#real finch hours

[nonbinary-arsonists]

kinda ran out of effort but here they are!! adam is an american goldfinch and barbara is a house finch :)

[4theitgirls]

productivity apps for self improvement

pinterest

you know i had to include the ultimate form of social media. pinterest is one of the only truly peaceful social media apps out there and focuses on sharing photos to your themed boards. this app is everything if you’re into making vision boards, moodboards, beauty, productivity, and really anything else. there’s something there for everyone!

finch

this is a wonderful self-care app, in which you take care of a bird while taking care of yourself! this is my new favorite app. i use the free version and it is adorable. the app asks you some questions about your goals and how you feel about self care, and gives you some daily goals based on your answers, but you can delete and add goals of your own. the more you log in and track your goals, the more adventures your bird can go on and the more they grow. i recommend this app to absolutely everyone and i will never shut up about it.

gymshark training

this is a free training app including many different types and styles of workouts. you can search for workouts based on duration, equipment used, the targeted muscle, and so on. you can also add workouts and plans of your own and track your progress.

i am sober

this is my favorite app for if you have something you want to quit. this isn’t just for substances or alcohol, but can also be used for quitting sugar, skin picking, caffeine, fast food, and so many other things. you can track your progress, review your days, make pledges, and connect with others who are struggling with the same thing you are. you are also given motivational quotes and reminders when you log into the app. there is an option for a subscription, but i use the free version and have had no problems with it at all.

study bunny: focus timer

an adorable focus timer where you gain coins with every goal/time you accomplish something with your focus timer and you can spend your coins on cute little accessories for your bunny! the only real issue with this app is that the ads are kind of crazy, and it’s $15 a month to go ad-free.

flora - green focus

this app includes a pomodoro timer and plants a tree in a rural community based on how often you stay focused using the timer on the app. the app does not plant a tree unless you opt for their subscription, which is $2 per year and allows you to plant one tree for 120 hours of focused time. you can also plant a tree every 24 hours with the $10 plan.

focus to-do: focus timer&tasks

this app combines a pomodoro timer with a daily to-do list. the app is free to use, but includes additional features for those with a subscription, which is $3 for every three months or $9 for a lifetime membership.

balance: meditation & sleep

a great app that includes nightly reviews, meditations, and sleep sounds. this app has great reviews, but it’s worth noting that it’s not completely free. it includes a trial, after which is $12 per month, or $70 per year.

insight timer - meditate & sleep

just as it sounds, this is another great app for meditations, ambient sounds for sleep, and progress tracking. there are tons of free things included in the app, but if you want to unlock everything, the premium plan is $10 per month or $60 per year.

structured - daily planner

an app with great reviews intended to help organize your daily tasks into achievable goals and track your progress. the app has basic features for free, but also includes a premium subscription if you want to unlock all the features.

routineflow: guided routines

this app caters to those who have difficulties staying focused and maintaining a set routine by guiding your routine for you and managing your progress. the app gives you one routine for free, but if you want another, you would need to pay for the $30 annual subscription.

how we feel

a wonderful free journaling app developed by therapists and scientists for logging your emotions, talking to other users, and tracking your mood patterns.

gentler streak fitness tracker

if you’re tired of the constant work and grind mentality, this may be the app for you. this app takes a gentler approach to fitness by tracking exercise, giving encouragement, and notifying you if you are overworking yourself. the app itself is free, but certain features require a subscription, which is $8 per month or $50 per year.

glo | yoga and meditation app

glo is a highly rated app for yoga, pilates, and meditation. unlike most of the other apps listed, you can’t really access much on glo for free. to access the full courses, they offer two plans: $30 per month or $245 per year.

waterllama

another adorable app that lets you track your water intake with a cute llama! super motivating and is free for basic features. if you want to unlock all features, the subscription is $7 per year.

mindllama

made by the same people as waterllama, this app allows you to practice and track your meditation and breathwork practice with a cute llama! like waterllama, the app is free, but some features require a subscription, which varies depending on whether you want the premium plan, the anxiety relief plan, or the sleep focused plan.

daily bean - simplest journal

another super cute app that helps you track your days and moods. the app itself is free, but a premium plan is also offered, which is $20 per year.

schmoody: mood & habit tracker

this app aims to help you through depression, anxiety, and/or adhd by helping you track your habits, talk to other users, and give you the resources to get you back on track. the free version includes the “essentials” to support mental health and well-being, but they also offer a premium version, which unlocks more resources and personalized options. the subscription is $15 per month, $60 per year, or $100 for a lifetime membership.

meditation timer - zenitizer

this is a meditation timer that focuses on simplicity and organization while tracking your meditation practice. a free version is available with a limited amount of content, but a premium version is also offered, which is $3 per month, $20 per year, or a $50 one-time payment.

mineral - gratitude journal

this is a free journaling app that is secure in the fact that you have to use face id in order to access your journal. this app is definitely more simple, but effective nonetheless.

focus keeper: productive timer

this app is a popular pomodoro-style timer app. i’ve heard that this app works wonders for many people with adhd. the app is free, but includes additional content and features for those with a subscription.

[wolvesroampastelgalaxies]

Edit: All chapters up on Tumblr & ao3 :p

Okay, so I saaaaid 3 chapters. But like every good ending to a movie franchise, we going halfsies. ;P I will be dead honest, I have only seen the fist episode of FoP: ANW and have no desire to continue, because, as a 24 yo woman I should not feel this distraught about a cartoon. Also, I'm recalling things from the OG series by memory. So if things don't quite line up with canon or lore, just let me have the liberation that comes with fan fiction. Also, I know the show takes place ~20 years ahead, I like to think Timmy kept his fairies till he was 18 and so it has been 12 years since they have last been together.

Second Star To The Right And Straight On Home ⭐️ (Part 1)

Timmy had been working on this sales report for the first 3 hours of shift. His hands were cramping as his eyes strained at the screen. Maybe he needed glasses? Definitely needed to start taking magnesium supplements. Was he really getting that old? It wasn’t like he had done much in his life to feel old at 30. That was another thought, he hadn’t done much of anything. He’d been at this job for nearly three years, maybe a handful of failed dates, and spent his free time napping on the couch after eating room temperature pizza. 

  What am I doing?

  Introspection always vined its way like poison ivy through the ridges of his brain when left with his own thoughts.  

  I need fresh air, maybe take a walk, go grab a drink this weekend, anything to break up the monotony.

  Monotony: he never used that word. The world was starting to bleed into the black and white screen he worked with, smearing into something gray. This was torture, working under florescents when there was real sunlight. His cubicle was near the back of the office and closest to the windows. It magnified his gloominess by teasing the bright colors of the outside. He frequently cast glances to see streams of sun peeking through tree leaves. Most times, there was a finch sized bird sitting on the closer branches. Timmy noticed it the first time when, strangely, he was feeling watched. Or maybe he was desperate for attention. 

  Lately, when he’d go to check on the little bird, it was missing, leaving him discontent. It was a strange color, akin to lavender or periwinkle. No amount of Google searches revealed the species. It wasn’t uncommon for Cosmo and Wanda to take animal forms. Green and pink dogs were definitely harder to explain. There were no strange looks when they were pins on his backpack or- 

  Wait. 

  Timmy’s brows furrow and he moves his hands to grip the arms of his chair, sitting up straighter. Though he was looking outside, all focus was on whatever was unfurling in his head. 

  Cosmo and Wanda .... did I ever have dogs? No. Definitely not a green one. I had fish, it's a wonder they stayed alive for so long. 

  Why did he think of those names? Why could he picture personified versions of everyday objects? Always the same color. Green and pink. Pink and green. Because he knew them. He knew they weren't pins on a backpack or an .... umbrella? 

  They were my fish. Right? But they were also people. No, that’s not quite right either. 

  They were his fairies. And he remembers skydiving. He’s never been skydiving. But how does he know the sting of wind on his face?  And why was his parachute talking? Timmy nearly knocks over his chair as he gets to his feet, heart rate increasing like the one and only time he went to the gym. A co-worker catches the sudden movement, sensing a source of panic. 

    “Yo, Turner, you good man?”

  Timmy barely registers the words and makes a noise in the back of his throat as a reply.

    “I’vegottogo.” He tumbles out, snatching his car keys and phone from beneath the desk. 

  He has to find that fishbowl. 

💫💫💫

    The house had been shut up since his parents left on their yearlong Winnebago journey. Outside of Facebook posts and a few messages he rarely spoke to them. They were never really the attentive type. At least not to their son. Timmy has a hard time getting the door open. Images and dialogue clog up his concentration. It’s like their occurring in the moment and yet he’s recalling them from the past at the same time 

  Wishing for Christmas every day? Really immature Timmy.

  ‘We’re two halves of a whole idiot!’

  Wanting to be a girl for the day was a bad idea from the start. What was I thinking? Even if Trixie Tang was hot. Wanda did warn me though.

  'This bike stinks. I need one that’s cool as I am!’ 'This bike is as cool as you are!’

  'Did I really wish to be in the internet? Oh dear God I’m so happy it wasn’t the modern-day web.

  'And here's Wanda with the news: Vicky 's going to kill you when she finds out what you're up to!’

  His head pounds from the jumbled jargon he once knew as it takes meaning again. No wonder he felt so bored with his life now. He had fairies and dumb wishes with dumb, sometimes disastrous outcomes as a kid. Cosmo and Wanda were his fairies! There was a whole world of fairies, anti-fairies, and pixies and magic!  And there was a whole book of rules, all of them he sees himself breaking. As well as being the source of new ones.

  When the keys finally make it into the doorknob and he throws it open, not bothering to retrieve them or close the door. After he had moved out, his parents didn't do anything with his stuff. Just shoved boxes and the miscellaneous in as they needed. Everything was mostly in the same spot. Including the fishbowl.  

  It was right where it should be on his nightstand. Timmy went to reach for it but pulled back, staring intently. Dust had covered the glass surface, and he was afraid that disturbing any of it might cease the onslaught of memories. He wanted these memories, he wanted to know his life hadn’t been useless. That there were people who wanted the best for him and didn’t abandon him when there was a stupid decision to be made. Knowing that two tiny fairies said they cared for him. 

