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betaidkhoes · 1 year

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Nothing Burns Like The Cold (PART 2)

Dabi x FAB! Reader (Yandere & SMUT)

WARNINGS: Abusing, hitting, slight blood mentioning & touching

2.4K words

(Part 2/5)

! MINORS DNI !

My feet we're glued on to the ground, I wanted to run, scream, do something but for some reason my muscles started to turn to stone. He looked at me with a straight dead stare as if he was about to cut my heart out. My first instinct was to try and get out of his sight as quickly as possible but my mind had other ideas.

"Um- no thank you."

I forced a smile. My acting skills we're horrible. Why did I say that and not just run. I thought back to those survival stories my mom would tell me about. Don't panic and respond to them, don't show that your afraid, they feed off of your fear...

"Are you sure?... You look a little... distressed."

His smile grew so wide it could touch all the way up to his eyes, I could only see his horrible grin as the hoodie was covering the rest of the face. It seemed that there were some burnt marks on his cheeks. Stapled together like something out of a horror movie. At that point I couldn't keep up my acting and my body went into flight mode. My feet suddenly got a sensation in them back and I took off darting towards a small alleyway in the corner between 2 small apartment buildings where I could wedge myself in and hopefully get out of his sight. I still didn't have any sandals or any sort of footwear on my feet so the concrete stung my bare skin as I ran for my life. I knew I would have to find a phone or even a person quick before it was too late for me. I looked back at the corner of my eye as I was running as fast as I could... He started walking towards me. He walked so slow, it was like he had the mind of a pyschopath. A panicking girl screaming and running down a quiet street while the serial pyscho killer walked behind her like he had all the time in the world. That's what really made my heart stop, it was like he wasn't even trying. I whipped around a corner and put myself between the end of 2 buildings side by side. I crouched down making myself look smaller and making it hard to see. The alleyway was dark and my body blended in nicely with the cold stone of the buildings so it would've been hard for Dabi to find my hiding place. I started breathing faster then the speed of light, my heart was beating fast, my feet were shaking and stinging. I put my left hand over my mouth and nose to stop my heavy breathing and my right hand over my chest to hold my heart. I thought it would be falling out of my rib cage from the speed of the beats. I listened carefully for the foot steps to come closer but I couldn't catch any. I shut my eyes and opened them again... still nothing. I would think it would be impossible for him to have walked away already and gave up. Yet again he was walking so slowly he's probably still trying to find where I'm hiding, my body trembled against the cold stone I was leaning against. Still nothing caught my attention, it was almost too quiet for someone not to be around the side of the building. It was almost like I didn't have to see to know he was there waiting for me. I waited and waited and waited. 20 minutes have gone by now, I still can't here anything but he might be around the corner waiting for me to come out, or perhaps he went home. Would he have really given up that easily. Again I have no idea who this man is, only that his name is Dabi and he is probably the most dangerous man i've ever set my eyes on before, I don't know what he's capable of yet.

Time felt weird, it felt like it wasn't moving. My body felt glued to the ground and I didn't even want to move a muscle to check if he was maybe waiting for me around the corner of the building. So I just sat... my breathing settled and my heart rate became normal again, but my mind still had the fear drilled into it.

"He has to be gone by now."

I whispered to myself, so slowly I could barely hear my own words coming out of my mouth. It was the middle of the afternoon, yet no one was around, hopefully that meant including him. My muscles started to lift my body as I slowly put my hand up against the stoned wall to help balance my legs. I slowly started to begin walking over to the front of the building which opened up to the streets. My foot steps were quieter then a mouse, step by step I softly began to enter into the bright light of the streets. I quietly put my bare bloody foot out on to the streets, as I stepped onto the warm concrete. I was finally out in the dry air, and open street. I was now in his vision...

*Smack*

My body muscles nor my mind was able to react to such a hard hit to my head, I only remembered how much the hit hurt. It was all black inside my mind, I could hear myself trying to wake up and see what hit me but my body was too tired to open up my heavy eyelids. I laid motionless on the warm streets as I started running through my pitch black mind. I didnt understand what was going on, I was only aware inside my head that I got hit by something hard, maybe a rock? A baseball bat? A gun? Sometimes gangsters would use their guns to knock their victims out, I wondered if I was in a situation like that. I didn't know how long it had been, it felt like only 5 minutes when I finally lifted up my eyes and regained consciousness. I could see hundreds of black dots swarming around in my vision, then it became double, and finally started to blur out and then clear up. My body wasn't moving but I could feel I was still on some concrete like texture, I must've still been on the street except it was incredibly dark, almost night time perhaps. I looked around me slowly and noticed I was in between the 2 buildings again, someone must've moved me... Dabi did. I was now laying in a dark alleyway in blackness, it must've at least been a few hours because the sun already disappeared and the it was time for the moon to come out. A shadowy figure appeared infront of my face, he looked at my eyes and put his hand infront of my face and started to move it up and down.

"Are you awake now, sweetheart, can't have you sleeping the night away."

His voice was raspy but one I remembered, it was the same man, what was his name again?

"D-dabi?"

He looked slightly shocked I knew his name but only smirked at the sound of me saying his name quietly, almost like a whisper.

"Where am I right now?"

I tried to push my body up with my arms but my whole body felt paralyzed, maybe it was from how hard the impact was earlier or perhaps I was just to frail to stand up on my own after being knocked out for so long.

"An alleyway... do you know why you're here,

y/n?"

I shook my head and kept looking around me to see if anyone else was in the alleyway with us, but it was only me and him. Alone.

"Why are y-you doing this..."

I shut my eyes trying my hardest to not scream at the top of my lungs, I didn't know exactly what he wanted with me but I knew it can't be anything good. My whole body felt like it was in some sort of shock so it laid so quietly still on the ground and it seemed the only thing violently moving around was my eyes.

"Answer my question."

I kept looking around trying to process what was happening to me until my adrenaline started flowing through my veins again and I could start to hear my heart pumping fast again.

"Look at me. Don't look away."

He aggressively grabbed my chin with his rough cold hand and grabbed it hard and forced my face to turn to him. His hoodie was off and I could see his face clearly. It was mortifying, burns and stapled all across his face with jet black spiky hair that almost seemed like it could stab me.

"I- I don't know."

I couldn't help but start to tear up in my dry eyes, I truly didn't know why he was targeting me, was it because I bumped into him? Or was it because he was just a plain sociopath who had fun in tormenting innocent young women.

"That's not a really good answer Y/n, why are you crying... are you afraid of me."

He started laughing hysterically loud that it echoed in the alleyway.

"Don't worry, cry as much as you want, scream for all I care. No one is going to hear your pathetic yelps."

My eyes grew wider and wider as I began to realize what situation was about to come to me.

"Please..."

Tears drooling down my face as I looked him straight in the eye.

"Please... I don't know what you want from me."

He stopped laughing and gripped his hand tighter around my chin and slowly started to move it down towards my neck. At first he softly grazed it but then forcefully grabbed it and started to slightly choke me and take my breath away...

"I want you y/n. Your in trouble now aren't you? Do you know what you did."

Those words made me cry even more, I began sobbing and begging for him to spare my life.

"Please, I'll give you anything, money, jewellery... p-please.. I'm begging you."

It almost looked like he was amused by the way he was making me feel, torn up and broken inside and begging for his mercy. He fed off of the fear, just like how my mother used to say.

"You're in trouble because... well you saw something you weren't supposed to see, my little fire made the news headline and besides all of those dead people... you we're the only other person who saw me that day and so here I had to follow you home and cut all of your cord lines because the second you saw that news report... you were going to to go to the police, weren't ya?...and tell them about me... weren't ya?"

His grip became harder and harder on my neck beginning to bruise it badly. I finally slowly regained strength in my one arm and softly put it on top of his trying to put on force for him to let me go but my arm was too weak to even leave a scratch.

"L-listen... I swear... I-I."

"I honestly don't really give a shit about what excuse your going to say. You made a mistake, plain and simple and now you have to pay for it."

The grip became so intense I started scratching at his arm with both of my hands as I tried to let out a scream for help as salty tears began pouring down my flushed face.

"You want to breath? I say when you can breath."

I almost... couldn't... take it anymore, I was about to lose... oxygen. Was this finally it for me?

"P-please... I'll give you... a-anything."

He let go of my neck and I gasped so hard for air. My hands hit the rocky ground as I shakily put my hand around my neck to help regain my proper breathing.

"You're really dramatic aren't you? Ha calm down, I wasn't going to kill your pretty little face, I have much better ways to use you."

My knees started to lift my body into a crouch position and I was still trying to regain my breath and my balance and get up on my feet. He stepped up from my vision level and began to walk up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up harshly and slammed my body against the hard brick building and held onto my shoulders so I wouldn't fall back down. He gave me a creepy grin as he looked up from me down bellow.

"Now what can you do for me Y/n?"

My instinct was to try and yell out for some sort of help but like he mentioned before, there was no one around, and I believed him because the area where I lived in had a tiny community of mostly elderly. There was no way in chance someone was outside for a night stroll at this time. My arms tried to push him back away from me.

"Don't try and fight me, Y/n..."

He grabbed onto my swinging arms trying to push his body off of me and shoved me up even harder against the wall yelling at me to stop.

"This will be easier if you stop struggling, it would also hurt less... besides i'm here to have a good time, I don't feel like being forceful but don't underestimate that... if I must I will use force."

I began sobbing again knowing exactly what he means. The tears just wouldn't stop.

"Please... I have m-money..."

I said quietly, almost as if I whispered it to myself. He grabbed my neck and slammed my head up against the hard brick wall again and this time, my head started to bleed out slightly.

"I said I didn't want your fucking money, you worthless whore."

My head felt like a million knifes cut into it, the pouding wouldn't stop from how hard my head has been hit thous far tonight. He slowly started to let his one hand go from my upper area holding me down and traced it slowly down my body. Very softly his fingers grazed my body. He slowly started to push up his body against mine and whispered in my ear.

"I wonder what this body would look like naked?"

He chuckled softly, his fingers slowly pushing up my shirt and pushing it up to my bra length. I couldn't help but weep and pray for someone to come find me... help me... let me escape from this monster. I knew it was almost hopeless though, no matter how hard I could scream right now, it would only be hurting myself.

I wanted this night to end as quickly as it began.

#anime #smut #dabi smut #fanfic #mha fanfiction #dabi x reader #female reader #yandere #mha x reader #mha dabi #mha dabi smut

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bluejaysandblackbats · 6 months

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Space Oddity

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (Fab Five)

Summary: Garth grew up in a carnival freakshow, and he never thought about the world outside the glass walls of the Aquarium until a group of kids befriended him. Their love and interest in finding his people might be the key to escaping the silent horrors of his home life at the carnival.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Garth of Shayeris, Donna Troy, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Original Character(s)

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tags: Carnival AU, Developing Friendships, Rescue, 60’s AU, 70’s AU, No Capes AU, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Lies, Escape, Childhood Memories, Team Bonding, Fish out of Water, Tiny Garth, Beaches, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Road Trip, First Person POV, POV Garth of Shayeris

Chapter Five: Emergence

The first time I climbed out of my tank past bedtime to read and play happened a few months afterward. That was the first time I realized how frightening Fisher was. I sat on the bench, wrapped in a towel, while I read silently. Walter brought me books to read most of the time, and I rarely had time to read between dinner and bedtime, so I wanted to stay up late to finish them. Mostly poem collections, but now they were short stories about the ocean. I dreamt about the ocean’s vastness constantly. It awakened a loneliness that seemed to swallow everything I once enjoyed. That night was no different. I sat awake reading one of Walter’s books, and as soon as I finished it, I was hit with a strong curiosity. I crept toward the exit door, and I shut my eyes. I imagined cool ocean air and a cliff’s edge. Or maybe a beach. I thought about letting my body drift away from shore and sink into the ocean’s murky depths. I imagined people like me who breathed water and talked to one another in languages only we knew. I imagined myself with a mother and father… Maybe even a brother.

Then reality struck me across the face in the form of Fisher’s closed fist. I cried out and held my hands over a busted lip. He’d never hit me that hard before. He’d never hit me in the face before. “What do you think you’re doing? You think there’s something out there for you?” Fisher asked as he grabbed me by the back of my collar and dragged me across the floor. It choked me and cut into my gills.

“Fisher! Please stop!” I cried as I kicked to try and regain my footing. Fisher gave my swim shirt a final yank, and I hit my head against the floor.

“You don’t have anyone! You don’t have parents! There’s no one out there like you or for you! I take care of you!” Fisher hollered as he beat me with his fists.

“Fisher! Fisher! Stop!” I cried. I screamed as loud as I could until Luis came in, half-dressed, his robe still untied.

“Hey! Hey, Fisher, you’re gonna kill him!” Luis hollered as he grabbed Fisher’s arm. Fisher reached into the back of his waistband and pulled out a gun. I’d only ever seen guns in books. “Fisher, what are you doing? He’s just a kid!”

Murray rushed in, and Fisher waved the gun back and forth. I curled up and covered my head. I had blood in my gills, mouth, and nose. I wept in the near-silent room as the others poured in and held their hands above their heads. Walter was the only one brave enough to help me. Walter filled the small kiddie pool with saltwater from the gallon bottles that Fisher kept around. The saltwater burned my wounds. I lost consciousness and woke up to Doc shining a light in my eyes. It hurt to breathe, even while submerged in the water. Everyone had gone away except for Fisher. “Who in the world would beat a twelve-year-old kid like this? Fisher, you’ve got to control your temper,” Doc muttered, “You could’ve killed him.”

I started crying softly as the pain flooded back to the surface. “He was trying to run away after all I’ve done for that spoiled brat. I had to teach him a lesson. This is where he belongs, and he needs to know that,” Fisher snapped.

“Fishy, can you hear us?” Doc asked. I started crying. I couldn’t move. My whole body hurt.

After that, Fisher started locking me in my tank at night. I wasn’t allowed to do shows until my face healed, and I ate my meals alone. My home became a prison. Fisher took away everything that would’ve made me want to leave my tank. It was nearly two weeks before I saw people other than Fisher again. He woke me up, fishing me out of the tank, and I screamed underwater as my heart raced, and something happened that I never experienced before. The water flowed out of the tank and knocked Fisher off the ladder. I swam to the water’s surface and tried apologizing, but Fisher was completely unconscious. I climbed down the ladder and shook Fisher. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as I shook him. “Fisher, wake up… I promise if you wake up, I’ll be good. Honest! I’ll stay here. I’ll never leave the Aquarium. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He coughed up water, and I embraced him. “Fish—.”

“It was an accident. I didn’t know I could do that. I’ve never done anything like that before. I would’ve told you if I could. I-. You scared me,” I cried. Fisher sat up and nodded.

“Get ready for your show… There’s a big crowd waiting for you,” Fisher mumbled, “I’ll have Walter bring you breakfast.”

He pushed me off of him and left me alone in the Aquarium. I sat on the floor alone until Walter came to eat with me.

"Fish, how're you doing? And what happened to Fisher? He's soaking wet," Walter whispered. I ate in silence. "Fishy?"

"You've known me since I was little… Am I the only one?" I asked.

"I've had a lot of years to think about you… You had—. I still have your kelp shorts. I think—. You must have somebody out there in that ocean. Someone must've fed and clothed you. I'm not even the only Wolf Man I know. We might be rarities or oddities, but we are not the only ones of our kind. I sincerely believe that Fishy," Walter replied.

"I wasn't trying to run away… I only wanted to see what it looked like outside… And I can feel—. Something inside of me is different, Walter. Not just my thoughts… My powers don't work the same. I almost accidentally killed Fisher this morning," I confessed, "I dream about the ocean. I can't see the ocean, but I can feel it. I can hear it. It calls to me."

"What do you mean? How are your powers changing?" Walter asked.

"Fisher scared me, and I screamed, and I—. I felt the water like—. It felt like an extension of myself. It pushed him off his ladder," I replied. Walter’s face changed from concern to something indiscernible before he started laughing. “Walter?”

“Oh, I would’ve loved to see that,” Walter chuckled, “Fisher doesn’t deserve your sympathy. If something happened, we wouldn’t have let you get in trouble. We love you, Fishy… We do.”

After breakfast, I changed into my performing clothes, and the first batch of people poured in. Roy came by himself and stayed all day, waiting for things to quiet down so he could speak to me. He sat on the alcove bench, and he frowned at me. “What happened? Donna’s been worried sick about you,” Roy wrote.

“Sick,” I wrote.

“Garth. That’s your new name,” Roy wrote. I would’ve smiled, but everything seemed so grim. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing,” I wrote. A lie. Roy scowled and stormed off. I thought he’d never return. I swam in circles until I created a small cyclone in the water. I let it whoosh me around. I wanted to make a mess. I wanted to cry, but I held it all in until the end of the day. Walter was the only one allowed to feed me, so I sat at a table across from him, eating chicken and roasted carrots.

“The boy, he’s been asking about you,” Walter stated. I didn’t want to talk.

