#ask freck

[frecktheheck]

Swag ✨

[wildglitch]

Can we happen to have more Billy Batson and Hazbin hotel pls

Aw heck, you just reminded me of another ask that Tumblr isnt leting me see- Its fine since its the same question so 2 in 1

~Flashback to when Billy was first chosen~

Zeus: Lucifer!

Leaving: Hmm? Oh Zeus. I get that you dont like your wife but that dosent mean every other guys is going to go party with you whenever she's away.

Zeus: I what? No, its, What!? No, I came here to introduce the new champion of magic to the lords of Hell.

Lucifer: *PTSD Flashback to Black Adam*

Lucifer: Oh Heck No! Introduce them to the sins, Im not dealing with another psycophatic-

Zeus: *Plops Billy onto Lucifers lap*

Lucy: ...*rigged and nervouse*

Billy: ...*frecking out inside*

Lucy: ... *pats his head*

Billy: ... :)

Lucy: ...

Zues: Lucifer?

Lucifer: *Sniff* I think he just restored my faith in humanity-

[flimflamfandom]

The Love song of Rocky Rickaby

A Vignette, wherein Rocky meets a girl. (Specifically Ari from @ladybugkisses )

WARNING for corny poetry and slightly sad Rocky.

-

"Calvin? Caaaaaaaalviiiiiin? Freckle? Cal? Freck? Mr. McMurray? Sideburns McBigEye-" Rocky's incessant knocking on the door of the apartment was answered by a slightly annoyed looking Calvin.

"Aye?"

"Calvin!" Rocky gripped his shoudlers. "I need your help - I met a girl!"

Calvin rolled his eyes. Third one this month, he thought.

"...What do you want Me for, then?" Calvin asked.

Rocky let himself into Calvin's new apartment. "You're a fanciful writer type, right, Calvin?"

"Well, I mean, I've...written before, but-"

"Perfect!" Rocky sat down by the typewriter and looked over. "I need your help writing to her."

"...this is rich," Calvin rolled his eyes, walking over. "You're the one who makes poems, aren't you?"

"Oh, sure, sure, but those are about...places, and things! But you...I've seen your letters to Ivy!"

"You've WHA-"

"And I know you're an incredibly romantic man! Please, Calvin, this time it's different, I know I need to woo her with romance instead of my usual rogueish charms! Pleas, I BEG OF YO-"

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine." Calvin sat down at the typewriter. Rocky was a bit...fast and loose with women. Never a creep, never unclear about his intentions, but always a one night sort of man - Calvin figured this would be no different.

"Oh, thank you! How will I ever repay you?"

"Don't...don't worry about it." Calvin quickly hid some papers on his desk. "So, this girl...what's she like?"

"...uhm..." Rocky blinked. He sat down for a moment. "I...well, she...uhm..."

Calvin blinked a few times. "...go on?"

"...she's...a lady...and...has...fur?"

Calvin stared for a moment. "You're sure you met her? Because it doesn't sound that way."

"I know, I know, I just...she's hard to describe! You can't always have words for Ivy, can you?"

"I could tell you what color her fur is."

"Oh, good, Zib and I have a disagreement about this, is it gray or-"

"Rocky. The love...letter? Poem? Song?"

"Poem! That I can turn into a song~!" Rocky winked and nudged his brother, then went back to looking a bit...afraid of something. He sighed. Calvin cocked his head to one side.

"Rocky...you need to help me here if I'm going to write something." Calvin stood, and walked towards the kitchen. He started to get some tea going, and looked over. "Now, tell me the very basics."

"Red fur." Rocky said. "Sort of. And these big eyes, I...I couldn't guess the color. And she had such a cute dress, and-" He blinked. "I...well. I, uh...I'm sure you get the idea. right?"

"Tell me about how she is." Calvin came back, waiting for the kettle to whistle. He sat by the typewriter, and began to take notes.

"...how?"

"Aye, how. Who. What. She's not just fur and eyes, is she?"

"No, no, of course not!" Rocky said. "She was...kind. And nice. And she was...well when she looked at me, she smiled. I nearly ran her over coming out of the café, and we didn't see each other long, but-" Rocky cleared his throat. "...is this...enough to go off of?"

"...Rocky, I think you might be more intimidated by her than in love."

