curb his’ short fuse’ lately- all of which had been well and truly blown in the past 4 hours. After finally being realised from meetings, which he’d not been able to concentrate on anyway, Tom had mentally prepared himself for a lot of grovelling. Once he’d vaguely hunted the house and not found you there, he naturally asked Harry and Tuwaine (both of whom were in the living room) if they’d seen you around.

It was a typical question, the answer he was expecting was that you’d just gone on your daily walk. And yet the response he got was… well a lot more confusing. Harry’s eyes widened whilst T did his awkward-uncomfortable chuckle, the two locked in an intense bout of eye contact. It was as though they were arguing with each, but through the powers of telekinesis... and it put Tom on edge. He was already stressed because you were so angry with him, so not getting a clear answer out of his brother and best mate - lets just say it tested his patience.

“You two need to tell me what the hell is going on right now.”

The two boys both looked panicked to speak to him, which was the opposite of the usual situation. They were some of the ONLY people in his life that would just say it how it is, no sugar coating. Like if he was away and being ‘famous’ was getting to his head; or if he wore the wrong pair of jeans. Even yesterday evenings events, they’d both called him out on what he’d said to you.

So why the silence?

Eventually, it was Harry who spoke up, but in doing so, practically just waved all responsibility on to another innocent party.

“Ask Haz.”

And then Tom knew. He knew this was bad. Immediately his heart was pumping at an alarmingly fast rate, taking the stairs two at a time and not bothering to knock before bursting the door open.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Harrison was reclined back on his haphazardly made bed, laptop balanced on his lap as he looked up with a sigh. He’d known this conversation was coming, but it didn’t make it any less easy. With a sigh, Haz closed the lid of his MacBook and sat up on the bed.

“Tom just-“

“Where. Is. She.”

“She’s gone to Y/f/n’s.”

“Oh… okay.” Suddenly Tom’s voice was muted, thinking he might’ve blown his top at nothing. This wasn’t weird - Y/f/n was in your support bubble and you went to hers often.

Tom was grossly underestimating the situation - and Harrison heard didn’t fancy stringing him along though.

“No like gone. She um… she took all her stuff. I think she’s going to stay there till-“

Tom was already out his room at that point, slamming the door as he did so. Making a beeline for his own room, Tom then frantically started to pull out the draws and rummage around the shelves, confirming what he already knew. Your clothes were gone, your toothbrush and toiletries were gone, you were gone.

It’s important to note Tom didn’t really cry all that much. Or if he did - it was more inconsequential, at a sad movie or one of the rescue dog stories from battersea. Actually, when it came down to it, he didn’t really cry.

Now though, it was impossible to ignore the burning of his eyes, as he sank down onto the bed that now felt twice the size. With ragged breath, he repeatedly fisted his eyes, not actually letting the tears fall - but it was impossible to not acknowledge their presence. Harrison stood wordlessly at the door frame, knowing it best not to interrupt - whilst at the same time knowing Tom shouldn’t be left alone. There was a delicate balance between the two, which he was walking on a knife-edge on right now.

After a short while, Tom looked up with red eyes and nodded at Harrison, effectively granting him entrance. With a sigh once again, Haz moved and sat next to Tom on the bed, clasping his hands together nervously.

“She said you both just needed a break from each other. Think lockdown and everything was just a bit too intense.” Haz had tried to explain, yet it seemed Tom had only managed to lock onto one of the first words.

“A break? Or breaking up?”

“I uhm… she didn’t explicitly say ending things. But I just… I don’t know to be honest mate.”

“You see the way she looked at me this morning? Like she hated me. Wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was there.”

“I don’t know what to say… she needs time and space I think.” Tom was silent for a beat, shaking his head as he cradled his forehead.

“I hate the fact you and my girlfriend are on better terms than I am.” Anddd his voice was back to scathing.

“I’m not on anyones side. But your both my friends and she… she needed some time.”

With that, Harrison made a quick exit out, getting Harry to take over the Tom supervision.

Ever since the atmosphere in the house had been tense. To say Tom was highly strung was an understatement, particularly towards Harrison. Deep down he was thankful Haz was looking out for Y/n: he was glad that Haz was checking she was okay. It’s not like Tom could, because Y/n was refusing to answer his calls, texts, whatsapps, even the slip of paper he’d slipped under Y/f/n’s door in the middle of an especially dark night.

So it was good to know Y/n was okay, but the fact she was going on socially distanced walks with the rest of his housemates was rubbing salt in the wound.

After a week and a half of complete radio silence on your end Tom had utterly worn down. He didn’t have the emotional capacity to be angry anymore, he was just tired. Tired of missing you with every breath, tired of the ten-tonne weight of guilt pressing on his chest, fucking exhausted with being angry at Haz and Harry and Tuwaine.

The best thing in his life and one of the very limited opportunities was quality time with the people he loved more than anything else. He had ruined it all.

And it was the small things. It was waking up to your soft, whispered voice in the morning; it was your infectious giggle when he surprised you with a hug from behind and gentle kisses to your neck; it was your quiet singing in the shower. Especially when he knew Haz, Harry and Tuwaine were all still seeing you and laughing with you. It hurt like hell.

Which is how he ended up hesitantly knocking on Harrison’s bedroom door at half eleven at night, with his tail between his legs. Having been so uber-healthy all lockdown, Haz was already in bed following his sleep cycle, though for Tom right now- he would be awake.

