#mira and her hammer

[basilpaste]

Hgi if ur just wanting like reqs for connie ficlets. Id love to see him like interacting w more of the party. I wanna know more abt his dynamics w them

You've found that you have a much easier time writing expressions than you do reading them. This is, of course, because memory likes to dramatize them. A smile is much more solid in your mind's eye than it might be on a face.

That's... usually the case, at least. Perhaps it's a Vaugardian thing. Maybe just happenstance! But. Well. You're Vaugardian companions certainly all wear their hearts on their sleeves.

Mirabelle is fretting over something. This much is obvious. She's rocking back and forth on her heels, biting her thumb nail, clearly lost in thought. Her expression is furrowed and her large eyes clouded with worry.

Really, it's very easy to tell with her.

"Mirabelle, dear!" You stalk over to her, placing a hand softly on her shoulder.

She jolts out of her trance, hand flying to her rapier, "WAA!? Conifleur??? Sir?"

You smile, "The one and only!"

"You scared me!"

"I noticed." You hum, slipping your hand off of her and moving to face her properly, "You certainly seemed lost in thought."

"Oh, um... It was nothing, really!!"

"Ahh... I don't quite buy that, Love." You tell her simply, "I could hear the gears in your head turning all the way from camp. What's on your mind, Miss. Mirabelle?"

She holds her hands to her chest, almost as if in prayer. You do it differently in Poteria but you've lived here long enough to recognize the gesture, now. Mirabelle won't quite look at you. That's more than alright! You have time before you have to return to camp.

"We're getting close to the fourth orb. And the curse is spreading faster than ever. If we're not careful... one of us could...." She trails off.

"We won't." You tell her, with much more confidence than you really have, "All of us are determined to see this through, Dear."

"But!-"

"Ah!" You put a finger to her lip. "No buts! What kind of story would it be if the heroes lost?"

"This isn't a story!" She argues.

"I know," you concede, "but it is our story, is it not? May as well stay optimistic."

[sharkylass]

ALRIGHT IN STARS AND TIME FANDOM, I'M BOUT TO HIT YOU WITH MY TAKE ON THE BELOVED SISTER!!

Those who don't want to get spoiled about little details about Bonnie's sister (or the game at all for that matter- There's spoilers for Act 3 and 4 in here so YOU'VE BEEN WARNED)

SAY HELLO TO PETRONILLE!! Or how I am going to call her, Nil. I've seen a few people do their take on her, and I wanted to join in!

@insertdisc5 I am sorry in advance if you have a vision for her, especially if it is WILDLY different to mine-

KEEP IN MIND, I AM GOING TO BE RANTING A LOT, IVE HAD THIS IN THE MAKING FOR A WHILE, THERE'S MORE ART, SO SKIP AHEAD IF YOU'D LIKE

First thing's first! I tried to figure out what she would look like in the original style. I didn't want to overly detail her with my normal style, and I wanted her to somewhat fit in with the rest. Bonnie was clearly the strongest inspiration , she has their eyes, the black hair, white thing around their head to bring attention to her face- That's also why she has lip piercings! To bring more attention to her face (and due to Bonnie's earring type, I assumed piercings can exist in the world)

Her ear has 3 earrings, that was not intentional, I just thought it was cool. I like to think they perceive those as "regular" earrings, and even if a person wears bonding earrings, they can also wear more normal earrings.

I just had the image of her not really having a short range weapon, so maybe it's time for someone with a semi-long range weapon to join the team! In my head Nil seemed to be the type to like getting dirty with her hands, so a rope seemed fitting somehow.

Also- She is paper type! I liked the idea of her looking like such a rock type, but being paper. I considered making her dual type, but since those are rare, I didn't want to get ahead of myself. Admittedly, that does make the party a little overloaded with paper types, so if she was to be in a game with balancing, I'd probably change her to rock or something. BUT AS A CHARACTER THING- she remains paper.

(EDIT: I was just reminded of the huge hammer she broke a wall with, so that is ABSOLUTELY a valid replacement weapon for her. If she was rock type that would be her weapon for sure. Altho it IS funny to imagine she broke the wall and swore off heavy weapons for life. I like to think thats what happened with my take on Nil)

Mechanically I think she wouldn't be too dissimular to Isabeau, but instead of boosting the party, she debuffs the enemy. Particularly slowing them down, and lowing defense. Alternatively, I can see her being a second healer of sorts, but while Mira is good at healing everyone, Nil is good at healing a single person and giving them a boost (just things she learned to take care of Bon). I do see her attack not being that high tho, probably lower then Mira.

ALRIGHT, TIME FOR MORE ART

Her dynamics with everyone:

Bonnie:

I like to think Bonnie got their spunky attitude from somewhere. So I like to think Nil is very playful with them, even if she is looking out for them. Bonnie clearly knows the difference between lighthearted serious, and SERIOUS serious. They also seem to revel in compliments, so I like to imagine they are used to receiving them from their sister!

Nil is the most serious around Bonnie tho. As their sole caretaker, she's trying her best to keep them out of trouble while teaching them and letting them grow at a normal pace.

However, when she's with the adults- I described it like- Around Bonnie she can be serious and a voice of reason. When she's with adults tho she herself becomes the Bonnie, so to speak. She's loud and a bit hot-headed.

Mirabelle:

I swear I saw Insertdisc mention that Mira and Nil would have a bit of a rivalry going on AND I'M SO HERE FOR IT-

The two of them are those siblings that fight constantly, but the moment someone else gives either of them shit, the other will go for the jugular. They mainly try to compete for Bon's affection and who's the better sister, and they get a bit... blindsighted. Nil usually doesn't go out of her way to spoil Bonnie I don't think, I think she tries to be reasonable with them where she can. However with Mira in the picture it becomes- a little hard... Nil doesn't like the thought that she's being replaced

However, if either of them needs it, the other will be there. Nil provides Mira with a strong shoulder to lean on, and Mira provides an emotional yet reasonable approach to the situation bothering Nil.

Odile:

I like to think at first Nil didn't really get along with Odile. Supposedly Nil has a bad relationship with her parents, so I imagine her seeing someone who's a parent aged adult who holds seemingly more authority- It would... Unnerve her for a little while.

Odile will probably give her something to do, and Nil would refuse, because who is Odile to be ordering her around?? You know. Like a child. But with time they get used to the dynamic, Nil grows to respect Odile at the very least, and Odile picks up on the fact Nil seems to respond positively to positive reinforcement from her.

Having someone close, to break that pre build idea in Nil's head with positivity, despite Odile being strict and struggling to show affection- It would do her a lot of good, and Nil will eventually thank her, and apologize for being so rough to her in the beginning.

Isabeau:

Isa and Nil are actually very similar- I did not mean for it, but I hope they don't end up being TOO similar.

They are both loud, love to laugh and take care of those they love. Even their hobbies are a bit more similar then everyone else. Nil likes gardening, and taking care of things, and Isa likes to create clothes. Both of them are in a way creating something. Nil making sure what she's taking care of grows to be big and strong, and Isa is more literal-

Where they differ is in smarts partly. Isa is clearly very book smart. I think Nil would turn to him if she had a general question about something (and later on Odile once she gets used to her). She completely encourages him to show more of what he knows.

They also differ in their buffness slightly. While Isa is still the beefiest on the team, he did it with the intention, he trained. Meanwhile I think Nil just likes the field work so she's constantly outside doing heavy dirty work.

I like to think that after being unfrozen, Nil's clothes were roughed up and she didn't really think to or have the time to fix it. So I imagine Isa saw the roughed up state of her pants and gloves, and made her some himself, Which she treasures but GOD she is not used to receiving anything from anyone, LET ALONE gifts.

They also similarly hide their insecurities under bavado. Isa hides his smarts to be liked, and Nil hides her fears so she can be brave. I'll go more into detail when I get to Nil's own section. (I SWEAR I didn't mean for Isa's section to be so long I PROMISE-)

Siffrin:

These two don't do a lot of talking I'd imagine. While Nil is used to being loud, I think she'd get used to the silence around Sif and simply enjoy the quiet.

A lot of the ideas I had with those two were very touch focused. I assume Nil struggles with touch because of potential childhood related traumas, and not being warned sends her into a fight or flight. While Sif is deeply unused to it but craves it.

I still imagine Nil isn't an inherently NOT touchy person- I mean. Bon's the touchiest little guy out there. So maybe she knows how to warn people of when she's about to touch them, AND she is more used to asking for hugs and affection. So after she learns that Sif struggles asking and being startled, she became the person that would encourage them and tell them how to do it. In every single drawing where they're touching just know that either she warned them or they asked for that touch.

Also Nil is a very grounding reminder for Sif that he's not in the loops anymore. So if they get a particular scare, like they were woken up wrong, they had a rough sleep, smelled a banana, remembered the king- anything involving going back- Nil serves as a reminder that they're here, with everyone, in the present. No going back. So that, combined with their touch therapy, it results in him being particularly physically clingy with her. She squeezes their hand ocassionally. It's a grounding reminder.

Nil is also UNBELIEVABLY THANKFUL for Sif, once she learns about how they lost their eye. The fact Sif went out of their way to protect HER little sibling- It means the world to her, and she wouldn't wish it on Sif one bit. She probably holds guilt that she couldn't take the hit for both of them, Bonnie is her responsibility! They probably end up having a conversation similar to Sif telling Mira "Do you think she was wrong? To save you?" She doesn't know about the end of act 3

AAAAAND NIL HERSELF!

