#birdy collects weird things

[jedi-bird]

Sorting through old children's books and found this. At some point in my youth I apparently got a book with my Taco Bell kids meal. I don't remember it at all but I'll probably keep it for the novelty factor.

[fullofgutsndopamine]

We Put The World Away (We Get So Disconnected)

tw/ cursing,mention of anxiety

“babe.”

You call gently to hasan, a room away. The walls are thin and the apartment is shitty, but it’s your shared space with him, and that’s all that matters.

“Yeah, birdie?”

You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Are you streaming tonight?”

You don’t have to ask-five times a week, on the dot, hasan is streaming and last time, he promised one with you-you two known as friends (“Only friends, chat. Don’t make it weird.” he’ll say, roll his eyes, hope they don’t see the pink rising in his face)

And last week was the promised stream with you.

It held more weight than hasan wants to admit. It’s not that you two don’t want to be public. But you’ve both seen the way couples are treated, how everything is dissected-you both figure it’s for the best.

You two are both known for being local, living close by each other and having a friendly completive streak going in various games-hasan teased your appearance by saying he’s finally going to break the winning streak you’ve had.

And it’s been fun, until now.

Living together, in this shitty apartment, you two have gone out of your way to make it not obvious that it’s the same apartment; hasan frantically muting his stream and acting like it was an accident to text you because you were singing while you were cooking (“Birdie, as much as i love your singing,” he texts, “i’m live.”)

Or when he almost came into your room while searching for his wallet, or phone or anything he accidentally sets down-

He pops his head in, his hand resting on the doorframe, “Gonna go live in five minutes. That okay, birdie?”

You nod, practically rolling out of bed until hasan comes to your side, his hand on the side of your face as he lifts your head up to gently kiss your forehead.

“Don’t forget your emotional support blanket,” He teases, his fingers weaving into yours, is quicker than you as he leans back and grabs it, throws it over his own shoulder, “Come on.”

He leads to the bedroom, as if it isn’t yours as well, and starts making his way to his set up, turning the computer on and getting the camera right, as you try and make things right.

The little things, the ones he’d forget easily.

Picture frames line the walls and the dresser, that you either shove in drawers or flip over. The two of you with your faces pressed together, a darker picture of you two by the fire outside-

Next goes the small collection of things people probably wouldn’t pick up on, but your anxiety says you have to get rid of it; the pressed flowers that were given dates and dates ago, or the newest bouquet of flowers he picked from the little garden on the side of the house, the shelf in the corner of odds and ends he brought home from traveling; paper straw wrappers he twisted into rings, bottle caps from various beers-

shoved into drawers, into your pockets, anywhere else-and hasan is laughing, drags a chair up to the computer, taps it twice.

“C’mon, Birdie.”

He whistled after, some bird call you haven’t thought to ask about, that goes hand and hand with the nickname he gave you after he caught you singing in the kitchen.

(“I’m not the singer, hasan.” You’d say, your face bright red as you stirred pancake batter, the sun barely shining through the windows that early.

“Nonsense,” He says, “You’re a better singer than me.”

You roll your eyes but your face is red as he takes your hand and spins you around, “Birdie,” He says, and it’s final in that moment, “I think i’ll call you birdie, my singer. They sing it so well, better than I could.”)

“No birdie.” you remind him gently, and it’s not that deep, but you hate having to tell him not to call you by this nickname.

He nods once, serious, “No birdie.”

And his hand cups the back of your head as he brings your head closer to his, kisses your forehead. “Alright, Let’s do it. I’m right here, okay?”

You nod once.

You’ve done this. This is your entire job too, but people are mean, and brave especially through a computer screen and you aren’t entirely ready for two straight hours of having to ignore frantic messages about dating.

His hand slips under the desk, into your hand and his fingers weave into yours as he goes live.

The stream goes good, somehow.

hasan has to bite back a few birdies, a few pet names, and you almost give away too much lore with the two do you, too much that will make it known you two are more than friends.

And you two almost get away with it.

Almost.

hasan stumbles out of bed as his alarm goes off, is suppose to stream in ten minutes-didn’t plan on sleeping in this late but was so comfortable next to you, so warm-

“Fuck.”

You don’t think much of it. Wrap the blankets further around you before you throw it over your head, the sun too bright, and snuggle into his warm spot as he leans down, a kiss on your forehead as he hops around to get his jeans on.

“Chat!” He says the second the stream starts, “Listen, I know i’m late-“

You’re use to hearing him talk. it’s comfortable at this time, helps you lull back to sleep, a safety blanket-

When it’s finally time to get up, you don’t think much of it.

Throw the blanket off, tap around on the nightstand until your fingers collide with your glasses and you shove them over your face and hair lien that it happens quick-

“Fuck, fuck-“

hasan frantically tries to adjust the camera as he talks, “No chat, we aren’t together-“

You duck as you try and leave the room as you hear him talking, “No chat, for fucks sake. It was two in the morning. i’m not going to let them drive home-“

And it almost blows over. Everything is almost in the clear.

Until the next day.

Your day to stream, and you immediately are muting people mentioning hasan, or his bed, or anything to do with him and frankly- you think everything is going fine, like you almost fooled them-

a message comes through chat: is that his shirt???

and you think you’re in the clear, didn’t read it out loud but you did look down right after, gently pull at the shirt and holy fuck-it’s laundry day and naturally, you went for one of his shirts, old and worn with age, but definitely known for wearing it on stream, even wearing his damn flannel-you take the flannel off and throw it across the room in hopes it shuts everyone up.

A week passes.

hasan thinks it’s hilarious; says “They’re not my type.” with a smirk and an eye roll but his eyes are mischievous and you can tell he enjoys every second of it.

You two stream together again. And it goes fine, if anything-he wins, and your winning streak is gone and he’s gloating as he ends the stream, turns to you.

“I think we have them fooled, birdie.” He smiles widely, “No one’s the wiser.”

His finger under your chin as he pulls you close for a kiss.

your quiet for a second, a smile on your face as your eyes slowly trail to the computer, where the red light is still on, stream still going.

“hasan, you idiot. It’s still going. Stream is still going!”

He fumbles, and it’s heard, as he turns the camera back on, “Just kidding, chat!”

He makes sure it’s off, looks to you with his face red: “That was a close one.”

And he pulls you in for a kiss, like he got away with something.

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[concook20]

Wild Kratts Headcannon! (3)

Martin/Chris/Aviva/Koki/Jimmy Z

Crew: 3/5

Aviva Carmen Maria Corcovado

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: February 7th

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 149 lbs

Body Shape: Fit, she eats healthy and has a beautiful body

Favorite Color: Purple

Verts: Ambivert

Phobia: Claustrophobia (Fear Of Close Spaces)

Hobbies: Yoga or jogging, playing video games, and dancing

Family and Relationships

Her father passed away from cancer, when she was seven, but she remembers a lot of things from him, like his lullaby he sings her to sleep and his inventions he built, which inspired her to become an inventor

She loves her mom, and her mother loves her, but she got married to her step dad, who has a son, and they were dicks to her, but Aviva didn't want to break her mother's heart, so she had to deal with it, which was sometimes medium or easy to do

The son was a dick to Aviva her whole life, until she moved to California for her dream, meanwhile, her step dad was a sexist in secret, he didn't support Aviva, since he thinks she should be a housewife when she's older and "leave the building to the men", which fuel her determination more

She has an aunt, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, but they're all in South America, while her parents eloped and ran away together

She used to hang out with some girls, until they left her in a locker in the girls locker room as a "joke", but she was there for the weekend, until the owner of the locker opened it, which is why she was scared of close spaces

She used to date someone in college, but she was emotionally abused by her ex, and after her break up, she doesn't know she's being stalked

Chris was like a brother she wanted to have, since the two had to deal with their fathers disapprovals of their dreams, but they stood together no matter what, and even if she moved at age 19, they're still in contact with each other

Facts For Aviva

Aviva chews her nails when she's nervous.

