#it’s a bit sad maybe ? not having travelled very many places. explored places

[what-the-fuck-khr]

in Boxhill to get our cat groomed etc etc anyways in Boxhill, Victoria it a Busy suburb. like. it’s like the cbd but a suburb lol. anyways there’s a reason we don’t come here often 1) busy as hell 2) hard to park anywhere and 3) half an hour away from us and That is the one we’re least concerned about lmaoooo. but anyways it’s got a very big Asian population here and bc Australians are always racist they’re always like “it’s basically Chinatown” or some shit where they play the “fun game” of “spot the Aussie” and by Aussie they mean a white person. I hate Australians. anyways very very often they’re always going on about how it’s some Chinese run suburb and I’m like. bro the hospital we drove past had the sign translated to Korean y’all don’t even know what fucking ethnicity is largest here. I hate white Australians god almighty. like. Australians like to put on this act of “were so friendly here!” but forget to mention “only if you’re white though!” bc the hostility towards Asians is fucking insane here. it’s crazy

anyways I’m only rambling about all this bc obviously it’s been a good fucking while since I’ve last been here if ever lmao. I don’t think I’ve ever properly just gone around Boxhill before so literally this whole suburb is a mystery to me. I’ve got no fucking idea what’s here except that there’s A LOT of restaurants and cafes of so many different cuisines. just looking at One Street gives you so much variety I couldn’t imagine what the rest of this place is like. there’s like 2 hospitals, and I think a state government building here also? drove past an international college/university as well while fighting for a parking spot lol. anyways I feel like a tourist even though I live in this state like I’ve been to fuck all places man. got no idea what’s out here lmao

[yourclumsyguardianangel]

the seven + a few others future headcanons

percy:

becomes a high school teacher

teaches high school marine biology (idk how it is in other schools but when we hit sophomore year we got to choose different bio classes ie: marine bio, ag bio, med bio + regular bio)

also teaches the mythology elective and is the swim team coach

annabeth:

we already know this queen is an architect with obvious inspiration from greek architecture

learns how to make blue food for percy and their kids from sally

has traveled all over the world looking at different architecture

learns the basics of many languages so shes able to communicate with the locals

her and leo team up to build a small school near camp half-blood for year rounders so everyone can learn consistently but dw they get summers off

piper:

love her but shes a nepo baby

she doesnt act like it tho

”are you tristan mcleans daughter?” “who?”

loves her dad to bits but does not like being seen out in public by the paparazzi

marries shel, they dont have kids tho, neither of them want to bring any into the world especially with america’s downfall and the government erasing women and poc rights

is basically leos big sister atp

leo:

him and calypso dont last, maybe a year and a half in they split bc calypso wants to explore the world and leo is very emotionally unstable and calypso has a hard time understanding

they end on good terms but dont ever talk unless its with a group of friends

he goes into a trade to become a mechanic and owns his own shop

starts smoking cigarettes/vaping

his friends dont really approve but they understand he cant quit just yet as hes not in a mental space to do so

goes to therapy with a psychologist whos a demigod that specializes in grieving and war trauma

they all go to therapy but hes the last one to do it

he’s still the ‘happy go lucky’ guy hes always been but as he gets closer w the others they start to see the true sadness in him

piper and him grow a lot closer after jason died and have a big sister little brother relationship

hazel:

my girl stays at camp jupiter

takes nicos place at camp

horse trainer

her and frank also dont work out as a romantic relationship, they felt that the age gap was too much after frank turned 18 and hazel was 15 theyre still friends tho

hazel often visits leo in his shop

as much as leo reminds her of sammy, through therapy she has recognized that theyre separate people and to not push all her past feelings for sammy onto leo

not only does she train horses but she also teaches little kids basic math, science, and history to the younger kids

they all call her ms. hazel

she prefers to teach the really young kids (age 4-7)

wears her hair in different braid styles after BOO

frank:

my friggin HOMIE

i relate to frank a lot personality wise

therefore i think hed be a 4/20 fanatic after BOO

hes not stoned during training or during important camp duties

but otherwise you try talkin to him and you dont really notice until you look and see the far off look and red eyes and he just goes “huh?”

other than that hes a great leader

after he gets his cool new look from mars he takes really good care of his body including consistent exercise and eating really healthily (maybe he has a soft spot for fast food when hes hi)

him joining the military does not make sense to me

he lost his mom to war, and he was in one himself, idk about you but i would not wanna join the military after being the main character in a war

he studies to be a veterinarian for exotic animals

when no one is around he shifts into the animal to find out whats wrong

”dr. zhang prefers to work by himself” “why” “idk but hes always right, if it aint broke dont fix it”

jason:

rip home-slice

nico:

my other homie

my guy does not get taller than 5’8

stays at camp during the summer to train the new and old kids

him and will get a house together

teaches history at the camp school

cat dad (5 cats and counting)

will:

takes nicos last name when they marry bc its cooler

him being a doctor doesnt click w me i more picture him being an EMT

EMTs are hotter anyways

does med training with new apollo kids whenever he gets time

if he’s not busy during working hours he drops by nicos classroom w his fav drink from dutch bros (starbucks is MID) and hangs out with him and his students

[galaxygirl8880]

I literally have no background for this I just want angst.

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Cale becomes the caretaker of the super rock villa. He's extremely overprotective of the villa and if anyone gets near it he scares them away.

Why?

Because his family is asleep. They've been asleep for years and haven't shown any signs of waking up.

They remain unaging and so does he.

Even the crown prince resides in the villa.

Every so often, he has to check to remind himself that they haven't died, just asleep.

Still asleep.

He's trying to keep his promise to team leader by continuing to take care of the farm as well..

The bastard that is the god of death has been his only chance of waking them up. He's tried many cures for poisons, remedies for sleep potions, traveled places for even the slightest hint for waking them up..

At one point, he did the paperwork Alberu was behind in for said crown prince. Once it became apparent that he wasn't waking up..

Still asleep.

Rarely, a group of travelers or bandits will come and attempt to break into the villa..

The shield has become a permanent addition.

Cale suddenly became aware that his family's resting place won't stay hidden forever.

Kingdoms and Countries are expanding and exploring places they weren't able to before.

He can't protect the villa like this forever.

Cale has quite literally become a legend of the past. His stories actually being a popular bedtime story-

He chooses to ignore this.

Cale occasionally visits the descendants of his siblings, them being aware of his apperant immortality, but stopped doing so at one time.

He feels very alone.

Sometimes he goes out on short trips to collect any ingredients needed for whatever potion he decides to try. When he gets back, he checks on everyone multiple times.

He can't bring himself to use Eruhaben or Rosalyn's rooms, so he modified his study into a temporary potions workplace.

Temporary. He won't need to do this anymore when they wake up.

Hm.. maybe he should start a separate garden for potion ingredients?

Cale still waits.

(He's lost count of how many times he's cried by his children's bedside, pleading at them to wake up.)

He decides to hire builders to build him a greenhouse in an area far away from the villa.

After paying them, he quite literally picks up the greenhouse at night to take it back home.

It looks nice with the garden.

...

They're still asleep.

When Choi han stirs slightly when he is changing the bedsheets, he stops what he's doing and watches.

He doesn't stir again..

This, surprisingly, gives Cale hope. There's a slight chance that Choi han may be close to waking..

So, he takes to monitoring him a lot more closely.

He does this for two years.

Nothing happens.

The greenhouse has surprisingly started attracting butterflies. They're very pretty.

On one of his trips to the nearby county, he spots two children from the slums. A girl and a boy.

He hands them a gold coin and some bread. That's enough shopping for today.

...

Ron is awake.

He's awake. He's standing (albeit a bit shakily), he's breathing, he's alive.

Cale realizes just how lonely he's felt all of this time when the first thing he does is sink into Ron's arms and let out a sob.

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Ngl I got a little sad writing this-

I hope you like! :D

(I feel like I'm posting too much-)

Part 2 :>

[sanniewriteshere]

Under the sweet summer breeze (the thunderous noise calms down)

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Femenine (Protagonist)

CW: Fireworks / Loud Noises

Fluff and Comfort, a little bit of hurt in the middle

Type of relationship: Up to interpretation

Juliana was invited to the Land of Kitakami for a school trip with a few other classmates and a teacher from another school, and that school, the Blueberry Academy, was helping hostering them. Juliana was so excited to be selected! It was her first time traveling there and it would be a great opportunity to meet new people, a new place and new Pokémon.

Finally the long trip, ended, they finally arrived to Kitakami, the view was nothing but green grass, trees full of fruits and berries, beautiful bodies of water and rice paddies.

In the distance, the group spotted what it seems to be a small town, some houses and two buildings in the zone was the biggest places in the town.

After stepping out of the bus, Juliana went to inform of their arrival to the Caretaker, when a girl named Carmine and her brother Kieran, challenged her to a battle, she was strong, but nothing for Champion Juliana!

Juliana noticed that Kieran watched her during the battle, in a mix of astonishment and care, like studying her moves. She just smiled, maybe this was the opportunity to make a new friend? But Kieran just hid behind his sister, he was really shy.

After the battle, the class was free to explore a little. Juliana walked through the town, and she felt like it was nothing like Mesagoza, or any place in Paldea really.

The noise of the cities was replaced with the wind in the trees, the quiet chattering of people and the far cries of Pokémon. She could really use some calm from time to time, "I hope I can make friends here, it would be nice to visit this place once in a while, and mom would love it too, so many fresh ingredients for sandwiches!".

The next day, the Caregiver set an activity, and you partnered with Kieran. You two were really excited!(Even tho Kieran doesn't show his emotions very much...)

You two had a fun battle, and got to take photos with the signs.

Juliana spent the day with Kieran, he teached you history of his town and of the ogre. She found the story really interesting, and even felt sad for how the people treat the ogre, so you bound with Kieran pretty quickly.

"Hey Juliana, it's getting dark, I don't know if we'll catch the last sign today, but we better get goin' home, it's almost time for the Mask Festival!" Kieran said excited.

"Huh? Mask Festival? Tell me more please"

On the way home, Kieran explained the festival, and after putting on the outfit for the occasion, on they went.

He explained how much he loved the food and games, even tho he wasn't really good at them.

When they arrived, festive music could be heard in the distance, and a long set of stairs welcomed them. "Hehe, we also have loooong stairs at my school." Said Juliana.

"Really? So you'll get used to this ones soon!"

 

When they arrived, the place was completely different at how Kitakami was during the day, loud and cheerful festival music, strong smell of food and people selling their products from the top of their lungs, really set the ambience.

Juliana was a little overwhelmed, but maybe she could handle it for a while.

"So, what do you think, huh? They don't have festivals like this is Paldea" said Carmine mockingly.

"Yeah haha, we don't really, but it looks fun!" said Juliana.

"Juliana come here" Kieran called you from a candied apples tent "T-take this one, it's for y-you"

"Are you sure Kieran? Thanks you so much, it's gonna taste more delicious now that you gave it to me!"

"Oh d-don' worry, it's not big deal, grampa gave me some money so don't worry about it hehe..." Kieran slightly smiled.

After that, Juliana and Kieran played some games, ate some food, and did activities of the festival like 'Puting the mask on the ogre' and more.

 

After a while, when Juliana was checking the mask stand, she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Heey Juliana, come her! I saved us a good spot" Kieran called her from in front of the Hall, and she saw how a lot of people going there too, so she went, intrigued. "And what is this about? It's one of those shadow puppets shows? They are hilarious for what I've seen" said Juliana. "No, not tonight, since it's the first night of the festival, it's gonna be a fireworks show." Kieran explained. But as soon as the F word was said, she begging to freak out. "Fireworks show?!" Juliana squeaked. "Yes, usually the first and the last day of the festival, it's great and cool and they have ones with the shape and color of the ogre and...." Kieran kept rambling like everything related to the ogre, but Juliana stopped listening a while ago. "G-great right..? I-I'll go t-to bu-buy something to eat before the show starts, I-I'll be back...!" Juliana made a kick excuse, this usually helps. "Oh great idea! Don't take to long, I'll be waiting here." The truth is, that Juliana wasn't going back there. She bought some Kitakamian mochis(because her sugar was low after such fright), and walked down the street, to sit on the long set of stairs. As she reached a particularly comfy and far away stair step, she heard the fireworks begging. * PHIIIIIIIIIIIII BOOM *, a whistle and a boom made Juliana tremble like a stick, it was far enough so it wasn't extremely loud, but the noise still startled her. A pond near by reflected the fireworks, one after another, with no signs of stopping. "No way it's only been three minutes, it feels like an eternity..." Juliana checked her smartrotom, looking for a distraction, but there wasn't any signal on the hall. She only had her gallery to distract herself, where she saw the photos she took with Kieran that day. "I'm-I'm sorry Kieran...*sniff*, I'm too coward to even go and see the fireworks... *SNIFFFFFSNIF*" Tears dropped down her face, as she thought how she isn't with her new friend in what is supposed to be a happy moment, making a happy memory... One of her Pokémon came of their PokéBall to comfort her.

