#wiw asks

[whateveriwant]

Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

[ariose-ghoul]

TRICK OR TREAT!!

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treat! for everyone and several months late! kitty cat pic i took earlier. shes babey.

[sapphicflower-ao3]

banger after banger on the ‘the art of falling’ playlist. ur making me discover so many new favorites so easily when i generally don’t even listen to new music….

anon you don’t even realise that this is my fav compliment in the whole wide world come here and let me kiss YOU!!!! i’m so glad you like it!!!

[dixongrimesgirl]

Little Layla

Dad!Eddie Munson x reader

Layla was playing with her stuffed animals on the floor of her room. Today Eddie was going back to work so he needed to take Layla to daycare. "Come on Layla. Time to go!" he called from the front door. "Whewe we woiwing?" she asks. "You're going to daycare. You'll meet lots of new people and have lots of fun" he tells her. "Wiw wou be whewe?" she asks with puppy dog eyes. "No, daddy won't be there. I have to go to work. But I'll pick you up afterwards" he replies. It breaks his heart to see the few tears trickle down her cheek. "Come on baby let's go" he says and helps her down the steps. He buckles her into her car seat and drives. They arrive at the daycare and he helps her out of the car. When they get to the door she stops and doesn't follow him in. "I swawed" she says tears pricking her eyes. "I know but you're gonna be okay. Just give it a try. For me" he replies and she nods. They enter and they say goodbye. Eddie leaves and Layla finds a spot on the mat and just sits down.

Eddie had just finished work and was picking up some food for dinner when he saw the most beautiful woman drop her keys. "Excuse me. You dropped your keys." he said and you turned around. "Thank you so much. I've had such a hectic day." you reply. He smiles and you smile back. "Yeah I know what that's like today was my first day back to work since my daughter was born 2 years ago. "Well I'm sure your wife is happy you're going back to work" you joke. "Actually her mom and I aren't together she left right after Layla was born." he replies. "I'm sorry to hear that." you say. "Well have a nice day." you say turning to leave. "Wait! Would you like to have dinner sometime?" he asks. You turn around. "I'd like that. I'm Y/N" you reply. "Eddie" he says. "Here's my number you say writing it down. "Call me" you say and walk around the corner.

Layla's eyes light up when she sees Eddie. "Dwaddy!" she yells excitedly. "Hey princess, I missed you" he says picking her up. She babbles to him all about her day. "After they get in the car Eddie tells her that they are having dinner tonight with a woman he met at the store. "Do wou knwow her?" Layla asks. "Not really but she's really kind and I think you'll like her." he replies. "Let's just hope she likes me" he mumbles under his breath.

They arrive at the restaurant and see you sitting at a table. "Hey. Hope you don't mind I brought my little princess." he says helping Layla into the booth. "I don't mind at all." you reply. "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you Layla" you say. She turns to her dad and he smiles at her. "Sorry she's a little shy but once you get to know her she doesn't shut up" Eddie tells you. "That's okay. I hope to be seeing more of you two." you say. Eddie smiles.

After dinner you walk Eddie and Layla to his car and he gives you a kiss on the cheek goodnight. "Hope to see you again soon, Eddie. And you too Layla." you say bending down when you speak to her. "I had a really good time tonight. Talk soon. Bye Y/N" he says. "Say bye" he encourages Layla. She lifts up her tiny hand and waves. You wave back and hop into your car.

[whatiwillsay]

🚨SURPRISE IT'S LISTENER APPRECIATION WEEK🚨

Good morning WIWS Nation, I'm excited to announce today is the launch of our second annual listener appreciation week!

"What is listener appreciation week?" you might ask. As a sign of my undying appreciation to the listeners of this podcast and members of the WIWS community, I like to do a surprise week once a year or so to flood you guys with TONS of extra content and other fun promotions during the week! I am so immensely grateful that you guys have enabled me to foster such a wonderful space for nosy gays that sometimes I just have to show you guys with a big bang! Here are some details you need to know!