A lot of this is already information I mentioned. Her being a paper type, her liking bugs, being traumatized, startled by touch- But I drew these beforehand, so!

I imagine Nil ran away young, cause Bonnie doesn't remember her running from their parents. What happened in there, I do not know and I don't think I'm capable of imagining. It might not even be as dramatic as I illustrated it. But either way, she grew up being the sole caretaker of Bonnie. I'm sure Vaugardians were kind and that they didn't have to struggle too hard for food or a place, or to get Bonnie into a school- But Nil still wanted to learn how to be self sufficient, how to provide in case something happens. It might be why they live in Bambouche honestly, Nil learned how to grow plants and being close to the sea is good for catching a lot of fish! ...It was also at the edge of Vaugarde. Probably the edges where the King's curse reached slower.

She likes getting her hands dirty and working outside, so I imagine she's a bit sunburnt! If only on her shoulders and cheeks.

Growing up alone, self sufficient- She probably had to grow a bit fast (even if she indulges in childish things with Bonbon). She quickly started repressing all fears, all questions of her decision to run away. I imagine she's actually insecure in her abilities, how Bon deserves more capable people in their life, how she doesn't really know anything and how she literally got frozen and Bonnie had to fend for themselves- After Bon comes back, she's so filled with admiration and adoration for her little sibling. They really went to the ends of the earth and saved the world. What a brave little sibling she has.

The new family kind of... Feels like a threat to her title as sister at the start. All 5 of them saved a country. The people Bonnie met are strong, knowledgeable, been all over the world- She's glad they protect Bonnie. She just wishes she had something to offer. It takes her a little while to realize they are also there for her too.

I was ranting to a friend, and I am pretty sure we know Nil would like to travel after everything. Being able to explore her more child like fantasies, with the safety blanket that is the family- It means a lot to her. She gets to truly indulge in living and letting loose and depending on people for the first time in her life.

Afterwards tho... I like to imagine she would settle down. It takes a while, but she likes having a place to call her own. And so we talked about how she would probably have a ranch of some sort. I like to imagine she'd love having horses. A way for her to remain free spirited, while taking care of creatures and having the security of a place to rest at the end of the day. And if she chooses, she can go wherever she wants with those bad boys!

My friend mentioned they might have goats or sheep or chicken, and I'm all aboard for that too. I'm not settled on the idea of a farm life for her, but I like it.

Also if I dare pull a Dreaming One for a second- Bonnie and Sif are like little siblings to her, Mira is like a twin (or relatively same aged), Isa is like an older brother, and Odile the everlasting grandma.

ALRIGHT THAT TOOK A WHILE-

Sorry, I started drawing her for fun and just started BRAINROTTING about her out of nowhere.

I still have little doodle ideas but this was already getting so lengthy so I am going to leave it here, and maybe return another day.

I just deeply wanted to establish Nil as her own character who can fit within the group's dynamic and belong in the family. While she very much IS Bonnie's sister and that's such a big part of her, I wanted to expand her a little further.

If you took the time to read, THANK YOU. I HOPE YOU LIKE HER, AND THAT YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF YOUR DAY

P.S. IF YOU DRAW OR WRITE WITH HER I BEG YOU TO TAG ME

[tokkias]

alcohol free ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: All it takes is a few drinks for Lucy to start doing things she knows she might regret in the morning, and unfortunately for Natsu he's the one designated to pick up the pieces. ao3

In all his years in Fairy Tail, Natsu had learned to hold his liquor. A couple of shots and plenty of beers had done little to faze him over the course of the night.

He couldn’t exactly say the same of his partner, though.

She was only halfway through her second cocktail when Lucy started to feel the effects of the alcohol hit her, and with Mirajane keeping them coming, well, that was a recipe for disaster.

Any other time, Natsu might have stepped in before she got to that point; drunk Lucy was… sloppy, to put it kindly, but after a few weeks of rough jobs, she deserved to let loose a little. Still, he knew he best keep an eye on her, lest she get herself into trouble. Or, at least, that was the plan.

He had only looked away for a moment, but in that time, he had lost sight of her within the sea of rowdy, boozed-up guildmates. Slight panic set in as he scanned the room for her, worried about what sort of trouble a drunk Lucy could get herself into. Thankfully, a flash of golden hair hobbling towards the bar quelled his nerves.

"Ah~! Another drink, please, Mira!"

Her face was flushed a deep red as she swayed from side to side, trying to keep her balance in her drunken state, before ultimately grabbing hold of Natsu’s shoulder in an attempt to stay upright. The last time he had seen her this evening, she was a little tipsy, but now, she was absolutely hammered.

Figuring that tonight was his turn as the responsible one of the pair, he spoke up before Mira had a chance to respond to her request.

"No. I’m not letting ya drink any more tonight," he told her firmly, deciding that if he wasn’t going to put his foot down now, she would make it both of their problems for the rest of the night.

"You’re no fun," she whined, a pout making its way onto her lips as she leaned in closer to him. She was so close that their noses were almost touching, her expression inscrutable, and he flinched back a bit as he was hit with the pungent smell of alcohol on her breath.

Mira’s voice would snap her out of her little trance: "I think Natsu’s right, Lucy. I’m going to have to cut you off for tonight."

Natsu silently thanked every god, deity and star there was that Mira wasn’t going to enable Lucy to make the rest of his night absolutely miserable. He didn’t like it when she got like this. Sure, Lucy was weird, but drunk Lucy was weird weird. She’d get all affectionate and emotional with him, and he never really knew how to respond to it. Sober Lucy had firm physical boundaries with him, but as soon as she got a little liquid courage in her veins, she would be all over him. If Lucy remembered some of the things she’d done while drunk, he thought she might have sworn off drinking altogether out of pure shame and embarrassment.

He couldn’t earnestly say he disliked the attention and affection she gave him while drunk. The way she swooned over him, the way she draped himself over him, the way her brain seemed to become nothing more than Natsu, Natsu, Natsu, Natsu, always had him feeling some type of way about her. He recalled a night where he had allowed her one too many, and she eagerly spent the rest of the evening running her hands across his arms and chest, admiring his form in a way that was a little more than friendly. The memory of it had been burned into his brain; her touch scorched into his skin, leaving mental marks that he would simply never forget.

To be honest, he liked the way she felt against him, but there was just one problem he had with it.

This wasn’t his Lucy.

His Lucy would be sure to give him a smack across the head if his hand trailed too low down her back for her liking, not clinging to him the way she was right now.

She had since moved on from her prior woes and had instead found herself attached to his side, her arms wrapped around his, pulling it into her cleavage as her chin rested on his shoulder.

"Naaaaatssssuuuuu~" she purred, "come dance with me~"

"No," he rejected point-blank, not wanting to entertain drunk Lucy’s antics tonight.

He’d watch over her, make sure she was okay and taken care of, but he refused to let himself be dragged into her drunken whims.

That plan shattered to pieces the moment he spoke, and Lucy’s bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes became glassy with true, genuine tears. As soon as he saw the first tear run down her cheek, Natsu knew that he had royally fucked himself.

"Is it because you hate me?" She whimpered, pulling away from him to hold her hands in her face, weeping into her palms.

"No, Lucy, I don't--" Her sobs and wails were beginning to draw much unwanted attention their way, and Natsu rested his hand on her shoulder in a bid to do some damage control. "I don’t hate you. Fine. Fine. I’ll dance with you."

That was one thing drunk and sober Lucy had in common: for her, he would cave so easy.

Eyes immediately lighting up, Lucy pulled him over to the centre of the guildhall with more force than he thought possible from her, joining them in the fray of guild members drunkenly bopping along to the music over the speakers.

Natsu didn’t dance. He was happy to sit on the sidelines and drink until the inevitable fight broke out, but he didn’t dance. Or at least, not in the way that Lucy wanted to. He really had no idea what to do with himself, but it seemed that no one else in the crowd cared that much, though most importantly, it seemed that Lucy didn’t care that much. She was happy to drunkenly move along to the music, throwing her head back and her arms into the air before pulling them back down and running her hands sensuously down her body as Natsu stood there and gawked like an idiot.

Judging by the stench of alcohol and the familiar company he was in, Natsu figured that he might just be the only sober one among them, and he wasn’t sure if that made this whole scenario better or worse.

Lucy didn’t give him much time to ponder before she forcibly captured his attention once more by wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, and making him sway alongside her in time to the music. Her body was pressed up against his, her lips so close to his that he worried she was going to kiss him. And god, yes, he wanted to kiss her so badly, but not like this. Not in the middle of the guild hall with everyone watching, while she’s absolutely drunk out of her mind. Not when she wouldn’t remember it in the morning.

He’d always heard the whispers about how oblivious he must be to not notice just how damn attractive his partner was, but what they didn’t know was just how much he knew about her body. He was intimately familiar with the way her skin felt under his hands—with every curve and dip of her body, every scar, every mark. Natsu was well aware that Lucy might damn well be the most attractive girl he’d ever have the pleasure of meeting, of touching, but he just never felt the need to let his attraction be known to anyone, much less her.

They were best friends; nothing about that needed to change just because the image of her—her laugh, her smile, her golden blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her perfect pout, and her soft rosy cheeks—were all burned into his brain. Any way he might have felt about her that was anything but platonic had long since been locked away in the deepest depths of his brain.