Back in the hall, Kieran started to get worried, looking for food shouldn't take this long, the stands were usually empty at the time of the fireworks, was her new friend ok? She was missing on the fireworks, and what if something happened?! So he went to check for Juliana.

"Hey Carmine, Juliana isn't back yet, I'll go check for her" whispered to her sister. "Juliana isn't here? I didn't noticed. Ok, but don't go to far, and you better bring her in one piece, or we'll both be in problems, I mean, YOU will be in big trouble" said Carmine, it was hard to tell if she was being serious or not, only Kieran knew.

 

"Julianaaa, Juliana where are you?" Kieran looked for her everywhere, at every game and stand. He looked for the whole festival, the only places left where the path to the mountain or back to the town, he discarded the first option because you went to the food stands, and he would've clearly seen if you took this path, so he made his way to the other road.

As Kieran went down the stairs, he saw a small figure sat on the first steps of the stairs, and a Pokémon with a distinctive ribbon used by Juliana, it was her. He SPRINTED to her trying not to fall down. "Juliana, you're... you're ok... I'm glad to see you're ok..." "Oh! *Sniff* K-kieran what are you doing here??" Juliana's voice was trying to not tremble a lot "It's just that, you went out running and didn't came back and I was worrin... Wait, are you really ok..?" Kieran noticed how she was white as a ghost and breathing weird...

"Y-yes I'm fine don't worry..." *BOOM* Another firework, this one specially loud, went off. "EEEEEK!" Juliana squeaked scared.

"Are u... Scared of the fireworks?" Kieran smelled some fear in her, but was just asking to sound polite.

"Eeeemmm... M-maybe a little... Too much...? Sorry but yes I don't like fireworks, they're too loud and surprising for me, I was never a fan... You probably think I'm weird, everyone likes fireworks... But you should go back there and watch them if you like! You wait the whole year for this festival" Juliana tried to convince Kieran.

"Of course not, everyone is scared of somethin', and yeah, I guess fireworks can be lou sometimes.. But no way I'm leaving you here all alone! You shouldn't leave.... Friends alone..." "I'm your friend Kieran?" Asked Juliana. "W-well yeah of course!" Kieran seemed humbled by the question. "Thanks for saying that! I really appreciate it! I'm glad we're friends!" Juliana hugged Kieran when *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* More fireworks, some in a row, made Juliana jump "AAAAAAAH!" Juliana hugged Kieran a little too hard. "Ouch! Hey hey everything's ok... Here, you can... Hold my hand... If you think t-that helps you..." Kieran turns red as a Tamato berry. "T-thanks Kieran..." Juliana took his hand and press it tight when a firework explodes, Juliana seems to calm down. "If noise is bothering you, I know a place where we can watch them from far away, what do you say?" Kieran proposes. "Thanks sounds nice, thanks Kieran..." And the two go to a calm area in a near mountain (with the help of your Poké Ride) to watch the rest of the show.

[mikimeiko]

Day 10 - Kosice (Slovakia)

I had some issues sleeping tonight which threw me off my mood, schedule and ideas for the day but I WILL NOT LET THIS RUIN THE REST OF THE DAY. It is what it is, we work with what we've got.

I have a late breakfast with a very nice apricot cake, then wander about parts of the old town that I hadn't seen yesterday.

I decided to go be in nature some more, and there's a place that seems nice that you can get to by train in about half an hour (though trains are only once every two hours). The ride is lovely, the hills are so beautiful and the vegetation is different enough from what I'm used to that I feel a genuine rush of exploration.

Ruzin station is super in the middle of nowhere. I manage to get to the river but there's no path, only the road with the cars. I go to the nearest dam where there's supposed to be a crossing into a hiking area, but it has locked gates and a sign that says that you can only enter with permission :(

I decide to walk to the other nearest train station, even if it means staying on the road with cars, because I have two hours and I have to do SOMETHING XD.

Luckily there aren't many cars, and even if this wasn't the hike I envisioned it's also not terrible. I also finally have the opportunity to look at wild flowers (not many flowers in this trip now that I think about it. Is it because it's summer? I feel very ignorant XD)

I end up arriving much too early at the station and the train is about 20 minutes late, but it's a peaceful wait, with a view of the trees and a book to read (seriously I don't think you understand how much of this trips is just... waiting XD). But then! They announce the train and the platform IMMEDIATELY before the train comes :O (in Italy the first announcement is usually 5 minutes before so this felt rather strange! But also it's likely that it is because it's a small station and you just cross the rails to get to your platform? XD)

An interesting thing I noticed on my way to Kosice but also today is that when a train passes in a station (not only when it stops, even when it's just passing by) the stationmaster comes out of his office and stand in front of the station until the train has gone. And I'm guessing there is or used to be a practical reason for this, but I don't know if it is still the case or if it's just a tradition now? This happens also in very small stations, which would definitely be unmanned in Italy (though now that I think about it the Ruzin station building was closed and I don't remember seeing the stationmaster there, so maybe it's only stations over a certain size/travel capacity?)

I finally try the bryndzové halušky, slovak national dish that I didn't have the courage to try in Bratislava for fear of the effect the cheese was having on me. I think they might be more popular in the Bratislava region than here? Or maybe it's just that Bratislava is more foreign tourism oriented, but they were everywhere there and they are not so advertised here. Anyway, very good!

Leaving Slovakia tomorrow morning and I'm a bit sad, I really liked it here and I think I'd like to come back and see more at some point.

[senorincognito69]

Pillow 33 - PokeMOM: Red and Blue 2

The continuation to: http://docs-lab.com/submissions/3414/pokemom-red-blue-monthly-tale-39

(Man into ¿¿?? - TG)*

Celadon City, the bustling metropolis at the heart of Kanto, an obligatory stop for any travelling trainer where many humans, many pokemon and many humans that could be pokemon lived in relative harmony.

In one of the many apartment buildings in the city, a twelve storey structure with a sturdy elevator, Neighbour Andrew, who lived on the top floor, was about to pick that elevator to go for an early afternoon bike ride.

Andrew was an affable and unassuming old man. He was white skinned with a slight tan, with short greyish hair, closely shaved, sort of plump, somewhere around his fifties and single. The sort of fella that is always pleasant and kind to coworkers, peers and pokemon. On the weekends he often baked pastries and freely shared them.

He entered the elevator, pushed the button for the ground floor, and waited patiently, humming softly with his arms crossed behind his back.

When the elevator reached the eleventh floor it stopped, the doors opened and a woman entered. A young short woman with short hair that was a rusty red tone, she wore comfy sporty clothes and a cap, she also had a remarkably large bust that was the envy of a few. The woman had on her back a sizable backpack, from her belt hung three shrunken pokeballs that held pokemon inside them.

She was a pokemon trainer.

She was also quite distracted, looking down at her pokedex which she was holding in one hand while the other hand fiddled around with an empty pokeball.

She was so distracted in fact that she didn’t notice that Andrew was in the elevator until after the elevator’s door closed and it began to descend towards the tenth floor, Andrew greeted her.

“Howdy, Terry!” said Andrew with a smile. “Getting ready for another adventure?”

Terry stopped looking at the pokedex and focussed her attention on her neighbour.

“Andrew!” she squeaked, blushing a bit. “Sorry, didn’t notice you back there…!”

Andrew chuckled honestly.

“Don’t worry girl, don’t worry,” he answered, unbothered. “What better time to be distracted than when you are young? You trainers are always busy, no need to waste time on old fools like me!”

“Nah, you are too mean on yourself.”

“Or you are too kind, after all, who would know what I am better than I do myself?” he laughed. “Now, tell me, are you going after the local gym leader? It would certainly be nice if someone took that smug girl down a peg, or maybe even two! I heard that your wartortle is a quite magnificent fighter!”

Terry passed a finger over the pokeball that held her ace, since she had begun her trainer escapades her squirtle had evolved and she had acquired a zubat and a mankey for her team.

She shook her head.

“I’m not ready for that, I will be eventually for sure, just not yet… You might not see me for a long while… I’m actually leaving the city… I’m going far away, to train, see new places… There’s a big world out there, too big to always stay in the same place and if I want to get stronger I have to explore it!”

They passed the ninth floor.

Andrew nodded his understanding.

“Ahhh, the BIG adventure…!” he sighed with blue melancholy. “It makes me very envious. I wish I had what it takes to be a trainer, but I didn’t even have the guts to catch my own pokemon… I’m a perpetual loser.”

“Hey, you're getting gloomy, don’t you say such things, you always have time to start your own adventure!”

“No, no Terry, it’s too late for me, I'm a good-for-nothing... Trainer? I wouldn’t even make it as a pokemon breeder! Neighbour Andrew, just a background character in other people's awesome adventures…” his next sigh was a bitter one. “Sorry, sorry sweetheart, I’m ruining the mood, it just got me the wrong way, you need a warm farewell, not the ramblings of an elderly fossil…!”

Andrew stared forward with a dull glow in his eyes.

Terry took a sad glance at her neighbour, her lips twitched, she wished to do something for him.

Help him find his place...

The elevator left the eighth floor behind.

Terry’s pokedex began to shake and buzz in her hand, she looked down at her device, frowning, startled, she was quite familiar with the shenanigans that those machines could cause.

“Wait, don’t you dare…!” she whispered.

Andrew’s attention was focussed when a beam of light came from the top of the pokedex and began to shine over him going up and down as if it was analysing him.

“Uh?” he mumbled, surprised.

On top of the pokedex’s screen a small and extremely accurate holographic depiction of Andrew appeared.

A completely nude one at that, which begins to slowly spin in a stiff pose and with a mildly blank expression, showing off Andrew’s chubby shame, from his ass to his flabby flaccid penis, resting on top of his hanging balls surrounded by grey pubes.

Both Terry’s and Andrew’s face turned an intense shade of red.

Then the pokedex spoke loudly in a robotic voice.

Andrew Fred Sully

Species: Human (Crossdresser, Office worker)

Type: Normal

Gender: ♂

Abilities: Grandma Heart // Reliable

Age: 54

Status: Wild

When the announcement finished the device began to fill up with more data about Andrew. Measurements of all kinds… weight, height, dick size… Details such as  how many times he had sex or had worn panties while at work, ending in a pretty lengthy summary of his human existence right up to the point at which he had stepped into the elevator.

Terry’s eyebrows rose - she and Andrew were blushing vividly, looking at each other.

“Crossdresser?” she asked.

Andrew moved away into one of the corners of the none too spacious elevator, putting as much distance as he could between himself and the trainer.

“D-Did your pokedex just register me?!” he cried in a broken voice.

Terry’s neighbour might not have had all the answers, but he was self-aware enough to know the rules. A pokedex only registers pokemon and if he had been registered by Terry’s pokedex that meant that at the very least he was potentially not fully human.

And given the right circumstances perhaps not even human at all.

A frightening concept… that for some reasons erected his sex.

Terry looked at Andrew's scared pale face then looked at the pokedex and then back at him.

She took a step forward.

“Nonononono!” she lifted her other hand, the one she had forgotten was still holding an empty pokemon ready to catch any wild pokemon. “The pokedex works sorta on its own, it isn’t my fault, or yours, I don’t have any intention of…”

Her poor attempt at explaining made Andrew press himself even further into the corner to the point he had begun to tiptoe, terrified of the pokeball.

“Don’t get any closer! Don’t capture me! Don’t make me a pokemon!” he pleaded, sobbing.

“I’m not…!”

Terry had no intention of ending her neighbour's humanity, but it was right then just as the elevator reached the seventh floor and on that floor there was a tiny structural issue with the building that always made the whole elevator car slightly shake when going down.

Shake enough to cause the pokeball to escape from Terry’s fingers.

The ball was, accidentally, tossed, making a perfect curve through the air before hitting Andrew in the centre of his forehead. After striking its target it bounced back and opened in mid-air.

