#oop time to get probed

[heartmeadows]

The perfect sweater for the occasion

[itostea]

hot things bllk boys do as your boyfriend (rin, shidou, nagi & chigiri)

warnings: suggestive in shidou’s part, reader is called pretty girl in shidou’s part

credits to whoever did this idea first! and repost bc i forgot tags oops

rin:

poking the side of his mouth with his tongue whenever you’re showing him a new outfit 🤭🤭

“So what do you think?” You beam with a grin, doing a twirl for him to get a 360 of your clothes. A half-empty bag is disregarded on the side of your shared bed. You can see your reflection on the side mirror and how the fabric fits around your waist. The dress isn’t anything special in design but its intended use is to be frame flattering–the kind of dress that you can wear on any occasion. It’s one of the few things you came to really like from your online purchase and insisted Rin see. In the end, you ended up forcing him to sit through your haul (not that he really minds).

Teal eyes flit from side-to-side and subconsciously, his tongue pokes the side of his cheek. The scrutiny, though it shouldn’t, makes you nervous. You don’t think he’s yet to understand the effect he has on you. Comically, you straighten up when he’s about to speak, making him raise a brow in question. “The dress’s a bit short.”

“But it’s cute right?!” You whine, doing another twirl for emphasis and stepping closer to him.

“It’s not bad.”

“Huh? Are you sure? I thought this was one of the better picks…” You frown, your spirits dying as you were excited to show him the dress.

“It only looks good because you’re wearing it,” he speaks frankly, leaning back to observe you again. Like before, his tongue probes at the inside of his cheek whilst studying you.

You try your best not to react and try not to squirm underneath his gaze and how effortlessly good he looks. “H-Huh? Yeah thanks…”

“Why are you acting shy now?”

“I’m not!”

shidou:

hand placement. that’s it.

“Ryu! Get off of me!” You sigh for nth time, helplessly writhing underneath him. “At least take a shower first before you hug me…”

“You complain too much baby,” he taps the side of your cheek with a boyish smile. “Can’t believe my girl can be so mean. After a day of tiring practice too.”

“Uh huh, I’m pretty sure it was only tiring since you’re always butting heads with Rin.”

He ignores your insult and instead leans up. “When were you on first name basis with that bastard?”. Little strands of hair fall over his forehead and his pink eyes glow above you. From below, you can really see the product of his hard work. His sweat still clings to him but that only draws more attention to his biceps and muscles. You see a smug smile on his face, realizing that you were caught gawking at him.

You avert your eyes with embarrassment written all over your face. “Shut up, I wasn't looking. And besides you literally call him Rinrin.”

He only bursts in laughter. “I didn’t say anything yet! Awh I didn’t think you’d get jealous!”

“Huh?! Aren’t you the jeal–!”

He interrupts you with another pat on the cheek. “Well don’t worry I won’t call him any nicknames reserved for you. Alright sweetheart? Or did you like baby more? Or was it pretty girl?” He teases leaning closely to you, pressing kisses over the crevice of your neck with a coy grin. His grin only widens when you gasp and whisper-yell his name when he bites down softly on your neck. “You wanna join me in the shower?” He breathes against your neck.

You’re not a fool to miss the hidden meaning behind that offer, well aware that the two of you weren’t just going to shower. “I gotta run some errands,” you say half-heartedly, not really convinced that you want that.

“Yeah?” He chuckles close up to your neck before he props himself with his arm bent while the other pushes your lips closer to his. Your body jolts as his hand creeps down to rest on your neck–with his thumb rubbing little circles over the fresh mark he just left. When he disconnects from your lips, a familiar gleam in his eyes draws your attention. “Still don’t wanna join me?”

“My errands–” Another kiss. A gentle squeeze to your neck as he deepens the kiss. You can’t find yourself to be mad when you feel his grin against your lips. In vain, you try to muster up a glare as you purse your lips. “Ryu–!”

Again. Only this time that hand slides down to rest at your hip. The sound of his lips against yours is enough to make you hide your face in embarrassment. And he doesn’t seem like he’d be backing down either.

“Okay fine! I’ll join you in the shower, you demon!”

“Knew you’d come around.” He pulls you up and only returns your glares with a cheeky smile.

You pout as he gathers you in his arms, not finding much in your heart to push him away. “You did all of that on purpose didn’t you.”

“So what if I did babe? It always works doesn’t it?”

nagi:

literally lifts you like it’s nothing 😭😭😭

“We gotta go pretty…C’mon, get out of bed.”

“Don’t wanna…”

Nagi finds the situation to be amusing, seeing as the roles are reversed with you being the lazy one and him trying to pry you awake. He’s not usually one to wake up early but after the release of a new game he’s been wanting to try, he wanted to get his hands on it before it sold out. Again, he tries to gently shake you awake, suddenly gaining a newfound respect for you–seeing as you dealt with similar situations involving him.

“Why can’t you just go alone?” You whine, covering your face with the blanket.

“You said you wanted to try that bakery’s pastries, didn't you?”

“Can’t you just get them for me after you finish buying the game…” You mumble.

Nagi sighs. He could. But he doesn’t want to. Call it selfish but he doesn’t want to go alone. It’d be such a hassle if the line was long and he’d be waiting by himself–without you to talk to. “Nope. Can’t do that.”

“Why not?” You complain for another time, your voice muffled by the blankets. You hear the ruffling of the blanket and how the bed flattens with his knee. Your hands come to cover your eyes from the early sun streaks peeking into the room, scowling once you see your boyfriend holding the blanket in between his hands.

He looks at you blankly. “Don’t make me carry you…”

“Huh? As if. You’re too lazy to do all that work–! Sei?!” Suddenly, you’re a few feet up, face-to-face with a fluff of white hair. Your look of shock brings a small smile to Nagi’s features and he can’t help but pinch your cheek in between his fingers, positioning you so you could fit in his arm.

“I wouldn’t really call this work. This wouldn’t even count as a workout either…” he glances at you, proceeding to carry you to the restroom so you could get ready. “Let’s get you more awake ‘kay?”

You blink. You’re awake now. Completely. Sometimes or maybe too often, you forget the extent of your boyfriend’s strength and that’s always given him an advantage in the element of surprise. Even now, you gape as he continues to handle your body in his arms as if this was just a stroll in the park.

“Hey…I can walk there myself…” You protest weakly, opting to cross your hands rather than resist.

“Nah, don’t want you running away from me. Of course if that happens, I’ll just have to carry you again.”

chigiri:

maintains eye contact with you all the time 😩😩

A hand brushes over your shoulder as you’re doing your skincare, applying the moisturizer carefully over your face with your eyes fixed on the mirror. Glancing at your boyfriend, you tilt your head. “Yes?”

“Don’t apply your moisturizer like that. Do it like this,” he motions with his fingers, only smiling when you only blink. “Here let me do it.”

With a nod, you face him, allowing him to massage the product onto your face. “Feels nice, Hyoma.”

“I bet,” he mumbles quietly, lightly chuckling as you make a noise of displeasure when he rubs a spot too hard. Rosy eyes watch you carefully as his nimble fingers continue to massage in the residue of any leftover product. You feel yourself getting a bit bashful underneath his gaze, preferring to just avert your eyes to the side while he continues to apply the cream on you. “Not gonna look at me?” He teases, collectively deciding to just finish your skincare routine for you.

His fingers reach over to grab onto your lip balm, unclasping the container and gathering a reasonable amount on his finger. With his thumb and pointer finger, he holds onto your chin and smooths the substance over your lips. You try not to tense from his hold, still stubborn in ignoring his gaze. “I am looking at you.”

“Right,” he laughs. “Anddddd there. Done.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, finally peeping a look to gaze at your boyfriend. He’s still smiling, only this time his eyes crinkle at the sight of you looking so meek.

“You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

Your hands cover your face as a sound escapes your throat. “Please stop, you're gonna kill me here.”

[tower-arcana]

okay hear me out. veronika and hu would have such an interesting dynamic if we saw more of them

ch2 secrets talk / spoilers under cut

it's all but confirmed in my mind that hu's secret was the 3 to 4 times death attempts one, and i think most agree which one vernonika's is? and obv you could make the connection that they'd have similar themings, though i don't want to reduce the idea to just 'oh self-destructive people get along'

but given hu's outburst at david during the trial, i think she definitely has improved her outlook / has at least come to want to live to some extent, or she at least wants the OTHERS to live and doesn't want the right to choose ripped from their hands

i think if the opportunity rose up, both hu and veronika would be... not curious, but feel a level of understanding towards each other's dance with death. now, veronika could just throw caution to the wind and try to probe around hu's mind for info, but i honestly think this is the one thing veronika may not press boundaries on -- imo, the way veronika hasn't done anything at all to try and confirm her secret openly means she does have some level of respect for her own privacy, and i feel that could extend to hu as well

still, again, given the chance i think they could have a very thought-provoking discussion on each other's mindsets and how they both cope with these thoughts! in fact i think it could provide even more substance to each other's characters if they really had a moment like that (not to say they don't have substance, we just dont KNOW much about their pasts yet in a confirmed sense)

anyways i came up with veronika + hu on a whim, but whether it be platonic or romantic i think i'm getting attached to them oops, i'll give it more thought soon i think

[vampiric-succulent]

OUAW EP 20:

It’s not even past the bean footage yet and already I have a thing to comment about—

“Hey. Keep working. Keep your hands down.” Idk if it’s just Mace or if it’s me but this is an interesting thing to start the episode with

Also I lowkey already watched this but considering that I wasn’t really paying attention due to Sleep im rewatching

Oh this is the Silly Goofy episode. Got it.