First things first! I am opening up the Secret Sessions Discord to Ashley Avignone Patrons and up for the week! We have had to close it due to some trolling for the past six months and it's getting so big keeping it safely modded has become a bit of a concern. But we're going to open it to Ashley+ Patrons for the next week and let you guys get grandfathered into it before we close it for a while to keep the size of it under control. It *will* probably be opened up again sometime in the future but it may be only open to higher tiers to again keep the population under control and able to be safely modded. If you want to join it during this special open period simply link your Patreon account to Discord by following these directions.

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Sunday, August 27th (LIVE NOW!) - Cara joins me on the Patreon for a State of the Gaylor Union. We catch up on all the latest Taylor news including some more convo about Karlie at the Eras Tour, the latest Toe gossip we've heard, and go through all the ships with a brief update on how we feel about them.

Monday, August 28th (LIVE NOW!) - Gabriella joins me on the main pod to go through my original Swiftgron master post! That's right! All this week and into the next couple weeks we'll be covering the best timeline of them all!

AND (LIVE NOW!) Gabriella also joins me on Patreon to do a juicy oversharing Q&A about our relationship!

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Friday, September 1st - Gabbie joins me again on the main pod for more Swiftgron Timeline goodness!

Saturday, September 2nd - Shannon from Fluently Forward joins me on Patreon to catch up on Taylor, Gaylor, and pop culture hot takes!

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I hope y'all are as excited as I am for THREE main pod episodes and FIVE Patreon episodes this week!!! And I genuinely, truly hope you guys feel the love from me! We have our ups and downs and nobody is perfect, certainly not me. But that doesn't stop me from being SO HUGELY AND IRREVOCABLY GRATEFUL, THANKFUL, AND APPRECIATIVE to all of you for being a part of this weird but amazing little Evidence Based Gossip community!

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[babygirlceosblog]

agree agree!! i like answering asks but i dont get any

i wiw put sum in when i big tomowwow. me gettin to smaww to fink

[marchtooctober]

Handler instructed me to fish out information from Director Gorey who bumped into the Desmonds a few days ago. The hospital director is such a simpleton and since I helped him out one time from being "arrested", he surely won't decline my invitation to have a drink with me. And so I bought some fancy liquor to loosen his mouth. I even bought three bottles of it. I'm sure I put them somewhere in a safe place so how come there's an empty flask of it sitting on the counter? I feel stupid for being forgetful these past few days. I tried to recall when was the last time I checked up on it.

Didn't I put this in the uppermost shelf? I remember seeing all three bottles when I cooked dinner last night. And it's not likely that Yor would open the second compartment since she still doesn't know how to cook pasta. Then how did…?

I froze.

Wait… Could it be…?!

*banging sounds on the wall

The sound came not far off.

"Why ish evwything shpinning? Oww…" 

At the sound of her slurred speech, I put the empty flask on the table and quickly rushed to Yor. I found her staggering while trying to get to the door. She's in worse shape than she was during breakfast.

I'm relieved that I still have something to give to the director but what I have now is a repeated predicament, that is, a drunk Yor. And the fact that she is sick doesn't help at all.

"Yor? Yor? Are you okay?"

"Loid? Hm? Why there'sh two of you?! How you dooo that?!"

"Please listen, Yor." I said as I grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Yesh?"

"Did you drink the alcohol? The one beside the milk?"

"Nonono, no! I dibn't dwink alcohool. I jush dwank the hewbal tonic that Shawon gave me. She shed itsh bitter but good bor febewr."

"No, Yor. You took the wrong bottle. It was alcohol!"

"Hm? You mush be jowking, Roid…"

I knew it! How stupid of me to forget that I put it in the fridge before cooking breakfast? Sloppy, Twilight! Sloppy!

*quick footsteps

"Mama! Mama! What happened to Mama?" Anya ran to us and asked.