In that last brief second Andrew got a perfect view of the interior of his fate. The entirety of his body mass began to glow red, before turning into light that was pulled into a spiral.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaashhhhhhhhhh…!” his begging cry was stretched into nothing as he was sucked towards the interior of the pokeball.

Once every ounce of Andrew was inside the pokeball, it closed.

Both the man’s empty clothes and the ball dropped heavily to the floor, as if the neighbour had never existed, but some might say his luck was much worse than simply disappearing.

Or more humiliating at the very least.

The elevator reached the sixth floor.

Terry squatted in front of the pile of clothes and the pokeball, the pokeball was wobbling weakly, its middle red light blinking. It was rare for a pokemon trainer to desire for their captured monster to escape…

“Please, please, fight it, resist! Get out Andrew!”

PING!

The ball stopped moving, the pokemon had been captured.

“Oh, arceus,” Terry sighed, picking up the pokeball.

She felt the weight of the man trapped inside.

Andrew had been dematerialized and rematerialized in the interior of the small capturing device. Stripped naked, shrunk, compressed, squeezed and contorted into a space that was not comfortable because he wasn’t fully a pokemon… yet…

The old fella was sobbing - upside down, hot, sweaty, completely bent to the point of having his dick against his face, his stiff wiener leaking precum over his cheek. Terry stood up, carefully holding the pokeball.

“I’m so, so sorry!” she swore to the ball. “It was an accident! I didn’t really mean for you to… Sigh! Stay calm Andrew, I will get you out as soon as the elevator stops, when we reach the ground floor I will, I… Choose you…”

Terry’s pokedex vibrated once again, distracting her.

As they arrived at the fifth floor Andrew’s registered information began to become rewritten, starting with the neighbour’s name being deleted and replaced by what he was about to become.

What he was going to be from now on.

Snorlax

Species: Sleeping Glutton (Former Human Crossdresser)

Type: Normal

Gender: ♀

Terry bit her lip.

Abilities:  Thick Fat // Gluttony // Grandma Heart // Reliable

Age: 54

Status: Caught (Celadon City)

The eyelids of the pokemon trainer narrowed as the pokedex updated the measurement trivia and erased Andrew’s life summary, leaving a short entry in its place.

Very lazy. Just eats and sleeps. As its rotund bulk builds, it becomes steadily more slothful.

She gave the new info a second read, her feelings were a shambles, she was half worried about the sorry end of poor old Andrew and half… well… if the pokedex was correct, and it often was, her neighbour just happened to be quite the desirable monster to obtain for any pokemon team…

“Snorlax…” she mumbled… causing the pokeball to open. “No! No!”

Too late.

The pokeball escaped her palm, leaping forward and opening as the red energy light came from inside it. The beam focused on the corner of the elevator where Andrew’s clothes had been left, reshaping into a forming a human silhouette before rematerializing the plump mature neighbour back in the outside world.

Andrew reappeared in the elevator, naked and moist, sitting on the floor, breathing heavily and sobbing plaintively. His dick twitching and hard between his legs, miserable and humiliated he looked up at his pokemon master.

“Terry…!” he cried. “Terry, I don’t want to be a pokemon!”

It wasn’t too powerful of a complaint, being neither a protest or a demand, rather more of a resigned sorrowful moan. Terry put her pokedex back in a pocket and lifted both hands, trying to calm down her distressed neighbour while looking around the floor for the pokeball.

“Don’t panic, breathe deeply, we have to put you back in the pokeball before you begin to change, you can’t transform here!”

They reached the fourth floor and all of Andrew’s hair, even his eyebrows, began to quickly be plucked from his skin.

“Nuh! Nuh, please! Nuh transform!” he sobbed, shaking his head, his ears becoming very pointy and migrating to the top of the sides of his balding head.

Terry saw the pokeball in the floor and knelt, trying to reach it

“Andrew, you are a pokemon already, nothing can change that, but if you…!” she tried to argue with her transforming neighbour.

“NUUUUUUUH!” cried Andrew more loudly. “I snor wanna be snor! Snorrr, me snor, snor! Snorlaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxxxxxxxssshhhhhh!”

That last cry was stretched out into a long yawning sound. Andrew’s mouth opened inhumanly wide. A pair of tusks grew from his lower mouth, his eyelids closed up, looking like a pair of lines and his cock shivered leaking a short flow of sperm. It was a contagious yawning which Terry found herself forced to join, dropping down on all fours with a sleepy sensation as she crawled towards the pokeball.

The power of that yawn unleashed the changes, Andrew’s body began to rapidly expand in all directions, growing larger and rounder by the second. His stomach swelled exponentially faster than the rest of his body, his nipples thickened, areolas spread as a pair of enormous breasts formed, resting on top of his gigantic growing belly.

Fur began to sprout all over his smooth body, it was greyish at the edges, but a soft cream tone on his belly, face and feet. Andrew slowly slid down against the elevator wall, lazily touching his new pair of breasts, then raised his hands in front of his seemingly closed eyes.

He saw his fingers shrinking around his nails, which sharpened into claws. Five sturdy claws on each hand, on his feet two of his toes shrank to nothing on each, leaving only three claws per foot.

Panic and dullness intermixed.

“Teeeeeerryyyysh! Laaaaaaaaaaaax!” His voice sounded deep, slow and lazy.

Terry was woken up from her yawn induced half-slumber when Andrew’s furry belly began to push her back. Well on his way to become a snorlax Andrew was already filling more than half of the already small space in the elevator and he just kept growing.

“Andrew!” Terry grunted, trying to push at the belly with one hand without any effect as she stretched her other arm over to reach the pokeball. “Control yourself! Stop for a moment!”

“Snoooooooooor! Snoooooooooooooorlaaaaaaxxxx!”

With a desperate stretch Terry’s tiptoes reached the pokeball, but another burst of changes expanded the belly, pushing her back and making her lose her grip on the ball, which rolled on top of the curve of the stomach ending up against the other wall of the elevator.

“No!” groaned Terry as she was pinned against the wall by the fat.

The monster’s perpetually sleeping face lost many of its features, such as its nose, as it inflated into a simpler teddy bear like ursine shape. Now neckless above that titanic spheric tummy that now made up most of the body.

Weight.

Heat.

Pressure.

There was a conflict between mass and space that was about to reach its limit, the elevator’s gears ground. It was quite comfortable to be trapped by the furry belly. It was warm, soft and furry, but that didn’t make Terry any less anxious about their current situation.

She wondered if this was how it felt to be inside a pokeball while still being human.

What floor were they even on?

“Andreeewwwg!” she gasped.

“Terryyyxxx… Snor, huuuuungry…!” the snorlax yawned.

After an eternal couple of minutes the elevator mercifully reached the ground floor.

Another neighbour, a smug looking woman carrying a bag of groceries, was waiting for the next lift. She screamed and took a step back when the elevator’s doors slid open and she saw what was inside.

One of the pokemon’s legs came out, preventing the doors from closing again. With the liberty of the extra space the changes made the monster grow even bigger.

With lots of struggling and a great effort Terry dragged herself around the belly in search of an exit.

“Ngggggggghhhhhhhh!”

With a final tug she pulled herself out of the elevator, escaping from the fat trap and landing face first on the floor. Panting, blushing and dishevelled she sat up and looked back at the state of the elevator.

“What the heck is going on?!” the neighbour asked Terry.

The elevator was by now completely clogged by the giant pokemon inside it, a barely contained mass of fuzzy fat. The leg of the monster shortened until only the foot was left, the foot, with its three claws, swelled and became round. Andrew’s dick and balls remain hanging, mockingly small in an enlarged crotch, in full view of Terry and the neighbour.

“Snor! Snor!” Andrew shook violently as the last change reached his sex, the small penis grew thick and red, balls were sucked up into his body, a meaty clench forms from their skin. They become the clit and vulva of a large meaty vagina, the last part of the monster’s body that was covered in the greyish fur. “SNOOORLAAAAAAH!”

The neighbour screamed, some of her groceries fell out of her bag. The shaking of the snorlax’s final change and orgasms were too much for the elevator, the cable snapped and the box collapsed, ending up crooked within the door frame.

“I caught a female snorlax…” Terry slowly explained. “And she accidentally left the pokeball in the elevator…” The snorlax shook again, slightly raising her butt, the pokeball rolled out from under her pussy and kept rolling until it reached Terry’s hand. Terry got up and pointed the pokeball at her pokemon. “Snorlax, come back.”

The ball opened, flesh turned into energy and was swiftly pulled back inside the sphere.

Terry bowed solemnly to her neighbour.

“Sorry we broke the elevator,” she said, then she picked up a couple of the apples that had fallen from the grocery bag and ran towards the building’s exit.

“Hey… Hey! You can’t just leave!” the neighbour protested.

She was wrong.

Outside, on the busy streets of Celadon City, Terry found a more or less empty spot and tossed the pokeball once more, this time willingly. The snorlax came out, amusing some of the passersby, and annoying some others when the giant pokemon appeared in the middle of the street, but most of them were indifferent to the activities of a random trainer.

The giant bearish giantess lay down on her back, too tired to move or to care about technically being naked in the middle of the street. A majestic female snorlax, her fur grey where it was usually dark blue-green for her kin and a pair of enormous cream furred breasts resting on top of her cream furred belly, in proportion with the rest of her large body.

Terry walked to the side of the pokemon’s head.

“Welp…” she said with a smile, patting the monster’s head. “Thank you for tagging along, big buddy!”

“Snoooor…”

Terry put the apples in the snorlax’s mouth, who munched them happily.

The trainer pulled out her pokedex and went to the TEAM tab, the snorlax had been added to her other three pokemons. She selected her new team member, at the top the new screen that opened the name of the pokemon appeared:  Snorlax (Former Andrew Fred Sully)

After briefly considering things Terry deleted the name and wrote a new one: Granny

She put the pokedex away and gave the monster’s tummy a tender hug.

“We’ll get some extra food before leaving! I know there’s great potential in you, Granny!” she said. “You are going to be a champion!”

Granny lazily tapped her trainer’s back before starting to snooze.

Terry chuckled.

Shortly after that, the snorlax was back inside her pokeball, hanging from Terry’s belt along with the rest of the team.

After a stop at the mall Terry finally left the city towards the east.

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[science-lings]

Any new thoughts about hsfr?

Also how do they meet? Are they all places into a big group in the beginning? Picking each other up one by one? (The classic chain meets character, mostly wild) are they first travelling around as duos and trios before meeting the entire group?

New thoughts: not quite new but I've been thinking about him a lot, Hunter. I think a lot of portrayals of tp Link have his major sad being from Midna leaving him (which was understandably devastating) but I think that he's dealing with a lot on top of that, just in general. He's always been different than the people around him and I'm not completely convinced that he was unanimously adopted by Ordon, in general, he (Like hero/ oot Link) grew up around people who were different from him and he noticed. He tries to fit in and he does get along well with most of the people but he never felt quite right. It's only until after the twilight invasion that it really becomes an issue.

There's also something about him embracing the beast he's turned into. He knows that many people would see him in his wolf form as a monster, and in a way, he is. But instead of it being a terrifying secret, he accepts it as part of himself. Maybe he is a monster. Only a monster can kill other monsters after all. He's not showing it off, but he's not really hiding it anymore. People are afraid of him more than they are thankful for the deeds of the hero, but he doesn't mind. Don't get me wrong, he still has a mushy soft heart and is still a sweetheart around kids and animals, he's just also a bit emo at the same time.

For how the Link's meet? I haven't made any concrete decisions, but I think it would make the most sense for smaller groups to meet before they all meet each other. It creates compound dynamics that would be really interesting to explore, like if someone beyond the timelines were orchestrating who would get along with who so that there wouldn't be complete chaos. General, King, and Guardian would be the knight group, Hunter, Gish, and Captain would be the 'eyeliner and life crisis' group with Hunter trying his best to be in charge, Sage, Linkle, and Hero, (and if I add a MC Link this is were they would be), as the 'weird little nature girl' group.

So they spend a bit together, long enough to figure out what's going on and to trust each other a little until they all stumble together. That way everyone can witness Sage and Hunter's reunion and the mindfuck of Sage and Guardian meeting.

Also, they quickly make sure that there's no default leader and that each of them has different strengths which means they each lead in different situations. Like during a fight, General and Guardian are typically in charge as they're both used to fighting in big groups, Gish and Sage (and Hunter) take charge while traveling as they're both very experienced with tracking and survival. If they're at Sea, Captain is in charge, If they're trying to get King used to ordering people around, King is in charge (he does not love being in charge), If they're in a mysterious forest filled with trickster spirits, Hero takes charge. If there are Cuccos involved, Linkle is in charge. That kind of thing. I just have a feeling that none of them are really begging to be the leader yk?

