#olli: *dies of fondness*

[theflyingfeeling]

helloooo just sent you a long ass ask but apparently Tumblr just decided to.. not send it 🥲 anyway here it is again

inspired by your hyperanalyses earlier I also decided to hyperanalyse an old interview 😇 I watched this interview from summer of 2022 and it was such a goldmine I had forgotten!

first of all, they both looked absolutely miserable the whole interview 😔

..but luckily they got each other 🥰

they also kept glancing at each other the whole time 🤧

(yes I decided Olli’s looking at Aleksi and not Porko thank you)

and now let’s move on to my favourite part..

the interviewer asked them ”what do you do when no one is watching” and guess what?! this was Olli’s reaction:

😭😭!! unfortunately we can’t see Aleksi’s reaction but I think we both know exactly what they were thinking about 🤭👀

but yeah that’s pretty much it! poor babies were super tired, according to Niko they had slept just for an hour and knowing these two fuckers they probably didn’t sleep at all (😉)

thank you byeeee

hiiiii aaahhh I remember this interview, not least because poor Olli in particular looks (and sounds) so tired 🥺🤲 perhaps he should’ve given sleeping a try, rather than boning his secret lover the entire night 🙄

and I mean, Niko said they drink wine and listen to classical music, and isn’t that exactly what Olli and Aleksi do sometimes? maybe the genre of the music is not always classical but the thought is there, and ohhhhhh what if this is Niko again being (or trying to be) sneaky and making a reference to whatever Olli and Aleksi have going on?? 👀 because Olli's expression at that question fjskfjldfksfkf honey are you even trying 😭😂😭

thanks for the ask and particularly those gifs!! gonna look at them very hyperanalysingly for the rest of the night until I can't keep my eyes open anymore 👁️👄👁️

[manicpixiefelix]

head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 12.

Summary: Reuniting with Venetia was always an interesting experience. Many people - everyone else who lives at Saltburn included - wonder why you put up with the way she speaks to you, the way she treats you. You wonder how they can't see that it's so much more than that.

{ masterpost }

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied pseudo-incest, nonsexual intimacy with Venetia but no smut

A/N: 3644 words. i know i said there's be ollie this chapter, but i needed to set up a few more things around the house; specifically venetia and what her whole deal is with the reader. i love her, she breaks my entire heart. i know i should have edited this one but oh well, here, eat up friends.

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Never once has Venetia been gentle with the way she speaks to you; she is sharp lines and bitter tongues and laughs and moans that edge on jagged. Nothing about her seems capable of regarding you, or sometimes even treating you, with gentleness, yet she demands it from you in everything you do.

She picks you apart the moment she sees you again, like nails over every inch of your being she pries apart who you've become in her absence, but ends it all by telling you that you're still frustratingly attractive.

"Thought that would change."

"Do you think that every time?"

"Prepare for the worst and hope for the best," she sighs with a wry smile.

"My potential descent into unattractiveness is... hope?"

"Preparing, obviously; I'm very fond of you, I don't hope you get ugly," obviously, says her eye roll. Its a compliment, says her eye roll.

Still, you know Venetia well enough, know her bitter tongue belies a sweetness she could never speak out loud.

All you'd come down in is your bathers, and an old, large button down that Felix liked to swan around the house in. Which Venetia insists you leave on, lest you get yourself burnt, though you roll your eyes and shrug it off anyways, draping it over the parasol-protected banana lounge that Venetia had claimed with her towel. Venetia herself looks like something out of countless fantasies, and even more Summer magazine centre folds, the sequins of her silver bikini shining in the sunlight.

Venetia is a shiny, pretty thing, eye catching; large sunglasses and shiny lip gloss and a body that glows and shines with what you hope is sunscreen but know is just moisturiser and tanning oil. Untouched by anything but the sun and herself on this searing afternoon, wanting and waiting for her entertainment, for you.

Venetia's gentleness lives and dies in her desires, in the way she wants. Her needs, her demands are always met, but her wants she'll never be able to put to words. So you learned to figure her out for yourself; if she loves you for it, she'll never say it out loud.

Wading into the water, towards the floating chair she's so elegantly draped herself across, you keep your hands above the water's surface, keep them dry as you reach her. With every step her smile grows wider, and you place your hand on her ankle, hand gliding up her warm leg in casual greeting. Calf, knee, thigh, soft and warm and dry, and your hand comes to rest on her belly, your fingers splayed out, cooler than her sun-soaked skin, and she giggles. The anticipation makes her giddy. Her hand comes to rest on yours, though never to take your hand; she wants to be touched more than she wants to hold, that's why when she shifts carefully on her buoyant seat, she makes sure that it's not so drastic that you'd have to move your hand from her skin.

"You kept me waiting," already there's a hint of faux disapproval on her tongue when she greets you properly, or as properly as you were going to get from her. Instead of dignifying that with a real response, you roll your eyes, and lean in to kiss her on the cheek. Giving a huff at your non-answer, she does however take your face in her free hand before you can pull away, giving you a kiss on the cheek in response.

"Hello to you too, Ven," you half laugh, but she's still holding your face, holding you close, for longer than was necessary. Letting you go, she lifts her glasses with that same hand to finally get a proper look at you. A strange, accusatory glimmer there amongst the mirth and mischief.

"I thought you kept me waiting because you were freshening up," it almost sounds betrayed, settling the glasses on top of her head. How could she have known that kind of thing? Why would she care if you hadn't?

"Didn't think it would matter; I was getting in the pool anyways," you pointed out as nonchalantly as possible, but she just reiterated that you'd kept her waiting, like it was the end of the world. Something about her suddenly intrigued gaze had you growing flustered, wondering what it was about you that had her so incensed.

In the next instance, she's slid from her seat and into the water beside you without hesitation. There's now something determined in her eyes when she takes your face in both hands, kissing you. Venetia has always been direct, has always taken for granted that you'd bend to her whims in most instances. Like this one. Your arms wind around her as if on instinct. There's nothing sweet about it, nipping at your lips insistently, tongue in your mouth -

"Oh my god," she pulls back, eyes wide with what you're pretty sure is disbelief, like she's come to an urgent realisation.

"It's so good to be home; how have you been lately?" You ask breathlessly, deeply confused about her attitude and trying to give her a hint that even for her this is a strange greeting. But then her lips are on yours again, pulling you in, all teeth and tongues and gasping furiously into your mouth. Somewhere in all of this, you pull her close, hands beneath her thighs and letting her wrap her legs around you under the water.

"It hasn't even been an hour!" She cries this time when she pulls back from you, looking almost like she's on the verge of laughter or perhaps screaming, "wash your mouth out! What is wrong with you?" Despite the fact that she'd just given you the kind of kiss that would put Hollywood to shame. Twice.

"Not drinking chlorine for you, Ven," you tell her, amused, while still holding her secure against you. Displeased with your answer, she pushes away from your chest with both hands, and you let her go, let her splash you as she makes a face.

"Don't drink it, christ," she rolls her eyes, as if she believes you're being wilfully stupid about the whole thing.

"Then I'll just taste like chlorine," you pointed out, wading over to her. The answering smile you get is particularly mean.

"I'd rather you taste like chlorine than Felix," despite all the questions and implications her disdainful words raise, you match her energy, smiling back with a blithe confidence as you approach her once more.

"You sure you mean that, Vennie?"

Immediately, Venetia is scarlet, spluttering, playing exceptionally well at being horrified by your implications, if not for the ease with which she lets herself get wrapped up in you once more.

"You're gross, you're awfully gross, you both are. I can't believe -" she tells you, looks in your eyes like she's determined to make you believe it, "I'll wash your mouth out myself," she threatens, and you nod while not trying particularly hard to hide your amusement. With a childlike scowl she dips herself mostly underwater, still encircled loosely by your arms, scowling at you all the while. Like a little, blonde crocodile, nose and eyes making sure you're watching her every move, taking her and her threat seriously.