  His heart was pulsing hot bolts of pain at the thought of having lost them in the first place. At wondering why his god-parents left him and where they were now. 

  After a long moment, he tentatively reached out, bringing it closer, letting clips of childhood reflect off the glass. It was barely big enough for one guppy, much less three goldfish. Three. There had been three.   

  There was no cringe or embarrassment attached to this wish. In fact he remembered being the happiest he’d ever been in his life. It has been him and his god-parents for a long time, and he never thought it could get better. It was an overwhelming feeling of love that encompassed past and present. Cosmo and Wanda for once hadn’t warned him of the repercussions, despite them being epoch-making; they all knew it was so worth it. 

  Sadness has such a way of tainting things. It crept unnoticed as another memory took place. It was in this room. He felt a tight squeeze around his arm and saw Cosmo’s face pressed into his shoulder, muffling sobs, his dramatics matching the situation for once. A light kiss pressed itself into his temple as Wanda patted down his hair. Tiny hands pulled at his shirt and tears stained more than his clothes. Then there was nothing. Like it was all a dream that faded with the night and the sun was rising a now dull dawn.

  Timmy rubbed at the dust with his thumb, smearing a tear across it. He remembered the third one. His voice choked on something bitter as he saw through the eyes of his younger self, hugging the baby fairy when it all went away. 

    “Oh Poof, I - I’m so sorry.”

    “Don’t be. And it’s Peri now.”  

          💫 💫 💫

  Was that really the first thing to say after 12 years? The strain in his own voice prevented what Peri thought might be condescending. Call it intuition or an inference, but he knew Timmy would come back here. After Dev granted his wish, he sat there dumb struck until the kid asked him what happened next. Peri had pictured the reunion with so many different outcomes that, for a moment, he was scared of ‘next.’ Timmy was all the way back in Dimmesdale, across the country, though that was no problem with a little magic. Magic however, could be independent if left without clear boundaries. Peri had no idea how this wish would work out. Would it be instant? Would it come back in pieces? Would it work at all? He was sure he found a loop-hole. He could recall several times his magic went against Da Rules without the intention, and as dangerous as it was, this was his fail safe. 

  This was Peri’s first time shapeshifting into his human form that was not directly from his normal one. His little finch self has flown through the cracked window, its symbolism lost on him.  A human body felt clumsy, but it seemed like the right choice. What if he hadn’t remembered they were fairies yet? Granted, he was still trying to figure out the wings and crown, it was difficult to hide the markers of his true self.

  It would not have mattered if Poof appeared as a fairy or disguised as human, Timmy could see Cosmo and Wanda in him. He had just been a year or two out of his beach-ball stage when Timmy had turned 18, and the then young kid was already resembling his parents. Now, Timmy was struck with the resemblance to his god-parents. His little Poof had Cosmo’s smile and Wanda’s hair, but his eyes were uniquely his own and easily the most identifiable. Timmy had seen those lavender eyes glitter as they first took in the world. He hated anyone or anything that turned those eyes into blank spaces all this time.

  Peri might not have been going by his government name, but he made a noise akin to it when Timmy pounced on him. Petite as he was, something he got from his father (well, before retirement), he felt enveloped by the embrace. Even as a human, Peri was slight and though Timmy was no body-builder, he wasn’t a teenager anymore. The differences didn’t register as he felt the warmth of Timmy’s near crushing hold. His body recalled the last time they were like this, when it was goodbye. As his mind caught up to the haptic memory, the contrast between then and now made him break.

  My brother remembers!

 Relief was meant to be calming, coming out from a storm unharmed, but for them it was a tsunami. For all the bravado and charisma he showcased, over a decade of longing revealed itself. Timmy wasn’t much taller but it was enough so he could hide his face in his brother’s neck, for once not holding back the tears. He felt the human’s cheek press against the side of his head and it was the most contact either had in a time they had stopped counting. Timmy couldn’t believe this, he never wanted to let go, never wanted to forget a single second of this. How could any magic replace this?

  The moment could not bridge the years apart had they stayed this way for twice as long. Timmy had to force himself to push Peri back by his shoulders, one hand staying there and the other pressed against the back of his head to get a better look. If he still had them, he’d wish for the tears to stop so he could see properly.

    “Oh my God. Poof, look at you! You grew up! How-how could I have missed this?” He hiccuped.

   Peri didn’t bother to correct him, the name was childish but they had both been children when Timmy named him and if anyone had a pass to say it, it was his big brother.  The fairy took a shaky breath, attempting to blink away the kaleidoscopic effect of tears. 

    “Like -,” he has to step back, letting both of Timmy’s hands rest on his shoulders, or he might never stop crying, “Like I said, don’t be sorry.” He smiled pitifully. They could fix it now

    “We used to watch - oh what was that show? Sleazy and Cheezy! And you about got me killed!” He laughed, wanting to recall as much as possible

    “And - and remember the time mom was so mad because you were teaching me to shape shift!”

    “Tree and bee do sound the same!”

    “Okay but, you definitely stretched it with the bird and rocket mix up!”

    “Hey, I wasn’t gonna let you take the fall. You were already falling in on our roof.” 

  Reluctantly, Timmy let go of Peri’s narrow shoulders, the euphoria bottoming out. Peri saw the dimming of blue eyes, and an intense anxiety struck him. This time he was the one reaching out.

    “What’s wrong? 

  Timmy pulls away and moved to sit on the edge of his bed. A musty smell arose as the sheets crinkled under the weight. Peri watched as a perturbed look took form.

    “Why?” He finally says.

    “What do you mean ‘why’?”

    “I grew up, they wiped my brain. You could have lived eternity and forgotten about me.”

     Peri had a lightning-like shot of anger, “I could never forget about you. None of us could.”

     Timmy scoffed, “You’re telling me that immortal fairies, who have had countless god-kids throughout the centuries, would find me so important?”

     The fairy clenches his fist, stomping over to force the human to look at him. "You have no idea how hard they fought for you. Or how much of a hole you left for us. They haven't had a god-kid since you.” 

    “Really?” He concedes. It dissipates into something bitter and selfish when he sees Peri’s resolve falter.

    “Well -

    “I figured as much.”

    “No, you don’t understand.” He says the harshness leaving, replaced with empathy. He sits down next to Timmy. “It was very recent. And I was mad and couldn’t understand either, after all we went through.”

   “Thanks.” He says flatley. 

   “Will you just listen to me? When they met Hazel, they said it felt different from their time with you. Because they realized you meant more than being their god-kid. That it was the same feeling they have with me.”  

 They think of me like their son? 

  Timmy wills himself not to let go of another tear, but it has been an emotional day and having half your life re-written can be a little overwhelming.

    “Do they know, that, well, that I know ? ”

    Peri grins, a bit of debonair sneaking in, “Would you like to tell them?”

  He thinks of the first time he met his god-parents, at 10 it never crossed his mind to be skeptical because, hey, unlimited wishes. Now that he’s older, he realizes all the lessons he learned from them. And how he could get away with so much more with Cosmo and how Wanda would nag him like a mother. They were more his parents than his biological ones. 

    Timmy bumps his shoulder with Peri’s, “You realize we probably are going to be crying again?”

    “No doubt. Family reunions can be emotional.” He says with a curt nod, now wearing a full smile. 

  Family. His family. 

    “I gatta ask though, did you say your name was Peri?”   

[the-modern-typewriter]

just wanted to say that I LOVED the Johnny / finch stories. Absolutely incredible.

Ah, thank you! <3 I want to get Part 9 up in May :)

This is the opening extract of Part 1 for context:

“How do you like it, huh? You like it?”

Steve sobbed in response, writhing, drooling beneath the relentless pressure of the taser.

There were a lot of reasons why it wasn’t a great job being a guard at supermax.

Most of Johnny’s colleagues (especially Steve) were dickheads to varying degrees; drunk on the power they held over the formerly immensely powerful, their own misguided self-righteousness, or whatever other proclivities had inspired them to apply for the position. The others were worn down by constant staff shortage, the general atmosphere, and the truly harrowing reality of what everyone involved had been sentenced to.

Most of Johnny’s wards were also dickheads to varying degrees, still dangerous despite the wards blocking their superpowers, and itching for whatever scrap of control or pleasure they could claw for themselves. The others were either just trying to survive, or actively trying not to, given the hopelessness of the situation they found themselves in.

The innocent and the good did not end up at supermax. But Johnny increasingly felt, since starting the job, that even the worst of them didn’t deserve a fate quite so awful as being there.

The supermax itself was a perpetually cold hell hole that had built itself down into the world instead of up towards the sky. There was no natural light. He had it on good authority that the revolutionary power-blocking wards were unpleasant at best and actively painful at worst.

So, all in all, it was a truly soul-sucking place to spend any amount of time in and the only real consolation was that he got to leave at the end of his shift.

He’d been less than an hour away from the end of his shift when the riot started.

Johnny felt bile claw up his throat. “Hey—” he began, a little hoarse, when he could no longer bear the sound nor feel of Steve thrashing.

The taser was switched off. It was also immediately pressed against the softness of his throat instead.

Johnny swallowed. He braced himself for pain, for whatever matched the burning hate in the other man’s eyes. The light was low, red with the alarms and facilities’ eerie emergency mode. It seeped like the blood that would surely spill into everything and oh god—

“Not him. He’s mine.”

The taser fell away from his throat in an instant. Everyone, even Steve, turned to face the door as much as they were able.

Despite the roiling, explosive violence of the riot, Admetus Finch seemed as cool as ever. Untouched. Unscathed. Not a dark, elegant strand of hair out of place as he stopped in the doorway of the dining room.

His pale gaze was fixed on Johnny.

[ohtobeleah]

Im crying, screaming, throwing up. Leah, you’re putting your whole ass pussy into these updates. I can’t wait for the next update.

