#fantastic observation sir

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

guys listen listen listen im going insane about the artist attention to detail with their designs holy fucking shit man look at them look at them they genuinely look like fraternal twins and the children of their parents in actual character structure, not just colors holy fucking Shit.

Emizel has Jeffrey's hair color on top but the Queen's hair color closer to the roots where his undercut is. Emizel also has Jeffery's eye shape and the Queen's eyebrow shape!! He has the Queen's cheek bone and jaw shape but Jeffery's chin shape, and he also has Jeffery's overall mouth shape with the stern flat line.

Shilo has the Queen's eye shape and Jeffery's eyebrow shape. He has the Queen's cheekbone and chin shape, but Jeffery's jaw shape. He also has the Queen's overall mouth shape, with the little bow in the center. ALSO!! VERY TINY DETAIL!! but where the light hits jefferys hair and eyebrow in the upper left, its the same golden shade as shilos hair!!

and then on both of them, they both have the same nose, with the Queen's bridge shape but the fathers nose tip shape.

You thought it ends there? No Sir!!!! Even their body structures match!!! Emizel has the Queen's body structure with wider shoulders and hips and narrower waist in a general hourglass silhouette structure, while Shilo has Jeffery's general body shape with the broader/rounder chest and straighter narrower hips providing more power and definition to the upper body

Anyway, to the artist - you did a fantastic job I love them Dearly so so much,, if im Correct in these observations that so fucking cool of you incredible skills there im devouring it,, if im Not Correct then my apologies im simply utterly insane about this show and their designs and im searching for enrichment

[olderthannetfic]

I feel like such a hypocrite reblogging all these posts about how people like male characters more than female ones even if they have similar personalities/roles/wtv, but I read about this stuff precisely because I relate to it. "People think everything men do is cool and everything women do is either weak or Mary Sue" -- yes, it's me, I'm people. It's not like I do it deliberately or I'm proud of it, but I can observe and acknowledge the empirical fact that female characters just produce a very different emotional reaction in me than male ones.

I guess I like the safe distance of projecting onto characters who 1. are more obviously not me and 2. are judged less harshly than me (bc everything men do is cool) and that's not my fault, it's the patriarchy's, but then I can't challenge it. I can't say "women can be just as cool and we shouldn't be judged more harshly", I can only say "yea women suck let me forget I am one" like I'm still in my 9gag nlog tween phase -- or well, I can *say* the former, but I keep *acting and feeling* like the latter. And btw I'm not just talking about consuming media, where all you can choose from is what's on offer; I'm also talking about creating my own fanfics, which are all about men.

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The reason a lot of those posts are so obnoxious is that they're just people wallowing in guilt and projecting.

The fact is, lots of people do like female characters. There's plenty of fiction about women. There's plenty of fic about women. There is not, in fact, some grand, existential problem where nobody cares about the ladies. If you aren't seeing this fic or original media, that's different from it not existing.

Two, your own fanfics? FFS. If you consume media that is a sausagefest, then of fucking course, your fic will be about dudes.

Just the other day, I spotted a story I hadn't read by a fantastic fantasy novelist. I hadn't looked her up much beyond buying her trilogy, and what do you know: she actually says who she is in fandom openly!

I was entertained to find out that her big thing is kylux. You really wouldn't guess based on her pro work, which is about a harried female doctor taking care of supernatural patients. I remember those books being a refreshing change from my usual diet of nothing but slash fic. It's not just that there's a female lead but that they take a nuanced look at female characters.

Personally, as a writer, I wasn't ready to write much about women until I was better at writing overall, and my more self inserty characters aren't usually going to be women anyway unless they're like Julia from the Hilary Tamar series.

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If you're uncomfortable with yourself, you can try to change, sure.

But fandom is full of this obnoxious plague where people think that it's the job of each person to make there be more female characters. This isn't necessary. Even if we want media or fic to be more balanced overall, it doesn't follow that each person needs to produce a balanced body of work.

Why should you in particular care about female characters?

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But beyond all that, oh my fucking lord, I am so tired of that species of post that's like "Gosh, why is slash fandom, where people go to be horny over dudes and/or have self inserty feelings about them, not more full of stuff about ladies? It's so tragic how we all want to get rid of our boobs and wear men's clothing and be addressed as sir, just like all the other girls. What's up with that? It must be misogyny."

With a totally straight face.

Every god damn time.

[idembroiderthat]

Next ghost up: Sir Humphrey Bone, played by the beyond fantastic Laurence Rickard. Sir Humphrey is more than just a pretty face. He’s a hero. A martyr. Observer of shoes. An occasional volleyball. A rooftop lookout. And 75% of him was once Fanny’s paramour.

[kiiwiigii]

Love 

Demetri x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Stupid mushy, romantic love-making. 

Warnings: 

NSFW 18+ 

Smut 

Oral (F. Recieving)

Word Count: 1.6k+ 

Requested?: For Kinktober! 

Ooooh slow and romantic high heels and demetri would be fantastic like with the kissing up the leg trope you see in movies 

A/N: This is sickeningly mushy. You're welcome. 

The night had been a whirlwind. I was never a huge fan of the balls that the Masters were so big on throwing, but with Demetri by my side, it was tolerable. Well, more than tolerable, but I wasn't going to tell him that. 

"Darling." 

Speak of the devil. I looked up from my glass of wine to see my mate, handsome in his suit and bow tie, one of the few vampires in a more up-to-date outfit. He was a sight for sore eyes. Being a part of the elite guard he had quite a bit of schmoozing to do with the guests, while I was more of an observer. 

He gave me a cheeky grin as he appeared next to me, leaning in and placing a kiss on the pulse point on my neck. 

"Excuse me, sir." I raised a brow at him. "My lips are up here." 

His grin widened and he leaned in, kissing me softly. My eyes fluttered shut as I reached up to pull him closer by the back of his neck. I was sure that happiness was practically radiating off of me. 

Demetri pulled back and booped my nose with his. 

"You look ravishing, darling." 

"I think that's the third time you've told me that tonight, Demetri." I giggled. 

"Because it's true. Do you ever tire of hearing it?" 

I paused a moment, pretending to think. "No." 

Demetri rolled his eyes, his grin replaced by a soft smile as he looked me over. I couldn't help the blush that spread across my cheeks. Demetri may be a goofball outside of his official duties but there is also another side of him, a more protective and romantic side. 

Like most of the Volturi, Demetri didn’t particularly care for humans, that is until he found me. 

"It's getting late, my love. Perhaps it is time to retire." He murmured in my ear, and I looked up at him confused. 

"As much as I would like that, don't you need to stay here a little longer?" 

"No. I've done my duties for the night, and you are more important than any of this." He waved his hand as if he was already bored. 

And perhaps he was. 

I relaxed, and nodded my head, letting him lead me out of the ballroom with his hand on the small of my back. We nodded to the vampires on guard duty as we swept out into the hall, and Demetri's hand left my back to grasp my hand, lifting it to place a kiss on the back of it. 

The walk back was slow and easy, both of us relishing the other's company as the night wound down. I was tired, and my feet hurt from the heels that Heidi had shoved me into. Demetri seemed to notice my predicament because before I knew it, he had swept me off my feet and continued onwards to our room. 

"I can walk, you know." 

"I know." 

I shook my head in exasperation, too tired, and if I was being honest, lazy to fight him on it. Besides, I quite enjoyed being carried around. Although I would never breathe a word of it to Demetri, I'm sure he suspected it. 

When we reached our room he sat me down on the bed carefully, kissing my forehead gently before pulling away. 

"I'll go run a bath for you, darling." 

Demetri disappeared, and less than a moment later I heard the bath water running. 

I stood carefully, shimmying my way out of my dress, and getting ready to shuck off my heels when I heard Demetri's voice behind me. 

"Did I ever tell you how good you look in just lingerie and heels?" 

I turned around to find him looking me up and down with darkened eyes, his stare lingering on my red heels. I felt the hot blush rise to my cheeks, my arms wrapping around myself, embarrassed. 

"I think you missed your calling, darling." He purred, stepping closer. 

"Oh? And what is that?" I quirked a brow at him. 

Demetri stepped closer, crowding me against the bed. His hands moved to rest on my hips as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear. 

"I think you should have been a model, my love." He purred, his voice dropping low. "You have a natural beauty that is unmatched." 

I couldn't help but giggle. "Now you're being ridiculous, Demetri." 

"Ridiculous?" He laughed softly, his grip tightening. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, my love. I cannot imagine my life without you." 

He leaned in then, lips ghosting over mine as he tugged me close. I moaned softly, reaching up to drape my arms over his shoulders. His hands ran down my back, cupping my ass as he brought me in closer. I could feel his hardness against my stomach, and I whimpered, pressing closer. 

"Your bath is almost ready, darling." 

"I can think of something better than a bath. And I think you can too." 

Demetri growled, his grip tightening. He kissed me then, pushing me gently backward onto the plush bed. I giggled as he took one of my ankles in his hands, and proceeded to slowly kiss his way up my leg, little by little, until he reached my thighs… 

I shivered as he nosed my panties aside and his tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped when his tongue slipped inside of me. I could feel his smile against my skin, and I moaned, pressing closer.  