"I think… she drank some alcohol instead of herbal tonic."

"Mama also drinks alcohol when she's sick?"

"No. Like I said, she accidentally drank alcohol. She took the wrong bottle. Anyway, can you please open Yor's door?"

"Oui."

I was about to drape her arm over my shoulder but she suddenly pulled out her hand.

"N-no, no, Roid! I can walk! Y-you down't neeb to ashisht me!" She said while violently shaking her head.

Then she tried her best to skim the wall with her palm while trying to walk. At first she was fine but when she kept on staggering, I held out my hand to her.

"Let me help you."

"I can't twouble you!!"

"You can hold my hand."

"Mama can also hold mine!" Anya came back to us and grabbed Yor's hand.

Yor also took mine and we walked slowly towards her room. I thought the difficult ordeal was done but once we're inside, we had a hard time making her stay.

"I musht go to work or I wiw be late…"

"No, you can't go. You're sick! Please rest for today."

"I'm shick? No, no, no! I neeb to work or elsh we'll hab no food tomowow… Shoes… I neeb my shoes! Shoes! Where you?! Shoes!"

She started flailing her arms around, almost throwing out her beddings and random items.

"Anya! Stay back!" I blurted out as I tried to hold Yor's arms down.

Bond was also quick to respond, putting himself in front of Anya.

Is it because of the alcohol or because she's ill? I've never really seen Yor get sick so this is probably the first time. If she's the type to become stubborn when sick, then this is not good. She'll be hard to reason with. And the alcohol made it worse. Although her sickness weakened her body, she can still land a hit and send things flying. I can't simply let Anya near.

"Mama is sick and drunk…"

"Yor! You need to rest and get well. You want to go to work right?" I asked when I finally got a hold of her.

Thankfully she relaxed.

"Hgn… Yesh. I want to wowk an' buy Anya a shack ob peanutsh!"

"Wow! Peanuts! Mama you have to get well soon!" I heard Anya say as she took a few steps forward to us.

When I saw Yor remain calm, I let Anya a little closer.

"Mama, you have to rest so we can eat peanuts together."

"Yesh, Anya. I'll resht."

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I made sure that Yor took her medicine before going out and I ordered Bond to be on guard. I just wore a coat over me and took Anya downstairs to accompany her while waiting for the school bus. After some time, I felt her staring at me.

"What is it?"

"Is Mama hoing to be okay?"

"Of course. She just needs to rest and she'lll recover. You don't need to worry. Just focus during class and behave well if you want Yor to buy you a sack of peanuts."

"Okey-dokey."

Tests are around the corner again. I need to be strict with her lessons even more. But I don't want her to end up locking herself again if she hits a wall. What's important is that I give a high-value reward if she ever passes. Hm… Maybe the latest Spywars mock goggles will do. Well, it's much rarer than-

"Papa!" She suddenly started.

"Yes?"

"Becky says the tests will be super hard. Papa, I need extreme, super-duper hard study mode. I have to pass the test for Bo-"

What "Bo?"

She suddenly stopped speaking so I turned to her in confusion.

"You seem overly motivated all of a sudden." I said, which made her jolt and become fidgety.

"Ah… Because I… I want to ace the test like Bondman. Hm-hm, for Bondman." She said with a nod.

"Okay, I see. That's good. Let's start studying later."

The school bus finally pulled over and so it was time for her to leave. I reminded her to be good as I always do, hoping even more for her to make progress with befriending Damian.

"Bye-bye Papa."

"Take care."

Once the bus rolled away, I turned heel and headed back. As I climbed the stairs, I contemplated what to do. I have to hurry up and go to work.

There will be a board meeting later and although I'm pessimistic about getting valuable information at all, it wouldn't hurt to eavesdrop. Perhaps I should also try volunteering to record the minutes for direct interaction. Then in the afternoon, I'll stop by the HQ and report to Handler.

I reached our doorstep and I remembered what's waiting for me again.