Bro. The way I literally spent six hours writing this yesterday. Six! I couldn’t stop. I just had to get it out. Anyway, as always—here’s the Terms Of Endearment Masterlist

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Dot was a smart little girl. She knows when things aren't right. She knows when Bob pulls up in a driveway that isn't Jakes that something is wrong. With her little heart already broken enough from her traumatic pick up from daycare, but when she sees a woman standing out on the front veranda that isn't you, her bottom lip quivers. Where were you?

“Where's Mamma?” Dot asked as she came to from her nap in her booster seat, Bob felt his heart break inside his chest because how do you tell a two year old that their mother is in the hospital? 

“Mama’s gonna be back soon Dotty.” God Bob couldn't handle all this, he had no idea how you did it for so long without crying out for help. “Thanks for taking her on such short notice.” Bob is far too rattled for Chelsea Fitch to be comfortable with. “Jakes probably harassing the emergency department staff as we speak trying to get answers and Rooster was already there so–” 

“She's more than welcome for as long as needed.” Chelsea makes her way down the drive to where Bob is fishing Dot out of her booster seat. “She looks so upset–” Chelsea sighs. “Hi darling girl, it's okay baby come here.” With one swift motion, Bob was picking up the little girl everyone had gathered around to protect and handing her over to Reubans wife. Dot immediately snuggled into her shoulder, she's so tired and emotionally exhausted. There's only so much a two year old can take before they begin to shut down. “You know much about how she's doing?” 

“Nope, Jake fainted in the parking lot when he was on the phone with Rooster.” Bob relayed all that he knew as he unclipped the booster seats from the back of Penny's car to leave at the Finch household. “I didn't get a chance to ask much when I picked up the phone, just told Rooster we’d get there as soon as possible.”

“And by we you mean Amilia–” Bob just smiled, he caught the tone Chelsea used as she held Dot on her hip. Standing in the driveway as Chase clung to her leg. Bob Floyd loved the fact he wasn't the only one with a sibling he wasn't overly attached to. 

“Yes ma’am–” 

“Don't ma’am me Bob, I work for a living.” Bob couldn't keep his head from spinning on top of his shoulders if he tried. He couldn't keep up with the sharp wit and dry humour of the Australians he was suddenly in close vicinity to. 

“Sorry, sorry–force of habit.” Bob knew he should probably head over to Jakes and get some essentials sorted. It hadn't necessarily been a task bestowed upon him verbally, but Bob knew that he should, to do what he could within his means. “I'm gonna head off, I'll swing by Jakes and get some of Dot's things, stop by, then head over to the hospital.” 

“Can you tell my sister that for someone who's been in the states for less than three days on a soul searching quest or whatever bullshit she's on, she sure has a knack for finding trouble.” Chelsea chuckled as Bob just pressed his lips together in a thin line and nodded silently. “Come on bub’s let's get you two inside.” 

“Thanks again Chels–” Bob thanked Chelsea just one more time before he was heading off, leaving Odette Dolan in the Fitch’s capable hands while everything else seemed to fall through the cracks. 

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“You feeling alright?” Amilia asked as she drove Jake in silence to the hospital. There wasn’t any music playing through the speakers this time. Just pure silence filled the cab of her sister’s Sante Fe. 

“I’m sorry you got caught up in all this.” Jake swerved the question Amilia had asked as he turned to take in Amilias profile. Fuck she was real pretty. “It was incredibly unfair of me to ask you to get involved.” 

“Your niece is a real cutie.” Amilia, still focusing on the road ahead, smiled as she flicked on her indicator, turning into the Miramar Base Hospital. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to live with myself if I didn’t do something.” 

“Yeah—“ Jake sighed, letting his head fall back against the headrest. “It definitely feels like that.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have your sister and her ex been separated?” Jake just looked at Amilia, who for a split second turned her head to look back at Jake. “I don’t mean to pry.” Jake took notice to the way Amilias voice sounded softer in her regret to ask. “And by all means man you don’t have to tell me shit—just tell me to shut up and my lips are sealed.” Jake couldn’t handle the way Amilia turned her head back to the road ahead, she was so genuinely concerned about what was going on to people she’d never met before. “I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry—it’s too personal.” 

“No, no you're good.” Jake cleared his throat, thinking about how to explain your circumstances. “Emotionally I’d say ever since the first time he laid his hands on her.” Jake remarked, balling his fist at the thought as he clenched his jaw. “But uh, she ran out on him a few months back, turned up on my doorstep beaten half to death with enough alcohol in her system that I would have believed her if she said she identified as a distillery.” Jake chuckled, it hurt to make peace with the fact this had been your life, your rock bottom. “I promised her if she stayed here then she’d be safe, that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her yet here we are—“ Jake finally turned his head back to where Amilia sat in the driver's seat, looking for a park. “I don't know how to keep her safe.” 

Amilia didn’t respond straight away, the air was too heavy around her, she could feel the weight of Jake's world on her shoulders. No one deserved to feel that kind of guilt. It wasn’t his fault, what that Jaidyn guy had done wasn’t a reflection on Jake. He was only one person, how much could he honestly do? 

“The next dude that tries to kiss my fucking foreheads gonna cop a head-butt instead so we both end up hurt and confused.” Jake couldn’t help but to laugh softly as he looked at Amilia, this crazy, random woman he’d met that same morning felt like an extension of himself. Amilia had kissed him in the parking lot of his niece's day care not half an hour ago. Why had he not ended up copping a headbutt. He surely had a headache, but that was from smacking his head on the ground when he lost all control. 

“Can’t say that doesn’t sound like a good strategy—“ There’s a few moments of silence as Amilia gives up circling the full car park and just decides it’s probably best to drop Jake off at the emergency department. She hits the curb slightly and Jake cringes at the thought of the gutter rash her rims were gonna end up with. “Jesus—“ 

“Sorry.” It’s not hard to notice the embarrassment laced in Amilias tone as she puts the car in park. “I’m still getting used to the whole left side steering and right side roadway.” 

“How long have you been in the states for?” Jake asks, he’s reluctant to get out of the car because he knows the second he does he’s gonna lose his mind. Amilia Fisher seemed to keep Jake level headed. He needed that in all this, a guiding light. A lighthouse.

“Considering I’ve lost track of what day it is from the jet lag and copious amounts of caffeine I’ve been pumping I’d guest about three days, give or take a few hours.” 

“Three days and you're slashing people’s tyres!?” Jake genuinely laughs for the first time all day. He feels the butterflies in his stomach take flight when Amilia matches his energy and laughs with him, nodding. 

“I didn’t know what else to do!?” As the laughter drifted off into nothing, Amilia let herself settle into the back of her car seat. “You should probably get out now.” 

“I don’t think I can go in there.” Jake held back tears, he wasn’t ready to accept he’d let you down. “Can’t see her like that.” He wasn’t ready to face you. “I fucked up, I can’t—“ 

“Hey, listen.” Amilia cooed as Jake tried his best to hold himself together, he was falling apart at the seams. “Just breathe.” A gentle hand with manicured nails that make Jake's skin rise with goosebumps reaches out to cup his cheek. “She really needs you, but it’s okay to feel like you don’t have your shit together.” 

“You got anywhere to be?” Jake asked, it was his way of asking Amilia to stay. She just shook her head, she knew what he meant. 

“Been the longest fucking day ever and I could really use a beer, but I got absolutely nowhere else to be.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Bradley hated hospitals. He’d never been one to associate hospitals with good memories. It’s where he’d gone with his mum when he’d found out he’d died in a training accident and It was where he said goodbye to his mum one last time before she left to be with her best friend again. 

Now, as he sat in the waiting room tapping his foot on the ground impatiently waiting for someone, anyone to give him an update on how you were—he couldn’t help his mind from wondering. What if you were about to join the ever growing list of people Bradley Bradshaw had lost in his life? 

“Bradshaw!” Jake bellowed out as he came barreling through the front doors of the emergency department, Amilia in toe. “Where is she?” Rooster stood to meet Jake in an embrace that put all others to shame. Brother in arms. Jake wraps his arms around Bradley as Bradley took him in tight. Both silently silencing their painful sobs in each other's embrace. “Where is she?” 

“In surgery I think?” Rooster explained. “They wouldn’t tell me much because I still haven’t handed back the paperwork they asked me to fill out on her behalf.” It’s when Jake steps back that Bradley sees Amilia standing there. She’s a little on the short side, and by a little he means a lot. Respectfully Jake and Bradley tower over her. It wouldn’t be hard to lose her in a crowd. Amilia Fisher was definitely someone you’d tie a helium balloon to just to keep an eye on her. 

“Who’s this?” Bradley asks, he thinks he knows. She looks a little familiar. Jake just steps aside, allowing Amilia to outstretch her hand to shake Bradley’s. “God You look like someone I know—“

“Uh, Chelsea Fitch is my sister, you both apparently work with my brother in law.” It all clicks in Rooster's mind when he hears the mention of Payback's wife. “Amilia, Amilia Fisher.” 

“You’re the one who took the video this morning?” Bradley smirks, he can see the look on Jake’s face clear as day. The guys hooked. 

“That’s me.” Amilia confirms, Jakes just crossing his arms across his chest as Rooster sends him an all knowing look. He’d fallen in love at first sight with you, what was so hard to believe about the same happened to Jake Seresin. 

“She slashed Jaidyn’s tires too, made sure he couldn’t leave before Bob and I got there.” Jake mentioned and Bradley just raised his eyebrows in shock. 

“No shit?” 

“Bob took Odette to Paybacks place, he called me while I was on my way over—said he wouldn’t be too far away? Cyclone called off training for the rest of the week and sent everyone home.” Jake mumbled as he yawned, stretching his back out as he did so. 

“Yeah he said something about not being able to have people flying multi million dollar fighter jets around while there’s an internal investigation going on.” Bradley sighed. He was exhausted. “Where’s Jaidyn now?” 

“On his way to the station, I called the cops—they took him off in cuffs at the daycare.” Amilia explained as she looked around. “This a Military Hospital or General Public?” Bradley just looked at Jake who shrugged his shoulders back at him. Both men decided they needed to take a seat. Sitting side by side as Bradley handed Jake the half filled in paperwork. 

