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[ilovelin]

Finally painted my bb

[milksnake-tea]

✩ CHAPTER SUMMARY : Sunday spreads his wings for the first time in years.

✩ SERIES SYNOPSIS : Following the catastrophe of the Charmony Festival, rather than in one of Penacony's hospitals or prisons, Sunday awakens right in the base of one of the most notorious criminals in the galaxies. With nowhere else to go, he's left to follow you, the Stellaron Hunters' medic, in his attempts to become accustomed to his new life.

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✩ ADDITIONAL NOTES : sorry for the later update yall, i had to study for a math placement test and write scholarship essays 😭 more emotionally packed chapter this time because apparently i can't go on too long without sunday suffering. its not that bad tho. have fun, and thank you to @vxnuslogy for betareading this chapter for me !!

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Unnaturally-colored lights illuminate your face in an eerie glow. All that can be heard in your dark office are the small clicks of your digital keyboard as you type and the soft tunes of your computer.

Holding out your hand, you extract some of the stolen medicine from your inventory and throw them into your synthesizer with an effortless wave. Your fingers tap against the table in small, repetitive motions as you idly watch the drugs separating into their basic chemical compositions.

It’s been a few hours since you’ve returned from Euphrosyne.

Shortly after Sunday’s first robbery (with heavy quotation marks), he’d dragged you into a cosmetics store in order to ransack it of its skincare products. Now, you weren’t completely clueless, but some of the things he picked out you didn’t even know existed - and you stole drugs on the basis.

You wince at the memory. Your wallet is still recovering from that escapade - with so many people in a smaller store, it was inconvenient to just drug them all, so you ended up having to pay the old-fashioned way, much to your chagrin.

You raise your hand to type a few commands into the holographic keyboard that appears beside you. The synthesizer glows, rearranging and recombining the chemicals until a completely new drug is born.

Sunday’s probably in his room right now, putting away the gifts you’d bought him and no doubt eager to return Blade’s borrowed clothes. In a few minutes, he’ll come walking through your doorway for the examination of his wings.

His wings… The image of them at the clothing store resurfaces in your mind with a furrowing of your brow.

While you have a good feel for his personality, you can’t understand why he’d keep his wings like that. If you were a Halovian and had wings like that, you’d fly whenever possible. Wings like those are meant to be used.

After all, aren’t birds born to fly?

A high-pitched hum from the synthesizer snaps you from your thoughts. The new drugs float patiently in the synthesizer’s hold, awaiting your final input.

Ah, right. You almost forgot.

You walk over to your desk and down to open up a drawer next to it. Inside is your stash of sugar and various packets of artificial flavoring - ranging from typical fruity flavors to root beer or even coffee.

It isn’t like the Stellaron Hunters are made up of notoriously picky eaters (except for Silver Wolf, but she’s different), but you still like to add a little bit of flavoring as a final touch, just to make the otherwise bitter medicines bearable.

Returning to the synthesizer, you unzip a bag of sugar and scoop out a cup or two and dump it in, along with a few drops of random flavoring you grabbed. With another quick typing, you assign each medicinal candy a flavor and an appropriate amount of sugar, and then it’s done.

And then, as if on cue, the familiar sound of heavy boots comes from behind you.  

You squint as you look up from your synthesizer, the light from the hallway blinding you momentarily.

“Must you always do your work in darkness?” Blade mutters as he steps into the infirmary. 

His youthful face shows no signs of weariness, but you can tell from his slumped body language how many hours of sleep he’d gotten - which is to say, zero.

You shrug, taking the finished candies from the synthesizer. “It helps me concentrate.”

A ragged sigh emits from your senior. “If you wish to blind yourself so soon, my sword is a faster option.”

“I’m good, thanks,” you chuckle. “Besides, a little eye problem isn't anything I can't bounce back from.”

Blade’s gaze is piercing as he stares at you, the slightest narrowing of his eyes revealing his disapproval. “Your constitution does not warrant recklessness.”

Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. “Don't act like you're worried about me.”

He scoffs. Turning his head, the conversation ends there, leaving empty space behind. The silence isn’t unbearable; with Blade, things have always been this way, but there's an unmistakable tension in the air that you don't care enough to dispel.

You drop half of the candies into a jar before sliding said jar towards Blade.

“That should be enough for a month or so,” you say, leaning your elbows against the counter. “But don’t overdose, okay? Only use them when the mara becomes too much.”

Blade takes the jar without so much as a second glance. “I am aware.”

The shadow he casts as he leaves feels taller and more imposing than it should be. It catches the tip of your shoe, and you subtly take a step back.

The second Blade’s silhouette leaves your sight, a heavy sigh sags your body. Massaging your temple idly, you stare blankly into the light of your synthesizer.

“Great Mercy…” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “You just had to make it awkward, didn’t you? And we were doing so well too.”

You lift your head. Your vision feels hazy, and you don’t truly see your hands in front of you. The synthesizer’s glow blurs with the light in the doorway and the skin of your palms. For a moment, you are no longer in your office, but somewhere far, far away - a place you left several Amber Eras ago.

Inhaling sharply, you shake your head, dragging a hand over your face. Physically, it’s impossible for you to feel tired, but your mind is absolutely exhausted.

“That’s enough,” you quietly scold yourself. You roll back your shoulders and straighten from the desk, wiping your mind of any troubling thoughts. Blade never holds any grudges, and so neither should you.

Yeah… You shouldn’t.

You rest a hand over your heart. It thuds under your touch, still as frenzied and frightened as it was all those eras ago. Briefly, you consider ripping it out and growing a new one altogether.

“Mx. [Name]?”

A new silhouette joins the hallway’s light. You turn to see Sunday standing in the doorway, his expression candid - although slightly apprehensive. You wonder how long he’d been there - and hope that he didn’t see your exchange with Blade.

“You know, you don’t have to call me that,” you say, allowing your hand to drop to your side. Sunday blinks.

“Ah… I see.” He rests a hand over his heart in apology. “Forgive me, it’s a habit I developed in my line of work.”

Always with the apologizing, you think in amusement. “Nothing I need to forgive you for. All I’m saying is that you can just call me by my name, or whatever nickname you decide to force upon me.”

“A nickname,” he repeats. “Like the ones you call Ms. Kafka, and the others?”

“Don’t forget yourself, princess,” you joke, drinking in the way Sunday’s upper wings twitch at the name.

He sighs with a smile. “I was doing my best to.”

You hum out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m not going to let you. Come on in, let’s take a look at those wings, shall we?”

Immediately the lighthearted mood is vanquished. The air thickens, becoming almost suffocating. Sunday’s smile falters, the glow in his eyes dulls, and he crosses his arms in a vain attempt to provide himself a semblance of comfort.

Fear flashes over his eyes, and then a steady, unwavering determination.

“Right.” He breathes in, the breath shaking in his chest as he prepares himself. “The wings.”

—

It hurts.

Sunday knows he should’ve expected this - he hadn’t fully extended his wings in who knows how long, but still, the pain that strikes through his body is like nothing he’s ever felt before. Even the fall of the Charmony Festival hadn’t hurt this bad.

His body screams at him to stop, but the stretch is as painful as it is necessary.

“Breathe, princess.”

Your hand is an anchor at the small of his back, your palm flat against him as you aid him in extending his wings. 

In the back of his mind, he wants to shove you away, for his larger pair of wings are surely a horrid sight - an image of grotesque, mangled limbs flashes in his mind. But the pain overrides his need to appear presentable.

Sunday’s breath rattles - it’s a deadweight in his chest, pressing down on his lungs and heart and comes out as a wheeze.

“Princess, listen to me-”

Your voice drowns in the sea of his thoughts.

His eyes squeeze shut. In a seizure of ill-willed panic, he forces his wings to open faster, biting back a scream as the tearing sensation returns in full force. His fingers dig into his palms in an attempt to ground himself, but adding pain to pain does little to console.

His mind becomes a storm-wrecked ocean, waves crashing and beating at him every time he tries to surface. Horrid thoughts howl above him with the harsh winds, screaming at him to open them faster, to get this over with, to not disappoint you.

Water fills his lungs and he chokes, hands scrambling for any sort of anchor but finding nothing in their grasp. 

He’ll drown - he is drowning, slammed deeper into the waves again and again until-

Something grabs his wrist and pulls him out.

“Sunday.”

A strangled gasp shudders him. His eyes fly open.

The storm is gone. Replacing its howls is the distant hum of your synthesizer, and the dark waves are washed away by a gentle shadow. He sits no longer in groundless water, but instead on one of the two beds in the infirmary.

Your hand runs over his spine in a soothing motion while the other squeezes his shoulder firmly. Subconsciously, Sunday leans into your palms to stabilize himself.

He allows himself a few moments to breathe, gulping down vital mouthfuls of air. Like statues, his wings rigidly stay in place, in the middle of ripping themselves open. After a few minutes of silence, he finally composes himself enough to speak.

“I-”

“Don’t apologize,” you cut him off. Shame burns Sunday regardless. “Just listen.”

It takes Sunday a moment, one part because of his still-buzzing mind, one part another predicament entirely.

Your fingers linger around where the base of his wings are, in the window of the thin, long-sleeved shirt he’s thrown on for the examination. All of his senses are zeroed in on that small sliver of skin, tingling at the mere prospect of another’s touch - although he can’t tell if it wants or fears it.

“Sunday?”

With a start, he realizes you’re awaiting his answer. Heat rushing to his cheeks, he nods tentatively, signaling for you to continue.

“Your wings aren’t used to being pried open like that,” you say calmly. Instinctively he tries to find any hint that you’re annoyed, or irritated, or any of the sort. But he finds nothing, only a strangely secure serenity. “You have to take it slow; otherwise you’ll hurt them even more.”

Relief floods him when your palm lies flat against him once more. 

Wait, relief? Why was he…

“Focus on my voice,” you interrupt his thoughts before he can get too embarrassed. “I’ll guide you through it. Now, may I?”

Sunday’s lips part to ask just what you mean by that, only for his voice to lodge in his throat as you ghost a hand over the base of his wing.