"What? You're crazy! Bonkers! Wacko! Insane! I'd never be scared of someone so....so..." Rocky fought for a word, but didn't find it. Calvin nodded.

"You're clearly at least a little nervous about this. That's normal! A lot's on the line, and all." Calvin said.

"Oh, I know, but...this is just a girl. Really, all it is! And while I'm, infatuated now, and in need of your expertise, I'm sure it'll wear off eventually, as is so oft the case in this modern age!" Rocky winked, with a sense of denial that was painfully obvious to Calvin.

Calvin merely rolled his eyes.

"Rocky, if you're just attracted to her, then go ahead and ask her yerself, you don't need a love poem for this sort of thing, let alone a song."

"You're right." Rocky said. "I mean, so what if she was pretty? There's pretty girls! All over the place! Sure, I mean, none has ever made me...want to settle in, but-"

There was a pause.

"I mena really, what was I thinking? A love letter? Why, all i need to do here is find a good night with her! I would LOATHE the idea of...of waking up to her in the morning, and-" Rocky's ears drooped, "and...nestling into her as she slept." Rocky sighed. "I've never, EVER felt any affection like that - why start now? Why now turn from my lustful ways to wanting to hold her in my arms as she looks into my eyes, and...and to see, to really see what she's thinking?" His tail drooped. "And honestly, I doubt there's any woman on the face of the EARTH who could make me want to keep her safe...to kill for her, to die for her, but also to live for her, and to see things and learn things and love things I've never...loved before...oh, god, Calvin, I-" Rocky tearfully looked over to Calvin, who was hastily scribbling things down. Rocky spoke, through a choked voice.

"I'm...I've never been in love...that must be why I couldn't think of anything to..."

Calvin looked up, and smiled. "It hits you late, aye?"

"Sure, sure...did...did you get anything from that?"

"...I caught a bit." Calvin handed him something. "You can make changes if you'd like."

"...Aces."

-

It was late at night, in an apartment building in St. Louis. And a girl heard something against her window. It sounded like a pebble...annoyed, she looked out, and saw-

"...Rocky, right?" She asked. The two had talked a while, outside the café. She remembered his name. His colossal eyes, his soft smile...

He was just standing there. He cleared his throat, and took out a piece of paper. He'd foregone the song bit...but what is a poem but a song?

"...as..." Rocky cleared his throat, "As a shearwater over the sea, I too have been to many shores...but as the noble bird does, so to have I chosen one to rest on evermore."

He was different than he normally was - shaky, and nervous. He'd never tried to be this...sincere before, about ANYthing.

"Indeed, as astronomers plot the stars, my gaze has laid on many lights, but-" He sputtered, "but...as if transfixed by a celestial glow, only one star remains in my...ehm...mind? No, that doesn't rhyme, I-"

"Sights."

"Sights?" Rocky looked up at the girl. She was smiling.

"You meant to say sights. Rhymes with lights?"

Rocky smiled, too. He looked up, and perked his ears, throwing the page away. "I cannot tell a lie to you, I've had my share of loving guests, but none so lovely as you, who makes me want to build a-"

"Nest?"

"Is it that predictable?" Rocky knew he shouldn't have asked Calvin - good a writer as he was, he was no poet - but the girl let out a chuckle.

"It's a sentiment a girl hears a lot, you know." She said, which caused Rocky's ears to droop, and his tail to flatten.

"But...I mean it, I promise I do, I-"

"I know." She said.

"...you do?" Rocky held his hat nervously in his hands. The girl nodded.

"If someone is coming by to read odes to me at night, they aren't doing it because they want a quick date...or because they're afraid to be embarrassed." Rocky did feel a few extra eyes on him...including one particularly angry eye.

How was HE supposed to know she lived right next to Viktor!?

"I...I ought to come up there, then? Just so I, ehm...don't anger the neighbors." Rocky, for the first time in a long time,w as genuinely nervous - worried about his odds, and contemplating what he might do if he lost.

The girl spoke.

"Come in...but no funny business."

"Of course!" Rocky rushed up the fire escape.

He smiled all the way up.

[the-names-catastrophe]

Shiro: "You know you could've asked, right? I've spent my whole life with him-"

Lance: "Do you know how weird that would be-"

Shiro: "It's not weird now, is it?"

Lance: "-to go up to you and be like "Heyy, Shiro. Your bro have frecks?""