“How bad is it?” Jake asked under his breath. Bradley just pressed his lips together, he knew Jake had taken notice of the blood that stained Bradley’s hands and uniform. He knew what the answer was already. He just needed to hear Rooster say it. 

“Medic said her jaw was broken before we even got here, he must have really laid into her because I could hardly recognise her.” It absolutely killed Bradley to relay this information, he could see from the expression on Jake’s face alone that it killed him to know. But they needed to share each other’s heartbreak to get through this. “She’s tough though, never stopped fighting back—“ 

“We let her down.” Jake stated as a matter of fact. He was pissed at Jaidyn for everything he’d done to you but more importantly he was pissed at himself for allowing him to get close enough to her you. 

“I know.” Braldey swallowed the lump in his throat as Jake filled in everything he knew about you from a lifetime of friendship. It didn’t seem like enough though as he sat there, looking around to see if anyone was coming to update them. “I know we did.” 

Amilia opted to shout the two naval aviators who looked far too out of place a packet of chips from the vending machine. She knew well enough that they weren’t hungry, but they needed something in their system. Handing over the packet of chips, one each as she looked down at Bradley and Jake, gesturing for them to take the bags of air. 

“My favourite is cheese and onion but I can’t speak for Lays, wouldn’t know what’s good or bad here so I thought I’d play it safe with the original.” 

Jake just took Amilia in for all she was worth, Bradley could practically see the heart eyes he was sending over as he grazed Amilias outstretched hand and took the packet of chips. 

“Thanks—“ Jake cooed as Amilia came to sit beside him. Bradley hummed to himself when she opened her own packet, offering Jake a few from her packet in the hopes he’d share his with her in return. 

He did. 

Bradley couldn't help but to smile, Jake deserved to fall in love. He deserved someone who was as willing, kind, and above all as annoying as he was. Amilia Fisher gave off that vibe.

He just wished you were here to witness it too. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

Admiral Beau Simpson had never felt more like a failure than he did in the moments he sat behind his desk recording on a blank disc the seven minute assault that had left you dangerously close to death. He had never seen such a violent act against a woman. But what else he saw amongst the beating was bravery—

“I need someone to contact the local authorities, this guy is an animal.” Cyclone explained as he tried to peel his eyes away from the monitor, but he couldn’t. He knew he owed it to you to sit there and watch what he’d let happen by not stepping in sooner. “Why are you still here?” 

“Sorry sir.” One of the administrators that Cyclone had called into his office babbled out as he ran to make sure that the request of the admiral would be conducted. Almost as soon as he had left, Pete Mitchell was stepping into his office, wearing a confused expression. 

Like this day couldn’t get any fucking worse for Beau Simpson. 

“Why have you suspended all training until further notice and sent my team home?” Maverick asked, leaning over Cyclone's desk. “What’s going on—“

“You need to get down to the Base Hospital, Lieutenant Bradshaw is there with Y/n.” Cyclone could barely stomach enough courage to say what he needed to say. He made himself sick. “Allocations were made, they were dismissed when they should have been properly adhered to.” He sighed in disapproval of his own actions. Leaning back in his chair as he looked at the man who was in all aspects a better man than he was in the moment. “Felix was taken to hospital about two hours ago and I’ve opened an internal investigation into the situation. Your team is grounded until further notice, Captain.” Pete frowned as he took in what Admiral Simpson had just told him. He had been wondering where Rooster was, where Hangman had gone off to and why Bob was suddenly missing in action. 

He paused for a moment, wondering if what his initial thought was truly what had been the case. 

“Her ex got to her did he?” Maverick pressed his lips together as Cyclone begrudgingly nodded in conformation. “I told you when I found out he first got reposted that something would happen if you didn’t keep an eagle eye on that son of a bitch, didn’t I?” 

It was true. When Jaidyn had first showed up in North Island, Jake had asked if Mav could possibly pull some strings. He tried to warn Admiral Simpson what would happen, but his predictions fell on deaf ears. Maverick couldn’t tell at the time if Cyclone just didn’t want to know, was too self centred to get involved or if he just didn’t care enough about his personnel to do anything about it. 

“The only reason he took up this posting, Sir, was to get at her—I told you that and what did you do?”

Cyclone just closed his eyes—He knew what he had done. Nothing. If anyone had failed you it was Beau Simpson. “You told me to fall back in line, told me that if Felix had a problem she could come to you, but when she did what did you do?” Maverick hissed—he swore with the pressure building on his teeth as he clenched them tight he was about to break at least four. “You sent her away.” 

“I was just following protocol—“ 

“When has following protocol ever worked in the case of domestic violence, Sir.” Maverick left it at that as he made his way over to the door. Speaking over his shoulder before Pete Mitchell went to explain to the remaining members of his Dagger crew what was going on. “It’s people like you who make the system so flawed it does more damage than good.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The sun had well and truly gone down by the time Bradley and Jake saw a doctor heading anywhere towards their immediate vicinity. Amilia had fallen asleep beside where Jake sat, her head felt natural on his shoulder and he, in every sense of the word, hadn’t had the heart to move her. 

Bob had shown up an hour ago. He’d packed up a bunch of Odette stuff and dropped it off at Paybacks place before he made his way over. He’d filled him in on what he knew and told him as soon as he knew more he’d call. 

“Wonder how long it’s gonna take for someone to put us out of our misery.” Rooster mumbled, his eyelids were heavy and his feet felt numb from sitting in the hospital waiting room chair for what felt like an eternity. 

“Probably won’t be for a while still, god only knows we deserve to sit and stew in our own self pity.” Jake replied, he was just as tired as Rooster. Amilia snorted as she stirred on Jake’s shoulder. 

“You two sound fucking pathetic.” Amile Fisher had the energy of a feral princess. She was wholesome and you could definitely take her home to meet your mother if you wanted to. But she drank tequila and bourbon of any sort straight. She;d square up with a grown man without hesitation and have no problem putting someone in their place. Amilia was all about balance, and right now? Jake Seresin was all kinds of out of balance. 

“Thought you were asleep?” Jake turned his head to where Amila still had her head resting on Jake’s shoulder. 

“The sound of your insecurities woke me up.” She mumbled, looking up at Jake through tired and hooded eyes. “You aren’t responsible for this, neither is Rooster, so cut the self loathing crap out.” 

“Yes ma’am—“ Bob's ears pricked up at the sound of Jake sounding off like an aviator falling in line. He had a feeling what was coming next if Amilia was anything like her sister Chelsea. 

“Ew, don’t call me ma’am, I work for a living.” Yep, he called it. Jake felt his heart skip a beat as he leaned in to kiss Amilias forehead gently, wondering if she’d follow through with her promise to headbutt the next guy who did so—she didn’t, Jake was simply met with a warm hum. 

“Y/n Y/l/n?” There was a doctor calling your name as Braldey stood up in a frantic attempt to immediately find out more. 

“That’s us!” He said a little too loud. The doctor just made his way over to where Rooster stood. “We’re here for Fe—how is she?” The doctor standing before Bradley just looked at him blankly. He had nothing good to say.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, it was pretty touch and go for a little while but we managed to get her stable enough to hopefully see some real progress come through in the next couple of weeks.” 

“What’s the prognosis?” Jake asked, Amilia had since set up right, Jake wasn’t going to admit he missed her touch. So he pretended that he didn’t mind.

“We’ve had to wire her jaw shut but she should still be able to talk, she’ll be able to move her lips, just won’t be able to eat or drink so we’ll get her set up on a liquid drip the second she’s up.” The doctor explained and Jake wanted to vomit. 

“She suffered a pretty serious spleen rupture, most likely caused by the blunt force trauma sustained around the area so we did have to remove it entirely—she’ll have to take a course of antibiotics every few months to ward of certain bacteria, living without that particular organ puts her at higher risk for life-threatening infections but you can live without it.” Doctor Sullivan explained as the waiting room reminded silent “She’ll receive a booster vaccine for pneumococcus, and for meningococcus and haemophilus influenzae type B in two weeks.” 

“Holy shit—“ Amilia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, this was serious. 

“Can we see her?” Bradley asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“She’s being brought down from surgery now, we’ll get her set up in a room and we’ll send someone to grab you when she’s ready to be seen, however, usual visiting hours are between seven and seven, Although, judging by the seriousness of Miss Y/l/n’s injuries it’s safe for me to assume we’re dealing with some sort of abuse here?”  

“Sherlock Holmes everybody.” Jake scoffed. “Listen, all due respect, but she won’t be alone for a second while she’s here.” Jake wasn’t asking the doctor to grant them a special pass, he was telling him. Doctor Sullivan simply nodded. He knew there was no reason to fight Jake on this one. They were gonna do what they wanted to do and no one was going to get in the way of that. 

“I’ll have my chief sign off on an extenuating circumstances case order and liaise with whatever investigation is currently being conducted.” Doctor Sullivan nodded. “I’ll send someone to get you all shortly.” 

“Thanks Doc, really appreciate it.” Bradley thanked Doctor Sullivan as he shook his hand, sitting down to patiently wait for the moment he could see you again. His heart had never hurt this much before. He wanted to cry but he was sure that he had nothing left in the tank. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

“Get in line.” Jake added. He was seething, his anger threatening to consume every fibre of his being. “Fuckers gonna be breathing through a tube, if I had known what he did, I would have killed him.”

“Rhett’s coming.” Bob piped up from his own seat, Rooster didn’t know who he was talking about. “He can stay with Felix while you guys sort Jaidyn out and take care of Odette.” 

“Who’s Rhett?” Rooster asked with a confused look smeared across his face. Jake answered for Bob knowing he wasn’t all that keen on airing his shit out. 

“Bob's brother.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Jaidyn spat as he was shoved into one of the holding cells at the North Island police station. “Are you fucking kidding me!” 

“Sir, calm down—you’re being detained for an incident that occurred this morning.” 