Granted, his second pair of wings isn’t as sensitive as the ones that lie behind his head - thank Ena for that - but they still are more sensitive than he’d like to admit. Allowing you, who he’s known for a little more than a day, to touch them… even if this is a medical necessity, he still finds himself a bit wary.

“May I ask what you’re planning to do, first?” he asks quietly, turning slightly so that he can glimpse at your face.

“Remember what I did back on Euphrosyne, with the clerk?” you reassuringly squeeze his shoulder one last time before hovering both of your hands over the base of his wings.

Sunday remembers the scene at the clinic. “Your lollipop, you mean?”

You chuckle. “That too. But no, I meant what happened after the lollipop - when the clerk hit their head.”

“Ah.” Sunday’s wings rustle. “That healing ability of yours. You intend to use it on my wings?”

“Bingo. You hurt them a bit in that frenzy just now, so I need to repair that. It’ll also make the stretch much easier.”

That makes sense, Sunday thinks. But there’s one thing he’s slightly worried about.

“Is touching my wings necessary for this procedure?”

You hum. “Not really, although it’d be more efficient if I did. If I handle your wings directly, I can further aid you in extending them and more accurately heal them when needed. Would you rather I didn’t?”

If it were any other person - save for perhaps Robin and his adoptive father, Sunday would’ve said yes right away. A Halovian’s wings were one of the most intimate parts of them, especially the ones that extend from their nape. Only close friends, family, and romantic partners were allowed to touch them.

But the more he thinks, the more he realizes that he doesn’t feel as inclined to those traditions with you. There’s something about you that puts him at ease, much to his chagrin.

For some bewildering reason, he trusts you.

It’s just a medicinal procedure, he tells himself.

“No, I don’t mind,” Sunday finally says, turning his back. “Do what you must, doctor.”

He hears an amused hum from behind. “Alright, princess. Follow my lead.”

Sunday lets his eyes flutter close. He feels your hands lay gentle on his wings, the touch sending tingles of static up and down. It’s almost ticklish, but it isn’t unpleasant.

Warmth blooms at the curve of his wings, ebbing away the pain and leaving him with an almost refreshed feeling, as if stepping out of a dark forest into a sunlit meadow. He realizes that it’s your ability at work. Slowly, his shoulders droop, and his muscles relax.

Then he feels your hands slide up his wings, applying pressure every so often like a massage, correcting the kinks in his bones and healing whenever needed.

His breath hitches at the feeling. A pleased hum begins to vibrate in his chest like static as he loses himself to the dream-like feeling.

Vaguely, he hears you instruct him to open and close his wings, and he listens, easing them open at a gradual pace. The hum in his chest increases in magnitude, his back arching slightly as his wings extend to their full length.

He sighs in satisfaction once the stretch is complete and the tips of his feathers brush against the ceiling in a veil of midnight blue.

“Someone looks happy,” you say. “Feels better, doesn’t it?”

Your voice comes from a higher place than before, making Sunday look up. You smile down at him, hand resting gently on the bend of his left wing.

His left wing…

His serene expression falters. Carefully, he folds that wing in front of him and takes the dark plumage in his hands. Running his fingers amongst the feathers, he stops with narrowed eyes at the feeling of a sudden edge in the sea of softness.

Just as before, his left wing’s flight feathers are still cut short, snipped so that he may never take to the skies.

This time, he had been the one to cut them - Gopher Wood needn’t be bothered with such trivial matters, especially after Sunday had become an adult. But he remembers his first cutting well - the sheen of the scissors, the iron grip on his wings, the fear he’d felt, all in the past but not truly left behind.

“They’ll grow back.”

Sunday glances up.

“I know.”

He doesn’t sound convinced, not even to himself. But what he wants to convince himself of, he doesn’t know.

Sunday lets go of his wing and lets it hang comfortably at his side. You slide off the bed behind him and pull up your office chair. Sitting on it with your chest against the back, you roll back in front of him.

“Try flapping them,” you say. “Slowly, just open and close until you get used to the feeling.”

Sunday obliges. The wings are larger and heavier than he expects, and it’s a bit of a struggle, but he manages. Winds spurs from every flap of his wings, rustling your hair each time.

“No pain?” you prompt, raising a hand to summon a screen and type some things onto it. Sunday shakes his head.

“No.” He flaps one more time just to make sure, but he feels nothing, only his wings’ new weight.

“Good.” You type a bit more before closing the window. “I wouldn’t try flying just yet - especially with those clipped feathers, but we can start out with a few exercises every day to strengthen them. Kind of like physical therapy.”

Something warm blooms in Sunday’s chest. His heart rate quickens, and for the first time in years, he feels excited, giddy, relieved. It’s almost overwhelming, all of it. 

He flicks his wing again, and again, and again. A gleeful laugh bubbles up in his chest. 

His feathers tickle against his cheek, as if his wings are trying to comfort him. He smiles at the thought, despite how silly it is.

But then he remembers where he is. Heat reddens his face as he meets your amused gaze, his upper wings instinctively covering his face as he coughs bashfully.

“Sorry, I’m afraid I got a little carried away.”

“Aw, don’t get embarrassed on me now,” you giggle, not helping his predicament at all. “It was cute, watching you get all giddy.”

He half-heartedly shoots you a glare, to which you only smile calmly in reply.

“Are we finished here?” he huffs, eager to change the subject. You hum.

“Yeah, basically. I don’t have anything to give you, unless you want some of those sleeping candies I mentioned earlier.”

Sunday blinks. For a moment, he contemplates the offer despite you probably having only mentioned it in passing.

The nightmare from last night still hangs fresh in his mind, and his inability to fall asleep still bears its consequences - the reminder brings back the dull ache at the back of his head which he’d tried to ignore. Sleeping still scares him - if naturally induced rest brings upon visions such as those, he’d rather not sleep at all. But he is still mortal, human, and as such, he cannot evade his body’s needs forever.

Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want you to think there’s anything wrong with him to warrant such medications. 

Then again, you’ve already seen his wings.

“Those medications of yours,” he says softly, “do they get rid of dreams?”

You prop your elbows up on the back of your chair. “They do. Are you suffering from nightmares?”

He’s unable to stop the smallest flinch that confirms your speculations. You stand up, pushing the chair back to your desk.

“I get it,” you offer as consolation, although it doesn’t assure him as much as it piques his curiosity. “When I first came here, I had a rough time sleeping too. I only slept when I couldn’t stand anymore, and even Kafka was concerned - or well, as concerned as a woman like her could be.”

The synthesizer opens, revealing pre-made candies floating in its hold. Sunday recognizes them as the same ones Blade had walked out holding.

“When I found out Blade had the same problem - okay, well, not the same problem,” you correct yourself, “I started making these. After seeing them work so well on Blade, I figured I should take some too.”

Sunday tilts his head. “Blade has nightmares?”

“You can see it like that,” you say, bagging a couple candies with a wave of your hand. Thankfully, your hand doesn’t come in contact with the candies; otherwise, Sunday would leave them untouched in the corner of his room for all eternity. “But his ailment is far worse and more complicated than just that.”

Sunday briefly remembers the stories he’d read of the Xianzhou, including that of the curse its locals bear.

His gaze drops to his hands. “I see.” 

Sympathy tugs at his heartstrings. For a second, he is the Bronze Melodia again, listening to the plight of the weak with a careful ear. Now, Blade is by no means what he’d call weak, but knowing he suffers from such a cruel fate…

He looks over at you, brows furrowed slightly. Your back is turned, meaning he can’t see your expression.

Even the strongest have their vulnerabilities - this he knows well.

Then what does that make of you, who suffered like he did?

“You have nightmares too, then?” he asks gently.

“Had,” you’re quick to correct. “After a few Amber Eras, I got over them. I don’t take these anymore.”

There’s a clear edge in your tone that is chilling despite your otherwise easygoing voice. The message is clear - don’t push it.

Sunday tenses, his feathers bristling instinctively.

Right. He’s forgotten who you were - what you were. You may be kind to him now, but the two of you aren’t close, nor are you someone who needs his comfort. He is no longer the Bronze Melodia, and you are not his kin.

You’re a Stellaron Hunter - a criminal and a murderer.

You don’t need nor want his pity.

Your footsteps snap him out of his momentary moment of fear. You don’t look mad, or, well, anything, for that matter - just the same as usual. He could almost convince himself that nothing had happened at all.

The small mesh bag of candies is soft as you plop it in his palm.

“Don’t get too used to them, okay?” you sit down on the bed next to him, the mattress creaking as you do. He shifts his wing away so that it doesn’t drape over you like a blanket. “You can overdose on these, and it’s not fun.”

Did you know from experience? Sunday wonders, but decides against asking. He doesn’t want to push his chances.

“I’ll try,” he assures, folding his wings behind him.

“Looks like you’re already getting used to them,” you comment, leaning back onto your hands to look at his wings one last time. Sunday hums as you hold a hand out and run it along his plumage. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask. Do Halovians purr?”

Sunday’s mind malfunctions as he tries to process your words. “Excuse me?”

You drop your hand to look at him innocently. “Back when I was helping your wings out, you were making this purring sound, like a cat. I don’t know if you noticed but I wanted to ask-”

His wing smacks you over the head in embarrassment.

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[st44rgirlxo]

hi! idk if your requests are open but i just read one of your stories and it gave me a thought

how would bakugou react to reader being afraid of losing him in one of his missions? like texting all day long or being sticky when we comes home again

omg i literally love this! thank you for requestingg💕

it’s been 3 days.

72 whole hours since you’ve heard from katsuki.

he’s been at a really dangerous mission and you’ve been going crazy. you were worried sick.

you tried texting, calling, and you even went to his agency to ask about him or at least get any updates. this was your husband, of course you were worried.

it’s was dark and pouring rain. you were already in comfortable clothes and you were in the kitchen making yourself an iced coffee. sitting down on the couch you sip away and text katsuki one last time for today.

“goodnight, i love you!!💗 stay safe”

you put down you phone and sigh, and looking out the window

“katsuki hates the rain”

you feel a wave of sadness hits you. you couldn’t bare the thought of losing him. you eventually doze off.

a few hours later your awaken by the weight of someone next to you.