“Roy… I know. He called me Garth today,” I mumbled. The corners of my mouth involuntarily twitched upward.

“It fits you… Garth,” Walter grinned.

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nuage-s-den · 5 years

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Have you ever heard “for you” by tonight alive? it’s pretty sappy, but it has such strong birdflash vibes “for you I would fly without wings/and for you I would run like the sun chases the moon”

I must admit, this is the first piece I’ve written that feels fluid for a long time. Thank you for sending me a song, it is a lovely one (definitely screams Birdflash, haha!). For everyone else who’s sent a request, I swear I am still slowly working on them, and I promise you’ll get a little something as well. :)

Birdflash drabble #4 - A little more than best friends

No warnings aside from the risk of cavities… Ah, and no beta’d and written by a messy non-English writer hahaha.

It started as a simple conversation, a simple idea Donna threw in the air and that the team picked on. With the summer holiday coming to an end and the first day of school approaching fast, the five friends decided to have one last evening of fun before getting dragged back to the dull yet stressful routine that came with every Septembers. Sitting at the terrace of their favourite cafe, each shared their desires. Garth suggested going to the lake now that most tourists were gone, Roy was fine with anything as long as he could bring his itty bitty daughter. Wally wasn’t very picky, unlike when they organized outings that were related to restaurants. Dick mentioned wanting to make a bond fire, and Donna only wanted to go someplace where she could expand her portfolio by taking pictures of the scenery.

“Alright so let me just summarize what we have so far.” She had kept track of everyone’s wishes by scribbling down on a napkin. “We are looking to go somewhere with a place to swim, somewhere that’s safe for little Lian and where it is okay to make a fire.” Her friends nodded.

“Wally doesn’t care as long as we bring enough food for his bottomless stomach.” Dick, the youngest of the team, snickered before he and his best friend began a playful “poke war.”

Donna gently tapped her bottom lip with the end of her pen as she thought of a place that could satisfy everyone. "Oh.“ Her eyes light up. “How about we go to the Moonstone river? I went there once with my photography class. Granted, it is a bit of a treck to get there, but it fits pretty much everyone’s request. And we could camp for the night.” Donna watched as her friends thought about it and seemed to agree on her proposal. With a smile, she announced: “Then it’s decided! We will meet early on Thursday and spend the night there.” Each rose their drink and cheered.

It was already sunny when the group met at the entrance of the provincial park. Dick was the first on sight when Donna and Garth arrived. Roy followed shortly; his daughter held his hand and hopped as she played imaginary hopscotch. As always, Wally was the last one to get there and was shy of being half an hour late. Funnily enough, Lian was the one to scold him for taking so long.

The walk up to the river took the group two hours to complete, which was relatively fast seeing how often they had to stop either because Donna argued she wouldn’t forgive them if they didn’t let her take that one perfect shot of birds and wildflowers, or to entertain the toddler who occasionally got tired of walking. With Lian riding his back, Wally became her private “horsey” and was ordered to run up the slope as fast as he could.

“You’re slow, West.” Of course, Dick had to tease him. And of course, Wally took it as a challenge. The two began to walk with long strides, teasing the other when one gained some distance. The rest of the group watched them hurry, shaking their heads as they were used to their silly shenanigans. Once they reached the top, Wally and Dick were out of breath with Wally sitting down and Dick leaning on his knees.

As expected, the provincial park’s river was beautiful. The water trickled down the rocks and reflected the sun; it was surprisingly not too cold to the touch. A few people had already claimed some spots around the water, but it was relatively calm, and the group didn’t have trouble finding their perfect place to camp. Putting their backpacks down, Garth and Wally hurriedly undressed and jumped into the water with Wally immediately regretting it. “It’s cold!”Meanwhile, Roy helped his daughter take out her clothes and gently applied sunscreen to her sensitive skin. The young father talked with his child, a relaxed and fond look softening his face. Dick watched them from afar, smiling and remembering how his father used to speak to him with a similar expression before passing away. At the same time, Donna was already taking pictures of everyone. She always said that the best photos were taken au naturel. A big, wet golden retriever whose smile could melt the iciest hearts ran up to her to greet her while ignoring his owner’s calls.

“A puppy!” Not even after a blink, Wally was next to her on the floor and hugging, kissing the wet dog. “Who’s a good boy? What’s your name? Where do you come from? Are you having fun?” He talked with a high pitch voice which caused the dog to wag its tail even harder. “Donna! Donna! You better immortalize this beautiful creature with your super photographing skills!” Ah yes, Wally sure loved dogs. But his canine friend noticed someone else and without a goodbye, ran past him to jump on another unexpected victim. Dick was halfway into the water, showing off his ricochet skills to Lian, when the golden retriever jumped next to him, making a splash big enough to soak him entirely. There was a couple of laughs as the teenager’s cheeks turned a little pink.

When the evening came, the sun began its journey to the west, leaving the sky like a palette of pink and blue. Most of the people had left earlier, and eventually, the team had to say goodbye to Mr. Snufflekins the golden retriever who had “helped” them collect enough wood to start their fire. Once it was big enough, the five friends began to prepare their meal: hot dogs cooked over the fire and roasted marshmallows. Because most of them had a competitive nature, they decided to make the marshmallow prepping a contest; the person who made a marshmallow with a delicate crust on the outside, but still soft in the inside would be crowned king or queen of the fire. And because the truth always comes out of a children’s mouth, Lian was designed as the judge for the contest. Carefully, she took a bite of each marshmallow, looking as if she was degusting them with the taste bud of a real chef. Finally, she proclaimed her overly burnt entry as the winner and no one dared challenge her choice. Laughter and horrible singing attempts filled the silence of the night. Garth was the first one to fall asleep, hugging an empty backpack and a kid playing with his hair. Wally dared Roy to draw on his face but was disappointed when he learned of the lack of marker.

When dawn came, Dick was still awake. Sitting with his arms loosely hugging his knees, he watched as the moon and the stars shared the sky with the rising sun. The trickle of the river along with the melody of the songbirds made everything so peaceful. Most of his friends were still asleep, having consumed too much food, energy and, yes, a couple of beers. Someone sat next to him, yawning loudly and stretching. “What are you doing up so early? I thought you were a night owl?” Wally asked as he followed the younger man’s gaze.

“And miss this?” Dick grinned, listening as Wally hummed next to him. They remained like this for a while, comfortable with the silence that settled between them.

“You know, I think I might have a little too much to drink yesterday.”

Wally turned his head toward his best friend. There was a slight tint of pink on his face. “Yeah?” Dick’s smile was soft, and Wally felt as if his blue eyes had captured the stars and the moon for they were shining with something magical. Wally felt drawn to him; his hand moved to gently cup his best friend’s cheek without him realizing. Dick’s skin felt cool to the touch, and Wally could feel him accept the touch as he pressed against his palm. Something was happening, he told himself. There was a spark in his eyes, a zing in his heart. It was just like any cliche movies described it, and Wally wondered if Dick was feeling the same thing.

As if Nature was encouraging him, Wally leaned a little closer as the breeze gently pushed his back. There was a moment of hesitation as if neither boys knew what they were doing. “Dude, can I…” Wally started. For once he felt at a loss of words. Dick’s hand rested over his as he nodded. Shortly after, their lips were sealed, and their arms moved so they could embrace each other tenderly. The moment only lasted for seconds, but to them, it felt like a lifetime.

“I guess that makes us something a little more than best friends,” Dick said, his voice a little unsure. Wally gently lowered him to the ground, holding him as if he was a porcelain doll who could break with any sudden movement.

“Who said we can’t be best friends and something a little more?”

#birdflash #dickwally #wallydick #dick grayson #wally west #fab 5 #kibbles writes #thank you for participating!#i know you like the fab 5 so i thought i would do a story including them!!!#hope i didn't destroyed the characters holy crap #otp: let's grow old together

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dribs-and-drabbles · 2 years

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My end-of-the-weekend series round-up...in roughly the order I watched them:

Dear Doctor I’m Coming for Soul ep 5: I like this series. I like the premise. If I look past the medical stuff it's a great little story. I'm intrigued by the relationship Tua had with young Prakan (please don't spoil it for me!) and I think the main couple are great. Not to sure about some of the other characters. Oh and the use of music that’s already been used in Bad Buddy 😊 but on the whole it has me hooked.

Secret Crush on You ep 11: Not enough Jao and Sky. DEFINITELY not enough Daisy and Intouch. Did not like the 'wife' reference with Toh and Neur – I thought we were moving on from all that. The actor who plays Daisy did a brilliant job portraying her desire and attempt to be more masculine. And I LOVE Som...especially her being left alone - I felt seen 😂 I thought there was one ep left in the series but apparently there's three.

Star in my Mind ep 3: Great again. Loving Khabkleun pining over Daonuea. I wish he would clear up the Gia situation though. After watching Som in scoy being left alone, Fah then drove the message home with his “Some people are meant to be single.” 😂 The morning after the drunken night before was beautiful – not a sign of embarrassment to be seen from Khabkleun 👏🏼 – and I feel pretty pleased that with all the Thai series I’ve watched I understood the confusion in the Phi/brother conversation 💪🏼 And then that bloody house again and 'Leo’s' mum! But the pool scene was great.

Plus and Minus ep 3: I love this series so much and I can't wait until their feelings are reciprocated and they stare lovingly into each other's eyes. Taiwan just knows how to strum my heartstrings.

Cutie Pie ep 9: I have to say it but I thought there was too much Kuea and Lian this ep. And time wasted with all the kissing which could have been used to further Diao and Yi's storyline...which I am just getting as fed up with as Diao is getting fed up with Yi. When they drag it out this much it stops being interesting. I also didn't like Kuea saying 'no' to Lian all the time and then Lian not stopping -> consent, who is she? 🙄 Syn and Neur were cute, but there wasn’t enough of them, and the way they handled Kuea finding out about the transfer of deeds was dull and boring and predictable from a mile off. Yawn.

What Zabb Man ep 3: I like the characters. I like their growing attractions BUT the inappropriateness of the boss/employee relationship does bother me. Oh and the use of the annoying female/faen fatale – god we were so spoiled with Ink in Bad Buddy. I'm ignoring both issues for the sake of my watching pleasure but I wish they could have been handled differently. The dynamics between the two couples are just great, though.

Cupid’s Last Wish ep 5: I got a bit confused this ep because I could have sworn they were on a big 17 hour drive to the next temple but then suddenly they were in Bangkok at Korn's hotel...but, as always, I think Mix and Jan are doing a fab job playing Win. I don’t really understand why Win thinks Korn ‘did something wrong’ getting included on Win’s father’s will, though – surely it was just his father’s decision and, as I’ve said before, it’s probably a security thing to ensure Korn and Win have a majority stake in the farm or something. 🤷🏽‍♀️ It just seems strange that Win is so upset about it.

Kinnporsche ep 3: I'vE nOt wAtChEd iT yEt 😭😭😭

#this is mainly for me tbh #to a) keep track of what I'm watching #but also b) to see what has left an impression on me from each show #and tbh this week...not many of them have #like...I don't remember many details about each show #to write about #which I think speaks volumes #or it could just be because my brain wasn't able to absorb any information #after the week I just had #star in my mind #star in my mind ep 3 #secret crush on you #secret crush on you ep 11 #plus & minus #plus & minus ep 3 #plus and minus #dear doctor i'm coming for soul #dear doctor I'm coming for soul ep 5 #cutie pie #cutie pie the series #cutie pie the series ep 9 #what zabb man #what zabb man ep 3 #cupid's last wish #cupid's last wish ep 5 #gmmtv cupid's last wish #kinnporsche #kinnporsche ep 3 #actually I love the pattern of all these series being on eps 3. 5. 9. and 11

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Fic: Firefly’s Glow - Part 5/?

Chapter 1: Part 1 | Part 2 Chapter 2: Part 3 | Part 4 Chapter 3: Part 5 You are Here From the Beginning: FF | AO3 Summary: Imprisoned by the Hood, Gordon dreams of his oldest brother and of fireflies - but of course the Hood had to steal that memory too, in addition to his baldric, his boots, and Virgil’s face. What else could he possibly steal? He discovers the answer is quite a bit, and Gordon has to learn to navigate his new world, its new dangers, and the overbearing presence of his brothers’ desire to help what they can’t fix.

This part ~ 905 words - Enter Virgil, stage right.

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“Gordon’s alive.”

Two words. But the best two goddamn words Virgil had ever heard in his life. Relief surged through his tense muscles and the grip around his heart loosened, though the knots in his shoulders remained with the reminder of the agonizing hell of the past few hours. Timed with precision, he raised his left hand for his co-pilot’s high five.

It was a beat later than usual.

Right, he remembered, because it was Alan and not Gordon beside him.

“What happened?” Virgil demanded. “Is he alright?” There was something in the way that Scott spoke, a timbre that he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t fury or fear – but it was something. “Are you alright?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine.” Scott replied. “Uh - he’s alive and standing. But… Virg, can you hurry? We need you.”

That sounded worrisome. “Scott?”

“Just get here.” The comms went dead, intentionally that time. So, he did what any other worried brother would do. He listened, pushing Thunderbird Two just that bit beyond her limits to get to his siblings.

Thunderbird Two tore over Montana where the Rocky Mountains dipped into wide-open plains. The ranch, as it came into view, looked innocent enough. But just as their own Gran Roca home had a hidden belly of bunkers for their equipment testing, John and EOS had already run scans on the farm area to reveal the labyrinth of tunnels and chambers below the surface.

He warned his siblings accordingly. The site was more than met the eye.

Keeping a wary eye out for movement around the main house, Virgil landed his steadfast girl near to her agile sister. Then, he and Alan scrambled out of their seats to meet up with Scott and figure out what the hell was going on.

Scott was waiting for them outside the landing zone of Two, but nearby enough to bound over as they stepped foot onto the grassy flatlands. And he appeared to be alone.

Virgil knew the strain in Scott’s face as well as he knew his own paints tubes and could read which expressions were focus, which were stress, and which had the names Virgil, John, Gordon, and Alan written in tension lines (he was self-aware enough to know he definitely was included in that list). This was… different, as strange as the tone earlier, and the fear in his gut coiled painfully tighter from the not-knowing.

“Where’s Gordon?”

Alan grabbed him by the arm. “Virg-”

But his eyes were undeterred in their query for a clue in Scott’s face, meeting an unfamiliar dullness to those electric blues as they flicked downward – not to avert, but with a request to follow.

Oh f–

Virgil inhaled sharply and felt Alan’s grip tighten around his forearm.

“Gordon!”

Well, it was better than the alternative - in that anything would be better than the fact that five minutes ago they all thought Gordon was dead. The pulse in Scott’s carotid visibly throbbed, and now that Virgil was looking, it was obvious there was a stiffened tilt in his neck to give Gordon more room as he tucked himself in closer, clutching onto Scott’s uniform collar like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

“Oh man, G!” Alan exclaimed. “Who’s the short stuff now?”

“Alan,” Scott started, about to tell him off.

Gordon interrupted at nearly the same time, his voice inexplicably diminutive for his usually dynamic personality. “Still you, Sprout.”

Scott explained the circumstances around how he found Gordon, filling in details from what Gordon told him earlier of the story around his capture. Virgil growled low in his throat, getting angrier the more he found out about the ordeal. He hated this; hated what this man had done to his family.

“How do we fix this?”

“We need to know what he was injected with,” John advised. “Gordon? Anything you can tell us?”

He shrugged. “It was blue. It hurt when I was hit with it, but that could’ve been the force of the dart. It knocked me out after.”

“We need Havoc to tell us.” Scott exclaimed. “Kayo, you here? I knocked Havoc out and secured her around the side of the house. Maybe she’s knows-”

“I’m here, Scott,” came Kayo’s voice. “But I’m afraid Havoc is not.” In that moment, the rumble of take-off reached their ears. The Chaos Cruiser darted into the sky away from them.

Hope fled as quickly as it came, and for a beat comms were quiet and the world still.

John sighed but was the first to break the painful silence. “Scott, Kayo, we should still search the facility. See what you can find.”

“FAB. Stay where you are, Kayo, and I’ll meet you. Virgil, can you-”

“I got him, Scott. Go.” Virgil leaned in and reached out for his brother. “Come on, Gordo, I’d like to take a look at your injuries.”

“What about me?” Alan called out beside him, directing the question to Scott.

It was Gordon who answered. “Come with us, Al. Save me from how boring Virgil is in doctor mode.”

It would’ve been a normal Gordon comment under normal circumstances, the typical brotherly rub that he’d heard many times over and would not have thought twice about. But these were not normal circumstances.

This time, it triggered Virgil’s own version of Squid sense. Something – well everything – was off with Gordon.

Because when Virgil had reached for his brother, Gordon had hesitated

End Note - if you haven’t seen yet @godsliltippy made some amazing artwork of last chapter - here, and it’s so perfect. Go give it, and her, some love.