“You mean the innocent where I had the shit best out of me!?” Jaidyn shouted at the police officer who stood behind the other side of the bars. “I was beaten—“ 

“It was a provoked attack, we have video evidence to back the charges.” The officer explained before he turned on his heels, leaving Jaidyn to sit and stew in his own thoughts about how the fuck he was going to get the hell out of this. 

“Who took the video?” Jaidyn shouted down the hall at the police officer who had nearly rounded the corner.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss the identity of the woman who handed in that evidence.” Was all Jaidyn got in response before the officer had disappeared. Jaidyn knew exactly who he was talking about. 

“That fucking bitch.” Jaidyn remarked. It was the woman who stabbed his fucking tiers. He knew it. Amilia didn’t know it, but she had a target on her back as big as you did. As big as Jake and as big as Bradley. “That stupid fucking bitch—“ 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Rhett Abbott hated flying. Which was incredibly ironic considering what his brother did for a living. He sat in the middle aisle of a plane he swore looked like it came straight out of the eighties and kicked himself for dropping everything he had going for himself because of one phone call. 

Rhett didn't even ride. He was so distracted by Bob's calls that he couldn't focus. He knew if he got on the back of that bull he’d come off in a split second. Unable to hold onto whatever shot at victory he had. Rhett used to look up at night and wonder about his place in the stars, but all he seemed to do these days was look down–and worry about his place on the dirt. He was going nowhere and he knew it. 

As he turned his phone on aeroplane mode and readjusted himself, Rhett wondered if San Diago would be an escape he needed. Perhaps Bob wasn't just reaching out for help, maybe he was inadvertently extending a hand to Rhett, to pull him from the vortex that was Wabang Wyoming.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

When one of the nurses on shift had come to get Bradley and Jake, it was Amilia who thought it would be a good idea for her and Bob to let them have a moment alone with you. 

“Hey Bob, I'm kinda tired, Do you wanna come grab a coffee with me?” She asked softly, Bradley knew exactly what she was doing, so did Bob, it went straight over Jakes head though–but he didn't care all that much if Amilia wanted to be here or not, all he cared about as soon as the nurse had come and told them they could finally see you was that he got to do just that. 

“Sure.” Bob nodded, he collected his things, pocketing his phone but only after checking in to see if rhett had messaged him. Still nothing. 

“We’ll uh, catch up with you guys later.” Amilia pressed her lips together before she and Bob took off in the direction of the entrance. Leaving Bradley and Jake to face the harsh reality of jaidyn’s handy work themselves. It was probably for the best this way. 

“Oh my god.” Bradley had seen what you looked like in the janitors closet, so his reaction was nowhere near as confronting as Jakes. “He did that to her?” Jake asked, it was a stupid question he already knew the answer to as he walked closer to your bedside. “Y/n–” Seeing you like this, so fragile and broken in a god damn hospital made Jake realise the only person he let down more than you was your daughter.

“She's gonna be out for a few hours still.” The nurse spoke up from her spot by the door. “Make yourselves as comfortable as you can though.” Soon enough it was just Jake and Bradley staring at you as you lay sleeping, high off your face on copious amounts of painkillers in a hospital bed. Battered and bruised. Beaten nearly to death.

“I can't imagine what would have been going through her mind when she was in there.” Jake spoke quietly as he stroked the pad of his thumb across your swollen cheek. “Probably thought that no one was coming.” It was a dig at himself. 

“Cyclone said that there's footage.” Bradley spoke as he sat down in the chair beside your bed, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “He didn't think to check for a camera like he had in her hanger, this could be what puts him behind bars.” 

“He’d wanna hope so–” Jake hissed. “Because if I ever see that fucker again ill put him in the ground.” 

“Dot cant see her mum like this Jake.” Bradley couldn't take his eyes of you as he spoke. He was too afraid that if he did you'd stop breathing. “Look at her, she's a mess–it'll do more damage than good, to the both of them.” 

“We’ll do shifts, she needs us to be as reliable as rain in Seattle.” Jake knew where this conversation was going, so he bit the bullet before Rooster even needed to plead his case. “I know how you feel, and I know my place in all this mess.” He explained, pushing your hair behind your ear. “You decide what you wanna do and I'll follow your lead.” 

“I'm not Odette's dad, Jake.” 

“You’re the closest thing she's got to one, so you decide, if you wanna be here i'll look after Dot, if you wanna look after Dot i'll be here, but she needs someone here with her all the time.” 

“I feel like I can't breathe.” Bradley held a hand to his chest as his eyes welled with tears, Jake moved around to the side of the bed Rooster sat beside and placed a firm hand on his shoulder from behind. “She's the love of my life man, they both are.” 

“I meant what I said when I said she deserves the world Bradshaw, and if I know anyone deserving of her, I'm looking at him.” Jake recited what he’d told Bradley in the very beginning. “So we’ll both sit here, formulate a schedule, and figure out where we go from here so when Y/n wakes up, she knows that Dots all taken care of.” 

“Its gonna break her fucking heart that she won’t be able to see her.'' Bradley knew how you would react. You'd done so much to protect her and now you wouldnt even hold your daughter. “She's gonna flip.” 

“I'd rather have her flip out on us and be safe and in the care of doctors and nurses who want to help then have her traumatise her own daughter, because right now she looks like Frankenstein's bride.” 

“Don't let her hear you say that.” Bradley chuckled to himself as Jake tapped his best friend's shoulder, knowing that they were both over exhausted and struggling to stay awake. 

“I'll just tell her you said it.” Jake teased before making his way over to the other vacant chair in the corner of the room. “While she's indisposed we should start moving her shit into your house so when she's discharged you can take her and Dot home where they belong.”

“You think she’d be alright with that?” Bradley asked as he kissed the palm of your hand, holding it between his hands as he brought it up to his cheek. “And since when have you been so okay with her moving in?” Jake didn't answer straight away as he unbuttoned his flight suit, tied the arms around his waist and sat with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Since you chose her above everything else.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

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[jazzythursday]

Prompts: Dressing | Sensitive (721 words)

It’s a known and documented fact that Wylan likes wearing Jesper’s clothes. 

He’s been doing it almost as long as they’ve been together. Slipping his arms into Jesper’s soft shirts in bed, nicking his rings to fiddle with and twist around his fingers during the day. Stealing a jumper left over the bed post or at the back of the wardrobe on colder days to wear as he sketches or tinkers, when there’s nothing to call him away from their room. Lifting his ridiculously loose ties over Jesper’s head and putting them around his own neck before moving to undo buttons. 

It’s like a reminder, like a message that says Jesper Fahey was here. An added layer of warmth and comfort when he puts on one of Jesper’s shirts in the small hours of the night. One that proves every morning they wake up together that it’s all real. 

Jesper’s clothes are as loud as the sharpshooter himself. He mixes patterns and colours Wylan wouldn’t ever dream of considering for himself. But somehow, Jesper manages to pull them off. 

“I dress to impress,” Jesper had said, the time Wylan commented on the fact that going to the Kooperoom in three piece yellow and blue plaid was hardly the casual breakfast he’d proposed. “And I am. Or, so I’ve been told.”

“I can imagine,” Wylan had teased, smoothing his hands over Jesper’s lapels and leaning in close. “You’re very impressive.” And he’d taken Jesper’s matching tie pin and wore it himself for the whole day, just to prove that he could.

Dressing up is part of the allure of Barrel life for him, Wylan supposes. Like the flashy feathers of a male Gouldian Finch or Scarlet Macaw. He wears colours like he wears his revolvers at his hips, proudly and with the express intent of drawing attention. A message to stay away or come closer. A constant reminder to everyone around exactly who he is and what he’s capable of. Jesper treats every day like a fashion show. Each hat chosen with the same flourish that he twirls his guns. It’s not a costume so much as it’s the parts of himself he chooses to present to the public, exaggerated. Jesper Fahey: Crow, sharpshooter, gambler, and renownedly generous lover. 

The last one, Wylan can attest, is not an exaggeration. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

He’s wearing one of Jesper’s shirts now, a silky and wide-sleeved purple thing with embossed curls patterned all over the delicate material. Jesper had worn it the night before while they were out, and the smell of gunsmoke and Jesper’s cologne and sweat still lingers on the fabric. It probably lingers on Wylan too, and he finds he likes the idea quite a lot. Likes the concept that Jesper, bright and dazzling and inexplicably warm, is leaving a mark.

“You’re a shameless thief, Wy," Jesper teases, when he sees, but it’s clear that he doesn’t mind in the least, and Wylan can’t really deny the accusations anyway. It’s no secret that Wylan likes wearing his clothes, and it’s no secret either that Jesper likes it too. He goes soft around the edges every time he notices Wylan’s wearing something of his. 

He’s just come back from the washroom, towel slung low around his waist, and his hair is still a bit damp. It hangs over his forehead in looser coils than his usual style, little droplets clinging to the curls. The sight does things to Wylan that he can’t articulate. 

“Am I?”

Jesper nods sagely. His eyes roam freely up and down Wylan’s body as he grins. “One day I won’t have any shirts left, at this rate.”

“Oh no,” Wylan answers, lifting his eyebrows and shrugging, not bothering to fix Jesper’s shirt—too loose on his smaller frame—as it slips off one of his shoulders and pools down around his arm. “That is a problem, whatever will we do?” 

“I have ideas.”

“Yes?”

“Well,” Jesper says, crossing the distance between them and joining Wylan on the bed. Hands already roaming under the folds of the shirt, replacing the reminders of Jesper with the real thing. Thumbs drawing brackets down the sides of Wylan’s rib cage, coming ever closer. Kissing the sensitive skin under Wylan’s jaw, his neck, further down. “I’ll just have to take it off.”