“I’m um… I’m sorry I’ve been a knob. There’s no excuse of anything I’ve just… I’ve been a knob.”

“You’re not wrong.” Harrison nodded in agreement with a sly smile, motioning for Tom to come into the room, after which he perched on the edge of the bed.

“I just… I need to speak to her but I… I don’t want to push her if she’s still hurting and I…”

“You absolutely promise not to blow your fuse? Because she couldn’t handle that.” Tom’s eyes widened, thinking this would be a much harder pitch than how it seemed to be going.

“Yesyesyes i- I promise. I just, I feel broken you know? Even if all I get is the time to say sorry, I-I really need to.”

Harrison released a deep breath, nodding slowly before throwing the covers off himself. Tom watched all his movements with a curious gaze, silently sitting as Haz pulled on a hoodie, then socks too.

“Well? Let’s go.”

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Now, what Tom had not in the slightest bit been prepared for was this to happen tonight. Really, he hadn’t even thought Harrison would agree to let him talk to you… and even if he had, Tom not in hell thought it’d be at 11:30 that evening.

His heart was thundering in his chest, trying to hurriedly script how on earth he was going to apologise meaningfully to you - as him and Haz walked the short distance to your friends house. Honestly the whole situation was peculiar to Tom - finding it hard to believe that if you weren’t to answer his texts you wouldn’t be open to an in person conversation.

What Tom didn’t know, was how you’d been texting Haz at a similar point of desperation. You weren’t happy and even given everything Tom had said and acted - you missed your boy. No matter how infuriating he could be when trapped 24/7 - you’d quickly learnt this was the only way you wanted to spend these weird times.

So yes, Tom’s best friend knew you were hardly sleeping either, but needed that little push to interact with you boyfriend. No doubt, you’d still be awake to answer the door.

Once he’d arrived at the apartment block and walked up the stairs to the right floor, it still took some prodding and pushing from Harrison to get Tom to knock on the door. Plainly, because he was shitting himself. Haz hadn’t given him enough pre warning, enough time to work it all out in his head. So it took another encouraging nod from Harrison for him to knock on the slightly rough-round-the-edges flat door.

Y/f/n was single and young, starting her career in Kingston - so the flat she could afford was modest at best. When it was just occupied by a single person, that was manageable - two was a push. You’d only been living with her for a week and a few days but it was enough to know this flat was not ideal for two people in lockdown. You were already stepping on each others toes. It also wasn’t technically legal to move households but Y/f/n had always been in your support bubble as a single household otherwise. And so there was also a layer of guilt to it all.

Naturally then, sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Tom meant you just were not sleeping. Even if you had both gone to bed early (just to kill some hours in the day) you were still wide awake at quarter to twelve - when a timid knock echoed through the minuscule apartment. Curiosity peaked at who the hell would be calling now; you silently slipped out of bed, managing to not disturb Y/f/n, and closed the bedroom door.

Now you weren’t an idiot. Even though this was southwest london, hardly the capital for crime, Y/f/n lived in a dodgy building with some questionable characters. And it was midnight. Hence why you approached the situation cautiously, tiptoeing to the door and waiting with your ear pressed against the wood.

“I told you she wouldn’t answer!”

“She will! Might just be in the loo or something.”

“Haz this is stupid-“

The air in your chest froze when you immediately recognised the smooth tone of his voice. It was him… and you’d missed that so much. Already there were tears in your eyes and you couldn’t open the door just yet. So no, instead you slid down the doorframe before calling quietly out into the night.

“Tom?”

The bickering on the otherside of the door was silenced, but you heard a quite tap on the door... and could envision exactly what was going on. Tom, pressing both palms and his ear to the door, as Harrison took a few steps back - sensing his work was done.

“Y/n? You there?” He sounded desperate, you could hear the emotion dripping off his voice. It was only when you tried to reply did you realise your own voice was having a harder time speaking.

“Yeh its-its me.” It felt as though this heavyweight that had been pressing down on your chest was slowly lifting, making your voice all cracky and low.

In response, there was a short and sharp exhale. It sounded relieved before some fidgeting as you imagined him crouching down beside the door - mirroring your image.

“Fuck, it… it feels so good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too… I’ve-i’ve missed you.”

Tom snorted at that, a gentle bang allowing you to realise he’d just whacked his head on the back of the wood.

“You have no idea how this week felt.” He was wrong though, you did.

Yes, maybe without the insurmountable guilt that Tom was rightfully feeling, but it didn’t mean that the time apart wasn’t easy.

“I do. This hasn’t been a nice holiday for me you know?”

He sighed, knowing that yet again he’d said the wrong thing. This time though, he didn’t rebut instantly (which surprised you), instead his response was more measured and calculated.

“I am so sorry. And of course, I know because I was the one that hurt you too. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that.” You nodded but given this conversation was happening through a door Tom didn’t see your gentle agreement - opting to fill the silence.

“I um… I’m not good at this whole um… speaking my feelings. But I’ve hated myself ever since I picked that fight with you. It was stupid and uh it-it was all my fault. I’m so so sorry for hurting you.”

“‘Why?” You tried to ask, except the words were stuck in your throat, making you have to clear it before asking again. “Why did you say it?”

“To get a rise out of you. It’s stupid and petty and fucking-fucking dumb. I said it not because I’ve ever thought it, I never ever have, but I knew it’d hurt you. I was preying on your insecurities because I was angry at the world and that was so unfair. “

“No shit.”

Silence reigned as you fiddled with your fingers - specifically with the promise ring he’d bought you a year ago.