When she surfaces, cheeks puffed out and presumably filled with water, you have to let her go for how hard your laughing. Then the chase is on.

The first mouthful of water she loses to her own laughter, and shouting at you to stop trying to get away, while you thrash through the length of the pool. Every so often she almost catches you, but you splash her and wriggle free and she shrieks with faux offense. Until she's got you pinned to the side of the pool, water just up past your waist, and a devilish look of triumph in her eyes.

At first she taps her lips expectantly. Of course her mouth is once again full to bursting with pool water. Shaking your head adamantly, you try and lean away, still faintly laughing, but Venetia changes tact.

Instead of caging you against the side, she carefully wraps her arms around your neck, gaze turning soft and fond and amused as she leans in. You know what she's doing, but you let her have it this time.

Winding your arms around her waist, you let her shotgun a mouthful of pool water into your mouth, and try not to laugh to keep it from going down your airways or up your nose. Venetia, in triumph, the moment she knows the water is in your mouth, she pulls back and clamps her hand over your mouth, looking altogether too proud of herself.

Drenched, beautiful, and grinning from ear to ear, the look in her eyes betrays just how into you, or at the very least into this moment, she is.

"Wash your mouth out before you come anywhere near me next time," she orders in a firm whisper that's definitely doing more for you than you'd like to admit. Possibly for Venetia too, considering how she's unable to wipe the smile off of her own face, "you filthy, little doggie."

No-one, maybe not even Felix, is ever allowed to find out how quickly those words have you all but melting at her command. The fight drains from you, and God all you want is to be good, good, good. Judging by Venetia's pleased reaction, she can feel the moment you start to submit, can probably see it in your eyes. Her hand stays over your mouth until she's satisfied you've swished the water around enough, and you spit the water back out to the side, instead of at her like you'd been intending to before she'd called you out.

"Can't believe you said that to me, really, Y/N," she sighed, shaking her head. Neither of you moved; you flush against the side of the pool, and Venetia pressed flush to you.

"So you're the only one who can say things in the hopes of getting manhandled?" Giving a sheepish grin, even if you don't fully believe what you're saying, there's a semblance of self-satisfaction when Venetia gives in. She grabs your chin and pulls you in for one more rough kiss, pressing against you, trapping you in this moment. A rare instance in which she gives you what she thinks you want.

But some of your bite is coming back.

"So does the chlorine taste better?" You smirked. Immediately she splashes you with a wave of water to the face. By the time you've spluttered through a recovery, she's halfway to the stairs.

"I hate you," is not a real answer to the question, but that's okay, you weren't really looking for one as much as you had been looking to rile her up, "and you've made me all wet - shut it -" she warns, cutting off the crude joke you both knew you were about to make, as she starts up the pool stairs with determination, "and you've ruined my beautiful afternoon plans."

Waiting at the top of the stairs, she turns back to you, simply watching her with a grin, giving you an impatient gesture. Your smile widens, but still, you obligingly follow her.

Even while mad at you, Venetia was a creature of predictable desires. Very rarely did her frustration with you outweigh the benefit of your company to her, and now was no different. Drying yourselves off with her towel, the only one either of you had brought down, it seems her mood is already lightening once more, letting you know that she'd gotten her hands on the latest Harry Potter novel. When she pulls the book out from where she'd stashed it under the long lounge, she picks up Felix's shirt and tosses it to you.

You know to put it on, just like you know not to comment on it.

Without asking, nor having to be asked, you settle yourself on the lounge chair and insistently pat the space beside you; almost enough for Venetia.

"Let me read over your shoulder," an incredibly flimsy excuse that you both see through, but she still settles herself on the lounge chair too. There's not quite enough room, so you're almost on your side, arm around Venetia's shoulders, head resting against hers, pressed up against her whole side. Legs curled up together, your other hand once more comes to rest on her lower belly, casually intimate, warm, tips of your fingers just barely tucked into her bikini bottoms. You're not reading; your face pressed so close to her's is proof enough of that.

"Your eyelashes are tickling my cheek," in these moments she sounds so much younger than she is. The peel of laughter that rings out from her as you nuzzle your face further against her cheek, pointedly fluttering your eyelashes, it reminds you of the way she'd laugh at the sleepovers the two of you shared in the first few years of meeting each other.

And you settle back down, angling your face only slightly to keep your lashes from bothering her, and rub faint circles against the soft skin of her stomach with your thumb. Venetia opens her book, and finally relaxes.

It's been a long time since you'd seen Venetia fully relax around anyone who wasn't you. You wonder if anyone else has noticed, has wondered, has thought to figure out the how and why of the girl beside you. Contrary to popular belief, it's been a long time since Venetia's actually sought you out for sex. Constant lewd flirting and suggestive texts aside.

So much of Venetia's self worth was tied to being sexually attractive. Pretty and fashionable and fuckable. Needed biblically, carnally. Pick up, use, put down. There was such a thrill in being wanted that it took her too long to understand why she was hollow; don't let me go felt selfish for her to even think. But you'd learned to read through the things she leaves unsaid.

Sex she could get anywhere, but the touch-starved Venetia knew you understood the truth of what she wants. It's why she treated you like furniture, like she was entitled to your personal space.

You often find yourself wondering if Venetia only touches you in ways she wishes she could touch Felix. More casually than even now, and many still would consider their relationship too close. You are kind and loving and playful and a wonderful friend, but you are nothing of real substance to her; you are a warm body and the closest she can be to Felix half the time.

For anyone else it would be too hot for this kind of proximity, but never for Venetia. So you drown in the heat of her skin pressed against hers, and let yourself drift asleep in the peaceful afternoon.

It's a sleep so peaceful that you don't even properly wake when her soft chatter infects your hazy mind. Farleigh's voice drifts through your head and this haze -

"- no-one tells me anything," you can hear Venetia pouting without even opening your eyes. Her book must be closed because she's got a hand on your thigh, bringing your leg further over her.

"Of course they don't, you should have seen both of them earlier when I accidentally implied -"

"Careful, Farleigh," you yawned, carefully snuggling further against Venetia. The pair are quiet for a few long seconds, but your eyes remained closed.

"See what I mean?" Farleigh eventually breaks the rather tense silence with a wry, pointed comment.

"Can't believe you didn't tell me we were having a guest," Venetia sounds like she's sulking, but you just make a noncommittal hum in the back of your throat, "feeling possessive of our impending Mister Quick, are you, pet?" And you feel her fingers gentle on your cheek, taking your face in her hand and lifting you to look her in the eyes. Cracking your eyes open, you level a flat gaze at her. Also, you realise how long you must have been sleeping; it's sunset.

"Simply giving you space to form your own opinions of him, Ven," you told her, gaze sliding pointedly to Farleigh, who had splayed himself out on the opposing lounge chair. He stuck his tongue out at you.

"I'm a big girl, pet; I just want to know what you think, what I should expect."

God, the Catton siblings are phenomenal at playing innocent in a way that's completely and utterly unconvincing.

Venetia's still holding your face close, gaze sharp and demanding an answer. Maybe you should untangle yourself from her, from this conversation, but something about being around her always made you want to play along, even if out of spite.

"I think it doesn't matter what I say," you tell her softly, speaking with an honesty you don't often allow yourself around most of the Cattons, or even Farleigh, "nor do I think it matters what Farleigh says, no matter how cruel he is about Ollie," everything about your tone, your expression, the way your grip on her retracts as much as you're able, it comes as a surprise to her, and judging by your peripheries, Farleigh too, "you're going to want him, adore him; Oliver is unconventionally wonderful, and you are Venetia Catton."

"The actual fuck do you mean by that?" She pulls away, struggling to her feet with a scowl, and you relax fully into the spot she'd just abandoned. By this time you smile up at her, warm, adoring.

"I mean it is in your nature to love," it's not entirely a lie, but Venetia only sees the truth in it, the fondness. Her irritation softens, "I mean no opinion will ever matter above yours, and I know you, Ven; you're hardwired into your own brand of love at first sight." It's an incredibly, meticulously diplomatic cover for your earlier, far harsher statement. Farleigh's watching you like you're a magician before his very eyes; Venetia, thankfully, doesn't look at him.