[welcometoteyvat]

waterborne poetry reactions (belated) (long post)

XINGQIU GOT FUCKING SMASHED IN THIS EVENT. BULLYING XINGQIU HOURS I LOVE TO SEE IT (affectionate)

bro got roasted for his handwriting, is Baffled by the mondstadters, then spends an entire day missing out on [whatever that was] and STILL DOESNT HAVE A CLUE WHAT HAPPENED HAHAHA im sorry i love bullying him

please never tell xingqiu whats going on it's payback <3

CHONGYUN DIONA AND MIKA. i need to hold them omg,,,, i was using freminet to wander around so in my heart they r just 4 cryo kids in a terrarium what will they do!! that combo was quite cute

CHONGYUN YANG MODE?!?!?!?!?! ON SCREEN??????? WAAAAHHHHHHHHH

he was adorable ;;;;;___;;;;; his little eye sparkles and the jumping T_T also the near-rap speed that his lines were delivered in was hilarious (thank you kinsen for ur service)

my son.... please never feed him chilis again

CHONGYUN IMPACT. that's all

now full of unfounded hope that chongyun will someday get an event about his pure yang spirit since they mentioned it a fair few times here

give him the deep lore he deserves

also XIAOYUN?!?!?!?! (only seeing what i want to see) THEY TALKED!!!! IN PERSON ON SCREEN THEY TALKED AND XIAO WASNT DISPARAGING!!!! im sorry this is what a rarepair with no food does to a mf

xiaolumi so strong (or xiaother if u prefer)

oughguhguhg the rhyming couplets part was SOOOO CUTE!! idk they did good with the pacing of the banter i think 🥺

adding onto that the camera angles and cuts this event were actually really nice and creative i think. they made it more engaging (the quick pan from chongyun to xingqiu at the end of the 3rd act, hu tao popping out from behind venti's shoulders during the couplet exchange, etc) it was REALLY good really funny. added to the experience a lot <3

Also venti zhongli are truly the most archon old friends ever

that cutscene was actually so pretty. It's drawn in the same style as Lyney's: very textured lines, slightly reminscent of linocuts, quite a few handdrawn parts, especially where there's water/liquid movement present, etc. Maybe this is a Fontaine style animated cutscene, since the oceanids and lyney are both from there? anyways. i'm intrigued—I wanna see if there are regional cutscene styles or something (that'd be very impressive)

the "close ur eyes paimon/diona" line was so fucking funny. traveler's been the third wheel a bunch of times but never this explicitly

also ! for people icked out by the morality of kid finch's crush on the oceanid: it is Fiction with a capital F

on the one hand I agree with the above sentiment, but it's also just funny to think about. first canon monsterfucker ? /JJJJJJJJJJJJJ don't kill me for that joke

Real thoughts: I think it was actually really sweet how he fell in love with a fairytale. Someone said the oceanid could've been aromantic coded to make their love story more morally palatable; I agree, it would've been cool if she was aro, but I don't think their romantic relationship is like somehow terrible and gross either

overall ending was really mid tbh, I appreciate the character growth of everyone who was on screen but literally all the other characters just disappeared. It was really unsatisfying lol especially for an event that was supposed to be hte gathering/unison of mond and liyue

would've been better if the second day's rhyming couplets ended the event I think; you'd have to tweak it to fit the mood of the oceanid/finch reveal but literally anything works, the ending was so anticlimactic

overall event: 10/10 for giving me the character interactions I wanted, and those that I never knew I needed, 5/10 because the minigames are. not the best, I get the intentions but the execution could've been better. And then 5/10 for story arc (heavily influenced by how mid the ending was LMAO)

I want to go through all the poems and their english translations because I Know somethings gonna get screwed up and I'm also just curious as to how they translated it

[wizisbored]

@yeehawgust day 5: coyote prowlin'

“Nice enough morning, isn’t it?” Ballister asks. Leaning on the fence beside him, his pony - currently girl-shaped - takes the cigarette from his fingers and drags on it, looking out towards the sunrise.

“Nice enough,” she agrees. “Shouldn’t be much longer, right?”

“Right.”

The cigarette burns, the sun inches higher. The girl turns her head towards the house behind them.

“Someone’s up,” she reports. “Floor’s creaking.”

“Time to wrap this up, then.”

She grins, taking the smoke back again for one last drag before she stubs it out on her own scalp and swallows it whole. “On it, Boss,” she says as she cracks her knuckles. And in a wink of light, she’s replaced by a notably red coyote.

“Sure you’re gonna be alright?” he asks as he crouches down. She rolls her eyes.

“I can deal with a bit of extra blood in the brain, jeez.”

With that assurance, the man gathers the coyote’s hind legs in his hand and stands to sling her over his shoulder. She hangs there, limp and silent, as he trudges around to the front of the farmhouse.

Hand full, he kicks at the door in place of knocking.

“Well, ain’t you bright and early,” the farmer comments good-naturedly upon answering. “You caught it, then?

In answer, Ballister holds up the limp coyote. The farmer smiles.

“Ah, good man! No more chicken dinners for you, eh?”

“It won’t be giving you any more trouble, that’s for sure,” Ballister agrees.

“Thanks to you! Here, let me just grab the rest of your payment-” He disappears from the doorway briefly, returning with a few bills in hand, shuffling them from one hand to the other as he counts. “Say, I couldn’t take that carcass off your hands as well for a little extra? My brother’s due in town, he’s a fur trader, and that’s a real pretty coat on that thing.”

Ballister glances down at the coyote’s face. The eye facing away from the farmer flicks up to him, and she winks.

“Sure,” Ballister agrees, holding the coyote out to him and taking the bills. “Pleasure doing business with you, Sir.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.”

He shoves the bills into his pocket, and turns away.

An hour later, Ballister is sat in the scrub cleaning off the dirt they used to hide their saddle when a small songbird alights on the horn. It flits across to the saddlebags and pokes its head under the flap, rooting around until it emerges just barely managing to hold a cigarette in its beak. And finally it hops to the ground, and suddenly there’s a girl leaning back on the saddle. She sneezes out a brief lick of flame.

“Got you a souvenir,” she says, after a drag on her freshly-lit smoke, and holds up a delicate silver pendant on a fine chain, small enough to be carried in the ribs of a finch. “Couple chickens, handful of dollars and something shiny to sell. Not bad, huh?”

“Not at all.” He takes the pendant from her. “You make a decent coyote, kid.”

[kissorkill16]

Death From A Coin: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Finch finds the real reason behind Lucy's death.

"So you're positive this is the reason?", asked Trinity.

"Absolutely.", replied Finch. "It's gotta be mind control. Like I said before, the animals wouldn't just attack us out of nowhere, and no one is telling us anything, so he must be forcing them to keep their mouths shut."

Trinity tapped her chin. She knew Finch had a point, and she knew that this had to answer for all of the insane things happening around Raven Brooks. "Alright, we'll discuss this later.", she said, "But hold on, I have to pee."

Trinity left the copy room, leaving Finch to herself.

Finch thought about just waiting until Trinity came back, but who knew when that'd be? Could be hours.

So she just walked around the room, browsing through old newspapers and blank pieces of paper.

She stumbled upon an old article that she recognized. Against her better judgement, she picked it up, and immediately wished she hadn't when she read the headline.

The Golden Apple Tragedy

She already knew what this article was about. Her cousin, Lucy Yi, was only seven years old when she died. A day of fun turned into a day of chaos. The little girl was at the front of the cars of the newest rollercoaster in the park, Rotten Core.

It started out as just a day of fun, but quickly spiraled out of control when the ride started going too fast, eventually flying off the tracks and landing in the woods. The car Lucy rode in was in a tree, but she however landed headfirst on a boulder.

People began rioting against Mr. Peterson, the creator of that ride, demanding answers, wanting to know why the ride was even allowed to operate before passing basic safety tests. Mr. Peterson begged them that he did take the ride for a few test runs, but no one believed him, they were all too focused on the fact that his creation killed a little girl.

Finch set the article down and slumped down against the wall, but then she noticed something in the picture on the top of the article.

Next to Lucy's picture, and the car she flew from, was a golden apple coin.

The same golden apple coin that Trinity had.

She couldn't believe she didn't notice that, but then again, it was so small, anyone could've missed it. Then she flashbacked to a conversation that she and Lucy had three weeks before the grand opening.

"Isn't it pretty, Finch? I found it on my drawer. I don't know where it came from or who left it there, but it's so shiny and beautiful."

She had once showed her the coin, and to anyone's eyes, the coins did look really pretty and shiny. But knowing what she knew now, those coins didn't mean anything good. Then she flashbacked to the note that Trinity once showed to the whole group.

"Lose this coin, lose your life."

Then, poor Finch had a terrible realization.

Mr. Peterson didn't kill Lucy, the coin did.

And Crowface was the one who gave the coin to Trinity, and that meant...

Crowface killed Lucy...with the coin.

Out of nowhere, Finch dropped the article and started crying uncontrollably. She couldn't believe that her cousin was dead because of that crow monster. Her poor, innocent little cousin is dead because of the stupid coins and Crowface.

Just then, Trinity walked back in, and she was surprised to see the girl scout crying.

"Finch?", she said. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Finch didn't answer, she just ran to Trinity, wrapping her arms tightly around her.

Trinity was shocked for a moment, but decided not to question it. She wrapped her arms around Finch, letting her bury her face in her shoulder.

Whatever this was about, Trinity thought she'd talk to her when Finch wanted to talk about whatever made her sad.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Harry/Draco Humor Masterlist | Works With Less Than 5k Words

find the full masterlist directory here

last updated: 08/14/24 | links last checked: 08/14/24

*Come as You Are by peachpety [E, 3k]

If asked, Harry Potter would categorize his high school senior year as normal: football, friends, and one devastating crush on his tutor, Draco Malfoy. When presented with an opportunity to help Draco, Harry rises to the occasion. Unfortunately, so does his dick. Sparks fly and alarms blare… and the Hogwarts Owlz Gossip twitter feed blows up. Or: the one where an inconvenient erection brings them together.

*Draco's Emotional Uprising by XxTheDarkLordxX [T, 3k]

“For the love of—really Draco? Artificial leather?” The horror in his father’s tone was amusing. “You have money, use it. And what’s with the color scheme? Is that—oh Merlin it is—floral print? This is worse than I thought. You need to move back home. Clearly allowing you to venture out on your own was a mistake.” “I’m an adult,” Draco yelled, still laying on the ground, not bothering to care enough to move. He had chosen his furniture knowing it would haunt his parents. Petty spite did wonders for the soul Revenge, friendship, and a surprising romance kindle after Draco experiences a recent breakup. He just wants to discover who he is, and maybe the knowledge was there all along.