#Gavii Scribit #thunderbirds fanfiction #Firefly's Glow #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #thunderangst #Scott Tracy #thunderbirds are go #Pocket!Gordon

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Callisto (Part 8 - Recovery)

This one is over 4600 words to the point I considered cutting it in half. But lots happens so I’ve posted it whole. Now I just need to play catch up because I had a crappy couple of weeks and now I’m only about 500 words ahead of this. I have a few days off coming up, so wish me luck :D

As always, many thanks to the amazing @janetm74 @scribbles97 @tsarinatorment @vegetacide and science officer @onereyofstarlight You guys have helped me make this what it is. I so hope you are enjoying it.

For the first time in this story, I’ve slightly gone off plan and have had to add in a chapter because of it. Here’s hoping I can keep this going. We are now at 35,000 words which is approximately halfway.

Warnings: some whump.

Thank you for all your support with this fic. I doubt I could do it without all the cheerleading and support. You guys are just amazing ::hugs you so much::

Enjoy!

-o-o-o-

Jeff Tracy was a man of action and drive. Eight years in the depths of space had eroded the edges of his impatience, but hadn’t eliminated it.

So, sitting in Callisto Base watching his family work and not having anything much to do wasn’t in the best interests of his mental health.

But what could he do?

He had set up a kind of mobile control despite not being in control of anything. John had linked him into everything and he and Lee had pretty much taken over one of the command centres of the Base.

Grae hovered the entire time.

Jeff watched the well-oiled machine that was International Rescue with no small amount of pride. He watched them track down the lifesigns, survey the site, drill extra access, deploy Thunderbird Four and-

“Gordon!”

“Guys, get out of there! Now!”

The holographic image of the lake swelled and swept his sons away.

Jeff was on his feet without thinking.

Three of the five life signs on the strategy map darted erratically, one coming to an abrupt stop against the cavern wall, while the two others travelled some distance up the main tunnel before stopping suddenly.

“Thunderbird Five!”

“Please hold.”

Jeff’s eyes widened. “John!”

Data was suddenly thrown at his terminal. His sons’ vitals sprung up and he was relieved to find them all strong. A sitrep appeared a moment later tracking where the wave had come from, probabilities of a recurrence, a site safety scan and a feed from the Dragonfly Pod.

Its lights were still on, one shining at an angle across the tunnel it had landed in, the other reflected back a glare of white and a blue as beautiful as an Earth sky in the early evening.

The first one explained why.

One of the Dragonfly’s legs was sticking up out of a solidified white mass.

Of ice.

The math added up in his head very abruptly and he was suddenly moving.

It was a sign that Lee and he still had that unspoken communication as the engineer didn’t even ask and just moved with him, following his mad run to the hangar without a word.

Alan and Gordon had left the second Dragonfly pod at the Base and Jeff was ever so grateful.

“What’s…where are you going?” Grae’s eyes were wide as they all skidded to the side of the pod.

“Three of my sons are buried in ice. Where do you think I’m going?”

He didn’t bother to wait for an answer, climbing up into the cockpit with a leap of agility he hadn’t felt for years. With a nod from Lee, he snapped the hatch shut and grabbed controls he hadn’t used outside of a simulator in over a decade.

It was like returning home.

The Dragonfly took off for the airlock far above as the doors began their opening sequence without request.

-o-o-o-

John reacted the way he always reacted.

Without thought. There was no time for thought.

Hands moving across his console dragged as much information as he could from the static-fouled scans.

He blinked as the interference cleared somewhat.

A worried plea from his father John had no time for. A flick of his wrist and he mirrored his sources to his father’s terminal.

All three of his brothers had come to a halt. Gordon was still in the cavern, Four slammed up against a wall. Scott and Virgil were in the tunnel. Vital signs were still good, but there was no response from any of them.

No matter how much he yelled into comms.

One of the beacons had been swept away, causing the interference to intensify in that area, but the readings he had added up to a scenario that echoed past hell.

His father was already moving.

“John?” Alan’s voice was professional but sported an edge of terror.

“I’m coming down, Thunderbird Three.” He grabbed his helmet. “Dad is on his way out there. Do we have enough parts for a third Dragonfly?”

His brother’s voice solidified with the plan of action. “Yeah, Virg overcompensated as always. He packed stuff in as if he was planning to stay out here for a couple of years.”

John didn’t answer that. “Assemble another pod. I’ll see you down there asap.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five.”

“Eos, align the Excel with the danger zone. Initiate elevator deployment.” He flung himself through his ‘bird. “I need as much information as you can give me. Relay on descent.”

“Yes, John. It appears that the water volume of the lake increased dramatically before the incident, but has now returned to its previous status.”

John slipped through the airlock to the elevator. He hit his comms. “Michael, there has been an incident. I am going down to the surface. You have the Excel.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five. I will monitor.”

“Liaise with Eos.” He killed the connection as he entered the cockpit, his seat rotating towards him in welcome. “Eos, be nice.”

“I don’t like him.”

“Too bad. We need him.”

She grumbled in a way reminiscent of Virgil before coffee.

Maybe she had been taking notes.

He ignored it. “Send all information to my terminal here.” The elevator shuddered as it disengaged from Five and began its descent. The cockpit lit up with holograms.

He eyed the replay of the static-riddled scan as the lake swelled and overcame his brothers.

Four had been swept out of the water and washed ashore violently. Scott and Virgil, standing on that shore, hadn’t stood a chance.

One gloved hand reached up to poke the playback, pause and rewind. There had been a local seismic disturbance just before, epicentre to the north-east by a few hundred metres. Minor on an Earth scale, but since Callisto supposedly hadn’t had any major crustal movements in eons, it was unusual in the extreme.

“Eos, pull the Base seismic records. Have they detected anything like this before?”

The elevator’s thrusters fired as it hit the faint atmospheric boundary.

“Their system has recorded several incidents, but nothing of this magnitude.” Eos’ voice shifted to one of concern. “Incidents have been increasing recently. There have been three in the past month. John, one was recorded by the Base system the same day as the five members of their crew disappeared.”

“What? Why wasn’t that mentioned?”

“Unknown.”

He stared at the scan. “Do we have any source for more water to reach the lake?” It hurt his physics sensibilities. Water should not exist as a fluid in this environment at all.

“None within sensor range.”

Damnit. He was used to being able to see everything.

“Deploy a net of probes. I want everything in a ten thousand kilometre radius as crystal clear as you can get it.” If there was a pun in there, he refused to acknowledge it.

“Yes, John. That will cover the entire surface of the moon.”

“Exactly.” Something weird was happening here and he wanted to know what. If he had to throw everything Thunderbird Five had at it, he would.

The elevator thrusters fired again and the moon appeared around his windows, followed by the striking red of Three.

“Alan, are you ready?”

“Pod assembled, Thunderbird Five. Awaiting your orders.” There was no tremble in his brother’s voice, but there was an anxious impatience.

The elevator touched down with a soft thud. Eos’ control was perfect. “Thank you, Eos.”

“You are welcome, John.” A pause. “Be safe.”

His lips tightened a little. “FAB, Thunderbird Five.”

She didn’t answer as he stepped out onto the moon.

-o-o-o-

Alan didn’t remember his mother, but he had four brothers who did and he knew far too well the pain of what had happened when she was taken from them.

The fact that three of those brothers were now buried in the space-ice equivalent of an avalanche was absolutely terrifying.

The water had managed to travel some distance before solidifying and trapping everything. As far as Alan could tell, his brothers were encased in ice.

If they had been on Earth their lives would be in peril. In space, they were at least wearing their spacesuits. But spacesuits could be damaged.

He didn’t let himself follow that train of thought. He couldn’t afford it right now. Instead, he followed procedure.

That was what procedure was for.

It was a matter of minutes before John was stepping off the space elevator, his tall brother as confident and professional as ever.

Part of Alan was still surprised when John directed him to take control of the pod. Perhaps it was because Alan was used to the control freak habits of his two eldest brothers?

“Get us down there Alan.” John was distracted, glaring at his wrist projector.

He didn’t need to be told twice. With John secure in the backseat, Alan threw them down the gaping hole his ‘bird had dug, through the mole’s extension and into the dry cavern below.

The dragonfly latched onto the beacons and they darted down the correct tunnel, glittering rock streaking past them as their twin beams of bright light hit everything.

Including the mass of white that that suddenly swelled up on one side of the tunnel.

It wasn’t quite a wave, more a slosh of water, frozen in motion.

“What the hell?”

“Edge down the tunnel a little further, Scott is...” But they were already there and the flash of blue and red was obvious.

His eldest brother was embedded in the ice halfway up the wall. Alan only had breath as he yanked the dragonfly to an abrupt halt, her claws leaving gouges in the ice. “Scott!”

He was out of the pod as fast humanly possible.

One of his brother’s arms was dangling free and Alan reached for it. “Scott?”

Limp, gloved fingers.

John already had a hand laser out and the red of its beam was cutting ice in a loose silhouette of their brother’s body. As they worked him free, bits of ice fell away to the floor. It was fragmentary. Somewhere between solid and hard packed snow. The water had obviously frozen so quickly, it was aerated enough to stiffen fully.

Fortunately, because Alan had the sudden realisation that spacesuits or no, if his brothers couldn’t expand their ribcages, they couldn’t breathe regardless. The sudden relief sprouted new terror.

John helped Alan lower their big brother to the floor.

“Sc…Scott?”

For a second, Alan thought it was John speaking, but his astronaut brother answered, voice urgent. “Virgil?”

No response.

“Thunderbird Two, status!” John was moving, long legs leaping in the low gravity, propelling him back to the pod. He reached inside and pulled out a large torch. “Alan, attend to Scott.” And then his brother was running further down the tunnel, light bouncing ahead of him, holographic map hovering over his wrist.

A further spark of terror was smothered in Alan’s brain as he turned back to his prone and unconscious eldest brother and began chipping and melting ice to free him.

-o-o-o-

Virgil was lying flat on his back staring at white lit up by his helmet lights.

It took him a few solid minutes to realise exactly what he was looking at. His brain felt sluggish and was hurting like hell. He really needed more painkillers.

He automatically tried to calculate how long it was since his last dose and came up blank. There was time missing.

This realisation was quickly followed by the discovery that he wasn’t able to move.

God, his brain was slow. The first thought that came to mind was that yet another building had fallen on him. It happened far more often than he was willing to admit.

But then where was his exosuit?

He blinked slowly.

One arm was caught at an awkward angle and was protesting its position. His legs seemed to be splayed out evenly, though and his other arm seemed happy enough. Hell, there wasn’t really even much weight on him. He had definitely had worse.

But his chest was tight and breathing shallow. Something had him in its grip and he had to force down the visuals that came with that.

Not being able to move always sucked.

He really wished his head would stop hurting.

“Sc..Scott?” It was instinctual. In trouble, call for his big brother.

Need a hand.

“Virgil?” John’s voice. Johnny had the power to call Scotty, to get him help.

He opened his mouth to answer, but something shifted in the ice...ice...it was ice! Memories slammed into him of ice and snow and trapped and oh god...his sluggish brain couldn’t handle it.

“Thunderbird Two, status!”

John’s voice shook him.

Um, um…his heart was beating a mile a minute. He fought for control.

“Virgil? Son?”

Dad.

His father’s voice set off both relief and fear. Relief because of a deep-seated trust in his own father.

Fear because where was Scott? Scott should be here.

But Scott had been with him when the whatever had hit him.

Had hit him.

Water.

Space.

Callisto.

Sparkling crystal flickered in his mind’s eye.

“Scott?”

“Your brother is in good hands.”

Even his sluggish brain could see that as a non-answer. “Dad?”

“We’re digging you out.”

Oh.

As if to emphasize that statement there was a red flash and the world around him hissed. He closed his eyes as the light stabbed into his hurting head.

“Dad? Gordon?”

“Nearly there, son.”

Virgil’s heart clenched.

They uncovered his head first and Virgil teared up at the sight of his father’s worried expression above him. John was there as well, darting in and out of sight, obviously the source of the laser light.

“Johnny…”

There was a crack in the ice.

Ice.

His mind blanked in terror again.

Too many memories.

Far too many.

“Virgil! Look at me!” Dad’s voice held command and he had no choice but to obey. “You are safe.” His hand was being held and Virgil realised it had been cut from the ice. He tried to move his other arm, every heavy-lifting muscle he had straining against its restriction.

Another crack of stressed ice, a yelp from John and Virgil’s arm was suddenly free, ice fragments raining down on him.

Encouraged, he began working on his feet.

“Virgil, stay still just a moment longer.” John’s voice was strained.

Virgil wanted out.

“Virgil.” His Dad grabbed his flailing hand forced him to look at him, grey eyes reflecting the white ice. “Hold still, John is cutting you out.”

Yes, John was cutting him out. Red flickered amongst the white. Virgil swallowed and attempted to get the panic under control and found that he was trembling.

Damn.

He was a rescue operative. He should be calm.

The remaining weight on his belly was removed and he was finally able to take a deep breath.

It helped ever so much.

He closed his eyes and sought his centre.

And fell back on procedure.

If Scott was down, International Rescue was now his responsibility. He needed to be in control.

In control.

By the time John lifted the remaining ice off his legs, Virgil had found himself again. He clambered out of the ice as fast as he possibly could and shot to his feet.

And nearly fell flat on his face for the effort.

His father grabbed him and prevented his fall. “Virgil, sit down.”

There was a flicker of a medscanner, but Virgil was too busy assessing the situation to care. “Scott?”

“With Alan. Unconscious, but safe.”

“Gordon?”

“Still in the cave. Thunderbird Four is silent. I sent Lee. John is following him down.”

Damn. Virgil shook the last of the ice stuck to his uniform, straightened his baldric and took a step towards the direction of the cave, but was halted by a firm grip on his arm.

“You’re not going down there.”

Virgil spun on one foot and the world in all its glittering glory spun with him. “Gordon is down there.”

“John and Lee have him. You were buried in ice, Virgil.”

To his ultimate shame, Virgil shuddered at the concept.

But Gordon...

That grip on his arm tightened. “You’re coming with me.”

Virgil straightened, forcing steel into his spine. “With Scott unconscious, I am in command. I need to be down there.”

“No, you don’t.” His father took a step back up the tunnel, obviously intending to drag Virgil if he had to.

Virgil was no longer the scrappy kid who wanted to play with his paints instead of cleaning his room, and he stood fast.

His father had been in space a long time and his strength had paid the price.

There was no competition.

Buried in ice or not.

“Dad, I am going down to help with Gordon. Scott needs you. I’ll meet you up there the moment Gordon is safe.”

The need to be in two places at once, or more correctly four places, at least, was a common feeling Virgil had to ignore.

Gordon was the priority.

“I need an analysis of what happened. There was a wave. Why? See to Scott and Alan.” He reached up and gently peeled his father’s grip of his arm. “Thank you for helping me. Now I have to go help my brothers.” Turning he hit his comms, asked John for a sit rep and hurried down the tunnel.

He did not look back.

-o-o-o-

Scott had a headache.

That was the first hint of reality and not a new one in his life. He often woke with headaches, the only remaining question was what caused it this time.

“Hey, Scott, are you with us?”

Alan.

Several factors hit home at once. He was wearing his helmet, hence his uniform and Alan, only Alan, had said his name.

Mission.

He was sitting up before his brain had filled him in on the fact he was millions of miles away from home and gravity was a whole different thing on Callisto.

“Whoa!” Hands grabbed him. Hands that definitely belonged to Alan. The astronaut was crouched over him with worried eyes. “Take it easy. You might have a concussion.”

Head injury then.

“Mission status.”

“John’s gone after Gordon. Virgil is awake and out of the ice.”

Gordon. Gordon had been in the water. The weird water.

The very idea of Virgil being buried in ice again awoke horrors he did not want to face.

“Help me up.” Scott rolled himself over, ignoring the protests from his brother to stay put. His head protested very loudly and it became very apparent that the supposed head injury was not impressed with any movement.

Ow.

But, mission.

“Scott, what are you doing?” Another set of hands grabbed at him, which was probably a good thing because he was going down if they hadn’t. As it was, the whole world shifted as he was forcibly lowered to sit on the white, white ground again.

There was a flicker of yellow light and muttering from his youngest brother. “We need to get him back to base.” Alan’s voice was worried.

But Gordon. “I’ve got to go help Gordon.” He tried to stand up again, but too many hands held him down. His shoulders were grabbed and he found a pair of grey eyes staring at him. “Dad? Gordy is in danger.”

“I know son. John, Lee and Virgil will see to him.”

Virgil. He blinked. “Virgil was with me!” Again he struggled to get up.

His father held him down. “Virgil is very determined that he is fine. You, however, are not. You have a concussion. I will take you back to the Base and you will rest. Alan will help his brothers.”

“But-“

The hands on his shoulders squeezed. “Do I have to ask Virgil to reinforce that order?”

Virgil? Order? God, his head hurt.

But this was Dad. Dad knew what to do in space. Dad was...Dad was...

“Scott, you with me?”