The pungent stench of alcohol on her breath was unavoidable in their close proximity, but the way her lips were pursed like she wanted him to lean down and capture them with his own was much more distracting.

She was looking up at him, almost expectantly, waiting for him to do something that the both of them might regret in the morning. It was almost enough for him to disregard all his time spent locking away his feelings for her, as if she alone held the key to his heart. Any other night he would have let his resolve crumble beneath him with just how easy it would have been to tilt her chin up and press his lips against hers, but the part of him that yearns for her wants to taste Lucy, not the long island iced tea’s she’d been downing all night.

Her deep chocolate eyes bore into his soul, demanding all of his attention, all of him.

He dropped his head back slightly—anything in order to avoid her intense gaze—and sucked in a deep breath to clear his head.

"Alright, I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight," he told her, interrupting whatever moment she was trying to create between them. "It’s time I get you home, Lucy,"

For once in his life, Natsu chose his words with purpose, so neither she nor anyone else could choose to misinterpret his intentions.

Ignoring the deep pout on her lips, he detached her body from his and grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the crowd.

"Leaving so soon?" Mira chimed from her spot behind the bar as she saw the two making their exit.

Not bothering with a verbal answer, Natsu simply gestured his head towards Lucy, who had found herself clinging onto his arm to keep her balance as she stumbled alongside him to keep up with his sober pace.

In response, Mira flashed him a weary smile that he could only assume was her way of wishing him luck on making it back to Lucy’s apartment.

Lucy stumbled along behind him, struggling to keep up with his fast pace as he practically dragged her along the streets of Magnolia. All he wanted was to get her home safely, put her to bed, and be over with this whole mess. He didn’t want to think about the way that she looked at him anymore, lest he let all the work he had done pushing away his feelings unravel like a sweater with a loose thread.

It wasn’t until a stray crack in the pavement caught the toe of her boot that he found himself looking back at her as his instincts kicked in, catching her in his arms before she could fall to the ground.

He paused for a moment to settle his racing heartbeat from her close call before having to remind himself that she was still very much drunk and struggling to balance herself. Even though drunk Lucy wasn’t his favourite, he still wasn’t about to let any harm come to her.

Making sure she could stand on her own, he tried to let her go so she could walk on her own, but she didn’t take kindly to his attempts, clinging even harder to him as he tried to pull her away from him, her forehead firmly pressed against his shoulder.

"Carry me," she murmured into his chest.

Deciding it wasn’t her worst idea of the night, Natsu obliged, turning away from her and crouching slightly so she could crawl onto his back. He stumbled forward slightly when Lucy chose to throw her full body weight onto his back, but he quickly found his bearings for her sake, catching her legs and adjusting his grip so he wouldn’t drop her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she nuzzled her nose into the back of his neck, taking comfort in his familiar scent and the soft warmth of his scarf.

With sober Lucy, he would have jumped at the opportunity to tease her about how heavy she’d gotten, even though she was just as easy to carry as the last time, just to goad a reaction out of her, but right now he needed to get her home with as few interruptions as possible. As much as he might have liked to run down there, he kept a steady, even pace to avoid jostling his partner too much, fearing what would happen if her stomach were to become unsettled from the movement and the alcohol.

She had settled down a little since leaving the guild; perhaps her weird drunken behaviour was enabled by the weird drunken comrades she had surrounded herself with. It came as a small relief to Natsu, knowing that she would hopefully be easier to get in to bed in this state so he could finally be free from the curse of drunk Lucy.

He didn’t need to think much about the path he was taking; he had walked it so many times that it had become muscle memory, even with the full weight of his best friend on his back. It wasn’t long before the ever-familiar building came into sight, and he nudged the door open before trudging up the stairs.

He always kept the spare key Mira gave her in his pocket, but usually that was reserved for when he was here against Lucy’s will, and in her current state, he wasn’t about to search her pockets for the main copy. Lucy let out a soft whine when he placed her down before fumbling with his keys. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before the familiar click of the lock turning rang out, and he opened the door, guiding Lucy inside before closing it behind them.

His suspicions about her settled state were confirmed when she let out a soft yawn, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands as she did so.

"Can you help me put on my jammies?" She asked, stifling another yawn with her hand.

Knowing that she probably wouldn’t take no for an answer, Natsu begrudgingly rummaged through her dresser to find some appropriate sleepwear. He lifted her shirt over her head, throwing it on the floor to collect in a pile that Lucy could scold him about tomorrow, before pulling a fresh shirt back on her.

He knew that if some of the guys at the guild found out about this, he would never hear the end of it, but it really wasn’t like that. There was nothing sexy about it. He was just doing his duty as her best friend to take care of her. She was drunk, falling asleep in his arms, and he wasn’t going to let her go to bed in the shirt that she had definitely spilled her (or someone else’s?) drink on. He eased her onto the edge of her bed, pulling her skirt down and discarding it with her shirt before slipping her feet through the leg holes of her favourite pair of sleep shorts.

"There. Now ya can go to bed," he told her, giving her a gentle pat on the head.

Lucy stuck her bottom lip out in a pathetic little pout at the prospect of losing his attention for the night before grabbing his wrist to pull him a little closer.

"Tuck me in? Please?"

Just as he was about to tell her to do it herself, he met her pleading gaze and realised that he was truly fucking whipped.

With a defeated sigh, he pulled back the sheets for her to crawl into before pulling them back up to her chin and tucking the excess fabric falling off the edge beneath the mattress. She looked so comfy and content laying there, tucked in nice and tight beneath her soft sheets, and Natsu couldn’t help but smile at the sight, even after all the grief she had put him through.

All in all, he was just happy she had made it home safely and through the night without incident.

The sun had set many hours ago, and while he knew he could make it home fine on his own, Lucy’s couch seemed like the comfier, lazier option, with the added benefit of making sure she didn’t get herself into trouble when left alone. She would yell at him for crashing here in the morning, and in turn, he would brush it off like he did every other time.

Taking off his scarf and jacket, he tossed them over the back of the couch before making himself comfortable, rearranging the cushions as he saw fit to rest his head on through the night. His eyes fell shut rather easily, comforted by the soft cushions that his body sank into and the familiar smell of his best friend lingering all around him.

Sleep did not come to him before Lucy’s voice did, ringing out through the air, signalling that something was wrong.

"Naaaaatssssuuuuu," Lucy called out to him in a high-pitched whine, "I need yooouuuu-"

Deciding ignoring her pleas would only prolong her cries, Natsu pulled himself off the couch to make his way over to her bedside, where he sat himself on the edge of her bed next to where she lay.

"Yeah? What’s up, Lucy?" He asked, willing to indulge her while she seemed to be acting somewhat normal.

"I love you," she mumbled, her eyelids heavy, lashes fluttering as she let them fall.

Her sudden declaration did little to catch him off guard. They’d exchanged dozens of I love you’s in the past because it was true. He loved her, and she loved him—the same way she loved everyone else in the guild. Of course the words held weight for them, but not any more than they should have coming from any other member of their family.

"I love you too," he replied, brushing her fringe out of her eyes.

"Noooooooo," she whined, "I’m in love with you." Her eyes fluttered back open to meet his, and within them, he was met with a sincerity that he wasn’t sure he was able to comprehend. "It’s different."

His hand still rested atop her head as he tried to process what she had just confessed.

Lucy was in love with him.

Lucy was in love with him.

His Lucy, the one who could have anyone she wanted with a bat of her lashes and a pout of her lips, was in love, with him.

There was something wrong about her saying it.

Not because he didn’t believe her, not because he didn’t think that he was deserving of her love, but because she was still utterly inebriated.

"You’re just sayin’ that ‘cause you’re drunk," he replied, playfully flicking her nose in an attempt to lighten the mood and calm his racing heart.

"No I’m not," she murmured, "I knew I was in love with you when we were on Tenrou, and I was afraid we were all going to die, but then you held my hand and I-" Lucy paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts, remaining as eloquent as her sober self even after far too many drinks. "I remember thinking, wow, Natsu really is incredible."

Her eyes were trained to the ceiling, a dreamy look in her eyes, no longer acknowledging his presence even after she had just confessed that she had been in love with him for years now.

Natsu couldn’t bring himself to do anything but sit and stare. He remembered that moment. Of course he did. He remembered the helplessness in her eyes as she sobbed, remembered the way she looked up at him when he held her hand in his own.

He remembered how it tore his heart in two to see her like that, because it was in that moment that he finally thought he understood what romantic love was.

He just didn’t think that she was feeling it as well.

His mouth dropped open to say something, but all the words got stuck in his throat. Sure, he’d thought about what might happen if she felt the same way, but he’d stopped considering that scenario long ago, happy and content with the way their relationship was. Now that it was coming true, he had no idea how he was supposed to respond.

"You don’t have to say anything," she murmured. "I just didn’t have the confidence to tell you while I was sober."

When her gaze finally met his own, he could see that the soft smile on her lips made it all the way up to her eyes, relief sitting behind them as though a large weight had been lifted off her chest. There were no tears, no grief that he still couldn’t muster the words to tell her how he felt; she was simply at ease.

"Thank you," she said, breaking through the silence that had been left behind by his inability to find the right words.

"For what?" He asked, taken aback slightly by her choice of words.

"Taking care of me," she replied. "I know you don’t like me when I’m drunk."

"I like you all the time," he told her, giving her a poke to the chest. "I just prefer ya when you’re sober."