Demetri was relentless, his tongue swirling around my clit as his thumb brushed over my bundle of nerves. I could feel myself getting close, and I whimpered, arching up to meet his gaze. 

Then, without warning, he pulled away, and I moaned in disappointment. 

"Demetri, please." 

"Patience, my love." He chuckled, his hands moving to rest on my hips as he looked up at me. "I have just begun to tease you." 

"You're killing me here." 

"I suppose I am." He grinned, leaning in to kiss me. "But I promise, I will make it up to you." 

His deft fingers found their way into my pussy then, the coolness sending shivers through me. 

He slowly stroked me, his fingers seeming to find every single spot that made me gasp. I could feel my wetness seeping out of me, coating his fingers as he fucked me slowly with his hand. 

I moaned then, arching off the bed as his thumb found my clit, pressing against it, rolling it between his fingers. I could feel the orgasm building inside me yet again, and I whimpered, my hands grasping the sheets as I ground myself against his hand, willing the coil to unravel in that delicious way I was so desperate for. He chuckled, kissing me deeply, his tongue languid and slow, moving against mine in a sensual mimicry of what his fingers were doing. 

"Please, Demetri." I whined, nearly writhing beneath him. 

He didn't reply, choosing to increase his pace instead, his thumb flicking my clit faster. With a gasp, I came then, warmth flooding through me and I shuddered, my nails digging into his back as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.  

"That's it, Y/N." He whispered. "Come for me, darling." 

I collapsed against the bed then, a sated puddle of goo. Demetri chuckled; his breath warm against my skin as he kissed me slowly. 

"We're not done here yet, darling." 

I started to grin, but I moaned when I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. 

"Please, baby." I whimpered as he slowly began to press into me, stretching me to accommodate him. When I was finally spread around his cock I sighed, sinking into the bed. 

"That's it, love." He groaned, his grip on my hips tightening. "God, you feel good." 

I shivered, moaning as he began to thrust into me slowly, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, my heels digging into his back. I could feel him stretching me out, rubbing against my g-spot in just the right way that had me seeing stars. 

"You feel so good, Demetri." I gasped, my hands grasping his shoulders. 

"I exist to give you pleasure my love." He murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. "That is all I am, that is all I have ever been." 

"You give me so much more, Demetri." I breathed as he thrust into me again. 

"This is everything to me, Y/N. I am yours, always." 

Who knew that visiting Italy would lead to a life such as this? To finding a love like this? 

I could feel Demetri nuzzling against my throat before his teeth sunk into the skin there, the sharp pain just enough to send me over the edge. I cried out, eyes widening in surprise and my walls clenching around his cock as my orgasm hit me like a freight train out of nowhere.  

Demetri grunted, his hips grinding into mine as he found his release as well. His body shivered, and I could feel his breath against my throat, his tongue flicking out to lick the beads of blood that ran from the wound he had left behind. 

Why was I not turning? Had he sucked the venom out without me knowing? My thoughts were running rampant before Demetri caught my attention. 

"I sucked the venom out, love. Don't worry." 

His grip loosened on my hips, and he pulled away, his eyes resting on me lovingly. 

"Mmm. I never get tired of seeing you like this." He purred, kissing me slowly. "You are so beautiful." 

"And you're biased." I murmured, smiling. 

"Perhaps." 

He leaned down and kissed me again before pulling away abruptly. 

"Shit." 

He disappeared and I sat up in confusion. 

"Demetri?" 

His head poked out from the bathroom door and that's when I also realized that he was still dressed. Forget turning. I furrowed my eyebrows and opened my mouth to ask him how on earth he still had clothes on when he cut me off, looking rather sheepish. 

"We may have flooded our bathroom, darling." 

{Kinktober} // {Masterlist}

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Please more mr puzzles x Reader ! 

Yes sir

You always enjoyed television, ever since you were a young child, you would dream of acting in movies. So far though, you have been rejected by multiple studios for "not being good enough ". You grew depressed for a while, and you lost the motivation to do art. One day, as you were walking in an alley way, you got taken by someone with long ass arms and took you inside a studio. You panicked. Great, the Italian Mafia caught up with you and now you're going to get your ass whooped for stealing their spaghetti. To your surprise (and relief) that it was actually someone else. A tall man with a TV for a head. He extended his hand for you to shake, a very polite gesture.

"Hello, my good friend! My name is Mr. Puzzles, pleasure to meet you! And your name is?" His voice was very loud and bombastic, his energetic was through the roof, his hand was shaking super fast, which made you very dizzy. You managed to utter out your name, and he smiled widely. He practically dragged you onto a set. The kind you'd find on TV sitcoms. He set you on the stage and sat on a director chair, he snapped his fingers and the spotlight was on you now. He was waiting expectantly, his legs crossed and a hand on his... TV chin. You were confused, and asked him what he wanted.

"Act! Dance! Sing! Just impress me!" He said with a giant smile on his face. You were pretty nervous. You have to make a great impression, you didn't wanna get murdered after all. So you take a deep breath, and start sing. Your voice was so delicate and breathtaking, it was fantastic and mesmerizing to any ears nearby. Mr. Puzzles stopped smiling. He wasn't angry or anything, he was just... Shocked. In all his years of watching television, he had never heard a voice so beautiful. And he started to observe your looks now, and my god, you looked like an angel to him. You were the most gorgeous being he had ever seen, and he watched all the movies with Margot Robbie in them! Once you were finished, you noticed that he wasn't smiling anymore and was just staring at you. You grew more anxious by the minute and laughed nervously, not knowing what to do. Mr. Puzzles had no words, he started stuttering and muttering nonsense, he couldn't take your voice out of his head! He got up and started clapping and cheering, you could see tears in his eyes. He ran up and hugged you, you were shocked but hugged him back. "Thank you! You are just the right person for me! You were stunning! Absolutely stunning! Be here tomorrow at 10 in the morning, with your gorgeous voice and even more gorgeous face, this show will be fantastic!" He said with enthusiasm. You blushed from his complements and smiled, you left in a good mood. You were now going to be a star!

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Hannibal? Meeting Mads at RDC6

Following on from meeting Hugh in Boston and gifting him a copy of Adapt. Evolve. Become: The Genderqueer Fandom of NBC's Hannibal, I wanted to gift a copy to Mads.

No disrespect to Mads, but I wasn't expecting (and didn't get) the same sort of interaction I had with Hugh. I've met Mads at many cons before, including one in 2018 right before I had top surgery where I had a lovely chat with him about queer and trans Fannibals.

But I've noticed over the years, including from accounts of other Fannibals too, that he's become much more guarded in his conversations. Which is fair, his star has been forever on the rise and he's been working for bigger studios and properties. But as a trans person, I am always very cautious when people become much less vocal about something they previously seemed to support - though I do acknowledge that some people just don't want to get dragged into what they see as a volatile issue. And I knew, given how much more stoic he's become, and the time limitations of signings at cons, that this would be the case regardless of his personal point of view.

Also (and I've mentioned this before in posts about his answers on con panels), Mads has a habit of just saying what he thinks people want to hear, and what will get the biggest reaction - he's a master at fanservice. Which even includes repeating the same stories (Fragile Little Teacup for example). Which again, is not a criticism, but an observation and another reason why I was pretty nervous about meeting him again. And that was BEFORE a couple of different Fannibals approached me with concerns that some of the things he'd said at RDC6 hinted that he might be making a movie that may include a trans character in an unflattering way. (I'm still on the fence about whether that was his meaning, but I'm glad I'm already pretty emotionally divorced from him since he did FB).

ANYWAY! I had talked with the fantastic wholeanddeadly before the event and we agreed on getting his brilliant "F**k transphobia Grindelwald" art print signed in order to auction it for trans charity (in fact we ended up getting two!). As we knew in advance we would be doing this, I wanted to let Mads know, because I don't feel right auctioning something without someone's knowledge if we had already made that plan.

So, this is what happened:

I was maybe third of forth in the queue (which was huge), so this was going to be a whistle stop and I'd thought carefully how to frame it and use my words wisely. So I walked up and he said "Hello, Sir!"

Which, thanks! (always love getting correctly gendered!)

I asked "May I give you a gift", and he said "Yes, of course!"

Whilst I was getting the book out of my back I told him that I met him in 2018 right before I had gender affirming surgery and he was very kind to me. His response was along the lines of "Oh yeah?"

I continued to tell him that since then, I have been involved a lot with of the trans and non-binary Fannibals and we made this book because of what the show means to us. He took it and flicked through and stopped at some of the art and admired it. He asked if it was just about Hannibal, and I said yes because I totally blanked in the moment, so the HEU stuff will be a nice surprise for him, lol.

Then the art print got passed over by his helper and I said I didn't want him to personalise the photo as I wanted to auction it to a charity that supports trans youth if he's OK with that. And he replied "you can do anything you like with it, man." I said thanks, and we were all done.