[dianneowen]

Hotel California

I've always asked myself where am I going after I die. Heaven seemed like a boring place, with its protective angels and innocent souls. But at the same time, Hell sounded too harsh; it's not like I was planning on bombing someone in this lifetime.

Then, on an unexpected evening, I found out the answer to my question.

You see, whatever god is out there has decided to get rid of me at the age of twenty-seven; a bit too late if you ask me. I got dragged out of my body, forced to see my friends mourning their now-lost companion prior to being sucked into this void. For a minute, or maybe a century, I felt absolutely nothing. No peace, no sadness, no melancholy, no anger, nothing.

Then I woke up standing in front of a large river, where a man covered by a cloak and its hood was waiting for me, onto his boat. He demanded a form of paying, so I gave him my least expensive ring. We travelled down the river for a while, and I finally had the time to scan my surroundings.

On the right, an endless field was extending itself. Numerous eyeless souls were wandering or picking up the weeds as if searching for something. On the left, segregated people were wailing and screaming, beging to be set free.

'They have no form of payment with them. They left the Earth with no object to their name,' the man told me in a whispered tone.

I tried to feel at least a bit of empathy for them, but I quickly found out that emotions in this realm did not exist. That's why these people still felt anger, because they weren't completely dead.

Eventually, we arrived at this neon, thirteen-floor building, decorated like those expensive hotels, designed for well-payed figures. Once I left the boat, the man gave me one final look and left. When I entered the hotel, my eyes were blinded by the overly shining chandeliers and the white, reflecting walls. I walked to the receptionist, wanting to ask about my room.

'Hey. I believe I have a-'

'A new guest! Name, please!'

'Kindell Juntaro.'

'Hmm...Ah, yes. Your room is 2002, on the thirteenth floor!'

The only way to get there was by the elevator. I noticed that it had no button to press; the thing closed by itself, transporting me as fast as I could blink.

I found my room relatively easy despite the halls being tall and wide and very confusing. My room was the exact copy of the first apartment where my friends and I moved in, and also the one where that little whore decided to abandon me...

Due to my lack of sleep and interest, I decided to wander the halls of my floor, hoping to find something interesting to do. I saw many souls passing by me without any wish to strike a conversation, as if I was any better at doing it... Everyone looked dread and sucked dry of their energy. Was I looking the same?

I tried to find the elevator, wishing to explore the rest of the hotel, but my searching was unsuccessful. The only place I was able to find was the hall that took to my room. Looks like I'm stuck in here forever...

I, once considered the greatest drummer of my generation, one of the most beloved and talented musicians of the 21st century, quickly became a no one in the afterlife. No one recognised me, no one wanted me to perform, no one was interested by my previous life. Now, all that's left is the miserable remain of a man who once had the world in his hands...

Where are you now, my beloved friends? Where have the winds taken you to?

[mrs-ulysses]

a love letter to Hozier

Dear Andrew,

I spent the summer thinking I might have been a lesbian, but then I got your last album and fell in love with you.

I’m writing this because I’m a writer. I pitched the idea of an essay about having a celebrity crush to my friend, explained the crush and she said, well, you should write him a letter.

I’m 31, so I wasn’t ready to have a crush on a singer I’ll never see in my life. I feel like a teen, and I don’t like it. Maybe because it reminds me of how old and lonely I get. My friend says, but Sasha, it just means you’re alive, and your heart is finding ways to feel something.

The line between acting honest and acting crazy is a thin one, especially for women, but hopefully I’ll walk the line. 

What not to love about you, though? A tall man with a halo of golden hair; a man who says “capitalism is a cult”; a man who supports the weakest; a man who sings of love that wins over death. The embodiment of everything I ever wanted in a man. What a sweet unrest it brings.

The algorithms of social networks are kind to me: they show me more and more videos from gigs and interviews. I feel shy when I see your face, or hear you speaking. I’ve always been the invisible one, a quiet admirer, mesmerised by the beauty. If we were in the same room, I’d probably try not to look at you at all costs, as if my love is a beam of light, and, reflected from you, it’d burn me down.

As you said in an Q&A I watched the other night, one can’t truly experience love without experiencing the sorrow. When I feel the love, I’m scared; I can sense the destruction this feeling promises. 

I had a dream this week; don’t worry, it’s a decent one. We were together and I was sad, and you tried to comfort me; the moment i’m trying to describe is quite hard to grasp: I woke up with the feeling of a soft breath on my neck and the electric sensation of beard touching my skin. 

It was so real, surreal. It never happened, but I remember it.

I’m an amateur of love, but a pro at heartbroken.

There’s a difference between knowing and being. I’ve always been in the knowing team, but this year I rejected knowledge: it felt exhausted. This letter is my attempt to be.

I’ve been identifying as queer for a couple of years. The word queer is handy because it allows me to not provide any explanations; it’s a way to quickly say “I feel like an alien here and still I am painfully aware I’m human”.

I’m trying to figure out who I am, and I think I am a possibility: a possibility of many different lives. 

I’ve never understood—and always admired—those who are just sure about themselves. How can anyone declare themself to be any one thing, and not the other? I support it, but I know I can be both, given the circumstances. I am both.

I think, loving someone is not about their sex or gender; loving someone is about the soul alignment, and maybe a bit of fate. Loving you and listening to your songs helped me to pave the way to myself, the one I lost in three last heartbreaks.

Having a crush on an unfamiliar person can be considered comfortable: I easily can avoid the content I don’t like and consume the content I prefer: where you sing certain songs or your hair is of certain length, or, or, or. I can cherish your explanations of your own lyrics, and ignore something else. Maybe I don’t ignore anything now, but nevertheless it is an imaginary relationship, a true love towards an imaginary person. 

But aren’t all persons around us imaginary? Don’t we always ignore the boring stuff and highlight the great stuff about those we love?

The paradox of love, I think, is that we usually fall for people who are very similar to ourselves, and yet meeting them unlocks some doors in our hearts that we were unaware of. So we need to inhabit ourselves again, and we see these people as our best guides. If life is a journey, we’re not the travelers, but the place that’s being traveled.

I decided I want to explore this crush; one of the most interesting parts of it is the end. When will it happen? How? Why? Right now I can’t believe that at some point I’ll stop sing along to Take me to church, or cry to Francesca (I have a 4’ video of myself crying to it, and still do cry, even when in public). I was walking with my headphones on, and thought: what if it is happening right now, as I’m listening to the Son of Nyx? And I felt frightened. I don’t want this feeling to go. But I’m still mesmerised by your smile, I checked. I still smile back.

Will all my love,

Sasha

[asavt]

Cookie Squad Headcanons part 3

Featuring a bit of Angel, more bar gays, Chestnut appreciation, City of Wizards and Future! Headcanons.

-Before departing ways, Angel gave Madeleine one of their feathers, something like a gift to keep light with him if he ever needs it. The feather still glows gently, and Madeleine keeps it as a lucky charm, in one of these necklaces— I’ll better just show:

-Roguefort knows French, might not speak it all the time, but they do know. Almond understands some of it, does not speak it. Latte started picking it up from what Roguefort would say sometimes.

-There has been times where Sparkling wouldn’t be at the bar, either needing a rest, having an event somewhere else, or something else. In times like those he usually leaves the bar in charge of Mint or Herb, Vampire is always in there too. There have been a few instances where this lead to Roguefort meeting one or both of them. Herb is happy. Mint is wary. Vampire is holding his laugh.

-Walnut is good friends with Chestnut and Pudding too. Almond often looks after Chestnut whenever he goes around. Chestnut is usually seen around delivering newspapers on his bike with Pudding sitting behind in the dockable trolley. The rest of the group know them both too.

-*They also know Creampuff, Chestnut will ask her about the city of wizards and any other interesting things she has read in any books. Creampuff will happily tell him.

-*Latte knows those kids too, and the rest of the pudding sibs too. She is naturally good with children it seems.

-*Chestnut and Pudding are both a bit intimidated by Espresso as first like many other people. Essy isn’t sure what to do with their excitement when he tells them that yes, he’s been in other places, towns, cities. Luckily, Madeleine is there to help a little with that (Chestnut would ask so many questions about their travels I think).

-*There was one chance where Roguefort (As Phantom Bleu) was escaping from whoever was chasing after them that night, hid behind some wall and was meet with two pairs of big fucking eyes looking at them surprised and excited. Rogue had to hush Chestnut and Pudding (wondering what were those two doing out so late at night), wait a little to get out of their hiding spot and take the kids with them somewhere close to a police officer (or Almond if he happens to be around) so they can be taken home. Outside the thief job? Rogue has seen the kids pass by his workshop many times, sometimes they will have some candy out for them for when Chestnut goes by to deliver newspaper.

-Roguefort baby-talks Lord Crumbles, and will spoil the other cats if given the chance.

-Roguefort and Madeleine: *Become besties*

Espresso: Oh god there’s two of them—

-Espresso has used Latte’s spoon a few times. He doesn’t really needs it to perform magic, but he is rather good with it (and just as terrifying as her).

-Because Essy has sometimes lifted Madeleine off the ground and carried him floating, Almond showed curiosity of how many people he could carry with magic aid.

He managed to have both Madeleine and Latte in his arms, Walnut on his shoulders, Almond and Roguefort hanging off his feet and Creampuff begin carried by Almond.

He was a bit tired after that, but it was a fun experiment with the rest of the squad.

-Creampuff has talked about the City of Wizards many times, as she has been there before coming to Parfaedia and entering the academy. She will often talk about this old man that reads other cookie’s fortune (and that Almond has meet before “Creampuff don’t belive everything that guy says he is a swindler”), a woman that is forever bound to a library, that might seem a bit cold on the outside but that is actually very gentle towards the rest of the magic wielders that go visit her, another young mage, one that Espresso and Madeleine have meet (Creampuff is surprised to know that he has left the City of Wizards, and wonders if he will ever go by Parfaedia), a magician that, although he might not seem like a real mage at first glance, he is deftly blessed by the moon, and the moonlight itself, a meeting that was short and (in Creampuff’s mind) very lucky.

-*Creampuff never got to explore all the city. She was told by the moonlight that there was a place where she could learn magic. It was a bit sad, but the she told her she was always welcome back in the City.

-*The adults tend to forget that she has traveled a lot before coming to Parfaedia, often begin surprised when Creampuff talks about the City out of what she has read in books.

-*Creampuff made the promise to Walnut to take her to the City one day. She misses the place a little, and those she meet there, too.

Future - Walnut and Creampuff (it’s what I have)

-During this time, Walnut already knows Roguefort’s secret (the full thief thing). Something I’ll maybe talk about in another post

-Creampuff starts learning black magic from the belief that it can be used for good if used correctly. Someone has to research on it, right

-After Creampuff disappears, all the group is, silently, looking for her, in their own ways. Even Sparkling and Vampire get a bit worried about it and do their own part.

-*Maybe Latte is the most worried of all. She cares for her a lot after all.

Maybe she is the only one who has an idea of why she got apart, both her and Creampuff had talked about before after all.

-Walnut is often helped by a mysterious figure in some investigations. Sometimes information on suspects, given inside papers and letters that often are adorned with a feather, or protected by this person, they are never standing where the light can hit them (whatever it is artificial or the moon’s). Once Walnut manages to catch a glimpse of white hair and an owl’s hoot is that she starts to connect the dots (and she mentally slaps herself for not noticing sooner). They did have a promise to become partners once they grew up after all.

-Creampuff eventually comes out from the shadows. In a rather hard situation where all the group got in trouble, no one else but them get to see her. They are all surprised to see how much she changed since the last time they saw her.

-*They never get to get to her though, she escapes before they can say anything (and the only words from her were a soft “I’m sorry”)

-There are mixed opinions. None of them can be really angry at her, especially after hearing what Latte knew of Creampuff’s interest in black magic (The latte mage is wary of it, but trusts her student).

-There are a few encounters between the group and Creampuff, never all at the same time like the first time they get to see her.

-*With Almond and Latte there’s a part of conflict, both teachers are a bit hurt of seeing her like that. But they still see the same gentle student (now a true mage) they know. (Almond still isn’t sure what to think, Latte can only hope for the best).

-*With Espresso and Madeleine there’s a talk, both asking her a few things, Creampuff answering. In the end, Puff tells them that she doesn’t understand why others confused (and still do) coffee magic with black magic.