Watching this is so different now that I know how tall each of these people actually are in real life

“Mr Kremyyyyy….. Torbek had a nightmaaaare………..” torb <3

Hot jones?

Why is Mikey using the King Shmebulon voice

Oh the energy here is so weird today

NEXT YOURE GONNA TELL TORBEK THAT A SHRIMP FRIED THAT RICE and they’re gone

The improv shenanigans here are SO GOOD— “the wee hours” watches and the blue J and the bottle of something

HOT JONES!!!

“There was that guy and he was like… woah.” Bi Gricko!!!! “Why you always watching these kingly types and looking at their woah?” Lmfao Gideon you are no better

Degenerate Jones

TABAXI TORBEK and eughhh Mammon Tiefling Gricko (applying for all Mammon Tiefling Gricko)

I love how Kremy is super paranoid thinks everyone is out to get him but still immediately tells Gideon everything (I need to see Gideon do some sort of something back bc coalecroux is feeling increasingly one sided and it is making me sad)

“Torbek was happy with the infinite abyss”

THE FEDS

Poor Twig she went from dealing with absolute loneliness to dealing with all this bullshit. She needs to have the space to Bogart out a little bit like get this woman a destruction room

Twig 🤝 Torbek

coping mechanisms

Gideon has such older brother who acts like a father figure to Twig vibes

THE FEDS THEYRE IN THE CLOTHES

Torbek is simply following suit… following the suit to the ground lmfao

PENIS NOSE?????? HOW IS THAT AN OPTION

Gideon is overwhelmed by Penis im sorry

This is just reminding me of when Frost got the proud nudist curse and Derek made that slapping turn joke 😭

Obligatory “im walkin here” please stop

Nvm we have the coalecroux and also poly party affirmations (long shots and headcanons)

OH!!! Woah there Kremy

“Think of the Federal government!” Quick Gid take your clothes off!! The government!!!

OH NO THE ORCIFICATION

NO THE FUCKING CABINET

DEREK. DEREK WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT DEREK WE COULD HAVE NEVER GONE DOWN THAT ROAD

Love Torbek’s Spring Aladrin voice. It’s like some sort of old English aristocratic friend of Oscar Wilde.

Oop! Theseus’s Ship mentioned (kind of)

“Did we do a bunch of drugs before bed again?” Funny you should have asked that Gideon given what is now happening

“Tentacles probe me” “yes Gideon join us the time is now get naked”

WHY IS IT ERECT NOW DEREK. PUT THAT DOWN. “Something about beekeeper helmets…” HUH

Oh god Twig is gonna bogart out

PUT IT DOWN. PUT THAT THING DOWN AND AWAY.

“STOP BEING ERECT. STOP EATING MY BONES”

Love how Nikkie says “your mind is back to Gricko” and Mikey just starts screaming

Whoops!

It is so impressive how Twig is so controlled. Like she has every justification to absolutely freak out right now and she’s keeping calm and trying to manage things.

Thank god Hootsie is out of this lol

NO TWIG LOOK AWAY

“Torbek was *very* thorough.”

Okay seriously how old is Twig?? This is a very important question. Like REALLY important.

I’m imagining Spring Aladrin Torbek lying on a couch like he’s gonna say “draw me like one of your French girls”

Guys. Please. We are nearly halfway through this video. Please.

YES CAST SILENCE. HUSH MICHAEL.

No Twig it’s not your fault!!!!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!!

Not the Pennsylvanian sperm trees

“After what I’ve watched today I don’t think you’ll accomplish anything of value.”

Not the milk joke PLEASE y’all not the cilk

Frost is so sweet tho

No more Hot Joneses :(

Yesss Twig establish those boundaries!!!!

Tom is such a deep cut

Okay so Twig is at least 200 years old. Good. That’s really good. Good to know.

Grinko is having a stronk. Please call the Gronkulance.

WHAT HAPPENED TO HOOTSIE.

Omg she’s their niece!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But also HOLY FUCK HE HIT HER??? WITH A CABINET????????

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

Menasith, and their older sibling Menapauthe.

The Glowing Anus 😭

Oh this is Nikkie’s fault. Fantastic.

MORNING FROTH CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE

“That’s very funny Gricko. Your daughter is possibly bleeding out.”

Ohhhh Hootsie’s okay thank god

Gricko however is really not

Okay so I know this is a fantasy campaign and we are in the literal Feywild so this like kind of doesn’t matter but how does Gideon get energy??? Does he need to absorb nutrients or is it just sort of as long as he keeps his internal furnace alive he’s okay?

Twig boundaries 100 with regards to Torbek but fully get the party’s concerns

Also Twigsy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Not Gricko being hypnotized by Spring Aladrin Torbek’s hip sway

Torbek does not know but Torbek must dance!!!!

Oh Torbek’s ticket is so sad

“This is an Acorn Satchel!!!”

Mikey annoying Nikkie so much that she just takes things away

Frost getting jealous over the Gricko impression 😭❤️

What is a mud meffet?????

I love Andy so much. Oh he’s wonderful. So glad he’s here.

KLUTZY RETURNS for like two seconds

Love these guys. Oh my lord. Also what the fuck happened in the first like hour???? Still a fun little episode.

[porcelainseashore]

Coffee & Secrets (4)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rookie Cop! Leon x Barista! Fem! Reader

Summary: As a cozy coffee shop owner in Raccoon City, you’re no stranger to visitors seeking comfort, quiet, and warmth. When a rookie officer named Leon finds a kindred spirit in you, it sets in motion a chain of events that forever changes the course of your lives. An alternate universe set in Resident Evil 2 Remake and inspired by the game Coffee Talk.

Content & Warnings: Canon divergence, coffee shops, romance, slow burn, strangers to lovers, idiots in love, fluff, slice of life, swearing

AO3 Link

Chapter 4: Plans

“Claire?”

You had whirled around with a mop in your hand at the unexpected intrusion, catching sight of the familiar redhead grinning like a Cheshire Cat at the door. It was partway into your cleaning routine—one you usually completed before the shop was open.

Your eyes flew to the sign at the entrance. Well, that explains it. You had left it on the other way round by accident. Oops.

“The one and only,” she crooned. “Told you I would come back.”

“A woman of your word,” you acknowledged in appreciation. Discarding the cleaning equipment in the closet, you took down the postcard you had pinned to the fridge with a kitsch souvenir magnet.

She swiped the card from your hands mischievously, asserting, “So, I believe I’m long overdue for a drink?”

“What would’ya like to have?”

“Definitely something with caffeine in it,” she declared, placing a hand on her hip as if she meant business.

Fanning herself with the postcard, she proceeded to confide in you about her recent life changes. “I can’t actually stay long, Mr. Bertolucci’s got me on doc review tonight.”

You halted suddenly in the middle of preparing the drink, a wooden spoon suspended in the air, green powder swirling like dust motes around the tea bowl. The chashaku and the chawan.

“You’re Ben’s new intern?” you questioned, giddy with excitement.

“Yeah…? It’ll count towards my college credit. I’m a journalism major,” she clarified before teasing, “That also means I’ll be in town for a while, so you better get used to me! Say, you know the guy?”

You laughed soundly as you whisked the matcha into a thick paste with a traditional chasen. Looks like he took your suggestion to heart after all. “He’s a regular.”

Steaming the full-cream milk to perfection, you frothed it up before adding it layer by layer to the paste, your hand moving with practiced precision to create a delicate pattern in the bowl. When you were satisfied with the piece, you gave it to Claire, and at the same time, pointed to the armchair in the corner. “Usually sits over there and works through the night.”

“Yeah, he’s really passionate about it,” Claire concurred, cupping the bowl that she received from you with both hands. “I like that he doesn’t take anyone’s bullshit.”

“Just make sure you get enough rest too,” you reminded her. “Have plenty of breaks.”

“Thanks, mom…” she quipped, rolling her eyes as she punched your shoulder playfully. “So, how’s our all-star cop doing?”

“Leon?” you asked casually, busying yourself with arranging the drinkware and ingredients even though you had already laid them out the night before. “He pops by every so often.”

“Like, every day…?” she probed.

How did she—?

You paused your fiddling and peered up at her. “Who told you that?”

A devilish smirk emerged. “I heard it straight from the horse’s mouth.” She took a sip from the bowl, her face lightening up in contentment. 

“He kept jabbering on about you, hounding me to visit your shop. Not that I wasn’t planning to myself already,” she sighed exasperatedly.

“Oh.” You continued where you left off, this time taking a dry cloth to polish the glassware for the umpteenth time. If you squinted hard enough, there was always a speck of dust you missed.

“It seems you’re now very interested in that glass,” she said, exposing the truth of the matter behind your evasiveness. 

Damn, she would make a good journalist.

“He likes the menu, speaking of which, how’s the Matcha Latte?” you changed the subject smoothly.

“I’m sure he likes a lot more than that,” she muttered into the bowl before raising her voice to reply, “I love it! It tastes like the real deal—”

Suddenly, the door flung open, and you could hear Ben calling out with a sense of urgency, “Redfield! I got something on the footage, you might wanna check it out!” 

He tossed a roll of film over to Claire, who dove and caught it like a baseball player in a major league game. Then, he craned his neck in your direction. “The strongest coffee you've got, to go. I think we’re onto something here!”

Giving him a mock salute, you whipped up the Triple Espresso that he was fond of and poured it into a takeaway cup, fastening on the lid as you handed it over to him.