Whilst on the surface this was all good, I was definitely struck by the difference between this and times I'd met him before (especially in 2018). And perhaps it was just down to him being more guarded, but it felt very... standoffish. Which is fine, it is what it is.

The funniest thing is that Mads often signs the characters name on the things he signs, and the one we already had signed the day before via a friend, he didn't put the character name on it. On the one he signed for me, he did: Hannibal.

I saw him hesitate part way through signing the name but it just made me chuckle at the potential that this character meant so little to him he didn't recall his name and then the next day confused him for another character - Trans Rights Wizard Hannibal!

Anyway. I hope he reads the book. I hope he gets something out of it. I hope he's not making a transphobic movie.

And I hope you'll all check out @transhanniday on here (and on Twitter), where the two signed prints and some other bits will be going up for auction soon! The proceeds will be going to UK trans youth charity Mermaids, the same charity that Deadly supported with his original art prints.

[shibara]

More Malevolent fanart! This time sponsored by Characters With 10 Minutes Of Airtime And 200 What If Head-Canons.

Been reading a bunch of fantastic Uncle stuff and it made me want to draw this ram sir a lot.

Here you can see him observing Arthur in pajamas falling down a ledge 4 storeys high into the snow below. He is not impressed.

[soot-and-salt]

Ever have an intrusive thought and then spend way too much time on it?

Anyway, here are the characters from Hazbin Hotel and what D&D class they are

CLERIC

Of course Charlie would be a cleric. She cares about her friends and wants to see them happy and healthy. She'd spam Bless as often as she could during battle and would make sure everyone gets healed up as much as she can. No one is going down in a fight if Charlie has anything to say about it.

SORCERER

Alastor is a shrewd, calculating, and powerful member of any team. One way a sorcerer gets their magical powers is through the favor of an otherworldly influence and that fits the Radio Demon to a "tea". From his shadows to his weird eldritch tentacles, he would be a powerful arcane castor that doesn't have the limitations or glass canon HP of a wizard. Just don't multi-class and make any warlock deals for two extra spell slots, okay? They're not worth it, man.

PALADIN

An ex-exorcist angel hellbent on defending her friends? Vaggie couldn't be anything else but a paladin! With her own code of ethics and a holy weapon, there's nothing that would stop her from keeping the hotel (and Charlie) safe. Versatile on the field of battle, able to wound and heal, and with an Oath of Devotion to keep her going you better hope you don't end up on the other end of her justice (or her temper).

BARD

Cliche, maybe, but Angel is both a fantastic fighter and a fantastic singer who would definitely try to roll to seduce someone if given the chance. You know he'd throw out Inspiration like candy if he could, with a wink and a blown kiss to really help you roll high with that d6, and his use of Vicious Mockery would be downright impressive. Plus, when a song just won't do the trick, he'd be absolutely lethal in battle too.

MONK

Listen, it's not my fault there's a Way of the Drunken Master monk class, okay? But beyond that, Husker fights like a monk. He uses playing cards like throwing stars and would spam the fuck out of ki points if he had them. He's a hit and run fighter, tossing loaded exploding dice from afar rather than getting right up into the action. Do we know if he can do martial arts? No, but he's observant, patient, and steadfast, all great qualities in a monk.

ARTIFICER

Sir Pentious is real good at building stuff, you guys. Half of the time it even works! That's better odds than most artificers, honestly.

BARBARIAN

C'mon.

C'mon.

WIZARD

Knows a hundred spells but only has like 10 HP and gets his ass beat by a deer. Wizard hubris is legendary and there's no one in the Pentagram with more hubris than this flat screen in a sweater vest. Yes Vox, you can cast Lightning Bolt, we're all very proud.

[kalixora]

Desert rose

Soap x 141 reader

I've never played COD nor do I plan to. I cracked because of all the other stories and Tiktoks. If things are inaccurate I apologize in advance.

Reader can sing

Undercover

Possible part two?

Call sign: Bumblebee 

Price handed you a dossier to read at, and you peered at it for a minute before glaring at your boss.

“You want me to what?” 

"I want you to go undercover as a performer," Price remarked gradually.

"A performer?" Gaz asked, his face furrowed.

Soap started to snicker and you and Gaz both looked at each other with distraught eyes. "What type of performer?"

"Get your head out of the gutter, MacTavish," you said with a groan, tossing the file on the table. " I doubt I would be of any assistance in this department, sir, with all due respect."

Soap retrieved the file from the table and examined it, with Ghost gazing over his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Bonny , you'd be fantastic in this department," Soap replied with a wink. Your eyes rolled as you heard this.

"The buyer will be there tonight, Bee, it's too late to find someone now," Price spoke as he handed you another file. "We leave in an hour, here the information you'll need. Alright meeting dismissed."

You aimed daggers at Price's head, knowing he could call anyone with the flick of a wrist, and Kate would have made sure of it. Fuck, she could be in on it. You thought to yourself.

"Aye, bumblebee, got a minute?" Soap calls to you. You sighed as you walked over to him. "What is it, MacTavish?"

Soap rubbed the back of his neck lightly with his fingers. "Er- you looked a little bothered, I was just wondering if you were alright?"

You lifted your brow at the Scottish man in front of you. "You called me over here…to see if I was okay? Really?”

"Yeah...I know you avoid doing undercover missions since it's not really your style-"

"Speed it up MacTavish." You breathed. Soap sighed, and you saw a change in his mood; his gaze seemed to soften as he stared at you. He put his hand on your shoulder and gave you a light squeeze. "I'm here for ya, I got your back."

You nodded and squeezed Soap's hand before turning around and walking down the corridor, clenching onto the file in your hand.

If Soap was being really honest with himself, he had a hard time getting his eyes off of you ever since the day you two met. He observed you as you walked down the hall, meticulously inspecting you from head to toe. The day you were introduced to the team for the first time. When you stared at him, he felt as if he had no words for the first time in his life, and you stung his heart. For him, the name bumblebee was perfect for you; it fitted you well.

You were beautiful, stunning, and absolutely breathtaking. He wasn't the only one who noticed; he also noticed other people stealing glances at you. The notion of you being closer to someone else with all his pent-up sentiments just waiting to spill out sacred him at times.

He also knew you despised undercover assignments because of your history, but although understanding they were part of the job, you pushed through them. He admired that about you, you were sweet but also a kick ass solider.

"Soap."

Kate jolted Soap out of his stupor. Kate lifted her brow at him, and he noticed a bag in her hand. He figured it was for you. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Where's Y/N?"

"She just left, I think to her room," Soap said, indicating in the direction you had just come from. Kate nods and begins walking down the hall. As she continued down the corridor, Kate spoke up. "Oh, and one more thing, don't linger like that, you look ridiculous."

…

You were standing inside a dressing room, staring out the window, trying not to worry about having to perform in front of a large crowd for the sake of this mission.

A highly skilled and knowledgeable man who was capable of detonating several blocks' worth of buildings with the flick of a finger must be interrogated for information. But no one can get a hold of him, which is where you come in. You needed to lower his guard, get him to look at you, and give him a performance to remember... at least

Your stomach started to flutter with butterflies. "What am I doing here?" you wondered aloud. You looked down at your hands; they were clammy and dripping with perspiration. You began wiping them on the chair to prevent getting them on the fancy outfit Kate had bought for you. Kate claims it was quite expensive, and she want to have it returned in one piece so she may wear it on her date night.

For a brief period, you were transfixed by the flashing lights and dancing people. They were dancing carelessly, with one of the world's most lethal men inside, nonchalantly wandering around with blood on his hands.

"Bumblebee how copy?"

You scoffed smugly hearing a familiar Scottish accent, "I Copy."

"Told ya I got your back."

"My hero," you chuckled.

"How you feelin'? Your on in twenty."

"Nervous…anxious, I don't know honestly," you sighed.

"Ah, come on lass you'll be okay, if anything happens I'll pull you off the stage myself."

"And risk the mission and your like, nah I don't think so Soap."

"Trust me bee, your not the only one with stingers y'know."

"Pft, really, I might have to have a chat with Price about changing my code name," you laughed slightly.

"You better not even think about it lass."

"Mmm, we shall see soapy."

"Soapy huh?" You heard Soap chuckle a bit.

"I know it's not my best," you admitted with a giggle. You had to confess that hearing Soap's voice made you feel a little less anxious. You stood up from your seat and walked slowly towards the door.

"I'm going to the stage..."

"Copy, Good luck Bonny."

"Bonny? What's that mean?"

"I'll tell you... someday."

You emerged from the changing area and made your way to the backstage, where you saw other women leaving the stages. Judging by their attire, you could tell that these women were exotic dancers. As one of the women smiled and winked at you, you felt your cheeks flush. "Hey there, looking fine honey, knock em' dead out there."

A curvy woman came to a halt in front of you. You remained motionless as the lady observed you. She had blonde hair and brown eyes, and she circled you for a bit before humming. "What's your name dear?"

"Bonny," you said hastily.

That wasn't your alias.