-*With Roguefort is at the bar, late at night and with also the presence of Sparkling and Vampire as well. The lights dimmed a bit when she got in, as to keep other eyes out. Their talk was short, and by far the most peaceful of all.

-*She sees Walnut the most. The detective always telling her it was ok to go back with them, and the mage wondering if she really meant those words (She is scared, still unsure of what others think).

-Walnut eventually gets to her. A big case showing up, multiple magic creatures appearing, a big rift in the sky (yet again), the M.E.H. getting involved, the rest of the group helping out.

No one knows why the rift opened this time. There are people pointing guilty at the mysterious figure (Creampuff). Some of the group takes it as a possibility, but in the end they all decide to stand by Puff’s side. Even if it was an accident, she wouldn’t want to hurt others, they know her and by the little interactions they had they can tell. She is still gentle and kind.

Creampuff is the one who closes the rift in the end, with Walnut by her side, telling her that she wouldn’t allow anyone to get her apart from the group.

-She does go back with the group in the end :)

[catboylupin]

I was curious what is it about Remus that draws yourself and others in? I ask this as someone who identifies so much with him and it’s endlessly fascinating to me what drew him to people and others interpretations of him. How do you see him?

you see, remus is my little meow meow. also:

i think the werewolf thing is endlessly generative and can be analogous to many things. he is basically a vessel for exploring what it means to be human, wrestling the beast within, i am the thing? is the thing me? am i seperate from the thing? etc. you can use lycanthropy as a conduit to interrogate gender and shame and disability and assimilation and liberation. basically this post and this post and this

feels like some ungodly evil thing. sometimes he is ok with that.

he wants nothing more than to be loved/ have friends but at the same time he could be incredibly antisocial. in one way or another everything to remus is a sort of performance (part of this is rooted in his need to come off as a Good Werewolf/ general self loathing)

basically, for people whose every social interaction feels like a performance, “maybe i should stop pretending to be a person” is a relatable sentiment. (that is cringe, i know!! but it’s how i feel) 

has bursts of anger/ brashness. emotionally unpredictable. people around him are never exactly sure how he’ll react to a given situation.

being offered unconditional love is scary for him because it feels temporary/ like he doesn’t deserve it. however when he allows himself to be loved he can form these very close and deep relationships in which he is more authentically himself. 

lies constantly. and can be closed off emotionally/ uncommunicative and then expect other people to read his mind and understand what he needs 

basically he has a No One Understands Me complex yet makes little effort to be understood  

condescending. will give you unsolicited advice that he himself will not follow. also has a superiority complex (modern day remus would’ve regularly browsed /mu/. ‘oh you’ve never heard mbv? normie....’)

aloof but makes an effort to be kind. as a student i think he was considered friendly/ would help you with your homework if you asked 

has a tendency to see relationships as transactional 

has the same vibe as the band talking heads. i know this is a cringe thing 2 say but he matches their ‘cerebral awkward art students meet the nyc punk scene’ energy. they were his favorite band too.

stoner. at hogwarts he was The guy to go to for illicit substances 

enjoys the presence of women… outside of the marauders most of his friends r gals. mama’s boy etc.  

very cognizant of the fact that he is friends with two best friends, i.e. if the sidewalk was too small for three people he would be the one to walk behind them. he is okay with this but if he thinks about it for too long it might start to sting a bit. 

enjoys being choked in bed lol 

has little interest in controlling people/ has a healthy distrust of authority. as a prefect he would let most things slide, as a teacher he would let you retake tests as many times as you wanted. said voldemort, not youknowwho. all of these things r canon btw 

chronic pain. pure projection here, but he also has hearing loss. 

turned homework in late and i cannot decide if he was a very attentive question asking note taking student or just did not pay attention at all and then went to the library at night and tried to teach himself everything he was supposed to learn in class. 

the early 80s were uhhh tough for him. drugs as a coping mechanism/ substance abuse etc. never stayed in one place too long/ travelled a lot. 

will never apologize and acts completely irrationally to avoid confronting his insecurities. 

smart but not as naturally gifted and talented at everything the same way s and j were. he actually had to try in school, and doing well was important/ high stakes for him because he couldn’t just live off his family’s money for his entire life

very much a pisces in that at times he liked to sort of marinate in his sadness…… because when you are the one being victimized you cannot be a monster, right?  

dirt under his fingernails. holes in his socks. 

likes to do things that makes him feel in control of his life and his body. 

doesn’t kill bugs. catch n release. will hold a spider in his bare hands. sirius it’s okay it won’t hurt you. sirius please don’t kill it. pls.

likes being alone but not as much as he likes being around his friends :)

and basically everything @wolfbuck has ever said about him being welsh.

[doctenwho]

Gestures and Evasion

Hello! Welcome to a new DT fic! My deepest apologies that it’s been so long, and thank you so much for waiting so patiently! Life’s been a bit of a rollercoaster recently, and I’ve needed a bit to recuperate, but I’m back again!

This prompt didn’t have a specific character mentioned, but luckily, since it wasn’t anonymous, I was able to shoot pistachoz a DM and they’ve confirmed it’s a Tenth Doctor request! :D

Warning: None, I don’t think?

Word Count: 3,514

Summary: Check out the prompt above! :)

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the creator! :D)

The Doctor doesn’t really remember the first small act he’d committed to try and get his companion to notice him. To notice him on a... well, on a more personal level?

It’s a general memory, nothing pinpointed, but he knows it happened long ago.

It was something small—mundane. (Y/N) had more or less brushed the gesture off with a light laugh and a smile that made his hearts hammer away in his chest, but (Y/N) had really seen if for what it had been.

It wasn’t very often that the Doctor had these sort of feeling about anything, but there was just something special about (Y/N). Something he couldn’t put his finger on.  

He’d been trying for just about as long as the companion had been travelling with him to send little messages, or gestures in hopes that maybe (Y/N) would see what he was doing for what it was instead of brushing it off like she tended to do.

If he’s honest, he’s never really had this kind of problem before. He’s had many companions, and more often than not, those companions tend to want more from him than he’s willing to allow himself to give. Rose, and Martha—Jack, even—they were all looking for more from him, and being what he is, and what he does, it’s not that simple to reciprocate feelings.  

They’ll all age and eventually die, whereas he’ll just move on to his next bout of regeneration with a broken heart he’ll have to try his hardest to keep under wraps.  

The Doctor knows that maybe (Y/N) showing such little interest in him is almost a good thing. Less heartbreak down the road when (Y/N) decides not to accompany him any longer, or, worse, when old age takes (Y/N) away like every other human before her. It’s inevitable, and he really should have a stronger hold on human life compared to TimeLord life, but the loss always knocks him down for a while.

It should be a good thing, but he just can’t seem to bring himself around to believing that it’s a good thing. Not when every time (Y/N) brushes off a gesture he’s thought over, and put time and effort into, it fills his hearts with an unfamiliar pain he hasn’t felt since losing his family and Gallifrey alike.  

It had taken him a while to notice he was even trying to win (Y/N) in a sort of courtship way. And it had taken even longer to realize he’d been doing it for about as long as he’d known (Y/N). It hadn’t seemed like it at the time, but looking back now, he can see how all the little comments and gestures were more than just friendly.  

But she’d been brushing his attempts off since early in their travels. Shooting him a smile, but turning away when anything too even the slightest romantic turn. Avoiding his eyes when he stared fondly, or laughing it off when a compliment slipped past his lips.

He really didn’t understand it.  

He could see the Gallifreyan romantic gestures confusing (Y/N), but the few earth gestures he’d picked up barely stirred anymore of a reaction than the Gallifreyan ones. He didn’t know where he was going wrong—how it was all being perceived the way it was. The wrong way. He wasn’t getting the reactions he wanted and... well, it hurt.  

Both his pride, and his hearts.  

It had started small with flowers—or, a flower. They were on a foreign planet, but he knew giving small gifts like a flower was one of the human gestures. So, he’d searched around while his companion was busy exploring, and located the loveliest flower he could find. It was mixtures of blues and purples; native to the planet but incredibly rare considering they only bloomed twice a year, for no longer that three days at a time.  

The flower had a sweet smell; one similar to those of sweets from earth. For a while, before he’d remembered Earth didn’t have this specific species of flower, nor were they advanced enough in space travel to find one, he’d assumed they’d used the attractive scent of the flower as a marketing technique to sell their sweets.  

The sugary smell Earth sweets had would always come second to the scent of this specific flower.  

The exchange had been short, and less than pleasurable if the Doctor’s honest. He’d found (Y/N) sitting on the ground, just taking the calming atmosphere of the planet. His heart stuttered in his chest before he finally took those last few steps towards her, where he settled at her side and cleared his throat to gain her attention.  

He’d held the flower out, rambling out facts as (Y/N) took the flower into her hands. She gave it a sniff, and fiddled with the stem and petals for a second before smiling down at it. She stared down at it, before looking back at him with an appreciative smile. He’d thought he’d won her over, but instead, she settled the flower on the ground beside her.  

His hearts had cracked as his companion’s hand fell away from the flower, leaving it on the ground as she returned her attention to the world around her. He’d swallowed thickly before sitting himself beside her, not bothering to mention the fact his gesture had gone unnoticed.

It was the same ordeal when he’d ordered (Y/N) a space delicacy from one of his favorite planets, where his companion had taken the treat into her hands and tasted it without a second thought. Smiling down at the treat, before shooting him light smile as she licked her lips.

He didn’t know why he’d been expecting—hoping for—anything more than the usual ‘Thank you’ he always received when he did something out of the ordinary for his companion, but the mumbled words had filled his with a sense of sadness.  

It was silly.  

But he kept trying.

The gestures just kept coming. It was barely a forethought anymore. An unconscious effort to try and win over his companion—seeking this relationship (Y/N) quite obviously didn’t want. It was a sad downward spiral, but he really couldn’t imagine not trying to woo her. He’d been at it for so long, not trying sounded foreign.

He tried just about anything he could to get any sort of reaction. Any hint that his companion knew what he was trying to do. Any acknowledgment that she understood that he was trying. He’d prefer blatant rejection to this... whatever this evasive attitude (Y/N) was expressing.  

Dinner in the stars.

Unique gifts from distant planets.

Various treats and snacks from wherever they happened to be.

He even tried to learn more about human things on earth. How humans went about stuff like this, and how it all differed from his Gallifreyan roots. Human courting was quite the oddity.  

He didn’t talk to many humans who weren’t his companions, or people he’d saved in some way or another, but the man who ran one of the shops had taken some time to educate him, but the Doctor had come out of that conversation more confused than he’d gone in.  

But on the bright side, (Y/N) had enjoyed the bag of sweets he’d awkwardly bought to stand at the register and chat with the friendly shopkeeper.  

He was still at a loss. Nothing seemed to be working. Nothing wooed his companion. He didn’t understand—couldn't see how not one single thing he’d tried had gotten (Y/N)’s attention.

But he still had one more thing up his sleeve.  

“Where are we going?” (Y/N) asked cautiously from the seat in the console room. The Doctor was doing his usual laps around the TARDIS console to what should be six TimeLord’s jobs simultaneously. He’d gotten good at it over the years, but there was still, occasionally, some rough kickbacks when he couldn’t be everywhere at once.

“It’s a surprise,” the man shot his companion a grin, pulling a lever. At this point, (Y/N) should be used to the surprises. He never got the kinds of reactions he was looking for, but he was still hoping that... maybe sometime he would. That something he planned would be the special one that could win his companion over.

(Y/N) didn’t reply, but continued to watch the Doctor how around the TARDIS like a madman.  

They weren’t far from the next greatest surprise the man had planned. They’d been travelling a little under an hour, and (Y/N) had only joined him in the console room ten-ish minutes prior, but he’d still refused to tell her where they were heading.  

(Y/N) was still quiet when the Doctor stabilized his space and time machine, checking everything twice before finally tugging his companion up by the hand and leading her towards the doors.  

He threw the doors open, grinning widely as he gazed around. Just as promised.  

It was a phenomenon really. A collection of heart shaped carbon monoxide ice chunks. No one was quite sure how they’d been formed, or whether someone had carved the hearts and left them to float in this tiny orbital pull in the middle of nowhere.  

It was a sight few saw—the Doctor had only heard of this place from chatter on a nearby planet, but he had to admit it was just as beautiful as he’d imagined. The ice glistened as the light casted from the TARDIS hit it, making them twinkle just as brightly as the stars in the background.

It was about as romantic as you could get.  