Keith: "Yeah, especially coming from you, Lance, just out of nowhere"

[yamirexic]

chlorine (ville valo x depressed!reader)

warnings: triggering themes, fainting, mentions of anorexia, derealization, hospitalization, smoking, overall heavy dark stuff

growling anticipation. is that the thing that makes me linger at that lean boy in the deep blue of the backyard? i wonder if he ever noticed me like I noticed him. i'm no stalker, don't even think of it, he knows me. he invited me to come over but he probably never thought about me looking at the water droplets pooling down his chest. his dark brown hair sticking to his forehead, almost covering his eyes. i just can't keep my eyes off of it. the muscles moving with each stroke, hitting my line of thought like a lightning. i am such a mess, messy hair covering my face, black eye makeup making me look even more dead, violet blue eyebags glistering through my hair. freckes on uneven sickly pale skin, oversized hoodie covering my ugly body, scars on my left wrist, looking oh so faint. the only one who ever noticed them, only one who asked me about them. black new rocks sitting on my feet like metal tied to dog legs to let them drown. he always stayed in his own mind, gliding so carefree through the liquid madness. he probably has noticed. every normal society creature would've talked about this, pointing the staring out, but he never did. maybe he knew that it was admiration and not obsession. he always was 3 steps ahead of everyone else. eyes feeling tired, head spinning like a screw, body falling limp, falling onto the ground. vision turning black, mind falling down like a chandelier on a piano, hands on focus like in a hollywood movie, last thing able to recognize is skin. pale skin, lean muscles stretching out with every move. touch. his skin. chlorine in the air as this lovely disgusting stench that it is. water dripping down from his wet locks like lean out of a sprite bottle. ears stuffed, every sound seeming so blunt. and again. skin. the skin of a vampire. touching me ever so slightly, lifting me off the ground. everything else blurry. nothing. mind fades black

......what is that?.......

.....epiphany....

....is that....

....the end?.......

I come back to my senses, laying on something soft. opening my eyes slowly, getting used to the blunt light passing the curtains, realising I'm laying in a bed, soft pillows under my head. I turn my head a bit and see him. eyes closed, hair mostly dry and shirtless. I just lay there, my system still starting. how can someone look so peaceful but still so done and tired like he just ran a marathon or was done with life. he slept looking into my direction like he would try to keep an eye on me if something were to happen. oh yeah. something happened. my brain started to process what happened in detail, stopping after being picked up from the ground. but...there was something else...something... good. I remember a voice saying "please, wake up, oh shit, how could this happen", being layed down on the bed and... being pecked. on the lips. even though it was just a short touch, I still remember the feeling of the pink-red lips I wanted to feel for so long now, still slighty wet. was that what my brain processed as this amazing moment or as the "epiphany"? I must be imagining that just because my heart pulls the strings. flutter. flutter. the color of venom stinging my eyes. he reveals his eyes, the glowy green piercing through. my brain finally started to work and...oh shit, did he realise that I was staring at his resting corpse, but the only thing I saw in his orbs was... relieve. his arms circleling around my body like snakes, taking me into a careful hug. "I'm so glad you're awake, how are you feeling?" he asked gently, caressing my hair. "I don't know, my head hurts a bit and I'm a little dizzy but other than that I feel fine." he looked into my eyes, faces not far away from each other. he puts one hand on my face, the metal of his rings cold against my sick appearance. "do you remember...anything?" he asked with a hopeful glim in his eyes. "well, I only remember collapsing and you picking me up. the rest is just a blurry mess in my head but I still remember feeling an "epiphany" of some sort. his eyes look somewhat shocked but also...sensual? like a sensual loving look. "do you know what this epiphany felt like?" "it felt somewhat soft but also slightly wet I think. it was a tingling sensation on...my...ehh...lips." "okay interesting", he leaned in more, lips mere inches apart. "did it feel something like this?" he closed the gap and there it was. skin, his touch, vampire skin against dead skin. my hands found there way into his hair. he held me closer and it felt like the minutes of staring at him while he was gliding in the liquid element. so gracefully, so elegant, so...beautiful. the tingle stayed, even after seperating, faces still close together. "yes, but there is also another things that I remember. I think it was the stench of chlorine?" "it wasn't chlorine, it was the stench of cigarettes. I think your mind just tried making something logical for your line of thought but it only was of cigarettes. when I investigated you, you must have caught the smell in your nose." chlorine...chlorine......