She exhaled softly through her nose with a gentle smile on her lips in what he could only assume was a show of her vague amusement at his jab before quiet befell them once more.

"Hey Lucy?"

"Mm?" She hummed, her eyes having fallen shut once more as sleep began to take its hold on her.

"How ‘bout you tell me again tomorrow, y’know, when you’re not drunk," he suggested, hoping this conversation would not be lost on them in the morning.

"Okay," she breathed, her content expression still remaining as she began to fall into the depths of sleep. "Goodnight, Natsu."

"G'night, Lucy."

[miracles-and-butterflies]

How does Luisa dress in fracture since she doesn't have gift?

Interesting question.

I do have an old sketch (this is without all the scribbles and info around it, as it looked messy):

And you can get Isabela too.

Isabela is very much modelled after Alma. She purposefully starts braiding her hair again in the lead up to Antonio’s ceremony, just to fuck with Abuelo. And her dress usually carries an element of magenta. (Everyone’s colour stays the same, so she is still in indigo for the most part). Subsequently, the combination of Alma’s features helps hammer home the idea that Isabela’s identity isn’t quite her own.

Luisa, whose muscles are slightly toned down here but not gone entirely (as that seems to be a common feature in gift swap AUs for no reason), is very plain in terms of clothing and pattern. She wants to be seen as a good part of the community. Taking inspiration from the townspeople and would probably be in a common shade of blue, rather than her purple. Alongside the doorknob, she gets gifted a more individualised dress from her sisters (Isabela dyed it, Mirabel embroidered on it) - Mira didn’t think a doorknob was personal enough.

(Side note: Luisa doesn’t embroider or wear glasses or anything else. I don’t know why in most gift swap AUs, the giftless person always ends up with embroidery and glasses. Wtf? Let Mirabel keep her goddamn character. Their skillsets, personalities and style ideas wouldn’t change with them - maybe with an exception of whoever ended up the golden child).

[thedomesticanthropologist]

Mira the Cleric killed Grym without the forge hammer.

Because Mira the Cleric missed... the forge hammer. And didn't know it was a thing.

Mira the Cleric prides herself on being thorough and making the right choices

Her companions are never

Ever

Ever going to let her live this one down

Also, Karlach should be immune to lava, my opinion.

[colderdrafts]

15: New Plan

The Great Assembly, gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). Sfw. Previous Next

You type in the number and dial.

It's stupid. It's so stupid you're doing this but you can't think of what else to do. It's the middle of the night, your heart is racing and you swore you saw an all too familiar long-limbed silhouette moving through the streets outside. It's been months, you KNOW it's nothing.

But your trembling body doesn't.

"..Bwu-huh?" comes Irwin's voice through the phone, groggy with sleep.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry to wake you, just-"

"Hold on. Are you alright?" he asks, immediately perking up and on high alert. You hear the sound of fabric rustling through the phone, presumably as he sits up.

"Yes - no," you sigh through your nose, trying to calm your breathing. "I know it's dumb but-"

"It's not dumb, buddy," Irwin says gently. "Nightmares again? Wanna tell me about it? Should I come get you?"

There he goes again, a never-ending foundation of support and patience. Unfortunately, he's very good at it.

That's why you called him, after all.

"No," you mutter, taking a deep breath. "No, it's alright. Could you just.. talk for a bit?"

"My specialty," he announces with flair, attempting to lighten the mood. "You got it."

Irwin spends the next few minutes going over his day, including a nice conversation with his father, delicious tuna sandwiches and a very cute dog he got to pet. It's so terribly mundane to just have him gently chatting that it soothes any worry you had.

How could you be in trouble when everything is, at this point, so very perfectly normal?

You can feel your heart settling a little and your breathing evening out bit by bit as you listen to his tale.

"- and that's why I'm not allowed inside the company kitchen," Irwin finishes with a snort. He pauses. "Are you okay?"

"Better now. Thanks," you sigh, glancing out your window at the emptiness of the city streets at night. Nothing is there, and nothing had been there. "It's just my paranoia acting up again, nothing's happening, don't worry. I don't even know why I called you. I'm sorry."

"Hey it's chill. I'm glad you did! If I can't bore you to sleep with my amazingly interesting every-day bull, how else are you gonna have energy to finish my excel sheet for me tomorrow?" he chuckles.

You scoff in feign indignation. "I have never agreed to such a thing."

"Not yet you haven't! Pinky promise, it's a fun one this time. Lots of numbers and unsorted names on lists and stuff. Right up your alley."

"I can't believe you're using my late night paranoia as an excuse to get out of work," you laugh.

"Hey, if I can distract your brain with my terrible coworker manners I might as well. It's working, isn't it?"

Damn him, it is. "Thank you Irwin."

"Anytime!"

It's a rough night where sleep comes and goes, and you keep hearing the bone chilling cheeriness of Mira's voice on repeat in your mind. The new feeling of responsibility for this situation cast upon you has not done well to soothe any agitated strains coursing through your body.

You hear Elise get up around 7am and start mulling about downstairs. You're not getting any sleep anyway, so you decide to join her in the kitchen.

"You look like someone smashed you with a hammer," she comments as a greeting when you poke your head through the doorway to see what she's doing.

She's downed a flowery apron, rolled up her sleeves and her tough hair pulled back in a ponytail. The kitchen counter is covered in baking ingredients and flour. Looks like she's preparing some batter.

"Good morning to you too," you grumble at her, entering the room fully. "Smells good in here."

She smiles and you hear her sniff the air briefly. "Well it did. Mr. Grumpy kept you up last night?"

You groan in exasperation. "It's that bad? I just gave him a hug!"

"Then you've done him a solid," Elise chuckles, and returns her attention to the batter in front of her.

You settle against the kitchen counter. "Did you sleep alright?"

Elise nods. "Like a brick. Been a while since I've had time to just unwind for a bit like this. It's nice," she looks at you. "Well. Horrible circumstances saying that I can, but. You know what I mean."

"Yeah. I guess with everything going on work isn't really a top priority anymore. I don't dislike my job, but now I feel sorta bad for wishing for some excitement."

"Well, careful what you wish for as fae say."

You look around the kitchen and take in the rustic charm. Something as simple as watching Elise preparing a batter - for bread, seems like - it's a nice break from the horrors that'd plagued you all night to be a part of something so ordinary.

"I wouldn't have taken you for the type to be into baking," you note, watching her expertly fold the dough.

"Gotta put these guns to use somehow," Elise flexes her impressively muscular right arm momentarily and grins. "Ya’know, since I'm currently not wrangling shady folks intruding on company property and all. Wanna join? I still need to roll them out."

You roll up your sleeves. "So you have a brother who likes to sleep on concrete?" you ask to fill the silence as you get to work.

"Yep. When he's not crashing here, he works in ocean research-mumbo-jumbo so he's out sailing a lot,” she replies. “He's a smart lad, always chatting my ear off about the newest deep-sea discovery. I don't get half of it, but he seems happy."

"Sounds like an interesting job," you nod. You glance at her. "There's something else, actually."

"Hmm?"

"I uh, I heard you talking the other night. You really don't have to feel guilty, you know?"

She pauses, not looking at you. Seems she’s not too keen on turning the conversation in this direction, but she responds regardless. "Heard that, huh? Look, I know. It's just - I grew fond of the little rascal pretty quick, and he was with me when he got snatched. It's hard not to is all."

You focus on rolling out a bun. "I get it. Just - I thought you should know."

She nods.

"And another thing - Thanks for letting me stay here. Or well, both of us stay here. You didn't have to do that."

"'Course, can't have anything happening to the other hum that barreled into my life," she snickers, gently bumping your shoulder. "'sides, I kind of see myself as a nanny of sorts. Somebody’s gotta keep an eye on you and Amren.”

"Nanny?” you chuckle. “We’re all adults here, is that really necessary?"

Elise dumps a bun on the counter with a dull splat, and flicks some flour at your face playfully. "Gotta make sure you don't do anything brash, and that the grumpy idiot doesn't destroy whatever little connection you two have when trying to stop you."

You wipe the flour of your face. "Connection? What do you mean?"

"Look. That useless slab of rocks is never going to tell you this himself, so I will," she says. "He obviously cares about you. I've known that stubborn snake for years and trust me. He does not go out of his way, ever. But he does for you. So whatever the hell you did to him, keep doing it,” she grins. “If anything, as a favor to me. Unfortunately I care about that dumbass, and you bet your lil' hum behind I'm going to make that your problem."

Your problem? Is it one?

You don’t exactly know what you've 'done' to said dumbass, it certainly didn't seem like much has changed in his point of view, other than an odd need to keep an eye on you and his awkward attempts at being supportive. Perhaps those small gestures means more than you think. Elise has known Amren longer than you have, so supposedly you’ll have to take her word for it.

“I don’t really know what to say to that,” you admit.

She shakes her head. “You don’t have to say anything. Just keep on truckin’ and you’ll be fine.”

A little later the buns have been set to prove, and you've settled at the kitchen table, chatting back and forth. Elise is very easy to talk to, her rough-and-gruff perspective on things makes you laugh more than once.

She shares some stories of her and her brother's upbringing in the city, and how their parents used to take them sailing. She asks you gently on how you’re doing with all of this, and you try your best to share a little of your troubles and the gnawing worry in your heart.

You reassure her though that staying here has been good for you so far.

"I don't know what I would've done sitting alone in my apartment. I think paranoia would get the best of me,” you finish.