Harry Potter and the Incredibly Organized Personal Assistant by megyal [T, 2k]

Harry Potter's new assistant is snarkily organized.

Leave Sleeping Dragons Lie by DorthyAnn [T, 846]

Interhouse unity could fuck off, was the last thought that went through Harry’s mind when he went to break Malfoy's perfect nose. They had ended up in a tangled heap of rage on the floor, eventually separated by an irate Headmistress McGonagall who informed them that they had two choices, two weeks of detentions with Filch or they could hold hands for an hour. Harry was very tempted to take the detention but the look of inordinate glee on Finch's face changed his mind. Apparently, it had the same effect on Malfoy because now they were stuck, side by side in two chairs in the middle of the Great Hall, holding hands.

Meeting The Guardians by jlpierre [T, 3k]

Will Draco meeting the 'Dad's', Sirius and Remus, go down well for Harry?

Pet Names by snacc__daddy [T, 2k]

Mostly everyone has returned for their eighth year at Hogwarts and McGonagall tells Harry and Draco to stop calling each other by their last names to promote house unity. Hilarity and misconceptions ensue.

Real Texts by Affectiion [G, 2k]

Kingsley has decided all his Aurors need muggle mobile phones. Draco has finally learned how to use his, and gets a hold of Harry's number.

Ron Weasley: Accidental Matchmaker by Phoenix_Waves [T, 2k]

"There's not a sexual tension out there that the man can't accidentally detect!" George beamed. "And then ask the stupid arse question that's going to light the spark and fan the flames." Lee added matter-of-factly. A fluffy Christmas one shot featuring our favorite older Gryffindors.

Spin the Wand by WrittenSins [T, 2k]

In the spirit of inter-house unity, the eighth years have a small party. In an attempt to get Harry and Ginny back together, Hermione and Ron come up with the plan of a rigged game of Spin the Wand, but not all goes as planned.

The Proposal by dracogotgame [T, 4k]

Draco's proposal is a night to remember

The Talk by WolfstarPups90 [M, 1k]

Sirius and Remus think it's time they give Harry "The Talk" when they find he's been sneaking out at night to see someone special.

They Don't Know About Us by weasley_bee [G, 1k]

Harry and Draco are in a secret relationship. When they are both invited to Ron and Hermione's house for dinner, will they give the game away?

Welcome to the Family by Jencala [M, 2k]

Remus turned to face his husband. “Your godson is engaged to a Malfoy. He’s used to the finer things in life and I, for one, would like to make sure this dinner is not only pleasant, but that he knows we are not peasants.” Sirius barked a laugh. “So the truth is, you want to show off for the little bugger!”

*denotes personal favorites

[genericravenbrooksdude]

oh ye btw do u wanna give me some incorrect quotes to draw? XD if u have any ofc

oh i sure do have some

Mr Peterson: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Quentin: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Mr Peterson: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

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Beatrix, talking to Quentin on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to? Quentin: You bet! Beatrix: At what temperature? Quentin: 535. Beatrix: That's the clock. Quentin: Beatrix: Quentin: 536.

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Trinity : Time for plan G. Enzo : Don’t you mean plan B? Trinity : No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Maritza: What about plan D? Trinity : Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Delroy: What about plan E? Trinity : I’m hoping not to use it. Ivan dies in plan E. Finch: I like plan E.

*everyone looks at finch*

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Trinity, tending to Nicky's mental health: How would you rate your pain? Nicky: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

[fenkizard]

The ask game inspired me to leave some of my writing here. This is fairly old and only briefly edited but I still love it

The tv light was dim, nearly as unoffending as a night light to sleeping eyes when the brightness was cranked down.

A heavy hand carded through orange curls, the hours taken to remove the matting and nests within visibly paying off as strands slithered down his knuckles.

A bony, echoing knock rapped against the wood of the door. There was no hesitation to the taps but they carried a strange tone all the same. Like the person might have found it difficult to keep their hand there too long.

The towering man rose, languid, unrushed, child’s head eased off his leg. The absence privately mourned as the warmth of the air subtly brushed away the heated indent on his skin, drying off the perspiration on the back of his legs in the same breath.

He made his way to the front, door swung open, and there an older woman stood. She was only half his size if that and worse off than she was years ago. The last time she’d shown her face to the outskirts of the ol’ background town, she’d left him with a kid and a promise to get better.

Now though? Her eyes were sunken, bags prominent and sagging enough that one could imagine peeling her lids down so far as to run a finger between the bone and the rigid, glazed whites. The eyes themselves were uncomfortably pale in the night, rimmed by red.

She stood at his door, the sliver of a moon diving down into the deep of the cloud cover, and told him to bring out her child.

No, he said.

She raised her voice, and her finger waggled and jabbed at his chest. She had her yellowed teeth bared at him, voice grating over her throat when she suggested- threatened forcing past him into the home. Into the room Finch was set, slumbering shallowly on the old couch.

She took a step forward, body angled to the side where the door was hung open.

He could just smell her breath, rotten and putrid when she puffed.

Robin took his own pace towards her, rising from where he was leaned against the frame. Now he properly stood above her, mass blocking the doorway when he squared his arms to his sides.

She backtracked, feet hitting the dirt at strange angles as she backpedaled. She looked like a sickly animal, a dog with it’s chops twitching and bony bumped tail shuddering under its groin.

He would be quiet. Finch, in all his unshakable resilience, hated screams. The real gut curdling kind that swayed into wails, getting a few turned heads from coyotes and folks at the edges of the rural.

People in the community saw everything. Somebody always did. An environment where privacy was a thing you kept in the dysfunctional family of boarded window homes that lined the block. Everyone had one cracked pane of glass at the least.

The pig farmer would not not check on his pigs that dawn, assured by his brothers and his wife that the big man had done his community service, remnants of a big black garbage bag polished off by the swine come sun up.

The farmer would chortle and smack the splintered home table with a curse. It saved him a good few bucks on feed after all.

Later, in the sweltering heat of the midday, feet dangling off the fence of the pig pen, a red headed kid went tossing rotting carrots to the fat blotchy creatures.

As far as finch knows, his mother never came back for him.

Chances are I’ll write like two more one shots and throw them all on ao3 for fun

[albertfinch]

Sunday School - Understanding The Times

Romans 13:12  - "The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light."

While many around the world are apathetic and lack understanding about the times in which we live, we as believers should realize these are merely signs of the times and have a sense of urgency to be about the Lord's business.

Dr. Albert Bartlett, an expert on compounding, gave this scenario. Let's suppose you're sitting in a water-tight baseball stadium that seats over 50,000 people, and you're handcuffed to the top bleacher. Let's say a single drop of water is placed in the center of the stadium and is allowed to double at a rate of 1 time per minute.

It would take only 49 minutes to drown completely! What’s even more remarkable is that at 44 minutes, the amount of water in the stadium would only be at 7%!

As can be seen the real action takes place only in the last five minutes. It seems there is all the time in the world and then…perhaps this is one reason the scriptures say the Lord will come as a thief in the night!

We do not want to be sitting there in the top bleacher, oblivious and helpless.  Those of us who are aware of the times have a key to the handcuffs -- discernment, wisdom, and faith! We will begin preparing now for the times drawing nearer by the second!

The church needs to get a sense of urgency about the hour in which we live. Let's pray earnestly, understand God's PURPOSE for our life, invest our time wisely, and be about His business while there’s still time! There’s SO much work to be done!

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[kamisatoaiko]

Burnt Hands Pt.1

Prologue.Pt0.1

A story about a tired student in school trying to get by, but ultimately breaks down. During a late night study session the student falls asleep, only to get transferred to Genshin impact; and later on various other games. Getting transferred to Genshin wasn't really what they wanted as their life plan is ruined and now they have to live in a world without their family, friends and away from anything they were truly familiar with.

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Entry.01: A Hold or a Slip.

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Date: ??-??-????

Location: Teyvat(?), Unknown

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Waking up, the first thing they noticed was the ache in their spine. Stretching trying to get rid of the pain, they notice two things; the bright warmth of the sun, and the vague sound of finches chirping. The latter gave away a bit of concern, at that time they were abroad studying at a college. The thing about the finch that they heard, it was specifically a crimson finch which was not native in the area they were currently inhabiting. And they would know, their fathers were avid bird watchers.

They got up in a panic, and felt their blood run cold. “Oh god no, no, no, no. Please no, fuck where am I? Where the fuck am I! No, no, calm down. Just breathe, it's going to be fine.” They said, breathing heavily. “Alright, calm down. Think, fucking think! How many hours did I sleep? How much time will I waste getting back home? I'm going to miss all the lectures this week. How the fuck am I even going to get back, where am I? Europe? I see pine trees and snow in the distance, and mountains covered in snow. Wait… aren't those the lamp grass thing-a-mabobs . Aren't they from Genshin, doesn't Aiko play that on her playstation back at the apartment.”

Laying back down, 5 seconds wasted. They decided to think whether or not this was some kind of dream, feeling their body everything was the same; no wallet, phone, keys, ID, fucking nothing. Feeling for anything, literally that could help them in this situation. Hitting their forehead in frustration, they felt a cool stone sticking out. Pulling on it made it hurt, as it felt like it was embedded within their very skull. As they briefly pulled on the stone, a transparent screen opened in front of them, “what in the fantasy transmigration manhwa bullshit is going on? Welcome player? You are one of the few lucky candidates…to be chosen to play in a game of survival. Complete tasks to level up, failure to do or comply will lead to punishments that may vary depending on the importance? Rewards may vary…”. Denial is all they could feel, that and anger.