Aviva enjoys Hispanic like music, but her personal favorite songs are by Bruno Mars and Charlie Puth, even if it's cheesy.

Aviva is basically the mom of the group to all of them, even to Koki when she needs to.

This girl was definitely the "Well Actually" person!

Aviva has her father's best invention, a music box, but she keeps it hidden after the birdie incident.

Aviva is very flexible and used to be in the gymnastics, until she broke a leg

Aviva watches MatPats videos, in fact, Chris introduces her to them, but she sometimes points out some flaws that don't make sense.

For some reason, Aviva always gets rocks on her birthday, which at first weirded her out, but she began to collect them.

That's all for now! If you have any questions, please comment down!

[agent-calivide]

Did I post this somewhere else already?

Yes. But I feel it needs to be shared more sO:

IEYTD characters with lovebug/yandere viruses.

The basic thought? Zoraxis tried to make a mind control virus to get everyone to love and worship Zoraxis. Phoenix spits in the virus and drinks the only cure while flipping off Zoraxis, but it warps and now they’re immune to a virus that makes everyone love and obsess over Phoenix.

Zor would be full yandere, but they wouldn't wanna be with Phoenix. No, no they like the distance. They'd be constantly stalking and watching Phoenix, obsessive, creating elaborate plots to trap the Phoenix, but not kill them. If they were to capture Phoenix, they'd put the agent in a gilded cage, fancy, elaborate, maybe a bit gaudy but it's only one room. They like watching them in their cage, keep that safe distance, simply enjoying the fake presence and watching Phoenix squirm whenever they turn on the intercoms and talk, feeling a sadistic joy in knowing that nobody gets the birdie but them.

In a weird way, I feel likee Sans would be the most chill. He strikes me as the type to rationalize the illness as "just feelings" and shrug it off to the best of his abilities. He's still clingy, and if Phoenix goes to leave his laboritory while he's working the have to practically answer a questionaire of where are they going, what are they doing, what's the time frame, etc, but otherwise he's actually very high functioning with the virus.

I feel like Caliente would just be like- an abusive boyfriend. Possessive, aggressive, I think he'd get angry at Phoenix if they paid attention to anyone else. He'd incinerate people right in front of them if he ruled they were getting "too clingy" which could be anything from active fliriting to just talking. He doesn't have them constantly monitored because he doesn't have access to tech like the others, but if Phoenix is out of his sight for a moment he's immediately interrogating them. Where did you go? What were you doing? Why didn't you wait for me?

Hivemind would constantly have at least one bee on Phoenix at all times for monitoring purposes. The bees also have the virus and are super clingy to Phoenix. It would be endearing, if they didn't sting anyone who Hivemind deemed a threat, which was basically anyone who took Phoenix's attention. Resource guarding is a very common thing in the animal kindom, and Phoenix's attention is a resource.

Anna would be incredibly paranoid, even after getting Phoenix to herself. Phoenix would be geared up with body cams, monitors, tracking chips, she's seen what Zoraxis can do, she is not allowing them to disappear ever again. If she had it her way they'd be off the field, but she knew long ago that the secret agent life is the one for Phoenix. However, her paranoia makes her tracking of them beyond extreme. If they're even one minute late getting back from work she already is in the process of a nervous meltdown, grabbing a gun and her tagging gear and is almost out the door to go find them herself.

Solaris strikes me as the type to be very calm, very collected with the sickness when she has Phoenix. If they're in her lab, on the Death Engine, anything the like she's just her usual, slightly unhinged mad scientist self. But the second Phoenix tries to leave she goes off the deep end, getting angry, shouting, demanding they come back right that instant. I could see Solaris threatening to use a laser on Phoenix to make it so they can't escape, either by killing or maiming them.

Fabricator would spoil Phoenix. At least, in the only way she knows how. She'd put them in the lap of luxury, dote on them, give them all sorts of lavish designer items (that she made herself), and always have them resting up in only the finest luxury apartments if she has to travel for work, because obviously she can't leave them alone. However, the other thing she loves is watching Phoenix thwart her traps. She likes watching them panic and struggle to stop the swinging ax, the deadly laser, carefully disarm the desk just in time to be okay. And if they're not? Oh well, now she gets to patch them up, because there's no way she's letting them die on her.

Juniper would be kinda like Zor, but rather than it just being one fancy room and a bunch of cameras, he'd want that person to person contact, that connection. He'd take them everywhere, on set, to Zoraxis meetings, to any celebrity galas or photoshoots or anything. Phoenix would be on a tight leash, always right by Juniper's side, not allowed to go more than a few feet away. Of course, when they go home Phoenix has full reign of any estate, after all he wants them to be happy, but the security is at max whenever they're home. Phoenix is not getting out.

Ollie is clingy, begging Phoenix to stay by his side so he won't be alone like he was in that Zoraxis base for three days. He's never been shown such kindness by an operative, he needs them. He'll do whatever they ask just please please don't leave him alone again.

Prism I think would be kinda like Sans at first, but as the virus went on and she got more and more obsessed with the Phoenix, she'd be equal parts obsessed with Phoenix and improving them. I think it wouldn't help that she was obsessed with proving her robots were better than them, if this is post-I3YTD I could see her trying to create more with Phoenix. After all, "You're the best thing I've ever made", but how can she make them better? What can she add or change about them, maybe prosthetic limbs? New enhancers on the implant? OO- maybe a heart fused with kinesium! Sure, it'll hurt at first, but it's fine. She's making them the best agent the world's ever seen.

[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome back to The Moon. Sorry it’s been a few weeks, life has been busy. As always I proofread, but typos happen. No posting schedule, but all parts will be posted Wednesdays at midnight EST. There are only a few more chapters left eeek! Thanks for reading along :) enjoy!!

Paring: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sort of angst, adult content

Word count: 3.7k

PART 10:

“Hey, there is nothing to be nervous about babe.” Sam says, rubbing his hands on your shoulders.

It was the night of Danny’s big party. You were uneasy to say the least. You and Sam had decided to come out of hiding and announce that you were together. Not like making a grand announcement or anything, but allowing yourselves to hold hands and be as touchy as you liked. Danny and Margo were still the only ones who knew. You knew they would keep it a secret for as long as you wished. Tonight was a gamble. You would be staying the night at Sam’s house because everyone would be drinking. The party started ten minutes ago and you were still at your place, dragging out the inevitable. Sam noticed and tried to comfort you.

“I know. It’s just going to be… weird?” You say, unsure of how he might react to that.

“We don’t have to tell anyone if you’re not ready.” Sam says, lightly.

You shake your head. “No, I want to. It’s just- fuck it. Can you pour me a shot of tequila before we go?”

Sam laughs. “I can do that.”