“Woah,” (Y/N) gaped at his side, and the Doctor turned to look, smile slowly lighting up his face as he watched his companion’s eyes travel from heart to heart. “What... what is this?”

“It’s carbon monoxide ice,” the Doctor informed softly, the smile on his face widening as his hearts thrummed in his chest. His companion had an astonished look on her face, eyes wide with childlike curiosity. “Like that of Mars in your solar system. No one’s really sure how they take shape but... well, they’re quite the sight.”

“It’s beautiful,” (Y/N) breathed out, almost like her breath was taken away by the sight.  

The Doctor had been told by many, had seen for himself as beauty takes away people’s breath. He’d been there too, once or twice with his current companion.  

He barely even caught his words as they left his mouth—his heart speaking before his brain had a chance to filter his words, “Like you.”

That was his moment of error, the Doctor noticed.

He frowned to himself as his companion slowly pulled themself away, shying away from his side and retreating back into the TARDIS with one last lingering glance at the ice. The Doctor’s hearts froze within his chest, as he watched uncertainly—unsure just how he’d managed to mess this one up as well.  

“It’s late,” (Y/N) muttered softly before leaving the Doctor alone in the TARDIS doorway, the man’s gaze locked on one lone heart with a barely noticeable crack down the center. It wouldn’t be long before the orbit around them pulled the frail pieces apart, severing the heart into two.  

The TimeLord forced a breath, squeezing his eyes shut for just a moment as he resided completely with the cracked heart.

He didn’t understand.  

The clumps of frozen carbon monoxide made his hearts hurt the longer he stared, so he was quick to follow on his companion’s footsteps, spinning on his heels and shuffling back inside, making sure to shut the doors behind him.

He wanted to flee this place, this failed attempt, but he couldn’t bring himself around to flying the TARDIS at the moment. He didn’t have the energy too. Like expected, (Y/N) had disappeared into the TARDIS, so the Doctor plopped heavily down on the seat.  

Maybe it was time to accept the fact that his companion did not reciprocate his feelings. That he was barking up the wrong tree. He’d thought that they were... but maybe he was wrong.  

The Doctor stared up at the TARDIS ceiling, his space and time machine giving a little hum as if she could feel his worries and mood. His hand patted the back of his seat halfheartedly as a promise that he was okay.  

It had never been this hard with any other companion. There was just something so special about (Y/N). Something he wanted to get closer too, even though he knew he’d end up hurt in the end. Something he wasn’t sure he’d ever get now.  

Maybe it was time to settle this once and for all. His gestures were overlooked, or, maybe even ignored. As much as it hurt to admit, (Y/N) didn’t seem very enthused with anything he’d done. Maybe it was the human not understanding what he was trying to do—but humans tended to like words.

--

The Doctor from (Y/N) in her room, perched on the edge of her bed. (Y/N)’s attention raised when the Doctor announced his arrival with a sturdy knock on the slivered-open door. The knock pushed the door in enough for the Doctor to poke his head in.  

“Do you, uh, have a moment?” He asked cautiously, almost ready for the rejection he’d been living with for the better part of travelling with (Y/N). He’d grown used to it, but it still tugged at his heart strings. She’d never deny him conversation, but he could still see and feel her pulling away from him.  

“Of course,” (Y/N) sat up a little more, giving the Doctor her full attention. “What’s the matter?”

He hadn’t thought this far ahead, the Doctor realizes as he shifts from foot to foot in (Y/N)’s doorway, mind vacant of any thoughts. (Y/N) tilted her head at the Doctor’s odd silence, studying him from her spot, “Doctor...? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” the man cleared his throat. Then did so a second time before continuing, “I wanted to, uhm, know what you thought about the, uh,” he gestured broadly behind him, hoping his companion could piece his question together.

“The ice hearts?”

It was a good thing his companion was so clever.

“Yes, the hearts.” The Doctor nods, fingers tapping awkwardly against his side. “Did you... did you like them?”

“They were beautiful,” (Y/N) repeated once again, fidgeting with her own fingers, “it was a bit unexpected, but... yeah, I did. Thanks for showing me them.”

The man gave a nod, but didn’t voice anything. If he thought his voice would’ve come out naturally instead of the anxious waver he was sure would be there, he definitely would’ve replied with a soft ‘My pleasure,’ because it really was his pleasure to introduce (Y/N) to the beauty of the galaxy.  

There was an unsettling moment of silence where neither really knew what to say.  

It was the Doctor who broke it, staring at his shoes as he finally allowed the words he’d been stewing over out, “do you... not like me, (Y/N)?”

“What?” the surprise was prominent. The word rang out for a second before the Doctor lifted his gaze to settled on (Y/N)’s shocked, tense frame. Her muscles were stiff, body sitting up straighter and more alert than she had been when he’d first asked to talk. “I like you plenty,” (Y/N) assured quickly, “what gave you the idea I didn’t?”

There was a list, really. He could count things off on his fingers, but he wasn't here to be petty. The man bit his lip, leaning against the doorframe to support his weight. He honestly just wanted to know why (Y/N) was so evasive every time he so much as tried to woo her.  

“You... well, uh, you never seem to care,” he made sure to word it carefully, “I... I’m not sure if you even notice, or ignore it, or what. I just, I need you to be honest with me. Why haven’t you... reciprocated any feelings?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Doctor,” (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and one ankle crossed over the other as she leaned forwards in interest.

“Since I met you,” the Doctor swallowed, “I’ve been... I don’t know how to say it but, trying to court you, I suppose? That’s not really something humans do, but it is something TimeLords do. It’s just that... every attempt I’ve made... every try I’ve made to do something cute, or romantic, you brush it off. You’re evasive, and... I’d just like to know if that’s because you don’t reciprocate my feelings. If you don’t feel the same, we can just put this all behind us.”

“It’s not like that,” (Y/N)’s voice was quiet, a near whisper, “please don’t think it’s because I don’t like you. I do, Doctor. I just... I wasn’t sure.”

“Weren’t sure?” The man furrowed his eyebrows, “sure about what?”

“I didn’t want to risk our friendship. I noticed everything, the flower you gave me, the sweets. All the dinners, and the... the dates. Today with the ice hearts even. I didn’t know how to admit I liked you when there was a chance you didn’t like me back the same way. I don’t know what I’d do if I ruined this.”

“But the gestures and dates?” the Doctor frowned, finally stepping into (Y/N)’s room and sitting on the edge of her bed beside her. He’d thought he was being obvious.

“Very obvious,” his companion let out a little laugh, “and I should’ve known, but I was scared. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me. This adventure is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I didn’t want to compromise that by admitting my feelings.”

He could understand that, a bit. “So... you do like me too?”

“Of course,” (Y/N)’s smile was soft, “a lot, Doctor. I just... didn’t know how to reciprocate it without there being a possibility that everything could fall through, and we’d ruin our relationship in the process. I know you were offering it, but I was nervous. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” the Doctor chastised quietly. He paused for a second before speaking again, “I’m having a hard time believing this is real,” he admitted with a tilt of his head, “you really acknowledged it all? I... never noticed.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled softly, “and I have proof it wasn’t all in vain, Doctor.” (Y/N) stood up from her spot on the bed, and moved towards her book shelf. It housed a few books, and some trinkets she’d found on their travels and liked. She continued speaking as she searched through the books, “I really enjoyed everything you put together for me since I met you. I wasn’t sure you were really doing it all to be romantic at first but... the hearts today really summed that up for me.”

The man watched as she tugged on one of the book’s spines, pulling it from the shelve and holding it in her hands for a second before she waving to retake her seat. She started flipping through the pages, so the Doctor leaned over her shoulder to watch.  

“Here,” she stopped on a page towards the middle of the book. The Doctor refrained from gaping as his companion carefully pulled that singular flower he’d given her all that time ago from the book. The room was instantly filled with that sweet, alluring scent and his hand shook as he took the pressed flower into his fingers by the delicate stem.

“I thought you left this,” he admitted softly, studying the vibrant colours that had stayed even after being pressed into the book. He hadn’t noticed her bringing the flower back. Had really thought she’d left it on that planet and ignored the gesture entirely.  

“I couldn’t,” his companion sighed, “it was selfish, even if I didn’t want to ruin what we had, I wanted to keep it to remember the moment. To remember you, even if we did at some point part ways.”

“You’re brilliant,” the Doctor breathed out, finally passing the flower back like it was as precious as a crown jewel or something. “So incredibly brilliant, (Y/N).”

(Y/N)’s cheeks flushed and she ducked her head away from his gaze, but it was different than the usual brushing away of his gestures. Something was different now.  

They hadn’t cleared it all up, that was for sure. He still had questions, and she still had doubts. They didn’t quite understand each other yet, but it hadn’t all been in vain like he’d thought. She’d seen it all. Acknowledged it, even if not to him. His hearts swelled as he smiled lightly.

There was still a lot they needed to discuss, but for right now, the Doctor just wanted to spend a bit of time with his companion—without all the hassle of their rightful doubts and insecurities.

“Do you think we could... spend a little while longer looking out at the frozen carbon monoxide outside before we leave? It really is quite pretty, and... maybe we can talk about this more later?”

“I’d... love that, Doctor.”

“Good. Uh, great,” he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. His companion giggled at him, but he didn’t mind in the slightest, “allons-y, (Y/N).”

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Once again, sorry this took so long! I’m hoping to keep this momentum going and keep getting out the requests in waiting! I hope you all liked this fic, it was a bunch of fun to write! I thoroughly enjoyed creating the frozen carbon monoxide hearts, so I hope you all liked that as well!

As always, feel free to prompt me again if this wasn’t what you were looking for (though it might take a while to get around to it if you do!) and thanks once more for requesting. Hoping everyone had a good morning/day/night!

[princessamericachavez]

YES HELLO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT FJORESTER HEART TO HEART?

THE WAY IT PARALLELED THE JELLYFISH TALK??

Fjord following Jester into trouble and momentarily doubting but eventually being like “I don’t care” because he would follow her anywhere even against his best sense

Both of them sitting there, looking out at the night ocean... like they did on a ship so long ago when Jester first opened up about her sadness.

And now she’s volunteering some of it again: 

“Look, you have to see the moon from up here [...] This is where I used to come when, you know, I lived here and I didn’t really any friends. And I would dream about leaving the city and look out in the ocean and think about all the places I could go.”

Sigh

*breathes in*

SCREAMS

guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuys

omg remember 

“And then I don't know what. I want to explore the world. I want to see the lands we haven't seen. I want to find the things that people are scared of and solve them or do whatever anyone else needs to do. But-- I hope she's a part of that.”

I AM STILL SCREAMING I SWEAR

Anyway, we are just getting started but look at Fjord’s faces through this bit 

Because that’s when he realizes that maybe... just maybe... Jester might want the same thing he does... maybe

And then, what does he do? 

He diverts attention to something funny: her drawing dicks on the tower. Why? Because Jester is talking about something sad and Fjord wants nothing more than to cheer her up. 

And then, wishfully, Jester brings up one thing that I’ve been thinking about ever since we found out these two coast kids had been in Nicodranas for years without knowing each other. 

“I wonder if I was ever sitting up here and saw your ship go by even knowing”

“I bet”

Invisible String_Taylor Swift.mp3 

okay but also

PLEASE GUYS 

if any of you have any art skills and wants to give me that poetic image of younger Fjord and Jester, each looking up wishfully... she’s lonely and young and on top of that tall tower looking at the life she craves to live and Fjord is looking at the city full of homes like he’s never had and they are unaware that they are looking at each other’s future??

GUYS PLEASE C’MON 

ok ok ok moving on so Fjord.... 

he brings up Vandran... awkwardly... nervous... stuttering about the whoel thing... 

and his voice suggests that his optimism in Eisselcross was a front put to keep the others calm. 

And then he says the magic words: 

“Would you come with me?”

“Of course!”

Like he has to ask, please. Like she hasn’t followed him everywhere since the very first day they met. Like she wouldn��t follow him to the ends of the earth just like he has followed him through plunging falls and vertiginous heights above volcanos. 

Still Fjord, deep down still that insecure kid who faked a whole personality for months, tries to give her an out. 

“I don’t know if being on the sea is of any interest to you or if you want to stay in Nicodranas because you can now and I would totally understand.”

BOI HE JUST TOLD YOU THIS IS HER LIFE LONG DREAM

LITERALLY

STOP FREAKING OUT

“There’s... That is my favorite place to be. I love it out there.”