“You-you think you could ever forgive me?”

“Thats the annoying part. I want to hate you because you literally stabbed me then twisted the knife but… but all I’ve done this week is miss you. Even when I saw Haz or Harry or Tuwaine. I just fucking missed you.”

“Can you open the door please love?”

Clumsily you scrubbed the tear tracks off your face, scrabbling to your feet so you could thrust open the doors. Because you might still be bloody pissed at him, but at the same time - you needed your Tom. Thrusting the door open, the first thing you registered was being pressed into Tom’s chest. His arms slinked around your waist and held him tight, which you reciprocated, squeezing tightly round his neck. Your senses were all being assaulted by one thing and one thing only. Tom.

He smelt like usual, except maybe the slightest bit stronger than usual - you figured he hadn’t showered in a day or two or bothered with cologne. The top of your forehead was pressed up against his chin, and as he readjusted his grip on you, you felt the scratchy feeling of his unshaven stubble. He kept whispering apologies against the top of your head, almost desperate and religiously.

Arching back, you brought both hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his glassy brown. eyes, which looked so lost and confused.

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course-“

“I’m still angry but I’m going to kiss you okay?”

Safe to say Tom didn’t require a verbal response, taking it upon himself to nudge his lips against yours, yet waiting for you to initiate the kiss. And that you did, everything else about this godforsaken week and a half. His index finger traced the angle of your jaw, whilst he held your lower back tight, pressing himself as close as physically possible to you. Needing you.

Eventually arching back, your thumb ran over his deep and sunken under-eyes, which added so much age to his face.

“You look tired Tommy.”

“Can’t sleep without you telling me goodnight.” That was another tradition you had had. Even when he was away, you’d even set an alarm for whatever bedtime was for the other across the world. Just so you could send a little message or voice not saying goodnight. Was it cringey? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

But since you’d been away all the evening wishes were absent from you. Which hurt Tom more than you may ever know.

“I know you’re still angry but will you please come home to me? I need you to be the last thing I hear at night and the first thing in the morning.”

would love to hear any feedback <333 (but think this is a bit of a shitter so im sorry!!!)

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[birdsthatsingaftermidnight]

"Indian Ocean, Present Day 1986"

That's right!  We're watching Top Gun! And we still think we're hilarious!

What on earth is he doing with a polaroid camera in the cockpit?!

"Do I have permission to engage?" "Negative! Do not engage - don't start World War 3 until they start World War 3 first!"

"Goddammit, Maverick! Cougar, MILF, Yummy Mummy, and Oldy But Goldy have all washed out; I'm having to send you two clowns to Top Gun."

"Oh my god! I've seen more incontinence pad adverts in this one break-! What are they saying about watchers of Top Gun?"

"They're really taking the piss!"

Honestly, if a bloke hit on me at the pub and got shot down then followed me into the lady's loos I'd have maced him, kicked him in the balls, and then run away. And then, when I got to work the next day someone would be having to go to sexual harassment training courses if they wanted to stay at Top Gun.

But first, it's time for some homoerotic undertoned, glistening-in-the-sun, muscles-oiled, volleyball. Did I say undertones? I mean tones. Just tones.

Nothing about Maverick points to anything other than a petulant man-child who gets pissy after being told he was wrong by the woman he's interested in who told him NOT FIVE MINUTES AGO that she had a job to do. AND THEN SHE KISSES HIM.

<seething feminist outrage>

"Maverick, it's not your flying, it's your attitude." ICE MAN IS 100% RIGHT!

Alright, so Goose dying is genuinely upsetting. All the more so since one of the stunt pilots, Art Scholl, died when his plane went into a flat spin and hit the Pacific Ocean. His body and aeroplane were never recovered. And now we go back to your regularly scheduled lunacy.

Goose-substitute RIO - yelling at your traumatised pilot is a really poor way of motivating him. Just saying.

Viper: "Maverick, you were going to be assigned a RIO but no-one wants to fly with you so we're just going to prop what's left of Goose up behind you."

Engineer to another Engineer: "I don't know why he's so upset. We washed the blood off the canopy and look - you can hardly see the crack where Goose's skull hit it after we covered it with gaffa tape."

[Later still, in the air]

Maverick: "Okay, okay. I can do this."

Goose (whispering): "You kiiiiiiilled meeee...."

[cuts to other F14]

Wolf Man: Why is Maverick screaming?

[in Maverick's F14]

Goose (sinister dead man whisper): "Fly iiiinto hiiiiim. Ram hiiiim! Iiit's the only waaaay."

[Maverick flies under MiG, panics, pops canopy, and fires Zombie Goose into MiG]

[Cuts to view from MiG cockpit]

MiG Pilot 1 (in Russian): "Why is Boris screaming?"

[Zombie Goose claws at cockpit]

MiG Pilot 2 (in Russian): "Vassily! Show him you're cross!"

MiG Pilot 3, the one with a dead, animated Goose on his cockpit (in Russian): "Get the FUCK off my canopy!"

[MiG pilots are a bit distracted. Baddies are blown up. Maverick somehow hero of the piece. Zombie Goose gets no credit, but can't be found anyway. Ice Man blew him up with the MiG]

Maverick has found closure. He symbolises this by chucking Goose's dog tags into the sea. Instead of, say, giving this incredibly personal and significant thing to, I dunno, Goose's wife or son. Maverick is still a dick.