"That's pretty reasonable all things considered. Don't worry, it gets lonely here too when my brother's away. I'm happy to have company,” she smiles. Then she frowns. “Even if it means dealing with you."

Her sudden shift in tone makes you look up in confusion but Elise is looking behind you. You turn and watch Amren slithering into the kitchen, looking as happy as a rotten prune.

"Still not a morning person, huh?" you comment.

"Morning sunshine~" Elise sings.

Amren grumbles something under his breath and goes to set a kettle on. "Tiny decided to pick up a call from a certain coyote last night," he says to Elise. "After spending an hour trying to break into Irwin's phone. Keeping me up."

"Snitch," you scold him.

He flicks his tongue at you.

Elise turns to you, clacking her tusks and instantly on guard, as you knew she would be. "You talked to her?!"

You explain briefly the interaction you had, to which she listens intently.

"What did Irwin say?" she asks when you’re done.

Amren hands both of you a warm mug of coffee and settles next to you.

"I have no idea," you mutter, defeated, and pause to take a sip. "Something about me 'starting the company'? Why on Earth 2.0 would he-"

"At," Amren adds, interrupting you. "Starting at the company."

Realization hits you and you spot the same look in Amren's eyes.

"Tiny, when was your starting date at the company?" he asks.

"I don't - sometime March? I guess?"

"Hold on," Amren hands you his mug and leaves your side to deftly slither up the stairs, leaving you and Elise hanging in the kitchen. Moments later he returns with his laptop, sets it on the table and turns it on.

You watch him fiddle with it in silence, eyes scanning the page with brows furrowed in concentration.

"March 3rd," he announces, looking up at you. "You started working there a March 3rd."

You pick up Irwin's phone and type in the date.

It unlocks.

"He set the code for the day I - oh," you feel a sting in the corner of your eyes.

That must be one of the sweetest things Irwin’s ever done, and probably why he'd been adamant about you not knowing about it, unless his life literally depended on it. And he managed to pass it on to you without raising suspicion. That clever little trickster.

"He's very fond of you, isn't he?" Amren mutters, closing his laptop.

"Seems so," you laugh sadly. "And, thank you. How did you even -?"

"Security detail. Contains logs on all employees," he replies. "Part of the job is keeping tabs on everyone."

"Creepy.." Elise notes from the kitchen counter with a sly grin.

"You've got them too!" Amren hisses defensively.

"I don't use them!"

"You should!"

You tune out their bickering on correct methods of security-performance and focus on the now unlocked phone. You haven’t actually planned for what to do once you got in. Now that it’s happened, you find yourself at an impasse.

Is snooping allowed at this point? It feels so invasive. Irwin is notoriously online, his phone basically contains his entire personality. What if you find something private he doesn't want you to see?

And what exactly do you hope to gain from looking? As far as you know, Irwin was as random a target as you. Why should his phone hold any answers to why he was taken?

And more importantly, why should it hold answers of where he was taken to?

But if Mira deliberately dropped it for you to find, and that odd phone call.. the uncanny feeling you got that you had to keep it – Irwin’s subtle clue so you could unlock it - it's just tugging at your mind. It might be a false sense of hope, but you firmly hold on to it. These things can't be coincidental. There must be something.

Irwin will forgive you for this transgression, surely.

You runs your eyes over the screen.

He has a bunch of social media apps, a few cutesy phone games and a messaging app full of unread messages. He also has a dating app installed, with an equal amount of unread messages. Browsing through the missed calls, you see a lot from you, obviously, but also from his father, some people whose names you recognize as his other friends, and a person named Marcus. The most recent however are four missed calls and one accepted from an unknown caller, which you assume must all be from Mira.

"Anything of interest?" Elise asks, efficiently halting her argument with Amren.

"A bunch of missed calls from me, his dad, Mira and a Marcus. I don't know of any Marcus in Irwin's life. And then a whole heap of unread texts."

Amren leans over you shoulder to take a look at the phone. "Are there any texts from this Marcus? Maybe they can give us a clue," he suggests.

You scroll through the messaging app, and, sure enough, there are a couple of texts from him.

It's a back and forth on meeting times, and not much else. The last message from Irwin was just before the conference, informing Marcus Irwin will be gone for the conference from that day on, and Marcus replying with a thumbs up. The latest message from Marcus was from yesterday.

"You're back, right? When are you available?"

"This doesn't help us much.." Amren muses. "What are they meeting about?"

"I have a guess," Elise shrugs nonchalantly. "They're probably just hooking up."

You and Amren simultaneously look up to give her a weird look, which she waves off.

"Oh come on, no conversation points, no relationship development whatsoever, and we've all seen first hand that our hum friend cannot hold an inkling of alcohol to save his life, most likely not drugs either? What else would it be?"

What else indeed. It wouldn't be unheard off that Irwin would be blowing off some steam in his spare time and not tell you about it - it is, frankly, absolutely none of your business. Amren would be proud of you for thinking so.

"Well, that's his business. I don't really want to pry more if that's the case," you say, and consider for a moment. "But what if that's not the case? If there's any chance this Marcus fellow might know something, wouldn't it be better to cover all bases to figure this out? I mean, Irwin wouldn't shout his code at me if he didn't want me to find something here. And I don't really see anything else sticking out."

Amren hums in consideration. "While I'm hesitant to head into uncharted territory, that might actually be true," he says. "And he clearly isn't aware Irwin is missing. This might be an opportunity to get some answers."

You mull it over. "Let's say I meet with him. What do I even say? Hello, I'm the coworker of that guy you're frequently.. seeing?"

Elise snorts. "Good ice breaker! But maybe follow it up with a very good reason for why you're the one there instead of Irwin."

"They're not meeting with him alone," Amren comments firmly.

"'Course not, you big grump. We'll be waiting close by."

You look at both of them. "Thank you. Really, we didn't even know each other barely two weeks ago."

"And now we do. Get over it," Elise ruffles your hair.

You sit and discuss a plan for how to approach Marcus, and you do your best impersonation of Irwin when you write a reply to meet up this evening. Marcus replies with a thumbs up.

[gamerwoo]

hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, best friends to strangers, getting over a ‘breakup’, slight angst but it’s not too bad ig, slight comfort???

word count: 1,083

summary: put me on the shelf, discipline myself to let the sparks die out; shattering anything that has reflections of you

tag list: @anissanightyoung @aceofvernons @mythicalamphitrite @caratluvie @juliettechokilo @liemwantstosleep @rubyreduji @ohchangyu @minluvly @honeyylin @miki-chi @heemingyu @noraehey @awkwardnesshabitat @floweryjessy @woozarts @anothershorthuman @shuabby1994 @vernxnsfool​  (if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please fill out this form!!!)

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics and things in italics are texts

previous song | next song | back to playlist

You were trying, at least. You were actively trying to feel better; to be better. You made the effort to go out -- at least sometimes -- and you tried to stop feeling sorry for yourself. It came in bursts and it wasn’t all the time, but it was something.

“Whenever you think about him, we should bonk you in the head with one of those hammers,” Eunji had said, half-joking.

All 12 of you decided to just hang out in the living room and switch off playing some video games after your schedules had ended that day. Currently, 4 of your members were battling it out in Mario Kart while the rest of you watched and talked. You were sitting between Ayako -- who was doing her absolute best to catch up from last place -- and Xiulan, with one knee to your chest and the other curled up underneath you while you shouted encouragement at the TV for Ayako’s Yoshi to pass the Shy Guy in front of her.

You felt your phone vibrate on the couch beside you, resting slightly under your leg. You lifted your phone, and when your face unlocked the screen, you almost gasped seeing the name that popped up.

Kim Mingyu: _____, I’m sorry for reaching out so suddenly, but I wanted to see how you were doing

You just stared at the screen for a minute in silence, not knowing what to do. You stared until the screen eventually went black.

“_____?” Xiulan was the one to notice you frozen. Your eyes shot up from your phone to look at her. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly at your expression when she glanced away from the screen to look at you again. “Is everything okay?”

You nodded, maybe a little too quickly, “Yeah, just a weird notification.”

“Who is it?” Mira asked slowly, seeming skeptical of the answer.

“Old friend from school,” you lied smoothly. “I haven’t spoken to them in years, but I guess they...saw I was in a kpop group now.”

Thankfully, they all seemed to buy the lie, so you went back to your phone.

‘You didn't close the door; left a crack open; I couldn't ignore...’

You faintly picked up the song that had started playing -- again, another one of Mira’s playlists -- as you tried to decide if you should text Mingyu back or not.

...But you were weak. Unable to resist knowing anything about what might be going on in Hansol’s life, you replied. Plus, Mingyu was the one to help you through that night, so it was the least you owed him, right? Some sort of response?

“‘The faint possibility of having hope in this insanity...’“ Mira started softly singing, her eyes focused on the screen of the TV.

_____☺: that’s okay. i’m...okay. how’re you?

Kim Mingyu: I actually didn’t expect you to respond...

Kim Mingyu: I’m happy you did though!! 😁

“‘That we still could be...’“

Kim Mingyu: I’ve been alright. Same stuff lol. We all miss you

The group still talked about you? Or was he just being nice?

You didn’t want to tell him you missed them, too. You felt like that would be taking even more steps back than you probably were now. 

“‘But we’re stuck floating in between.’“

_____☺: how is everyone?

That was a decent response, right? It didn’t really seem like you were ignoring his statement since you were asking about them.