..........."can you hear me? oh god, please say something, give me a sign that you're okay."

......where does that voice come from?...........

.....light.....

white light...

white light...

white light.........

.........eyes, light...

ears, voices and beeping...

touch...

touch...

where is the touch.........

my eyes opened to white light blinding me, muffed voices talking like crazy. I turned my head slightly to see I was laying in a bed...in a hospital bed.was this all just in my head? there is no chance this wasn't real, no there is no way! this can't be fake! I felt it, I know it! or...was it? I could cry just thinking about it. I looked around the room when my eyes arranged to the burning lights. the curtains were open, the city dark with the lights of buildings, stores and enterprises shining like a shooting star, giving me a feeling of bliss and safety. there was also an armchair and something or rather someone was sitting in it...him, it's him, sleeping lazily in the armchair, hair a complete mess and makeup completely smudged. he brought me here. he really did. I tried sitting up, gathering all my strength, seeing injected needles with IV. I carefully took them out, knowing this was probably not allowed at all. I stood up from the bed, going into the direction of the armchair. sitting down on the floor, putting a piece of hair behind his ear to see his face a bit better. he looks so tired, so done with everything. oh darling, how it hurts to see him so exhausted. I got carried away and started playing with his hair, looking at his quiet appearance. then suddenly, he started to move a bit, slowly opening his eyes. letting out a yawn before looking at me, a little smile creeping onto his face. he sat up and held his arms out. me getting the sign, sat down onto his lap, hugging him. he crawls his hands around my whole body up to my head, pulling me into his neck like this would be the last hug in our life. he kept me in his arms for quite a while till he pulled away and looked me in my eyes. I wanted to get my mind in order so in case of being able to do that, I asked him. "what happened? I'm so confused, in one minute I'm in your backyard the next in the hospital." "well you collapsed in the backyard. I hurried to you to see what's going on. you didn't wake up but you still had a good pulse so I just thought maybe you need some rest so I took you upstairs into my bedroom. I accidentally fell asleep as well. you woke up and seemed fine but sometime later, still laying in bed, you fell out of consciousness again so I decided to bring you to the hospital just to be safe." so the things I thought were a dream were actually real. everything was real. "I called one of my friends to pick us up. the doctor already checked on you and said it was mere exhaustion and missing vitamins making you feel weaker. I'll keep an eye on you to be sure that you eat enough and take your vitamins." "thank you" "no problem, I'll always help you out, I'm here for you. come on, lets go home." I nodded and embraced him again. "you can put your arm around my shoulder if it helps you from loosing your balance." I did as he requested, feeling his arm around my waist for more stability. we went to a black car and got inside. the driver - his friend - already knowing what happened, drove us the way home. mind tripping like on acid, feeling dazed in a haze of dizzy vision, leaning onto his shoulder. before anything got processed by my brain, I already drifted off to the world of falling but not dying - at least not always. .........................................................

I felt myself drifting back into consciousness, head heavy like a bowling ball. laying softly on pillows, covered with a blanket. soft and dense breaths next to me, living in imagination and the art of surrealism. and again I can catch myself admiring him. It seems that we slept the whole night through cause the sun is already up...or it's just 5am I don't fucking know. at least I know how to get better and that I'm in a safe environment right now. little curls of dark brown in his face covering his eyes a bit. blank, sleek face, the natural beauty striking through. again, shirless, his tattoo on his abdomen a little visible. I caught myself doubting that this was real again, you can never know but I do have the feeling that everything is just a creation of my consciousness. but in the end, even if it is, for one it's a nice dream. Doing something rude was already in my veins, shaking him a bit till he stirred. "what is it, is everything okay?" he asked quite worried but also kinda too sleepy to care at the same time. "I'm scared that I'm just dreaming this whole stuff, maybe a case of derealization. what exactly happened? in chronical order please." and then again, I heard the same story, almost falling asleep from it or was it just his soothing voice? at least I know that for once I'm really laying in a soft bed, cuddled up with him under blankets. warmth.

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a/n: this is my first ff on tumblr and I still need to figure shit out, hoped you liked it :). and sorry if there are some typos :,).