THE WAY SHE LOOKS OUT WITH JUST AS MUCH LONGING

“And I feel like there’s so much that we could see and share... Besides fucking Darktow is out there and we spent less that one day on it... That can’t stand”

LOOK AT THEM

THEY ARE SUCH A MESS AND SO CHAOTIC AND THEY ARE BOTH SO CURIOUS AND EXCITED FOR NEW ADVENTURES 

Also, does his tone talking about that remind anyone else to the way he talked about the possibility of finding treasure to make Marion even fancier before she meets Jester’s father again???

Because I really feel like that’s the same mood. 

The same longing for more while trying to make her laugh. 

“I would love to go out there with you. I would love to meet Vandran.”

“We could make this our port.”

“We could make this our port”

“WE COULD MAKE THIS OUR PORT”

“WE COULD MAKE THIS OUR PORT”

(sidenote this line alone could’ve sent me spiraling before they were canon... and still kinda does)

excuse me while i scream for the next ten minutes

And then Fjord drops the hint that he wants to still deal with some stuff in Port Damali

ONE SHOT WHEN TRAVIS

GIMME THAT ONE SHOT

YOU WANT IT

I WANT IT

WE ALL WANT IT 

UKOTOA WANTS IT

I WANNA MEET SABIAN AND GO TO DARKTOW AND GO TO PORT DAMALI 

PLEASE

“But... this city really is beautiful”

YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SAY IT LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT

AND YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO SAY IT LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT JUST LIKE YOU DID WHEN YOU SAID THE JELLYFISH WERE BEAUTIFUL TRAVIS 

AND YET HE DID

“There’s always a home for us here”

hey hey hey hey remember that Tarot reading and Fjord’s future card being “home/the traveler”??????

BECAUSE i do

IF I MADE A DRINKING GAME WITH SHOTS EVERY TIME THIS CONVERSATION had a throw back for the campaign I WOULD END UP LIKE VETH

 “Or... maybe we could... you know... get our- our own place”

THE LOOK OF A WOMAN WHO JUST REALIZED THIS MAN WANTS TO MARRY HER (in paper graph again)

im sorry but the rest of the cast’s faces are too good to let out 

And then Jester gets SO EXCITED THAT SHE CAN’T EVEN SPEAK

because this boy

this man 

this man she loves

he wants to spend his life with her

this isn’t just a “come have adventures and fun with me” proposition 

this is a “spend your life with me proposition”

and while she can’t talk of course Fjord panics

much like she did after the “i love you”

because these idiots are really made for eachother and still stumbling through their own confusing feelings for each other even after so long as friends and they are so afraid of screwing it up 

But when finally she speaks, when Jester says “yes”... her tone isn’t just a “yes”... THAT YES SOUNDS LIKE AN “I DO”

And they are both so nervous and happy okay?

And then

OKAY LISTEN STRAIGHT OUR OF A ROMCOM 

He looks at her

and she meets his gaze

and they both look down blushing

and then she looks at him first

and he meets her gaze

and they don’t look down this time, this time is steady... because they both know they love each other

“I’m really glad that everything happened the way it did”

“Yeah, me too.”

Good and bad. Tumbles and crushes and heartbreaks and deaths and tears and fights and laughter and adventures and doubts and confusion and longing and pining and protecting each other and fighting together and falling and rising and catching each other and healing each other and looking out for each other  because it all lead to this... to this moment where they are together and so sure that they are loved and cherished and that this is where they want to be and there’s so much more in their future to look forward to

And Jester snuggles up to him and Travis does the tiniest move to show how he leans against her that just DESTROYS me 

and of course Fjord needs to make a joke then, to lighten the mood, because these two disasters are friends first and foremost and is in their chaos that they understand each other

and they have so many adventures ahead

i love them so much you guys

im going to miss them so bad

i love them

oh god

[bangtanfancamp]

∴ summary: After spending a gloomy afternoon  trying to get out of your own head alone , you finally seek out your boyfriend for help

∴ masterlist

∴ one shot

∴ pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

∴ word count: 2k

∴ rating: pg-13

∴ genre: soft angst, comfort, established relationship

∴ warnings: oc is struggling with something akin to depression, it’s alluded to but not explicitly stated

∴ author’s note: this is incredibly self indulgent and was written in one go. I’ll edit later. I’d rather have it here to share sooner in case anyone needs it as much as me.

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“Joonie, what are you doing? Are you busy?” Your voice comes out small as you peak around the corner into his office, sweater pawed knuckles sneaking around the edge of the door frame.

He doesn’t look up at first. Perhaps you really were too quiet. Or maybe he’s just that immersed in his book. It’s not a cover you’ve seen before so it very well may be the latter. You know how he is when he has a new thing to get lost in. Ever your astronaut adrift, exploring the moons just beyond whatever new world he’s found.

He looks so at home now. Cozy in his den of words and letters. Perfectly domestic amidst lofty thoughts and paragraphs. His skin is mostly bare today, his coordinated tank top and shorts exposing a golden expanse of toned arms, long legs . They’re folded up and crossed, a little boy lost in wonder as he sits on his futon.

His hair is a warm chestnut this week, fringe too long around the lashes but too short to pull back. The way it refuses to cooperate when he brushes it out of his eyes, trickling silkily, stubbornly back into place, exactly where it wants to be, makes you want to chuckle.

He still hasn’t noticed you’re there. Too far gone in whatever his newest philosophy is to notice the way you study the dip of his furrowed brow, how it juxtaposes against the relief of his shadowed dimples, smiling even as he frowns. He finds so much pleasure in being studious— just for fun. No matter how much concentration it takes. You’ve always admired that about him. Admired everything about him really.

Clearing your throat, though you hate to interrupt him, you try again. 

“Joonie?”

 Somehow it’s even quieter than before, and as he turns another reverent page, you know you’ll have to physically intervene to interrupt him. You sigh. You hate to break the spell. He loves days like this—with the rain trickling down the window’s glass casting shadows on his focused face— he’s so happy to read when it rains.

He leans forward then without looking up to take a sip of his Earl grey, bumbling when the steam unexpectedly fogs his glasses. He laughs at himself, folding his book so it splays across the seat to mark his place and removing his glasses. It’s the first time he’s looked up. He spots you then, his face splitting into the smoothest “there’s my girl” smile you’ve ever seen.

“Hey… how long have you been standing there?” His voices comes low, warm, soothes something in you that desperately needs rest.

“Long enough to see you blind yourself with tea, it seems.” You try to smile back, but it’s a weak, floppy thing. Your cheeks can’t seem to commit so it falls a bit too flat. His brows pinch when he sees it. Something’s amiss.

“Hey… are you okay?” His inscrutable eyes analyze you, and you let him. Too tired to resist or put up a fight.

“It’s not my day, joonie.” Your voice is pitiful, even to your own ears. You’d normally wince at sounding like this in front of anyone else. But honestly, it’s okay. It’s Namjoon you’re with. You don’t have to play games or hide things. Not here. Not with him.

“Yeah?” His eyes catch yours as his palms rub the tops of his thighs. It’s an invitation. You know the gesture by now.

“Yeah… again. There have been so many of these lately,” you say, crossing the room to him, his arms unfolding to welcome you into them. “They come too often and stay too long. They’re terrible house guests. I’m tired of them, joon. I can’t seem to get rid of them.”

You’re scooped against him now, head on the space between his neck and his chest, fingers twisted into his tank top, bum in his lap, knees tucked up til you’re as small as you can get. There’s a broad palm of his on your back, fingertips on his other hand traveling the length of your arm in tender caresses as his cheek rests atop your head.

“Maybe we should start charging them rent. I bet even they can’t afford to pay that in this economy.” He offers the idea solemnly, fully committed to carrying out the metaphor that your mental health really is just an unfortunate airbnb plagued with hideously mannered squatters.

“You know, I love that about you, Joon.”

“My inability to pay rent?”

You nuzzle a sappy no into the heat of his neck,” dummy, your very real ability to never minimize things that are hard to me.”

The dip of his chest as he exhales is oddly soothing. It makes you feel like you’re being rocked and god if you don’t need to be cradled right now. “Things  have been really hard lately, haven’t they?” He wonders aloud.

“It isn’t just my perception?” You look up, eyes entirely too pitiful, too round to belong to a functioning adult. No, Namjoon’s heart goes soft as he realizes he’s looking at the eyes of a very scared four year old you. The haunted gaze of an innocent girl who never got told everything would be alright. Even without knowing any more than that, it makes him want to cry.

“No, my sweet girl, it’s not.” Closing his eyes, he presses somber lips to your forehead, scooping you close to shield you— from the world, from yourself, from all the insidious things that took root in you so long ago you’re not even sure how they got in. His wide hands grip you tighter, a feeble attempt to help hold you altogether.

It’s silent then. A few beats of quiet, only disrupted by the clumsy clatter of irreverent raindrops on glass. His caress stays steady against your soft sleeves, his languid fingers perpetually in motion as he attempts to soothe the wounds that sit just beneath your skin.

You look up at him again, unsure what you’ll find. 

You almost cry when you see the gentleness in his eyes. No judgment anywhere within them. Just something kind that stretches into the lines his eyes carve as he smiles. How you itch to gently peel his horn rimmed glasses off the tip of his button nose and kiss it. Bless him.

God, you don’t know why he’s so nice to you, but you’re so glad that he is. The smile you give back to him is wobbly, trembly, poorly constructed— but so so sincere that it makes your sad eyes shine. He bumps your nose with his, burying himself against your forehead as you cocoon into him.

You want to ask him what he’s reading, listen intently to him as he tells you all about it, but you know you can’t. You can’t decipher anything today. It all feels too heavy. You can’t carry the weight of anything new with hands already full. At this point, you’ve lived in this soft hoodie of his , the one you stole after his tour two years back because it smelled like him, for the past 3 days. You don’t even have the energy to change. With that kind of retention rate, seems there’s no point in asking your brilliant professor to explain anything.

Still, it’s always so nice to hear his voice. Especially with your ear to his chest like this. 

So you ask anyway.

“Will you read to me, Joonie? Life always feels better when you’re reading.” You press your face deep into the copper of his neck, an open mouthed kiss placed against his pulse.

“It’s all kind of theoretical,” he chuckles. He’s bashful. If holding you weren’t occupying his hands, you know they’d be nervously fiddling with the back of his neck. A nerdy boy with a too big brain hesitant to share his discoveries.

“Is it good though? You’ve already read Jung to me, and I stayed awake through that. I think I deserve more credit.” You poke his throat with your nose. You’re not genuinely affronted, it’s just nice to remind him you're competent too. Sometimes.

His sweet chuckle then is earthy and rich, all dark molasses. “True. You actually gave pretty good feedback for that too. Fine. Didn’t mean to underestimate you. Just… bear with me if it feels odd? I haven't read it before. I can’t vouch for it all yet.”

“Fine by me. I’m just here for the cuddles and my Kim Namjoon audiobook.”

He can feel your smile against his skin. It makes him press you just that extra little bit tighter against him, exhaling soft through his nose when he feels you return the gesture.

Scooping up his paperback, he adjusts his glasses where they’ve slipped down his nose, clearing his throat to project like the narrator he claims he’s not but loves to be. He’s quiet for a few more beats. You can hear pages rustling as you sink against his skin. You imagine he must be trying to find where he was when you interrupted, or perhaps searching for a passage that seems apropos. Which he chooses, you don’t know, but you can feel when he settles, just before his caramel voice sweetens the thin air of the room.

“It's the same with the wound in our hearts,” he begins. “ We need to give them our attention so that they can heal. Otherwise the wounds continue to cause us pain. Sometimes for a very long time. We're all going to get hurt. But here's the trick - they also serve an amazing purpose. 

When our hearts are wounded that's when they open. We grow through pain. We grow through difficult situations. That's why you have to embrace each and every difficult thing in your life.”

You aren’t sure when your eyes opened, not sure when they began to glaze over or when you started to cry. But you did. And you are. The salty things dripping down against Namjoon’s silken skin. Your sweatered knuckles try to knock them away, but to no avail. Your cheeks are still a wet mess and now his collarbone is too.

“Joon, what is this? What are you reading?”

“Oh… um, it’s— terribly long title but— Into the Magic Shop: A Neurosurgeon's Quest to Discover the Mysteries of the Brain and the Secrets of the Heart. Isn't that a mouthful?” his laugh is self deprecating, small, but still the most beautiful sound.

God, you hate how sensitive and soft you are right now. You don’t want to be sitting here at 4pm in your boyfriend’s lap crying over a paragraph in a book you've never even heard of before, but here you are.