“someone missed me, huh?”

you get up from your sleeping position and rub your eyes to make sure they weren’t deceiving you.

“kats!!” you embrace him in a tight hug he wraps his arms around you and kisses you in the forehead. but you flick him in his forehead.

“what’s wrong with you, i thought you were hurt or worse, dead. I was so worried!”

“I know, I should’ve told you I was okay I’m sorry baby”

“it’s okay all that matters is that your okay. But next time please I’m begging, tell me your okay”

he nods and brings you closer. all he wants is you right now. the night ends with both of you falling asleep on the couch.

making up for lost time together.

something short and sweet🙈

lmk what you want me to do next!!

[harrywavycurly]

Ohhh I’ve missed my SC babies!!! I’m ready for all the gossip with Kathy are her and Niall official?👀🩷🩷

Hiii babes!! I missed them too!! I hope you enjoy this convo it’s gets very juicy 😂💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: You want to get the details on how Kathy and Niall are doing but she wants an update on how Harry is handling you, enjoy✨

“Oh I like that shirt Kat where’d you get it? I feel like my honey would really like it.” “I’ll have to ask my boyfriend where he got it…” “you’re what now?” “My boyfriend…Niall Horan is my boyfriend and this is his shirt.” “Holy shit sticks.” “You sound so country when you say things like that…I love it.” “Oh hush your face…when the hell did this happen? Didn’t you two just go on your first date a few weeks ago?” “What can I say? The man knows what he wants and he wants me.” “I don’t blame him one itty bit you are a catch…did he do it all romantic like? Has he met Teddy?” “He hasn’t met Teddy yet I’m waiting till Niall has more than a few sporadic weeks off so Teddy doesn’t get used to him being around and then wonder where he’s at all of a sudden when he has to up and leave…” “that’s smart…his tour ends soon so maybe that will be a good time for them to meet?…but tell me how did he ask?” “Honestly it wasn’t anything like how Harry did it…he just looked at me while at dinner and said hey…I like you a lot…would you fancy being my girlfriend? And I said sure sounds fun.” “Have y’all smooched?” “I’ll tell you all about our smooching and uh…other stuff if you tell me how that lanky man of your has been handling you ever since you had that chat with him..” “Oh well…he’s been way more hands on-” “where on your body have his hands been?” “Uh everywhere…he has been giving me more smacks oh and he did pull my hair the other night.” “Did you like it? Has he grabbed your throat yet?” “Oh loved it and actually…yes yes he has-” “thank god he’s finally putting those hands to good use.” “Now tell me about my puddin pop…I just have a feeling he knows what he’s doing.” “I got that feeling too the moment he picked me up for our first date…he was pulling out of the driveway and why is it so attractive when men do that thing where they have one hand on the wheel and the other on your headrest while looking backwards?” “It is so hot isn’t it? My sugar doesn’t put his hand on the headrest though he keeps his hand on my thigh and one of the wheel.” “Jesus….” “I know…it’s enough to make you wanna just plop your face in their lap.” “You’re a freak and I love it…but yes…I agree.” “So..y’all done the naked two step already?” “We have…and honestly…no complaints here…he is..amazing and I don’t know if it’s the accent or his actual dirty talk but god the mouth on that man-” “It’s a bit of both…I think the accent helps their dirty talk sound better because if some other man said some of the whackadodle things my sugar plum says without the accent I’d laugh in their face and be so turned off.” “Exactly! Yes their accent sometimes saves them…can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “You love Harry don’t you?” “I do..yeah and I just know he’s choking on those three little words and wants to say them so badly but you know how he is…he’s an over thinker so…I might have to say them first.” “I think you might…” “I need more wine…”

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @trulybetty! I have no idea how you can work on multiple things at once, but kudos to you for that. I'm jealous of your ability to do it.💜

So, for this Wednesday's update, I bring you a snippet from Week 2 of Closed Position and some fun extras. Enjoy!

As we reached the end of the choreography we had pieced together so far, I glanced toward the hallway windows. Alec was gone.  My eyes met Dieter’s, “Let’s take a water break.” He nodded before pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his forehead. I couldn’t help the way my eyes raked over his exposed skin. I had to force myself to turn away from him as I drank from my water bottle.   “Alec doesn’t like me, does he?” Dieter asked from behind me before taking a drink of his own water. I casually turned to him, “He’s concerned about your womanizing ways. I guess he’s worried you're gonna steal me away from him or something.”   Dieter smirked, “I mean, I would never do anything you didn’t want me to…” My brows arched in surprise at his words. I absolutely cannot handle him saying shit like that to me. I could already feel the effects of his words and that devilish smirk pulsing between my thighs.

What's that? Do we have flirting? Maaaaaybe. It's mostly Dieter being an unintentional menace...but we’ll take it. Right?

I pretty much have this chapter done (I think). I still have editing to do though. It’s long AF (around 15k words). I’m hoping to post by Friday. 😉

I have a few other gifts to offer. First, head on over HERE to check out this amazing video that @survivingandenduring was kind enough to put together for Closed Position. It's hot and has all the Dieter & Kat ✨vibes✨. I’m still screaming over it!

Second, I have started working on a playlist for Closed Position. I will be adding to it as inspiration strikes. I also plan to add the songs used for Dieter & Kat's performances. Week 2's song is already on the list. Want to take a guess on which song it is?

NPT: @morallyinept @rhoorl @for-a-longlongtime

Closed Position Taglist: @secretelephanttattoo @titlee78 @maggiemayhemnj @legendary-pink-dot @survivingandenduring @wannab-urs @harriedandharassed @hisandsnakes @misstokyo7love @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @sin-djarin @cakipy-blog @missladym1981 @guelyury @weho2kcmo @alokaerza @girlofchaos @trulybetty @bitchwitch1981 @madnessofadaydreamer @darkheartgatita @jazzloveslatte @timpletance @musings-of-a-rose @samiamproductions @myloveistoolittle @copperhalfcent @auteurdelabre @drewharrisonwriter @burntheedges @stevie75 @bunniboo0015 @quicax3 @jackie923 @sherala007 @pastelnap @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @jessthebaker @rebel-held

*If your name is marked out, that means it wouldn’t let me tag you. ☹️

[anime-rambles]

Safe with Us: Part 2

Pairing: Alpha!KiriBaku x Omega!MidoriyaTwinReader

Type: Angst, hurt, forced scenting.

Word Count: 3300+

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and love for my work, Part 2 is here, many new fics to follow. I have a new taglist form follow the link below and it will bring you too it. Much love as always, Tiff <3

(Please read update post)

Summary: You were Midroiya's twin, Bakugou's mate but life isn't easy and one day you were kidnapped, stripped from everything you know. Many years have passed, Bakugou has moved on but only now have you been able to escape, to return to your family. A family that has moved on.

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MHA Tag List: @hornehlittleweeblet2 @mystiqueewrites @belzeblitz @moonygeno413 @ace-the-side-character @unlogical-ella @moonseye @vaellee @corruptowlette @pasteldaze @24-7-multifandomsimp @yetoadet @ninetyeightrins @kirissluttypebble @elaineplayz @phantomalchemist @tigerd-draws @kunaigirlx44 @jujutaku @adventures-in-a-heartbeat @cmars59 @upinacloud @yourdragonsfire @uwiuwi @burningbluegalaxy @kirislilwhorewife @kuzusouda-and-terumaru-blog @kat-perdue @ebiharachan @lazyafgurl @bratty-fics @eraserheads-sleeping-bag @eijiandkatspebble

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Bakugou held your hand the entire way to the door and before stepping inside Bakugou squeezed your hand one last time and walked in. The entrance way was huge and you could hear noise coming from a side room. A big booming laughter sounded from the room and different smells burst in your nose. You held Bakugou’s hand tighter just to make sure he was still there. You rounded the corner and you could see Midoriya which made you relax more. You looked around at everyone and could see about seven different people, you were not quite sure what their genders were because you are not used to using your senses but there was one thing for sure. The big red one at the back was definitely an alpha and he definitely was checking you out. 

“OMG DEKU, SHE’S ADORABLE” A high pitched voice sounded in front of your face and all you could see was pink. You backed up a little and didn't make eye contact, opting to hide at Bakugou side. “Look at that, green hair and all, definitely a Midoriya.” Another voice sounded to your right and someone was pulling at your hair gently. Bakugou just held you tighter, not saying much as he was used to the group. You whimpered slightly and tried to turn away again. You look at Midoriya and he was on the phone calling someone, you assumed it was his mate that was on patrol and you honestly couldn't wait to meet him but right now there were a lot. “Look at those cute freckles” Another voice said really close to you and you whimpered again, Bakguou went to speak but a loud voice sounded from across the room. 

“That’s enough, y/n has come a long way to be here and to join us, you can get to know her soon but right now she’s scared and half of you have to get to work, don't you” Kirishima said and raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. You looked at Kirishima and nodded as a thank you. 

“So she can stay?” Midoriya asked as he put his phone away. Kirishima smiled and made his way to the large couch and sat down. “As if i would say no to your twin and Katsuki’s mate, stupid alphas.” Bakugou laughed and pulled you into a hug. He brought the two of you to the couch that Kirishima was sitting on, and he had placed you in the middle but you weren't squashed near him or anything. Bakugou was just letting you get used to the alpha. Midoriya sat on the other sofa, happily watching you. 

Bakugou reached for the remote and turned on a random film that had come up. He relaxed into the seat and tucked his arm around you. You couldn’t help but look at the mass of red beside you. You stared at this alpha, at his long red hair in a ponytail, you stared at his scar on his face, you stared at his lips and down his neck. You found yourself sniffing the air to see what he smelt like, Kirishima could feel you staring at him so he released some pheromones in the air. His arm that was resting on the back of the sofa was lazily rubbing Bakugou’s arm and his alpha was quite happy with the two of you. Your eyes met and Kirishima gave you a massive grin, causing you to giggle. 

You all could hear a crash at the front door and a lot of shuffling. Kirishima was up in an instant and Bakugou and Midoriya followed standing in front of you.   