They never believed in a higher being, but players? Punishments? What kind of scheme or prank is this really? Was this some kind of sick fucking joke, this is a waste of time. Time they never seem to ever have enough of. Reaching out their hands to touch the screen, seemingly to be somewhat interactable from the way the screen went to show a familiar scene. It looked like the one you would see in the game when you open the menu. They were fairly familiar with the mechanics of the game as their roommate often played in the living room, whilst they either cooked in the open kitchen, cleaned the room or just read books of many varieties.

Clicking on the inventory they saw, the many artifacts and weapons their friend had whaled and spent their time collecting. Abundance of food and overworld materials, but the many quest items their friend spent years on were missing. The tab for the serenitea pot was missing and was replaced with something called ‘home world’; filled with various clothing items and jewelries they and their friend owned. It had seemed many of their items were taken from their apartment in the real world, and were placed within the limitless inventory.

Other than that, everything seemed the same within the menu screen. That was until they opened the map. Remembering their friend had 100% exploration, it was a surprise that the map didn't only just show 0% exploration on all available regions. But, the map looks far different then the one in their memory. Instead of the guili plains being a large grassy plain with ruins scattered around, there were semi large buildings and homes scattered across the area. A bazaar lay waiting in the heart of it all, one thing they also noticed about the area as well was the rather large intricately made building situated between two mountains. Zooming out to see the name of the area, there was no dihua marsh nor was it named the guili plains. A new name was strewn across the whole area, the Guili assembly. Looking further the snowy area seemed larger than it was, and there was no mondstat city either.

“You gotta be kidding me, this is definitely that stupid gacha game Aiko plays. But it's not the fucking same, Aiko said that the Guili assembly got destroyed 3000 or so years before the actual timeline started. Great, now my info is useless. Anything I could've used is out of the window, I can't even read any of the readily available books, they're in another fucking language! And I'm far from any type of civilization” they said, frustration evident as tears start to form in their eyes. They felt so helpless, they're stuck. They had nothing to help them, it's not fair. Why now, just when it was getting better. Everything just had to go wrong, what the hell did they do to deserve this.

“Alright calm down, think. It’s going to be fine, it's only been 6 minutes and 23 seconds. What I need to do is change clothes. If I'm seen in strange clothing, I might be classified as an outlander like the traveler and god knows what will happen then”. Thankfully for them, Aiko's wardrobe had many different styles of clothing. Props and clothes for cosplay, Antique and vintage styled clothing and of course modern day clothing. Picking out clothing to help blend in wasn't easy either,as they couldn't simply gauge what era of fashion the current Teyvat was in.

Managing an outfit out of the the dozen of clothes and planning a possible safe route by looking at the map; The area which would be soon be known as Mondstat looked to be torn away by countless battles anemo and cryo marred the land, a far cry to the peaceful and free lands they once knew. So their current route was to go through the outer bounds of Dragonspine, if they encountered any thieves or elemental beings. Their safest bet was to just run.

The system had yet to set any tasks. Getting up and eating some food from their inventory, they set off on the route they planned. Using the pins, they created a path that they could follow. They just simply didn't want to get lost, it didn't help that the terrain was unfamiliar to them. Two dings break through the silence, two bars showed up in the bottom of their vision; Achievement Completed: “Baby's first steps” and Achievement Completed: “That's weird…That's suspicious”. The second achievement looked strange, they had always had exceptional hearing but they couldn't hear the sound of any footsteps. In fact, they couldn't hear anything. It was eerily quiet, not the chirping of birds nor the sound of the winds breezing past them. Strange as the land nearest to them had been torn away by the elements.

As suddenly as it became quiet, the sound broke through violently like a bursting dam. Winds poured towards them making it hard to breathe, a cacophonous voice rang within the area. A residual shiver ran down their spine. One word echoed through their head as they shifted their head towards the voice, danger. They knew that whoever was there could've killed them with just a wave of their hand, but they didn't and it was possibly an act of mercy, hopefully. The presence they encountered once again spoke, this time in a lowered tone open seeing them. “Who thou mortal, to traverse around such a desolate place, doth thou desire to meet thy end? A child of man should’st not be out to hither. Here is torn by war and famine, I, Decarabian. God of storms and leader of the Tempest Children. One only wishes to bid, what is the reason for thy travels?”

Our protagonist froze at the name. Decarabian, the God of storms and lord of the tower. A tyrant that trapped his people within an area surrounded by a wind barrier. His title was different but who else could it have been, he was the one who fought Andrius for several years. “Ah, one is apologetic. Thou must have been quite perplexed by one's decorative vocabulary.” Decarabian said as he must've seen the troubled look that the person held as he continued. “One's followers had said that one often appears quite hard to speak to, especially when one uses language from a forgotten time. But, one has dawdled enough. Tell ones illuminated being, what is thy name.” Thinking for a moment, an alias would be better wouldn't it? A few things was the fact that they were in a familiar, but also unfamiliar place. They knew the lore, as their friend often spoke of it during dinner time. If what they know is true, then it's best to stay hidden.

“I was not given a name at birth and often lived as a nameless individual, I have no home either. But, I have a great many acquaintances. You could say they themselves provided me a name, you may call me Barbēlō.” deciding to use their friends' nicknames within the game. Decarabian proceeded to ask “Barbēlō? An interesting name, may I call you Barbie-”. “No” a fast and a curt reply left their mouth, showing a face of destained. They had no qualms with Barbie as a character, but they did have a past with the said character as a child. They just didn't want to have to be reminded of a certain event from their past. Having Decarabian call them that also reminded them of their families teasing, a bittersweet feeling gnawing at the back of their mind as she is reminded of their family.

Sensing their growing corcern and sadness Decarabian decided to change the subject, asking them if they wished to follow him to his colony of followers. Whilst he wondered, what happened to them before they met? Futhermore, they now known as Barbēlō. Proceeded to agree to stay for a bit of time before leaving to futher wander Teyvat. That was when they set off; both with silent questions hanging over their heads, and various emotions drifted through the wind that passed them by.

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[the-wales-5]

"Crazy for this girl" (Chapter 7)

A few days passed, and a party organised by the son of the Prince of Wales was just around the corner. Everyone in his close circle was excited, apart from Catherine Middleton, who was getting ready to attend another one, “full of snobbism” with her boyfriend.

“Ready?” Rupert asked as he approached her and put his hands around her waist

“Not quite yet” she said as she wore her earrings “Stiffened sitting for three hours while having lame conversations, occasionally interrupted by drinks. What a marvellous way to spend the evening” she tried not to sneer, adding “You could have some real fun in life finally. I already told you that, haven't I?”

“You have, and it still seems ridiculous to me, Katie. If we are on a topic what we could do: you showing kindness to my friends would be nice. They like you so much. I don't know why your attitude is so negative”

“I've got nothing against them. I even like them a little bit. I am just angered right now. People from my course are getting ready for a different occasion, more joyful”

“Oh, I think I heard. The Harry Potter one? So childish”

“Well, your gathering is the opposite of childish. Your friends have got a broken sense of humour” Catherine rolled her eyes and sighed “Could you bring my coat, please? I must have left it in your room”.

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“Where's Olivia?” Fergus asked as he and others waited in front of a bus. “We'll be late because of her, and all the royal staff will get angry”

“There is no staff waiting for us there tonight” William told him, trying not to laugh

“Calm down, everyone. I am sure she is on her way” Laura said but felt quite impatient as

All of a sudden, Oliver noticed two women running out of the Salvator's Hall area, holding hands to keep balance as they were wearing high heels.

“What the hell is Catherine doing here? Wasn't she supposed to be somewhere else tonight?” William asked and tried not to laugh

“She ran away!” Olivia replied and giggled “I was about to leave when I heard a knock. I open the door and there she is, with a bag in her hand, then she changes from an elegant dress to this outfit, can you believe it?!” Olivia continued to laugh

“Stop. He might be wondering where I am. Let us go inside the bus, please”.

Middleton was right. As soon as she said those words, Rupert Finch went to search outside and called her name.

“See?! I told you” Catherine said, and all of her friends giggled. “Go!” she said again, and they all quickly entered the bus.

Her boyfriend could notice it only when it basically drove away, but the whole group saw him anyway and laughed.

“How did it happen?” Laura asked as they drove away from the university area. She was still astonished by Middleton's brave move.

“I told Rupert to bring me something and as soon as he left, I proceeded to take a bag with a dress and jacket from the wardrobe and quickly rushed out of the room” Catherine replied, bursting out in laughter as well.

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Chapter 8

[emmedoesntdomath]

What do modern Newsies do for work?

congrats, you have stumbled upon yet another emme going off the rails post, enjoy your stay. 

starting strong, we have our lovely davey as an english teacher. this is in my headcanon post for him, but he started out as poli sci because he considered it a “real degree” 

race works for nasa. doing what, you may ask? I have no idea. it’s classified. but he comes home every night literally skipping, so. *shrugs*

jack’s a police officer. DON’T COME AT ME, OKAY, IT MAKES SENSE IN MY BRAIN. 

spot’s also a police officer, and he met race through jack that way (jack regrets so many things). 

albert does…something. he makes money. is it legal? nope. does it bring in ominous amounts of cash at all hours? oh, absolutely. (please tell me I don’t have to explain further. you understand what I mean.)

finch works at a zoo. he adores the pandas. race and albert are not allowed to visit often. 

les works in advertising. he has no idea how he got there. he is so bored. always says he’s going to get a new job, never does. 

katherine still writes, but it’s for her own blog and the occasional article for the new york times (never her father). 

specs is a programmer. he works in silicon valley, and makes BANK. 

sarah is a wedding planner. she specializes in lgbtqia+ weddings.

bumlets is a male gymnastics coach. he competed professionally in college and afterwards for a while, but had to stop due to an injury. 

skittery works at jimmy johns. I don’t make the rules. 

crutchie is a therapist. except to his friends. he refuses to give them ANY advice. you’re on your own, bitch. 

henry owns a chain of deli restaurants (originally started by his father), and makes a killer rueben. 

hotshot’s an architect. I have no idea why. 

buttons is a music teacher. he teaches with davey. 

…I am missing so many people, but I got a lot of them. let me know if you want to hear about anyone in particular.