After your shot you collected your things and got in Sam’s car. You had an overnight bag packed and ready. Currently you wore a strappy black bikini top with frayed jean shorts and sandals. Your hair had a nice beach wave and you wore natural makeup. You felt cute, but you were still ridiculously nervous. You had gone over a million scenarios in your head as to how this evening might play out. The shock that would grip the twins. How Jake would react. Of course it’s not like you didn’t want to tell Jake because you feared it would diminish your relationship. It was more because you were scared that what happened between the two of you might come out. You never wanted Sam to know that. In that moment it’s like Sam could sense your tenseness, because his hand found your knee and he lightly rubbed his thumb on you.

When you pulled up, you decided to take a deep breath and put on your big girl panties. The last thing you wanted was anyone to see that you were anxious and think Sam was holding you hostage or something. You giggled at that thought.

“You good?” Sam asked with a puzzled smile on his face.

“I’m great Sammy. Let’s do this.” You muster up and say, taking his hand.

There was a considerable amount of cars already outside. Knowing how these things go though, you knew more would show up. Sam left your bag in the car for now focusing only on holding your hand and getting you inside. It smelled like beer, hotdogs, and rum when the door opened. You heard Jimi Hendrix playing the Star Spangled Banner inside and you could already see that there were more people inside than you had thought there would be. Your eyes scanned the room, so far no familiar faces. You really didn’t recognize most of these people at all. They had more friends than you thought. Then your eyes landed on curly hair bouncing through the crowd heading straight towards you.

“Well look who finally showed- No fucking way!” Josh yelled through the house.

Then all eyes were on you and Sam.

“Birdie? Samuel?” Josh questioned with a huge smile on his face as he approached you two. “Is this why you haven’t been around much these days Birdie?”

You feel your cheeks turn pink and you start to answer but are cut off again by Josh.

“And you!” Josh says, pointing at Sam. “Is this where you’ve been running off to after sessions? Holy shit! I cracked the code!”

“Settle down Josh. You’re going to bust a blood vessel.” Sam says, nonchalantly.

“Settle down? This is a revelation unfolding before us!” Josh shouts. “Daniel, did you know?”

Danny just raises his eyebrows and his cup.

Josh scoffs. “Jake?”

Then you find yourself flicking your eyes over to Jake for the first time. His hair cascades down an off white linen shirt. Sunglasses dangling around his neck next to his silver necklace. His stance becomes abrasive. He looks pissed. There is a scowl on his face and he’s gripping his glass so hard you can see the white of his knuckles. He just shakes his head at Josh’s question.

“Well I’ll be damned! Congratulations you two. I think I already hear wedding bells in the distance!” Josh continues.

Sam laughs and shakes his head at his brother’s antics, giving your hand a squeeze. “I’m going to go grab us some drinks and say some hellos. Are you okay here?”

You shake your head. “Yeah I’m going to go annoy Danny.”

Sam kisses your cheek before he takes off through the house. Then you feel a hand grip around your wrist.

“Can I fucking talk to you?” Jake says, with annoyance in his tone.

You suck in your cheeks and nod your head. Jake never lets up on his grip as he leads you through the house. He takes you downstairs and inside of the recording space, shutting the door.

Then he turns around and glares at you. “What the fuck?”

“What?” You say back, crossing your arms.

Jake lets out a dry laugh. “Don’t fucking do that.”

You stay quiet.

“So what, you’re just with my brother now? Like you two are together or something? I mean you show up here with him holding hands and then he kisses your cheek. What are you in eighth grade?” Jake spits.

Now you’re irritated. “Oh Jake will you just fucking spare me?”

He scrunches up his face. “Spare you? You’re walking around publicly all cozied up to my little brother.”

“Oh would you prefer I do it in private?” You ask, condescendingly.

He scoffs. “Are you really going to act like nothing happened between us? Like nothing is here between us?”

You feel a hot bubble of anger rise. “Are you fucking kidding me Jake?” Then you laugh. “You must actually be joking.”

“I’m not, and I’d love to know what’s so fucking funny.” Jake says, crossing his arms.

“Oh fuck you!” You yell. “Jake I have been pining over you for half of my fucking life! Yet time and time again you gave me nothing except little shreds of hope. Leading me on, flirting. Then you pop back into my life like Freddy fucking Kreuger and what do you do? Continue to flirt with me, touch me, kiss me, oh and fuck me! Then say oop nevermind! I don’t want to be with you, I just want to fuck you.”

Jake is quiet for a moment. “Birdie… I- it’s not like that. I’ve felt things for you for years. I always thought you would be who I would settle down with. But it’s just… it’s not necessarily what I want right now. There’s just so much going on and traveling and-“

You cut him off with a laugh. “So you want me to be the person you end up with, but only when you’re ready right? So you can travel the world and fuck whoever you want. And I’ll stay here like a good little girl and wait for you to return in the hopes that one day I’ll be your fucking girlfriend?”

Jake sighs. “No, that's not what I meant. I do care about you.”

“Save it.” You say spitefully. “I’m not someone who is just here out of convenience anymore Jake.”

He then takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. Birdie will you just listen? I’m not just saying all of this shit to you. I’m not blind, I’ve always seen this thing between us.”

“But you’ve ignored it because you want to fuck other people?” You spit.

“No- I. Goddamnit okay fine. Here you go.” He pauses and paces around the room for a moment before continuing. “I care about you. I do. Hell I even think I might I lov-“

“Stop.” You say shaking your head and putting your hand up. “Stop. Do not say that to me. I’m not doing this with you. I am with Sam. I’m happy with Sam. I’m going to continue to be with Sam.”

Jake clenches his jaw. “I don’t want that.”

You feel the threat of tears brimming in your eyes, you need to get out of there. “Well this is what I’m choosing. So you’re going to just have to come to terms with it.”

“My brother? Really? Is this your way of getting back at me?” Jake says, absolutely dumbfounded.

“Fuck Jake not everything is about you!” You say, storming off.

You climb up the stairs as hot tears stream down your face. As soon as you emerge upstairs you beeline to the bathroom. You give yourself a few minutes to cry, before cleaning your face up. You know by now Sam is looking for you and you pray to god Jake doesn’t do anything stupid. Finally your face has returned to normal, so you clean yourself up and head back out to the party. You see Sam talking with Danny and his face lights up when he sees you.

“There you are. Here’s your drink.” Sam says, giving you a cup.

“Thank you.” You say with a smile. “Sorry Margo had called me.” You lie.

“No worries. Care to go for a swim?” Sam asked.

You nodded your head and took Sam’s hand as he led you outside.

Sam introduced you to a few people along the way, but no real conversation stimulated. Surprisingly, no one was in the pool. There were a few people outside, but no one was actually swimming. You stripped out of your shorts and Sam winked at you. You laughed and took his hand as he guided you in the pool.

“Fuck it’s cold.” You said as you submerged your legs.

“Aw Birdie, don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” Sam said, pulling you further in.

You giggled. “Sam!”

Then you’re almost all the way in. Sam grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap as he squats in the shallow end. You wrap your legs around him and he keeps his hands on your waist.

“Told you I’ll keep you warm.” He says with a smile.

“Oh you’re too kind sir.” You jab.

“Sammy sweetheart right?” He jokes.

You laugh. “I never saw myself dating a comedian.”

You didn’t really even think about it before you said it.

A smirk spreads on Sam’s face. “Date huh?”

Your cheeks turn pink, but you don’t back down.

“Yeah.” You say, wrapping your hands behind his head.