Kim Mingyu: All the same lol. Just as annoying and chaotic as ever

Kim Mingyu: But... Hansol was kinda different for a while...

You hated how much that piqued your interest. It also made you feel kind of...happy. Was that sick?

_____☺: different?

Kim Mingyu: He went to talk to you one night, and then he came back and didn’t say much for a while. He wouldn’t tell us what happened but it didn’t seem good...

Kim Mingyu: I’m not trying to get you to tell me, though! Just telling you what happened since you asked. I don’t want you to feel pressured. But we all felt worried for both of you

Kim Mingyu: But he still talks about you sometimes...

‘Oh no...’

And there went your heart, suddenly feeling like it was rising from your stomach just a little bit. It was beating so hard and you hated yourself for it. You felt a little spark of hope that maybe Hansol still cared. That maybe he was feeling a little lonely without you, and Ivory wasn’t enough to fill the gap that you hoped you made.

“‘Our eyes were closed with hearts open wide,’“ Mira was still singing along, “’dismissed every rule to abide by.’“

Kim Mingyu: I don’t know if telling you will make you feel worse or not, so I won’t unless you want me to

Kim Mingyu: I don’t even know if you’ve recovered from what happened

Kim Mingyu: I’m still really sorry, _____...

Blood was pounding in your ears, drowning out the sounds of Mira’s singing, the song itself, and your members laughing and joking together. You had two choices in this situation: ask, or stay in the dark. Asking was what you wanted to do. Your heart wanted you to beg Mingyu if you had to, to tell you what Hansol had said. 

But your brain knew that was bad. You knew it would just make you hurt more. It would make you hold onto that hope when you were trying to let go of everything that had to do with him. You couldn’t let yourself trail along behind him like this.

“Put me on the shelf, discipline myself,’“ Mira suddenly belted the lyrics at full volume, breaking you from your internal battle as your thumbs hovered over the screen, “‘to let the sparks die out; shattering everything that has reflections of youuuu, youuuuuu...’“

You laughed at her, along with the other members who were startled by her suddenly loud singing, or who were giggling and telling her how obnoxious she was.

Finally, you looked back down at your phone, deciding on a reply.

_____☺: don’t worry about it, i’ll be fine

_____☺: i’ve gotta go though. we’re pretty busy!! thanks for reaching out

You put your phone on ‘do not disturb’ before reaching forward and placing it on the coffee table. Then you settled back into the couch to watch the last lap of the race.

And when the final chorus came back around, you sang it just as obnoxiously as Mira was.

[inspiredwriter]

*En el almacén*

Dark Stefany :*revisa los cajones*Miau,¿Dónde podrá estar mi Lima de uñas? 😟😕💅*se agacha y revisa la caja*necesito afilar mis garras las tengo poco afiladas y feas😟😓📦

Dark Leo :*entra la habitación*Stefany estás aquí Donnie me dijo que estábas en el almacén sola...🤨😳💓💕💝*mira la cola y el trasero de Dark Stefany*Oh concha 😍😁🌋💓💘💞❣️(pensamientos💭) Grrr, mi gatita malvada se ve muy sexy moviendo su cola hace que me excita 😈😏❤️‍🔥💝💘💞veo que esta distraída me voy acercarme 😉🤫❣️💕💓💖*se acerca sigilosamente a Dark Stefany*

Dark Stefany :*recoge la lima*al fin Ya encontré pasé dos horas buscándolo 😃😌💦

Dark Leo :*abraza a Dark Stefany de atrás*hola gatita te estaba buscándote todo el día 😏😘💞💘💖*acaricia los pechos de Dark Stefany*tus lindos pechos son tan suaves que me incendias de amor😈🤗🔥❤️‍🔥💕🩷💘❣️

***

Dark Anastasia :*se cruza los brazos* Dios Mikey Por qué perdiste tu Mazo por una pelea que tuviste con Raph🤨😟🤼‍♂️

Dark Mikey : no tengo la culpa ese boludo rojo fue que empezó agarro mi Mazo y lo lanzó hacia el techo y es demasiado alto no puedo alcanzarlo 😠😤*juega con sus dedos* por favor mi princesa malvada me podrías recogermelo😚🥹💞💖❣️

Dark Anastasia : estás bien mi príncipe malvado iré a recoger tu mazo 🥰😉🧚‍♀️💖💞❣️🩷*vuela hacia el techo y recoje el mazo* Listo Cariño ya la encontré 😄😉💘💕💝❣️

Dark Mikey :*mirá arriba la tanga de Dark Anastasia* Oh,oh~😛😍💘💗💕nena no estoy feliz que recogiste mi Mazo Pero veo abajo de tu falda tu linda tanga que me hipnotiza 😈😜👙💘💓🩷💞💖

@inspiredwriter

Dark Stefany: Aaah, little turtle, take it easy, because you know that I have very sensitive breasts, meow~☺🤤💘💞💗💝

Dark Leo: *Caresses Dark Stefany's breasts* That's right, my kitty, this means that I know all your erogenous zones😏😈💖💓💞 *Kisses Dark Stefany on the left breast, squeezing the right one* Mmmmua~😚💗🩷❣️💕 *Kisses Dark Stefany on the neck, lowering her shirt * Mmua~😚💓💘💕 mmmuah~💝💖❣️💞

Dark Stefany: *Releases her claws with pleasure* Prrrr, Lee, you're so impatient, let's better do this in my room, because it's cold here, plus we can be easily detected here...😍😅💖🩷💘💞

Dark Donnie: *Enters the warehouse* Grrr, oh, heck, I don't remember where I put my tools so Raph wouldn't gnaw them with his sharp teeth😠😒🧰

Dark Leo and Dark Stefany: Oh God, it's Donnie, we need to hide somewhere!..😰😱

***

Dark Anastasia: *Goes downstairs and leaves the hammer on the ground* Aaah, Mikey, you make me blush~🤭🥰❣️💝❤💕 *Unbuttons her blouse* If you liked my thong, then you'll probably also like to see my bra😘😈👙💓💗🩷💞

Dark Mikey: *Looks at Dark Anastasia's bra* Wou hoho, it's just oh lala, babe, your bra looks so thin that I could easily bite it off~😍😈💖💕💗💕

Dark Anastasia: Then what are you waiting for, do it, my predator😍🥰💘❤💖💞

Dark Mikey: Mmmh, I was waiting for you to ask me about this, my butterfly😋😈💗💓💕 *Opens mouth and approaches Dark Anastasia's chest* Aaah~😆💝💘🩷💕

Dark Joi: *Enters the room* Hello, guys, do you have something to chew on, because my Raphi's teeth itch terribly🤨😟

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[airdeari]

Truth and Dare: 🍓, 🛼, 🔪, 🍬, 🥐? Thanks for answering!

I already did 🍓, 🔪, 🥐 from the other ask so here's the remainder

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

⚖👻🔥👯‍♀️🔪

(if you want more explanation your best option would be to join my patreon where you can't pay me)

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I'm trying to think of one from Zero Escape so you can actually relate to it but all I can think of is "Sigma's dick is not actually that long". Maybe the extreme opinion which is neither "Eric and Mira suck" nor "Eric and Mira are good actually" but instead "if Eric and Mira weren't introduced as two of the only four new characters in the trilogy to ZE and had more space for nuance in their character presentation then they would have been pretty interesting and dare I say fun characters". Instead they were grown in a lab to make you hate them because it's a badass booby lady whose "twist" is ableist shock factor and her pansy ass extreme simp boyfriend who never gets to interact with other people than her unless he thinks she's been murdered by someone else in the room, except maybe that one time in the pod room which was the most delightful experience I had with him. He was just a goofball! With a giant hammer! What a cute part of his character! And what if Mira had literally any other backstory for being the way that she is. Or none at all. Literally I would have preferred "no reason, she's just like that" to the reason we got.

these are asks from a writer truth or dare ask meme i reblogged here!

[astrcthesiai-archived]

Rockefeller "Rocky" Rockette -- Mira's shipwright and an engineer in her own right. She was raised in a wealthy family of architects and wanted something different for herself. She fights with a very large hammer.

And yes her shirt is inspired from the lvl50 Miner outfit from Fi.nal. Fan.tasy XIV.

[peonierose]

Once (2/5)

Book: The Nanny Affair & Open Heart Crossover / AU

**This story takes place before it was revealed that Addison would come back/is alive **

Part II of IV / Miniseries

Pairing: Sam Dalton (M!MC) x Addison Dalton (F!MC)

Words: 600+

TW: Illness, cancer, mental health

Rating: Angst

Summary: Addison has stage four ovarian cancer. So Sam and Addi seek a consultation with Dr. Ethan Ramsey at Edenbrook. Will they make it in time?

A/N: I wrote this story in October 2021 and I haven’t even realized my anger, grief and all my sad emotions made it into this mini series. This is for a good friend of mine her name was Mira. She was a bright star that unfortunately lost her fight against ovarian cancer on Dec, 19th. 2019. She was a true fighter, a genuinely nice person. We love you Mira. And you will always stay with us. No matter what happens. Mira this is for you. Because you deserve everything good in this world. Because you went away too soon. In honor and in memory for our dear friend Mira 💚

P.S. Here’s a list of songs I was inspired by give it a listen it you want 😊

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'Cause you brought out the best of me

A part of me I'd never seen

You took my soul wiped it clean

Our love was made for movie screens

Kodaline - All I want

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Part II

Addison should be home by now. How long does it take you to use the subway to get home? I’m impatiently tapping my foot against the carpeted floor, as if that would make her appear faster.