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHINSO, LET ME THROUGH, I NEED TO KNOW SHE'S SAFE,” A voice shouted that you recognised. Kirishima took a step forward and left the room. 

“You can’t just barge in here, hawks, what is it you want?” 

“She’s here right, let me see here, I need to know she’s okay” the voice pleaded and it snapped in your brain, it's Tango. He’s alive. You shoved forward and ran to the front door. 

“TANNNGOOOO” You shouted and threw yourself at the man. 

“Oh thank god y/n.” He held you tight and spun you around. Bakugou growled at the male which caused Kirishima and Midoriya to join him. 

“Tango? Hawks, explain yourself NOW.” Kirishima ordered. You raised your eyebrow at Tango and the male released you but bopped your nose first, causing you to giggle. 

“Right okay, I will explain myself but first to y/n, not you.” Tango turned to you. 

“Okay baby bird, my name is Hawks, well Kiego, I was undercover in the league of villains and my job was to get omega’s like yourself out and home. You were my last mission and I have tried for years to get you home and I finally did it, you-” You cut tango, no hawks off. “I'm home, thank you.” You threw your arms around hawks. Bakugou growled again and Kirishima smacked the back of his head. 

“That explains it then, no wonder you’ve been coming and going all these years but why wouldn't you tell us, she’s my sister.” Midoriya asked. Hawks looked at him and took a breath. “I was too risky, this was an operation set up by Allmight, he believed if you were to know who he had found the both of you would rush in and save her-” Baukgou cut in “Damn right we would have, without question.” Hawks just looked at Bakugou like he had just proved his point. “Which is why you couldn’t know, there was a lot more omega’s needed saving if you were to jump in guns blazing then I would not have been able to save them.” Hawks turned to you again and held your arm. “I’m sorry it took so long baby bird, but he was so close to you and I couldn’t get you alone” 

You opened your mouth to speak but the front door opened, Midoriya bounded over to the new person. As hawks took a step to the side the new person's scent entered the room. It caught in your throat, and you froze on the stop. That smell, it was Dabi, he’s here to take you away again. You began to panic, tears left your eyes and you began to shake. Bakugou stepped forward to pull you into his arms but Kirishima had already done it as you started to lean towards him. He held you tightly not really knowing what was going on, Bakguou joined your side and tried to calm you down as best as he could but nothing was working. Midoriya made his way through the crowd that had formed and held someone's hand. 

“Y/n this is Shoto my ma- hey wait what’s going on” Midoriya pulled his hand from Todoroki who stood there awkwardly. You started to give into your panic and you could barely hear anything anymore. You could only smell and feel Dabi, his face entered your vision and you began to try and scratch the feeling of his hands off your skin. “Hey, hey, hey ‘mega stop, what’s going on, talk to us” Bakugou spoke and Kirishima knelt on the ground holding you tightly. 

“He’s here to take me away, please don’t let me go, I don’t wanna go, I don't wanna go” you said over and over again as you sobbed into Kirishima. “No one is going to take you away little one, tell me what’s going on” Kirishima said. 

“Dabi, he's here, it's Dabi” You whispered to the red head. “What does my brother have to do with this?” Todoroki asked. Midoriya held his mate in his arms. Hawks spoke up, “Well now you know who’s had her all these years, and she didn’t have her own room, it was his and her nest was all him.” You began to shake. “Shoto my boy, as someone who has been around your brother a lot, I will say you smell like him, you're a little sweeter but it's still there.” 

Todoroki was crushed, his mate’s twin sister already hated him and probably couldn’t be around him. Todoroki went to take a step back but Hawks blocked him. “I said they were similar, not the same. Y/n’s been through a lot, let her get used to your scent and she’ll be okay.” He nudged his shoulder and then nodded at Midoriya to take him away quietly. 

“Listen boys, I am used to integrating Omega’s back in society after ordeals and she's been through a lot, from what I heard she also never had a heat because someone marked her all those years ago which I'm guessing was you.” Hawks gestured on his neck to Bakugou who just tck’d. “So, with her finally being next to her mate and a dominant alpha, take her upstairs, calm her down with a bath, make a nest she can always fix it later and use your pheromones to coax her omega out. It will have to happen sooner rather than later. Once all this happens, her omega will recognise Todoroki as someone else and not as  D-A-B-I okay, cool” Hawk stood to his feet and nodded at Shinso as he left the house. “Gives us a call if you have any questions, laters'' 

You had fallen asleep in Kirishima's arms and he looked at Bakugou for a moment who looked devastated. Once the red head stood up with you in his arms Bakguou joined him. Kirishima couldn’t stop smiling, his alpha was so happy right now. You were so cute in his arms and he was even more excited at the prospects that he could be very overprotective over you. He loved minding the omega’s in the pack but he could not overstep too much as all of them had mates. Bakugou would often let him be overprotective of him like he was an omega, mothering him really, but only when no one was around and less often than Kirishima would want. 

Kirishima had often asked Bakugou about his mating mark but Bakugou would never really answer, only bypass the question so Kirishima just let it be but now it all made so much sense. Why him and Midoriya would often disappear on Midoriya’s birthday for a few hours and come back often very sad and in need of comfort. Kirishima reached his own room as he had the bigger bath. As he reached for the door Bakugou growled at him, Kirishima looked over his shoulder at the alpha and raised his eyebrow ignoring it and reached for the door again, Bakugou responded the same. As Kirkshima turned to look at Bakugou, you woke up and were looking at Kirishima. 

“Hello little one, we're just getting a bath for you, so I’m going to place you on my bed for a moment. Is that okay.” You looked up at him as he entered the room, Kirishima ignored the growling Bakugou outside who seemed to be struggling with his alpha at that moment. You nodded and released a happy chirp at him, making Kirishima chuckle. 

“Looks like someone’s omega is happy with me then.” Kirishima said as he placed you on his bed. He watched as you instantly sunk into his pillows and tried your best to squish and hide yourself in his blankets. “Make yourself at home, we’ll be back in a minute.” Kirishima made his way to the door and as soon as Bakugou made eye contact with him his demeanor changed. He was no longer cheerful fun alpha, no, he was the strong alpha, the strongest in the pack, a dominant,  the pack alpha. 

Kirishima closed the door, and as soon as the door clicked shut, he reached forward quickly grabbing Bakugou’s throat and shoved him up against the wall, not giving him time to react. He pumped threatening pheromones in the air and he’ll his throat tightly. Bakugou struggled at Kirishima. 

“You want to explain to me, Katsuki, why you were growling at me?” Kirishima stared deep into Bakugou’s eyes. 

“I, I, don’t know Eiji, i do-” Kirishima held his throat tighter. 

“Don’t you ever growl at me again Katsuki, how are we supposed to be altogether if you alpha only sees her as yours.” Bakugou choked slightly but Kirishima hold stayed, this was not about Bakugou, this was about forcing his Alpha back to submission otherwise this would never work. Bakugou knew this deep down, that why he wouldn’t fight back, 

“I’m sorry Eiji, I’ll try better.” 

“KNOW.YOUR.PLACE” Kirishima used his alpha voice on Bakugou and stared into his eyes. It was like he could see Bakugou’s alpha back down. Tears started to fill Bakugou’s eyes which caused Kirishima to release his hold. Bakugou fell forward and Kirishima caught him, holding him tight in his arms and Bakugou cried. 

“I'm so sorry Eiji, I don’t know what happened, I want us all to be together so bad because I know you’ll love her but my alpha-” Kirishima cut him off, “is just being your Alpha, stubborn as always.” Kirishima kissed his head and wiped his tears away. Once Bakugou's breath returned to normal, the pair broke away. “Come on, we have an omega to take care of and train.” Kirishima smiled at Bakugou, entering the room.  

He froze, Bakugou bumped into him. “What the hell shitty hair.” 

“Hey bro, wasn’t there an omega on our bed?” He questioned as Bakugou joined his side. Once he saw that you weren’t there he ran to the bathroom to check.. nothing . 

“Where the hell is she?” Bakugou frantically looked around the room, under the bed in the wardrobe, while Kirishima just stared at his bed, at the nest you began to build out of his clothes. Pride filled his chest. 

“Don’t panic, she’ll be back.” 

“Don’t panic? Don't panic? Are you kidding me,where the hell is she” Bakugou shouted at Kirishima. The redhead simply grabbed his shoulders and pointed at the bed, at the nest. “What?” Bakugou asked. “Silly alpha look again” Bakugou stared at the bed and back at Kirishima. 

“What? Its your bed, with a nest” Baukgou looked at Kirishima again like what he said did not click in his mind. Kirishima raised his eyebrow and waited for the shoe to drop. “SHE’S BUILDING A NEST” Bakugou shouted,with a grin plastered on his face. “Yes she is.” Kirishima said and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

You entered the room, your arms filled with things from Bakugou’s room. It was not hard to find. You simply followed your nose. You honestly did not know what you were doing but it felt right. You stood beside the two males for a moment and looking in the same direction. With your arms filled of Bakugou's clothes you moved forward, placing things around your nest making it comfortable. You climbed in, removing some of your clothes, and rubbed against all the material. 

Closed your eyes for a moment, and kept on rubbing at your scent glands on your neck and wrist. They were swollen and were very sore and itchy. You opened your eyes and looked at the alphas and huffed. 

“Awh poor little ‘mega, you need help with something.” Bakugou said and made his way forward to you, placing a hand on your chin and moving your head to the side to get a look at your glands. 

“Look Eijirou” Bakugou gestured for the other alpha to join him on the perimeter of your nest. Kirishima looked at your neck and you began to feel impatient with the two of them. Pulling your head away from Bakugou you huffed again and tried to itch the glands. 

“Hey, hey, hey, stop, don’t do that little one.” Kirishima spoke and held your hands away from your neck.

“Help, they’ve never done this before, they ache badly.” You whimpered to the alpha. Kirishima sat down on the bed, for a split second you growled at the alpha but he only raised his eyebrow and your omega stopped. Rubbing his hand on yours, he made his way to your wrist and slowly massaged your glands there. You whimpered under his touch, it hurt at the beginning but now it felt amazing. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, breathing in the scents in the room. 