“Life saver,” he mumbled, slipping you the cash for both drinks with a generous tip before dashing out of the shop with Claire in tow, who managed to yell out a quick “Bye!” as she ran after him.

You only had a few minutes to rest until you heard a loud commotion coming from the outside. Hurrying to the door, you could make out the voices of Leon and another boisterous man, as if he had drunk something stronger.

“This the place?”

“No, Ryman, I’m not taking you in there! Let’s get you home.”

“Why? I’ve got two legs, don’t I? Never asked for a babysitter.”

“You won’t like it anyway, it’s not a bar.”

“Aww, come on, rookie! Gotta show me this girl you’re head over heels for!”

“It’s not like that! And don’t call me by that name!”

“Or what, Kennedy? You gonna sue me?”

At this, you swung the door open, and the two men stared at you sheepishly from the entrance. “Would you like to come in?” you gestured towards the shop behind you amicably.

The dumbfounded look on the brunette’s face gradually morphed into a smug smirk. The sharp smell of alcohol wafted from his breath. “How could I say no to a sweetheart like you?”

You noticed Leon cringing internally at the man’s flirtatious behavior as they both ambled in. Passing by, Leon gave you a weak smile before drawing close, whispering apologetically, “Sorry about my colleague, he can be quite a handful.”

Your lips stirred, but no words came. Maybe you didn’t have any for what you wanted to express. Instead, your hand moved on its own accord, touching his shoulder and tracing down his arm. He shivered in response, his breathing uneven as he reached up and clasped your hand in his, brushing his thumb against its back. “I—”

“Hey, Romeo, over here!” the other man shouted from across the room, already seated snuggly at the counter row.

Letting go, your hand dropped limply back to your side as Leon ripped his gaze away, grumbling at the interruption as he sluggishly lumbered over to its source.

“Anything I can get you?” you asked as you shifted behind the counter.

“Hmm, that’s a loaded question, sweet cheeks. What wouldn’t I like to have?” the man laughed, only to have it cut short with an ‘oof’ when Leon nudged him in the ribs.

“Right, where are my manners? The name’s Kevin,” he followed up, extending his hand which you shook while using the other to rub his side sorely.

“We were just at Jack’s Bar,” Leon informed you, his words chosen carefully. You managed to read between the lines of what he was hinting at and swiftly whipped up one of your special remedies.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Kevin inquired eagerly as you laid out two portions of the mixture before them.

“Try it,” Leon answered for you as Kevin picked it up gingerly, examining it as if it were some kind of odd specimen.

“Bottoms up,” Kevin muttered, as he downed the pearly, alabaster liquid in one go. 

His face first twisted into an amorphous shape until his features relaxed and he nodded in approval. “Herby, but pretty damn good. What the hell is it?”

“Cough syrup,” you jested. It took them a while before they got the joke and joined in the laughter.

“Tell me if you still have a hangover tomorrow,” you instructed after they had settled down.

“What am I, the test subject?” Kevin blurted out. “And this, the cure?”

“It’s worked on most people,” you shrugged.

“Cute. Anyway, did you slip my friend here a love potion, ’cause—ow! Hey! What the—”

“Ryman…” Leon warned, as you watched the events unfolding before you with amusement.

You saw Kevin mumble something into the irate officer’s ear about “being his wingman” before turning towards you with a charming smile. Then, he addressed his colleague again, “Talking about minxes, what did you think about that lady in red today at the station?”

All at once, Leon’s face darkened and his mouth curled into a frown. “I don’t trust her.”

Patting his back, Kevin concurred, “Neither do I, Kennedy. She can flash that fancy FBI badge all she wants, but I smell bullshit.”

“Chief Irons seems to take to her.”

This seemed to annoy Kevin even more as he spat, “Chief Irons is a—” but then paused, realizing the situation he was in. Glancing at you, he sighed, “Yeah, foul mouth, my bad.”

“I don’t mind,” you admitted, guessing that the man was trying to keep up appearances for the sake of his friend.

“Keep an eye on her,” he advised Leon, who seemed to agree with him for once. “I’m gonna run some background checks. Doesn’t sit right with me how she can access all our private files like that.”

Fishing a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket, he offered it around, but the both of you declined politely. Dumping some cash on the table, he hopped off his seat and grunted, “Well, I’m gonna leave you two lovebirds for the night.”

Before Leon could utter a single word, Kevin yanked him by the collar like an older brother roughhousing his younger sibling and said, “You better get in there before I do, rookie.” 

With a brazen laugh, he ruffled the blonde boy’s hair and sprinted for the door, leaving whoever was left behind to clean up the mess he made.

Burying his face into his hands, Leon groaned loudly as you snickered at him. “Cool guy,” you mentioned.

“He’s a piece of work,” came his muffled reply.

“I’m sure he just wanted the best for you,” you comforted.

There was an audible snort as Leon took his face out of his hands and peered at you. “What season do you like the most?”

You almost stumbled backwards at the abrupt change of topic and being thrust into the spotlight again. “Now, where did that come from?”

“I’m curious.”

You searched his eyes, but upon realizing he was not going to let up, you humored him, “When the air turns crisp and the daylight shifts tonally, so everything is awash in amber.”

He perked up, his smile widening as you continued, “And the smell of pine, spice, and bonfire just floods your senses.”

“The time before nature goes into hibernation—I know, I love it too,” he finished your sentence.

“Did you go hunting a lot back home?”

“I swear—” he laughed.

You had an idea of what he was referring to. “It was just a hunch.”

He nodded. “At this rate, you must be psychic. But yeah, I did. My dad brought me.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Mm-hmm. He taught me to take only what we need,” he recounted wistfully. “And those walks in the woods—god, I miss that. Just having the time, space, and quiet to think.”

Finally, he gazed at you, swallowing as if there were a lump in his throat. “I know this is a long way off, but… would you like to come with me next fall?”

“I’d love to.”

[renee-writer]

Awake Chapter 151 Running

AO3

He strips everything off, fastening his shorts on a rope on his ankle. “Ready Bells?”  She nods and steps back watching as he becomes his wolf form.

 

“Oops.” She thinks. How is she to get on his back? She is studying the problem when Edward appears.

 

“Jacob told me you were having trouble mounting him.” He says.

 

She blushes at his choice of words, no matter how accurate they are. He takes her by her hips, lifting her up on his back. She takes a hold of his shaggy fur, tightening her legs around him. Edward watches for a moment.

 

“He wants to know if you are secure.” He asks for Jacob.

 

“Yes Jake. I am good, I think.

 

“He says hold tight. You can’t hurt him. The rest of the pack is joining us and,” he adds reluctantly, “that he loves you.”

 

“I love you too.” She whispers in his ear. He purrs under her.

 

“Are we ready?” Jasper and Alice stand beside Edward posed to run.

 

“Yes,” Edward answers for himself and Jacob,” the pack is joining us.”

 

“Good. More eyes,” Alice says, “where to first?”

 

“The clearing where we played the baseball game.” Edward answers and they are off.

 

Bella buries her face in the soft fur on his back, her eyes tightly shut. She feels the vampires beside her but can’t lift her head or open her eyes.

 

“Bella, you will feel less sick if you open your eyes.” Edward from her and Jake ‘s left side.

 

“It will be okay.” Jasper from the right.”

 

“Where’s Alice?” Her head is still buried in his fur.

 

“Right behind you.”

 

She lifts her head and opens her eyes. She can tell they are in the forest but that is all. They are moving to fast to pick up any details. Lightening her grip on Jake’s fur, she carefully turns her head to the right where she spots Jaz’s grin. She grins back.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“Yes, I think. How much longer?”

 

“Just a few minutes.” From Edward. She turns to him. When she meets his eyes, she catches his wistful look. The last time they were in this clearing, he had carried her. Then there was all that came from that. She quickly turns away. Then she sees, out of the corner of her eye, the other wolves running alongside them.

 

“What safer place could I be?” she thinks in wonder, then in the center of a pack of werewolves, surrounded by vampires. She sighs and bends down too breath in the scent of her husband. Lifting back up, she sees the clearing. They stop and Edward lifts her down. Her legs are shaky so she leans against Jake.

 

“Anything familiar?” Alice asks.

 

“Just a minute. Let me catch my breath.”

 

“Jacob would like to phase back. He wants to know if you are okay to stand.”

 

“Think so.” She takes a small step away from him. At her sway, Alice is right there.

 

“I got her Jacob,” He heads into the woods, “Do you need to sit?”

 

“No, I think I am okay now. Just don’t move to far, Alice.” She takes a steadying breath and concentrates on searching for anything familiar from her dream. When Jacob returns and joins her, she takes his hand.

 

“Anything Bells?”

 

“No,” she says with frustration, “just old memories. Nothing from the dream.

 

“No worries. There is still a few places it could be.” Jasper says.

 

“Sam would like to know where we are heading next.”

 

“Just a second. Bella, any other details you can remember?” Alice gently probes.

 

She closes her eyes and wills the dream to return.

 

“Rocks. Big ones. They were being used as weapons.” A shudder runs through her as she presses herself against Jake. Edward understands. They wouldn’t be used against him or his family but against her husband and his.

 

“Okay. Big rocks,” Alice is all business. It can only be one other place. But is it big enough for a battle?” she addresses Edward.

 

“Just barely and Bella has been there.”

 

Bella, at recalling, sways. Jake is holding her to tight to let her fall but feels her get limp in his arms.