"Come this way, Bonny," the lady said as she led you to the stage. "What are you performing, hun?"

"A song..."

"Shy little thing aren't you? Does the manager know your preforming?"

You said shakily, "Uh- yeah..."

You seized the microphone from the woman as she started to wave someone over; based on the way they stared at you, you assumed it was the manager. The DJ then gave you a thumbs up. During the woman's introduction of you to the crowd, everything fell silent. As you entered the stage's spotlight, you felt all the anxiety surge back towards you.

You closed your eyes and then reopened them, scouring the crowd for your objective. You started humming before you started singing.

Soap listened intently as you sang; when he heard your voice, which was calming, he felt as like he was being cast under a trance. And only then were you entrancing, the way you walked smoothly as if you hadn't been scared and stressed just seconds before.

You appeared calm up there, as if you belonged there. You looked like an angel with your eyes half-lit as you swept the crowd until you made eye contact with him. He followed you as you walked to the edge of the stage, past a few people, and over to him, putting the mic between you and him.

At the exact second Soap was about to risk it all, you put your palm on his chest while gazing into his eyes. "I got sharp edges, I get defensive too lost to care, middle finger in the air, I'm sorry that I scared ya, be my protector when I cross the Sahara... Take me there, take me there and-"

He wanted to follow you, spin you around in his arms. He breathed out. He closed his eyes as he heard your voice, allowing it to flood his mind. God- you were intoxicating. He opened his eyes starring up at the ceilings lights. He yearned for you above all else—he ached to hold you, touch you, feel you, hear you, and everything else. You and only you.

Your voice quickly returned to a murmur as you returned to the stage. The music stopped, and then a wave of whistles and cheering erupted.

"Good work bee." Soap heard Price say.

"I've got eyes on the target." Gaz said. "He's headed to the backrooms."

"Copy that," you said. "Going in."

...

You walked into your dressing room and were greeted by a tall man. He was dressed in a velvet suit and wore a gold watch around his wrist.

"Hello, sir. May I help you?" You speak gently. "Are you lost?"

"Ah no miss, I was actually looking for you," the man said, clearing his throat.

"What is it?"

"See, I never really do this since it's not really my thing- but I was captivated by your song, you have such a lovely voice miss," the man explained.

You made a phony giggle and said, "Thank you, appreciate it, but honestly it was all last minute."

"I wouldn't have suspected, and you're relatively beautiful, I should add."

You starred at the man curiously, "Thank you, your not so bad yourself," you trailed off. You needed him to look at you because the way he looked at you felt strange. You felt your cheeks flush, though, and for a brief moment, you pictured Soap. You wanted him to look at you. The way he stared at you, it was as if time had stopped for a split second.

"May I ask what your name is Ms?"

"Oh... it's Bonny...well my name is BB but I recently have found a new liking to the name Bonny."

"Hm... any particular reason why?"

"Well, it's just something someone close to me calls to me as," you stated as you sat in your chair. "I think it's adorable."

"I see…so, Ms Bonnie, would you like to join me tonight?"

"I'm not sure… I need to get home to my dad; I need to give him his medication before he signs me up for anything else," You scoffed.

"I'm sure your father will be okay without you for a night," the man murmured as he approached you, standing behind you.

You made a humming sound "A night —? I'm only worth a one-night stand?"

"Certainly not," the man responded with a deep chuckle, trailing his fingers along your shoulders. "You deserve the world, and I'm more than willing enough to give it you, a voice like yours deserves to be kept for one's ears alone."

"Is that what you say to every woman you meet, sir?" You giggled. You wanted to roll your eyes and walk out of the room. You didn't want him to touch you, you wanted Soap to. You wanted Soap here, you needed him here. You let out a sigh turning your head to look up at the man. You tilted your head at the man. "You never told me your name..."

The man grinned and extended his hand for you to take, remarking, "Let's get out of here so you can properly say it."

You gave the man a modest smile and placed your hand in his.

He led you rapidly outside the building, perhaps ready to engage in physical contact that you were trying to avoid at all costs. This is what happened the last time you went undercover, which made you hate them. You weren’t sure why Price wanted you to do this mission to be exact. If he wanted to hear you sing or something all he had to do was ask. The man led you to a car opening the door for you on the passenger side with a small gesture telling you to hop in. You sat in the seat with a nervous smile as the door shut.

Leaning your head back against the seat you sighed as the man got in the drivers seat turning the car on and making way to who knows where. Mid drive he placed his hand on your thigh giving it a firm squeeze, you wanted to slap his hand away. You closed your eyes, picturing Johnny’s hand on thigh…

“So… what brought you to out tonight?” You spoke up making sure your tone was curious.

“Just business.”

You tilted your head to look at the man, “You run your own company?”

“Yes, I do.”

You pretend to let out a amused hum as you placed your hand over the one on your thigh, “I’ve always wanted to do that, do you mind if I told you my idea?”

“This should interesting then, go on Bonny.”

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/17/2024) Episode: Fun in Flight

With a bag of parts and good news about First Order air defenses, the couple received a warm welcome back at the rebel section of the theme park.

Vi programmed their data pads so they could help get her X-wing “in working order” giving them cool hi-tech props to work with. Keenly aware it was the last day of their honeymoon, they set to work with a will, determined to experience this final mission before they left.

Noemi, whose background with robotics made her much more adept at this sort of thing, finished well before her husband.

She wandered over his way to observe and give him some friendly, teasing, advice. Catching him concentrating intensely on an imaginary weld, an “x-ray mask” shielding his face, she leaned in close and whispered: “I think you may have missed your calling sir”.

He jumped, grimacing as his “repair” errored out. “Oh, this is fine” he replied, starting over “although “Press X to repair fighter” is more my speed.”

At long last Vi cleared them to climb into the cockpit, which descended into a bumpy hidden tunnel as they “took off” into the sky projected on the impressive displays serving as the windows of their ride. Noemi, knowing how much Luigi had been looking forward to this, let him take the pilot’s seat.

Things started out well, with him baiting a First Order supply ship as Noemi shot down drones and Vi’s recorded voice gave updates about the traps being laid for their target. Unfortunately, Luigi found himself panicking again when the larger ship loomed large on their tail, firing intimidating blasts across their shields. “Hang on!” he cried, frantically punching buttons and levers.

Increasing speed and dodging through the narrow confines of the petrified forest, he got a bit too far ahead of their dangerous prey, and they lost the chance to capture and raid the other vessel when it crashed into some rocks. “We’ll get em’ next time” the recording of Vi assured them as they disembarked, disappointed but still exhilarated by their high-speed adventure.

There would be no “next time” for Luigi and Noemi this trip. They had just enough time to say goodbye to their friends at the Cantina and take one last walk through the park before grabbing their bags from check in and teleporting back home to Sulani and the real life that awaited them.

As he stopped to “Til the Spire” with Noemi in front of the statue at the heart of Blackspire Outpost Luigi reflected that spending time at his favorite theme park with his favorite girl by his side had made for a fantastic honeymoon.

He silently hoped that the upcoming Starlight Accolade ceremony would be just as wonderful for them both.

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[medium-observation]

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Monty Python's Spamalot - Kennedy Center May 18, 2023 - Medium Observation Video | Matinée

Cast: James Monroe Iglehart (King Arthur), Leslie Rodriguez Kritzer (The Lady of the Lake), Matthew Saldivar (Patsy/Guard 2), Rob McClure (The Historian/Prince Herbert), Jimmy Smagula (Sir Bedevere/Dennis's Mother/Concorde), Alex Brightman (Sir Lancelot/The French Taunter/Knight of Ni/Tim the Enchanter), Nik Walker (Sir Galahad/The Black Knight/Prince Herbert's Father), Michael Urie (Sir Robin/Guard 1/Brother Maynard), Michael Fatica (Ensemble), Kaylee Olson (Ensemble), Ryan Kasprzak (Ensemble), Phillip Attmore (Ensemble), Daniel Beeman (Ensemble), Maria Briggs (Ensemble), Eloise Kropp (Ensemble), Daniel May (Ensemble), Shina Ann Morris (Ensemble), Kristin Piro (Ensemble)

Notes: Nice video of this hilarious show. Filmed from the orchestra. Lots of wideshots, which can lead to some washout at times. Beautiful zooms however on the cast (Alex Brightman fancam at times but it never takes away from the video!). Overall a great video of this Hilarious and perfect production.

NFT Date: December 1, 2023

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Hadestown - First US National Tour May 20, 2023 - Medium Observation Video | Matinée

Cast: Colin LeMoine (u/s Orpheus), Hannah Whitley (Eurydice), Matthew Patrick Quinn (Hades), Nyla Watson (u/s Persephone), Nathan Lee Graham (Hermes), Belén Moyano (Fate 1), Cecilia Trippiedi (u/s Fate 2), Dominique Kempf (Fate 3), Racquel Williams (Worker), Jemal Lee Harris (Worker), KC Dela Cruz (s/w Worker), Ian Coulter-Buford (s/w Worker)

Notes: Fantastic video of Colin's Orpheus Debut! there is a small head obstruction in the far left bottom that obstructs nothing but Hermes legs at times. This was a very unique and stressful show for the cast as they were down a worker and had everyone in the company on in the show. the show started almost 25 minutes late as they had to rehearse and change choreo. The lights hit in wait for me and the choreo change is quite fun to see and it's unique!