“Now I like the sound of that.” Sam says, kissing your shoulder.

You bite your lip and your mind slips elsewhere when his lips touch your skin.

“Um, excuse me? PDA take it upstairs!”

You look up and see Danny grimacing in your direction.

You roll your eyes at your cousin.

He walks over and starts fumbling with the grill that’s next to the pool. “Josh! The grill is on. Tell Jake to get out here.”

You see Josh walking around with a cocktail, but nods his head to go retrieve his twin.

You decide to get off of Sam, but he halts you.

“Hold up baby. Let me adjust myself.” Sam says, almost in a whisper to you as he fixes the bulge in his shorts.

Right on cue Jake walks out and locks eyes with you still on top of Sam. He clenches his jaw and looks away. Well.

Jake heads to the grill and begins working on burgers and hotdogs for the party.

“Hey Jake, did you grab those veggie burgers I bought?” Sam asks.

Jake doesn’t look up from the grill or respond.

Sam makes a face. “Hello?” Then he cups his hands around his mouth. “Jake! Veggie burgers!”

Jake spins around. “No Sam I haven’t seen your fucking burgers.”

Sam sighs. “I’ll be back. I’m going to go grab our burgers and give them to captain pleasant while he has the grill on.”

You nod your head. The air is thick with tension when Sam leaves. But you nor Jake speak to each other. Jake lets out a snicker, but no words. You suck in your cheeks and let out a deep breath.

Well, this was awkward.

**

“Guys food is ready!” Josh yells.

You were sitting on a lounge chair with Sam, securing your spot for the fireworks.

“Hey I’ll go make our plates and get drinks. You stay here so no one steals our spot.” Sam says, rubbing your back.

You smile and nod your head, then Sam disappears. A few moments later Josh saunters by with Jake behind him.

“Birdie, you aren’t eating?” Josh asks with a puzzled expression on his face.

“No I am. Sam’s getting plates. I was instructed to save our spot.” You say, meekly.

Josh grins. “Aw Sam is making your plate. How cute. Danny and I are starting fireworks as soon as it’s dark. I’m excited to play with fire!”

Then Josh jets off. Jake pauses and looks at you. “So cute.” He says flatly, then follows his twin.

You take in a deep breath and close your eyes.

“All good?”

You open your eyes and Sam is back with plates in hand.

You give him a smile. “Yes, everything is great. Thank you for making my plate.”

He sits down next to you. “Of course babe.”

That made you feel warm inside. Sam kissed your cheek and you two ate while you waited for the show. It had just begun to turn into the beginning of dusk and you knew fireworks would follow shortly. You also knew Josh was itching to play with lighters. Sam laid back on the lounge chair with you in between his legs. You were laid back into him and his arms were wrapped around you. You felt comfortable, secure, and happy. You would stay wrapped in Sam’s arms forever if given the chance. Just then, you were jolted out of your thoughts when a flare of red shot up into the sky and sparkled.

“Woooooahhhhh.” Sam said, being a little cheeky.

You giggled. “Horrible for the environment, veterans, dogs, and generally all other creatures that don’t understand what’s going on. But yes, woah.”

Sam let out a laugh and rubbed your arm. “There’s my cynical girl.”

Then you caught a glimpse of Jake heading back towards the house.

“Jake!” Sam yelled.

No response.

“Hey Jake! Come watch with us!” Sam continued.

Jake threw his hand up and continued inside.

You could feel that Sam was furrowing his brows, even though he was behind you.

“The fuck is his problem?” Sam asks, with a hint of nastiness in his tone.

You swallow slightly hard and then shrug.

**

After the fireworks, a lot of people had cleared out. Only a few stragglers remained, and it seemed like they were just waiting on their rides. Josh was positively buzzed while simultaneously high on his firework display. You were currently sitting in the kitchen nursing a margarita with Sam by your side, listening to Josh ramble to the remaining guests. Jake and Danny were still cleaning up outside.

“Tired?” Sam asks, wrapping his arm around you.

You look up and nod.

“You better not be! The night is still young and we are playing poker!” Josh says, entirely too loud.

Sam groans and you sigh.

“No no none of that now! I’m going to grab the other two and I’ll meet you guys in the living room. Sam get the poker set from under the table.”

Then Josh pads off while the last of the guests exit. Sam takes your hand and leads you into the living room.

“One game.” He says, trying to reason with you.

You nod. “One game.”

Josh returns with the other two and they all plop down on the floor. Jake makes a point not to look at you, in fact he looks bored or annoyed.

“What kind of poker are we playing here?” Danny asks.

Josh lets a smirk creep up on his face. “Strip poker?”

Sam shakes his head. “I’m going to go ahead and veto that one.” Then he puts his hand on your leg.

Jake scoffs.

“You’re no fun Samuel. Texas hold ‘em it is then. Jake you’re dealing first.”

**

One game turned into about 6. Danny had won the most, he was a card shark.

“Okay okay I think we’re out.” Sam says, placing his cards down.

“Aw, how come?” Danny says with a laugh.

“We are ready to go to bed and I’m tired of getting my ass kicked.” Sam replies.

Josh whistles at that. “Uh oh! Try to keep the noise to a minimum please.”

Your face burns red at that. Jake crosses his arms.

“Didn’t need that visual, Josh.” Danny says lightly.

Sam takes your hand and leads you upstairs to his room. Already you feel as if a weight has been lifted off of you. It’s been so full of tension, but you persevered for Sam.

“Fuck.” Sam says with a chuckle sitting down on his bed.

You laughed and sat down next to him. “Tell me about it.”

Sam wrapped his arms around you. “Shall we have a shower?”

“Hmmmmm.” You contemplate. “I’m game but we have to be quiet, remember?”

Sam smirks at you. “Oh baby I’m going to have you screaming my name.”

You let out a laugh and lightly smack his chest. “Yeah right loverboy.”

“Okay, maybe just lightly moaning my name then?” He suggests, cheekily.

You get up and take your shorts off. “Maybe. If you work hard enough.”

Sam smiles at you and follows you into the bathroom, undressing himself as well. His mouth meets yours before the water is even turned on.

**

You awoke the next day wrapped in Sam’s arms. You smiled to yourself. You loved waking up this way. Sam was still peacefully sleeping, but woke up when you began to stir.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Sam said, in the raspiest voice you had ever heard. Then he planted a small kiss on your jaw. Your heart swelled at that.

“Morning Sammy.” You say softly.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks.

You nod your head. “I did. Did you?”

He grins. “Best sleep of my life.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You say, joking while getting up.

“I’m going to pee and brush my teeth. Do we have plans today?” You say stretching.

Sam eyes your body before responding. “Babe, we always have plans.”

You let out a laugh. “Thought so.”

When you came out Sam went in. He needed to shower, so you decided to get dressed. You threw on a black tank top with the same shorts and sandals from yesterday. Then you slapped some makeup on your face and decided to go find Danny. But, to your dismay when you came down the stairs all you saw was Jake sitting at the counter with a mug.

You chewed on your lip for a bit before finally deciding to say, “Morning.”

Jake glanced up at you. “Morning.” He replied flatly.

It was quiet for a few minutes and you were plotting ways to get out of this situation, but then Jake spoke again.

“Coffee?”

It was good he was talking to you, you guessed.

You shook your head. “No thanks. I think we’re about to go get breakfast.”