He was shaken just a little and his head hated him for it. A groan and his hand encountered his helmet. Augh.

Space sucked.

“C’mon, Scotty, let’s get you into the pod.” Alan’s voice was gentle and professional. He was so proud of his little brother. “Yeah, well, I learnt from the best. Up you get.”

He was pulled slowly to his feet and he had to bite down or lose whatever the hell it was he had eaten last. There were steps and then he was sitting and familiar restraints were holding him in place.

He closed his eyes.

Gordon. He had to help Gordon.

“Your brothers will help him, Scott, you know that.”

But-

His world shook as the pod lifted. He glimpsed the back of his father’s helmet. Dad. Dad was driving. Dad had control.

He could let go.

-o-o-o-

Alan swallowed as their father launched the pod back down the tunnel, its headlights sparkling.

He had reported Scott’s status the moment they had the medscanner’s results and had received a very abrupt acknowledgement from Virgil.

It was unusual to have Virgil in command in space. It wasn’t his native environment and he didn’t venture into it very often. It, of course, wasn’t the first time, and Alan trusted Virgil with his life. But this was Alan’s turf, he needed to be there to help.

He leapt into the remaining dragonfly and dashed off down the tunnel.

It got tighter and tighter as he flew closer to the Crystal Cave, his access blocked by frozen lake water. For a moment he thought he was going to have to abandon the pod, but he was just able to squeeze through the entrance.

The lake was exactly as it had been. Calm and glittering in the pod’s headlamps. He turned slowly on the rocky beach to find Four, free of ice, jammed up against the wall beside the tunnel entrance. She was on her port side, cabin rammed into the rock.

Alan’s heart clenched as he set the dragonfly down.

Both John and Virgil along with Uncle Lee were attempting to gain access via the rear hatch. The ‘bird was made for water, but on the very rare occasion such as this, Brains had built space capable redundancies into her airlock.

How many submersibles in this universe were also space capsules in disguise?

But all this was redundant if the seals had been compromised.

A quick query of Thunderbird Five reassured Alan that Gordon’s vitals were still strong. There was still no response from their fish brother, but he was alive and relatively stable and Four reported no seal ruptures.

Yet.

Virgil grunted as the back of Four was slowly cranked open. Uncle Lee and his engineer brother were putting all their muscle into heaving the hatch open while John slipped into the vehicle.

A moment later the door was shoved shut again and Alan was surprised to see Virgil seal it with a hand laser.

Tired eyes caught Alan’s. His brother didn’t need to explain why he was doing what he was doing.

“Inner airlock door is now compromised.” John’s voice was calm and sure despite the subject matter. “Proceeding to the cockpit.”

Alan stared at Virgil a moment, caught by his haggard expression before hurrying around Four towards her belly viewports.

All he could see was Gordon’s feet. No matter how he shone his hand light through those windows, he could see nothing more. Gordon’s pilot’s seat obscured everything.

For it to be in that position it had to have been severed off its mountings.

Hell.

Determined, Alan scrambled around Four’s nose and tried to find her front viewports. Everything was obscured by rock.

Crystal glittered mockingly at him, an almost scarlet chunk of quartz sticking out of the wall and falling over as if it was reaching for Four.

Alan fought the urge to shove it away from his brother’s ‘bird.

“Cockpit hatch is non-operational. Eos, relay through my suit sensors and give me a detailed report on Gordon’s position.” John’s voice was ever so calm.

Alan wanted to scream.

He hurried back to the lower ports and stared at his brother’s feet.

Again Gordon had been crushed in his ‘bird. How hurt was he this time. How long would he take to recover?

Virgil spoke up and Alan was startled to find his engineer brother and Uncle Lee standing beside him. Virgil was standing ramrod straight. “Eos, can you pull any medical data?”

“Please hold.” The AI’s voice was crisp and professional. “Compensating for interference.”

Damned interference. Alan was so sick of static. Their comm lines and sensor feeds were usually perfect. What was it with this place?

A big hand gently wrapped around his arm.

“I’m fine, Virgil.”

The hand did not let go.

“Thank you, Eos.” How did John stay so calm? “Cutting into the cockpit now.”

Virgil’s wrist control lit up and projected the sensor data he had requested from Eos. True to this place, parts flickered and there was some pixilation, but a clear outline of both Gordon and John inside Four was all the reassurance it could be.

Gordon was curled up on the ‘floor’ of his ‘bird, on what had been Four’s portside viewports.

The laser cutter in John’s hand flared up brightly as he cut through the cockpit hatch mechanisms.

Red light flickered through the marine acrylic enough to catch on Alan’s uniform.

“His right arm is broken again.” Virgil sighed. “He’s going to be so pissed.”

“I’m in.” And John was. Light lit up the viewports, quickly followed by the yellow of a medscanner.

“Oh, thank god.” Beside him, Virgil visibly deflated in relief. The hologram lit up with Gordon’s full medical details. A red alarm hovered over one arm where the break snapped his right ulna and his head had an orange flag that pinpointed a likely concussion. But other than that, Gordon appeared whole and safe, his spacesuit undamaged and airtight. Alan’s shoulders dropped almost as much as Virgil’s.

“He’s safe to move, John.” No doubt John knew that, but Virgil obviously had a need to confirm it anyway. He had a habit of doing that. Alan wasn’t really sure who it was for, Virgil’s brothers or himself.

The next few moments involved cutting open the rear hatch of Four again. This time there was the hiss of escaping atmosphere as Virgil took the entire door off the sub, no longer needing to worry about Gordon’s suit integrity.

John emerged carefully carrying his unconscious brother, Gordon’s helmeted head limp on one shoulder, his arm in an emergency splint, no doubt from one of Four’s first aid packs.

“Vincent, I’m thinking you boys need to take your brother back to base.”

Alan suddenly realised they were a pod or two short to carry all of them. There were five operatives and only one pod.

Uncle Lee eyed Virgil, his lips thin. “Albert, you could fly George while Vincent, John and I dig out the other pod.”

Virgil shifted his feet as he translated that, and Alan frowned at him. His engineer brother was wrecked. Alan could see it in his eyes. Understandable

Virgil’s nod was firm, regardless. “FAB. Alan, you’re with Gordon. John, what is the impact of the interference on Eos’ capability to pilot the pod if necessary?”

Their space brother was looking down at Gordon’s face frowning. “Eos is deploying a moon-wide probe net. We can use them to strengthen the signal. I think that above ground, Thunderbird Five should be able to pilot reliably. I would not recommend attempting it underground.”

Virgil nodded again before striding over to Alan’s pod and, climbing up and throwing the hatch back, began reconfiguring the backseat to transport their injured brother.

Alan hurried over to help and within minutes, John had secured their unconscious aquanaut brother prone on his side in the back of the pod.

Silent, eyes closed, non-responsive.

Alan took off smoothly and with as much care as possible, flew back up the tunnel, heading above ground and back to Callisto Base.

His last glance at the Crystal Cave outlined the shapes of two brothers and an uncle standing ever so alone in a giant cavern that had tried to kill three of his brothers.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #John Tracy #Alan Tracy #Jeff Tracy #Lee Taylor #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #Gordon Tracy #callisto

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givemeonebreath · 3 years

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A big, messy Linked Universe playlist

Link for Links

Heavy on the angst, because of who I am as a person. (At the same time, don’t take it too seriously, man.)

Influenced by canon, manga (TP Link is really Going Through It™ ), my personal perceptions, and popular fandom canon.

A pretty wide variety of genres, with a bias towards metal and prog rock.

I kept snippets of lyrics for most songs, also because of who I am as a person. (Some were particularly hard to narrow down to just one verse or chorus.) Those - and a little more rambling - are under the cut if you really want, in the order of the playlist. But. It’s long.

I didn’t initially make this with the intent to share, but hey. Throughout my past year+ of listening, I’ve been haphazardly adding songs to a playlist I very creatively named Links. If something reminded me of them, whether through the music or lyrics or both, I threw it on the playlist, so some songs might seem odd or vague. Some are really on the nose, as subtle as a sledgehammer. (Sky for Sky? Dude. Sorry.) Some are there because of a fitting line or two that stuck in my head. Ultimately, music - like any form of creative expression - can be interpreted in a multitude of ways.

My listening habits and tastes are erratic, which is why this is one big, jumbled playlist and not separated for different Links. Not to mention if I did that, some (Wild, Legend) would have a lot and some (Wind, Four) would have none, both because of my own familiarity with them, and because of the general themes of the music I tend to listen to. Most songs are a general ‘hero’s spirit reborn’ mood, anyway - those are the first part of the playlist. The second half is more nuanced to specific Links, plus a few Ganon vibes.

1. Deep Purple - April (Koji Kondo, composer of the original Legend of Zelda theme, was into Deep Purple as a kid, and it shows.)

2. Kamelot - Regalis Apertura

3. Au4 - So Just Hang On, Beautiful One (I’ve posted this here before. I can’t hear it without thinking of LU now.) So I slipped in through the gate almost unknown. All my border stamps were late. Seven days old. Cold hand griped my shoulder blade, broke the bone. Bloody nose and turned away, all the way home.

4. FC Kahuna - Hayling Don’t think about all those things you fear, just be glad to be here

5. Glass Animals - Youth Boy, when I left you you were young I was gone, but not my love You were clearly meant for more Than a life lost in the war

6. Pain of Salvation - Restless Boy A restless boy in a world too slow A flame born into cinder, ash, and glow I've given everything I gave it all Yet find myself alone

7. Haken - The Endless Knot Our design shifted frame by frame! Across the line our cycle starts to fail. Our design shifted frame by frame! Across the line we die to live again. We need a story to believe in. We need a hero to prevail. We need a challenge we can overcome, it takes a tragedy to make us one

8. Kamelot - Memento Mori (I particularly associate this with Time and Twilight) I am the god in my own history The master of the game I may believe if she would come to me And whisper out my name Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone If life has ever been Sometimes I wonder how belief alone Can cut me free from sin

9. Katatonia - Fighters Look I told you so We never stop If we said that We'll back it up For sure You know We're fighters

10. Megadeth - This Day We Fight! (I mean, all Links, but particularly Warriors) For this I was chosen, because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of the night Off to another war-torn, faraway battlefield Wherein lies a demonic enemy horde

11. Moon Tooth - Igneous Well, the spirit took me And this old broken body leapt up and danced Settin’ out Settin' out with all my heroes in a bundle at my back Hawk am I More wings span in my shadow than overcast Yeah, you know what they say Always need something to look up to, ha

12. Samael - Moongate Destiny, tomorrow is today Destiny, without boundaries How many nights will we spend together traveling infinity back and forth and again How many times will we go together questioning eternity about us about our wonders...

13. TOOL- Parabola This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion

14. Lunatic Soul - Blood on the Tightrope No matter how hard you try To shut down your feverish thoughts They hunt you down with no regret Cause you have to fix it all

15. Hybrid - Keep It In The Family

16. Soul Savers - Unbalanced Pieces Gone, now carry on Through violent seasons I call you mother, mother, mother In vain, absent chain The twilight's bleeding And the playing board has two unbalanced pieces

17. Steve Von Till - Valley of the Moon All she gives is a stone facade Like ill-given flowers at a dead man's wake Here we slave for the dreams of another And fight over scraps like wayward dogs

18. Ludovico Einaudi - Experience

19. Lunatic Soul - Summoning Dance Three stones on the right side Three stones on the left My vicious circle of life and death “Oh you want it” I hear it again “Oh you want it” My burden Curse to break

20. Lunatic Soul - Through Shaded Woods Run through your shaded woods Run through your shaded mind Run through the night Run away Run through the darkness Run

21. Lunatic Soul - Naavie

22. David Bowie - Nature Boy There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he

23. The Dandy Warhols - Sleep Well, I could sleep forever But it's of her I dream If I could sleep forever I could forget about everything

24. Au4 - Everyone is Everyone (and Everything is Everything) Tripping and tumbling, Flipping and fumbling. Flowing on the rivers of sadness That have been forever rumbling. But from dawn until now Of all the paths that I could have gone down Of all the valleys That I could have been flowing through. In spite of all the chaos And all that has come between us, How is it I still find myself Here with you.

25. Kingcrow - Everything Goes Your hands again upon the ground Falling rain for hours and hours As you learn the game Time dispels the fog ... Ever been there? Ever felt like prey? Ever thought your mind was feeble? Lot of things that don’t make sense

26. Pain of Salvation - Icon As a child I felt too old And now when I'm grown-up I feel too young A different kind so I've been told Just slightly out of reach and out of time

27. Sophia Loizou - Divine Interference (I got spooky dungeon vibes. Also, the title.)

28. Carpenter Brut - Fab Tool Runnin Gunnin Forward in the phantom shatter so grand Splatter grand, arcanum fuel Wrought iron out of the sky Over me, tells no lie

29. Blue Stahli - Death Will Have to Run All on the open road Where none will ever grow A journey toward the known With countless miles to go

30. Gyroscope - Mistakes & Ladders I am the first? No I can't be the first A continuous nothing, destined for something Tell me who you are and why you trapped me here

31. Queens of the Stone Age - Run, Pig, Run Run, pig, run Here I come

32. Chali 2na & Krafty Kuts - Guard The Fort The swords are drawn and odds are stacked And we clash the impact's a thunderous clap Calm demeanor Even though we are under attack [...my turn to guard the fort ready for combat]

33. The Great Discord - Army of Me (lol)

34. Kongos - Terrified I think I'll start again and change my name You only live once or twice, what a shame Somebody fucked up when designing this game

35. Woodkid - Run Boy Run Run, boy, run! This ride is a journey to Run, boy, run! The secret inside of you Run, boy, run! This race is a prophecy Run, boy, run! And disappear in the trees

36. The Beta Machine - The End A million miles away from you this time I'll do what it takes I'm on my way If lines are in the sand I'll go under If I can make it in time I will bring you back with me

37. Devin Townsend Project - Gump When we last met who was I? I'm sorry we no longer see eye to eye The energy to keep you in while keeping myself out I'm sorry how you'll take this But I just don't have the patience anymore

38. Arrested Youth - Riot! I can't get much satisfaction living in this cave It's tough to breathe, I'm in the belly of the beast Can't sleep with all my rage With me and all my generations living in this cage Pick up your guns and tell your sons, tonight we break the cage

39. Led Zeppelin - Friends So anytime somebody needs you Don't let them down, although it grieves you Some day you'll need someone like they do Looking for what you knew

40. Faunts - M4, pt 2 (Wild) Fight your foes you're not alone Holy war is on the phone Asking to please stay on hold Bleeding loss of blood runs cold And I need you to recover Because I can't make it on my own

41. Faith No More - Ashes to Ashes (Wild) I want them to know it's me, it's on my head I'll point the finger at me, it's on my head Smiling with the mouth of the ocean And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain

42. Devin Townsend - Jupiter (Wild) I know you At least I think I do Everything's changed But in the days that are so dark It's wonderful

43. Katatonia - Neon Epitaph (Wild) Shadow of my shadow Cling not to my grief I am long left behind now You are free

44. The Smashing Pumpkins - The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (Wild) Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us No one can separate us For we are all that is left The echo bounces off me The shadow lost beside me There's no more need to pretend Cause now I can begin again

45. Katatonia - Lacquer (Wild) My voice travelling Soaring bird above your head The house we lived in Ridden with disease ... The levee breaking I can't live to fight once more The road to the grave is straight as an arrow I'm just staying around to sing your song, baby

46. Eskimo Joe - This is Pressure (Wild) There is no romance in suffocation The walls fall down like your expectations You want to scream And you want to shout But you've built up steam And you can't let it out This is pressure

47. Portugal. The Man - 1000 Years (Wild) We'll wait 1000 years Until the end of time We'll wait 1000 more Dressed up in gold and white We'll climb the mountain sides To find what's in the sky We'll dig through mountain sides To find what's deep inside

48. Au4 - An Ocean’s Measure of Sorrow (Wild) Forgot my name and who I was. Memories of nothing floating up. All of the sorrow we once knew, Colours the ocean's water blue.