 

“Bella!” he lifts her up completely and the three vampires are at their side with the pack moving closer, “she fainted.”

 

“Sit her down and we will give her a moment. She remembered and it was all to much.”

 

“What does she remember?” he asks Edward, “where are we going?”

 

“To a small round meadow about ten miles from here. It was where I was first completely free with her, showing her who and what I am.”

[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune: Irodori no Issha Episode 9 - Probing and Being Probed

Nikaidou: I’m finished for the day

Nikaidou: I’ll be taking my leave now.

Nikaidou: --Aah

Fuwa: You’re here

Nikaidou: Are you a stalker

Nikaidou: How do you even know when I get off from my job

Fuwa: I asked 

Nikaidou: Hah?

Fuwa: See, I’m pretty sociable, aren’t I? Unlike you

Nikaidou: You’re saying that yourself?

Fuwa: My evaluation of myself is calm and precise. Unlike you

Nikaidou: Don’t talk like my evaluation of myself is wrong

Fuwa: Huh? But it is wrong

Nikaidou: Where?

Fuwa: You wanna know?

Nikaidou: ...Forget it

Fuwa: Hey

Nikaidou: What

Fuwa: Why did you invite me?

Nikaidou: Hah?

Fuwa: To the kyudo club

Nikaidou: No reason.

Fuwa: No reason. I don’t think that’s true. You just suddenly came to my desk and said, “Join the kyudo club”

Nikaidou: I didn’t say join. I said, “You should join”

Fuwa: You remembered, huh. So it wasn’t for no reason, right?

Nikaidou: You’re annoying

Fuwa: You should be more grateful to me, since I listened to your request.

Nikaidou: It’s not like I forced you. Didn’t you immediately join the club too?

Fuwa: But it was true that I was hesitating over whether or not I wanted to continue doing kyudo in high school

Nikaidou: Ah?

Fuwa: It’s true, it’s true

Nikaidou: So why did you join the club?

Fuwa: Hmm. Well, I’m fine with being in another club as well, but the person named Nikaidou Eisuke seemed interesting, so that’s why.

Nikaidou: Hah?

Nikaidou: Where do you get off calling people interesting and stuff like that

Fuwa: Because, your middle school was that Kirisaki, you know? You were even a regular.  

Fuwa: And yet, you came to Tsujimine, where the kyudo club isn’t even weak, it’s practically non-existent

Nikaidou: What, did you look me up?

Fuwa: Of course!

Nikaidou: ...

Fuwa: I can even tell you your results in middle school, if you like? At your final tournament--

Nikaidou: That’s enough! You’re not only annoying, but also creepy

Fuwa: I’m the kind of guy who never slacks off on research and analysis. Well, I did find the reason why you invited me

Nikaidou: Hah?

Fuwa: You need at minimum five people to participate in tournaments. But Tsujimine only had three members. You absolutely needed two more people. So, you set your eyes on me, who had kyudo experience

Nikaidou: ...

Fuwa: Eh? Wait a minute? 

Fuwa: I realized it just now, but how did you know I have experience? Did you look me up?

Nikaidou: Of course not

Fuwa: So, how? How did you know?

Nikaidou: ...Because you knew what a shajo was

Fuwa: When did that come up?

Nikaidou: The beginning of spring.

Nikaidou: You were talking about, “What’s with those standing tatami mats at the end of the schoolyard?” with those guys in class

Fuwa: That happened? Because of that?

Nikaidou: The other guys didn’t know what they were, but only you said, “It’s a shajo”

Fuwa: Oh...I see....

Fuwa: Well, for you, I guess anyone would have done. Having kyudo experience was just a plus

Nikaidou: ...

Fuwa: And, the shamen uchiokoshi? Well, as long as those conditions were met, anyone would have been fine, I guess

Nikaidou: ...Not really...

Fuwa: ?

Nikaidou: (small voice) ...It’s not just those things

Fuwa: Huh?

Nikaidou: ...When I went to talk to you, you immediately said you’d do it

Fuwa: ...Hmm? Did I?

Nikaidou: If you had told me that you’d think about it, I wouldn’t have minded

Fuwa: Ho, really?

Nikaidou: Even if you were just buying time, it would have only been annoying

Fuwa: I see. I’m glad I answered immediately, then. So, that’s all?

Nikaidou: What do you mean, “that’s all’?

Fuwa: Any other reason. That you called out to me

Nikaidou: Not really...

Fuwa: Didn’t you say “it’s not just those things” earlier!

Nikaidou: You heard that?

Fuwa: Oops, that slipped out.

Nikaidou: Yeah right

Fuwa: You were scared when you saw me for the first time, weren’t you?

Nikaidou: What are you talking about

Fuwa: You thought you could use me, right?

Nikaidou: You’re annoying

Fuwa: And,

Fuwa: Your dream was “Tsujimine victory!” from defeating Kirisaki, right?

Nikaidou: Well...you’re not wrong about that

Fuwa: Leave it to me!

Nikaidou: Leave what to you? Fuwa, your zanshin has been sloppy lately. Your concentration is all over the place, and you’re just going through the motions

Fuwa: Seriously? That’s bad

Nikaidou: I’ll check you at school tomorrow

Fuwa: Yes sir!

[auniverseforgotten]

I have been summoned! For the characters/fandoms currently giving you brain worms (we all Know it's FGO, but feel free to improvise uwu): 7, 12, 13, 14, 18, 23~ owo

OH BOY HERE WE GO thanks for the ask uwu

I'm gonna put this under a read more right now because I know this'll be longer.

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think [character] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

OMG you started on a nice one ty friend <3 as you well know I love coats,,,so much,,,fabric go swish. So one thing for me is Salieri wearing his first ascension coat even in second ascension BECAUSE HE SHOULD HAVE COAT. COAT GOOD. Also other people wearing each other's coats,,,Salieri wearing Mozart's, Mozart wearing Salieri's.

The avenger agenda trio of Jalter, Dantes, and Salieri all wearing each others. Everyone putting their coats on Lobo because he's the goodest boy.

BUT ALSO ever since I found out about hanakihan's ruler!Salieri oh my GOD I have been FERAL I mean LOOK AT HIM I want this actually in game IMMEDIATELY he looks AMAZING and I would kill for a gentle, beloved Ruler Salieri TwT

[This also continues outside of Fate, like with my favorite character ever Nick Valentine, forever thinking of him offering his coat to the Sole Survivor because he's such an old school gentleman.]

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

OKAY since I already mentioned the teaching AU [which yes did start with one Mozart/Salieri fic], this time I'll talk about the Alter Ego Salieri AU!

So this is really self indulgent and proooobably not really lore compliant but this is fanfiction so it doesn't matter! :D So basically it starts with the end of lostbelt 1, with Mozart in Salieri's head As He Does, but when the lostbelt closes and everyone is unsummoned, he's really terrified Salieri won't be brought through so he just fuckin digs his teeth in and refuses to be evicted from Salieri's body.

Cut to Salieri being summoned in Chaldea and realizing something's Not Right and then realizing the Not Right is OOPS AMADEUS STAYED.

From there the reason why i love it so much is they are really tempered by their love for each other. The Man in Grey wasn't able to reestablish within Salieri's spirit origin, which should have rendered him nonexistant, but Mozart Knows him, knows him in life and in death, and so this Salieri is far closer to how he was in life. This is actually why I decided on an Alter Ego, since this Salieri is an aspect split from the Avenger recorded in the throne of heroes, and because he was held together by Mozart's desire to see his friend whole again. And on the flip side, after realizing Mozart has to live in his mind, now, Salieri actually gets therapy and starts taking care of himself so that Mozart can flourish too. Especially since he doesn't want any lingering selfhatred or hatred for Mozart left over from the Man in Grey to send Mozart spiraling.

It's ALSO really fun because this Salieri is really chill and kind, and so Chaldea's existing Mozart reaches out to him to rekindle their friendship [and possibly more] and the Mozart in Salieri's mind goes FERAL because um WHO??? THE FUCK ARE YOU???????? YEAH YOU'RE ME BUT GET YOUR OWN. So the first time Chaldea Mozart tries to probe about a relationship, the Mozart in Salieri's head is like "you know what the Man in Grey was right let's~ kill him~~ <3 and Salieri just waves it off and works on helping him work through it because no one else could be for him but his own, of course.

Also they're stupidly OP together because it's my AU and I say so <3 the NP is either ST or AOE, I haven't decided yet, but it's a chorus so divine it sounds like death as a mixture of both, and Mozart appears from Salieri's cloak for it <3 and in the NP animation Mozart has his mask from his final ascension but it's shot through with red, black, and gold, and overall his outfit palette is much darker because Salieri's coat.

First ascension is a lot like Salieri's canon second ascension, just with the coat from his first plus some more white accents. Second ascension the coat gets more detailed, more dashes of white and gold lace through his overall design, and he gains a fiery aura,,,ring,,,thing behind him, like the one Mozart has in his final ascension but with a little more flame, and he has Mozart's weird...angel things. And then final ascension Mozart actually manifests kinda like how Orochi does with Ryouma, hanging around and wrapped around Salieri's shoulders like the world's most annoying scarf. Salieri has a lot more white, gold, and some purple, whereas Mozart retains a lot of black and red in this ascension.

One more detail with them is Salieri changes his appearance in terms of like...energy and vitality as well, looking haunted and worn still in first ascension, healthier in the second, and then fully revitalized in the third. Mozart, as a counterpoint, retains an air of frailty around him in their third ascension, not to imply that Salieri is stealing his lifeforce but to show that the Russian lostbelt took its toll and some scars, some trauma you never fully heal from. Salieri worries over him ENDLESSLY, can often be seen gently pushing him to the kitchens to cook him a meal or to their quarters to get him to rest. Mozart complains Loudly about this, but fondly.