“ is that… what the whole book is about ?”

“You know, I don’t know. I haven’t read it all yet. Jackson recommended it, I’m just now getting to it. Why - do you not like it? I can put this down. Read you something else if this is too heavy. You always like the poetry. I can grab that one anthology you like.”

You can feel as he starts to shuffle beneath you, eager to track down new reading material for you, afraid he’s scared you off, when the fluttering weight of your palm tethers him to his spot.

“No, stay. Keep reading. I want to hear the rest.”

You can practically hear him smile. Relieved. Can feel his dimples manifest without even trying. He kisses your hair, tilts your chin up to kiss you too. The complexity of bergamot and black tea making his supple lips even more bewitching than normal. The window in the corner is cracked open, the humidity it leaks in making your skin sticky as you lean against him.

He’s lovely like this. The rain soaked air mixing with his natural scent, a broad hand on your chin, warm thumb beneath your lip as you mold pliant into his kiss. He ends it with a peck to your lips, a tap of his nose to your nose, before hoisting you so close against him you just may fuse together.

And he reads. He reads until he’s exhausted. Til the rain has stopped, and you’ve drifted to rest pressed against the skin of his chest.

He folds the book shut once your breathing has stilled, his thumb marking the page as he tips you both to lay down sideways. As he extends his pinprick tingling legs for the first time in ages, you hoist yourself around him in your sleep like a koala, and he chuckles. That’s usually his move.

He kisses your hair then, traipsing fingers tenderly through the escaped bits of it that brush across your cheeks. He wonders if you know how madly in love with you he is. How often he’s wondered what he’d do without you. Today, like most days lately, your light was dim, but still kelvins brighter than anyone else’s.

He sends a silent thank you to whatever deity arranged things in such a way that he can hold you to his chest like this as the daylight saving’s darkness floods his studio office. You seemed so sad today, but he knows it won’t last forever. It’ll pass. It always does. He’ll just hold you until it does. And then some.

[peach-the-owl]

I loved seeing the Gentlemen saves Jester's kid in the Rescued piece you wrote, could we have some more of the Gentlemen and Jester's kid? Maybe them calling him Grandpa?

Sorry this took so long, it started as one thing and then turned into something I didn't originally plan for… Hope you still like it 😁

The Little Things You See

Child of the Nein (Jester & Child!Reader)

(More of The Gentleman & Child!Reader but you get the idea)

As much as you’d like to help the Nein in their missions there were a few exceptions here and there were you would have to stay behind, one such reason being the group getting tasked by the Gentleman to look into a… as Jester put it, bad version of her mother’s job.

"This is for grownups only okay, no sneaking along." Jester re-informs, you give her a nod. "I mean it, this isn’t just a fight the bad guys and win, we have to be a little more sneaky and I don’t want you to get caught in something really inappropriate."

"Okay mama, I promise not to follow." You say holding one hand up and placing the other on your chest to show her you didn’t have your fingers crossed… this time.

"Good good," she hums happily, "and don’t worry you'll be looked after here, right dad!" She calls over to the Gentleman, who rubs at his temples and lets out a groan. He quickly straightens himself out more and goes on to give one more quick briefing to the Nein before they depart, leaving you there with him.

"So now what?" You tilt your head up at him curiously.

"Now I have some business to attend to, while you stay here and don’t cause any trouble." He simply says, making you pout as he turns and walks away from you. You hobble over to a chair and sit yourself down at a table and make a few doodles in your journal as you wait for time to pass, it’s not long however before you start to get bored and fidgety, feeling the need to get up and do something. You slide off the chair and have a look around, something catches your eye and a mischievous look crosses your features…

"What did I not just tell you!?" He looks at you with strong annoyance. The bar fight behind you finally calming down.

"It’s not my fault this place can get boring, I was just trying to add a little more fun." You give a smile, a hint of deviousness still behind it.

"This is not your playground, this is a serious business." He groans, rubbing at his temples.

"Yeah and I’m bored, I wanna do something with my grandpa!" You hop in place, hoping he'd take a hint. His eye twitches a bit as he turns away from you, placing a hand to his forehead and taking a audible breath.

"I don’t know what's been placed in your mind but I've already discussed this. I am not Jester's father, and I’m certainly not your grandfather so just… stop!" It goes quiet between the two of you for a very long time, you shuffle off to the side and pull out a toy from your pack to mindlessly play with it, there was a strong question on your mind but decided it best to give the Gentleman some peace for a while to cool off first.

"Why do you act like you don’t want to be my mama's dad?" You ask suddenly, catching the Gentleman off guard from your softer tone.

"Wha… I… this is a very complicated subject I don’t think you’d quite understand." He says slowly, you let out a sigh.

"I pay more attention to some things then people think I really do, I’ve seen how you'd get this look of… I don’t know what to call it… sadness I guess, when mama would talk about wanting you to be with grandma again." You say, fiddling with the toy in your hands.

"See you don’t understand, I’m a wanted man and stepping into the public eye would cause trouble. So you see now, even if I did want to I couldn’t. Not that I care much anyways." He try’s explaining, while also trying to brush your to the side.

"Why are adults so dumb and hide their feelings so much." You’re now the one sighing in annoyance at him. "It’s like you’re scared of being your real self." You finish.

"I beg your pardon." The Gentleman looks at you, quite offended by your words. "Did you not hear what I just said? I am a powerful crime boss, with powerful connections and blood on my hands, wanted for so many different things."

"And you’re scared to be yourself." You say both nonchalantly and matter-of-factly, all while still playing around with the toy in your hands.

"I cannot believe I’m having this kind of conversation with a child. Why do you think I should care about what you say." He says, sounding irritated.

"Well, why did you bother to help me from my caretaker?" Finally, finally you make eye contact with him. "They weren’t completely wrong when they’d said I didn’t have anyone else, before I met Jester they were the only one I had. If you don’t care, why would you help me and not do your business stuff like you normally do?" A long silence falls between the two of you.

"You are something else." He starts, quietly. "I never would’ve guessed a normally spritely child could pick up on so much."

"I love having fun and exploring! But I can also notice things you adults don’t seem to, which is weird because it seems obvious to me." You mutter the last part more to yourself. He looks like he’s about to say something but you cut him off and quickly change the subject when you hear your stomach growl at you. "I’m hungry. Got any snacks?" He stares at you a second before placing a hand to his head, a more amused look on his face this time at your quick change in behaviour.

"Something else indeed." He mutters, before straightening his posture. "Very well, but you’ll have to assist me in something."

"Like what!?" Your eyes light up in excitement and curiosity.

"You said it yourself, you notice things we adults apparently cannot. I have caught wind of a mole amongst our ranks, with your observational skills and innocent charm perhaps you’ll be able to help identify them." He sounded much more relaxed, like some invisible weight just lifted away, if only just a little bit.

"Really? Cool! I know how to use Zone of Truth if you need it… wait no, Caleb's told me I can’t unless it’s like a really important thing."

"This is important, for me." He pauses a moment. "I won’t tell if you don’t." He adds, placing a finger to his lips, there's a minor hint of playfulness in his voice making you beam and nod. With that you not only got some tasty snacks but also got to spend some more time with the Gentleman, it was a win win. He certainly still held his formal face in front of everyone else because business is still business and there was the mole situation that you were helping sort out but he was able to drop some of that facade for you, though not by a lot. It was funny to you how stubborn grownup were, seeing how they’d always call you the stubborn one.

It may have taken up a day and a half but surprisingly your hunt for the mole was a lot easier then you thought, you sat in a separate room from the bar, set up a Zone of Truth spell and put on an sweet, innocent act so that those affected by the spell would quickly fall into a false sense of security around you and hopefully forget about the spell in general. You’d then ask specific questions the Gentleman had given you, paying as much attention to the person's actions and tone when they'd answer, even if they could only speak the truth that didn’t mean they could work around their words. Once you found someone suspicious they’d be brought elsewhere for further questioning, or at least that’s what you were told, as it turns out there were a few moles working together to try and bring down the Gentleman’s operations (red was looking pretty sus…… I’ll stop). You were just glad you could help, like your own little mission. Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was closer to 4 days the Nein return having completed their mission, without hesitation you run over and get swept up into a hug by Jester.

"Your back! How was it? Did you stop all the bad guys?" You bombard her with questions, she laughs and does her best to answer them as best as possible, leaving out anything you were too young to know about yet.

"What about you? How was your time here?" Jester asks you which you happily recount what you all did to her, pointing to a corner of the wall where you’d made some drawings for the Traveler making her smile. She secures her grip on you and the group starts to make their way out, but not before she looks over at the Gentleman. "Thanks for looking after them dad." She calls, he looks away and sighs.

"Yeah, It was a lot of fun. Thanks grandpa!" You also call.

"Please don’t call me that." He says, rubbing a hand down his face. You catch the slightest twitch of a smile on his face before it goes back to being neutral, you giggle at this, grownups really were weird.

[danurso-impact]

Windblume closure

*At Jean's office*

Jean: *sighs* and another windblume festival reaches its end.

Kaeya: and this year it was a lot calmer than usual, i only had to deal with a few troublemakers this week.

Aether: *deadpan* i wonder why that is.

Lisa: *chuckles*

Venti: It was very fun like always, especially with our new guest and his help.

Aether: *sheepishly rubbing his head* that was nothing.

Kaeya: might not look like you did much, but your help took a lot of weight off our shoulders.

Jean: Agreed. You've been of great help during, and also before the festival. You deserved your place as the windblume star.

Aether: thank you guys.

Lisa: Can I just ask you something cutie?

Aether: what is it?

Lisa: why did you choose lamp grass for the windblume?

Kaeya: you were wondering about that too?

Aether: what? is it that weird for someone to choose lamp grass?

Kaeya: A little bit. It was the first time I saw lamp grass being chosen as windblume.

Lisa: Most windblume stars usually go with whirlwind aster or cecilias.

Kaeya: Diluc was the star once when he was still a knight, but he went with dandelions because of a certain someone he liked.

Jean: *clears throat* ahem. What they mean is, the choice of lamp grass is very rare for a windblume, but you don't have to explain if you don't want to.

Venti: but if you want to, we're all ears.

Aether: well. . .i don't really mind explaining. It's just that during the festival, i got really confused in what was the windblume and all the drama around it, but thanks to the people i met during the event and a certain. . ."expert", on the topic. . .

Venti: hehe~

Aether: i think i finally understood what it was. It wasn't really a flower but more like a symbol, it should represent mondstadt as the city of love and freedom, when i realized that someone came to my mind.

Lisa: ooh?

Aether: *with a sheepish smile and pink cheeks* She's practically the definition of the word freedom, always flying around and exploring every corner she can find, always energetic and optimistic no matter the task at hand, andd always eager to go to new and interesting places to see more of the world she loves on. . .that same girl was the one who reminded me what love felt like. *looks down* For the longest time I felt alone, even when walking around crowds and between people cheering and laughing, the feeling of solitude was crushing, it hurt me a lot, and during many times I felt like just running away from everything to cry on my own. . .

Jean: . . .

Kaeya: . . .

Lisa: . . .

Venti: . . .

Aether: *smiling* But ever since she showed up a lot changed, i still feel sad at times but it never lasts for long, she's always there to pick me up with a bright smile or offer me a shoulder when the pain is too much, she not only understand my pain but is constantly working to ease its weight from me. . .she turned all that cold around me into warmth and not a day goes by that i don't thank the gods above for blessing me with someone so wonderful like that on my life. If freedom and love really exist then she's the embodiment of both, at least in my eyes, and lamp grass is her favorite flower so the pick was obvious to me.

Jean/Lisa/Kaeya/Venti: *smiling and staring at him*

Aether: *red* i. . .i think I spoke too much, didn't i?

Jean: maybe, but those were wonderful things you just said.

Kaeya: whoever this girl is, she's a lucky one.

Lisa: young love is such an adorable thing.

Venti: And it seems like you captured the essence of the festival, great job traveler. *gets up*

Aether: Thanks. Where are you going?

Venti: i still have some poems to review, and those bottles of wine aren't exactly cheap.

Aether: okay, see you later then?

Venti: Of course, see'ya. *leaves, closing the door behind him and letting out a sigh* I never get tired of seeing this festival working its wonders. . .Love really is a beautiful thing, don't you think? *looks to the side*

Amber: *next to the door, with a river of tears running down her cheeks and smiling from ear to ear* Y-yeah. . .*sniff* it really is.