I’m chewing on my bottom lip and start pacing from one end of the of the room to another wearing a path in the carpet. Wanting my phone to signal me there’s a new message or that I missed a call.

I tried calling her, but figured she had bad service.

Tried again.

Nothing. Straight to voicemail.

No new text messages and no calls either.

Worry is settling in. Twisting my stomach in knots.

Making me imagine the worst-case scenarios in my head. My mind spinning with things that could’ve happened. I let out a long breath. So consumed with my thoughts I almost didn’t hear my phone ring. It takes a second to register.

“Addi? Where are you. Look I…“ I get interrupted by a female voice that I don’t recognize on the other end.

“Mr. Dalton?“ the female voice asks.

“Speaking.“ I swear to god, if this is one of Robins pranks again, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.

“I’m Dr. Delarosa you had an appointment scheduled for a consultation today.“

“Of course. Sorry for not connecting the dots immediately. What can I do for you.“ I exhale on a nervous breath waiting for her reply.

“Your consultation is not the reason I’m calling Mr. Dalton.“

My stomach plummets to my feet, my hearts racing and my palms start to get sweaty. Making it difficult to hold the phone in my hand.

“Please tell me, what’s going on?“ I say while goosebumps break out all over my skin.

She sighs on the other end. All thoughts coming to a standstill. All I can think about is Addison. I can’t lose her. Please not like this.

“There’s been a subway accident. Your wife was rushed to the ER….“ she keeps on talking, it’s as if I haven’t even heard her.

My blood runs cold. All I can hear is the word accident. My knees almost give out under me. My pulse is hammering in my chest, and all I can think is I need to get to her right now.

“How severe are her injuries?“ I ask. While there’s a storm of raging emotions swirling inside of me.

I hear some rustling of papers then Dr. Delarosa is on the line again.

“According to her chart, she sustained severe head trauma and internal bleeding, and lost a lot of blood. She’s already in the OR.“

I’m putting on shoes not even bothering to take a jacket with me. Already getting out the door. Not caring about anything. I just want to be there, before it’s too late.

“You already started? But…“

Dr. Delarosa speaks in a gentle voice which I recognize is used to soothe someones nerves. As a doctor she’s probably had to do that many times. But it never gets easier.

“We didn’t have the luxury of time Mr. Dalton. We had to start immediately. Otherwise..“

Otherwise she would already be dead. I close my eyes for a second, letting out a ragged breath. I cannot lose it right now. It’s not an option. Get your shit together Sam. You can break down and cry later. Now you’ve got to be strong for Addi.

“Thank you Dr. Delarosa. I’m on my way,“ I say.

“We’re doing everything we can. She’s in very good hands.“

Meaning they don’t know if she’s going to make it or not. Not wanting to take away hope. Still doing their best.

With those final words she hangs up. I stare at the phone. Speechless.

I order an uber and tell the guy to step on it. I arrive at the hospital and get out.

I try to move but it’s like my feet are frozen to the ground. Thinking about what to do. While a million memories are going through my head in warp speed. I start running towards the hospital.

I swallow down. I have to be strong for her now. Everything else can wait.

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[allinmycorner]

Our stars got funky to the hits of Motown in this week's episode of Dancing With the Stars!

Former Giant and current Good Morning America cohost Michael Strahan joined the judging panel as the remaining stars danced to some of Motown's greatest hits. Though it wasn't explicitly stated, it does seem each couple did have to incorporate some sort of move associated with Motown into their routine.

So who ended up dancing in the streets and who fell flat? Let's see how the stars did!

Tyson and Jenna: Poor Tyson. But he was one of the weakest dancers this week. I noticed a few missteps in his foxtrot to "Master Blaster (Jammin')" with Jenna. I think he also fell off the beat at one point and didn't really get back on it. He also seemed to stumble when he and Jenna were preparing for her spin and I worried they would lose a point from the Lift Police. But though Carrie Ann did not that there was a lift, she said she was not docking anyone for lifts this week. It didn't save Tyson and so we must say goodbye to him until the finals.

Ariana and Pasha: Ariana continues to soar. Her quickstep to "You Can't Hurry Love" was pretty amazing. I felt it was a bit rushed in the beginning but once she found her groove, she shone on the dance floor. Pasha is doing great with her and I think they can really win this all if they keep this up.

Jason and Daniella: Jason continues to nail his routines even though he still seems to be his toughest critic. He got to do a jive to "Do You Love Me" and it was the perfect song for this dance style. His face was much better this week - or maybe it just better matched the energy of the song. With how well he and Ariana are doing, Daniella may be facing her husband in the finals.

Charity and Artem: Artem has recovered from COVID and has been reunited with Charity! Her father came to visit her in rehearsals as he's a big Motown fan and watched as she learned the foxtrot. She and Artem danced to "My Girl" and again, I felt it was technically proficient but she still hasn't found the emotional heart of dance yet. And if she wants to compete against Jason and Ariana as well as Xochitl, she is going to need to find to add some extra oomph to her routines.

Xochitl and Val: Xochitl closed out the night's competition with a foxtrot to "My Guy." It was her first slower routine with an elegant dance that required her to be more in hold. And she proved she could channel her energy and focus on such a routine. Val continues to do amazing work with her while keeping her age in mind like he did with Zendaya. Xochitl has the emotional connection to the music and can play a character while dancing, proving she could easily end up on the top of the leaderboard.

Lele and Brandon: Lele danced a cha-cha to "Super Freak" though she and Brandon did do a little nod to MC Hammer's "U Can't Touch This" with their dance moves. I enjoy watching Lele and I think she's a really great, positive person. I just can't figure out why she's now fallen into the middle of the pack and what she needs to propel out of it. Maybe I will put my finger on it soon but for now, I'm just going to enjoy watching her and Brandon dance.

Mira and Gleb: Mira had a rumba to "Let's Get it On," arguably one of the sexiest songs possible and perfect for a rumba. And she continues to look beautiful and handle the dances well but I think she's still letting her nerves get the better of her. She had hoped to lose herself in a character for this dance but she didn't really let herself. I could tell when she was thinking and it made the dance lose something. She needs to trust herself and Gleb if she wants to breakaway from the middle.

Barry and Peta: Barry shook off his low scores last week and returned with a pretty good tango to "Get Ready". There was more dancing for me this week and he didn't just seem to be hitting poses. He recalled meeting the Jackson 5 while on the Brady Bunch and experiencing the height of Motown so I think he let that experience inspire him to really succeed with his tango. I'm looking forward to seeing what he does next week!

Alyson and Sasha: I forgot which judge said it but I do agree that may Alyson and Sasha spent too long in the canoe before getting into their foxtrot to "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." Because when they did dance, they looked very good. Alyson continues to improve though I think she lost her footing once or twice. Her daughters were very sweet when they came to watch her at rehearsals and asking the judges to give their mom 10s. I am a bit surprised that the show had a "bottom three" and Alyson ended up there but she made it through so I look forward to seeing her perform in the next show.

Harry and Rylee: I think it was Harry's best dance so far this season though I don't think it was better than Mauricio's. There's still something awkward about him that Rylee hasn't managed to help him overcome yet. I think right now they are more focused on the technical aspects they have worked on the emotional. His face during the foxtrot was just all concentration and didn't match the song "Easy." So hopefully they can make him less awkward and start working on emotional connections soon.

Mauricio and Emma: Mauricio shook off last week's disaster and recovered for his foxtrot to "Working My Way Back to You" this week. It looked very graceful and I felt he was a bit more connected to the music than Harry. While he still needs to work on a few things, I think he could continue in this competition for a few more weeks still. Let's see what he can do.

Adrian and Britt: Adrian is still trying his best but I'm not sure if his best will help him win the competition. Unlike with other couples, I feel I was watching Britt more than him during their quickstep to "I Want You Back." He just kinda faded away. But I do appreciate Strahan's kind words to him while acknowledging their old rivalry. It was very sweet.

I found it interesting that Alfonso did mention the judges' save during the show. He said it was not in play "yet" which makes me wonder if they are planning on bringing it back more towards the end to again prevent a Bobby Bones situation. I don't really think we'll have one, especially since Harry did end up in the bottom three this time. So I guess we'll have to see.

Week 4 will celebrate Disney's 100th anniversary - so it's pretty much Disney week. Our remaining couples will dance to songs from the past ten decades of Disney magic and I'm sure there will be some Disney magic in the ballroom. Maybe even a sneak peek at its upcoming movie Wish.

See you then!

[gamerbearmira]

Agustin was about to land the final blow on the feared Bomb Queen when he felt something hit him in the side.

"No!" He heard a little voice shout as the surprise more than anything caused him to miss Bomb Queen and hit the ground a foot away from her.

Staring at what hit him he saw a tiny bomb child, a little girl with big green glasses and glaring at him with tears in her eyes.

"Mirabel no! What are you doing here?!" Bomb Queen seemed horrified to see the girl and despite her injuries she was scrambling to grab the girl and pull her away from Agustin who had a pit forming in his gut.

"He broke our hiding spot before you pulled him away. We...we saw him fight you mama. I couldn't...he was going to hurt you bad!" The little bomb said and Agustin's heart dropped to his feet. Mama?

The reason she terrorized this area, and he used terrorized loosely since it was mostly uninhabited and used mainly as a trader route, was because she had a family here. A little girl probably no older than five or six.