What do I do with Yor? She's sick and drunk. Do I leave her alone or-

"Gah!"

"Wewcome home Loid… How wash wowk? Anya ish shtill at shcool you shee…"

My soul almost left me upon seeing Yor. She's wearing a bizarre combination of work and home clothes.

"Yor! Weren't you in your bed?" I asked in surprise.

"Hm? What you shaying? Oh… no time to weysht, I hab to go to shupermawket. Hab to buy detewgent…" Her slurred speech trailed off as she attempted to walk past me.

I immediately stopped her and dragged her back in. I quickly locked the door. It will do no good if our neighbors see Yor like this.

"Gosh! The wife was carzy!"

"I never knew she was a brazen alcoholic!"

"So improper!"

I shuddered at what they might possibly say.

Calm down, Twilight!

I was thinking whether to leave her here or not. Now the answer is simply obvious. I can't.

She's like a walking bomb right now and she's likely to wreak havoc if left alone. Even if I do lock her up, she'll tear it down easily and find her way out.

My fingers unconsciously pressed to my temples. With a sigh, I faced Yor only to find out that she's already out of sight.

"Yor? Where are you?"

"Borf!"

Bond turned to the kitchen and I did the same.

I found Yor lying on the kitchen floor. I let out another sigh before I raised her up. Before I could carry her, I felt her move a little.

"Hmmph… Loid?"

"Are you awake? You'll sleep better in your bed. You shouldn't sleep on the floor. Can you stand?"

She giggled.

She giggled.

It was a surprise for me. This is probably the most drunk that she has ever been. I know she's bright and cheerful but not bubbly like this. Like she's bringing out a childish side of her. What surprised me even more, is how she locked her arms around my neck without me noticing.

This woman is simply full of surprises. And I'm sure it wouldn't be so bad if she was my rea-

"Borf!"

Seriously. What was I thinking just now?

Finally snapping back, I only realized now that we're both stuck in this position for too long. I'm not even sure if she's trying to hug me or strangle me. Either way, it's getting uncomfortable.

"Can't wok. I'm sowwy for the twoble but… can you… pwease cawy me?"

Her breath is hot on my skin. Her complexion doesn't look good. Alarmed with the rise of her fever, I carried Yor to her room.

"Okay, Yor. Can you please stay here for a while?"

"Hm?"

"I need to get you ice pack and cool water. While I'm doing that, can you change your clothes? You're sweating a lot. Uhm… Please change into your nightgown."

I left her to gather what I needed. Before I could head back to Yor's bedroom, she's already out with pillow and blanket in arms. Thankfully, she wore her nightgown as told.

"Why didn't you stay in your room? Let's go back and place this on you."

"I don't wanna be all by mysewf."

Huh?! What's with her all of a sudden?

"But it's better for you to be in your room. You won't be able to re-"

Without listening to me, she flopped down the sofa and lied. I brought over the bowl to the table and placed the cold towel on her forehead.

"You think I will get well?" I suddenly heard her ask in a serious voice, almost void of all drunkenness.

"Of course."

I guess I better give word that I can't go to work today.

When I saw that Yor is finally sound asleep, I dialed the hospital and asked for Nightfall.

"Yes, Dr. Forger?"

"Hello, Fiona? I won't be coming to work today."

It took a lot of convincing for Nightfall to stay at her post and not to bother to come here. When I told her that I had to take care of my drunk wife, her voice became icier. Nightfall couldn't possibly think that I'm slacking off, could she ? I made it clear to her that what I do is for the sake of my mission.

"Observe the board meeting for me. Also, please let her know too. I can't stop by for today."

"Yes, sir."

I ended the call and heaved a sigh. I turned to Yor and recooled her towel. As I placed it down her forehead, I can't help but stare at her face. She looks tired. She probably overworked herself.

But the dark circles under her eyes didn't make her any less beautiful.

"Borf."