Jake looks at you blankly before letting out a snarky laugh. “Right.”

You were annoyed with his attitude. He had no right to be acting like this, and you were about to let him know.

“You know Jake you don’t have to be such a fuckin-“

“Ready babe?” Sam cuts in, entering the kitchen.

You take a small breath and smile. “Yes.”

Jake smirks at you and raises his mug.

Asshole.

You walk over to Sam and grab his arm while he leads you to his car. Your inkling was correct when you pulled up outside of a pancake house. Sam grabbed your hand and took you inside to your table.

“So.” You say, sitting down.

“So.” Sam replies back.

“Did you have fun last night?” You ask.

Sam smiles brightly. “Oh I had a lot of fun last night baby.”

You snicker at that. “No I didn’t mean that. I meant at the party.”

Sam shrugs. “Yeah I guess so. I wouldn’t say I’m the most patriotic guy out there, but the red, white, and blue shots were damn good.”

“I know what you mean.” You say through a chuckle.

“Jake seemed weird though.” Sam said, grabbing his coffee.

You felt your blood run cold a bit at that, you have no idea what to say so you just nod.

Sam looks at you. “I mean I’m not crazy right? He did seem like something crawled up his ass last night.”

“Yeah, I noticed too.” You say.

Sam nods his head. “Oh well. He’s probably just weirded out about us. But I’ve got to say, they all took the news pretty good. Josh was annoying, but that was to be expected.”

“Feels good just to get it out there. Not have to hide or keep some big secret.” You say.

Sam smiles at you. “Birdie, are you getting soft on me?”

“Never.” You reply back with a smirk.

**

After breakfast Sam took you home. You two spent the day cuddled up on your couch watching movies. Then Sam put on some records and you two cooked dinner and baked cookies. While the cookies were in the oven Sam slow danced with you in your kitchen to John Denver. It was a perfect day. One of your favorite days. That night you couldn’t sleep though.

You glanced over at Sam. He was sleeping so peacefully. He was so beautiful, inside and out. You wished you could engrave this view into your brain forever.

You weren’t sure why you felt this impending doom sensation in your chest. You were prone to self sabotage, but you didn’t want Sam to go anywhere- ever. He made you happy, deeply happy. But there was that part of you that still deep down felt something for Jake. You weren’t sure what that something was, and it wasn’t close to being on the same caliber as to what you felt for Sam, but it was there. You let out a small sigh and stared at the ceiling until you had fallen asleep.

The sensation of impending doom had faded.

Eventually you would find out why it was there.

But that’s a story for another day.

***

• the next chapter is…. well just buckle up!!

[breakerwhiskey]

246 - TWO HUNDRED FORTY SIX

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Okay, Birdie, we’ve gone North. We’ve gone so far North that we’re quite literally at the Canadian border. I’ve never been to Canada. Well, I guess I have now—the moment we got to the sign, I stopped the car and Harry and I both jumped out and ran for the other side of the border. One of those moments where we both had the exact same idea at the exact same time.

I missed that. The way that we can be in perfect sync. Sometimes on a job, we could communicate with just a look. The whole crew had that ability to some extent, but it always felt…you know. Better. With Harry.

Things have been…better. With Harry. I demanded she tell me anything else she’d left out about Pete and her snitching and…I think I know everything now. Even if I have no idea what to do with it. But it’s cleared the air some. Made me understand her a little more. Even if I’m still furious so much of the time…that fury is not aimed solely at her anymore.

It’s her birthday today. June 30th. She didn’t mention anything to me—it’s not like we’ve got a wall calendar hanging off the rearview mirror or anything, so it was only when I was doing my usual marking of my atlas that I realized.

I didn’t get her a gift, obviously. A trip to Canada, I guess. When I wished her a happy birthday, she just sort of…quietly said thank you and that was that.

We’re both a year older and not any wiser for it. We know more now, about the world, about each other. It doesn’t feel like—I’m not sure what other secrets we possibly would have to reveal to each other. And yet, I don’t feel like I actually understand anything. I’m still just…out to sea.

I don’t know. I miss Donnie. I wish I could talk to him about this stuff, I wish—I wish I could talk to him about Pete. I wish I could have someone else’s perspective on her. On us. And the real problem is that, despite everything, I still—

The look on her face when she got to the other side of the border. We were both out of breath and red faced, like kids who had raced to the front door. And she smiled so big and she looked at me and said “Didn’t I tell you once that I’d take you to another country someday?”

I honestly couldn’t believe that she remembered that. She said it one time, years ago. I remembered it of course, because at that time I was looking for any kind of scrap that she…

We were at a new exhibit at the Morgan Library—rare manuscripts, I think from the renaissance, I can’t really remember. Pete—(voice cracking) uh, Pete, um, loved—loved stealing manuscripts. They were hard to steal, because they had to be so delicately handled, but Harry knew how to do it, which gave Pete an advantage that most thieves didn’t have. With big exhibits of them, we could steal just one, not a whole collection, and still get a really good deal for them. Especially since there is always a wealthy person out there who wants to own one just for the sake of having something rare and won’t fuss too much about where it came from.

Anyway, we were casing the place, her and I, because Harry could spend hours looking at every corner of an exhibit and make it seem totally natural, like she was just looking at the art. She usually went alone, just to get the layout of the exhibits, but we’d never tried robbing the Morgan Library before, so I went with her to get a sense for the whole building’s security. And we…

We had a good time. We had a really good time. We laughed at all the weird margin drawings that the monks would leave in the books of hours, or whatever they were, and Harry would tell me about the history of when and where these things had been written and, if she’d been to the place herself, she’d talk a little bit about what it was like now. I’ve never been…anywhere. And when I told her that, she said, “I’ll take you someday. Everyone should leave the country at least once”.

Actually, I think she said “continent”. That’s…obviously not possible now. Well, I guess we could go to South America but…I’m just happy she remembers that conversation at all. I thought about it for weeks afterwards. What she meant by it. The implication that she would be with me if I traveled. That she’d be the one to take me.

You know, I could get her a rare manuscript for her next birthday—I could walk into any museum in this country and walk right out with one, just like I did with that painting in Santa Fe.

"Her next birthday”…guess I am thinking that we’ll still be, well, that we’ll still be alive and that we’ll still be together a year from now. But I really don’t know that for certain, do I?

Anyway, should we keep going North or…do you want to give us a little direction here? Literal direction, in this case.

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[jedi-bird]

Silly Game Time: Grab the nearest book and open it to a random page. What's the first complete sentence on it?

Page 134, chosen completely at random. The heading of the section is "Foxes, Jewels, and Sexuality"

"While there is no denying the phallic nature of many of the tails of the sculpted representations of Inari's foxes, I believe that Western writers have overemphasized the presence of phallicism within the Inari cult and have missed the significance of the jewel."

[laggingbehindreality]

DINOCRUS MY GOOD DINOSAUR DINOCRUS GOT 4 FOR THEM

🧶 - Do they do any arts, crafts, or creative hobbies?

👁️ - How do other people perceive this oc? How close do their first assumptions come to the truth?

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

☕ - What is their preferred beverage(s)?

oohhuhg i can talk about my creachure againnn rubs my birdie talons together hehe

🧶 - I think the obvious answer might be their whole thing about collecting shinies, because their interest in them is completely aesthetic. I could be pretentious, though, and say that their hobby is character acting(?) Like, in the grey-area way that youtubers describe their 'youtube persona' as being based off themselves but still somewhat separate. Dinocrus does genuinely love collecting their trinkets, and they genuinely don't understand a lot of things that humans do, but they somewhat intentionally play up how stupid they are to get reactions out of people.