Actual thoughts with outfit and detail aren't fully finalized, I'll post them when I have them ;w; same for skills and the like.

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

Hmmm this one's a hard one because I have a million fic ideas in my head, but so many of them refuse to come out, or I feel intimidated or worried that my writing won't be good enough for them orz

BUT a big one for me is I really wanna write Jalter/Boudica, pooooossibly ending in Boudica's class changing to avenger?? BUT the reason I really want to write this ship is I HATE HATE HATE what typemoon did with Boudica and her lore and I just. I want someone to show her it's okay to be angry, that it's okay to hate, and Jalter would be so perfect for it. For breaking her out of the "everyone's big sister" Boudica shape. I have a tiny bit? Of this written up? But I don't like most of it, they're both really hard characters to pin down for me.

Jalter in general is hard for me to write because she has so many layers and she changes so much throughout the FGO story, but honestly the harder part of this is Boudica. Because to really fully grasp what I have to do I would need to reread Septem and her interlude and they did her...so so dirty. I can read actual history fine and work with that but typemoon just. Made choices with Boudica and I haven't been able to bring myself to reread her stuff in preparation.

I also have a ton of fionn/diar wips in my docs but it's hard to work on them,,,they aren't RIGHT

Also BediMer,,,and Bedivere interactions with the knights in general,,,I'm so soft for him,,,,

14. Is there a character or ship you were so sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind?

Yeah so when I first got into fate it was because of YOU, WOLFIE, and I got really attached to Diarmuid pretty fast. And then I got to the North American singularity and Fionn was SUCH AN ASSHOLE TO HIM and I just hated Fionn on instinct ngl. But then I was looking up...either just Diarmuid or something else, and I stumbled on teatitty's blog and all of their fate posting changed E V E R Y T H I N G

Because, like most servants, typemoon only really grabbed a piece of Fionn, but by reading through her fate blogging and her sharing from extensive celtic mythology knowledge, I learned that the real Fionn and Diarmuid's relationship was. Very different, and that the pursuit was much later than most of the Fenian cycle, and wildly out of character for Fionn from mythos.

So after that I DEVOURED all of Tea's fate content and they got me hooked real bad on fionndiar [and other ships], and I have tentatively written some out but I just don't think they're good enough to share sdzfxcgv but yeah went from a NOtp to an Otp real quick w that one XD though I am a multishipper at heart so I do have other Diarmuid ships,,,and Fionn with his various wives,,,and snakecharmer [fionn/quetz/yan]because Tea again,,,,

18. Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

So I think I did this wrong sdfxcgvh but when I typed Salieri the next word was just 'is' XD So I kept hitting words until I got a sentence and got:

Salieri is the best way to get the best of the world.

I kept going too but it got weirder [added on 'to be in the same room as the first time in the past and i think it was a good idea'] SO. I DO AGREE HE'S THE BEST WAY TO GET THE BEST IF THE BEST IS ANGST BECAUSE THIS MAN CANNOT CATCH A BREAK

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

I guess I kinda answered this in 14 already hmm. But honestly I've been a multishipper all my life, so not really? Every ship that my silly little brain latches onto is loved equally uwu it's just that Salieri has the brain in his grasp rn XD

WOW THAT GOT LONG THANKS SO MUCH WOLFIE <3

Ask game is: here if anyone wants it or wants to send more to me uwu

[thecleverqueer]

Random thoughts during A New Hope:

*Rogue One really did enhance the first scene of this movie for me. They went through such an epic battle to get those plans, and now they must follow through to honor the sacrifice that brave crew made. Get ‘em!

*I just love R2-D2 and C3-PO. Those damned droids have changed hands so many times, and yet, they’ve been kept in the family.

*Leia Organa was the original. She’s such a badass. Smart, snippy, resourceful, all around brilliant character.

*GNK or gonk droids are also amongst my favorite. I wouldn’t want one personally, but I appreciate that they exist.

*I’d forgotten C3-PO’s first job was programming binary load lifters. Holy shit! I’m going to assume because his memory was wiped at the end of The Revenge of the Sith that it wasn’t the same binary load lifters that Ahsoka and Trace chased down in the under city on Coruscant, and none of that was C3-PO’s fault (though it wouldn’t surprise me).

*Owen blatantly telling C3-PO to shut up is peak Star Wars. Seriously.

*That red R2 unit’s motivator blowing at the moment that it did was either a fine example of how coincidentally chaotic the universe is, or how incredibly the force works in mysterious ways… and since this is Star Wars…

*It warms my heart that Luke was still playing with that space ship that Obi-Wan gave him so many years ago.

*C3-PO telling Luke that he’s not good at storytelling is also bullshit. We saw you in The Return of the Jedi telling your story to the Ewoks… with your compelling narrative and your sound effects. Come on.

*Since Owen calls Old Ben a wizard, does this mean Obi-Wan was being ballsy and tinkering around with the force after his rescue of Leia? Is that what the kids are calling Jedi these days? Space wizards?

*I love how Obi-Wan emerges using force scream to frighten off the sand people. That might be a power I would want. I dunno. It wouldn’t be my first choice if choices are given.

*I also wonder why Obi-Wan doesn’t seems to remember R2-D2 and C3-PO. How could he forget them? They were always there running around with him in space…ESPECIALLY, R2-D2.

*Oops. Luke just called the droids “robots”. Close, not quite.

*Leia probably could have resisted it, but I wonder why Vader opted to use drugs to get the location of the Rebel base and not mind probe? That’s a power all good Sith Lords should possess.

*I really wish Disney would release the original versions of the original trilogy before it was digitally remastered. I watched it hundreds, if not thousands, of times on VHS before they did it, but it’s hard to remember and I’d like to.

*Luke’s Intro to Jedi mind tricks.

*Obi-Wan is the undisputed king of chopping off arms.

*You also have to give it to Obi-Wan when he pulls out the lightsaber in the cantina in the first place. Balls. It didn’t seem to bother the majority of the patrons that there was a Jedi in their midst, people looked, the Bith band kicked back up and folks returned to their drinks. Still, there’s always a fascist rat in the crowd someplace that squeals to the Empire. Every. Time.

*”I’m never coming back to this planet again.” -Luke. Don’t be so sure.

*Han shot first.

*One of my least favorite things about the digitally remastered version of A New Hope is the conversation between Han and Jabba in the hangar. Han and Greedo had the exact same conversation in the cantina that he and Jabba had in that hangar verbatim. It’s almost as if Lucas just couldn’t help himself as the Jabba/ Han conversation was probably his original plan that he couldn’t pull off when Star Wars was originally released. And at this point, they couldn’t replace the Han/ Greedo interaction because it is iconic. Now, it all feels like a pointless, redundant afterthought. Also, it’s odd that Han calls a Jabba a wonderful human being. What!?! Jabba is a huge f*^%ing space slug! TF you mean, “human being”?

*The Millennium Falcon is a badass ship. That is all.

*I can’t stand Tarkin. He’s such a f*^%ing fascist asshole.

*Oh Alderaan…. The Empire did that shit on purpose. They blamed / tried to guilt Leia, but I bet they wanted to take out Bail equally bad. RIP Bail.

*”That’s no moon. It’s a space station!” -Obi-Wan. You can feel that HOLY SHIT moment. Yeah. I don’t know. It’s one part Geonosian (because those stupid f*^%ing bugs) and one part Galen Erso… luckily, Galen rigged it to blow. The bugs would have destroyed the galaxy.

*This goes without saying, but stormtroopers are kinda stupid.

*Tarkin says “the Jedi are extinct”. Nah, fam, there are, like, four of them and a part-timer…

*I have to wonder what all the water was in the trash compactor. Was it sewage, or… ? Yuck. Get out of there! There’s some sort of space worm in there amongst human excrements and god knows what else!

*I appreciate the fact that they left the scene where the stormtrooper hits his head on the door in the digitally remastered version.

*Luke tells C3-PO to shut up. See!?! Peak, I’m telling you.

*Vader telling Obi-Wan that he’s the master is laughable. No. You’re still not a master. You’re Palpatine’s bitch.

* Turns out, Anakin was the death of Obi-Wan. Sadly, Obi-Wan becomes one with the cosmic force. It’s okay. He will manifest himself into a force ghost. Now there are three Jedi and a part-timer…

*Does a simulator where you sit in those gunner seats of the Millennium Falcon and blow up tie fighters exist? If it doesn’t, it’s a hugely missed opportunity in every arcade on the planet. What a game that would be! I’d play.

*They’ve got 15 minutes to blow that shit up before it beats them to the punch.

*I feel like Wedge Antilles is an often underrated character. Wedge is an utter badass, and one hell of a pilot.

*Three minutes.

*One minute.

*Thirty seconds.

*”You may fire when ready.” F*^% you, Tarkin.

*Han comes in clutch. Luke blows up the technological terror (and Tarkin). Party on Yavin!!

*I can’t believe that Chewy will have to wait until The Rise of Skywalker to receive his medal.

[crazy-bi-btch]

Come Back Home (Ch.2)

Warning: Angst, political talk, men being assholes 😒, mentions of death/illness, mention of slurs, grammar mistakes (oops)

Pairing: LT. Bob Floyd X OC! Civilian “Vanessa Chavez”

CH. 2

-A couple months ago-

Penny and Vanessa were getting ready to open up for another busy night at the HardDeck. Vanessa had made sure to touch up her make-up in the back office, cursing at the flaring rashes that began to welt on her chest. 