Agustin's mouth went dry as he saw two other little girls, only one of them looked like she might be ten, rush over as well and latching onto Bomb Queens legs as they glared at him. They were so small and were so scared but still glared at him.

Their hiding spot...that stack of blocks he hit because he thought she was hiding something. She attacked him furiously when he hit it and threw him away from there. He had been planning to see what she was hiding after he defeated her but...

But her kids were hiding there. Three little girls who saw this strange man attack their home out of nowhere and attack their mother.

"Babies no. Please run. Isa take your sister's and run." Bomb Queen was begging for her daughters to run...she was scared he'd attack them wasn't she?

His throat closed up. Those traders she attacked had probably attacked her or her daughters first. It was self defense. The ones she stole from he was willing to bet refused to sell things to her, he found it strange she threw money at them after stealing things but now...

Little green glasses started coughing suddenly and Agustin saw how her tiny cheeks were flushed red, not of anger but with fever, and how she swayed but stayed glaring at him. Her tiny shivering arms held out protectively to shield her mama and big sisters from him.

"Please run. You have to run and get Mira to medicine. Please Isa, Luisa!" Bomb Queen now looked frantic as tiny Mirabel swayed on her feet but still glared at him. Bomb Queen scooped the little girl up and handed her to the oldest looking girl and kissed them all on the head.

"Run run and don't look back. I won't let him hurt you." Bomb Queen said and despite how injured she was she looked more than ready to fight to the bitter end to keep him from reaching the children.

Agustin slowly dropped his hammer and held his hands up.

She was a mother trying to provide and take care of her babies, one of whom was sick.

He...he couldn't fight her anymore...

💥💥💥💥

NOOOOOOOOOOAURRRRRRR

You are. Trying to break my heart. Clearly. Clearly.

BUT STILL!!! Love how every misunderstands Julieta <3 She Fr just trying to buy some wares and medicine and these people think she’s going to attack them. LIKE. SHES OFFERING YOU MONEY…JUST SELL TO HER BRO 😭😭

Willing to bet she’s not even hostile most of the time, she be fighting for her and her childrens life and she doesn’t even make the first move. My heart is shattered. On the floor in pieces. Screaming.

Anyway, ignoring the fact that my heart is no longer in its place, onto the request you have received! This time it’s 2, your a celebrity 😩🤲✨

Anon asks:

“mama Isa AU: could you please write a snippet about the cool and warm color couples reuniting with the kids? And Antonio getting so confused, bless his little heart. Poor kid just wants run barefoot with the animals, but here are these strange people he's never seen in his life claiming to be his parents. And his primabuela is clearly not happy about them, either.”

alloutdisneyfan asks:

“Can snippet anon give their take on the wolf walker au? if they've seen the movie and want to of course!”

Have fun 🏃‍♀️💨💨💨 you got fans bro!!

[r6shippingdelivery]

Wish we had more lore on the relationships between ops. I mean we have IQ, Valkyrie and Finka all being workout buddies while finka herself is friends with doc, tachanka and blitz. Cav and echo are friends apparently. Frost and nomad are friends while nomad, Twitch and aruni travel together so they might be friends.

Meanwhile....

Who is zofia friends With?

Who is friends with oryx

Or Ela?

Ash is only really friends with Castle and sees Thermite as a brother so not much there

On one hand, I wish there was more lore, indeed! On the other hand, as time passed and I saw how the writers handed Siege lore... I think I want them as far away from my favs as possible, and I'll make the lore myself, thanks 😂

I think neither Ela nor Zofia probably had many friends in Rainbow, partially because their strained relationship and quarrels bled into everything and it's very uncomfortable for a third party to get dragged into it (neither sister has any chill, I be anyone around them has seen them fight multiple times). However, Zofia strikes me as more repressed and self-isolated than her sister, thanks to Jan Bosak's A+ parenting (sarcasm very much intended). Ela might have been on friendly terms with other artists (Glaz, obviously, maybe Nomad since she draws maps on her journal), maybe to other rebellious figures (I think she could have gotten along with Clash, Cav and Lion, imo). But ultimately she seems too selfish/self-centered -it's all about her family situation and how she feels suffocated by it- so she was easily swayed into leaving for NH.

Oryx's only known relationship is with Kaid, and it's a clear master/mentor at best, boss/grateful employee at worst. I've always wondered how the three Fortress operators fit together, and what Oryx and Nomad's relationship is. Do they get along like mere acquaintances, or as two exasperated siblings? Or maybe they just don't particularly care or like each other? Is there a rivalry between them for Kaid's approval, does he favor one more?

About Ash, Harry's board from The Hammer and The Scalpel gave us a lot of info, and most of the threads coming from her are green! We know she has some sort of cat & mouse game going on with Caveira, she greatly respects Thatcher, Tachanka and Doc despite having different approaches to leadership than they do, and she excahnges technical knowledge and expertise with Fuze! We also know from more recent lore that she gets along with Mira much better than she used to (their old rivalry seems gone).

[scarlet-rose22]

tainted trio

So Julieta was done with Bruno,Agustin, and everyone else,somehow Mira got into Casita and broke her down,telling her that she was a disgrace to mothers everywhere, that she was disappointed in her and failed her as a mother, calling her a traitor and a coward. Hammering in that it was her fault she was like this, the broken woman agreed and begged Mira to be her mama again, the teen agreed under one condition "Help me destroy the miracle?" the woman paused because she was scared of the puta that birthed and raised her,but she desperately wanted Mirabel's love plus that dam hunk of wax was the cause of all of this pain, sadness, and madness, so she agreed because nothing else mattered anymore except the love of her hija and making her happy and if destroying the miracle would make Mira happy and love her again then so be it. So Mira goes back to the barn with a bunch of food and things from before she got kicked out, and then Dolores attacked Tio Bruno in self defense, Juli ran to her sobrina and they packed their bags along with Mirabel's, then sent her to the barn telling her that her primita will keep her safe, she goes up to Alma's room to take out the cause of this and gets blasted and scarred along her face, neck, arms, torso, and legs.

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

This... Is BGNN

Things you might want to know, for Mar 16, 2023. (NOTE: Lots of catching up going on here.)

Oscars 2023: Paul Sorvino Left Out of In Memoriam, Mira Sorvino Reacts — I’m 100% with Mira on this… leaving Paul out of the broadcast was incredibly ham-fisted and stupid. He was an institution on his own merits, and he sired an Oscar winner whose career was derailed by a scumbag that Hollywood as a whole empowered. The least they could have done was directly honor her old man’s life and passing.

Sammi Giancola STUNS Castmates, Returns to Jersey Shore Set Unannounced! — They must have given her an ironclad promise that Ronnie will never be anywhere near the show when she’s there. Hell, they may have promised her that he’s gone for good.

James Gunn Is 'Superman: Legacy' Director — It will probably be better than anything in the Snyderverse. But that won’t mean it’s worth the trouble.

5,000-mile wide "blob" of seaweed headed for Florida — I’m surprised no one has called me in, seeing as I’m something of an expert on the subject of blobs.

WSJ News Exclusive | U.S. Threatens Ban if TikTok’s Chinese Owners Don’t Sell Stakes — As Jon Gruber recently pointed out, the Chinese impose a 100% tariff on US social media services… they block all of ‘em. So dropping the hammer on TikTok looks like a solid trade policy as well as a curb on foreign interference and surveillance.

Quentin Tarantino Sets 'The Movie Critic' as Tenth and Final Movie — I’ve watched ‘em all, and I’ll watch ‘em ‘til the end.

Developer shows how OpenAI's GPT-4 can create iPhone apps using SwiftUI — And now we know why Apple’s AR/VR team has been dropping hints about users being able to “build their own apps” for mixed-reality… they’re clearly building their own LLM, and describing the app you want is the future of automation.

Paris: Notre Dame Cathedral set to reopen in December 2024

SunnyD releases an alcoholic version for depressed 90s kids — As someone who hated that overly-viscous orange sludge, I find this more amusing than exciting.

NASA monitoring asteroid with 1 in 625 chance of hitting Earth on Valentine's Day 2046 — Now I have something I want to live to see.

The first issue of The Maxx came out 30 years ago this month — The comic itself was important, but the resulting show was more so. It was one of MTV’s greatest contributions to the world of animation, and easily the most successful “motion comic” ever made. If you haven’t seen this story of a “freelance social worker”/trauma victim, her decapitated stalker/kidnapper/rapist, and the bulbous blue homeless guy/vigilante/universe-spanning superhero who tries to protect her from the world and herself, you need to address that problem.

Unpleasant millionaire insists on bothering women sitting next to him on planes — Entitled men of minimal consequence and maximum money are the bane of humanity.

Healthcare Data Hack Included Congress Members, Affected 56,000 People — They need some perspective.

Big Starry Sur — Basic Apple Guy — Absolutely beautiful, Midjourney-generated wallpapers for your desktop, iPad, and phone.

Jon Bernthal Returning as Punisher on Daredevil: Born Again — Good. With a few exceptions, casting was one of the strengths of the Netflix/Marvel universe.

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SNL's Waffle House skit serves up delicious dramedy — This was actually solid stuff, with a well-executed ending… and SNL isn’t known for sticking the landing.

Microsoft Outlook for Mac Is Now Free to Use — For those of you who know how to use email.

Robert Blake, embattled actor of ‘In Cold Blood’ and ‘Lost Highway’ fame, dead at 89