“Katsuki, can you go get some gland ointment from the bathroom,” Kirishima spoke and still rubbed on your glands. 

“It’s okay little one, it's just your body reacting to being around us. You’ve probably never used your pheromones so much before huh?” You looked up to him, tears coming into your eyes. “So i’m a freak then” 

“What no? Why would you say that?” He asked. 

“Don’t know how to be an omega, don’t know what's going on with my body, don't know anything really.” You sniffled. 

“Well if you don't know how to omega as you’ve said, then how have you made such a beautiful nest then? Or these beautiful smells you're giving out” You purred at his compliment. 

“You’re glands just need a little massaging, many omegas get blocked glands every now and again. You should see Denki when his get at him, we have to put mittens on him to stop touching them, but we don't have to do that, do we little one.” Kirishima says and he nods behind you. You feel a shift behind you and you can feel Bakugou there. His nose tickles the side of your neck and he gently kisses your glands. Next you could feel him massage a cool gel onto them. It felt devine and you lent back into him, moaning as he worked the gel into your glands.  

You slowly could feel yourself getting lost in this comfort from both alpha’s, you could also feel yourself getting hotter and hotter and trying to get rid of more clothes that you were wearing. You wanted to lay down with both of them and tried to pull them with you but both would not budge. Sighing loudly you lock eyes with Kirishima who just laughs at your frown. 

“If you want us in your nest little one, all you have to do is ask but you also should know as to what that means for us all.” you frown again and look at Bakugou behind you, who has the same expression as Kirishima. 

“I might not know alot about being an omega, i know what inviting you both into this nest means I want that, I want to learn, I want you both to teach me and i-i—---i” You stutter, a deep pain within your catches you by surprise and you mean in response to it. After you catch your breath you look at the alphas again, something has shifted in the room and it excited you. 

“You what ‘mega” Bakugou asked. 

“Iwantyoubothtobemyalphaiwanthatverymuchindeed.” You mumble. Kirishima chuckled and looked at Bakugou. “Yup, she’s definitely a Midroiya.” Bakugou laughs at Kirishima's response and both wait for you to continue. 

“I want you both to be my alpha, I want you both in my nest.” You say looking at your hands. 

“Thought you’d never ask little one.” Kirishima said, bring your hands to his lips and kissed them. Bakugou shifted again behind you, entering your nest. His skin feeling very hot behind you, he lost his shirt at some point. He pulled you back onto him, pulling your lips towards him and kissed you fiercely. You felt the bed shift again and you looked at Kirishima who also had lost his shirt and smirked. 

“Now little one, let’s begin our lessons shall we?” He asked, grinning widely. You could see his canines perfectly, another pain shot through you which caused you to moan out loud. Both alpha’s chuckled. 

“This is going to be fun ‘mega.” Bakugou said into your neck, and as Kirishima moved to hover over you, sandwiches you between the two, you had to agree with him. This was definitely going to be fun. 

[oonajaeadira]

Hi Adira!

Can we get a Gordy update?

KAT!!! Aw, thank you for asking about my very fluffy boy!

We have a thunderstorm going on atm, so he is currently laying on the floor under my spot on the couch. He thinks he is protecting me, but really, that's a diversion for his own scardeyness.

He is doing well; he had a bath today and isn't happy about it because we took away all the smells he was collecting. But it's fine, he'll just get more.

He still barks at other dogs and now that we have warm weather and the windows are open, he loves putting his paws up at the front window (the one behind him here) and just telling everyone his opinion of them as they walk by. He does not care that he's embarrassing us. He's got things to say.

But he's calmed down quite a bit in the half year we've had him. Except when it's ball time. You can see in the picture above how he's ravaged our floor with his claws chasing after balls. It's okay though. the SO knows how to fix them. *shrug* We're in no hurry to have pristine floors again and Gordy's so happy during playtime. Our last two dogs weren't fetchers, so it's been a nice change.

Here are some bonus goob pics for you.

[mocosa-media]

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

Was tagged by the lovely @fabdante thank you so much my friend. That being said, I will surely be taking liberties on certain published works 😈 due to the fact that one or more will simply have been "remasters" aka updated versions of previous works and may likely have the same starting sentence.

Easier To Run - Devil May Cry, Nero and Vergil family fic || "There was nothing Nero wanted more than to properly belong."

Under The Sun - Assassin's Creed || "He'd never be ashamed of where he was from."

I Only Want to Be With You - MHA, EraserJoke 😔💖 || "He was never particular interesting."

Heaven Is A Place - DmC/Devil May Cry, Kat just wants to be a mama and Nero is a child || "No matter how hard she tries, Kat can never get a clear look of the woman's face."

By Starlight - DmC, Kat and Dante have a soft moment ❤️ || " "You know the feeling you get when you listen to your favorite song?" "

Dark Bloom - DmC, Kat and Dante again my babes || "She rarely gets a full nights' sleep anymore."

Rats - DmC, Kat and Dante... shut up, I'm shy about this one || "Had he known what kind of girl she became behind closed doors, Dante would have gone looking for Kat years ago."

Disarm - DmC - Vergil and child Nero, I like this one a lot || "Vergil was exhausted."

Mind Over Matter - DmC, I just loved Kat and Dante dynamic okay || "He was soft in all the ways it would never matter."

The In-Between Is Mine - AOT, Jean and Marco my babies || " "Did you have friends back home?" "

As you can tell, I may not have a favored fandom. Perhaps.

Besides that, this was really fun to do. Many of these wips are quite old and written when I was at completely different times in my life. Ex. Pre and post certain life experiences, heartaches, blossoming friendships, etc. Some are ultimately still unfinished and hold previous and present writing experience. One I wrote alongside a dear friend as a challenge, others I wrote on a wim while holding certain emotions, and I especially hold those dear.

I felt as though I was looking though an album of my emotions from the past 2-5 years. Thank you Fab!!

I'm not sure who to tag, as I don't want to put anyone on the spot. Therefore, I will leave this open for any of my followers and friends to join in. I can't wait to see what you have written, and hope you will tag me in your post.

Thank you again Fab!!

[snowwolflover]

A deal is a deal.

part 10

The next morning Grace woke up before I did. she sat in her bed playing on her phone trying to stay as quiet as she could so I could sleep until it was time for her to get up for class. I didn't have class today but was taking lead on making sure everything was ready for tonight. After about an hour Grace finally got out of bed and went over to grab some PJs to put on and a towel so she could go to the shower. By the time she stood up she was dancing as she looked for clothes because she needed to go potty so bed. So far she had kept her pull up dry last night. She put her cloths on as fast as she could and then grabbed the towel and ran out the door. As she started to head down the hall she ran in to Kat. "Hey, How are you doing. I know yesterday was alot. Did the police give you any updates" Kats asked her. Grace still dancing a little "Ummm, I'm good. it was a long day but Tiffany saved me...again. No nothing from the cops yet" she answered. Grace tried to squeeze by Kat and still get to the bathroom as she talked. "Ok, well let me know if you need anything." Kat says. Grace looks back at Kat "Thank you so much" as she keeps pushing down the hall, but just then she runs right in to Flora and falls to the ground. "Oh my god", Flora says "are you ok sweetie?" she says as she reached to help her up. Grace starts to let a tear out and she tries to stand up. "I'm sorry sweetie, I was just on my way to your room to check on Tiffany to see what she needs from me today" Flora continued. "Are you ok?" Flora asks again and then notices that Grace was keeping her hands down and in front of herself. "Oh, Ok..Ummm come on" Flora says again and takes Grace by the hand walking her back to her room.

Flora knocked on the door before she entered. I had just started to wake up. I hadn't even checked my phone yet. "Hello" Flora calls out as they come inside. "Oh, good morning" Flora I say as I hear her voice. I try to focus my eyes and see her standing there with Grace in toe. "Is everything ok?" I ask. did she do something wrong?" I added. "Oh no, nothing like that. I was just coming to check in with you and Grace kind of ran in to me in the hall, but I think she needs a little of your help" Flora explained. I looked over to Grace as my eyes start to clear up a little and I can see she is leaking a little on her pants. I start to get out of bed and go to her. "Thank you Flora, I'll take care of her" I tell her. "You don't mind if we talk for a sec while you do that do you. I have something's to get done this morning " She asks. "ummm no I guess it's fine" I say as I look in Graces eyes. Grace looks kind of scared. I make Grace lay down on the floor and Flora sits on the couch right across the room. I grab some wipes and go back to Grace. "what can I do for you Flora" I ask as I start to slide Graces pants down reviling a very wet pull up. I get the pants all the way off and start to take down her pull up as Flora replied "Well, it's more the other way around. I was checking in with you for what you need today. I have heard your plans for today and it sounds great, we want to make sure it goes as well as expected to help set you up for next year." I finish wiping Grace clean as Flora is talking and roll her pull up into a ball and toss it in a bag and in the trash then stripped her all the way down. I stand her up naked in the middle of the room as Flora was finishing her sentence and looking on. I wrapped Grace in a towel give her a kiss on the head and a swat on the butt "Go shower baby" and I send her out the door. I turn back to Flora and say "Well right now I think we have everything lined up. I just need to make sure the girls in the house are dressed and ready on time and I could use 3-4 extras to help decorate too." Flora nodded her head and then said "I'll send out that out in the group messenger now. I'll be back at the house before the event and make sure everyone here checks in with me so I can check all costumes." she says as she heads to the door. "Thank you so much" I say. She stopped at the door, "Good job by the way. Your doing great and if you keep this up your going to really stand out." Flora says with a wink just before walking off into the hall.

a few minutes letter my phone goes off and it's the group message from Flora telling the house what's going on. it doesn't take long for replies to start coming in. Kat comes to the door "Good morning beautiful" she says as she walks in. "How are you doing after your long night? I heard you saved Grace again?" She asks as she sits down. "Im doing good" I said "Ya last night after Grace left the coffee shop she went right to Miss Rae's house. Not only was she dressed inappropriately for a nanny but she was late and had an attitude when she did get there. Miss Rae was not having it and was about to fire her." I explained. "Wait it's not all her fault, the stuff and the coffee shop Grace didn't have control of." Kat says. I start digging through my closet to find some clothes for the day as we talk. "I know but Grace wasn't explaining things the best way because she was upset and she did make some poor choice so when I got there I helped calm things down and explain everything. By the time I was done Miss Rae did agree to let her keep her job, but it wasn't easy" I explained. "Ok as long as she's not in trouble for someone stealing her bag" Kat said defensively. I laughed as I tossed my cloths for the day on my bed. I started to change as we kept talking. "No she's not in trouble for that, but having an attitude, not calling Miss Rae to let her know she would be late and why, dressing the way she did at all knowing she was heading to work. all that didn't help. so she needed to learn a lesson." I explained as I got my new underwear and bra on and in place. "A lesson?" Kat asked. "Yes" I smirked as I got my pants on and buttoned "Grace said she would do anything to apologize for everything so Miss Rae took her across her lap and spanked her bare butt, put her in time out and washed her mouth out with soap.." Kats looked a little shocked by that news. "I watched the whole thing, then I made Grace cut up her underwear and put her in a pull up for the rest of the night, Oh and I just changed that wet pull up a minute ago with Flora sitting right there talking to me while I did it." I added as I got my top on and started my hair. Kat started to laugh.