[Righteous Brothers are giving it their all via Jukebox]

Righteous Brothers: "So baybeeee! BAYYYBEEE! BAYYYBEEEE! Bring it on back! BRING IT ONNN BAACK!"

Charlie, the love interest: "You're back!"

Maverick: "Yep, turns out all it takes to get over accidentally killing your best friend, suffering some sort of trauma related stress, then firing his diabolically reanimated corpse at a MiG is killing some more people."

Charlie, the love interest: "Excellent. Let's go have sex."

Maverick: "Cool."

Righteous Brothers: "Bring back that loving feeling, wooh oh, THAT LOVING FEEEEEEELIIIIING!"

[fade to black. Aeroplanes do cool things. Righteous Brothers continue to wail]

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳the search party ❦

in which there is much one-sided pining after a mystery girl saves fred weasley in the battle of hogwarts. the reader helps him search for her but what fred doesn't know is the girl is y/n l/n, his flatmate.

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ±1.6k

tw: mentions of the war

ft. the reader's very good acting skills

and all the pieces fall

right into place

the search party

the last thing fred remembered of the girl who held the wall up was her gaze. under the dimness of the world around them, he could tell she was on a mission. her eyes were cold and determined. her ponytail had swerved violently and that was the last time he ever saw her. or so he thought.

he didn't know that the very girl sat opposite to him, munching happily on icecream with a satisfied smile on her face, curiously drinking in the very familiar view of hogsmeade.

y/n l/n kept two secrets from him. the first was the massive crush she had had on him ever since he had left to open the joke shop, and the second, well, it was that she was the girl he had claimed that had saved him.

she had listened to his tales of pining after the girl with a bittersweet mood. he'd probably lose all romantic feelings when he discovered that the girl was her. if she was anyone else but her, she'd find herself very unpleasant.

he had suggested that they go on a trip to hogsmeade one sunday to possibly find the girl. with a little hesitation, she'd agreed.

for the most part, playing clueless was easy, especially when you knew everything he didn't.

there was just one problem. he only knew her by her gaze. y/n scoffed quietly to herself. fred was probably the most dreamy out of the both of them, surprisingly, considering y/n's terribly romantic thoughts that she had conjured from her lifetime of watching her friends absolutely fall in love with people.

☆

they watch the people that pass with a sort of hidden interest.

y/n doesn't even bother trying to find the girl, instead observing every passerbyer with interest, analysing them quickly.

"d'ya think she's here or maybe in london?"

y/n shrugs, "anything's possible in a world of people. if it's fate, it'll happen."

"none of these people have the look in their eyes!"

"well that look did happen in the war, so it must've been a special type of condition that caused her to have the gaze," y/n offers.

"yeah, i think so."

they fall back into a comfortable silence.

fred now has a sneaking suspicion that y/n knows who it might be. right now, she's wearing sunglasses though. he can't tell anything.

"she's got the same sort of hair," fred nods his head in the way of a girl with her hair up.

y/n nods, "wanna approach her?"

"nah, she's looking over here."

"quick, avert your gaze subtly."

"okay, okay. i don't see why though. is my gaze not smouldering enough?"

y/n laughs, "it's creepy for sure."

"you wound me."

"truth hurts, freddie."

they watch as the girl watches them with narrowed eyes.

"that's definitely not her. she had pretty eyes," fred ponders.

"maybe you could post a note of some sort on the joke shop?" y/n jokes, "girl wanted, strong gaze, ponytail, saved me in the war?"

she laughs at his disgruntled expression as he folds his arms.

"maybe i should."

y/n bursts out laughing again, "i was joking!"

"i wasn't!"

she shakes her head, "suit yourself."

"why, i do have a suit!"

"it's an expression, dummy."

"how am i supposed to know?"

"you just do!"

"extremely helpful."

"that i am, mister."

this type of playful banter continues into the night, as they occasionally walk up to strangers to check their 'gaze'.

the search is unsuccessful, and soon y/n needs to get to her job at flourish and botts, where she works as the manager on the nights of weekdays, whilst she works as head of magical wellbeing at the ministry from monday to saturday.

"hi mister boris!" she says as she fiddles with an apron, open up the cash register and sorting the new stock.

"bonjour y/n," he says distractedly, frantically searching for something, "have you by la chance seen the book of french for wizards?"

y/n nods, immediately climbing a different shelf and hands him the leather bound cover.

"this is why i hired you. excellent."

"you hired me because i could find books...?"

"you were in here too much tes jours d'école."

"it's a nice place," she gives him a small smile.

"ahh, the weasley boy from just down the road, he came up to me and asked me if i knew of a girl with a ponytail, and when angry, has the prettiest eyes. say, it does sound like you, oui?"

"non," she answers in an easy manner, "not at all."

"and how come, mademoiselle?"

"it is not."

"well i do hear angeliqua johnson saying something, oui, what was it? sauveuse, perhaps that is like tu?"

she laughs, "you got me. angie's right. i dunno how she knows though."

"so it is you! comme c'est excitant! how exciting!"

"not really, boris."

"how so?"

"he's looking for her! imagine how disappointed he'll be when he finds out she's me!"

"eh?"

"it's half true, i guess. it's not exciting, but the story's very well real."

"i n’y a pas de verités moyennes. there are no half truths, mademoiselle."

"very sophisticated, boris." y/n rolls her eyes and continues to dust the shelves.

at the end of her shift, it's almost 10p.m.

she closes up and is surprised to find it's raining.

smiling to herself, she walks in the rain happily, enjoying the beautiful ambience of hogsmeade in night rain.

a tap on her shoulder brings her out of her thoughts. she stands face to face with cormac mclaggen.

unbeknownst to her, fred stands watching the exchange.