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Cast: Justin Collette (Beetlejuice), Isabella Esler (Lydia Deetz), Britney Coleman (Barbara Maitland), Will Burton (Adam Maitland), Jesse Sharp (Charles Deetz), Kate Marilley (Delia Deetz), Danielle Marie Gonzalez (Miss Argentina), Abe Goldfarb (Otho), Brian Vaughn (Maxie Dean), Karmine Alers (Maxine Dean/Juno), Jackera Davis (Girl Scout), Matthew Michael Janisse (s/w Ensemble), Ryan Breslin (s/w Ensemble)

Notes: Big head obstruction on the left side of the screen where the crib, and Charles room is. it's worked around fine, but it's there and can be very distracting at times. besides that it's a great 4k video and it's a unique one, because they had asl and captions so the cast had to stick on script, which led to some fun choreo improv!

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[aneurinallday]

The Tragedy of James Steerforth

Chapter IV: Old Friends

“Mr Bradbury, I don’t understand,” David protested. “You don’t like the rewrite? But your feedback last week was so positive. You assured me that I was on the right track.”

The man behind the desk lit a pipe and began to puff, filling the cluttered office with the potent smell of expensive tobacco smoke.

“Things change, Mr Copperfield. There’s a lot of competition out there. We need to be careful what we put our stamp on.”

On the desk between them sat a thick manuscript, lovingly penned and carefully bound. Calligraphed on the front page in graceful cursive was the title: The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observation of David Copperfield the Younger of Blunderstone Rookery.

“Is it too fantastical?” David asked, picking up the manuscript and nervously cradling it in his lap, “I admit, I did change some names and physical attributes, but only to protect people’s identities. Everything else is truthful. This is the story my life, as it happened, with no embellishment. This is my complete and honest autobiography.”

“Mr Copperfield, we’re not going to publish this.”

“But I - oh.” David paused. “Forgive me, I don’t wish to argue, but I’m just - I’m just confused. At our previous meeting, you praised my writing so highly. Are you sure I can’t change your mind with another revision?”

“It’s not the writing that’s the problem, Mr Copperfield. It’s you.”

“Me?”

“The truth is, we’ve received a report about you.”

“A report? About what? From whom?”

“From an old school friend of yours. He gave us a review of your character that contradicts your memoirs. He said that when you were boys together, you got him into all manner of trouble - running around London, wreaking havoc, sneaking out of the dormitory at night to visit strumpets.”

“What!” David exclaimed, “Sir, none of this is true, I swear. There was occasionally some trouble, but nothing serious. Just boys making fools of themselves, as boys do. I certainly never hired the services of any ladies - I didn’t even know how!”

“Is that so?” Mr Bradbury leaned forward. “Your friend said that you had rich benefactors who kept your pockets full and your reputation spotless. He also said - ” the publisher lowered his voice to a whisper, “ - that you got the clap off a trollop, and you travelled all the way to Yarmouth to see a doctor under a false name, to make sure it stayed hush-hush.”

“But that’s absurd! I went to Yarmouth to see my childhood friends! Ask them, they’ll tell you the same thing.”

“I don’t know, Mr Copperfield. Your friend was quite credible. He spared us no details.” The publisher inhaled deeply from his pipe. “It seems you’re not exactly the poor, tragic orphan you portray yourself as.”

“What can I do to prove these accusations false? The Peggotty family can corroborate my version of events! Ask them!”

“You mean the Peggotty family who were promised a cut of your royalties? I’m sure they’ll say whatever you tell them to say.”

“But - ”

“Mr Copperfield, I recommend you seek publication elsewhere.”

Silence filled the office. David trembled for a moment, then gathered up his things, rose stiffly, and bowed his head with a jerk.

“Before I go, may I ask…this gentlemen who claimed to know me at school - who pretended to know so much about me. What was his name?”

“I hardly have to divulge that.”

“Are you going to tell anyone? The other publishing houses, I mean?”

“No, this’ll stay between us. Anyone unlucky enough to pick up your manuscript is welcome to deal with you. Good day.”

“...Good day, Mr Bradbury.”

David left the publisher’s office in a daze, walking past rows of printers and binders busily churning out novels. He held his hand-written manuscript close to his chest, as if to shield it from sceptical eyes who would tear its narrative to shreds.

Stepping out of the arched doorway of 85 Fleet Street, he paused to glance up at the view above him - a stern, seven-storey façade of pale bricks. Barely a half-hour ago, he’d walked in that door with a heart full of hope, and now he was walking out with his fledgling career in tatters.

“What’ll I tell Agnes?” he wondered. She’d been so happy to see him excited about his new contract. He could already hear her voice reassuring him everything would be fine, giving him perfectly sensible advice. Sometimes he wished she would be less supportive and more cruel, just so he could feel like he deserved her.

Tears stung his eyes as he walked the streets of Central London, but he blinked them away, breathing deep to steady himself. It took him a minute to realise somebody was calling his name.

“Daisy! Daisy! Look over here!”

He turned to see a familiar figure approaching him. He recognised the ostentatious hat, the dark head of curls, the fine coat.

“Steerforth?” he gasped. “Can it be?”

Steerforth’s silver-handled cane tapped on the pavement as he drew nearer.

“Don’t look so surprised, Daisy. You know I can’t stay away from you,” he teased.

David stared at him in disbelief. They stood eye-to-eye, and Steerforth extended his hand. Remembering his manners, David hurriedly tucked his manuscript under his arm, and shook Steerforth’s hand.

“James, you’re back! I had no idea you were in London! My God, why didn’t you show yourself sooner?”

“It’s a dull story. How’ve you been, Daisy?”

“Me? I’ve - I’ve been fine. But what about you? Nobody’s heard from you in weeks! We thought maybe you’d left the country again.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Steerforth waved a dismissive hand. “I’ve been living my life, same as always. You know me - nothing ever keeps me down.”

“But after the storm and the beach, we - we parted on such bad terms, we weren’t sure if you were ever coming back.”

“That’s in the past. I had to move on eventually.”

“But what about your mother? She’s been losing her mind, searching everywhere for you. Why haven’t you been to see her yet?”

“That’s my business, Daisy.”

“I know, it’s just…You could at least write her a letter. Or send a messenger if you don’t want to see her in-person.”

“Maybe.” Steerforth’s expression turned serious. He leaned on his cane with both hands, and sniffed. “Listen, Daisy. Back at Yarmouth, back on the beach…that whole affair with the Peggottys. I’ve been feeling quite awful about it. Do you think I can be forgiven?”

“Well, I can’t speak for them. But I forgive you.”

“Really? Despite everything I put you through?”

“Really,” David said firmly, “You’ve made some…poor choices, but I believe you to be a good man.”

“You don’t hate me, then?”

“No, I don’t hate you. I never have - I never could.”

“I appreciate that, Daisy. I really do.” Steerforth looked very solemn. “I know things can’t ever be the same as they were, back when we were boys. But still, it would mean a lot to me if you forgave me. The things I did, the things I said…They were terrible. Truly terrible. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course, my friend,” David sighed happily. “Of course. Whatever happened between us, I’m just glad you’re home safe.”

He was indescribably relieved. Relieved that his once-closest companion had turned out to be a good person after all. Relieved that he no longer had to live in a world where they weren’t friends.

“Thank you, Daisy.” Steerforth’s seriousness went away, and he grinned again. “Anyway, enough about me! Tell me what you’ve been up to. How’s the writing going?”

“It’s going well. I’ve published some short stories in The Morning Chronicle, and now I’m working on a full-length book.”

“A book? How wonderful! Is that it right there?”

He pointed to the manuscript under David’s arm. David instinctively tried to hide it.

“Yes, it’s - well, I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but it’s an autobiography.”

“No need to be embarrassed, my darling Daisy. Your life has had enough ups and downs to fill a thousand pages. You might as well earn some money off it.”

“That’s true…”

“So what did the publisher at Fleet Street think of it?”

“Well, they were pleased with…Wait, how did you know I’d found a publisher there?”

Suddenly, Steerforth grinned. He widened his eyes and trembled his lip in an expression of mock earnestness.

“Mr Bradbury, I swear, he was out of control!” he exclaimed theatrically, “Even at a young age, it was like he had the devil in him. All of us were afraid of him, but we went along with everything he said, because we feared he would make our semester a living hell. Mr Bradbury, for the sake of your poor readers, please don’t let him spread his lies any further! The man he pretends to be is not the creature he was!”

David couldn’t speak. Steerforth burst into laughter.

“I swear, no matter how many years go by, you’re still as much of a dullard as you were back at school. When I look at you, all I see is that scared, lonely little orphan on his first day, so desperate to make friends, so eager to please. Hanging on my every word. Tripping over himself to make me smile.”