👁️ - In real life? I don't know for sure, I've been told that Dinocrus is a cool idea for a character. Other than that, people tend to use he/him pronouns for it even though their pronouns are it/they, which I find interesting because people also do that to my other oc Twenny (they/them). Are these two particularly masc in some way I'm not picking up on? I don't really know how to ask about it lol

In-universe, though, people usually take Dinocrus at face value and think this is just a weird annoying bird-gear, exactly the reaction Dinocrus wants. A sizable handful of characters know their actual deal, though.

⚠️ - Not sure what a warning sign means, tbh? If it counts, maybe [DANGER: WILD ANIMAL] or [KEEP TRACK OF PERSONAL ITEMS]

☕ - Being an animal that lives in the wild and doesn't make it a point to depend on humans for anything aside from providing shinies to steal, Dinocrus mainly drinks untreated water from lakes, rivers and rain puddles.

However, if it can be coaxed into having a drink of any kind of human-made beverage, they would suddenly become the pickiest eater on the planet. Can't have alchohol, that will absolutely shred their digestive system. Can't have fruit juice, sugar content is wayyyy to high, they're not able to keep it down for even a minute. Tea is too hot, and the leaves are giving off weird chemicals, its no good. Coffee is even worse, not to mention the effects of caffine. Don't even get them started on carbonated beverages, why would anyone try to put air bubbles into a drink? Why do humans do these frivolous things, anyway??

They might like lightly fruit-flavored water with boba in it, reminds them of eating frog or fish eggs out of a river.

[stunfiskz]

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woagh cool font! thoughts under the cut :)

okay so…. one of my favorite things is rarepairs between two characters who canonically cannot STAND each other. i just think they’re always fun… petty haterdom is great and all that. and i just think that swatchkaard is a very fun ship. it’s a bit funny because i was thinking earlier about how hip shop is much more well suited as a theme for swatch, who is suave, collected, polite, where rouxls is… anything but, lmao. and that contrast is what makes the ship so fun to me X) rouxls makes swatch break their composure and gets on their fucking nerves because he kind of horribly against that whole Vibe they’re trying to uphold, and it’s so fun seeing swatch’s more restrained haterdom jump out the second they talk about him 😭

also, random thing, but i think it’s hilarious to imagine them eating worm dinners together. because rouxls is a weird fucking freak and swatch is a birdie :) but god. for some reason one idea that always pops into my head is them having to do an escape room together or some shit LMAOO it would end so horribly. i honestly don’t even know if i could see them ever getting together but im a big fan of whatever the hell is going on there either way. those are just kind of my general thoughts on them though, if you have anything else lmk ^_^

[toxic-potions-productions]

Introducing a new member to the digital circus, Birdie!

LOOK AT MY GIRL

So, yes, I caved & made a TADC OC cuz why not? It was kinda @dorkygurl-89's fault because of her TADC oc, but it's whatever. I had no business making her so caked & snatched at the same time, though, goddamn

Meet Birdie! She's a 24 y/o six armed ladybird spider who is literally just Blitz from Helluva boss, but a bit more chaotic. Don't let her extroverted personally & big smile fool you, this bitch is a MENACE

She actually entered the digital realm on her birthday, & instead of being nervous or confused or scared, she was ecstatic to be there! She was already a bit of a nutcase in her past life & liked/collected weird things, so that's why she was so happy to be there. Caine was honestly really surprised at how calm she was about it since usually people are at least a little bit confused when they first arrive. But, Birdie was loving every second of it. Needless to say, she had a better first day than most XD

She's the juggler in the circus & can juggle alot of things at once with six arms & she's always trying to go above & beyond with her skills

She & Jax are best friends, basically partners in crime. They are the most petty & sassy shit talkers in the whole circus & their friendship usually consists of them bullying people or each other. She's also just as tall as him, only being about a foot ½ shorter. They tend to share one braincell & do a bunch of stupid shit together

She & Jax always make little wagers on who's gonna lose it or abstract first & how long it'll take them. With Pomni, Jax said a week, & Birdie said "Since when are you so generous? I give her 11 minutes."

Speaking of Pomni, once she entered the picture, she pesters her out of love alot. She understands her confusion & worry, so she teases, messes with, & jokes with her just to take her mind off it. She does care about her, she's just not that great at showing it

For some reason, she really didn't like Kaufmo at all before he abstracted. She always thought he was a loser. But, now that he's abstracted & in the cellar, she does feel sliiiiiightly bad for him. Just a little

She doesn't care at all that there's a censor & still runs her mouth ALOT. Caine even said it himself; "Despite the censor, she still cusses constantly. Some people never learn." At least that's a rough summary of it

She thinks Kinger is an annoying old lunatic, she treats Gangle the best compared to Jax, Zooble doesn't like her, she's popped Bubble one too many times cuz of her being weirded out from them, & she carries Ragatha like a teddy bear alot. I like to think that since she's a ragdoll, she's extremely light. She also does it with Pomni, too, but mostly Ragatha

Because of Alisa the mime being there along with her babu Cypher, she tends to poke fun at her alot. Stealing her umbrella, squishing her face making her try & talk for once, running off with Cypher, that sorta thing. Especially with her ironically shipping her & Jax together & messing with them CONSTANTLY about it. & even though she technically can, she just chooses not to live without either a coffee (Hot or iced, doesn't matter) or a bit plate of spaghetti

Bottom line, she's a bully but she bullies out of love

Also, shoutout to my mom for helping me out with her! Love you, mama!

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Birdie by: Me

Jax from: The amazing digital circus

The amazing digital circus by: @gooseworx & Glitch productions

Do not steal, trace or copy. (& don't give me too much of an aneurysm with the likes, either, that's why I deleted the poll early with how much attention it got in so little time TwT""")

[she-likesorchids]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 💗

Birdie bby!

I have been looking for comfort since I lost my mom last week, so here's what's keeping me going:

My pets. My cat and my dog know I'm hurting and won't leave me

George Strait songs. She loved him, and I do too

My sister. Holy shit I would not be able to navigate this without her

Target Drive Up. I got 2 pieces from the Diane Von Furstenberg collection and I didn't even have to go in the store!

King of the Hill. I know this one is weird, but it's a comfort show and I need that right now.

[deaddovedecadence]

Title: Aile (to love home)

Warning(s): shigaraki

Summery: tomura and his party have a discussion (follow up to Aishi (to love death) )

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The minute that Tomura leaves his office, Keigo is all over him, looking both at him and past him, trying to make sure that both of them are safe because that’s Keigo’s way, possessive and protective, willing to do whatever he has too in order to survive. He answers the unspoken question, “The kid’s fine birdie. We came to an agreement. I came in here to talk about it with everyone.”

Spinner doesn’t look up from his game but he does audibly pause it, Compress closes his book, Himiko continues painting her nails but she does smile at him, her head cocked in curiosity. “It’ll be fun to have more people around,” she says lightly but he can hear the ‘are they safe? will they hurt us? Do I need to run again?’ question hiding under her tongue. Dabi makes a clicking sound that he knows comes from Keigo, an urging for him to move it along. He makes the sound right back, says, “I’ll get to it when I do firework, ignores Dabi’s sharp hiss of annoyance. He manages to settle on the couch and waits while Keigo’s goes to check on (and probably groom) his kid.