49. Band of Skulls - Carnivorous (Twilight) I am corrosive and cohesive Like a chemical bond I'm all together undone I am the broken kingdom I'm just so, so, so So carnivorous

50. Glass Animals - Flip (Twilight) I wanna go back with a club and attack I wanna take to my guns and break you I gotta make my little foe take his own

51. TV on the Radio - Wolf Like Me (Twilight) My mind has changed my body's frame, but, God, I like it My heart's aflame, my body's strained, but, God, I like it

52. Kamelot - The Spell (Twilight) All my demons cast a spell The souls of dusk rising from the ashes So the book of shadows tell The weak will always obey the master

53. OSI - Radiologue (Legend) I was dreaming I was heading west thirty days faster Had a fever woke up in a sweat bailing out the water Can't go on Can't go back Heard your voice coming through the noise wrote it in the radio log Hurt my head, wondering what you said so I threw it overboard

54. Katatonia - Don’t Tell A Soul (Legend) I have been destroyed by the perfection that is a lie see I'm moving soon see my feet are already on the road and if you know where I’m going don’t tell a soul

55. Haken - The Mind’s Eye (Legend) The shape of things to come are closer than they seem Changing your design every time you disappear I'm planning my escape through portals of your mind Where people seem to drop like flies

56. Pain of Salvation - Species (Legend) Sometimes I hate my fucking species Yet most days I'll do anything to please it My generation was fooled to pursue our dreams But it is not what it seems You never need what you want And you rarely want what you need

57. Euringer - Do You Kiss Your Mama with That Mouth? (Legend) All my life, misunderstood I'm fuckin' too smart, too smart for my own good The last question, before I go is "Hey motherfucka, do you kiss your mama with that mouth?" Yes! I kiss your mama with this mouth

58. !!! - Pardon My Freedom (Legend) Like I give a fuck, like I give a shit Like I give a fuck about that shit Like I give a fuck about that motherfucking shit

59. Team Sleep - Ataraxia (Legend) Froze asleep Coma deep I dream I'm out with you Alone at sea

60. Oliver Tank - Embrace (Legend) You're in my dreams The world is torn apart at the seams And I don't wanna leave Wearing my heart on it's sleeve

61. Machine Gun Fellatio - The Girl of My Dreams (Is Giving Me Nightmares) (Legend) The girl of my dreams is giving me nightmares I don't know what it means but she's got multi-coloured hair When she stands in the sand I dream of peaches And I'm not sure what that means either

62. Earl Greyhound - Shotgun (Legend & Hyrule) I am nobody, nobody is who I am I am a traveler on this land And nothing, nothing, nothing in my hands

63. TV on the Radio - Staring at the Sun (Hyrule) You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me

64. Echo & The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon (Time) Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him

65. Sufjan Stevens - Sugar (Sky) Don’t break my heart, don’t break my flow now And all this rage has got to go now Let’s take up this lifeline Come on, baby, gimme some sugar Don’t make me wait Don’t make me wait too long Don’t make me sing the sad song Come on, baby, gimme some sugar

66. Obsydians - Ascension (Sky) Rise above the hardships you’ll face I will sign and keep on rising As long as you are giving me your soul and keep me awake Feel like home and spread your light around I will listen and just be there As long as you are giving me your love I’ll give you my soul

67. Sonique - Sky -_-

68. Enter Shikari - The King (Ganon) Watch your back, my friend I'm about to kickstart a cycle Of never ending revenge And this time it's primal, it's tribal

69. Saul Williams - WTF! (Ganon, Hylia) "You've been polluted, uprooted by time You have been muted, computed but I'm A living vessel of the one, of the moon, of the sun" Hey! You ain't as dead as you seem, what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies

70. These New Puritans - We Want War (Ganon/ Dark Link/ any nemesis I guess) Shadows dance back up, it's happening again If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: "We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; But they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know" Can't you see them Floating like black ash? Can't you feel them Crawling down your back?

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #listening to music while I stare blankly at nothing is legit my number one hobby #and then shit like this happens #linked universe playlist

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wildlyminiaturesandwich · 5 years

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I have OPINIONS

If Game Changers say we like something, we’re “being fake” and “afraid to lose our title”. If we say we don’t like something, we’re “being ungrateful” and “shouldn’t be allowed to represent the company”.

Whatever about all that, I have opinions about this anniversary business and tbh my tongue hurts from biting it. So what the hell, have my opinions that literally no one asked for 🤷‍♀️

Let’s get one thing straight first, I don’t blame the Sims Team for any of this. We all know the Sims Team has a budget to work from that EA give them, and we all know that budget is FAR lower than any of EA’s other franchises. So I’m guessing what we got is exactly what the budget allowed for, which is just sad.

I don’t hate the hot tub, it’s a cool object with some nice swatches, but it’s an object we already have. It’s literally just one of the other hot tubs with a roof over it, which as Fab Flubs proved, can be done already without that “new” hot tub. There’s been a disturbing habit from the Sims Team lately of recycling objects for new packs, but to do this for something that’s supposed to be a thank you to the community that’s supported them for so long?! Not okay. And if they were going to give us a hot tub anyway, why didn’t they make it a heart-shaped hot tub for nostalgia, but this is all besides the point.

I really just want to know who approved this! Who was sitting in a meeting and going “A hot tub we’ve already used but for base game and with a roof and some lights? Nailed it. They’ll love it.” Were they high?! Or did they just forget completely and got to the day before the anniversary and had to scramble to come up with something? Who thought it would be a good idea to take a hero object from a previous pack and make it base game?

If you don’t know what a hero object is, it’s the object in a pack that the team generally spend the most time on, it’s the one object they know people want the most and will buy the pack just for that one item. For example the murphy bed from Tiny Living, the washers/dryers from Laundry Day, the photo studio from Moschino, the climbing wall from Fitness Stuff, the bowling lane from Bowling Night, etc etc. Think about it, how many people would have bought Perfect Patio if it didn’t have the hot tub? I would have, but I’m stupid when it comes to buying ALL packs, that’s well established lol Don’t get me wrong, it’s really cool that those that haven’t bought the pack can now use hot tubs, but for those that bought the pack specifically for that hero object, it’s a slap in the face.

Second, and this is my biggest issue with this whole thing, IT’S THEIR 20TH ANNIVERSARY. There are so many people that are like “you don’t give other people gifts on your birthday, do you?” No I don’t, but I’m not a multi-billion dollar gaming company in an industry where one franchise reaching 20 years is a MASSIVE deal! Most franchises don’t last past 5 years and those that do make a huge deal about every year they make it to after that.

Take Blizzard for example, World of Warcraft just made it to 15 years and they went big. Not only did their anniversary celebration last from November to January, but they opened up old raids for higher level players, which had higher drop rates for some long sought after mounts during the celebration and when completed gave you an achievement that awarded you with a guaranteed mount that looks like Deathwing, a raid boss from one of the first expansions (hello nostalgia!), and they opened up an old battleground that when completed could earn you two other new mounts. They also sent out celebration packages to every single character’s mailbox (not just every player, but every single character... each player is allowed 50 characters per account btw) that contained a 15% increased xp and rep gain token that lasted for the duration of the anniversary celebration AND a cute little battle pet that again, was inspired by another old raid boss, Nefarian. And on top of all of that, you were also able to purchase goodies from previous anniversary celebrations from an NPC for those two months of the celebration.

I dunno about you, but to me that’s a crazy amount of nostalgia and goodies, and Blizzard always celebrate their anniversaries in this kind of style, even the ones that aren’t “major” milestones.

So why isn’t EA making a big deal about the Sims 20th anniversary? In fact, literally everyone else is making more of a fuss about it than EA! There have been dozens of interviews with Game Changers and devs alike. The Fader, Playstation, MTV News, Polygon, EB Games, NVIDIA, Youtube Gaming, Discord, IGN, Need For Speed Spain, and hell even The Onion tweeted about it. Thousands of members of the community have shared their sweet nostalgic stories about how long they’ve been playing The Sims and what the games have meant to them.

And EA gives us a giveaway, a patch with a couple simlish songs, only 3 minor bug fixes and a recycled hot tub, a graphic that seems to be full of random numbers that mean nothing, and more ways to give them our money (new expensive merch that doesn’t even really scream “it’s our birthday!”). I’m sorry but where’s the nostalgia? Where’s the real thanks to the community that has supported them for 20 years? It’s just so disappointing, and yet, not surprising at all. It’s become normal to see something like this happen and think “Well, did we really expect anything different from them?”, which when you think about it, just seems so wrong.

This franchise has meant so much to so many of us, and it’s sad that we’ve been made to lower our expectations to the point where when something like this happens, we’re not even surprised anymore. We shouldn’t think that way about a game that we’ve grown up with, supported, and loved for 20 years.

#I don't really know what to tag this with so I'm just gonna go with nothing lol

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hedwigstalons · 4 years

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SpaceBears - Taking The Plunge

These two have taken up residence in my head and made themselves comfortable. Far too comfortable.

This story takes place the day after ‘In the Beginning’ (here) but I think I’ve managed to write it so it still makes sense without reading the original. It probably helps to know that it takes place the day after Alan and Brandon hook up.

This instalment sticks to a T rating and that’s only really for some language from Gordon *rolls eyes at the aquanaut and his sailor talk*

If you prefer to read on AO3 you can do so here

Thank you to @willow-salix who checked my ramblings despite her own punishing upload schedule - go check out her stuff, she has put out some amazing chapters this week.

xoxoxox

Alan woke to find a heavy arm flung over him and warmth pressed against his back, gentle breaths tickling his neck. This wasn’t a completely unheard of experience if either he or a brother had dealt with a particularly traumatic rescue; sometimes being the baby of the family had its advantages and he wasn’t too proud to seek out familial comfort to dispel the nightmares. The difference this time was that neither the room he was in, nor the arm across him, belonged to a brother. Memories of the day before penetrated through the heavy fog of morning and brought with it understanding.

Brandon. The Expo. The kiss. Many kisses. And now here they were, curled up together after falling asleep in front of a movie.

The man behind him was evidently already awake and his stirrings had alerted him to his return to consciousness.

“Morning rocket boy. Any chance I can get my other arm back?”

The limb draped across him was removed and Alan rolled away, allowing him to both free the arm underneath him and to face his bed companion who was now flexing his fingers painfully as the blood flowed back.

“Sorry, you should have woken me,” he apologised with concern in his eyes.

“Nah, I figured you guys have to catch sleep when you can. I’ll live.” Alan was treated to a soft grin as Brandon massaged life back into his arm.

Finally satisfied that he had escaped pins and needles Brandon shuffled closer to close the gap between them. He reached out and rested one hand on Alan’s exposed waist where his t-shirt had rucked up and propped himself up on the other elbow.

Alan felt a warm glow spread through him at the touch and he returned the smile. Brandon’s hair, messy from sleep, was sticking out at all angles in untidy curls and Alan gently brushed back a stray lock that threatened to fall into Brandon’s eyes. Yesterday morning this moment would have been unthinkable, the thought of touching Brandon in this way confined to his secret dreams. To find out the feeling was mutual had been a surprising, yet welcome, revelation.

“Guess we’re giving this a go, huh?”

“Guess so.” Brandon tilted his head and lowered it, pulling Alan towards him as he kissed his sleepyhead...boyfriend? He guessed that was the right term now. It certainly felt right. Yesterday still felt a bit unreal but here he was, in Alan’s bed, actually getting to kiss the blonde who had been increasingly in his thoughts.

“I’m sorry about my brothers last night,” Alan muttered sheepishly once Brandon’s warm lips left his, “they can be a bit full on.”

“S’only ‘cos they care about you.”

There was something in Brandon’s eyes that Alan couldn’t quite name. Envy? Longing? He wasn’t too sure but the bleeping of his comm put paid to further musings. He groaned and rolled reluctantly away, sitting up to pick up the device that he knew wouldn’t go quiet until he answered it.

“What’s up, Gords?” he answered wearily as the grinning visage of his brother smirked at him in holographic form.

“Getting a little distracted there?” The waggling eyebrows left no illusions as to what Gordon could be referring to.

“Look, is this important or did you just drop in to check up on me?” he snapped. The last thing he needed was yet another brother butting in on his life, it had been bad enough having to listen to Scott and Virgil spell out the rules for his new relationship.

“Hey, relax. Just reminding you that you’re meant to log your mile time in the pool this morning. I know Brandon isn’t due to leave yet but you’re back on duty and Scott is still storming round like a thundercloud. Best not give him anything else to grump over.”

“Sorry, guess I’m just still a bit on edge.”

“Scott and Virg give you a hard time last night?” there was a softening of attitude from Gordon; he knew exactly what it was like to be on the receiving end of a lecture and it was rarely a fun experience.

“Something like that. Look, gimme 5 minutes and I’ll be there.”

“FAB,” Gordon cut the comm connection and winked out of existence.

Alan turned back to Brandon and found himself apologising yet again. “Sorry, I only got yesterday off. I wasn’t really anticipating any of this happening,” he gestured at the rumpled sheets, “or I’d have tried to get more time. It won’t take me long to do my swim but Gordon’s right, I need to get out there, the last thing I need is another lecture. Hey, you should come swim too.”

“Uh, I didn’t bring any stuff.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just comm Gordon and you can borrow some of his, he won’t mind and it’ll feel better than a shower.”

Brandon was definitely feeling in need of something to freshen up, while he and Alan had made it under the covers at some point during the night they were both still in their clothes from the day before. He really wasn’t keen on the idea of hitting the pool but before he could protest Alan had already called up Gordon and made arrangements for him to borrow something suitable.

Now that he had a deadline Alan was a bundle of energy. It surprised Brandon just how quickly Alan could go from sleepy and smudgy eyed to alert and bouncing but he guessed years of answering emergency calls at all times of the day and night had trained the astronaut to immediate wakefulness when required. In just a few short minutes Alan was ready, clad in swim shorts with a towel slung round his neck, leaving Brandon no option but to follow him to Gordon’s room.

They knocked and a cheery voice bade them come in. Gordon had beaten them to it and was already rummaging through his closet for something for Brandon to wear, the two of them were of a similar size and Brandon had no doubt the proffered board shorts would fit. He supposed he had to be grateful that Gordon hadn’t tried to kit him out in some of the many tiny speedos he knew the aquanaut owned but he still took the shorts only reluctantly. He sighed and headed off to his guest room to get changed and grab a towel.

xoxoxox

Once they were alone Gordon rounded on Alan, smirking.

“So, you and Brandon. How long have you been hiding this from us all? You do realise you’re probably the only one of us seeing any action at the moment.”

“I haven’t been hiding anything. Until yesterday I didn’t even know he liked me like that.” Alan could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He should have known he wouldn’t have been able to escape a grilling from Gordon and being alone in the aquanaut’s room left him wide open. He was sorely tempted to just leave and head to the pool but knew he’d only get the suggestive remarks in a more public space. And anyway, Gordon had managed to place himself in the way of the door, cutting off his escape route.

“And you’ve already got Scott having kittens over it, I swear he thinks you’re still twelve sometimes. Only yesterday, huh? I know Brandon didn’t go back to the guest room last night; quick work there, Al. Maybe Scott is right to worry about you after all, you dark horse.” The smirk was joined by more wiggling eyebrows, eliciting a groan from Alan.

“Nothing happened, alright.” Now he was seriously blushing. At least Gordon wasn’t treating him like some kid to be wrapped in cotton wool, if anything he was overestimating things. “Scott caught us making out, that’s all. And later we just watched some movies.”

“If you say so.” There was a shrug that suggested Gordon wasn’t entirely convinced.

“I do say so.”

Alan threw himself back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. This was all so new to him but evidently his brothers had convinced themselves that he and Brandon were already screwing around. In reality though he was pretty apprehensive about the whole idea. He took a deep breath, hoping Gordon wouldn’t laugh at him.

“Um, so what’s it like? You know...with a guy?”

Gordon was caught off guard, the nervous quaver to the voice showed just how much this was eating away at Alan, while the question itself made him realise Alan had been serious that nothing had happened the night before. Theirs was a fairly open household so he was surprised at Alan’s hesitance to ask, but, on reflection, he probably would have been nervous too if he’d gone to an older brother for advice. Sensing this wasn’t a time for jokes and teasing he sat down near Alan’s feet.

“Aw, man.” The responsibility weighed heavy on Gordon and he brushed his fingers back through his hair, wondering where to begin. If he’d bothered to think about it he would have assumed Aan would have gone to one of the other brothers, any of the other brothers, except him. But then he realised a lot of his preconceptions had been wrong.

He’d always pegged Alan as a junior hybrid of John and Scott and with that came the false assumption that his little brother would eventually be seeking advice about girls, not that he was inexperienced there either, mind you. But Brandon? Brandon had been a surprise. He took a deep breath.

“Well, for a start don’t believe everything you see on the internet. You don’t need to go copying that shit; some of it’s okay for a bit of casual viewing but it’s not how you want to build a relationship.”

Alan sat up with a jolt, wrapping his arms around drawn up knees and staring at Gordon with wide eyed horror. “You do know John monitors our internet use, don’t you?”

Gordon rolled his eyes indulgently. “The Eye-In-The-Sky isn’t going to have a watchalong with you if that’s what you’re worried about, and judging from the fact we are even having this conversation about guys says to me your tastes run a little differently to his. Unless you start looking at something illegal he’s not going to go telling Scott what you choose to jack off to.”

Alan was severely regretting entering into this conversation. He knew they were all adults but he didn’t really want to be contemplating his brothers’ downtime viewing habits, the whole idea made him a little nauseous. Sure there had been a little self-exploration but the fantasies had been firmly within his head with his web based activities restricted to the gaming world. “So, no copying porn. Got it,” he squeaked. “Any other pearls of wisdom?”

“Relax, Alan,” he could tell his brother was getting seriously worked up over the whole affair, “you’re eighteen, no one is expecting you to be experienced at this stuff and there’s no rush either. I think Virgil was at least 20 before he started dating seriously.”