As he stared at Steerforth’s laughing face, it took David a moment to realise that he’d been fooled. Steerforth wasn’t sorry. He had no regrets about anything. He’d only feigned remorse as a set-up to this punchline. The bigger the twist, the greater the satisfaction.

“The look on your face!” chuckled Steerforth, full of glee. “Of all the pranks I’ve pulled, this was my favourite.”

“Prank?” David uttered, “James, you cost me a contract that I worked very hard for. Because of you, I was dropped by Bradbury. Now I have to start all over again.”

“Oh, cheer up, Daisy,” Steerforth scoffed, “There are other publishing houses in London. I’m sure your grand monument to self-pity will be flying off the shelves in no time!”

“How could you do this to me?”

“Typical Daisy - so virtuous he can’t even take a joke.”

“What you did was no joke, James. You could’ve ruined me.”

“That was the idea. Good day!” Steerforth tipped his hat merrily, and walked away.

And so ended David’s first meeting with the reborn Steerforth.

As David watched him go, he considered the many years of friendship that had preceded this quarrel, and began to wonder if they’d been an illusion. Had Steerforth ever really liked him? Had he ever seen him as a friend? Or had he merely seen him as a pet, an amusing novelty?

Upon David’s arrival at Mrs Strong’s school, Steerforth had been the first to extend the hand of friendship towards him. He’d taken the lowly orphan under his wing, becoming his mentor and protector - defending him from bullies, even while being a subtle bully himself. Whether it was motivated by sympathy or by a condescending sense of charity, it was an act of kindness for which David would always feel grateful.

And from that day on, David had loved him. How could he not? Everybody loved James Steerforth. James Steerforth was everything: rich, stylish, handsome, funny, clever, and seemingly without flaw. He’d been the most popular boy at school, beloved by students and teachers alike. The sort of boy who was welcome everywhere he went, the object of admiration and adoration from all.

As the years had passed, Steerforth had proven himself to be selfish and irresponsible. His money and privilege had made him carefree and inconsiderate; and time and again, he’d treated other people poorly. Not because he meant to do so, but because he lived in a world where none of his actions had consequences, and where he’d always been sheltered from the reality of human suffering. Adulthood had brought him little maturity, and he’d charmed his way through life in a never-ending quest for pleasure, oblivious to the trail of destruction he’d left in his merry wake.

Yet still David had worshipped him. None of Steerforth’s shortcomings could ever dampen the gratitude that David had felt towards him.

And then, one fateful summer, David had made the mistake of inviting Steerforth on a trip to Yarmouth, to visit the home of the Peggottys, his childhood friends. There, Steerforth’s wandering eye had been caught by Emily, the fiancée of Ham Peggotty. The rest was history.

It was a mistake for which David would always blame himself.

“I should’ve known better,” he muttered as he began to walk in the direction of home. “I should’ve known you’d cause trouble. You always do.”

But the sabotage of his publishing contract was a turn of events that he could never have predicted. This wasn’t the misguided prank of a careless young man, but a deliberate act of malice, inflicted by a venomous and vindictive soul.

The Steerforth who’d returned from Yarmouth was…different. On the night of the storm, he’d lost something - perhaps his self-worth, perhaps his dignity, perhaps his sense of right and wrong; David wasn’t sure what. But it seemed that the best part of Steerforth had been lost with the sinking boat, leaving only the worst part behind.

Chapter V: The Uninvited Guest

[manchasama]

:> I have finished another chapter. 8> I am v.pleased. This is the toughest chapter out of all of them. I don't go into great detail, but it is Ingo's strongest reaction. Careful duckies, but also enjoy(?)!

Hard to Swallow Part 4 (Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5)

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"Ah, my good sir, wait just one moment!"

Ingo stopped at the familiar voice.  Coming up the road was Professor Laventon.  He was huffing a bit at the quick pace he'd set, and had a covered bundle clutched in his hands.

"Warden Ingo, I'm so glad to have caught you today," Laventon said jovially when he got closer.  "I didn't get the chance to thank you properly for your help with finding those pokemon for me!"

"Good day, Professor," Ingo replied with a tip of his hat.  "It was no trouble.  I trust all passengers have their proper tickets and are on schedule?"

Professor Laventon took a moment to parse his phrasing, before giving a sheepish grin.  "Ah, well, not exactly.  They are quite the rambunctious fellows, you know?  Won't listen to a word I say!  That little Cyndaquil especially loves to create such a ruckus."

Oh, that was quite unfortunate.  Ingo had thought he'd taken enough time to train them to being quite congenial partners.  The Cyndaquil had been such a quick learner when it came to battle strategies, and he'd been sure it would have been a star pupil for the professor's needs.

"I see," Ingo replied.  He had to resist the urge to straighten up, not wanting to loom over the other.  "Perhaps I failed to set them on the proper tracks.  I would be happy to run a maintenance session with them!  With a little more training, they are sure to be formidable partners.  I'm sure you will learn a lot from each other as you continue on your journey together."

"No!" Laventon protested immediately.  Ingo blinked in surprise at the fervor.  "Uh, that is to say, I don't think the problem is their training," Laventon continued, rubbing his head nervously.  "I must say it's probably a lack in myself to be able to control their strong personalities."

That was also fixable.  Ingo brightened up, voice rising with enthusiasm.  "Would you like some guidance?  While I don't remember where I came about such skill, many have vouched for my abilities when it comes to battling.  I'm sure we could get you in top form and battle ready in no time."

That didn't make Laventon look any more confident.  If anything, he looked more uncomfortable at the mere suggestion, face a little pale.  "Warden Ingo, while I appreciate your eagerness, battling is not for one such as me.  No, my passions are in observing and recording, rather than doing.  Perhaps that is my folly in this case."

"That is truly a shame," Ingo said.  "I think you would be a fantastic choice for a partner.  Your kindness and desire to understand pokemon is admirable.  If you ever change your mind, I would be honored to be your conductor for that journey."

Laventon had a bemused look on his face at that, but responded with equal good humor.  "Why, thank you!  I will be sure to do so.  Ah, but that isn't the reason I wanted to talk to you.  It may not be much, but I would like you to take this as thanks for your assistance!"  With that, he held out the cloth covered bundle between them.  He pulled the cloth off dramatically, revealing some steaming buns.  "Potato mochi!  A delicious delicacy made by our very own Beni.  He's holding onto the secret of that recipe, but I do hope to be able to record it someday.  Knowledge must be shared, not hoarded!  Ah," he paused with a sheepish grin, "look at me rambling on.  Please, have one while it's still hot.  While normally these are reserved for members of the Galaxy team, I would be delighted if you were to have some as thanks for your help."

Ingo looked at the pale buns, feeling a swell of nerves he couldn't place.  He wasn't sure why, but he always had a pang of anxiety when offered food from others.  Was it some past trauma that he could not remember?  He didn't consider himself a picky eater, and most everything he tried was at least palatable.  An offer of food was quite an honor, when it was one of the most coveted resources.

"Indeed," Ingo said, not wanting to appear rude despite his hesitation.  "I have heard many people praise these potato mochi before!  Though I don't feel I have done much that requires such acclaim, I will certainly partake."  He slid a finger against his wrist absently, and was surprised at the lack of resistance.  Why had he done that?  He looked down at his bare hands for a moment of incomprehension, before pushing the feeling aside and reaching out to take one of the buns.

The texture of the mochi was a bit odd, but the flavor of it was quite good.  It was good.  So Ingo had no idea why his breath was freezing in his lungs, or why his throat was so tight.  He tried to work his jaw, to at least swallow the mouthful so he could thank the professor properly, but all he managed to do was to grind his teeth together a fraction.  The urge to cough was rising, or to gag, and behind that Ingo could sense that if he didn't so something soon, he was likely to throw up.  

Desperately, he tried to keep his breathing under control.  He had to close his throat against the distressed noise that wanted to escape, not wanting to call attention to his plight.  But his eyes were starting to water.  And he could not swallow, he knew he couldn't, even if he could somehow magically unfreeze himself in the moment, he was not going to be able to recover from this. He hadn't even realized he was hunching further over until a hand met his shoulder, and he jerked backward in alarm.

Laventon also jerked back, not expecting the sudden move.  "My dear man, are you okay?  You look frightful!"

Ingo raised his gaze to meet Laventon's, and that was it.  He lurched a few steps away before gagging violently, eyes squeezed shut as his body shuddered.  A harsh cough shook him, and was followed immediately by another wave of nausea that left him panting.

"Oh my goodness!"  

Out of the corner of his eye, Ingo could see the professor hovering, though he didn't reach out to touch him.  Ingo could feel his face burn with humiliation.  What kind of reaction was that?  It was a simple act of kindness, the act of sharing a precious resource, and Ingo had been most shameful about it.  He was certainly old enough to handle food he didn't like.  Though, he had liked it.  Why had he reacted like that?

He straightened, not caring now if he towered over the other.  Tugging his hat low over his eyes, he wiped a hand across his mouth.  It did nothing to clear the clinging sensations that still threatened to make him gag again.  "My deepest apologizes," he said instead, unable to look at Laventon.  "I will clean up this mess post haste."