Sitting back down gingerly on the edge of the lounge, she gives into your sweet words when you softly tell her you love her. She doesn't say it back - she never will - but she kisses you on the forehead before standing again.

"Almost thought you were being a bitch again," she tells you loftily, wrapping her towel around her waist like a skirt, cocking her hip, "and I've about had it up to here with you and your -"

"Yapping?" You supplied, playing up the canine allegations just to see the way she fails the hide the quirk of her lips, the dead give away that she's desperate to smile.

"Yapping, exactly." And she turns swiftly on her heel, trying her best to storm away. When you call out that you'll see her at dinner, she flips you off. If you look to Farleigh, you think you might be able to see the cogs turning in his mind. Slowly, his mouth opens, then there's a distinct look in his eyes that says he thinks better about whatever he was going to say, and he closes it once more.

"Spit it out."

"I actually don't think I will," at least he admits it, "I think I'm in awe of your way with words and I'm gonna keep the rest to myself," he looks out at the pool, at the grounds beyond it, tucking his hands behind his head.

"Farleigh -"

"No," he says firmer, and looks at you, but his expression isn't harsh, "I think you're right; I think we should have our own opinions, and I don't want mine to get in the way of our friendship," surprisingly, he sounds very genuinely sincere; it hits the centre of your chest, and you take a moment to consider his words. "Oliver Quick," still the barest bit of disdain, but he's clearly trying, "is someone you and my cousin clearly care about; end. Of. Sentence." It does look like it pains him to say, but you're grateful nonetheless.

For a very long time, the two of you lay in comfortable silence, side by side, as the sun turn the world gold-red-lilac-blue around you. Just as you feel like you should go and get dressed for supper, you can't help but try again.

"Come on, what were you going to say -?" You don't even finish the teasing question before Farleigh blurts out -

"Just how good was Oliver's dick for you to actually be this possessive of him before he even gets here?"

And the question makes you absolutely burst out laughing, a sound which Farleigh thankfully echoes. The cathartic release is greatly welcomed as you both stand. Wrapping your arm around Farleigh's waist as the two of you head back, but he's still waiting for the answer he knows you're not nearly too shy to give.

"I'm not possessive," you justify immediately, though Farleigh's snort gives away that he doesn't even begin to believe you, "but you can never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever tell Venetia -"

"That good?" Farleigh sounds incredibly sceptical, but you go quiet; you wonder if he can tell how smug you're being right now. Clearly, after a moment of silence, the disbelief in his voice gives him away; "seriously; that good?" You make an affirmative noise in the back of your throat, "okay," Farleigh actually sounds a little impressed, "Felix's jealousy makes a little more sense; I assume he knows?"

"Of course he knows," you shake your head dismissively, "and he's not jealous," anymore, you leave off the end.

"Am I jealous of you?" Farleigh murmurs, mostly as a joke, but knowing him there's at least part of him considering it, "who would have guessed; Oliver Quick."

For the first time when Farleigh says his name, there's only intrigue on his tongue.

[damianbugs]

Batman: Universe (2020) written by Bendis and illustrated by Nick Derington was one of the most charming and lovely batman comic i have read in a really long time. it's a silly time travel story!!! and only six issues long!

SPOILERS AHEAD, here are some out of context panels that just really amused me;

i really enjoyed how casual batman is with the people in gotham. like yeah, bruce regularly spooks residents when he grapples up the side of their building, and stops for a quick chat. the young new cops aren't exactly sure how to handle batman while others are too used to him to care anymore.

then the whole interaction with green arrow (issue 2) was SO fun! i am so fond of them and they're rarely in enjoyable comics together anymore. i particularly loved this little detail:

at first bruce calls him oliver, but as the situation becomes increasingly more dangerous, he switches to calling him ollie! i am very normal about this.

THE BATLANTERN MOMENT. this whole part of the story (issue 3 & 4) was just, very sweet. it was a perfect balance of them being prickly to each other, while also sticking close and working really well.

this part of the story also features cowboy bruce and hal (sort of)!

...and then bruce was really worried about hal when he lost control and vanished from the past (he's fine), so much so that later in the story when he's dying, he mentions that he hopes green lantern is okay (in the present, hal leaves bruce a voice message to say he is okay, and hopes bruce is safe too).

oh right yeah so bruce dies (for like, a page, thank you confusing time travel mechanics) and THIS IS WHAT HE SAYS TO ALFRED:

I AM SORRY YOU CAN'T HEAR ME.. TELL YOU.. HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.. I REALLY DO........ bruce wayne when i get you (issue 4).

AND THEN!!!! DICK ARRIVES (issue 5)!!!!!! i was hoping we'd get to see damian when bruce returned to the present, or that robin would come along on the time travel shenanigans, but this moment happened and i didn't even mind. it was so lovely. the duo of all time always.

a lot happens after this moment (issue 6), but these little panels really spoke to me. look at him. sitting criss cross apple sauce in the face of absolute doom. the pastel coloured eternal hell was also very funny to me, as was bruce then literally jumping between different periods of time during the final fight — but i have run out of space to share those. you need to go look at them for yourself.

so idk, READ IT !!!!!!

[lovelybee666]

♥EXTRAS♥

Drawings

Catnap!

Random drawings!(Dogday, Bobby Bearhug, Ganyu, Emu Otori, Nene Kusanagi and ocs!)

Random drawings!(Goldie, Mafuemu, Emu Otori, Bobby Bearhug x Dogday + Hoppy Hopscotch, Yandere!Catnap x Reader)

Opinions

Nothing here!

GIFS

GIF Nightcord at 25

Random stuff

1. Starting to go crazy

2. Finalizing requests after hours

3. I take a nap and wake up with 100 likes

4. I forgot Bubba Bubbaphant existed

5. I accidentally deleted requests

6. being a typewriter machine

7. I need Dogday x reader content

8. WHY DID THEY NOT USE THE SMILING CRITTERS AS A GUIDE?

9. Imagine yandere Catnap

10. I need more Craftycorn requests

11. I'm not the only one who thinks Mommy takes care of the Smiling Critters like children, right?

12. Smash

13. BEST HAZBIN HOTEL SONG‼️‼️

14. Ranking yandere Smiling Critters

15. Moving forward with requests!

16. I have a theory...(I'm just delulu)

17. HOW THE FUCK DOGDAY IS SO BIG?

18. Maybe Bobby is alive

19. 100 followers!!

20. I'm starting to get TOO fond of Bobby Bearhug

21. Bobby Bearhug x Dogday

22. "I love your pfp"

23. Catnap :3(plus, Bubba)

24. I want to upload content from project sekai

25. Random screenshots I took playing pj sk

26. Fluff alphabet Craftycorn

27. Fanfic complaints i have

28. I got Rilliane

29. WTF THAT BOY??

30. I'M SO LESBIAN

31. PIN(Ñ)ERA FINALLY DIED!!

32. i'm so dumb

33. TWIN??

34. I hate my internet

35. Poppy playtime ranking

36. MIZUKI WHY

37. Yandere!Catnap picking his S/O

38. 100 publications

39. Swapverse(underverse)

40. I need fanfics of Muffet and Papyrus😭

41. They're kinda...😍

42. Y'all must see this beautiful drawing of Catnap

43. When i write for Bobby and Crafty i think of them

44. Little reminder(Xtale Papyrus)

45. I LOVE X!PAPYRUS SM

46. I WILL BE IN THE ✨BEACH✨

47. I LOVE SDRA2💗💗

48. WHY??

49. IT WAS GOING TO SOUND SO CRINGE

50. WHAT.THE.FUCK.

51. I'm about to finish 3 requests

52. Ideas(Bobby x Dogday)

53. She's called "Daddy"

Surveys

Favorite Smiling Critters(closed)

Who should I make a fluff alphabet for?(closed)