“Yeah, well that’s Virgil. I was asking you.”

“Uh, I’m probably not the greatest example to follow.” Alan shot him a curious look and Gordon sighed. “Swim squad wasn’t always the healthiest of places to be, there was a lot of peer pressure and trying to fit in. I did some things I’m not proud of and as first experiences went, it sucked. If Brandon’s a decent guy he’ll be happy to wait.” The memories of changing room fumbles, post-competition hedonism and squad initiations returned in a flood, some good, some bad. “Hang on, has he been trying to get you to do stuff you don’t want?”

Gordon’s eyes blazed and Alan was suddenly reminded that, while he may not be as smothering as Scott, Gordon was still a very protective older brother.

“Jeez, Gords no, no he hasn’t,” he placated. “Brandon’s been fine about it. I know his reputation in the media is a little...colourful, but he hasn’t been like that with me at all.”

“Good.” The menacing flare subsided. “Look, Al, there’s really no need to rush into things. I’m guessing Virg gave you the ground rules,” he waited until Alan nodded. “Well, listen to your body and listen to each other and it’ll be fine. And as for what it’s like, well, when it’s good it can be fantastic but that’s no reason to leap in before you’re ready and there might be some things you never want to try. There’s more to a good relationship than just bouncing about in the bedroom y’know. If Brandon’s one of the decent ones he’ll respect that and if he’s not, well, you deserve better. But it goes both ways too and we all know better than to believe everything we see in the media; just because Brandon’s more experienced than you doesn’t mean he’s going to be up for everything either.”

Alan nodded. Gordon spoke a lot of sense and while he was still a bit worried about making a fool of himself he felt a lot more confident than before. So what if he was a little naive about these things, he and Brandon were friends first and he certainly hadn’t felt pressured last night.

His mind wandered back to the previous night. Brandon’s tongue warm in his mouth, teasing, exploring, hands tangled in hair, their bodies pressed close. Then after dinner things had taken a gentler turn, both of them worn out from their long day at the Expo and the emotional rollercoaster they had been on. A dreamy half-smile played on his lips and his eyes glazed slightly.

“Uh, Earth to Alan?”

“Huh?”

“C’mon lover boy, save the daydreams for later. Best get you into that pool or Scott will be hunting us both down.”

Xoxoxox

By the time Brandon made it down to the communal areas of the villa Alan was already several laps into his mile. Gordon was sitting at a picnic table, stopwatch in hand, keeping track of the numbers. The great glass doors at the front of the kitchen had been opened wide, inviting him out into the sunshine, but he hovered on the threshold, reluctant to step out into the tropical sun and feeling very exposed in his borrowed shorts.

“Hey, Brandon,” Gordon called out when he spotted him, “ol’ slowcoach is going to be at least another fifteen minutes. Feel free to raid the fridge.”

Brandon retreated into the kitchen, rolling his eyes slightly at the “and grab me some apple juice while you’re there” that was shouted at his departing back but feeling grateful that Gordon didn’t seem to be treating him any differently to usual.

He was quite grateful the oldest two siblings were nowhere in sight although the sound of the piano drifting down the stairs from above suggested that at least Virgil was in the lounge. He hoped he stayed up there. He knew the brothers only had Alan’s best interests at heart but he hadn’t liked being in the spotlight; it was one thing to be the centre of attention on his vlog but quite another to be under the steely gaze of the commander of International Rescue and his equally intimidating second. He took his time pouring out two glasses of chilled juice and carried them out onto the patio, settling himself on the bench next to the aquanaut.

“How come he’s got to do this swim, I thought you were the one who did the water stuff?” Brandon asked as he watched Alan reach the far end of the pool, do a quick tumble turn then start cleaving through the water back towards them. Despite Gordon’s criticism the pace looked far from slow to him.

“We’ve all gotta be able to cover for each other and a fat lot of good we would be if we couldn’t swim well. I make ‘em all do a timed mile once a month to check they’re staying in shape.”

“Doesn't Scott set the training?”

“Some of it, but he trusts us to know our own areas best. Two laps left!” This last remark was shouted out to Alan who had just reached their end of the pool again.

Gordon picked up the stopwatch and made his way to the edge of the deck ready to record the moment Alan touched the wall for the final time. Brandon drained his juice and followed, he didn’t have a clue what constituted a good time but he was still keen to see how Alan had done. The pair stood looking out over the water as Alan tried to put on a burst of speed to the finish.

“How’d I do?” the voice that floated up from beneath them sounded faintly out of breath.

“47 seconds slower than last month but you’re still coming in quicker than Virgil.”

A snort. “Well that’s not hard, he’s not exactly streamlined. And don’t you dare tell him I said that!”

“Yeah, well, now you’re done - special delivery!”

The last two words, shouted out in his ear without warning, were accompanied by a firm shove to the back. Utterly unprepared for the two hands that forced him forwards, Brandon found himself falling, the six foot drop over in an instant as he slammed painfully into the water below, the impact knocking the breath out of him.

Coolness closed over his head as momentum carried him downwards, shutting off his access to life-giving air. Water filled his nose and mouth, the chlorine taste and tang harsh in his throat. The bottom of the pool was too far down for him to put his feet down, there was nothing to brace himself against; he was out of his depth and out of air. Panic set in and he tried to climb back towards the surface, clawing towards the light above him.

Alan watched with a grin as the figure sailed over his head. He and his brothers all knew it was a risk to stand near Gordon by the pool but it was a lesson Brandon was yet to learn. He wondered whether Brandon would laugh or curse over his sudden dunking. The figure hit the water with all the grace of a cinder block and Alan winced, knowing that such a bad landing was bound to sting.

The water churned as Brandon’s hands and head broke the surface but only for a moment before his rigidly upright body slid back down into the depths. Another bob up, another slide down; each time the ginger head barely broke the surface. It wasn’t often that Alan dealt with drowning, the water was more Gordon’s domain, but he knew the signs and his rescuer’s instinct and training kicked in.

“Gordon!” he cried out, hoping his brother was still on the deck above to lend a hand, before pushing powerfully off the pool wall towards his floundering boyfriend.

Gordon, who had already started heading back inside, stopped and turned at the shout. That wasn’t the sound of a brother in jest; instead the tone was pure mission and his body jolted on automatic response. The sight that greeted him had him running for the steps that led to the lower pool edge. Alan had already grabbed Brandon and was attempting to tow him to one side of the pool, a maneuver that was significantly hampered by the panicked thrashing of the figure that Gordon instantly re-categorised as a casualty in need of rescue.

Knowing he would be of more use on the poolside to help lift Brandon out Gordon could only watch as Alan tried to calm the flailing man. It didn’t seem to be working; Brandon was still exhibiting pure, terrified panic and was clawing at the arms that held him firmly. At last the pair reached the poolside and Gordon took hold of Brandon, hauling him up onto the deck.

The change from water to stone as he was bodily dragged over the hard lip of the pool stilled Brandon’s desperate movements, the transition breaking through the panic as something deep inside his fogged consciousness told him he was finally safe. He lay on his side on the warm flagstones, his body slightly curled in on itself, feeling the sun on his skin. His throat burned and his breathing was ragged. A wet cough and his body emptied itself of pool water and apple juice in an action that did the burning sensation no favours but did at least make the breathing earlier. Only then did he take in the set of knees in front of him, now resting in a puddle of his evacuated stomach contents, and the soothing hand rubbing circles on his upper arm. Alan.

Brandon was vaguely aware of the commotion going on around him, shouted commands, running footsteps. He didn't care. He had light and warmth and air.

The bare knees in front of him were exchanged for a pair clad in thick denim. Another cough and he added bile to the puddle that was already wicking its way up the material as the jeans did their best to absorb the mess. He probably ought to feel guilty, throwing up over two brothers.

"Brandon? You got any more left in there buddy?"

As if prompted by the question another retch spasmed through his body but nothing came up. Brandon flicked his eyes up to meet Virgil's warm brown ones that held nothing but concern and he shook his head weakly. He became vaguely aware of the bleeping of a med scanner that had appeared from somewhere.

"Scan's clear. Nothing reached his lungs and heart rate and respiration are returning to normal." This was directed at someone behind Brandon. "Up you get but take it slow now." A plaid clad arm was held out but Brandon ignored it, preferring to sit up under his own steam.

"Brandon?" Alan was back in front of him, placing a steadying hand on shoulders that trembled slightly.

It hurt Brandon to see the worry etched across Alan’s features, worry that was only there because of his own inadequacies. He dropped his head, unable to meet those clear blue eyes any longer. The shame burned worse than the chlorine.

“Alan, go take Brandon to get warmed up. He’s had a shock so no leaving him alone. He’ll need to take it easy. Shouldn’t have to worry about secondary drowning but you know the signs.”

Alan nodded, more than happy to comply with Virgil’s instruction. The calm tenderness with which it was delivered gave implicit permission to leave the maintenance tasks that were due his attention. His original plan had been to take Brandon up with him to Three’s cockpit while he replaced the air filters. Okay, his real original plan had been to hook Brandon up to a computer somewhere while he worked through his jobs list but that was before yesterday happened. Brandon, still dazed, was in no fit state to be in his rocket and Alan was grateful to Virgil for picking up on his need to stay close to the redhead who was shivering on the flagstones.

Alan led Brandon towards the villa, one arm protectively around the back of his waist. Virgil watched them go, lips quirking slightly at the closeness of the pair as they padded back inside. He knew he would need to square it with Scott about why Alan wasn’t doing his chores but he’d rather do that than try and separate the couple right now.

Once Alan and Brandon reached the kitchen and disappeared out of sight he turned to Gordon. The softness had gone to be replaced by the operative who demanded answers over the unexpected situation he had been called to, summoned with the demand for a med-scan.

“So, are you going to tell me what the hell just happened there?”

Xoxoxox

Scott eventually tracked the pair down in the den. Alan and Brandon were sharing a couch, Brandon’s head nestled on his brother’s chest, his feet up to the side on the seat. As he entered Scott felt twin sets of eyes turn towards him, the murmuring voices falling silent and he got the distinct feeling he had intruded on a private moment. Apprehension graced Brandon’s features but Alan’s face hardened in defiance and Scott didn’t miss how the arm around Brandon tensed, holding him firmly and protectively in place. A declaration.

It pained Scott to see their reactions, Alan was clearly preparing for battle, but he probably deserved it; he certainly hadn’t shown much enthusiasm for his brother’s change in relationship status. He didn’t want a battle.

He crossed the room and perched on the low table in front of the couch, hitting the controls on the projector and pausing the movie that the pair were no longer paying attention to.

“Brandon, Virgil and Gordon filled me in. Are you okay?" The concern in his voice was real and he felt the tension in the room drop a little in response.

A nod.

"Good, you gave Gordon a bit of a scare back there."

Alan snorted. "He's not the one who nearly drowned." The scared one had been Brandon and it was only his desire to stay close to his boyfriend that was stopping him from going and tearing a strip off Gordon. It had taken a lot of coaxing to tease out a hesitant confession from Brandon that he'd never learned to swim. The downcast eyes and mutterings about never having the opportunity left Alan with the distinct impression that there was a lot about his past that Brandon was leaving out.

Seeing the pair nestled so close, Scott wasn't too proud to admit that he owed them an apology. His attitude towards them had been frosty to say the least and he needed his brother to know he was fine with everything.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night, meeting with the Board always puts me in a bad mood. Then you guys, well, it caught me off guard. I took my frustrations out on the pair of you and I shouldn't have."

Whatever Alan had been expecting it wasn't this.

"You're not mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad at you. If you and Brandon are happy together then I'm happy."

"Really?" There was still worry in Alan's voice and Scott realised just how much his earlier reaction had had an impact.

"Really. I honestly have no problem with it, you two are both adults and can make your own choices. I'm not going to get in your way if you have feelings for each other."

"Thanks." The arm around Brandon loosened slightly, the embrace becoming softer and more tender as the fear of a dressing down drifted away.

"I do have another rule though." Two sets of eyes widened with apprehension. "I'm guessing we are going to be seeing you here more often, Brandon, it's only natural that you two are going to want to spend time together. But we live on an island and we have a pool right outside the door, I'd feel a lot happier if I knew you were a confident swimmer. Gordon's agreed to teach you."

The fear radiating off Brandon was palpable and Scott couldn't really blame him, just a few hours ago that same aquanaut had thrown him into the pool and left him fearing for his life.

"Do I have to?"

Expecting resistance from Alan, Scott was surprised when his youngest brother piped up in support of the idea.

"S'okay, I'll be there too." He turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on the top of Brandon's head. "Scott's right though, it's an important skill. Gordon won't throw you in again, I promise. He's actually a really good teacher."

Brandon sat up, looking first at Scott who was calm but clearly viewed this as non-negotiable, then at Alan who gave him an encouraging smile. He really didn't want to, he'd successfully managed to keep away from the pool so far, water just filled him with dread and today had only compounded that feeling, but he could see it made sense. It probably helped that none of them were putting him down over his lack of swimming ability. The Bear couldn't be seen to be taking swimming lessons but perhaps Brandon, in the privacy of a secluded island, could. He could see it would mean a lot to Alan and even if he didn't want to do it for himself he was prepared to do it for him.

"Okay, I'll try."

"Great. I don't think we'll do anything today, for a start Gordon's currently sorting Three's air filters," Alan realised Gordon must have already been on the receiving end of a sharp reprimand if he was currently working through his chores, "but next visit we'll make a start. Anyway," Scott stood up, "I'll leave you to it. Alan, make sure you keep a close eye on your patient."

There was a definite smirk as Scott left the room but Alan didn't care, if there was teasing to come later on then he would deal with it. For now, barring any rescues that got called in, he had permission to stay with Brandon and was intending to make the most of it. Brandon didn't miss the hint either and by the time Scott turned to close the door the two figures on the couch were nestled back together, the movie left abandoned and ignored.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #SpaceBear #SpaceBear ship fic #Alan Tracy #Brandon Berrenger #swimming #drowning

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talesofayoungadventress · 3 years

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The fact I never did a blog about this kills me. Because there was some crazy shit that went down... as always. But here we are, 3 years later post global pandemic and online teaching 💀 Home girl NEEDS this current vacation. Anyways currently sitting here in Vegas with Monica and I needed to get this up for myself than for anyone to read… #memories and whatnot.

Monica and I did a 5 week trip to Spain and Morocco. I HONEST TO GOD thought this trip was going to be normal. We were older, safe and sane, & not out doin’ risky shit like we use to. All was pretty uneventful the first two weeks in Spain. We drank a pitcher or two of sangria a day, ate, napped for siesta... and anyone thats read from while I was in Thailand knows that is Monica’s specialty 😂, went to see some floating Jesus for Monica, and that’s pretty much it. The men are 🔥, the sangria is perfect, and country wide afternoon nap time is good for the soul. 10/10 would recommend Spain.

The words “Damn Monica look at us having a safe and sane vacation like responsible adults” even left my mouth at one point. We were so proud. Mom was proud I wasn’t out doing hood rat stuff. But then came our last day in Spain. I knew it was all too good to be true...

We stayed in a port town called Tarifa. Although we both had big girl jobs at this point, we still kept it cheap and took the ferry to Tangier in Morocco rather than fly. The night at our hotel set the tone for the rest of the trip. The fire alarm went off in the middle of the night. I panicked and jumped out of bed because I wasn’t about to burn, meanwhile this bitch Monica leisurely gets up, walks to the sink, puts her sweatshirt on and starts washing her face. WASHING HER FREAKING FACE!! WTF!? I actually yelled at her and got her butt out. Thank god it was a false alarm. But moral of the story Monica would have let us burn to wash her face 😑

The ferry was mistake #1. I took Dramamine and Monica didn’t want to. You get one guess who spent the entire ferry ride throwing up in a sink.

Now I’ve only ever thought I was about to be snatched once while traveling. It was in Cambodia with Monica and our psycho drugged out tuk tuk driver. I can add our first day in Morocco as the second time.

For whatever reason Morocco doesn’t let you get money before entering the country like other places. You need to get it from ATM’s at the airport upon arrival. But we chose the cheap route (never again and this lesson will come back to haunt me later... 🐫) and came on the ferry. We asked where we could get $ and they said they had lots of ATM machines outside of the building. Well surprise surprise we didn’t see any. We stood there with no money or phone service stranded wondering what we would do.

Then, out of no where, a man came up and asked us if we wanted to get money and told us to follow him. He led us to a row of windowless rape vans like you see on Criminal Minds and told us the ATM and money exchange was inside. Should I have gone in? No. Did I? Yes. Just when I thought I chose the safe and sane life in Spain it all went out the window. As soon as they opened the back doors sure enough there was a little ATM and a man with a table. Still leery I get in and they slam the doors right behind me. At this point I thought “God damn, really! After all that I’ve gotten myself into this is how I’m being taken out!?” But all went well and I got our money.