After making sure to cover up any blemish visible to the human eye, she got ready for another shift from her personal hell. Base Bar. Penny and she knew that the majority of the clientele were soldiers, sailors, pilots, and any government official you can know of, they were there. Eyes wondering, stumbling around the bar, spitting misogynistic comments left and right. She grew to hate the men who came in, but she played along with the act, hoping her tips of the night would rack up enough to pay her rent and the hospital bills that were the haunting reminder of her illness. 

Vanessa was diagnosed with lupus at the age of 19. It was around the time she decided to drop out of college and move to California, getting away from the great state of Ohio. She knew that the only way of making it as a songwriter was to sell her music in the golden state of California.

 It didn’t take long for her to realize that California wasn’t so great after all. After many failed attempts to contact, sometimes harass, small record labels to take her demos, she had the dreading feeling that she had risked her whole life for a stupid dream. She realized that the only way of surviving, which didn’t require a college degree and would have free housing, was to enroll in the Military. 

It didn’t take long before she was sent off to the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego. Vanessa hated the training, the extreme heat, and the dizzy spells she would get after each rigorous activity she had. 

Vanessa pushed through the puking, the fainting spells, and the chronic pain she began developing. The day she was to graduate basic training, her symptoms had worsened. She could barely get out of bed, her vomit became bloody, and her life felt like it was a ticking time bomb.

Vanessa woke up in the on-base hospital, confused and in so much pain. Her sergeants stood by, pity in their eyes, as they explained to Vanessa that based on her health condition, she could no longer be enlisted in the Marines. Her status would be discharged, and she would receive financial compensation for ranking in the Private class, but her career was over.

Vanessa, once again felt her world collapse, it was like life was destined to put her homeless or in a coffin. 

All her dreams were going down the drain. 

It was after she was transferred to the San Diego hospital that she was picked and probed enough to diagnose her with Lupus. A pretty expensive disease for a 19-year-old drop-out with no living residence in the state of California, no job, and no one to call. 

Vanessa soon stumbled upon an affordable condo near the beach of San Diego and the Miramar Naval Base that she could just barely afford if she found a well-paid job. She decided to stay as close as possible to the Doctors that promised to help her along with her treatment.

When she moved in, she met Penny Benjamin, her neighbor. She had her daughter and family help her carry her belongings when they saw her sickly state when she tried to move in on her own.

 Penny made sure to be as welcoming and helpful to Vanessa. Even when Vanessa’s health became stable enough, Penny decided to offer her a job at the bar she owned. She told her how great it would benefit her, she would make enough to live and pay for her medication and treatments, until she found a job with better benefits. 

For now, she was stuck here until her body decided to go into some sort of stability that would allow her to move.

This night at the bar in particular had started rough, her hands trembled with the cold temperature of the glasses she had to carry. 

Penny had made an order of beer pints that were somewhat durable to falls, too many were dropping from Vanessa’s grip during her ‘rough’ shifts. 

Vanessa felt guilty but in reality, she had no control over her illness, it was so unpredictable, one day she would be great, and the next she could barely get out of bed from the chronic pain in her joints and limbs. It didn’t help that the monthly chemo rounds would leave her bed-bound for a week. 

That night, as she picked up the pieces of the broken glass and apologized to the tipsy patrons, she heard the chaos of the most annoying patrons. Navy pilots. 

“ God, kill me now,” Vanessa grumbled loud enough for Penny to hear as they both looked toward the pilots. She nudged her back, “ What did I say about joking about death?” Penny teased back while handing her a clean rag. Vanessa rolled her eyes, taking the rag to hurriedly clean her mess so she could get the new patrons' orders. With her best fake smile, she turned around and towards the table next to the darts. 

The pilots, dressed in khaki uniforms, laughed and shoved each other in amusement.

“ Good evening boys…” She glanced at the only female who was equally dreading her existence next to the bunch of men around her,” and girl.” 

“ G’damn… good evening to you sweets.” The blonde man with piercing blue eyes draws out in a southern accent.

 Ken doll, she thought disgustingly. 

Vanessa felt her chest swell in anger and tried to keep her smile from faltering. The rest of his buddies clamored with Oh’s and ‘Damn’.  

Before she could retort to the extremely offensive soldier, she heard a familiar voice behind her, as she turned around she heard the man behind her call out his name, Rooster.

“ V?” Her eyes widened with joy as she realized it was none other than her childhood friend Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw, the scrawny kid from her block, was the one that was to blame for her tom-boy phase. The noise of the rowdy bar and her racing thoughts of her impending illness vanished.

 All she could see was the boy, well man now, that used to bring her so much joy. 

“ Holy shit, Bradshaw?!” V couldn’t help herself from lunging at Rooster as they embraced in a tight hug.

 Their embrace seemed to set off some alarms for both Penny and Rooster’s fellow Dagger squad, who were gawking at the scene. Specifically, Ken-doll, who would have probably caught a fly or two with how wide his jaw dropped. Phoenix made sure to point out how stupid the men looked, she always made sure to humble them. Bob, on the other hand, was too focused on his own troubling thoughts, he was taken aback by seeing Rooster embrace, what he assumed, was a familiar face. It didn’t really spark any interest in him to partake in the group conversation or even being at the bar in general.

After quieting down his squadron from their pestering teasing, Vanessa was able to steal Rooster after heading over to deliver the first round of beers for his squadron.

 At the bar, they quietly bickered over his much noticeable glow-up. “ Who would have thought, Bradshaw I knew you were a military brat, but this… you're a spitting image of your father!” Vanessa teased throwing her rag over her shoulder, Rooster shook his head in embarrassment, “ I mean that mustache…” 

“ Alright, enough! Care to explain what you are doing here at a Naval base bar? I thought you were back home in Ohio?” Vanessa twisted her mouth nervously, the last time they saw each other was the summer before 7th grade.

 Bradley’s mom had gotten sick and they decided heading back to his grandparents in California would be best. They tried to keep in touch after, but in reality, social media wasn’t enough to maintain the childhood friendship they had. 

“ Well, long story short I joined the Marines after my music career flopped and now I am here. A washed up, honorably discharged, wanna-be-artist.” She couldn’t help but laugh at her summary, Rooster, on the other hand, was concerned.

“ What? You joined the Marines? Artist? I’m lost.” He squinted, somehow trying to comprehend that his childhood best friend was somehow a secret pop star who tried joining the military. 

She couldn’t help but giggle at his facial expressions, “ Careful Bradshaw, don’t hurt yourself.” He couldn't help but laugh along with her. 

She was finally able to take in the view of Bradley, semi brown hair, hazel eyes, sun-kissed tan with an amazing smile. She also saw the way his arms flexed under his Hawaiian shirt. Damn, Bradley got hot.

Then the most annoying cat-calling whistle came from, none other than, Ken-doll, Vanessa rolled her eyes looking at her friend. “ Please tell me he’s not your friend.” Rooster shook his head in disappointment. “ Never, but sadly- part of my squadron.” they both walked back, and Vanessa reminded herself to remain cool, calm, and-

“ Heyy sweet baby, how ‘bout another round for your heroes?” The physical ick she felt at his words sent fire into her veins. The others chimed in, “ Thank you for your service babes.” The shorter one slurred, a cringe of disgust faltered her façade. 

“ Dude! Shut up!” Bradley remarked in disgust. She was ready to turn around, ready to kick them out, but she needed to get to Penny first. It seemed that her hands began to shake as she turned, the searing pain in her joint became unnoticeable compared to the anger she felt towards the aviators who were objectifying her. Bradley began going off at his squadron, with Phoenix and Bob shaking their heads with disgust at their squad members. 

Hangman, who she later found out was Ken-doll, didn’t like this. “ What baby? Scared? You’ve never seen these many TopGun pilots? I see you shakin’ over there, we don’t bite.” Vanessa couldn’t take it anymore, She turned around, grabbed a random drink, and threw it at Ken-doll. Everyone in the bar fell silent. Jaws dropped, eyes fixated on what would happen next. Vanessa casually watched his face drip in beer, too stunned to move.

“ Men like you-.....excuse me, Navy men like you are absolutely disgusting human beings who think you can walk around and have people bow down to your every move.” Vanessa narrowed her eyes, red with anger, watching every pilot behind him that equally looked at her pissed, of course except Bob and Phoenix, they looked surprised that she had the guts to confront Hangman. 

Hangman practically vibrated with anger as he swiftly wiped his face in disgust. “ Guess what lieutenant, not from me.” After heaving out her last words, Hangman glared at her with an evil glint in his eyes.

 He clapped in amusement, “ Wow! The rooster didn’t know your girlfriend here was such a liba-tard. Let me guess…. ‘Female is the future.’” It took a matter of seconds before Vanessa exploded and her hands were thrown in any direction that meant hurting Mr. Ken Doll.

 Rooster lunged at Hangman while Vanessa was pulled by Phoenix. The other pilots trying to pry Rooster and Hangman from each other. Penny was quick on her feet reaching for the dangling bell by the bar, obnoxiously ringing it whilst yelling “  EVERYONE GET OUT!”

Vanessa was so furious she could barely register the chaos of bodies pushing and pulling her through the crowd, the booming voices echoed around her. Before she realized it, she was being pulled out by the side door of the bar, in view of the sandy beach that was illuminated by the bright full moon. 