"Warden Ingo, please!  Do not worry about that.  Are you alright?"  Laventon was clutching the plate to his chest while he shifted from foot to foot.  "My goodness, I hadn't even thought to ask if you liked any before I offered.  It really is my fault."

Ingo wanted to protest, because his inability to properly accept the gift was hardly a failing of the professor, but more than that he wished Laventon would stop hovering and...and reach out.  There was a burning desire in him for a comforting hand on his back, for the physical presence of another.  Ingo rubbed at his arm, trying to dismiss the phantom sensations, while also dearly wishing they were real.  But he wasn't close friends with Laventon, as much as he enjoyed the man's company.  

Perhaps, he thought miserably to himself, he had had a parent or companion in his past life who would offer such comforts.  It seemed unlikely.  Casual touch was not considered polite or encouraged.  Not in the clans, nor in the variety of cultures that made up the Galaxy team.

Ingo forced his shoulders to relax, rolling them back to ease the knot of tension in his back.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Laventon shuffle backwards a few steps, a nervous look on his face.  Swallowing, Ingo sunk into his coat, bending his knees subtly as he shifted his posture around in a way he hoped looked natural.  He disliked that he came off as so intimidating to others, and was doing what he could to mitigate it.  This episode had likely put him even further in the negative view, however.  

"It is not your fault, professor," he finally managed to say.  Taking another careful breath, he focused briefly on getting his throat to relax when it started to tighten again.  He could not seem to get rid of the sensation!  "I do apologize again.  It was a kind gesture, one of which I am sorry was wasted in such a way.  Perhaps I am coming down with something."  The platitude felt sour on his tongue.  He knew he was not sick, at least not in terms of a virus or otherwise.  The broken state of his mind was not something he could fix, however.

Right now all he wanted to do was retreat to the comfort of the mountains.  At least there he didn't feel like he was disappointing people's expectations.  At least there Lady Sneasler would greet him with a rough tongue swiping at his hair, determined to get it to stick up in new and interesting ways.  At least there he could tend to the sneaslettes, allowing them to climb over him in their rambunctious games.  At least there, the clawing loneliness in his chest would ease, if only for a little while.

"Oh dear oh dear," Laventon fretted.  "I was going to have you take the rest with you, but I suppose that a fool's endeavor now."  He frowned down at the plate.  "Ah well, I will have to think of something else I can do to repay you.  Are you sure you're okay, old chap?"

Taking another deep breath, Ingo forcefully pulled himself together.  He dug into the pocket of his ragged coat, pulling out the cloth he knew was there.  It was a matter of a moment to bend over and swipe at the mess on the ground.  He bundled the cloth around it, then stuck it deep in his pocket.  He'd take care of it later.  

"My cab is in working order," he said, avoiding looking at Laventon's face.  He tipped his cap again.  "If you will excuse me."  With that he strode away.  It was probably rude of him to leave so abruptly.  He couldn't find it in himself to care.

(When the next meal came, Ingo stared at the slices of berry in his hand that he's prepared.  Even without trying, he knew he would not be able to eat.  The phantom sensations had not stopped.  Not the ones that threatened to have him gag around his food.  Not the ones that felt like a warm hand on his back, a solid presence in his side.)

[murphymakestherules]

Rereading Discworld Part 2: The Light Fantastic

Welcome back to my 40th anniversary reread of Discworld, in publication order. Just finished book 2, The Light Fantastic, and boy howdy, even from the first one I can see how Sir Pterry's writing is smoother. If The Color Of Magic read like a series of short stories that happened in fairly swift sequence, The Light Fantastic stretches its legs and runs a single narrative from beginning to end. As before, my thoughts (in no specific order) below the cut.

1) Galder Weatherwax. Much less famous than Esme, but it's the first time we see the family name. Wonder if they're related, or if Sir Pterry just liked the name well enough to reuse it?

2) Plenty of little references here and there, although I do think at 87 Cohen knows the best things in life pretty well- and it's not to crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.

3) Swires?? Is that BUGGY Swires? I know it'll be a while before I get to see him in The Watch books, but I do wonder if it's the same character

4) TCOM told us that the only magic races left were elves and trolls, but then introduced such beings as dryads. Now we also meet dwarves and gnomes- it's an early inconsistency, but it also shows the way the world building is growing as he goes. In a few more books it'll be relatively pinned down.

5)There were flashes even this early of the incredible insight into humanity that the Discworld will be known for later- Death commenting on the star cultists and later Rincewind's inner observations when he faced down Trymon.

6) Death adopted a girl. Huh....no way is she gonna be important later (hint- she will be)

7)And in the same vein, Twoflower trying to teach Death and his friends Bridge. It's hard enough to teach that game to humans.

All vacations must end though, so as we say goodbye to the Disc's first tourist all we can do is hope it's another 40 years before the world spawns another of the species. And we cast our attention over the Disc as a whole, and Great A'Tuin the Star Turtle, with anticipation of the new adventure waiting in Equal Rites. See you in a few days.

[lmilps]

Bleach Rose x Reader

A/N: Hello, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. But I wanted to give it a go, because I personally love this character. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy~ 

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You were doing well in the division going from an unranked officer to the seventh seat of your division.  You got along with most of your squad members and you tried not to bring to much attention to yourself. Life was going well aside from the crush you had on your captain, but you decided that wasn't terribly important. Sure, his looks were one thing to gush over. But his personality was the thing that swept you off your feet. While he could be a bit of a drama queen from time to time, you got to see the raw passion he had for the squad whilst he helped them on their feet. However Captain Otoribashi was a very observant man, and the thought of him finding out about your feelings caused you to avoid him.

You were sucked out of your thoughts when you reached your destination. Your heart was beating fast. you took a deep breath to calm your nerves and knocked on the door. You took a step back as the door opened. Lieutenant Kira opened the door, he had a soft smile as he greeted you.

"Are those from the sixth? Give them here." You pass the stack of paper to him as he starts flicking through it. You glance at the rest of the office while you wait to be dismissed. There were a couple of musical instruments around the room, along with some items from the world of the living. This was also the doing of your captain. 

 "Well, if it isn't seventh seat (name)! How are you my dear." speaking of the devil, there was captain in the flesh. You turned around to face him and gave him a bow. You took note of the pet name. The Captain had a willowy frame. and was fairly boney.  Wavy gold locks spilled down to his shoulders partially covering his face. His eyes were a dark hue of purple as they looked at you. "Captain Otoribashi, I am well. And you sir?" you replied, a little flustered at his sudden appearance.

"I'm fantastic. It's a shame I don't see you more often, I enjoy your presence. Are you available for a chat?" His smile was warm and inviting.

 "It would be an honour sir, but unfortunately I am a bit busy" You declined. Honestly, you did not think your heart could take being around him for so long.  You were sure he'd be able to see through you and find out about your feelings for him. And you couldn't take the embarrassment that was sure to follow with his rejection. He thought for a moment and then asked something else.

"Are you busy after work?"

 "No sir" You began to fidget a little under his gaze.

"Great! Then how about when you finish up for the day, you come back to my office and we can talk.  I'd like to catch up with you" He proposed, his smile gave you butterflies.

 "Yes sir" You nodded. 

 "Brilliant!" He then walked over to his desk and took a seat and began to do his paper work. Lieutenant Kira then looked at you.

 "Okay (name), there's nothing else I need you to do for me. You can go" He sat back down.

"Thank you Lieutenant" You bowed to the pair and began to exit. The lieutenant nodded in response.

 "See you later my dear" The captain gave you a small wave as you left.  Surely he had pet names for the rest of the squad. Right? ~~~~

As hard as you tried to do your paperwork, you just couldn't focus.  You were so nervous about later. Had he decided that he saw more potential in someone else and was going to have you demoted?  Did you make a grave error on a mission and he was going to have you fired? Or worse. Did your captain already know about your feelings and was going to have you transferred to another squad? The uncertainty was almost to much to bear! Time seemed to be going faster and faster and there was nothing you could do to slow it down.

When it was five, you decided you should bite the bullet and go to the captain's office. It's not like you were getting any work done anyway. He didn't look specifically upset when he asked to meet with you so surely it couldn't be that bad.  At least that's what you told yourself. Most of the squad members had already taken their leave for the day leaving the office empty and quiet. At least if one of the possibilities you'd thought of earlier were to happen, no one would see you leave the office for the last time.  An odd thought, but it brought you comfort. 

For the second time that day, you found yourself at the door of the captain's office. Preparing yourself for the worst, you knocked on the door. "You may enter." you heard your captain from the other side of the door.  You entered his office and shut the door behind you. Your captain was sitting at his desk, smiling at you. Putting away the paperwork and pens, he motioned for you to take a seat in front of his desk. You sat into the chair, sinking a little. Captain Otoribashi looked back at you and rested his head on his palm.  "Did you finish your business?" 

"Not really." you felt  a little embarrassed for not finishing your work.

"Oh? that's no good, why not?" He looked a little concerned.