[dotsayers]

I can't BELIEVE you would present me with such a buffet and ask me to choose, appalling

but I would like to know more about filth (obviously), and also ted scott gets sugared *_*

unfortunately filth itself doesn't have very much text within but i will provide some of the ideas which i hope will grow into plentiful filth in time (it's possible you've already seen these):

cub/flea, cub/gimlet (one-sided), flea gets cub off while mocking him for how badly he wants gimlet to fuck him instead. this fic would be set about four seconds after they've all met gimlet because cub's immediate and horrible crush would be visible from space worrals/frecks, after discovering the microphone up the chimney worrals has the bright idea to throw von whatever off the scent by pretending to have very loud sex and therefore seem unaware of the mic's existence. frecks objects to the "pretend" part

then for ted scott gets sugared (which hilariously keeps getting hidden on ellipsus, presumably it's Too Illegal) i admit it hasn't grown much since the initial screencap i put in the discord but:

"It really is a weight off my mind to know that your foster parents have been brought to justice," said Mr Hapworth, as Ted Scott - that famous airman who had so ably navigated the first transatlantic flight, recounted at length in the volume Over the Ocean to Paris, or Ted Scott's daring long distance flight - stretched out on the sofa of Hapworth's well-appointed hotel suite. "And to think that you found Claibourne in such dramatic circumstances! Why, it almost feels like a story from the movie theatre." "Oh, I wouldn't say that, Mr Hapworth," said Ted Scott. Privately, he felt a slight thrill at the man's admiring words, even as a flush rose to his cheeks. "Any pilot could've saved him, and would have if they were in the right place as I was." "Your modesty does you credit," the other man replied. His pleasant gray eyes sparkled as Ted ducked his head. "But that's besides the point. I had another matter I wished to discuss, now that the financial circumstances of our meeting have been so satisfactorily resolved." Ted gave him an expectant nod, but the handsome features of his friend seemed apprehensive, and he did not speak for long moments. Even in their short acquaintance Ted thought he had come to know Hapworth's habits and manner quite well, and his general air of ease and contentment - unless on the golf course, where his focus rivalled a soaring eagle - was unnerving in its absence. Eventually, Hapworth spoke. He had leaned forward slightly, and where Ted had taken his seat he felt that they were unusually close, even for such warm friends as they had swiftly become. "We've known each other for a short while now, Ted," he began. "And I have come to view our friendship as being one of a particular closeness." "As have I," agreed Ted. It was true that seeing Mr Hapworth had become more of a priority to him than near any other among his particular friends; possibly more than all but old Eben and Charity Browning, who had cared for him so deeply after the passing of the Wilsons, and who were as dear to him as he thought he must have been for his own parents that he could not remember.

for anyone unaware (everyone in the world not on the biggles discord), i read three ted scott flying stories this week and am now convinced ted scott is a sugar baby

[mysticarts]

Kotlc oc sketch

I'm sorry for sketching humans so much, but then again, I do wanna find my own artstyle! (Drawing Legos isn't a artstyle I think)

This girlie is Daphne's redesign! I gave her a redesign after I joined a kotlc rp server!

I feel like a genius for giving Daphne freckles, like, it fits her so much

Fun fact!: I do have Freckles irl! That's how I got the idea to give Daphne some. I do usually forget that I have frecks-

Feel free to ask questions

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

Just how do I come to terms white my sexualitie??? just thinking about being aro or anything else frecks me out, I also have a hard time understanding if my feelings for someone are real or platonic witch makes it even harder to figure out. if you know what you identify ass how did you come to terms/figure it out

Oof asker, don't be hard on yourself and don't rush! It took me YEARS! Coming to terms was easy for me in the short term, the long term was harder but thats for another story/ask!

I have a list of resources in my pinned post if you need it!

just thinking about being aro or anything else frecks me out,

Sounds like Internalised Aro-phobia to me, but I'm no expert. Some ways to deal with this NOT from a professional would be:

Learn to accept and love others like you and work towards accepting and loving yourself

Talk to others like you

Talk to a therapist

Identify and Challenge you feelings on yourself

Hope this helps asker! Remember you are always valid and stay safe!