Just then Grace came back in the room in her towel "Oh hello again Kat." she said as she walked in. "Hi sweetie" Kat says to her as she stands up. "Ok I got to run. Love you both and I'll see you tonight." She gave us both a kiss on the cheek and then told Grace "Be a good girl today, ok?" as she started to walk out "Yes ma'am" Grace answered as Kat left. I turned to grace and said "hurry and get dressed so your not late for class baby" She agreed and started to finish drying off. She opened her draw to grab understand stopped... "Um panties or pull up mama" she asks. "I leave it up to you today. But I better see a good girl" I told her. She opted for panties for now. she grabbed a pair of cotton panties that were white with flowers on them. The she got herself dressed and grabbed her bag. "I'll see you after class" she said as she gave me a kiss and ran out the door.

I looked back at the group messenger and saw that a few people had agreed to help decorate so I jumped in and asked them to meet with me at 2pm to get things set up. I sent a message to Colt next

Me: Good morning soccer star

Colt: Good morning madam president

Me: Not yet, lol.

Me: Is everything ready on your end for tonight? do you need anything?

Colt: Is tonight date number 2. Did I forget?

Me: No tonight is the party smarty, The date will have to wait a little

Colt: So your saying there is a 2nd Date 😉

Me: Lol. ok yes there can be a 2nd date.... if tonight goes well

Colt: ah ok, No pressure then

Me.I thought you did well under pressure soccer star?

Colt: I feel a little called out but ya. we can make this happen. what time is the tent going to be set up?

Me: Noon.

Colt: Ok. we will have the stage and bar set ups there and good by 1ish. I'll make sure the boys are ready.

Me: Perfect, the girls will be there at 2 for Dec and we will be good to go by 5pm.

Colt: sound like a plan...

Colt: Looking forward to seeing your smile again

Me: This will have to do for now

Colt: Amazing.

Colt: See you soon.

My heart is going crazy right now. I've never reacted like this for a guy I don't even know all that well yet. Just then I get an message from Miss Rae

Miss Rae: Good morning Tiffany, I wanted to say thank you for everything yesterday. Your off to a great start and you'll make a great president next year. Shortly after that you might even be able to become Lady Tiffany. I can't wait to see your growth. Best of luck with your event tonight. I spoke to Flora about everything and have sent some things over for you lady's to help with tonight.

Me: Miss Rae, thank you for everything. You have been amazingly supportive on everything. I can't express my thanks enough for you giving up your time for us.

Miss Rae: I'm more then happy to support you. in fact I would be honored to be your mentor if your ok with it?

Me: It would be my honor to have you as a mentor for me. Thank you.

Miss Rae: Ok then it's settled. I'll become your mentor. Go have fun today and we will talk more later.

Me: Thank you again and have a great day

I got up and went to run some errands I had for myself for the day before I had to head down to the event space. I ran my errands and grab abit to eat then meet at the spot at 11:30 for them to start getting the tent up. It was a very large one which works to give up lots of room to preform. Then they told me Heat lamps and a second small tent was set up behind the main one was added to the order with a note that said "to keep everyone warm and a tent for costume change and waiting room." This must be what Miss Rae was talking about. Everything got set up and the workers were gone just after 12. I looked around at the space myself for a while. Then I heard a second truck pull up. I walked out to see who it was. The driver stepped out and said he was hired to set up and run some lights for us for the evening and had some other decorations to put up as well. I looked at his paperwork and the name.on the bottom was Miss Rae. I showed him inside and explained where we were going to have the stage set up and everything. He started to set his stuff up in a corner out of the way and then Started to hang long red silk banners all around the tent. As he was working the Guys showed up with the stage they were bring. Colt walked in and gave me a big hug and then looked around. "Wow.... I was going to say we are here to save the day but now I feel a little inadequate" he said. I laughed and said "I sure hope not as I tapped his upper leg" The look on his face was priceless.

The rest of the guys started to come in with the pieces of the stage and I showed them were to put everything. we had enough to actually set up two more small stages, one on each side of the tent so we could spread out the show more. The tech Miss Rae sent set up lights for us and more red silk around the stage and hanging down behind it, The guys got the sound station set up next to the light station and the DJ talked with the tech about all the plans. Next we got the bar set across from them in front so we can sell drinks. Everything was looking so good. I showed the guys the dressing room tent and we talked about where everything would be and how it's going to go. As we were looking around and talking about everything I looked back to Colt when I mentioned the changing spaces and said "I hope you'll be able to hold up in all this. We wouldn't want any inadequacies tonight" as I laughed. The rest of the guys laughed at my joke and Colt pretended to tackle me for the remark. As he wrapped me in his arms I heard a voice from behind us. "You had better not do that or I'll start chopping things off" the voice yelled. I knew right away it was Kat. He put me down right away and put his hands on the air. Both Kat and I started laughing. "Better" she said.

Kat came over by me and said "Wow girl, this all looks great already". "Thanks, I got a tone of support" I said. We all got moving again to get the last things in place and then the girls from the house showed up to help with finally decorations. Everything was perfect. We all went back to the houses to start getting ourselves ready. When I got to my room Grace was there finishing homework she had on my laptop.

"Ok sweetie, we need to start getting ready for the show" I told her. "Yes ma'am" she said as she saved her work and got up. "Now we got all these cute things for tonight, Your costume has some cute little short but what to put under it I wonder" I said as I reached into her drawer and grabbed a pu up in my hand. Grace saw it and her face dropped. "Do I really have to wear that for the show?" she pouted. I just smiled at her for a moment. "Please please can I just have my adult stuff for the show?" she begged. "I'll tell you what, Miss Rae has offered to let us go shopping and get you new things to replace everything that was stolen and a new wardrobe, all on her card. We will go this weekend and you will be an extra good little girl for me during that. If you promise then I'll think about tonight." I offered. Grace looked a little shocked "She's going to pay for everything... really....wow....umm ok, ya I'll do that." Grace says. "Ok then, which ones do you want to wear tonight?" I asked. She walked over and looked and then pulled out a pair of black lace full coverage panties with Red accents in it and held them up. "These please?" she asked. I agreed and she started to get changed. When she was done she was in a small red vest that pushed up her chest and a set of black shirts with the hips of her panties just over the topsides of the shorts. She had on fishnets and heels and then a small headband with a hat on it to keep the hat on place.

I started to get myself ready. I put on a pair of red ruffed boy short styles pants and a red lace bra. Then I put on a black coraet and some sheer black pantyhose. I did my hair in curls with a red flower in the top. I slipped on some red heels I doctored up with some black lace for the night.

Grace and I did our make up and finished getting everything together, when we were ready we went across the hall to get Kat. Kay was dressed in a red bra with a black dress coat over it. The coat had tails in the back the were down past her butt. She had on some red spanks and black lace panties over them and some black boots. She had a top hat and a crop with her as well and finished the look with a small bow tie around her neck.

we all talked about the cute looks we had on and headed down staira to start getting everyone else together. All the girls looked amazing, Flora came over wearing a black and red corset skirt with black solid panties under. She had fish nets on but was in flip flops currently because she was going to be barefoot for the show. once we had everyone together we made our way to the tent. Everyone looked around and loved the set up we had. I showed them the back tent we had for final touches and waiting for your time. As we were looking around the guys showed up and joined us. All the guys were wearing black pants. Some of them had on Bowler hats or the old gangster hats. There were a few different vest going around as well. Then I saw Colt. He and a few other guys walked over and they were dressed in black pants, with the bow tie and wrist cufflinks, like they came right from chipndales. Colt came over to say hi and gave me a hug. we started to talk and then 2 of the guys with him each reached down and grabbed a side of his pants and with a tank from each his pants came off. My mouth dropped open as I was not expecting that at all, Colt now standing in front of me wear black bikini style briefs. I will admit he looked very sexy like this. Everyone started to laugh at what was going on and then Colt grabbed me by my sides and lifted me in to the air and brought me into his body so I wrapped my legs around his hips. He started to pules his hips with me in the air like that and everyone quickly changed from laughing to ohhhh and ahhh. I let it go for a minute, for everyone else's enjoyment of course then I made him put me down. We got everyone together around the stage and Colt, Flora and I got on the stage and started the pep talk. We got everyone hyped up and ready for the show.

It was now time to start. we sent our ticket people outside to take payments from everyone coming in. We charged 5$ per person to come in and see the shows and we sell drinks from the bar. All the money we make will be split between the houses.

[wendyeve24]

UTHDTH Spinoff update

I've been wracking my brain for how I want the series to go forward and it just occurred to me that instead of there being so many individual spinoffs that could risk me spreading myself too thin and losing muse, instead I'm going to put all the spinoffs into Genesis. This means that...

We're going to see flashbacks of Faye with Custer on their journey to California and their adventures in California that we didn't see in the original Up To Heaven and Down To Hell fanfic. They're going to reminisce back on their crazy trip in the present day which is 1978 (the same year Genesis is set in).