"hello, mclaggen."

"nice night, isn't it, darling?"

y/n sighs, "what do you want?"

"i want your company."

"no, goodbye. come to chase another girl who won't give you what you want?"

he scoffs, "i get all that i want. every single girl."

"get out of my face mclaggen," her tone is dangerous and hard. fred can tell she isn't angry just yet.

"as soon as you accept my date request."

"the first words you spoke to me, mclaggen, was 'you are a miserable beauty'. what makes you think i'll ever accept?"

"well just look at you, all pretty and vanilla-"

"get out of my way," she snaps, "all pretty and vanilla is out of your league."

fred watches as her eyes turn cold and furious, before she turns away with a swish of her ponytail, sparing one last cold glance at cormac and walks quickly away.

he's struck with realisation. he's seen that expression before. he's seen the hair before. those pretty eyes that gleam ominously. it's the girl. she's the girl. suddenly everything comes into place.

he doesn't know how or why or when exactly.

all he knows is that he loves y/n. and she's the one he's been looking for after all.

he runs after her. "y/n!"

"mclaggen just get out!" she turns to face him with those eyes, and that hair.

her eyes soften at the sight of him. they turn a bit lighter.

"oh, hi freddie."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"what?" y/n fiddles with her jumper hem. he can't know, can he?

"that all this time, we've been searching for you!"

she looks dismayed, "uh huh. yeap."

"why did you keep it secret?"

"i did think of telling you, but y'know, i played it out all in my head, and you seemed very excited and all, i didn't want to ruin it by just telling you this magnificent love story," she put quotation marks, "was with me. if i were you, i'd be disappointed, so i just let you go on with the nice fantasy. and whilst i'm spilling all my secrets i might as well get it all out. i like you maybe more than i should. and so it would hurt twice as much if you reacted badly to it and, and-"

she's cut off by a kiss on her lips.

her eyes widen. when they both pull out of the kiss, he chuckles at how surprised she is.

"what?"

"i like you too."

"so you're not mad?"

"no, just never keep a secret from me again."

"okay."

"and you need to promise me something."

"what is it?"

"that you'll be my girlfriend."

she smiles, "okay."

"that's it?"

"yup. okay."

she's grinning as she places a kiss on his nose, having to balance on her tiptoes to reach him. he blushes.

"and thank you."

"for?"

"saving me, loving me."

"always, freddie."

[sapphire-strikes]

I love the way you write Pabit!!! He's such a cute little thing, and the thing you wrote about him liking to be cuddled like a teddy bear made my heart melt. I don't really know what specifically to ask for, but just more fluff about Pabit and him worrying about FK would be lovely <3

This is short and sweet, but I hope you enjoy!

~

Yooo hooo!"

"It is time to wake up!" The deep voice sing-songed and a small groan left your throat as your tired eyelids opened.

"Hello!" Not three inches from your face loomed the way too happy at this hour smile of Boris who stood at your bedside and you flinched, nearly uppercutting him as you pulled your blanket up to your face in surprise. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." He cooed, flawlessly leaning back and dodging your arm before leaning back down over you, but not nearly as close this time.

As your sense came to you, you lowered your guard, pulling your blanket back down and letting your arms fall to your sides as you relaxed.

"Good morning, Boris...." You mumbled, eyes going closed again.

"Good morning to you too!" You cringed at his volume, reflexively rolling over. He didn't seem to mind however and continued. "It is just about time to get up, you know!"

"Isn't it...Saturday?"

"Correct! I see your wits are already returning to you then." He nodded enthusiastically. "That ees why we all got to sleep in, quite refreshing wasn't it? It is nearly 9am and I'm still in my pajamas, what a crazy day it is already!"

"Uhh hu...." You weren't nearly awake enough to deal with his level of enthusiasm, but you couldn't bring yourself to ignore him, suppressing a tired laugh of exasperation.

"I'm going to go wake up Kamal, but I'll be back to check on you once I'm done, so do your best to shake off the sandman until I get back; you do not want your breakfast to get cold!"

"Mmhmm sure...." Your reply was near inaudible and while you were pretty sure he was still speaking, the sweet grip of sleep kept you from paying attention any longer.

Then in your second scare of the morning, your mattress bounced as something was set down in front of you and you lifted your head from the pillow to make eye contact with a familiar green puppet.

"Heeyo!" Different this time, however, he didn't sit on the arm of his maker, instead sitting in front of you beside your pillow on his own. The little doppelganger greeted you happily with a wave and you managed to turn back to Boris questioningly.

"You seem a little groggy, so I'm leaving Pabit here to help you wake up while I go get Kamal!" Boris smiled then nodded at Pabit and the little guy responded with a nod in return. "You two start getting ready now!" He remarked again as he practically skipped out of the room. "Oh, Kamal!~" You heard him yell as he shut the door behind himself and headed down the hall.

You kept your head up long enough to see him off, a long sigh leaving your mouth once he had shut the door and you flopped back down face-first onto your pillow. At least you'd have a few more minutes of rest until he came back.

"Nu-uh, eEts tyime 2 geet Up!" Oh yeah, you almost forgot.... Opening your eyes halfway, you faced Pabit with a deadpan expression, face still squished against your pillow.