"I got distracted with my thoughts" you admitted. 

"Would you like to talk about them?" he offered, seeming genuinely worried. 

"Honestly, I was a little worried about meeting with you sir." He nodded in response, letting you continue. " I never had to have meetings with the previous captain, and this is the first time you've asked to see me. So it made me think about my possible future here at the third." 

"I can tell you right now, this meeting is nothing negative. You are very efficient at your work, and I have heard nothing but good things from you from Lieutenant Kira." He smiled. You relaxed a little, and he continued. "I had a question for you though." 

"Yes sir?" you answered, preparing yourself. 

"Why are you avoiding me?" His tone became a bit more serious. You felt you heart sink, you had no idea how to even begin to respond. So you tried to improvise.

"It isn't intentional sir, I just- " He put a hand up to stop you.

"(name)" His voice became a little softer. " I'm not upset, I'm just concerned. I care about you like I do with the rest of my squad. I just want to make sure you're okay with me, and I haven't done anything to make you upset." 

"You haven't done anything sir." you looked at the ground. "I just- It's stupid" He frowned a little. 

"Your feelings aren't stupid." He states. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Just know my door is always open." 

"Okay." You let out a sigh. Might as well get this over and done with. He looked at you curiously. You looked up at him. "Sir, over these past few months I've caught feelings for you."  His eyes widen a little bit, but doesn't say anything. "At first, I thought it was just your looks that made me fall. But I love watching you interact with the people around you. The way you string words together sounds like poetry, and you do it effortlessly.  I can feel the affection you have for this division, for each of its members. How gentle and caring you are to us all, willing to listen to our struggles." You take a deep breath. "And I don't know if it's just the fact that people don't normally treat me this way, but I can't get enough of you. So, I started to avoid you because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You look at your shoes, a little nervous to how he'll take this information. There was shuffling from his side of the desk. His index finger tilting your head up until your eyes met.  He softly smiled at you.

"Please look at me, I like looking at your eyes." His voice was soft. "They're so pretty, I could get lost in them so easily." He paused for a moment. "You know (name), I don't leave my door open for anyone-" He moved his hand to caress your cheek. "-But I happen to favour you over the other members. Whilst it might be bad for me to show bias, I can't seem to help myself when it comes to you." The hand on your cheek moved to hold your hand and guided you up. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a kiss against it. Your breath hitched a little. "I've happened to catch feelings for you too. So, if you're interested, I'd like to take you out on a date." He looked at you. 

"I think I'd like that" You were a little bit in shock at his confession. 

"And I'd like to trouble you with one more thing" He brought his other hand up and gently grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb. He paused. "Could I please kiss you?" You nodded. He closed the gap between you two and kissed you.  His lips were soft as he delicately moved his lips against yours. He smelled like vanilla.  When he pulled away he didn't say anything and he just admired you. 

"Captain-" He put his thumb over your lips. 

"How about you call me Rose? I think 'Captain' is a little too formal, coming from you." He winked. 

"Rose" You echoed, testing the name. 

"Yes, my dear?" 

"I like you, a lot." 

"And l like you too"

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 071 Nothing Can Stop The Juggernaut (ASM 229-232, Ann 16, Savage Land)

MASTERPOST

In this post, villains are gay, heroes are gay, everybody's gay!

PLUS...

Captain Marvel's arrival in Marvel comics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So in ASM 229, Madame Web dreams of her own death and subsequently calls Peter to ask him to save her.

Meanwhile, Black Tom Cassidy and the Juggernaut explain to the reader that they're after her because of her psychic powers, which could very well help them defeat the X-Men.

Oh... Hello, Tom... *blushes*

Ahem. At the Bugle...

I'm always glad to see Gloria Grant!

Robbie tells Peter that Lance Bannon takes all pics assignments! What a meanie.

HAHAHA. Was that a dig? Girl, you really shouldn't say anything.

She's been seeing a marriage counselor with Ned, but she's also looking for work and Robbie's more than eager to welcome her as his secretary. Betty takes the time to thank Peter for bringing some sense into her the last time they saw each other, then Madame Web calls Peter to give him information about his target.

I love that panel.

Spidey's attempt to stop the Juggernaut is a complete failure. Admitting his defeat, he tells Madame Web (who calls him once more) to call the Avengers or the Fantastic Four for help, but they're unavailable. In Dr. Strange's office, next to Wong, Spidey learns the X-Men aren't available either.

Even Keating's police forces can't harm the Juggernaut. He eventually reaches Madame Web's room and takes her out of her life support chair. She immediately collapses, and the Juggernaut surmises that in that state, she's of no use to him. He leaves, and Spidey does CPR on Madame Web while waiting for help.

The issue ends with Peter wanting revenge...

Iconic issue for reasons that are easy to see. It's a good one, for sure!

In #230, Spidey's pursuit of the Juggernaut continues.

Meanwhile, Betty and Gloria get along really well, then...

Oooh!

Anyway:

Oh.

Love the first panel and also, wow. Alright, sir.

Things get kinky.

Spidey successfully leads the Juggernaut into cement, and the villain falls down, swearing he'll get his revenge. This... is a bit dark, innit?

Peter gives his photo to the Bugle and runs to see Madame Web.

Oh. Uh, I'm not fond of that development. I hope her amnesia is temporary...

At the pier, Black Tom observes...

That's a nice ending. Interesting set of issues.

In #231, the Cobra steals stuff and Peter gives us an elaborate explanation for the lack of web under his arms (and their return this very issue!).

Sure.

At the Pier, the Juggernaut breaks free. As for the Bugle, Ned Leeds is back too! Jameson called him to investigate the Brand corporation (which was linked to the Killer Shrike in SSM).

Betty's worried about Ned's appointment in the underworld, though, so she calls Peter through Debra Whitman. The issue takes this opportunity to remind the reader that she suspects Peter of being Spidey! I'd forgotten about that myself, to be honest.

Peter kind of has a fuckboy vibe in the left panel...

The Peter-Hochberg experiment is successful, and Peter immediately goes out as Spidey.

In a seedy bar, Marla and Ned find Nose, a anti-smoking walking advertisement, and the Cobra panics because he thinks Nose will sell him out. "Talking to reporters about us?" asks the Cobra. Not very straight of him. Spidey arrives, there's a fight, the Cobra tries to shoot Nose but Ned jumps in front of him to protect him.

This is really gay. I ship it, but then again, I've been shipping Peter and Ned since I was a child and read the years 1973-1975.

Whaaat is this foreplay between Spidey and Ned this issue? Am I the only one seeing it?

Anyway, suddenly a house almost kills Peter.

Jesus Christ.

It's not the Juggernaut, but Mr Hyde (whose appearance was foreshadowed in a previous issue)! He's quite ugly.

ASM 232: Mr. Hyde wants to get his old partner, the Cobra, back, and Ned, Marla and Lance get tangled up in that somehow.

I like Lance, for what's worth.

Spidey doesn't have as much patience as me, obviously.

In the end, Hyde gets away with the Cobra and Peter comes back to ESU.

Will we stop seeing them? I don't think I'm ready for that. It's sad...

It's interesting that after Stern takes over, Peter stops being a TA.

GORGEOUS RIGHT PANEL WHAT THE FUCK.

Marcy really wants to talk to Peter for a sec, but he's busy as usual and disappears. This is why you can't have friends, Peter!

I'm gonna cry, but admittedly that might be because I'm drunk reviewing this issue, like, a full month after the rest of this post. I missed these guys. "Good luck, Peter"...

Hyde is an interesting villain. Both halves need each other, but the terrible part hates its less terrible half.

Anyway, Spidey fights our antagonist.

Nice panel on the right. Hyde is stopped, and...

...Is this the first time we see blood in these comics? It feels strange, out of place. What the heck.

The next issue features the Tarantula (yay!!) but we're not going to see that right now.

Let's check out ASM Annual 16. Waiting for the bus to join Harry and Liz, Peter has a funny feeling about a gorgeous Black lady... who soon appears to be one Captain Marvel.

Flashback time! A friend of Monica Rambeau's grandfather went to the trouble of finding her. He planned to harness energy from other dimensions, but a dictator wants to use his knowledge for his own designs.

The place so happens to belong to Roxxon, which is a name that appeared quite a lot of time recently!

Monica's backstory is nice, but we soon get back to the present, where Spidey has to beg a child (whose parents think Spidey is "a hoax of eastern establishment") to give him a penny to... Whatever.

Captain Marvel's at the Baxter Building and meets The Thing, then she goes to the Avengers manor. A few jokes are made about how she's not related to the previous Captain Marvel, and Iron Man, the Wasp and Spidey successfully help her not erase New York from Earth with the interdimensional energy she absorbed in her flashback.

This is really cute. And then...

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

It feels so nice to see them again, and to see handsome Pete again (he's such a snack), and to see all of them happy! I just had to put the full page here 🥰

After that, there's a whole Savage Lands saga. I skimmed through it. Let's just... forget about it hahaha

(well, the men in skimpy clothes were a nice feature I'll say)