Favorite episode of Poppy Playtime (closed)

Who should do fluff alphabet after Dogday? (closed)

Poppy playtime favorite feline(closed)

Opinion about Miss Delight(closed)

Who do I continue with the fluff alphabet after Craftycorn?(closed)

What was the worst death(closed)

Favorite character from chapter two of Poppy playtime?(closed

Catnap deserved to die?(closed)

What's your opinion about the episode 3 of Poppy playtime?(closed)

Do you trust Poppy?(closed)

Should I write for Yandere Simulator?(closed)

do you prefer Dogday or Catnap?(closed)

Favorite Huggy?(closed)

Opinion about Catnap?(closed)

Opinion about Dogday?(closed)

Will you celebrate Valentine's Day?(closed)

How was your Valentines Day?(closed)

Opinion about the Prototype?(closed)

Do you trust Ollie?(closed)

PJ or Dogday?(closed)

PJ pug a pillar(closed)

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[atruththatyoudeny]

Happy 28th! Thank you to all fandom authors for continuously sharing their wonderful work with us ♥ Here are all the fics I read and enjoyed this month:

Heat Wave | wildwinters | a/b/o - single parent - strangers to lovers - light angst - romance - 64k Italy, 2018. Summer in Italy is sticky, especially in Marina di Pietrasanta. Louis Tomlinson, a soft and independent omega, goes to spend his holidays there with his daughter Alice. He has rented a vacation home built on a large estate owned by one Harry Styles, a kind-hearted alpha who is not very fond of children, but he tries. A lot can happen in fifteen days.

In Any Universe | Chelsea Frew | amnesia - mpreg - angst - homophobia - 56k Harry and Louis are happy. Yes, they are closeted, but they love each other and love their jobs as members of One Direction. Their happiness is shattered when they are in a car accident and Louis wakes up having forgotten the last five years of his life. He doesn't remember being on The X-Factor, being a part of One Direction or, most devastating, Harry. Estranged from the love of his life when Louis retreats to what he does remember, Harry discovers that he's pregnant. What will he do if Louis doesn't recover his memory, and he's faced with being a single parent? What will he do without Louis?

Endgame | brightgolden | a/b/o - royalty - enemies to lovers - pining - fertility issues - mpreg - hurt/comfort - 38k Harry has been told all his life how grateful he should be for being born as a male omega, and how blessed their people were because the heir to the throne would be carried by The King. What they neglected to tell Harry was what would happen if he failed to become pregnant. OR Where omega Crown Prince Harry Styles is trying and failing to get pregnant for four years, but all that is about to change when courtesan alpha Louis Tomlinson comes into the equation.

Of Course, Mr. Styles | countingcr0ws | spies Á secret agents - kid fic - fluff - romance - meet_cute - age difference - humor - 13k Harry's new babysitter is unlike the four before him. Louis Tomlinson with the blue eyes takes Harry's shirts without asking, buys enough boxes of cereal to feed a battalion, calls him a beetle in arguments, forces Harry to watch Grease the Musical with him, and wants Oliver to drink more milk just to see him be the tallest in class Harry feels guilty about asking for more. He doesn't know how to tell Louis to play blanket fort with him and Olly instead of staying out.

Stuck on me, stuck on you | anditsonlyforthebrave | mpreg - friends to lovers - pining - fluff - angst - 8k It’s not a big deal that Harry and Louis grew up together, and not a big deal that Harry is in love with Louis since he can remember. But it’s a big deal that Louis is pregnant and has no idea who the father is.

Where Love Grows | Neondiamond | single parent - neighbours - kid fic - implied mpreg - strangers to lovers - no smut - 6k When his husband leaves without warning only weeks after the birth of their first child, a struggling Harry is forced to move in with a work colleague and raise his newborn in the desolate, dreary outskirts of London. There, within the walls of a shitty apartment complex, he meets Louis Tomlinson, fellow struggling parent and hopeless romantic.

Naturally | Neondiamond | teachers - camping - pining - 6k When PE teacher Louis first gets assigned to be a chaperone on a weekend long camping trip with a bunch of high school seniors, he’s not too excited about it. That changes when he finds out his fellow Music teacher Harry, who Louis happens to have a massive crush on, is also coming.

The Greatest Thing | infinitelymint | fake/pretend relationship - fake marriage - enemies to friends to lovers - canon compliant - post-break up - angst - fluff - hurt/comfort - 164k “What’s that on your finger?” Louis asks, his voice higher than usual, slightly panicked as though he’s realised something that Harry hasn’t even begun to comprehend. Harry looks down on his right hand then, sees nothing and moves on to the left, and— Oh. A ring. Or, Harry and Louis haven’t spoken since the band broke up when a dangerous combination of Niall Horan, tequila, and an ordained Elvis impersonator means that the two of them have to embark on their biggest publicity stunt to date - together. (aka the semi-canon accidentally married in Vegas fic that has been seven years in the making)

I’d Walk Through Fire For You (Just Let Me Adore You) | Neondiamond | a/b/o - omega drop - hurt/comfort - fluff - pining - friends to lovers - 8k Firefighter Louis is having an uneventful shift at the station when a call comes in about a devastating fire in a nearby apartment complex. All of his worst nightmares become reality when he realises it’s where Harry, his best friend who he’s had a relentless crush on for years, lives, and that said best friend is stuck inside among the flames.

Only Look Ahead | hostagesfic | single parent - kid fic - friends to lovers - 72k Louis never intended to fall in love with Harry: not five years into their time together in the band, not when they’re living on opposite continents, and especially not when he’s the new dad to a tiny human with way too much personality for anyone under nine pounds. Yet somehow Harry manages to worm his way into Louis’ life with every bit of weird affinity for Swedish homegoods and expensive baby clothes that you’d expect.

my end and my beginning | lilliandherself | age difference - fluff - sexual tension - 25k “It’s alright, babe,” Louis murmurs, “I don’t mind you or any of your siblings seeing me as a mother figure. I’m quite honored that all of you trust me so much to think of me that way.” Wesley inhales deeply. “Okay, cool. I was really nervous about talking to you about it but it also felt weird to think of you as my mom and not tell you about it, you know?” Louis nods his head but doesn’t say anything. His mind is reeling and he feels a happy feeling crawling up his throat. When Louis starts as an intern at a new company, he becomes particularly fond of the boss’ five children. And maybe the boss himself as well.

Letting You In | Chelsea Frew | college/university - kid fic - fluff - mild angst - 13k Harry Styles begins university with a big secret--he has a baby daughter he is caring for all by himself. When Harry's grades begin to slip, fellow student Louis Tomlinson offers to help. As Louis begins to become a integral part of Harry's life, Harry has to decide whether to let Louis go or let him in on his secret.

[lindyloosims]

We've arrived at the funeral home, I'm very concerned about Heidi as her contractions are becoming more frequent. If she gives birth during the service, well it's an interesting story to tell the next generation and beyond but I do not like this one bit!

I just spotted our fomer foster child, Marion Crouch, heading to the service. I am honoured by her presence, she was very fond of Kacey as an infant, as Kacey was of her!

CLAIRE: *mutters* This is ridiculous!

HEIDI: Just-sit-down! *rapid breathing*

THEO: Heidi you okay?

HEIDI: No Theo I am not okay, I am in labour! Now sit down so we can get this over with will you?

OLLY: *mumbles* She'd better not die, I don't want to see another person I love die!

OLLY: Auntie Serenity? Is Heidi going to die?

SERENITY: No of course not Olly, sweetie why would you think that?

OLLY: Well mum died!

SERENITY: Olly your mum was an elder, it was her time. Heidi is far too young, don't worry my dear, she is going to be fine!

The service finally begins...

...and I am overcome with a wave of grief, harder than the last, how do I ever get through this?

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

[jbaileyfansite]

Old Jonathan Bailey’s interview with the OxfordMail (2013)

BROADCHURCH star Jonathan Bailey has paid tribute to his former English teacher for inspiring his acting career. 