“ Look at me! Hey!” Vanessa soon snapped out of her rage. She was face to face with the khaki-dressed aviator whose glasses rimmed his blue eyes. His expression was laced with concern and worry. “ Vanessa, breath!” His strong hands were on her arms trying to ground her. She hadn’t realized she was heaving out breaths, the adrenaline soon faded and pain ripped through her body. She winced and pulled away from the man. Cold sweat trickled at her forehead, turning away from the man who was the last person she wanted to see. 

She was done with uniformed men, it made her sick.

“ Leave me alone!” She exclaimed trying to step away from him, a blush flushed herself as she realized how sick she must look right now. Her appearance was suddenly an insecurity.

 Bob gulped, he remembered Phoenix telling him to get her out and seeing Vanessa, who he just met, suddenly panicked. It made him even more nervous.

“ I’m just trying to help.” He stepped closer trying to touch her shoulder, but she only flinched and frowned at him with disgust.

“ I don’t need your help! Go back with your squad, or why are you here to continue to objectify me? Want me to thank you for your service also?!” Bob’s face twisted in confusion, stammering over her frantic accusations.

“ What? N-no! You know we all aren’t like Hangmen!” Bob defended himself, Vanessa rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“ So what? That makes you the nice one of the group, I’m sure that does help you to get the girls in bed, News flash-” Her eyes darted to his name on the patch that laid on his uniform, “ Bob. Not me!” Bob felt offended, hurt even. He frowned and maybe it was the beer coursing through his veins but he was not going to let this hard-headed stubborn civilian get to him, not after he tried to help her.

“ You know what? It’s people like you that make it so hard for all of us to get along!” He accusingly pointed at the browned-haired girl with fire in her eyes. “ We came to blow off some steam before starting our deployment training!” Vanessa wasn’t listening, all she could think was ‘how to destroy this navy man’ that clearly had begun man-splaining.

“ WOW! People like me? Go on, say it!  A Liberal! A feminist? A gypsy?” Bob stepped closer, equally challenging her with his voice.

“ Yeah, and who knows maybe socialism is your answer to this world?” Vanessa mockingly laughed. Bob rubbed his forehead in frustration, he really had lost sense of what the true argument was about, he was just pissed at this point.

“ You really think I don’t know how much taxpayer money is being blown out the window for your stupid little aviator trips! Hell even to maintain this base!” Vanessa began. Bob only retorted with the usual ‘ Oh my god!’ that a man would usually start when his beliefs were challenged. 

Penny barged out and stopped the heated discussion from continuing.

“Alright! Enough!” Vanessa turned around unable to face her, the remorse and guilt of starting the first bar fight of the HardDeck history made her enough to be squeamish.

“Bob, go ahead and meet your friends out front. I’ll take it from here.” Bob glanced at her one last time before scoffing and walking away leaving Penny and Vanessa standing out in the salty breeze of the night. Tears rolled down Vanessa’s face, every emotion pilling into her as Penny held her in a tight embrace.

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[apoapsis]

@ovcrwctch said, "No, don't worry about me." Reinhardt points at Sigma with his pulse-probed index finger, seeing the concern all over his face. "I'm fine, Angela is just being incredibly stubborn." He insists, despite the fact that his hand is almost shaking from exhaustion and he is fully in a hospital bed with bandages over a lot of his body. Shrapnel and deep cuts from where his damaged suit bent in and dug into him. Reinhardt had been a crucial part of getting everyone out of that ambushed building, but it had cost him all of his energy and quite a bit of blood. To Reinhardt, he just needed a nap and a beer and he'd be fine, forgetting he was not a young soldier anymore. (a little angst oops, could be Sig or Siebren who visits him)

                    This is the consequence of attachment, SIEBREN has explained that in painstaking detail many, many times. It simply didn’t matter how much he could love any one person; the fact of the matter was that there would always be margin for error– there would always be potential for accidents to occur in the line of duty. It was just something that SIGMA was expected to accept, expected to disallow it from clouding his better judgement whether out upon the field or here, within the sterility of the medical ward. He is expected to accept the liability of caring for another living being simply because it is a fact of the life they are living. 

And if he didn’t desire this degree of heartbreak, he would’ve left the earth entirely.

                      “... Don’t be that way with me.” SIGMA murmurs coldly as he drifts into the unpleasant sterility of Rein��s private room within the emergency wing of the facility, towards his bedside to gaze down at him listlessly. At the surface, one might believe SIGMA to be upset with Rein directly, for having gotten injured in the first place, but in reality, he’s in shock at the notion that he could have lost the Crusader without ever having been present to witness– to observe– what could have been Rein’s final moments. 

How clueless he would’ve been, being here at base and blissfully unaware of what had occurred.

                How he could have died so utterly alone and so far removed from SIGMA’S ability to comfort.

A gloved hand delicately descends upon the back of Rein’s unsteady hand, careful to avoid disturbing the apparatus connecting the i.v. to him, as he guides it back to the bed firmly– though it remains as he gently squeezes the other man’s wrist reassuringly. “... You sustained a significant amount of internal bleeding. Your internals are significantly traumatized– you should not be so quick to downplay such significant damage.” SIGMA is very aware, by now, of Angela’s ability to pull one’s very life from the abyssal waters of death; how she forces the body back into compatibility with life.

                  Even despite his lack of medical expertise, his ANOMALY tells him all he needs to know: the fact of the matter is that this had, very well, killed him– it was only by Doctor Ziegler’s intervention that he’d come home alive at all. It’s evident in how little energy he has, how even just turning his head seems too taxing, how weakened his state appears, in conjunction with the obvious damage to his body. In the back of his mind, SIEBREN reminds him that this is the price of his choice, that it would be significantly more beneficial to remove himself from the room– to distance himself from Rein, and give himself the opportunity to allow his emotions to stabilize.

                 … But he can’t do that, can he? He loves Reinhardt– he could never abandon him.

That’s why, despite the visceral disgust of the sterile visuals and scents of the room, despite his blatant upset at both Rein, for downplaying his concern, and at OVERWATCH, for not practicing better strategies to avoid placing Rein in this position, SIGMA carefully climbs onto the bed with him. There’s a large degree of hesitation and awkwardness in his manner of execution, as, deep down, he knows he shouldn’t interfere with Reinhardt in this state– yet he persists, ever so carefully easing himself up onto the already-narrow hospital gurney so that he can lie– thankfully weightlessly– upon Rein, as his large body curls up to reduce what he could of his size. Tears freely stream down his face in such close proximity to the pain that radiates from Rein, but he stays right there beside him, pressing his face into his shoulder sullenly, as he attempts to tap into the deeper, more soothing vibrational frequencies of his ANOMALY to better comfort his significant other… Silently reminding himself of every little nuance he loved in regards to Reinhardt, in an attempt to jumpstart the cloying, restorative properties it tended to offer biological lifeforms. 

                  It wasn’t much, considering how adrift he found himself within his grief, but coupled with the various machines and medications Rein was connected to, it would certainly make a substantial difference towards his level of pain. 

“... Please don’t leave me, Starlight. I could not bear to imagine what I would have to do without you…”

                  “You cannot leave me like this…” SIGMA whispers hoarsely against Rein’s messy beard. “... If you loved me, you would come home safely– you would not put me through this, Reinhardt…”

"I just want to love you-- and yet everything you do tears my heart to pieces." The astrophysicist places a hand upon his sternum, his touch is so delicate it's barely there-- yet there it is, as he traces delicate circles upon his chest.

"... I'm not asking you to abandon your calls to action, I know better than that... But is it very fair of you to go and throw your life away after you've gone through the trouble of uprooting me from my life? What do I have here at OVERWATCH, if not you...? What is my significance to you, if your work must always come first...?"

"... I don't believe I should remain on earth if you do not plan to stay alive for very long... I can't lose anyone else-- all SIEBREN and I have are each other."

"-- and we both need you."

[silverspleen]

Oh I got so caught up in Saturday plans I forgot that FINALLY I had a tap (pericardiocentesis) go well at work this month!!

for reference during my three prior taps:

I got so skeezed out by watching the doctor struggle to suck fluid out of the patient with the huge comedy syringe that my ass fainted (it's ok it was at the end of the procedure and I was in training)

The patient was so wiggly that the doctor literally called another higher up doctor and went "do we really need to do this" and they did anyway and I was panicked and sweaty the whole time so when they mega fucked up and punctured the heart with the catheter wire it was like "oh this might as well happen" and the patient had to get rushed to the OR instead OOPS

Got called in not for a tap but for a possible post-tap chest tube readjustment, possibly in the patient's room possibly in the cath lab, and sat around outside for 40 minutes while they frantically gave meds, only to finally get to go in an the end, and when they looked at my ultrasound pics they promptly announced that the patient was dead and they were calling it

This last tap went completely fine, except that the doctor had to stab the patient like four times so it took an hour+, but I didn't have to hold the ultrasound probe so my hand was not near the needle! which helped a lot, I just had to run the machine. Patient was very alert but pleasant, and the worst that happened was that they kept accidentally gently smacking them in the face with the xray arm.

Anyway I didn't realize that they just......... Literally left the drain in with the catheter, which must megasuck.

Patient: I'm uncomfy :(

Doctor: Well you do have a tube literally going into your chest to drain the fluid around your heart into this jar here, and a piece of wire inside the tube that's poking gently at the outside of your heart so, yes, unfortunately you will feel sucky until the fluid is gone :)

Me who has literally never had a tap go normally and therefore never knew this: OvO

This means I'm comfortable enough to be a fully useful member of the lab and not freak out when they (inevitably) send me to go do another tap!!