He stood with a proud look on his little felt face, arms crossed as he bounced right up to your face. "Wise and SHyne!" He announced proudly, reaching out to cup your cheeks and press his forehead against yours. "OPen those peaPers!"

This commotion had gone on for long enough that you were finally starting to wake up, if only a little, leaving you a little disgruntled. "Whut's thyat look 4? It's thyme to get uP! Nyo butTs about it! W-wait wHat doo U think yor doin?!

After a few minutes, Boris returned with a knock on your door, "Just coming back to check on you! Are you decent?" He asked, not stepping in right away in case you were in the middle of getting ready. After a second with no response, he knocked once more pressing his ear to the door and his expression falling to a pout when he only heard a groggy hum in response. "I am coming in! I guess you are giving even Pabit some trouble!" Stepping inside, he placed his hands firmly on his hips. "Come, Pabit, I'm sure if we work together we can get this sleepyhead-... Wha?! Pabit?!" Boris gasped in surprise when he spotted the two of you, immediately crossing his arms in disappointment. "Pabit, I do not think you understood the assignment..."

You were once again fast asleep, out like a light and cozier than ever, this time with Pabit snuggled to your chest. Head peeking up from under the blanket, the puppet himself looked all too happy. A wide, satisfied smile spread across his face and his eyes were closed in delight as a small blush rested contentedly on his cheeks. "Change in directive, bub." He responded, winking one eye open to look at his maker with a cheeky grin.

With a small roll of his eyes, Boris stepped up to the side of your bed, resting his hands on his hips once more and looking expectantly down at Pabit. "Come now, you had your fun, let the four of us go get breakfast."

"Hmmm..." Pabit hummed, glancing back at you and them back to Boris. "Nyope! We're gOod heaR!" He said, wrapping his little arms around your forearm holding him to your chest. "Lettin 'em catch up on sum zeezs!"

"Pabit."

"Nyope!"

"Pabit..."

"Nyope! I'm Sleepin' , can't here U!"

This little back and forth went on for a while until Boris finally stepped forward. "Very well, I will have to wake them myself." Boris relented, reaching forward to shake you awake but pulled his hand back as if he had touched a hot stove when of all things, Pabit let out a defensive hiss, his felt pupils going thin for split second as well as he glared at Boris' hand. It was awkward and silly-sounding like he was mimicking something he saw on TV, but it certainly caught Boris off guard enough to make him back off in surprise.

"Pabit?!" Boris questioned indignity, glaring at the puppet in alarm. Pabit's cheeky grin returned immediately, sticking his tongue out and blowing a raspberry at him, only making Boris grumpier at the puppet's continued defiance. "Pabit, this is no way to act! You may like the attention, but it is time to get up, Kamal is waiting for us at the table!"

"Jellyous?" Pabit questioned, his eyes narrowing mischievously and Boris rolled his own again.

"I'll have you know I can shnuggle them whenever I want, thank you very much!" After all this time you finally stirred, probably at the increase in volume of their silly argument, and Pabit's smirk fell instantly, instead turning to a look of concern as he reached up to readjust your blanket, pulling it over your shoulder after your movement had disturbed it. At that moment it seemed like they were both holding their breaths until you settled back down but Pabit's sad expression remained and Boris' own softened when he noticed how the puppet looked sadly at the faint dark still under your eyes.

"Mmmm..." He hummed to himself and his smile returned. With a gentle nod, Boris turned towards your door and began making his way back out to the kitchen. Your presence would be missed at breakfast, but he knew if Pabit vouched for you to stay in bed, you'd probably be missing the sleep you lost more. "You two can catch up on some resties. Please tell them breakfast will be in the fridge when they wake up, okee?" Perking right back up, Pabit turned to him in delight.

"Will-" He cut himself off, speaking much more quietly as to not disturb you again. "Will doo!" Pabit whispered, settling himself back down under your blanket as your sleeping form resumed it's hold on him right away, bringing that all too content smile back to his little face as well.

[movieexpert1978]

Animal Instinct

well here’s another little story. Featuring Boris this time. A little venting here in this one. I’m just going to stick with my oc Elisa for this one and it helped me write it faster. 

Just want to say thanks again to @illiana-mystery       and @curbitkirby​  for their support. 

This is mostly fluff and comfort here with some silly cats too. Also a little bit of domestic abuse here with swearing. 

Elisa sighed as she got home from work. She wasn't exactly looking forward to the weekend. She wished she had put in for overtime instead at work. She trudged towards the door and heard a familiar meow. She saw little Fred coming over and purring as he rubbed against her leg.

"Hey Fred. You should go home it's late." She smiled tiredly. Fred was a little black and white cat that liked to cause trouble. She came home from work one night and she him. She thought he was lost so she ended up taking him back to his home. Apparently he belonged to Boris Plots, a local mortician. That was how she met Boris as he came to the door in his robe and tired eyes.

"I found your cat." She said hesitantly.

"Oh sorry, Fred, are you causing trouble again?" Boris laughed as he set the cat down. He sat there and looked at the two almost a little too smug. "He's an outside cat. I have a little door for him right here." Boris said, tapping on the door with his foot.

"Oh! I'm so sorry to wake you up!" She said embarrassed.

"No, it's alright. You must be able indoor cat owner."

"Yeah, got a black cat named Salem at home." She nods.

"Lovely, oh sorry, but I'm Boris Plots." He said holding out his hand.

"Elisa Prime." She smiled as they shook hands.

"Nightowl eh?"