The 25-year-old former Oxford schoolboy, who played newspaper reporter Olly Stevens in the smash-hit crime thriller, also said reading his own local newspapers – the Oxford Mail and The Wallingford Herald – helped him prepare for the role.

Mr Bailey, from Brightwell-cum-Sotwell, near Wallingford, fondly remembers reading Shakespeare in the sixth form at Oxford’s Magdalen College School with Dr David Brunton, who died in March 2007 after falling from the tower of the University Church of St Mary the Virgin Church in High Street.

Mr Bailey, who is now playing Cassio in the National Theatre production of Othello, told the Mail: “He was a brilliant man who taught us Othello for A-Level. I’d read it out loud in class with him playing Iago, so it is a fitting tribute to a fantastic teacher that I’m now playing Cassio.”

In Broadchurch, the former Benson Primary School pupil worked opposite top actors including David Tennant and Pauline Quirke.

His character, a junior reporter for the fictional Broadchurch Echo, finds himself in the middle of a murder investigation.

Mr Bailey said: “The Oxford Mail and The Wallingford Herald were of course my inspiration. Growing up in Benson I always read The Wallingford Herald – it was always on the kitchen table. The sense of community that is thrust into the home by local papers is so important.”

The ITV series drew in more than nine million viewers every week and had viewers on the edges of their seats until the murderer was revealed in the final episode, broadcast on April 22.

Filming for a second series is due to start next year.

Mr Bailey, who has also appeared in the popular Oxford detective drama Lewis, said: “In terms of Broadchurch’s success, I am totally shocked. It is great to be a part of something everyone wants to carry on watching.”

Mr Bailey’s father Stuart Bailey, former managing director of Rowse Honey in Wallingford, said: “We believe that it is important to follow your dream and are naturally very proud of Jonathan and what he has achieved. We were totally hooked on Broadchurch and looked forward to watching it every Monday evening.”

He added: “It is great that Jonathan was part of such a popular TV series and that Othello is proving so successful at the National.”

Alan Cooper, who has taught at Oxford’s Magdalen College School for 32 years, said: “Dr Brunton had a brilliant way of making Shakespeare come alive.He would be absolutely delighted. He was always very fond of Shakespeare.He would be thrilled that someone would be able to take that to the theatre.”

Of Mr Bailey, Mr Cooper added: “He is quietly successful. He clearly works hard and is very deserving of success.”

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[anonbinaryweirdo]

i think that one of my all time favorite OCS might be my dangan oc; Kristabelle Nakanishi

I've been roleplaying for like years now, but we first got into Danganronpa roleplays in like 2021-2022, but it was before I knew anything about it fr (fun facto; Oliver enters fandoms without knowing anything about said fandom, that way they're more like to get more into it by reading into the lore as time progresses)

I'm pretty sure the story was changed around a bit, because we soon started a childhood server, which is where we roleplayed our ocs/characters stories and developed the lore

Kristabelle was traumatized obviously like she's my OC she does NOT get a pass tf

ahe had a younger twin sister, and an older brother, who "died" in that same server, and she also had a girlfriend, who she ran away from because of something she was forced to do

her and her siblings were like test dummies for their father (Oliver stop projecting your daddy issues onto all of your ocNO.) BUT they were also raised assassins at a young age, this adding onto the trauma and abuse for obvious reasons

there was this orphanage that all the kids would go to to hang out, and that's where she met kokichi (and his twin sister, played by the same person), who ended up being her best friend and bonded through the trauma !

there was stitch, mia, sparks, mazuko, charlie/ollie, and kristabelle, as the og original character cast

eventually some bad things happened, and everyone separated, and kristabelle ran away, but not before getting to spend some last times with kokichi, who gave her a matching hairpin to remember each other by

now, this wasn't canon at first, but I had went offline for a bit and came back to the server (killing game) spamming me, like, "KRISTABELLE AND TOGAMI MAKE THEM FOUND FAMILY"

I was like lol why

"they're both rich, they both drink tea, they're both tall and sassy, I'd let them step on me (<-mia), they have a lot in common, theyre both kinda antags, they would be unsTOppable, MAKE THEM FOUND FAMILY." OKAY DAMN

so I did !

obviously they weren't fond of each other at first, but eventually they actually did become like an amazing fucking duo

again this was an alternate universe with a somewhat changed story, not everything will be entirely lore accurate <//3

they both fucked up trials, and almost found themselves being executed because of misunderstandings, took no one's shit fr

i think we merged killing games in this ⁉️ because we didn't wanna do separate ones for every game + we didn't want to necessarily have us in every game, so we put all three together, and oh my god it was so chaotic in the best way, everything was harder and much more hilarious but like traumatizing too

everyone obviously had like amnesia, except for stitch and Junko, who were the main masterminds ⁉️ so kokichi and kristabelle didn't even recognize each other, sadly

when they were kids they were inseparable

THE EXECUTIONS

stitch always came up with the executions for our OCS and they were so creative

I was heartbroken once because someone else's oc died and I liked them like NO⁉️

Oliver is getting off track, but like she's one of my best OCS I think personally, not counting my genshin OCS because then, Kristabelle would NOT be my favorite.

I wrote out

like

four? or three things for her, little snippets of her past and how traumatizing it was

I wrote out a full on death scene I was surprised with myself reading back on it

[navysealt4t]

⭐

:DD this lil snip is from when you died, my firefly

One afternoon, she goes below deck to find Ollie sitting at her desk. It’s still littered with unfinished diagrams and charts and tools. She would have liked to keep it in a nice state, but her passion projects had never been tidy. He’s crying and sniffling up a storm, and Jay hopes the crew didn’t forget to talk Ollie through grief. She can't imagine he's had to deal with death before. He is very sheltered. There’s not much she can do, just watching, but she tries. He sorts through the papers, setting them into piles and cleaning the oil off her tools. She quietly talks him through her drawings, even when he sets the paper into a neat pile. There’s so many projects she never got around to sharing with him. He would come racing down the stairs, nearly slamming face-first into the wall, just to see what she was currently tinkering. She looks at her charts, noticing a mistake caused by an alive Jay fueled by three cups of coffee. She instinctively picks up a pencil, already making the motion to flip the pencil to its eraser side, before realizing. 

i had SO MUCH FUN writing this little scene with jay and ollie. they r so very underrated in my opinion and like!!! i took this scene to kinda reflect on their relationship!! ollie really admires jay yknow and even if initially jay thought it’d be a terrible idea to be onboard (it still is in her opinion, he should be at home with his mom not thrown into danger) she’s so so fond of him. if jay was alive in this scene, she would be teaching ollie how to build a compass or some useful little knick-nack. but since she’s not really there, all she can do is pretend she is there and pretend like ollie isn’t mourning her :( god i forgot how unwell this fic made me

[runelocked]

NODS LIKE HE’S TAKING IN HIS DAUGHTER’S WORDS, THOUGH HIS MIND COULDN’T BE FURTHER AWAY. In fact, she could have told him anything — that she’d been to space, died and been revived, befriended the tooth fairy — and he’d have reacted the same. “Mm,” is what he says, absent, because his thoughts are turned towards the diner and what lies inside, too busy kicking himself for leaving his one bargaining chip behind at the most crucial moment, “I suppose you’re right.”

It’s not often he goes to the diner, these days. A busy schedule and rigid emotions keep him from visiting, though he’s found himself there more and more as the years have crept by. The whole place feels untouched by time, a horrible stasis within its walls, and it lingers now as it comes into view. William pauses for a second, gazing at it: before he tunes himself back into the present and to his company. Turning a half-apologetic (or at least rueful) expression to Ollie as he realizes he hadn’t really heard a single word she’d said to him. Oh well. Plenty of time to chat when he’s got what he wants.