After the creepy $ situation, we got a random Chefchaouen and it was everything I wanted it to be. It was blue. It was pretty. We were even offered cocaine instead of the crepes we wanted our first night, and Monica made my fat butt hike up a steep hill TWICE in sandals. But that hike up was so worth it watching those sunsets overlooking the city and hearing the call to prayer. Monica 1, Meghan 0.

After Chefchaouen we headed to Marrakech. I wanted all the rugs, all the vases, tiles, baskets, purses. Honestly I was the equivalent to what the grinch looks like as he’s collecting all the Christmas shit from Whoville. Put it in my bag I’ll give you all the $$. We also stayed in the best boutique hotel. Monica wasn’t a fan until we walked in and settled ourselves. Monica 1, Meghan 1.

I straight up threw down those dollars in Marrakech. I didn’t work all those night classes for nothing! I texted a random guy who sold rugs that I found from someone online. Again... another risky choice but I wanted some damn rugs! Monica was pissed I’d text and leave with a random person for rugs but I was determined and dragged her off with me. Jokes on her because he was so nice, gave us mint tea, and let me live all my Moroccan rug dreams. I got 4. Did I need 4? Hell no! BUUUT did I want 4? Yes.

Shout out to my mom for putting up with my crap and letting me ship and store those babies at her house 😏. FYI they look fab in my new house.

Now there wasn’t anything else to report until the very end of our trip. This is when the “cheap route” reared its ugly head again. Monica is no longer allowed to plan excursions. Ever. 🙅🏽‍♀️ You get what you pay for.

We did a desert camping experience and took a random van 15 hours into the Sahara desert. The entire ride was sketch as usual, and they eventually dropped us off at a hotel for the night. The next day we had to give our room up and sat outside in 130° weather until our evening camel ride into the desert. My camel was NOT cooperating and it took me forever to get on. Monica was last to load up because she started crying and didn’t want to get on because “she could tell her camel didn’t want to go.” So she suggested she’d walk there… the entire 2 1/2 hour trip. The guides looked at her like she was crazy and said no and forced her on anyways. I heard her crying for a good 15 minutes before she was fine and wanted a picture.

My camel ride was 🙅🏽‍♀️. The blankets weren’t tied and my saddle was a triangle piece of wood that kept slipping off. Sitting slanted on a triangle piece of wood for almost 3 hours on a camel is the worst.

Once we got to the camp we had to walk through piles of camel poop to eat dinner in the dark. Also, no warning to us before hand, but our camp didn’t have a water bin or bottles so your girl was waterless in the Sahara desert 🥵. The bed sheets also had me shook to the core… not washed, probably ever, as there was a BODY PRINT STAIN you could see!

Despite the nastiness, the stars were pretty, we climbed to the top of the sand dunes, and I watched the sunrise because I refused to lay down on that bed.

At this point I was tired, dehydrated, and just wanted to get back. Monica still didn’t want to ride the camels (she was in her vegan phase this trip) and said she told them we’d pay to take ATVs. I used the last of $ I had left to do so, and we waited for them to arrive while everyone else loaded back up on camels.

This is where things got weird. We were left with two guys that helped run the camp. One started playing drums for us while the other just sat and glared the entire time. He eventually told us he didn’t like America’s, said we shouldn’t take pictures, and then plot twist he wanted to add us on Facebook. Shout out to Sayed for giving us creepy predator vibes.

Once the ATVs came, we got on and went on our way. While Monica took off nice and slow happy as can be, my guy guns it! I literally held on for dear life the entire 30 min ride back. He’d speed up while we’d go down the sand dunes and our ATV would literally hover down! I don’t remember anything, it all went black, and I almost died.

Once we got back to the hotel Monica was crying and told me it was because of how beautiful the sunrise was on our ride back. She asked if I saw it, but Girl NO I DID NOT because I was trying to hold on and make sure me and my backpack weren’t left in the dust.

We took a shower with a single small stream of water and then took another bus 15 hours back into Marrakech. I was next to a kid that threw up the entire time. No food, no water because I was out of money.

Now if you’ve made it this far bless you. This was the end of our trip and I ended it with picking up some bug that had me SIIIIICK the rest of the two days and entire flight home.

Which brings us to today, exactly 3 years later, and 2 canceled trips back to Thailand thanks to COVID. This road trip will be fun though! Here’s to being on home turf, accident free, not taking the cheap way out, and being responsible.

❤️ Love from Vegas 🇺🇸

#spain #morocco #girlstravel

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ineffablegame · 5 years

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I’m sure this has already been hc’d but if you will Allow Me:

The Fab 5 go to England. They’re on a mission from God. They find Aziraphale and Crowley, smitten and pining and fussy and afraid and ridiculous, and they know this is why they’ve been plucked out of the heart of America: to save these pathetic, middle-aged, clearly-besotted gays from themselves.

They burst into the bookshop in a flurry of Gay Drama and mics and cameras. Aziraphale, who has been determinedly putting off a customer for the past fifteen minutes, looks up and sees JVN. He freezes.

Crowley slithers out from behind a shelf and boggles. “White Jesus,” he whispers.

Jonathan tosses his hair. “In the fa-lesh!”

“I beg your pardon,” Aziraphale stammers, “who are you?”

“We’re here to deliver you from your sad, crusty old lives!” Jonathan says.

The Fab 5 get down to business. Crowley and Aziraphale are helpless to stop their onslaught. But the Fab 5 have never dealt with immortal, supernatural entities before, so they have their work cut out for them.

Bobby is determined to spruce up the bookshop, but soon realizes its cranky, fussy owner has a will the size of Mount Sinai and refuses to budge. Every book must be kept in place, not one particle of dust disturbed. Bobby’s suggestion that Aziraphale start selling eBooks to pep up business is met with glacial silence. Crowley is no less stubborn, refusing to make his flat more homey with the addition of a sofa one might actually enjoy sitting on.

“If I want to be comfortable, I’ll go to the bookshop,” Crowley says. He means to sound disdainful and can’t understand why Bobby looks so touched.

Bobby gets one concession from Aziraphale - that potted plant will bring a little color to the bookshop, yes, I suppose that isn’t such an awful suggestion. In any case, Crowley offered me one of his.

Antoni has his own struggles. He’s used to finding food that repulses him, but he’s never had to contend with someone who has no food at all. He scours Crowley’s flat from top to bottom and can’t find a crumb. Just looking at the place, you’d think Crowley never ate at all. Aziraphale is another matter - the little kitchenette above the shop is packed with sweets, cookies and cakes and chocolate-covered strawberries and, bizarrely, a plate of oysters sitting on the counter that never warms to room temperature. “You should really try to balance out your diet,” he suggests.

Aziraphale purses his lips. “I am quite content with my diet, thank you.”

Antoni shrugs off Aziraphale’s chilly attitude. The next day, disquieted by the oysters still sitting on the counter - really, they might still be cool, but that has to be unsanitary - he bins them. Aziraphale gives him the kind of murderous, eldritch-horror look that would shatter Antoni’s mind if it weren’t for the amazing ability of the human mind to scab over inexplicable horrors. Antoni spends a long time staring at the camera, horrified and not quite sure why he’s horrified.

Tan is simply confused. Aziraphale and Crowley both dress well, even if the former wears clothes about 50-100 years out of date. But he can’t pin down Crowley’s style. The non-binary leanings are great, of course, but Tan has looked and looked and he can’t identify the clothing brands. Crowley’s clothes don’t have tags. Tan has never seen them advertised anywhere. Convinced Crowley must have some obscure designer on retainer, he asks who makes them. The demon just shrugs. “I do.”

“Really!” Tan is intrigued. “I didn’t know you designed clothes. Even the shoes?”

“My what?” Crowley asks, distractedly. Then he blinks. “Oh, yeah, the... the shoes. The shoes I wear. Ssssnakeskin.”

Tan doesn’t see much to be improved in Aziraphale’s classic - if antiquated - style. But he loves a good French tuck, so he suggests that.

“French?” Aziraphale says, looking absolutely revolted. That puts Tan off right away.

Karamo hones in on the pining like a bloodhound on the scent. In the back room of the bookshop, he sits on the sofa beside Aziraphale and gets down to business. “So, I sense you have feelings for Crowley. Tell me about that.”

Aziraphale flushes a delicate shade of pink. “I-- I don’t, of course. We’re friends. Well, actually, we used to be enemies, but...” And he proceeds to occupy Karamo for the next four hours with the story. Karamo is entranced and a little heartbroken by the whole thing. It’s almost as if the two have been in love since the dawn of time, and they can’t quite figure it out.

Of all the Fab 5, Jonathan is the only one who isn’t remotely fazed by Aziraphale and Crowley. He flounces around the shop, flipping through books and charming customers in a manner that is wholly antithetical to Aziraphale’s shop policy, which is to drive customers away. Aziraphale and Crowley keep their distance, because - white or not - Jonathan does bear a striking resemblance to Someone they both knew, a long time ago. When Jonathan beckons them to the chair, they are powerless to refuse.

“Let’s give this a little zhuzh, honey,” he says, running his fingers through Aziraphale’s curls. The angel sits as still as stone, feeling coddled and vaguely threatened at once. Jonathan considers his hair, chewing on his lip. “Though honestly, your hair is already gorg.”

“Thank you,” Aziraphale preens. “I have it, ah, styled by a barber once every two months.” He hasn’t grown out his hair in fifty years, but the point still stands.

“I can tell,” JVN coos. “And ohmygosh, your skin is so soft. Practically divine!”

“A-ah, yes,” Aziraphale stammers, a little afraid again. “But it’s not. Totally normal... human skin.”

Crowley fares no better. “I love your hair!” Jonathan gasps, running his fingers through it. “So fiery!”

“Ngk,” says Crowley.

“Now, I know this sounds a little risky,” Jonathan says, “but have you ever thought about growing it out? Like, long long?”

Crowley perks up. “Did that a few times, actually. One of my best looks.”

“I’ll bet! I’m sure Aziraphale was literally all over you with that look!”

Crowley goes beet-red and chokes out, “Ngkngkngk.”

Later, to the cameras, Jonathan squeals, “Ilovethembothsomuch! Oh my god!”

When the Fab 5 are about to leave, Aziraphale asks, with a little trepidation, “Who, ah, who nominated us? If I may ask?”

“Some scary lady,” Antoni says, shivering. “Though now that I think about it, we never got her name...”

“Scary but somehow super nice? If that makes sense?” Jonathan puts in. “Like, Mama Bear literally about to rip off your head, but also who loves you more than anything?”

They leave. Standing outside the bookshop, watching the camera crew disperse, Crowley murmurs to Aziraphale, “You think that was really Him? Seriously?”

Aziraphale shrugs. “Could be. That would be Her sense of humor.”

“Hmm.” Crowley scuffs a toe on the pavement. “Could I tempt you to a spot of lunch?”

Aziraphale wiggles on the spot. “Yass, queen!”

#good omens #good omens ficlet #long post #ineffable husbands #queer eye #this is ridiculous but i hope you enjoy haha

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mychemicalaromanticism · 3 years

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things ive already established r on this post

besties this got so fucking long but heres a giant ramble about cherri

okay so. there are huge differences betwn cherri as a hyperviolent drac hunter and cherri as a friend of the four and cherri as the girls mentor. with the first one he was 17 and desperate to distance himself from his upbringing so he went all in on Being A Killjoy. he was always one of the first ppl to rush into a fight and he fought hard. he blew up his fuckin hand with that attitude. and all the while he was just racking up more unaddressed trauma and eventually he ran away from that, too. giving himself radiation poisoning was more appealing than facing his problems.

so as a teenager/young adult hes kind of constantly in a panicked state. hes scared the people from his past are going to find him and drag him back with them. so he lashes out and he runs away over and over again.

i said in another post that he has some past life shit goin on which usually would give him a connection to the witch that manifests early in life, but with all the stuff hes gone through he has been Preoccupied. he can become oblivious to almost anything that doesnt apply to whatever hes focused on. not in a hyperfocus way its likeeeeee. when u live on survival mode during prolonged periods of stress. hes immune to magic bullshit bc hes too tired and scared.

anyways around his mid-20s he finally has a little more stability (as much as the average person living in the zones can have, that is) and he finally notices that Weird Stuff happens around him. basically: out of my list of Powers People Connected To The Witch Have he has the prophetic dreams/enhanced intuition as well as a form of sensing ghosts where he can see auras and kind of like, echoes of past events in ppls lives. that look like auras. itz complicated and not of utmost importance so im leaving it at that.

anyways thats what makes him start writing poetry. just 4 funsies he'll describe his weird experiences and embellish them to make em pretty. just as a casual hobby n all that.

he would forget fun ghoul in between the times they ran into each other but its pretty easy to be reminded of who fun ghoul is. the most insane 10 year old cherri has ever met. cherri isnt a brother figure to ghoul. hes just. his friend that happens to be more than twice his age. its whatever lmao

to cherri, ghoul is kinda like a stray animal he keeps seeing. which is hilarious. ghoul actually goes and finds him to introduce him to jet when they start running together, and cherri meets party and kobra (spark and birdie at the time) when he drives the four of them to a party. because he has a truck hell yeah. so now instead of one stray animal he has, like, a feral cat colony that he drives around occasionally. i have no real-life human relationship equivalent to them because irl if some guy that is not related to any of you and isnt even a childhood or family friend and theyre hanging out with you? they are usually not a safe person lmao. but this is my fantasy land and im too stubborn to change anyones birth years even though ghoul being born in 2004 makes everything really hard to make not creepy.

so yeah hes a casual somewhat friend of the fab four. hed probably get more and more concerned as they got famous. the beginnings of any sort of protective feelings, awww :) that sets him up for becoming the girls mentor.

OH FUCK. THE GIRL..... i think if i was in my late 20s and i heard that the gang of 13-17 year olds had adopted a 5 year old kid i would go bananas. what the fuck. it is a LONG while before cherri meets her. but he has the strongest affection for ghoul (if you could even call it that) and ghoul absolutely adores the girl and swings her around under her arms like a cat to show her off to cherri and its very endearing and the girl is sweet and funny so its easy to be around her. and (unfortunately) she is somewhat used to interacting with weird easily agitated people so she kinda gives him space. cherri isnt quite the uncle figure the fandom usually makes him (i luv uncle cherri sm but he simply cannot exist in the universe ive created, f), but hes a little similar.

and then the four had to go and pretend to die. lol.

when the girl was kidnapped, fucking everyone who knew her was ready to storm the city then and there. like regardless of how little you knew her, if you had ever met her you would fucking die for her. she is pure childish charisma and shes precious. i love the girl. so cherris immediately on board with whatever plan the four make to get her back. ive already talked abt how it fucked up the girl tho; there was no way to tell her that the four werent actually dead, she sees the building collapse and she shuts down. and cherri has to fight against his instinct to leave the radio station and never come back when he sees an eight year old girl sitting dissociated on the couch. that fucks everyone up.

i just realized i havent talked about literally anyone else at the radio station. i think cherri started lingering around the station bc it was safe and sheltered while also not being a popular spot. there are less kids there (people pass through but its not a hangout spot). he was kind of just hanging around to get away from the heat and noise and dr d took notice. because that man can see ur soul and no one knows if thats literal or not. so theyd chat a few times a day and show pony was the one 2 get him out of his shell a little and also was the first one he mentioned his poetry hobby to. im making this all up right now as im writing bc i dont know anything about LITERALLY any of the ppl associated w the radio like im not even going 2 try with chimp n newsie i do not have the willpower to tackle all that. justttt. cherri pony n D become bros and live 2gether there.

back 2 the regular timeline. the rescue mission happens in 2019. the girl lives at the station until 2023. during that time she is very much depressed and withdrawn and is only happy when the four come to visit. none of the Adults know how to help her so they just keep her safe and cared for and hope she'll open up to them.

she does not. she takes the weird cat thats been hanging around and she runs away.

cherri does not see her for three years. shes still worse for wear in the mental health department and he can see all kinds of visions of what shes been through since the last time he saw her and he fucking hates the ultra vs bc they remind him of his past. he does not want her going down that path but its obvious that she isnt crazy abt the ultraviolence thing either so thats a relief.

they have a kind of tense relationship throughout the comics. he feels like he failed her and that spirals into feeling like he failed the four for not being a good adult to them and fun ghoul for not helping enough when his commune was bombed and all kinds of shit and that irrational thinking mixed with plain old, yknow, caring about the girl, is what makes him take a bullet (laser. whatever) for her.

i was trying to figure out the timing of each of their ghost experiences, but i want both of them to talk to the witch and im just gonna make it like dreams where a whole buncha stuff happens but irl its been like seconds. so its like barely a second while the girl has her Witch Convo and cherri FINALLY gets a straight answer, yes there is weird shit going on with him having powers. he doesnt have any story-significant past lives because im lazy, hes just an old soul. like really fuckin old. the amount of latent life experience and stuff his soul/energy/whatever has picked up along the way makes him VERY noticeable to gods n stuff. he fuckin lights up all the alarms like what the FUCK is that over there. she wasnt rly able to get to him or even properly notice him while he was a kid and a young adult so shes happy to finally see him again. he has a STRONG sense of familiarity with her. they know each other on a wild ass level that he cant really comprehend.

welp thats some more lore I'll have 2 think abt. anywayz

post canon is when he and val get to have the most awkward spiderman meme moment of realizing that they have the same trauma SOOOOO thatz fun lol /s sorry kings i thought it would be fun to give u something fucked up to bond over <3

not much changes in his personality. he has a better understanding of Weird Magic and delights in freaking out the ultra vs but for the most part he returns to his life at the radio station. i love him

THIS GOT SO CRAZY LONG I DID NOT MEAN 2 GO THROUGH EVERY PART OF HIS LIFE LIKE SOME WEIRD CHARACTER STUDY but here we are. this is basically a first draft like almost all of this is subject to change but u gotta start somewhere. so heres my start i love this guy. its probably obvious but i have not read ANY twitterverse killjoys stuff </3 maybe i will someday idk

#cat talks #lore #ok2rb but what a mess this post is

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zebraslovescupcakestoo · 4 years

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My BLUSH BLUSH wish list.