[rei-the-head-shaker]

This evening I watched "The Good Dinosaur" one of my besties recommended it to me when I was asking for som rec and I'm really glad she did because I hadn't heard much of this movie.Which is really sad because I don't really diserve to be ignored. My favorite things about it is how it talks about fear. As a person with a lot of fears, I particularly enjoyed how it is depicted in here. Also... the friendship netween Arlo and Spot is something that can be so personal... The animation was so spectacular in some points that I barely believed it was just an animation and not something real. The water felt like real frecking water, it was amazing! I'll probably show this movie to the kid I babysit.

[frecktheheck]

Can we see the big Lamb kiss the small Narinder from the AU? ❤️❤️❤️

Okay - Just this once 👀✨

[swampthing07]

"I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees

I shall answer these ask or I'll break your frecking knees"

-You, 2023

I have never said that??? I did say

"Gabe, your making me turn into a whore"

and

"remember, all your future doctors were weed-smoking prom-goers"

[thebananniediariesbyannie]

billie eilish makeup!!! say no more...let's get to it!

now the question i ask myself is…why didn’t i recreate looks from billie eilish sooner?! this look says understated glamour and is absolutely stunning.

below you’ll find the photos and tutorial from creating this look. you’ll also find links to shop some of the products i used in creating this look.

beauty breakdown:

kylie skin hair clips

summer fridays jet lag mask (used as moisturizer and primer)

ciate london eyeshadow palette

carla beauty cosmetics eyeshadow brush

keys soulcare illuminating serum

keys soulcare 2-in-1 skin tint

elf complexion brush

rare beauty brightening concealer

celsius (drink break)

milk makeup brow gel

freck faux freckle

beauty blender (no specific brand)

kylie cosmetics bronzer in khaki

rare beauty blush

ciate london palette

carla beauty cosmetics pencil brush

honest beauty mascara

dibs beauty lip liner in excuse my french

cocokind tinted lip balm

kylie cosmetics (used as contour on nose)

elf cosmetics fan brush

kylie cosmetics highlighter in cotton candy cream

kitsch hair clip

anastasia beverly hills brow pomade

kylie cosmetics lipstick in nova applied with “cut crease” brush from carla beauty cosmetics

at the risk of sounding like a broken record, if you want to recreate a look you’ve seen, go for it! i am not professionally trained in makeup (or in hair) but i practice and create these looks anyway. don’t let fear stop you from experimenting with makeup!

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[flimflamfandom]

Carrying Someone Home

Ivy fell onto Calvin, and groaned. "I promise I can keep going, I just...need coffee or...something..."

"You've been at it since 9. It's..." Calvin neglected to tell her what time it was. "It's a weekend, at least." He said.

"You've been at it too..."

"Sure, but I was asleep till 3."

"Why!?" She looked at him, bleary eyed. "You...gotta get up on...time..." She slumped in his arms, full of alcohol and empty of stamina, she just went limp on him. He sighed.

"Ah, dear..."

Calvin slipped her into a chair, and thought a moment. "Hmm...I'm not that strong..." He bit his lip. "And I can't just...drape her over my shoulder."

"Calvin!" It was Rocky, covered in red lipstick, almost the same shade as its owner. "How're you doing? Isn't this great?"

"Aye, it's...eh...Ivy's passed out."

"Aww, really now?"

"Yes." He sat on the table, and looked out into the crowd - business had picked up as of late, and while he was happy to see it, Ivy got even more energetic around crowds, and...well. It was only a matter of time before this happened.

"I dunno what to do with her."

"Remember when we tried to make the place into a hotel? The rooms we finished are still there! Just take her to one'a those! That's where I'M staying!" Calvin looked at Rocky's face. He also thought about just how thin those walls were....

"I think I'll try and get her home."

"Sure thing, ol' chum! I gotta get back to it!"

"See you around." As Rocky walked off back towards the crowd, Calvin looked up the stairs. He could probably get her there, at least.

"Alright, love, hold tight..." He picked her up into a bridal carry, and began to shuffle his way up the stairs, muttering swears in the Gaelic and huffing as he did so. When he got up,. he was winded, and barely noticed Horatio.

"Evening, Mr. McMurray." Horatio smiled gently and waved. "Miz Pepper a bit under the weather?"

"Aye, she...she, eh...she just passed out on me. She's breathin' an'all, though, but-"

"mmmhfh...." She stirred, and looked up. "...Freck?"

"Ah, ehm...hi there love." He kissed her forehead and sat her down on a couch in the newly done lobby. She nestled up to him.