“Coming?” He asks casually, gesturing to the diner across the street. The lights of the place flicker dimly, and it feels washed in a grimy light that reminds him of home. He and Ollie are so different in that respect: Ollie had run from everything; William had tied himself to it. (But isn’t Ollie here now? Nobody really gets out of Hurricane forever, he’s realizing.) “It’s quieter from when you last visited. We — I — branched out, opened up better locations. Left this old girl to rust over.” The expression he shoots at the diner is softer and more fond than almost any look he’d ever given his own children. “We won’t be long inside. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was no one else in there at all.”

CONTINUED. / @feardrummed

[crashpill]

Wellie

Name: Hester Catch

Age: 38

Gender: Female

Residence: Maidenholm

Job: Hobby Artist

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Green and Blue

Family: She lived in an Wealthy Family with two sisters. Hester was the youngest, but the least favorite. She made the best of it. She is very intelligent but quite reserved. Her family abandoned her.

Relationship: In a relationship with Constable Whistler (No longer single)

Special features: Stutters, scar on her throat, several scars on her right arm.

Likes:

Tea

Enjoys drawing

Uncle Jack

Music

Red rank and Blue Rank bobbies

Peace and quiet.

Favorite song: Cheer Up

Dislikes:

Alcohol

Miss Byng

Stress

Crowds

Loud noises

Backstory:

She left her family at the age of 18. They didn't care at all. The only things she took with her were a few clothes, money, and a picture of her deceased mother.

(Her mother died from severe injuries during the war. Her father, her two sisters, and she survived the war in their own bunker.)

She set out to build a new life for herself until she arrived in Wellington Wells. As she's quite introverted, it was initially difficult for her to find something to do. She painted some pictures for people and sold them on the street. Her stuttering makes her rarely talk to others, but when she encounters bobbies, she's always happy, and her stuttering fades a bit during their conversations.

She initially tolerated Joy quite well, but over time, she goes through phases when she feels bad, even with Joy.

During these phases, she stays at home for days, which has led to conflicts with doctors. Nevertheless, she manages to fake her happiness. She's afraid of getting caught one day.

She dislikes talking about her family as she mostly has bad memories of them.

Her father used to beat her often and treated her like his own slave; her scars, which she doesn't like showing, are from him.

She's not fond of being in crowds and rarely socializes with people. She would say she has no friends because she rarely has the courage to talk to others due to her stuttering. However, she still enjoys engaging in conversations with others, especially with the bobbies. She often gets along best with them.

She prefers to draw at home where she lives alone, listening to music on her record player or watching Uncle Jack's shows. When she's not drawing, she enjoys writing in her diary or composing letters for other people. Whether it's Uncle Jack or the bobbies, anyone who holds a special place in her heart receives letters from her.

Reason she dislikes alcohol: Her father used to drink a lot of alcohol back then, and under the influence of alcohol, he became more aggressive and would hurt her. That's the reason why she herself doesn't like alcohol! However, if others drink it and she experiences that those people still remain kind to her, she accepts alcohol. But she would never drink alcohol herself because she is too afraid of becoming like her father.

Downers: She tries to avoid them as best as she can, since she gets triggered by them very easily. If she does ever encounter a Downer, she quickly leaves the situation and takes her joy.

Relationships with:

Arthur: She knows him through the newspaper, but she's not interested too him.

Sally: She knows that Sally supplies the bobbies with Joy. She would like to confide in her about her negative phases but hasn't been able to talk to her about it yet.

Ollie: She also knows about him only through stories. She finds his demeanor somewhat amusing.

Relationships with other characters:

Nick: She likes his music and enjoys attending his concerts. However, she doesn't like his alcohol and drug consumption.

James and Roger: She once drew a picture for both of them but doesn't have much contact with them.

Bobbies: She finds all of them quite likable so far. For some reason, bobbies are like a safe haven for her. She always feels comfortable in their presence.

Doctors: She's learned how to deceive them over time. But she mostly finds them annoying.

Uncle Jack: She loves Uncle Jack and enjoys writing anonymous letters to him, seeking advice. Jack's favorite show: I Hear You. She hopes to see one of her letters on the show someday, but it hasn't happened yet.

Foggy Jack: She finds his stories interesting and would like to know more about him.

[neonartistycauseidk]

got any cool coach oleander hcs?

Yeah! I’ve got a few-

Well for starters——I personally believe that Oleander as a little kid was a “slight bit more feminine” than most boys his age- Not like stereotypically “feminine” but like——“Girly” in a sense that meanwhile as some of his school friends were out playing baseball or soccer—or playing in the mud—-Lil Olly would stay behind, usually sticking out back behind the school or in his “meadow” picking flowers and playing with animals ( bunnies, hint, hint, ). And though these school boy friends wouldn’t “necessarily” bully him for it—-his dad wasn’t too keen about it- Considering that he appears to be more “old school” compared to other known dads in this series——Only wanting for his son to be as “manly” as him…..

Then this other one I have—Deals a bit more onto how he delved further into a state of “insanity..?”

So basically- Years had passed since he had left home, and failed many times to get into the military, when he had received the sudden news of his fathers death——his father, I see, had died of AIDS ( I know it’s specific- but trust me, for his time it does make a bit of sense??? ) Anyway—-Though Oleander had not really liked his father—-he still had at least one fond memory with him——to the point where though he was gone, and he sorta hated him——one side of him still did regret not being “enough” and wished his father was still alive in a sense so he could still attempt to prove himself to him——but alas…..not.

And one last one for the headcannons——I personally like, or not like cause it’s sad—-but, to believe that since we only see his father in his memory vaults and no sign at all of his mother—or even a mother like figure in his life—-I assume he was conceived via one night stand- between Butcher and some random woman from a club of some kind—-The reason that lil Oleander ended up with his father though- was because of the fact that his mother just probably didn’t want him at all- or it could’ve been that she just wasn’t capable of taking care of a baby at this time in her life—-And so, she searched for Butcher, or maybe he even knew about it??? And gave him their son, being Oleander—-From there on out—-Oleander was raised by his single father in a, “slightly better” living condition——-

So yeah! That’s about it!

( Yeesh—-Those we’re pretty sad but that’s all I could think about him for the moment sooo——yeah——)

Thank you for asking!

[anthonyedenwriter]

The Intrepid (Writer in Motion Round 1, self-edits week)

It was in the late spring of 1866, when the Royal Navy ship The Intrepid finally returned from its venture into the frozen north, weighed down by its many failures.

The sun stood high when I made it down to the shore. I had never seen the ocean before, though I had dreamt of it since the first time I was activated. Sparkling and full of warm summertime promises; turquoise and inviting, like a dream in the making. Artificial dreams carefully designed to make me attuned to the seas. Feel a fondness for it. But not that day.

The ship was void of its crew, all but for the automaton figurehead built into the ship itself, unable to break free of her duties come Hell or high water. You could hear her cries for miles, long before the ship first came into view. Wailing and mournful, trapped in the ice-logged terrors that not even the bright promise of summer could shake. What should’ve been a day of celebration soon turned into one of horrified speculation and mourning. There were dozens of personnel already there, securing her onto shore. It would be a ways before she could be moved to the shipyard.

“It wasn’t there,” she told anyone within earshot, her pearlescent eyes desperate for anyone to understand. “It wasn’t there,” as if the words explained everything about what had gone wrong.

The entire crew was gone, except for her. And whatever grim fate they had disappeared into, her mechanical heart had gone with them.

Two Navy ships had sailed ten years before, tasked with exploring the impenetrable North Sea and to rediscover the lost passage to the Hinterlands.

The Intrepid’s return only sparked more questions that could not yet be answered: what had happened to the crew? What about the other ship? Were they alive on the other side of the blizzardous borderlands?

And if they were not, what had become of them?

…and how had The Intrepid made it this far without so much as a skeleton crew? Apart from its grieving figurehead, of course, who once had so proudly led the way forward.

Her name was Lily, and I was to be her replacement.

#

Contrary to my initial assessment, it wasn’t the shipyard Lily ended up, but at the naval body shop, where all the broken sentience came in for repairs. Willingly, or not.