"Yeah, plus I just got home from work. I work at a factory." She explained.

"That's amazing!" He gasped excitedly.

"Thank you." She blushed.

"Meow!" Fred suddenly speaks up. He's rubbing against her leg again.

"Well, sorry to bother you have a good night."

"Don't worry, thank you. Goodnight." He smiles and grabs Fred. "Didn't I tell you to stop scaring concerned pet owners?" Boris huffs at Fred before going back to bed. Fred still made his late night visits. Elisa gave him some treats before going inside to feed her own cat. She sighed as she sat down and had a drink. Her boyfriend was coming over tomorrow night for dinner. He was a car mechanic and didn't seem to approve of her independence. It never failed to aggravate her. Hell, sometimes trying to figure out finger was like pulling teeth with him. He didn't like to cook for her, but she was always expected to cook for him. It felt like she was being treated like a stupid house wife. She didn't want to think about it anymore so she changed and went to bed.

Xxxxxxx

She wasn't surprised to run into Boris while she was grocery shopping. He was a good man and so cute. Of course they met at the pet food section.

"Hi Boris." She waved.

"Oh hi Elisa!" He smiled. "How's Salem?"

"Doing well. I saw Fred last night."

"Im shocked." He playfully huffs. She grabbed a bunch of the pate canned food, while Boris grabbed a variety.

"You're lucky. Salem will only eat pates. I don't know why. He's a picky cat." She grumbles.

"Wow, that is odd." Boris said curiously. "Busy tonight?"

"Yeah, boyfriend is coming over."

"You don’t sound happy about it." He says concerned.

"He's just been aggravating lately." She answers.

"I’m sorry to hear that." He says sincerely.

"Thank you Boris." She smiles. "What about you?"

"Just me and the cat I'm afraid. He chuckles

"Well any girl would be lucky to have you." She says encouragingly making Boris blush. In truth he cared for Elisa. He could see the sadness in her eyes and it broke his heart. She deserved to be happy and so much more. A buzzing sounded and Elisa's phone went off, bringing Boris back from his thoughts. It must have not been a good message as she's frowning. "Sorry, got to go, his majesty calls." She says rolling her eyes.

"Good luck." Boris nods.

Xxxxxx

Dinner wasn't much fun. Right away her boyfriend complained how dinner wasn't ready.

"I’m sorry, the meat took longer than I thought to cook." She says.

"Hello cat." He says. He reached out to pet Salem and the cat hissed and ran away into Elisa's bedroom. "Shit head."

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Elisa protests.

"He does that every time. You should get rid of him."

"I’m not getting rid of Salem. He probably just doesn't like the cigarette smell on you." She explains.

"Where's my beer?"

"In the fridge." She huffs. He grumbles as he has to get it while she's getting the food in order.

"Done yet?"

"Almost." She answers. She takes the meat out of the overnight and grabs some plates. He takes one from her and grabs a steak with a big helping of potatoes, not leaving her much. She's glad she made herself some rice too. Just as she sets her plate on the table he starts again.

"Hey, can you get me some A1 sauce and a knife?" She nearly glares at him but doesn't argue. Once she sits down he starts talking about his work day. He seems irritated that he doesn't comment. "What, am I boring you?" He snaps.

"Actually yes you are. I don't want to be in this relationship anymore." She stated.

"Oh come on babe, don't be like that."

“No! I mean it! You’re not going to treat me like some house wife that’s supposed to do your bidding.” She snaps.

“Well you shouldn’t be in a factory anyway. You’re too small and a man could do it better.” He smirks. He has that look that says he’s been wanting to say that for a while now.

“Get out! Just get out!” She shouts.

“Ha, what a joke. Your food is horrible too you bitch!” He huffs. Salem comes out and hisses at him again. “Fuck off you piece of shit!” He says and goes to kick him.

“No!” Elisa cries out. He ends up kicking her thigh as she blocks him and she shouts in pain before he leaves. Elisa groans, clutching her leg. Salem meows in worry. “I’m sorry buddy. I should have listened to you.” She sighs tiredly. She’s in too much pain to get up. Her shaky hands find her phone and she dials a number.

“Plots.” Boris answers.

“Boris…can you help me?” She whimpers.

“Elisa! Oh my god what happened?!” He gasps.

“Can you help me?

“Of course! Where are you? Are you home?”

“Yeah…” She gave him her address and he was over in a flash with a first aid kit. He gasps when he sees her. He easily picks her up and carries her to her bed.

“Where does it hurt?” He asks looking around. She points to her thigh. As respectfully as he can he pushes her shorts up and a big bruise is already forming that is black and blue. “Ice pack…ice pack.” He searches his kit and finds the packet. He crunches it and it turns cold. “Here.” He puts it on her skin gently, but she still flinches.

“Thanks.” She grimaces. She looks at him sadly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call.” She whispers as she starts to cry.

“No, no, Elisa don’t cry. Don’t cry.” He pleads gently wiping her eyes.

“My…now ex he…he went to go kick Salem and I got in front of him and he got me instead.” She explains.

“Where is he? I’ll kill him!” Boris snarls looking around.

“He left.”

“Well tomorrow I’m going to take you to the police station and help you file charges.”

“I don’t know…”

“Elisa, he assaulted you. You’re going to need an x-ray too.” He insists.

“I guess.” She shrugs weakly.

“I’ll help you through it.” He smiles.

“Thank you Boris.” Salem comes up and starts purring and rubbing on Boris immediately.