"Let's sleep here..."

"We can't sleep on a couch on front of people, Ivy," he chuckled, "it'd hardly look professional."

"Theydunnoyou...workhere..." She grumbled, and leaned on him. "Can we neck a little at least?"

"Horatio's right there."

"Awwwwwwwww, you'renofuuuuun...letlooseall..." She paused, and yawned, "letloose..." She kissed him, sloppily, and very tiredly, and while he returned it for a moment, he did eventually push her off, holding her cheek in his hand.

"You really need sleep, love."

"I need somethin, that's fer sure..." She groggily motioned towards him, and then...

passed out on top of him.

"...again?"

-

Calvin, struggling a bit to catch his breath, and coughing from the cold night air, knocked on the window. Over shuffled a woman in a bathrobe and wearing an expression of slight annoyance.

It was Ivy's Other room mate, Olivia. The one who hated her gangster antics. She looked...displeased.

"What the hell!?"

"She was...she's awful tired, and I don't want her stayin' the night-"

"Oh come ON, Cecil or...casper, or...what's your name again?"

"Calvin."

"Calvin. You gotta stop her from doing this sort of thing!"

"Why?" He asked. "It's something she really enjoys-"

"It's dangerous! YOU'RE dangerous!"

""If it's so dangerous how come I brought her back here?" He asked, annoyed. "Please, my arms are so tired, I carried her from downtown and-"

"Fine." Olivia rolled her eyes. And just as she did...

"ugh..." Ivy woke up, and shivered. "Cal...what'rewedoinhere?"

"It's your dorm."

"I don't waaaaaaanna stay at my dorm, Olivia's gonna be meeeeean..." She giggled, and batted at him.

"Olivia's right there."

"Was she mean?"

"...a little."

She chuckled. "hehe...typical. Love her though..." She huffed. "Lemme go to your new place."

"The apartment?"

"Sure..."

"...a bit scandalous, aye?"

"Whaddyouknowabout...scan...ssssc...." She vomited, all over the ground. Olivia crossed her arms.

"...so your apartment sounds nice."

"Apartment it is." He said, as Ivy passed out, yet again.

-

Calvin woke up, and rolled off the couch, grunting and cracking a few joints. It was early now, about 8 o'clock. He fought on his slacks, and went into the bedroom. His apartment was small, and paid for by both his lackadaisy money and his writing money for the Post-Dispatch.

He walked in, and saw her, nestled into the covers. She'd somehow managed to get out of the dress form the night before, but was still in those pearls. He smiled, gently, and blushed, his ears drooping and his eyes softening. She was on her side and facing the window. He made sure she was still breathing, and kissed her ear, whispering "is breá liom tú, a ghra mo croi." and began to walk out.

"You're not in bed." A raspy, tired voice said.

"...I slept on the couch."

"You can sleep in the same bed as me, freckle..." She turned over, her fur matted, her eyes tired still. "You've done worse."

Calvin knelt by the side of the bed. "I'm sorry, love, I just...don't want you to think I'm takin' advantage of-"

"You walked me across town once, and then walked me the OTHER way across town." She said. "If anything, I'm taking advantage of YOU...i never walk you anywhere! I just pitched ya in Mitzi's office that one time."

"Ivy-"

"Come. To. Bed."

"...alright." He got in with her, and rubbed her side, kissing her gently. "I love you, Ivy."

"I love you too, Freckle...even when I'm blackout drunk." She cooed, as she settled in, and got a bit more sleep.

[thalassafm]