She had been forcibly removed from the Intrepid, and, if at all possible, was in a worse state now than when she first landed. She lay on a gleaming metal slab, like so much carcass to a butcher. Her facial features flickered, as did her colouring. Our paint jobs were integral to us, integrated into our very systems. We do not peel under the battery of natural forces.

But there was nothing natural about this.

I approached her, not yet knowing what I would become in her wake. Her eyes implored me. Her Neptunian beard looked molten and decayed. Her voice broke with every syllable.

“Lily? My name is Olly. I have been tasked with investigating…” What, exactly, I didn’t have the first idea. I was a navigational unit at my core: I had no experience interviewing traumatised victims of foul play. I had no experience doing anything, to be fair. But Lily didn’t care much. All she saw in me was a willing receptacle to her ramblings. Perhaps she thought I would understand. I was not mere flesh and bone, like the others who came to gawk at her distress.

She grabbed my hand so hard my hinged phalanges squeaked; she was carved in the image of the God of the Sea himself, of course she was strong. “It wasn’t there. Do you understand me?”

I resorted to a standardised phrase. I didn’t know how else to proceed. “Please clarify.”

For a moment it seemed to sink in. Lily’s mouth curled like a cat’s whiskers right before the throttling, but the moment was lost in an instant. All the metaphorical flame contained within her died down as some morsel of truth finally crystalized within her mind. I didn’t understand. I didn’t magically infer what she was talking about. She would have to spell it out for me.

I leaned my hip against the slab, and pressed her hand. I had no personal experience of bedside manners, or why they would appeal to a hacked up, sentient figurehead almost twice my size… But I had enough data points to warrant a hunch. Lily had spent her entire span of existence interacting with humans, and their human sentiments. I would have to adapt, if I wanted to learn. If I didn’t learn quick, I could be decommissioned before I’d even closed my first case.

“Please, Lily,” I tried again, using my most amenable register of voice. Tonal intonation like a caring parent, or a long lost friend. “Help me understand. You didn’t find what you were looking for? Did you get lost in the ice?”

For a moment her eyes brightened, like clear skies after a rainfall. “We… lost everything,” she said after what felt like an eternity. The Harbour Master was glaring holes at the back of my neck panel. If I wasn’t quick, he’d cut things short.

“Everything?” I coaxed her. “The Voyager as well?” It didn’t bear thinking. Two Royal Navy ships lost on the same expedition.

Lily’s eyes rolled in their sockets, suspicion swimming in every sharp glare she turned on her surroundings. She lowered her voice, and levelled me with a look so dead serious I was glad I didn’t have a heart. “There was something out there. Something thriving on the other side of the Deep White Nothing. It nestled its way in amongst the crew. Talked sweet, lied through its teeth, and poisoned everyone’s minds one against the other.”

Paranoia and dissent make for a lethal combination, that much I knew from my programming… But even then, that first time I heard of it, I knew Lily wasn’t talking about either.

“Please clarify,” I said, not fully aware of what I was asking.

Lily bowed her head towards me, as if in prayer, or supplication. I leaned closer, in kind. “Just when we thought we’d figured it out, how to track it down,” she whispered. “It wasn’t there. It was never there. It was everywhere, all at once.”

I shifted where I stood bent towards her. It would be a while before I recognized the thrumming of electrical currents running through my system. It was encroaching terror: creeping, biding its time. I saw the end in Lily’s eyes.

“What is your full name?” she asked me. I hesitated to answer, so she pushed on. “What is your function?”

My name was a token of sentiment; my function utterly irrelevant. I mimicked the discomfort suitable to the context. I was an excellent mimic, even then, not yet aware of my potential. “My name is Oleander, for the flower. But my inventor called me Olly.”

Lily sagged into the slab. Her verdict was both accurate and terrible. “That’s the first lie they told you. There’ll be many more.”

I took her meaning. I would have to live up to my name, much like my floral namesake, or I wouldn’t be long for this world. Deadly, but deceptively appealing. Make the human crew underestimate me as they passed their initial judgements. Observe. Take note. Circumnavigate every danger -- or end up like Lily, heartbroken and torn from her sole purpose, on a metal slab in the back room of a body shop.

My name was Oleander, and no amount of programming could have prepared me for the horrors that soon followed in the wake of the Intrepid and her once so proud figurehead.

[couldibeanymorechaotic]

This is a mess

I wrote a fic about Percy Weasley coming out and like I said above, it’s kinda a mess.......👉🏼👈🏼 it’s really chaotic but lots of people like chaotic stuff right?! let’s just hope

anyway, do whatever u want with this and yeah!

warning: percy became a bit ooc and charlie became trans so she is now charlise <3

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Percy Weasley was very nervous. Very nervous indeed. He was going to be coming out to his family. His loving but super chaotic family.

“W-What if they think I’m a-abnormal Ollie? Or w-worse than t-that?” Percy stutters out to his boyfriend, Oliver Wood, otherwise known as the keeper of Puddlemere United.

“They won’t darling. They love you,” comforted Oliver, “Besides, hasn’t Ron come out as bisexual, and isn’t Charlie, Charlise now?”

“B-but, I wasn’t there for them,” replies Percy ashamedly, “I left them when they needed me the most, and Fred died. I don’t deserve it!”

“Percival Ignatius Weasley, you are a beautiful, kind, smart person and you, like everyone else, deserve to be happy. Everyone makes mistakes! The thing that matters is you apologized! You came back!” Oliver reassures.

“Sorry, I’m just freaking out, Oll,” Percy apologizes.

“It’s ok, love. No need to worry,” says Oliver, “How about a kiss for good luck?”

“Seriously, Ollie?” replies Percy with a fond smile.

“Yes seriously!” Oliver chuckles.

“Fine!” Percy gives him a short but loving kiss, “Now let’s go over the plan one more time.”

“Percy, I love you, but if you make me recite that one more time, I’m going to flip. Besides, I remember,” Oliver said.

“Ok, ok. Love you, too! Bye,” replied Percy as he headed through the floo.

As he entered the Burrow various shouts of hellos greeted Percy.

“Hello Mother and Father,” Percy said primly.

“Oh, Percy, darling! You’re home!” Mrs. Weasley replied.

“Yes, indeed, Mother!” Percy responded, trying to stop his nerves and muster a smile.

“Oi! What about us?” Bill laughed.

“Hello to you too, siblings,” replied Percy.

“You say siblings like it's a bad thing,” Ginny replied.

“It is,” smiled Percy.

“No, this cannot be. Percy just made a joke,” said George, shocked.

“Hey, I make jokes. I’m plenty good at it!” Percy replied.

“Yeah, sure. Tell me one person who thinks your jokes are funny!” Charlise asked.

“My boyfriend!” shouted Percy, forgetting his plan, “Uh, I mean girlfriend.”

“Percy, do you have something to tell us?” Mr. Weasley asked.

“Um, yes father. I have a boyfriend,” Percy replied anxiously.

“Great, we were wondering why you were single for so long, Perce!” Fred laughed.

“Hey!” yelled Percy, “He’s been my boyfriend for 2 years!”

“That was the wrong thing to say, Percy,” giggled Ginny.

“Percival Ignatius Weasley, why haven’t you told us about your boyfriend of 2 years? When is he coming for Sunday dinner? I need to make a sweater for him!” Mrs. Weasley fretted.

“Um, well actually, I was going to tell you and then ask him to come,” Percy nervously replied.

“Ok, dear. How about you go call him?” Mrs. Weasley smiled.

“Wait. Wait!” Bill shouted.

“What?” George and Ron asked simultaneously.

“Can we guess who your boyfriend is first?” Bill questioned.

“Fine,” replied Percy looking at his watch, “My boyfriend is running late anyway.”

“So, what house is he in?” asked Fred.

“I won’t tell you! You have to guess!” chuckled Percy.

“Maybe, Slytherin?” asked Charlise.

“No, Charlise. Not Slytherin,” replied Percy.

“How about Ravenclaw then?” inquired Ron.

“Nope,” said Percy.