Now if only I can remember the code for the lead apron storage room!!

[garbagefarm]

Garbage Farm (#43)

2023-03-31, Garbage Farm session #43, spanning from Summer 15 Year 4 to Summer 27 Year 4

Cast:

me (@mothmute)

E.B. (@salamand3rin)

Kimi (@2kimi2furious)

Highlights include, but are not limited to:

Garbage himbo hubbies droning in unison: It’s summer... That means the house is full of flies.

NOT AGAIN

also don’t you guys clean up at all?

Flat possum...

(he’s playing possum)

(E.B. is going to jail)

I crack my knuckles and start completely rearranging the storage system.

It was an over-complicated mess with too many categories, and I’ve learned how to do better

also, the workbench is extremely good and should be the centerpiece

Kimi walks in on the girls fighting (Dwarf and Krobus), ‘til daddy Wizard had to step in

barely make it back to bed after working on fixing the storage all day

Baby!!!

Theophania Garbage!!

E.B. comes over an baptizes her using her watering can, as is tradition

Growing pains learning to use the partially-reorganized storage system mean me and E.B. eat shit staying out too late, Marlon found both of us face down in the mud

(I teleport to the desert by accident, a classic mistake)

the oak trees I planted last time have grown, I can start tapping them for the resin I need to rebuild my kegs

The seduction of Krobus......

me and Kimi happen to meet by chance in the secret woods

Pierre’s Prime Produce now looms over us. it’ll be fine, right?

E.B. got some cherry bombs for me, left them in my fridge

Elliott tells me he couldn’t be happier :’)

(gently probing the skulls....)

should we keep the storage chest full of bones? (hell yes, bone chest)

Kimi finds some garbage cranberry sauce

we resign ourselves to the necessity of building a slime hutch

Pizza is a big boy now!!

strange sound in the night...........

Elliott tells me that Bartholomew called him da-da :)

blueberry harvest is here, that should deal with Pierre’s Prime Produce, right?

nevermind, he sucks! and only wants veggies! and blueberries are fruit!

I find Haley taking photos in the forest, she tries to ride one of Marnie’s cows and falls into the mud (but she takes it in stride)

There’s a weird alien egg thing on the farm!

What’s a little accidental horse theft between friends?

Marlon heard about our slime hutch and came by to get us started

he claims a slime took out his eye. how??

I got a letter from Krobus! It had the recipe for Dark Signs, which I’m now going to use everywhere

E.B. got a catfish from Linus

The Garbage Ducks are stubborn, and refuse to swim

Robin bombs Pizza’s outgrown crib

KIMI FINDS THE PRISMATIC SHARD WE NEED

I get stuck seeing Sam’s band, Goblin Destroyer

Penny calls me “an honorary member of the band”, that’s gotta be one of the most savage burns in Stardew

they weren’t very good, and I went home with my goblin fully intact

Big melon is here!!

aaand the slime hutch is gone. phew

Kimi is torn between cashing the prismatic shard in for the sword, or donating it to complete the museum

Kimi, I’ve already done that, I can just buy you one

E.B. wants one too, if it’s not cost prohibitive

Kimi wants one only if it is

Pizza has insomnia :(

new cow is born, Snurtie!

Museum is complete!! My head fills with thoughts of Garbage...

Kimi is Wild Possum’s favorite

I killed a frost jelly, and Marlon is very pleased

running into Kimi in the storage shed, both out too late to make it back, RIP

Time for some exit explosions

“gptte,”

E.B. was knocked unconscious.....

NEXT TIME:

oops, we forgot to take a picture with the big melon!

finish Pierre’s Prime Produce with some of the radishes, we’re bound to get enough, right?

Moonlight Jellies

Planting for fall!!

buncha cranbs, buncha punkins,

probably gonna plant a buncha other stuff too

Deluxe the ducks’ coop?

maybe if we add more ducks, they’ll be more likely to swim

I wanna learn about burglary......

I might get into some coffee-making around my house......

[roleplaycharacter1shots]

character profile - Tom Hawkins {the specialist}

G E N E R A L I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Thomas Osiris Hawkins Nickname: Tom Gender: Male Birthplace: Cairo, Egypt Birthdate: July 30, 1980 Current Residence: NYC, New York Employer: DARK Occupation: DARK operative, specialty in runes and rune tattoos Blood: Pureblood

A P P E A R A N C E Height: 6' 1 Hair: Dirty blonde and brown with hints of red in certain lights Eyes: Light green Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous Other: Multiple runes tattooed across his back, back of his hands, arms, and thighs in various colors (a majority of them are in the traditional black) that he can trigger to be visible and not on command

Playby: Tom Hiddleston

B I O G R A P H I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N Fascination with ancient cultures and the human body runs in the Hawkins family. Although, it has not always been in the best ways: the first generations of Hawkins were grave robbers. Some searched for treasures, others for cadavers to experiment and probe.

George and Melody Hawkins were no different. George was an explorer, traveling the world with his healer wife and little Tom to find tombs and treasures. It was his father that led him to be interested in the ancient writings, despite how neither of them had no idea what they truly said. The way that the designs curved and meant multiple meanings drew Tom in quickly as he learned to read English. When he was thirteen during one of the many visits to Egypt over the summer (of course they were almost always there, given his middle name), Tom met with an elderly tattoo artist who taught him some simple meanings to the hieroglyphs that he tended to see on the walls.

When the summer ended, Tom begged his parents to let him come back the next year to learn more. George was thrilled, considering how it would help them understand those inscribed on the tomb walls. Melody was a little disappointed, as she was hoping that her son would make a name for himself as a healer, but she did see how passionate he was about it. So each summer, Tom returned to the elderly man's tattoo parlor to learn runes and glyphs. His second visit his mentor permitted him to try using his tattoo needle. His mother was not pleased when he returned to England with a small rune on the inside of his right wrist. Tom did his best to keep it concealed from her, but her disappointment was clear.

Eventually, as any young apprentice does, Tom became a bit bored from doing the same thing each summer. Yes, he was learning new runes and words each day, but it was beginning to lose some of its glamour. He started doodling on the side because his mentor would not permit him to tattoo all the time, but he quickly learned that he needed to better respect the runes as his paper lit up into flames. Tom was terrified, but also even more intrigued.

By the time he was seventeen, Tom had runes across his back, arms, thighs, and the back of his hands. He quickly learned that certain combinations did different things. And to his mother's relief, one of those combinations permitted him to hide all of the others when he wanted. Granted, it took him quite a few years to get to that point, but once he did she seemed to accept his line of work a bit better. Moving to America and getting the job as a DARK operative to continue his experimentation made him feel a bit more validated, but he can't tell his mother. Oops.

C O N N E C T I O N S Parents: George Hawkins (explorer and world traveler, father), Melody Hawkins (healer, mother) Romance: Hollis Vane (partner since early 2015) Tension: His mother not being a fan of his work (but it's manageable) Notables: His first relationship was with a gay man, but they broke up because his boyfriend was uncomfortable with Tom being bisexual; younger cousin to Aston Bradley (mothers are sisters); Selim Gerges, his first tattoo mentor in Egypt.

O T H E R T H I N G S Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ravenclaw House Wand: Mahogany, twelve and a quarter inches, unicorn hair Sexuality: Bisexual Spoken Languages: English, Arabic Likes: Runes, tattoos, high collars Dislikes: People who don't take the time to understand his passion Song: The Imitation Game - Alexander Desplat & London Symphony Orchestra

[neverhangd]

"It's difficult to be around you and not feel this way." (from Halsin)

"OOPS... I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU" PROMPTS

Anne pauses in her washing, slowly sitting all the way back. Her blouse, still heavy with unwrung water, forms a damp patch on her trousers as she considers Halsin. It’s…an unexpected confession, to say the least. Sea glass shards probe Halsin’s admittedly handsome face carefully, combing it over for any sign of deceit. She’s certainly used to inspiring feelings in men—revulsion, hatred, fear, respect—but what Halsin’s describing is…substantially different from those.

“…sorry to hear that.” And she is, in a fashion. Two of the last three men who’d said the same had meant it for the illusory Anne who lived in their heads and not the real thing; the third she hadn’t had time to see disillusioned, taken by the Nautiloid the next afternoon as she was. How long until disdain curdles Halsin’s features, too?

“I know I en’t the easiest to get on with, but I’ve appreciated yer company. I can be out of yer hair come morning, if the rest are amenable to sharing some of their provisions for the road. Might be a tenday to be clear of me otherwise.”

[lifeofsims3]

While contemplating how to break the bad news to Keisha, Star was out playing her bass in the park when this sim caught her eye. Curious about his spiky hair, Star helped him finish building his snowman and learned his name is Jareth Alto. Oh dear, it looks like this might be a real crush she's developing! Terrorizing people with probes is how you handle these new feelings, right?

Despite being a lot older than her, Jareth took up the invitation to attend Star's teen party that she had arranged for later that night. Who knows, it could be fun! If only the other person invited wasn't Keisha... Star broke the bad news to her and she didn't take it very well.

Despite that they were still good friends after all was said and done. What a relief, no broken hearts here! Or, maybe there is one. Oops, sorry Keisha.

After a rough start to the party is seemed to mellow down into a pretty good time, with everyone having some fun. Until Star got a call to say her parents are coming back early from their holiday. Quick gang, time to make sure the house is clean so no one gets in trouble! Then it was back to some pool.