“Did you have any first impressions?” Compress eventually asks, after they’ve been waiting a little while and it becomes clear that Keigo won’t be back for a while. He notes Himiko’s pout, mumbles to her, “he’s having weird bird instincts, he can’t help it.” Her facial expression doesn’t change but she does smell the air and that seems to settle her. “The kid is determined to protect the people that they love.” He knows that all of them can relate to that. At first it wasn’t about any of that, but now, in a lot of ways they belong to each other, and that isn’t something that’s easily forgotten.

Compress takes this information in way he takes in everything, with a calmness that could rival an oncoming storm, as he picks up a deck of cards, starts doing tricks without looking at any of them. “What were their terms?” Dabi asks, one eye kept on the closed office door. “They were pretty simple actually. In return for information, staying with us, and fighting for us, they want protection for their family.” He should have used another word but here’s the thing; Tomura knows what a family is and what a family is not. Sensei is family, the league is family and the kid speaks of their class the same way he speaks of his family.

“When you say family, do you mean blood or their class?” Spinner asks, still not looking at him. “Their class. From what Keigo’s told me, their blood family isn’t worth very much.” Now he has their attention. There are many things that all of them hate and on the top of that list (besides all might) are child abusers. Sure they try and kill the hero brats but they aren’t the ones meant to love them, to protect them from harm and tell that they’re worth something. It’s different. “Are you sure?” Compress asks, still focused on his card tricks. They collectively ignore the ones that end up stuck in wall. “From what Kei’s said, I’m sure.”

A soft click of the tongue, a sound only Compress can really make correctly; no one knows where he learned it from but it works on all of them, makes them listen. “Even if we don’t end up keeping them, I’d like to pay a visit to their parents.” It’s as much of a request as anything that Compress says, and he knows the way that the visit will end. He really doesn’t give half a fuck what Compress does in his free time, even if that’s killing random people; especially not if it’s killing abusers.

“Did the kid want anything else?” Dabi asks, “They can’t be serious about that being the only thing.” He shrugs, “the only thing that’s of concern is that they don’t want to share the real names of the others that they’re working with so that we can’t kill them or blackmail them.” Dabi arches a brow in confusion, “Does the kid just not give a shit about themself?” Tomura snorts, says,” The kid knows where they stand with Keigo. They know that they’re protected even if the protection means giving everything up.”

Tomura is well versed in the study of almost every type of quirk and over his studies, he’s learned that there’s a certain… possessiveness that comes with being a mutant, something that Keigo has in spades. Sometimes, Keigo reminds Tomura of his master, of the single most important lesson that his Sensei ever taught him, to keep what is his close to your chest, and never let it go. If it tries to leave, make certain it can’t. The league wouldn’t leave- can’t leave, they’ve all been through too much together but Keigo’s intern, that grew up without other mutants, that holds themself together with the same kind of spite that Tomura recognizes in himself is perfectly capable of leaving and refusing themself something that he knows most mutants need.

“It’s not the worst plan that I’ve ever heard of,” Dabi says lightly and from him, that’s practically a complement. “That doesn’t really answer the question boss, do you want the kid or not?”

Here’s the thing, taking the 1-a brats on would be a big risk and he likes where they are right now, likes the degree of safety that they have with the PLF. Even if there is risk, he knows the risk, has it calculated down to a T and has plans for every contingency that he can think of. Introducing the brats would be a risk that he doesn’t have calculated nor planned for.

The upsides of taking in the hero brats are the wealth of information and power that all of them come with, as well as a fierce loyalty to one another that he can use against them if he needs to. Dabi asked him ‘do you want the kid’ in the exact same way before they took the bakugou kid. He said yes then, didn’t think of the consequences, wonders to this day if everything would be better had he said no. Shakes his head to clear the thought out and really considers the question. Tokoyami is coming to them willingly, asking him to protect them, to keep hero society from hurting more people.

“Any final objections?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. When there are none:

“Keigo, you can bring the kid out,” he says in lieu of answering, because he knows that Keigo’s been listening this entire time, because he knows that a real answer will have Dabi gloating for the next several months.

It’s the kid that comes out first, head held high, and strong. The kid’s got guts, and he can respect them for that. Keigo follows, a big smile on his face, it’s not a nice smile, not really. It’s the same kinda smile he gets when when he can get back at the society that scorned him and his people.

“My league has agreed to add your party to ours, and all conditions of the agreement will be met.” The kid blinks at him with demonically bright red eyes. “If anyone here hurts my flock, there bodies will not be found.” It’s not much of a threat, and he suspects that the kid isn’t trying for threat. It’s a promise. “The names?” He says, doesn’t respond to the threat/promise.

He’s given a regal nod.

“As you all know I am Aishi. My collaborators are as follows. Yōki who has been working on freeing Kurogiri is Shinsou Hitoshi, Akira, the person who is collaborating with Mr. Compress is Aoyama Yuuga,” he know that his face must make an expression that he didn’t want because the kid’s too sharp eyes zero in on him. they don’t comment, continue, “Shirabe,” Himiko makes a happy sound, “is Jirou Kyota and letsune, Dabi’s point of contact is two people. Todoroki Shouto and Todoroki Fuyumi.”

[tewwor-moving]

interaction call ( mysterious inn group ) — yet another call for interactions revolving around the lore for this inch-resting inn. aka an interaction call solely for the following muses :o) if you don't specify who you'd like, i will be randomizing them.

haneul — sorcerer. if that’s even their real name... ( it’s not ). proprietor of a wayward inn for those lost and in need of shelter. expertly hidden from plain sight and can only be found when led by odd animals that posses glowing eyes. curious enough to step into the establishment? excellent choice, for full satisfaction is guaranteed once your name is added to the ledger. oh, and one last thing — whatever you do, don’t even think about harming them ‘lest you’d prefer to have this as your final destination. 

dhrish amin — nightjar familiar . not a single braincell in that pretty head. familiar to haneul, sometimes guides potential customers to the inn, a bundle of energy and surprises — he’s an all around good time with a penchant to get into weird situations. might be a mess but he's fairly outstanding with being a guide to the labyrinth of the everchanging inn.  you've got lobby right here, all sorts of magical shops over there, and— oh! right, rooms are up to the left, past supply closet, right, left, left, and right again!

hyun jiah — mythical tiger. the idiom of ‘back when tigers used to smoke’, but literal. part of the inn as a storyteller that can tell tales for days upon end. some even say that the stories this tiger’s come to collect have a sway with truths that can be altered to reality. others say a powerful boon can be traded for one’s life story — though this oftentimes means the tiger will hold possession over that person’s life in some manner.

bu doyun — haetae. coming out of the cage and he’s been doing just.. decent. jkjk, but seriously — he’s the most fickle, isolated grouch around that’s just begun to subject himself to the living world again. serves as hidden security to haneul’s inn — sometimes as a stone figure out front and other times as some random schmuck indoors near the lobby ( always with a frown, always with a comically large bell around his neck ).  if you're of the Dangerous variety outdoors then you'll have the honor of seeing him shift into a humanoid form just so he can berate and deter your entrance ( and if that doesn't work.. well, ever have a buff statue hand u ur own ass? ).

hak minji — human, allegedly ( totally a mythical red crown crane with fortune influences ). fully eccentric lady, surprisingly loving mother, deeply profound with the knowledge of all things lost. comes from a lineage of enigmatic folk that maintain ownership over this shop of wonders. anything a person could ever desire can be bought here, but only if they're allowed entrance. aka if doyun thinks someone worthy. sends a little birdy ( totally not chinmae ) with gifts of good fortune occationally.

ransom — harpy . a being that deals in memories . the only form of payment he takes is by the trade of memories that are of equal value. happy ones are highly sought for( naturally ) whereas sadder ones aren’t as much — though there are some that seek out painful memories for whatever reason. he can even concoct something that can let a person experience a memory they’ve forgotten / never known, but those are the priciest of them all. oh, and sometimes… he eat some memories but you didn’t hear that from me.