We're going to finally get Rue x Elliot x Jules in Tennessee.

Maddy's individual story Purgatory will continue and it will also be sprinkled in flashbacks throughout Genesis.

We'll see Marie's backstory in Genesis through flashbacks as well.

Kat and Ethan will be going on their baby making journey throughout Genesis.

Ali might finally make a move with Leslie at some point in Genesis.

Cassie will be enjoying her new single mother life and we'll see how she's doing with Baby Charlie and her new friend McKay... or will Cassie and McKay become more than friends? Who knows...?

We'll be seeing more of Fez and Lexi's married life.

Ash and Gia's relationship will definitely be the main focus.

Up To Heaven and Down To Hell was not the last we've seen of the Jacobs Family... in fact, we'll see them reappear at some point in Genesis.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this rather detailed update for Genesis and another update is that Genesis is a spiritual sequel to the original Up To Heaven and Down To Hell. It may or may not be the actual sequel depending on how I feel to be honest.

As for Purgatory, that story is still ongoing as well as Genesis. Neither story has ended I just needed a bit of a break, but now I'm back and I'll be working on the UTHDTH Series and updating the Spotify Playlist eventually. Thanks for reading this update and feel free to comment what you think of this update! Happy New Year everyone!

- Wendy

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

reread your books AGAIN and i’m going to spend my night scrolling your tumblr for extra content bcos i just love them so damn much! this is a bit of a random one but what are each of their night time routines?!✨

Aw thank you 🥺🩷 I'm so happy you're here!

Okay so for Nat: her hair is her biggest problem. It's curly, it needs love and care. So she puts in all the necessary oils and products and then puts it in a braid to protect it as she sleeps. Also obvs she uses the basic skincare stuff. She checks all the house's locks/doors/windows and makes sure the cats have enough to eat and drink. She also tidies up a bit (basically, she sends Kat to bed while she cleans up and locks everything 🥰) Then she gets in bed with Kat and answers some emails, scrolls social media (cough, updates Kat's fan insta, cough) and texts some people. Or she reads too.

Kat: she has a bit of a dry skin, so moisturizing her body is important. She also does this face massage thing to keep the wrinkles away and makes sure to put down a glass of water by her bed in case she wakes up in the middle of the night anxious/thirsty. Before actually going to bed, she checks on Maya by just carefully peeking into her room. If she has to work in the morning, she makes sure her outfit is chosen and ready. Vaseline on her lips and then she reads for 30 min before going to sleep 🩷

[blackkatmagic]

KAT! OH MY FORCE

I'm so excited for the waking/rising update I am going to DIE 😭 I get to read it while I travel for a concert tomorrow! The BEST surprise.

Askjhaf I apologize in advance bc I am def going to screech in your inbox tomorrow. 😅

You're the best! Thank you for all that you do!

:D

“I didn’t know,” Fox says, ragged, and he curls forward, buries his fingers in his hair as he takes great heaving breaths that shudder out like sobs.

There's a hesitation, a flicker of movement, and then Ferus is up, leaving the Jedi behind in Cody's arms to go to Fox, and Fox is Cody's vod, it shouldn’t wrench to see but it does. A Jedi is dying, and Ferus is comforting the clone who killed him, and—

And there’s smooth skin beneath Cody's fingertips when he goes to put pressure on the wound.

For a fractured second, Cody thinks he’s seeing things. Thinks, like falling from a great height, that he made a mistake, and the wound is somewhere else, and he just missed it, that he saw wrong, but—

Desperately, he claws back threadbare cloth, scorched edges, smears blood across pale skin under the harsh lights, and nothing changes. The wound is entirely gone.

There's an anvil in his lungs, and all of it is incredulous relief.

[gunnerkriggcritical]

I've been a consistent reader of Gunnerkrigg since... god, I think I found the first book in the store and picked it up that way, so around 12 or 13 years? I was around Antimony's starting age when I picked it up, I know that much, and I've only been reading one webcomic longer (Order of the Stick, if anyone's curious. Going strong and much better than this has). I loved the bizarre world presented to me, and I felt like I was growing up alongside Antimony and Kat to a certain extent, with the story growing deeper as I got older to be able to appreciate it more. Everything about it has always been fascinating to me, and every new element as the story progressed felt like it was building so well. All of that is why I think the slow deterioration has hit me as hard as it did. I'm still reading, but it's felt like a habit more than an actual want for what feels like years now. If I had to point and say "this is where it started," I don't think I could, but I think I really *noticed* at the start of the Loup content. Coyote and Ysengrin were characters that I really enjoyed, because I adore seeing characters who are so far above everything that the world is their playset. That sort of viewpoint is fascinating for me to explore, and even more so that of the one being toyed with. Having those two sacrificed for Loup of all characters, who has what I would say are the worst points of both, felt like a kick in the gut. He's just not interesting to me, and the things he does are just... I don't know, they're all such impulsive decisions that it feels like he's just around to cause problems in whatever way will send the plot in the direction it needs to go. Two incredibly complex characters being combined to make *this* feels. Insulting??? And on top of that, there's everything with Anthony, and how Antimony and Kat barely feel like the main characters of their own story half the time anymore. I'm probably going to keep reading. I've put over half my life into this, and I do want to see the end, even if it's just going to be me habitually checking in on update days. But I have a feeling I'm not going to enjoy the rest of the journey, and that's deeply, deeply upsetting.

I agree with everything you’ve said, and I feel for you. Loup is such a disappointment in every way. Just as you said, he’s an extremely uninteresting, flat, uncompelling character, and the fact that two fascinating characters were killed to create him is painful to think about. I’ve been hoping and hoping that he’s temporary, but he’s now been around for almost five YEARS (!! I can’t believe it) and I’m starting to think the loss of Coyote and Ysengrin is going to be permanent. It sucks! I feel your pain. Thanks for sharing.

[deathchamber6172]

Running Up That Hill.

This story will be part of a series. The timeline is placed in Halo Infinite with the AU of Noble being revived. I hope you guys enjoy this parts.

Halo Reach/Infinite belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

Part One.

12. Running up that Hill.

Apparently, being dead still doesn’t give you a day off. It was still hard to wrap her brain around it; somehow ONI created a tech that brought the deceased to living and brought her back. Something about powerful wills or what not. She was pretty sure she fell asleep during the lecture. She just wanted a vacation.

For 6 months, she filled in the missing role of Master Chief- that didn’t sound right. They quickly put her to use, because she was the only hyper-lethal left. She had been hunting for 3 days and right now; she wished she was anywhere else but here. The forest had so many bushes and branches that whipped her in the face that she almost sliced them away with her plasma sword. Fret told her no.

They needed to be nice to nature, even if it was annoying. Avery slapped another branch away from her, only for it to come back and slap her right back. It did nothing against her spartan armor, but for the irritating flick it did to her visor. Fret reminded her again that nature was not to be destroyed. At least he was safe in her suit, away from all the bugs and mud.

“Excuse me, did I say to volunteer for this?” She assumed if he could, Fret would give her an eye roll. “Nope. I did not. Uh-huh, I don’t like solo work.”

“Not exactly solo if I have you.” Avery paused at a puddle and moved around it. “My little AI buddy.”

“Flattery won’t work on me.”

She bit back a smile. It was odd getting an AI. Considering everything that happened after her death; she assumed they would lock AIs down. In the beginning, she wanted to hate AIs and get frustrated at Chief’s decision on trying to save Cortana. Noble team died for that AI, only for her to betray everyone at the end. That was, until she got paired with Fret.

“I might just grapple across the abyss. It would be faster.”

Fret gulped at the memory. “Absolutely not! I would like to live. Thank you very much.”

“Which is why we’re taking the trail. This is sneakier.”

“Good- I’ve got lifeforms up ahead.” Avery jerked her head up, trying to peer past the branches, hand going to her hip. “They’re friendly…? Spartan- it’s a spartan signal. Why would Spartans be up here? This area is in a restricted zone.”

“Rogue or just breaking the rules.” She started forward again, eyes narrowing. “You got anything else?”

“I, wait! I’m getting something. A signal is being sent out, the ID is 320 from Spartan III Beta,” her heart stopped in her chest, “uh, Catherine. Noble Two… oh, oh no.” Fret erased it away from her visor. “I… it’s- it couldn’t be her.”

Avery hated how hope still curled around her heart, or how badly she wanted to see Kat again. It would not happen. ONI told her and Jun the same thing. They couldn’t bring back the other members of Noble. They didn’t have enough resources or time. She was trying to accept it, move past it. It was hard to move on if she kept on getting slapped with Noble related things.

It had to be some rookie doing a badly thought out prank. Yeah, that’s the reason there is Noble Two standing in a clearing, right by a… Avery stilled, curling up her fist. Noble Two stood right by a waterfall; they updated the armor like hers, so it had to be someone else, even if their right arm was a prosthetic. This was a prank.

She ignored Fret’s protest on remaining hidden and marched out of the forest. “Hey rookie, why the hell are you all the way over here?” The spartan jumped at her yell, visor meeting visor. “Well?” She drummed her fingers against her arm. “I’m waiting for a good excuse.”

“... excuse?” The spartan echoed.

It had to be a prank; it had to. They even got the voice right. Avery let out a scoff, a swirl of anger and wishing filling her chest. “Look, I get it, okay? The armor makes you feel strong, but doing all of this?” She gestured around her. “It’s not a funny joke. Noble Two was a real person, and this is just mocking her.”

“I am Noble Two… and was?” Noble Two took off her helmet and Avery didn’t know whether to yank her into a hug or throw up. “I’m clearly alive, so I don’t appreciate you acting like I am dead.” Kat tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Do I know you?”

“You… you don’t know me?”

“Should I?”

Her heart dropped. Though she made her choice, the vile rose her throat, and she ran back into the forest, tearing off her helmet. She didn’t know what was happening, or why Kat was here. She was dead. ONI said it wasn’t possible- or it would’ve been one of their multiple lies.

Avery pressed her hand to her mouth, willing for the vile to go back down. She had more things to worry about at the moment.