For those who likes the game, fan of the game or anything in between, I wanted to share my thoughts and what I wanted from the game in future updates.

Of course this is just MY thoughts, MY imaginations and just MY wish list so if you disagree, that’s OK! You can just leave what you wanted instead in the comments or in my ask box. I am open to what you have to say. So let’s go right into it:

1. Ugly Christmas Sweaters

Yes, I know I’ve posted this here after I made a screen shots of my conversations in the Steam community, but after the debut and full release of the game, we got up to date 2 DLC characters, voice audios, and a Halloween costume bundles. So if they came up with a special Christmas costume bundle, it would make me up for 2020!

In their older sister game predecessor, Crush Crush, all of their dateable girls have the Santa suit options after you max out their lover levels. (10 diamonds each.) Even though they’ve alternated each of their red Santa style suits, they’re pretty much the same.

Don’t get me wrong! They’re beautiful, but almost the same!

So that’s why if we get UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS instead, it would be more festive and think of how some would match their characteristics like for example: Imagine Nihm with a cute pastel colored sweater or Ichiban with a horror reference video parody. (Or imagine a certain guy with a Grinch vibe with a ‘Merry go f#k yourself’ ugly sweater.)

2. A new Diamond Boy bundle!

If you have an account with Crush Crush and you played long enough, you already know that there’s the Darya DLC bundle that gives you diamonds on the first run. (The bundle was 15 US dollars.)

So for this, I hope that the Sad Panda team studio would do the same in this game.

I have a few good ideas about what animal forms it could be before you un-curse them:

-A Pokémon knock off of Cloyster and probably friends with that Narcissistic mermaid on the phone fling. They have pearls that looks fabs!

-A dolphin if an Oyster isn’t ‘Shelling’ enough for you nor the others. Think about a treasure hunting dolphin like Ariel who’s collecting human treasures.

-A raccoon thief inspired by the Sly Cooper video games series. This was on PS2 series and had a remake later but this would be an interesting Easter egg reference. (Maybe add some Arsene Lupin reference to ‘compliment’ the detective phone boy fling.) *Wink wink!*

-I found this interesting when I search this topic but an Owl, specifically white barn owls, with ties of Hindu myth symbol of Wealth and Fortune. I’ll leave the link here if you’re interested, but this is like if Sascha was looking for him before scamming...

-A peacock! Think how back in time when you in one of the banquet Henry the 8th hosted and this was served. This was a symbol of pride and luxury so only rich people can have these.

If you have any alternatives references, please let me know in the comments or ask box if you have an ideal diamond bundle manimal and what’s their story. I would love to know and share!

3. Ideal Animal!!!

We all know how a basic Blush Blush dating game is by now: You found their animal forms, you un-cursed them by dates and they’re back to humans again. (For a good humping DLC d!k pic.) We all see that it can be either a real or a fantasy animal like a rabbit to a dragon. So here’s MY idea of the next animal:

-Marine Manimal options!

I’ve said this previously, but all of the guys so far are land animals. I would understand if it’s a bit hard to do, especially with dating scenes, but if it works, I’ll sing Part Of Your World whenever I want!

My personal options are a Dolphin, Shark, Orcas AKA sea pandas, Octopus, Lobster, Crab and Oyster.

-Bird Manimal!

The only bird species we have there at the time is Kelby as a Rooster.

So for the feathered fans of the bird community, MY personal options would be an Owl, Peacock, Hawk, Eagle, Seagal, Ostridge, a Kiwi (bird) (Yes, they’re called like that in New Zealand.) Duck, Parrot, Toucan, Pidgeon or Dove, Crane or any domestic pet birds.

I would like an honorable mention of a crow or raven but since the first phone fling boy winner is the college student goth Poe, there’s a high chances that’s gonna be our second bird at high predictions. But I could be wrong so we’ll see how this would turn out.

-Insect Manimal!

I know that there will be some that would disagree that ‘ThAT’s Not An ANImal CataGory!’ which I could agree. HOWEVER! Since the game creators broke that rule with fantasy creatures like a Pegasus and a Dragon, I thought maybe we can bend that rule a bit.

MY personal insect options would be a Scorpion, a Spider, a Bee, Butterfly, a ‘manly’ Ladybug inspired by Pixar’s A Bug’s life, Praying Mantis, Cricket inspired by Jiminy Cricket and a Beetle.

Imagine the last one inspired by either the rock band ‘The Beatles’ or ‘Beetlejuice.’

-Land Manimals!

So going back to land animals, here’s MY personal options that hasn’t been done yet.

A Raccoon, Squirrel, Elephant, Barn Pig, Zebra, Bat, Mice, Fox, Monkey, Turtle (Which COULD have been in the marine instead, but they’re are some in land forms too!) Koala, Kangaroo, Bear, Frog, Donkey, Buck (Adult Bambi) and Lizard.

I would add an honorable mentions or a domesticated Dog or a Cat breed, but we already have a Wolf and 2 Big Cat Boys on the team with DLC. (A Lion would be a nice option, but only if it’s the magical 3 times the charm!)

-Fantasy Manimal.

I’m not entirely sure cause Pegasus and Dragons are already taken, but would think that maybe just a Horned Unicorn, a Loch Nest creature inspired ‘Animal’ or maybe the Eastern version of the Dragon.

Imagine the last one being true and Scales got a rival!

If you have other suggestions, please share if you want.

4. Ideal Manimal characteristics that hasn’t been done yet.

We have some that has characteristic that defines themselves. Nihm’s a shy, cute guy. Eli’s a Bi pride boy. Dmitri is a Smooth talker adult. Anon’s technology attributes.

So for this category, here’s MY personal ones that hasn’t been done yet.

-A Boxing or Kung Fu fighter type.

-Italian Mafia/Gangster or a Yakuza

-Chef or a Baker

-Artist

-Demon (Unless we get Seth or a different guy.)

-Business men or CEO.

-Soldier or Army Officers.

-Car/Motor/Boat Racer.

-Thief. (Arene Lupin, Sly the thief raccoon or Joker from P5 references.)

If there’s something else that hasn’t been done or that I haven’t posted it, please share with me what you think.

5. Outfit ideas!

I know this would be like a continuation from point numero uno, but here’s a couple of more.

-Swimming trunks.

-Winter apparels.

-Onesies Animal wear. (Cuz if we don’t get the Animal Options asides resets...)

-Summer apparels.

-Masquerade attire or wedding tuxedo.

-Pajamas.

If there’s more you wanted, again, please share.

6. MORE INCLUSIVITY IN EVERY FORMS!!!

The reason being is when I saw the reviews on the selected winner from Phone vote fling in Blush Blush.

On one hand, there were people who were happy while the rest... aren’t.

I know we all have different taste of either ‘I like cute boys’ or ‘I want a REAL man!’ but that got me thinking... and maybe if we can see guys in different skin tones or different cultures, that could be a nice inclusivity.

Imagine a Native from Southern America with a poncho or a real buff African who’s passionate with animals.

But what would you think? Let me know if this is a good idea or needs to rethink.

7. New dating places.

Like their counter part, they only have 4 date spots. So here’s a few more that would help change the scenery:

-The Beach.

-Theatre (But only showing the front, not the silhouettes.)

-Revisiting the same zoo and meet their counter parts.

-Ice cream shop or cart near the park.

-Their bedrooms. (plausible having the uncensored DLC alternate versions too...)

If you have a separate dating options, share that with me too!

8. Daily spin the wheel prizes.

Hear me out on this one! You probably seen these on numerous Gaming apps in any form, but if you think about it, this could be a nice change of pace!

In each chances, you can either get a boosters from Jobs or hobbies, Diamonds, exclusive outfits, or time skips.

What’s more, you’d get 1 free spin by daily and maybe get an extra 4 more for like 5 diamonds each. (like phone votes.)

9. Decorate your virtual room.

This is only an optional and unrelated to the game. (much..)

If you’d get the option to decorate your in-game room like plushies, posters, BF jackets that was ‘lend’ to you, you’d wanted IT in RL too!!! Also, it would also boost your intimacy's with your manimal such as love hearts intakes or ‘spend less on items with this!’

And this is all I have suggested for now.

If you have other suggestions on what you wanted in that game or update it, please let me know and we can share it here!

Thank you for taking your time to read this and have a wonderful day!

#blush blush #wish #list #opinions #bucket list #ideas #just for fun

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harrysdimples · 4 years

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folklore track by track review

the 1: love me a piano intro. oh this guitar?? swearing in the first 5 seconds? I like these lyrics. never bleed????????? hmm.................it would’ve been you.............I..............it would’ve been fun if you were the one.........bruv..........dare I say it...............am I just clowning.....or like.......................is she....ya know.......talking about........you know.......h****?? oh these vocals ! bruv I don’t care this is about harry because I say so afhdjssa. I really love this production and her vocals, it already sounds so much more mature than lover and it’s only the opener, feels like a more-mature version of a deep cut on red. excellent start!

cardigan: oh this percussion?? the piano?? her voice sounds fab. is this about the met? black lipstick? or bleachella? her VOCALS bruv sound 10x better than anything on lover?? I love these lyrics omg. THIS IS SO GOOD. HEARTBEAT ON THE HIGH LINE ONCE IN TWENTY LIFETIMES. this so good?? try to change the ending peter losing wendy?? leaving like a father running like water????? I love this so much omg. the atmospheric vocal...the percussion....the lyrics.....the piano......LAV IT. I can’t get over how already this is more lyrically dense than lover and reputation but I ain’t complaining!! I’m both surprised and not surprised that they went with this for the single from this era but I really like it, it feels like it would fit right at home in the NFR tracklist.

the last great american dynasty: love these strings?? omg the beat? is this political? hmm I like the lyrics of the verses but i’m not 100% feeling the lyrics/structure of the chorus, feels a little like she’s trying to fit too many words into the line, but I love the storytelling aspect of it and it’ll probably grow on me. it’s like a grown-up version of starlight or the lucky one. Is this supposed to be like an alternate version of what taylor’s life could’ve been like? or am I just completely misinterpreting that lmao?

exile ft. bon iver: like this piano intro. love bon iver. oh the birds in the background?? ooft these lyrics....brutal. is this about calvin? is that a kazoo? afjdshjsa I promise i’m not trying to be like this but like......this is very......hm. I really love his voice. the bridge is really pretty with both their voices. I can see myself staring dramatically outside the window listening to this when we’re allowed to properly go back outside lmao. very nice and pretty, it’ll probably hit harder later on than my first listen but I like it.

my tears ricochet: this a-cappella intro? oh this is sad :( what a ghostly scene....................................I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace :( oh this buildup?? I still talk to you........omg these atmospheric vocals I. LOVE. I need to read the lyrics on my next few listens to this but I really like it so far.

mirrorball: this feels like the outro in a coming of age 80s movie. love the soft guitars. oh these vocals! I know she didn’t mean to but when she signs tallest it sounds like she’s saying toilet to me lmao. jack’s atmospheric vocals!!! yes!!! the bridge is really beautiful. all I do is try, try, try. I’m just trying to get you to look at me :( I do have to say, while I love how lyrically dense this album is and reflective it is in comparison to her last few albums, the instrumentation doesn’t change a whole lot throughout these songs on first listen, it’s more that atmospheric vocals/sounds are built on top of it, which is fine, but I think they’ll benefit a lot from me listening to them outside the context of the album. love the meaning behind this though and I think it’s really beautiful.

seven: (this is when I stopped doing live reactions and instead went for post track reactions) Is it weird to say that this did better at the “love letter to love” concept meant for lover than lover did? this song feels more like for her legacy/future family and how she’s grown than as an active, present moment which is nice. I will say while I did love NFR when it came out, it also hit a wall with me eventually where it needed some breathing space or something to break up the sections of the album (which harry does actually quite well) and I feel like we’re hitting that point (if we haven’t already). I’m always slightly apprehensive about long albums like this which is why I said this will benefit from listening outside the context of the album.

august: I’m really curious as to who this is about lmao. but this was excellent in the progression of the track and the buildup/atmosphere and dynamics of the track, this was what I was wanting a bit more with songs like exile and it did great at building a different sonic landscape which is what was needed in the album imo. one of my favourite tracks so far.

this is me trying: this is very...wistful and reflective. a hybrid of the archer and I wish you would to me. “I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere, Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here” is a LYRIC bruv. feels reminiscent of what she said in the miss americana documentary about how you’re stunted in your growth when you become famous at a young age and you fall behind the emotional development of most people around you, which is really interesting. “Pouring out my heart to a stranger, But I didn't pour the whiskey” is that supposed to be like a metaphor for stopping herself from saying too much all the time because she knows it could get out/be perceived in a certain way? either way, these are some great lyrics. “you're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town” hmmm.....

illicit affairs: I LOVE THIS. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. I have nothing else to add. this is fantastic. favourite track so far. amazing. 10/10.

invisible string: this song is really sweet lol I wish I was in love with someone to relate more to this. very referential to her work as a whole and I liked the more stripped down production.

man this is a long album lol

mad woman: FUCK YOU FOREVER. scream. this is very lana-fied lmao. I wish she did a little more with the electric guitar in the back though, imagine this more being soft-rock? so this is definitely about scott and scooter right? I do like this but it does feel very sonically similar to some of the tracks we’ve heard so far and I wish she had switched it up a little to fit the excellent lyricism of this song, more guitar would’ve really elevated the song imo.

epiphany: lol I got a bit emotional listening to this, I can already tell i’m going to listen to this at night and cry lmao. I have a massive fear of death/the unknown and this song sort of touched on that concept to me and I really liked the production. this feels like it should be in a movie soundtrack or in like, grey’s anatomy. the heartbeat-like sound in the outro? beautiful. this is the sort of concepts I’ve been wanting from taylor for a while now and the execution of this was really good imo.

betty: ms swift it’s okay to be gay. the elaborate-ness of putting yourself in the position of a man just to say you liked a girl. how are the kaylors/gaylors holding out lmao this is a nice story (like an upgraded version of ybwm) but I can’t get over how effectively no-homo this is lmao. the key change? love story wishes. oh the wistfullness to be young......and in looooOOOOoooOOove.

peace: love the guitar in the intro. this gives me another more grown up perspective of a song on melodrama? I love her vocals in this. I feel like i’ve said this about 40 times already but the atmospheric sounds....chef’s kiss.

hoax: the closer. the LYRICISM bitch. “your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in” shut up :( the bridge is gorgeous. I’m not sure how I feel about it as the closer though, it ties up the themes of the album pretty well but I almost feel peace would’ve been a better closer? still really gorgeous though.

okay. overall thoughts. top 3 albums of taylor’s discography for me along with 1989 and red. It did feel long towards the end though and I still think her problem is editing and streamlining her projects which is why I think 1989 (as her best album for that) and red (while being longer than this has enough songs to break up the album so it’s not monotonous for the listener) rank above this for me at the moment, but that could change. If I were her, I would’ve taken out invisible string and possibly betty and seven to have as deluxe tracks. her lyricism is better on this album than both reputation and lover combined, she really did that in like 4 months. I will need more time with it as I always do with taylor’s projects but it was the album she needed in my opinion. I think part of the reason I disliked lover and to a lesser extent, reputation, was because they didn’t come across as if she needed to write them like her other projects, but more projects she felt she should to write because that was where the narrative of her public image was forcing her to go, this feels like a return to form, even if I would tweak a few things. the visuals for this album have all been great (her best album cover after 1989 imo) and I think it benefitted a lot from going into it with next to no expectations, without a single or anything and I hope she continues to just do whatever, rather than painstakingly plan marketing surrounding an album and just allow her talent to speak for itself. really good. favourite tracks are probably: illicit affairs, the 1, cardigan, epiphany and mirrorball. least favourite are probably: invisible string, seven and maybe betty too. i’d rate it about 8/10 at the moment. also: ****** never dies.

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