“You must be Salem.” He says and pets the cat. He gets a blanket on her and sees the food still on the table. He heats it up and even cuts up Elisa’s steak to help her.

“Boris you didn’t have to do that but thank you.” She says as she takes the plate. “You can have the other plate if you want.” She adds.

“Thank you.” He nods. When he comes back into the room she pats the other side of the bed for him to get on. They eat quietly with Salem sitting at their feet. “This is delicious. Everything is perfect….the plate I mean.” He blushes.

“Thank you Boris. Do you think it’s wrong for me to work at a factory?”

“Absolutely not! You can do whatever you want.” He says encouragingly. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“I honestly didn’t want to be in charge of the funeral home. I’ve always wanted to be a ballroom dancer.” He admits.

“Boris that sounds amazing!”

“You really think so?”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re the best. Could you dance for me?”

“Well…I…I…” He stutters and blushes.

“Please, just a little?” She says batting her eyelashes.

“Alright, just for you.” He says getting up. He carefully picks up Salem and starts to dance. Elisa cheers and claps as she can’t get enough of it. He puts Salem back down on the bed and he lays down and purrs some more.

“You’re a lovely dancer!” She says proudly. “When my leg feels better I think I’ll owe you a dance.” She suggests.

“You sure?” He asks inching closer.

“I’m not a good dancer, but I’d love to dance with you Boris.” She smiles.

“That’s very kind of you.” She reaches out and touches his face. His cheek feels warm. She leans in too and they’re kissing. Boris is gently as he caresses her. She hums softly inviting him in and Boris gasps. He feels soft, warm, and safe. She smells a hint of cologne on him. He pulls away gently and looks at her. She smiles at him. “Is this ok?” He asks hesitantly.

“It’s perfect.”

“Meow!” Salem speaks up making the two laugh.

“Yes I know. You can say I told you so.” She says as she pets the cat. “Could you stay for a while please? I’m scared to be alone.”

“I’ll stay as long as I can love.”  

[beygrade]

Reconditioning

A little Borlina fic for @evallina inspired by this post

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Bryan rose out of his chair and whirled around. His brows rose as he glanced at the girl perched on the floor. She was bent over something, a screwdriver in hand. Her long, blue hair fell around in her in waves; obscuring much of her face and whatever she held in her hands.

“What the hell are you doing in my room, Evallina?” Boris asked.

She looked up at him and smiled. Boris’ frown deepened.

“Oh, you’re up early, Borya,” she said, her smile stretching wider. “Good morning.”

“It would have been a good morning if I hadn’t started my day by running into you,” Boris muttered. “Answer the question and get lost.”

Evallina rose to her feet and sighed. “There’s no need to be such a jerk, you know. I was trying to help.”

Boris’ brows rose. “Trespassing isn't helpful. ”

Boris noticed Evallina held a Beyblade alongside the screwdriver. Not any Beyblade either- Falborg. Boris’ eyes narrowed as she held Falborg up for him to see. The attack ring had been polished; the weight disc replaced. Falborg's bit-chip looked better than ever. It looked like the work of a master mechanic. Had she done this to his blade?

Her fingers, soft as flower petals, brushed his, as she dropped Falborg into his palm. She said, “You seemed to have a little trouble fixing Falborg, so I thought I’d lend you a hand. Why don’t you try it?”

Boris glanced at his Beyblade a moment longer, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The practice match had left devastating damage on his Beyblade, true, but it wasn’t as though he’d asked her for favours. Evallina may be a beyblader, but every Beyblade was different. What did she know about Falborg? Why the hell had she made changes to his Beyblade without asking him first? For all he knew, his newly fixed Beyblade may not suit his battle style at all. Fantastic, he thought, scowling again.

All the same, Boris reached for his launcher. Maybe if he tested out Evalina’s new design, she’d leave him alone. With that thought in mind, he launched Falborg onto the floor. The steadiness with which the blade balanced on the floor startled him. As Falborg raced through the room, Boris couldn’t help but note the rise in the speed. Deadly precision overlayed every move his Beyblade made, and Boris withdrew it hastily. With attacks like that, Falborg could damage the furniture and leave scratch marks all over the marble floor.

Boris looked down at Falborg. He hadn’t expected his blade to be in a such a good condition after the repair. Whatever reservations he’d had about his Beyblade not suiting his battle style vanished. Falborg was in a better state than before his match against Yuriy, and somehow, in better sync with Boris himself. How had Evallina repaired it so well? Why had she done it, anyway? Boris had never been nice to her, and she’d had zero reasons to do him any favours. Boris didn’t understand what drove her, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed.

“Do you like it?” Evallina blurted, jolting Boris out of his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Boris said. “I entrust Falborg to you.”

Too late, Boris realised he’d spoken the words out loud. He stifled a curse. He hadn’t meant to say it so bluntly. Hell, he hadn’t meant to say it at all. But he couldn’t bring himself to take the words back, as Evallina grinned. He found himself staring into her eyes, at the undiluted joy on her face. Her eyes were shining, her full lips stretched into a smile. The colour rose to her cheeks, and Boris averted his gaze, ignoring the sudden racing in his heart. At that moment, she looked so impossibly bright, so…beautiful. Had she always looked like this? Boris cut the chain of thought short. He was making an observation, that was all. It might sound like a love confession, but it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. The lack of conviction behind the thought was unsettling, but Boris didn’t want to dwell on this anymore.

“I’ll do my best,” Evallina said in return, her smile as luminous as the stars.