[edutainer2022]

11- Tell me a ship you love and a ship you hate

@mrmustachious Thanks for the ask. Ooooh, dangerous waters, as, I'm sure, I have quite unpopular or unconventional opinions on ships in Thunderfandom (TAG-verse). But here goes nothing. If it earns me unfollows - so be it.

A caveat, though: the Thunderbirds are foremost about brothers' and father-sons' relationships for me, so I'm a lot more open to ideas of 'ships' on the periphery of those primary relationships, than I would normally be in a different fandom.

Caveat #2: I know what headcanons and elements of fanon I subscribe to and don't. Those are my personal opinions exclusively. The fanon/fic-canon I don't agree with may or may not be a deal breaker for me to read (or keep reading) a story, mostly it depends if the characters in question are explored in depth.

Ships I like. I appears, Scott Tracy is the only character in the long range of my Tall, Dark and Emotionally Compromised favorites, whom I quite liberally multiship. I would usually stick to an OTP. Since my go-to OTP for Scott is peace of mind, laying down his burdens, knowing he's enough and knowing he's loved (by Dad, mostly) without having to martyr himself to earn it, I go a little more loose in the ship department.

Scott and Kayo make sense to me on many levels. I still remember the time there were 1,5 Scayo fics in the days of TAG run and I was parched, waiting for an update. I actually think they're the kind of ship that would end up together years down the line, even having pursued other relationships and/or marriages. He's the Sun, she's the Shadow.

That said, I can see merit in what the canon wheeled out or hinted at for Scott - Jane Carter the pilot, Marion (this one actually has ample dramatic and comedic potential, where I'm concerned - I'm glad they brought Marion back to showcase Scott). I think one of TAG's creators identified her as a potential LI for Scott in S3, so I'm rolling with that - 10 Things I Hate About You, and all. Pure fic territory, but journalist Kat, Lemaire's wife, Professor Qawrk and Havoc are fun to explore as well. For various reasons. Heck, so are Tyco Reeves and Cameron the Shakleton Guard. People meet Scott - people get inspired by Scott - people get a thing for Scott and kinda carry a torch. That leaves a vast untapped potential for Scott and the Mechanic. I don't personally ship them, but the ground to be covered from resentment to respect to a working relationship/friendship is quite fertile.

I am not sure I'm opposed to the idea of Scott and Penelope having been an on again-off again sort of thing when they were younger. Now it's just a really fond friendship.

I'm also mostly fine with the ideas the show kinda put on the table for John and Virgil - Ridley and Cass. Cass in particular, as I think she ticks many boxes Virgil would need to seek in a relationship (any relationship, not only romantic). I know the fandom generally dislikes Ridley and John/Ridley (or John/anyone) - I don't. The show went for it in no uncertain terms, all Tracy boys definitely have a thing for strong, capable, assertive (and slightly reckless) women. I always wondered if Virgil and Kip Harris could be explored - in a May-December "impossible" sort of way (maybe one-sided).

Going underwater in TB2 really, really made me give Virgil and Penny a long, hard look. I really enjoyed their rapport and banter. The sweet Lumberjack may be awkward eating cookies in a castle, but he's a man of fine arts and music. That's more of Penelope's scene. But I wouldn't want unrequited love or anguish over "brotherly code" for Virgil - he deserves being the first choice. Then again, maybe Penelope too deserves to not feel shackled by obligation to Gordon's undying and unwavering devotion. Either way - Legends of the Fall territory, very unlikely to end mess-free.

I'm rather amused by several ship options for Brains - Moffie, Tycho Reeves, the Mechanic.

The mother of his five sons is, of course, Jeff's one true love, but I am not exactly against the idea of him growing closer to Col. Casey (especially after his return, as the now adult boys pursue their own personal lives more). I've read a fic to that effect and... life is a complicated thing. Especially life after so many losses. If anyone is gonna understand and respect the love he has for his children and for his late wife, and be fiercely protective of his family, that gotta be Casey. I'd read more about their friendship (or something deeper).

Ships I don't like. Well, foremost, I gotta say there's A LOT (sometimes contradictory or mutually exclusive things) I would read in fic, if the characters are done justice or some facets of character/conflict are explored in a fascinating way. Some of these things I would file as "that totally happened, headcanon accepted" , some would go "oh, I can see that!", some go "huh? Never would have thought that, but hey...". Some things make sense only in the coordinates and for versions of characters established in a particular story.

Some things keep not making sense to me even after I gave them a lot of thought and have read a lot of excellent exploration of them in fic. Like Gordon and Penelope. I don't ship them. I exist. They ARE the canon pairing and part of the plot, of course. I don't ship them with anyone else, not really. They will live happily ever after. Well, realistically, I can't help but see them as a trainwreck waiting to happen, as the long-distance honeymoon (highschool) stage of romance is over, but it was not a very realistic story to begin with. There's that, as far as my willing engagement with this ship is concerned. I got fascinated by them in Tunnels of Time and am rather vexed how the show went about actually bringing them together, eventually. I understand it's an "opposites attract" trope, I understand they went for "Princess and the Scoundrel", or "couples' costumes are kinda cute" (since Penelope is all of a sudden in the aquatic rescue business now), but... I just don't see it doing justice to Gordon and his journey to maturity (and I'm kinda annoyed with the loyal page/lapdog vibe, sorry). In my experience it never ends well when ALL parties in a relationship think in earnest one is out of the other's league and agree which one. I've read remarkable explorations of Penny's emotional journey, or their mutual journey in fic to make it more captivating but... that's just too much heavy cognitive lifting for me for the two characters I relate least of all in the story overall. I don't actively seek to read fic with their pairing, and if it's a default in other stories, I appreciate it and read through/around it to the parts more focused on other family relationships and dynamics.

It used to be a rather popular fanon ship in early TAG fandom, but I don't really dig Virgil and Brains. It has nothing to do with headcanons on any characters' sexualities, but mostly to do with character dynamics the way I read it. Virgil's "fatal flaw" is lack of confidence and pursuit of approval, and so is Brain's. So to me, there're not enough complimentary or contrasting aspects these characters can bring to the table in a relationship to build each other up (unless Virgil is depicted confident, assertive and suave, which is... an OOC Virgil). Their working dynamics could be quite fascinating. I know some of my followers ship them... Well, these are my personal opinions. I mostly do with Virgil/Brains in fic what I do with Pen and Ink - appreciate them as an established fact of this story version and quietly read around them to other relationships and dynamics (if I like the overall story and want to engage with it, regardless of the ship).

Another popular fanon ship that I don't quite get is Virgil and Kayo. Well, I can SEE it - they're remarkably hot individuals. I can see Virgil falling in love (bless him). I've seen it explored along interesting avenues in fic, but I have to make a conscious effort to suspend disbelief. There's just not enough in their interactions and characterization in the show for me to get the vibe. I dunno... Maybe I can see Kayo going along with Virgil's crush (the boi is precious and breathtakingly handsome), but then withdraw because he's "too good and pure for her"? I dunno... Lots of heartbreak for Virgil. Don't wanna a heartbroken Virgil.

Which brings us to my, probably, only no-fly ship zone - OC ships. If there's a Tracy Brother/OC ship on the tin... I may test the waters, but am very unlikely to engage or read further. Sadly, I am yet to see OC ships with the boys that are not tumbling their way headfirst into Mary Sue/Gary Stu Bella Swan wish fulfillment territory. Except for, maybe, a couple of dramatic, painful "past relationship" stories for the boys. I read A LOT of fic (for fun and for research). I give many stories many chances, but I am yet to be proven wrong in my initial assumption. Do I have secret bosom OC ships in the bottom drawer of my Thunderheadcanons? Of course. Would I wanna read it, fully aware of the demerits and limitations of OC ship as a genre? No, thank you. To each their own, of course.

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Hello, lovelies! Tell Me Something Tuesday is a meme created by Rainy Day Ramblings and currently hosted by Because Reading Is Better Than Real Life, That's What I'm Talking About, For What It's Worth, Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell and Offbeat YA. It provides weekly discussion prompts on various book and blogging topics with optional participation. You can sign up for prompts here.

This week’s prompt is: Share your favorite horror books or movies.

I talk about my favorite horror books regularly, so rather than let this post get out of hand, I thought I might limit myself only to the ones I've read in the past year or so. For a more comprehensive list of my horror favorites, check out this post. I update it at least once or twice a year with my oldest and newest favorites!

Rules for Vanishing & Our Last Echoes by Kate Alice Marshall These two books put Marshall on my list of authors that I'm willing to read pretty much no matter the content. She has a gift for uncanny horror and creating an atmosphere of general wrongness, and her plots are so original and full of twists that I almost never know what's coming next. I'm hoping for many more novels set in this universe!

What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher I've enjoyed all of Kingfisher's horror novels so far, but this might be my favorite one to date. It has a charming, often funny nonbinary narrator, and Kingfisher has a gift for unsettling descriptions. It's definitely one of my favorite horror adaptations ever, and my only complaint is that as a novella, I wanted more! You can also check out my readalike post comparing it to Mexican Gothic.

Even If We Break by Marieke Nijkamp This ventures a little more into thriller territory, but I feel like there are enough gruesome murders in it to make it count. It's a clever, creepy cat and mouse slasher story with an interesting backdrop of live action role playing, and a cast of diverse, sympathetic characters. Good representation across the board, and at least one "Oh, SHIT, that was creepy" moment.

Harrow Lake by Kat Ellis This is my first Ellis novel, and I'm eager to read more of them. While I would have preferred more definitive answers at the end, it’s a suspenseful, atmospheric, and at times downright creepy horror novel with a supernatural stalker that calls up classic monsters like the Babadook. (Ha, okay, more self-promotion, since I did a readalike for that too!)

Hellblazer, Vol. 1: Original Sins by Jamie Delano Wtf wtf wtf. I've been in love with the character of John Constantine for years thanks to the film and Arrowverse (which I understand are all their own interpretations), but this was my first venture into the comics and ho-ly shit, does it not pull any punches. It starts off grim af and doesn't hesitate to continue venturing into the darkest corners. Definitely *not* for younger audiences, but not to be missed for paranormal horror fans.