“You probably won’t date a Hufflepuff so Gryffindor?” asked Bill.

“Correct. He is in Gryffindor,” Percy smiled.

“Um, do we know him?” asked Ron.

“Yes, you know him,” replied Percy.

“Ok,” Fred says, “This is hard.”

“Because you haven’t even properly guessed!” Percy shouts.

“Fine, fine. Does he like quidditch?” asks Ginny.

“Yes, he does,” Percy replies.

“Oh, thank Merlins. If he didn’t, I don’t know what I would do!” George laughs.

“Ha, ha. Very mature, George,” Percy replied dryly.

“I give up! Can Percy’s boyfriend come so we can eat?” asked Ron.

“I will if there is an overall decision,” says Percy.

“One last question?” asks Bill hopefully.

“Ok, what’s your question?” Percy asks.

“How many siblings does he have?” asks Bill.

“None,” said Percy.

“Well he’s going to be in for a chaotic surprise,” laughs Charlise.

“Anyway, you can bring him now, Percy!” Mrs. Weasley replies.

“That would be good. I’ll bring him from the floo,” replies Percy as he steps into the floo, “Home!”

“Perce!” Oliver shouts anxiously, “What took you so long, love?”

“Sorry, darling,” replies Percy, “They wanted to try to guess who my boyfriend was!”

“Did they guess it right?” chuckles Oliver.

“They didn’t even guess! They just asked silly questions,” said Percy as he rolled his eyes.

“I figured. Anyway, ready?” asked Oliver.

“Yeah, I’m ready, Oll,” replies Percy.

“Great! Let’s go then!” Oliver says.

“No, wait!” Percy stutters.

“Mhm, what?” asks Oliver.

“Maybe, I could come in first, and then I could prank them! Maybe say he can’t come/he broke up with me or some shit and then floo to the Burrow?” laughs Percy.

“Hearing you swear never fails to make me wonder. And yeah, I love it. But it’s your idea, if they ask, which they will!” Oliver smiles.

“Come when I ping you on your watch, ok?” asks Percy.

“Sure, muffin. Love ya!” said Oliver, his scottish twang prominently arising in his voice

“Ok then. Bye Ollie. Love you,” kisses Percy as he floo’s to the Burrow.

“Hey, Percy!!” says Ron.

“Wait, where is he?” asks Charlise.

“H-he b-broke up with me….” stutters Percy trying to sound devastated. It wasn’t too hard considering he had done acting at Hogwarts. Not many people knew though. Only Neville, Hannah, Penelope, Susan, and Luna.

“Oh no, Percy, dear. Would you like some tea?” says Molly trying to comfort him.

“Yes please, mum,” Percy (fake) sniffles.

The other Weasleys were shocked…..they had never seen Percy act this way…..before they knew it, they were all starting to curse his heartless ex-boyfriend.

“I’m going to kill him,” screeched George.

“Me too!” replied Fred.

“Me three!” Ginny replied.

“Me fucking four!” growled Bill.

“I’m here too!” Ron yells.

“And me!” replies Charlise.

“W-wait guys,” Percy stammers.

“Excuse me?” glares Ginny.

“Oh, guys and gals,” says Percy, covering up his mistake.

“Yes, Percy?” asks his father.

Percy cracks a huge grin as he laughs, “It’s a prankkkk!”

“Fuck you, Percy. Fuck you,” growls Fred.

“Seriously, what the hell?” Bill yelled.

“And why did you do this?” asked Ron.

“I could answer that, or Charlise might know,” smirked Percy.

“Sorry, Perce. It’s just you never make jokes or pranks, or whatever,” replied Charlise.

“Never mind that, how’re you so good at acting?” asked George.

“Because I was in acting for 4 years, George!” shouted Percy, “How come you don’t remember?”

“To be honest Perce, I don’t remember,” replied Ginny.

Shouts of ‘nor do I’ came chorusing through the Burrow.

“Seriously?” Percy sighed.

“Percy, so is your boyfriend still there?” asked Mrs. Weasley trying to change the topic.

Percy instantly brightened up and he replied, “Yeah, he is. And before I get him, don’t scream, don’t yell, don’t do anything that would embarrass me, and the prank was my idea so don’t blame him. Got it?”

“Got it!” replied the Weasley Family.

“Ok then,” said Percy as he tapped his watch, turning it the color of his bright blue eyes.

“Hey, how did you do that, Percy?” asked his Father.

“Just some simple charms and transfigurations which allow me to ask my boyfriend to come where I need him to be,” Percy replied, “It also kinda works like a patronus but instead of sending one, I can just call him and he can talk to me!”

“Woah, cool!” replied the twins simultaneously, “Can you make a prototype for our shop?”

Flustered at the praise, Percy just nodded as he waited for Ollie.

A familiar voice was heard, “Hiya Perce! Oh and hello Mr & Mrs. Weasley.” said Oliver, “-and hi fellow Weasley siblings!

“No freaking way!” yelled Ron.

“Oliver Wood, keeper of Puddlemere United!!” screeched Ginny.

“Calm down! I told y’all to keep it down and not to embarrass me, it hasn’t worked so far,” glared Percy.

“Y’all? Who says y’all?” shudders George, “Oliver’s rubbing up on you, Perce!”

“Oi! Shut it! I think saying y’all is cute! Don’t you, pumpkin?” says Oliver, “Oh, and aren’t you cold, muffin? You’re only wearing a sweater, dear.”

Embarrassed, Percy replied, “I’m fine, love. Now let’s go to eat!”

“Wait a minute, did everyone else hear Oliver saying pumpkin, muffin, and dear in the span of 2 minutes?” Bill chuckled as he asked.

“No more questions,” Percy shouted as he blushed, “Now time for dinner.”

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renga headcanons

because i cannot stop thinking about them 💖

- reki has freckles sprinkled all over his cheeks and body that are more noticeable in the summer. once when they were hanging out in reki’s room langa tried to count them all but reki got so embarrassed he curled into a ball

- it’s a fact that reki blushes easily and langa takes advantage of it sometimes because it’s the cutest. just grabbing his hand in public or sending him a fond smile does the trick

- before they got together reki and langa (separately, of course) went to joe and cherry for advice on dealing with a crush and got the same amused response: be honest with your feelings

- neither of them is the first to confess, they end up doing it at the exact same time. both want to meet up to say something important and they sort of talk over each other until their nerves settle

- reki kisses langa first though, asking him if it’s okay before they do. he’s never been more red in his life and langa’s face isn’t faring much better. they feel like the only people in the world when they’re alone at the skate park as the sun sets

- langa’s mom didn’t take very long to realize reki was the one langa had a crush on after the two made up. reki’s mom (and sisters) however knew reki had it bad from the very beginning

- langa teaches reki to snowboard when they take a trip to canada. he doesn’t pick it up quite as easily as langa did skateboarding but he’s far above average and langa’s heart has never been as full as watching reki nail his first ollie

- when they do homework together they share a pair of earbuds to listen to music. reki hums and bounces his head gently to the music which is terrible for langa’s heart

- they post a gross amount of pictures and videos together on social media. mostly skateboarding, but plenty of work, study session, and date selfies too. miya comments the barf emoji 80% of the time

- langa rests his head on reki’s shoulder a lot, even before they started dating, which was when reki really had to face the reality that he was super in love with his best friend. sometimes langa naps there during lunch, sometimes he just really likes being close to reki

- lots of hugs and hand-holding and touching in general is the usual for them with little concern for anyone who may be around. reki is soft and a langa magnet and langa is warm and a reki magnet

- a jealous girl once told reki that langa deserved better than him and he didn’t even have a chance to be hurt before langa lost it (as much as langa is capable of losing it). he makes it a point to hold reki’s hand tighter on the few occasions people give them looks

- they don’t really do pet names other than “love” occasionally; they use each other’s names so often already anyway and reki nearly died of embarrassment after calling langa babe once, which was just precious

if anyone is interested i might post a part two of these :^)