   Riley  wrapped  her  arm  around  the  hand  that  steadied  her,  in  an  attempt  to  escort  them  out  though  her  movements  were  not  particularly  fluid  in  the  walking  out  portion  of  it.  At  the  very  least,  they  were  in  this  together  now  interlinked  --  her  smile  wide  and  the  alcohol  that  made  her  fuzzy,  starting  to  make  her  feel  warm.  This  night  may  have  started  off  with  her  being  captive,  somewhat  apprehensive,  but  she  would've  done  it  again  if  it  meant  she'd  be  with  Michael  here  now.  It  felt  almost  meant  to  be  --  even  if  he  wasn't  drunk  and  able  to  be  in  kahoots  with  her  the  way  she  would've  liked.  They  were  long  past  the  point  in  their  friendship  where  she  would  push  him  away  for  his  care  of  her,  leaning  into  it  now  and  him.  "You  think  little  old  me  could  get  a  LAWSUIT  going?  Based  on  my  dancing?  That's  got  to  be  a  record,  right?  A  world  record?  Worthy  of  a  LIFETIME  ACHIEVEMENT  award?  You  flatter  me  so,"  she  batted  her  eyes,  another  giggly  laugh  escaping  her  throat.  "You're  also  giving  me  wayyyyyy  too  much  power  right  now,  whatever  I  ask  of  you?  Ninety  face  tattoos?  Actually,  my  coworkers  did  my  makeup  this  evening  and  put  something  called  FRECK  on  my  face?  I  thought  they  were  trying  to  put  the  word  F-U-C-K  on  my  face  but  I've  got  fake  freckles  now."  A  scrunched  face  in  his  direction,  her  face  moves  back  and  forth  near  his  for  him  to  inspect.  "How's  it  look?  What  the  FRECK  did  they  put  on  my  face?  D'you  think  that  when  God  assigns  people  who  have  freckles,  she  counts  how  many  she  wants  to  give  them?"

michael  was  very  familiar  with  an  inebriated  riley,  having  met  her  in  her  wildest  state,  after  all.  most  nights  he'd  join  in  on  her  chaos,  their  presence  maddening  to  everyone  else  surrounding  them  but  they  would  often  slip  into  their  own  little  world,  making  the  night  entirely  their  own.  yet,  tonight,  michael  felt  behind  –  severely  –  like  in  no  world  was  he  going  to  be  able  to  catch  up  to  riley.  her  face  lit  up  in  the  way  it  always  did  when  she  saw  him  and  michael  softened  immediately.  “a  lot  to  unpack  there,  first  off,”  he  chuckled,  dodging  an  elbow  from  someone  nearby.  he  watched  her  as  though  assessing  the  situation  he'd  found  himself  in,  attempting  to  come  to  the  best  course  of  action.  yeah,  there  was  no  way  they  were  sticking  around  here…  michael  reached  out  to  stop  riley's  box  step  before  she  could  continue,  partly  fearing  for  her  safety  and  well,  everyone  else's.  “i  will  do  whatever  you  ask  of  me  right  now  if  it  means  you  never  doing…  what  you  just  did  there,  ever  again.  please,”  he  leaned  in,  instinctively  steadying  her  by  the  elbow.  it  was  somehow  second  nature  for  michael  to  make  sure  riley  was  taken  care  of.  “alright,  come  on.  beach,  joint  and  then  i'm  taking  you  straight  home  to  bed  before  you  pull  a  hamstring  or  start  a  flash  mob.  or  someone  files  a  lawsuit.” 

[dotsayers]

For the fic writer asks - 6, 18 and 26 please :D

6. What ship(s) captured your heart?

well as you WELL KNOW, friend of mine, this is the year i tumbled headfirst into biggles fandom. as a result i now have a Very Healthy attachment to james bigglesworth/erich von stalhein and a swiftly growing appreciation for algy lacey/ginger hebblethwaite. i also had my dalliance with the terror and goodsir/collins, as well as bridgens/peglar. OH AND WORRALS/FRECKS. truly this year has been a bountiful one

18. What was the hardest fic to title?

third time lucky! anyway i hated titling the pragmatic sex lichen fic because it was the moment i realised i had to think about it in the time between finishing writing and reveals. and i ended up with an okay title but not one with real pizazz

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

it's not been posted on ao3 but being honest: it has to be the cursed au i've been putting on dreamwidth, in which biggles & co are a very niche rpf fandom in present-day canonverse. it's my best idea ever and if i ever think of an actual plot to use in that context it will be my magnum opus, much as #strongpoison was my best work of 2023

[intheorangebedroom]

19 for the movie asks! (But do go on at length my love, I’m stacking my chin on my hands and kicking my feet in anticipation 🥰)

Jules ily 🧡 Way too much. If it hadn’t been for that frecking covid, we could have been watching a movie together 😔 But one day, we will 😉

19. A movie you look forward to watching (could be an upcoming release or not) Oh there’s two! Killers of the Flower Moon and Past Lives. The first will probably make me cry angry tears and the second will make me weep with wistful longing.

What about you, my lovely?

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