[klonoadreams]

Favorite paldean pkmn 🤔

OBVIOUSLY, the Tinkaton line is forever become one of my favorites. It's a gremlin fairy that makes hammers and like, my first reaction to seeing Tinkatuff (because my friend, Ali, was on a Pokedex filling spree and often evolved her Pokemon first before mine and showed it off to me, which helped me avoid spoilers) was "OH MY GOD SHE"S SO BUTCH I LOVE HER"

like the softest of butches with a love for pink and hammers, I LOVE HER SO MUCH. ahhhh

Flamigo is like...I love Flamingos so much. They are WEIRD birds. I love birds, but Flamigo is also your amigo who kicks the shit out of things. It's nice to give Hawlucha another fighty bird friend, alongside Blaziken, Hisuian Decidueye, and Quaquaval.

SPEAKING OF QUAQUAVAL, I love this bird line so much. My reaction to Quaxwell was "OH MY GOD, IT LOOKS SO DOOFY I LOVE HER" and the fact that she does ballet poses???? I kept resetting for a female Quaxly so I could name her Ahiru from Princess Tutu (was saving Hololive's duck, Subaru, for a different run). So finding out the Quaxly line turned into Dancer was a NICE surprise!!!

Quaxwell might've been peak puberty stage (some middle stages are so OBVIOUSLY like the biggest puberty stages for some mons), but then info came out on Crocalor, and the little guy actually SCREAMS whenever they use their fire, because it['s close to their vocal cords. And their voice can be destructive, not that beautiful and soothing as it later becomes Skeledirge. (side note, I love the Dia de los Muertos/Mariachi combo going on with the Fuecoco line - my indigenous mexican ass is proud of this mariachi croc with its fire birdy friend)

Quaquaval is like my samba friend, I love them so much. The way it always dances, and just poses. Hypes you up sometimes lmao. :D

I love the Wattrel line, but also Kilowattrel is SO FUCKING HUGE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

During my Nuzlocke, I caught a nearby Maschiff, ignoring my dupes clause because I didn't want to go through the effort of leveling up the one in the box since she was level 10, so I decided "alright, I need someone for Tulip - named Tuli in Spanish - SO COME HERE CHUNGI"

this was shortly after Larry killed my Kilowattrel (by the by, these birds are SO fragile), and I wasn't expecting to get so DAMN attached, like "I will literally die for Chungi" and he made it with me to the final battle.

Had all the fang moves, and had Guard Dog as an ability. So it was like Chungi just wanted to protecc. (he was also like one of my tankiest mons because I gave him the assault vest)

Also the Smoliv line - like I love them all so much, my little boy, Manzanilla (fun fact - there is a Spanish olive called manzanilla) was the one who didn't get used as often as my Tinkaton, but whenever he came out, he would always end up saving my ass. I got into a position come the POkemon League, where I was like "oh fuck, I don't have any moves for you and I can't be assed to collect materials to craft more TMs...have this Reflect on me"

literally have been saved by my Arboliva so much. I have such a soft spot for this little doll-like olive line. It's really nice. (hilariously enough, I keep running into male Smoliv when I was shiny hunting, despite the 50/50 on gender, this is the opposite for Flittle and Espathra, I run into less male than female, despite it being 50/50)

I love Koraidon a lot too, I love how doofy it is when it runs and swims. But the way it climbs, LIKE I CAN SEE ITS PADS ON ITS FEET.

And then there's the Nacli line, who I kept calling Minecraft, despite giving mine a name (I had to go catch another after I lost my first one, and like, she didn't get used as much as her predecessor, but I still appreciated her presence). I love them. Salty boys that made me go "oh this is perfect for me" since i plan on going back to finish my chemistry degree and HAVE worked as a lab technician. :V

i love these guys so much....Paldea is fun, and I also absolutely LOVE Gholdengo. Fun fact: it turns out I am less than a hundred coins away from getting one, which is funny cuz I was like, around my friends, "how many coins do I have? lol not e fucking nough"

and then I check and was all "bruh."

Idk HOW, but god damn, I am SO CLOSE. Scarnoa is definitely getting a Gholdengo (as well as a Smoliv and Tinkatink).

She's got birds (THERE ARE SO MANY BIRDS HERE), and then she has her non birds. She loves them all. :V

[larcher0001]

Billy Hargrove Speech Pattern Breakdown

I haven't seen season 4 yet so I expect this to be inaccurate.

I like overanalyzing people. It's sort of my thing at this point.

I'm looking at Billy's speech patterns for some fan thing I'm thinking of writing, and I like this clip in particular, so I'll share how I interpret it.

I just going until Billy comes inside btw.

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Billy pulls up, and Steve is there, right.

If I recall correctly, the two scenes before this were the one w/ his father and the one w/ Nancy's ma.

So, I imagine Billy's thinking, this night's just getting better and better, throughout this clip.

He knew from the jump Billy was finna fight Steve. That might be why he took off his jacket.

Billy seems in a pretty good mood, and I presume he just thought this was a get together of some sort. Until Steve doesn't answer why he's there. I presume that's sus to Billy as his tone shifts:

"Looking for my step-sister. Little birdie told me she was here." Billy says.

Billy looks at the window, where Max is. He expects Steve to just go get Max and bring her outside.

"Huh. That's weird. I don't know her." Steve denies.

It wasn't a question. It was a fact. Billy knows she's there and Steve told a boldface lie. So, Billy gets a tad bit irritated:

"Small, red-read. Bit of a bitch." Billy says.

Then Steve lies again. I swear Billy has to collect himself from the way he paused. I assume Billy found this weird creepy. Deciding to give Steve one last chance, Billy continues.

But Steve doesn't budge either and Billy just gets more and more agitated:

"My 13-year-old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you. In a stranger's house. And you lie to me about it."

I've always noticed how Billy called Max is sister, but I truly think it's only because he finds the situation creepy. Not strange. Creepy.

It'd give me the "heebie jeebies" too.

Billy also just straight up told Steve he knows Max is here.

Steve laughs, and denies Max being there Again.

This amuses Billy. How is Steve gonna lie to his face 4 times in a row.

Once again expecting to retrieve Max, Billy's done with charades and points Max out. A great reminder to Steve that Billy's not his friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I notice after watching a few dozen times that Billy used a lot of flavor (for a lack of a better word) when he talks. Very playful in his speech.

"Am I dreaming or..."

"...amigo."

"...a little birdie told me..."

"...heebie jeebies."

"Well well well..." [Not part of the section I'm looking at specifically but it's a lil after]

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[Can you tell I am obsessed w/ that fact that he said "heebie jeebies"?]

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Woo! That was fun.