I snapped back upon hearing Bond beside me.

"Ugh, I'm staring too much."

To occupy myself, I did some cleaning. Then I took out documents I need to review for future missions. I also planned out the lessons for Anya to study. I lost track of time and before I knew it, it's almost noon.

"Hnn…"

Yor just woke up and sat straight slowly. Then I heard a soft grumble.

"Oopsh… Shorry for dat."

"Don't worry, it's fine. I'll cook lunch. Is there anything you want?"

"Enetheng ish fine. Enetheng you cook ish delicioush."

I know she's still drunk but her words still take me by surprise.

"O-Okay. How about rice porridge?"

Might as well cook something good for her.

"Yesh, pleash." She replied with a smile.

And so I started preparing all the ingredients. Yor seated herself and watched me, her arms leaning on the table's edge. Numerous times she asked if she could at least do some chopping but I rejected and insisted for her to remain seated. Then I put the washed rice to boil. While waiting, I chopped off green onions.

"So hot…" She murmured.

For the second time, again, she sounds sober.

"What? Do you feel hot? You want some air or cool water?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"You. You're hot. So handsome even when cooking."

*sharp sound of slicing

I was taken aback and almost cut myself. I know that I'm beet red right now, red upto the ears. Barely composing myself, I turned away for a moment.

Yor… Why do you keep attacking me like this?!

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After cooking, comes eating. Unsurprisingly, her slurred speech came back. But I was relieved to see that Yor has appetite enough to finish a bowl and ask for seconds. Since I'm also done eating, I took a seat beside her, in case she needed assistance. While she's busy eating, I noticed her hair slipping off her ear.

My hand moved in a flash and tucked Yor's hair back again. The both of us froze and stared at each other for a moment.

Loid- No, Twilight?! What was that?

Then she smiled.

"Thenksh Loid. Youwr shuch a gud hushband." I heard her say.

It warmed me up inside but at the same time I feel so pained.

I'm not her husband. In a real sense.

I can't help but leave my seat and get myself away. To distract myself, I looked for spare hair tie in the drawers before going back to her side.

"Here. You can tie your hair with this."

"Hmm? 'Kay."

I wanted to let her be but when I saw her struggle and did a mess out of her hair, I decided to just do it myself. She did not protest. I started by removing rice grains that got stuck and detangled her hair a little. She paused eating and flinched slightly whenever the tips of my fingers grazed over her forehead and ears. A part of me is itching to comb her hair smooth but then I find the idea as something overboard. In the end I just tied it loosely as to not trap heat in her head. I sat again beside her as she resumed eating.

"Do you like the it?" I asked, resting my head on my knuckles.

"I like it sho much! Thenksh, Loid!" She said and beamed a smile.

I find myself smiling too.

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*water splashing

Good thing, I don't have extra missions on my plate right now. I'll be able to focus on Yo-

"Why you doing dishesh?"

"Ah!"

I'm surprised by her sudden appearance again. She was literally in front of me a while ago. How come she's here now?!

"Yor! Why do you keep on surprising me?!"

"Showwy. I jush thought you were gone."

"No. I'm not leaving. Why are you here?"

"I jush came out ob the batwoom."

It doesn't seem like she has any plan to go back and so I let her watch me for some time. Eventually, she went back and lied down. When I finished, I checked on her. I prepared a fresh bowl of ice. As soon as I put the cooled towel on her forehead, Yor grabbed my hand.

"Yor?! M-My hand…"

"Don't go."

I tried to pull my hand out but couldn't.

The food definitely brought back a lot of strength to her.

There's no way to free myself as of the moment. I have no choice but to sit on the floor. Then I suddenly find myself humming the lullaby that I used to hear from my mother, which I just seem to have heard not so long ago. And I can't help but wonder what my present would have been if I was normal.

I know I tossed away my life long ago. But what if the bombing did not reach us and I was not separated from my family? Would I have been someone who is a bit clumsy but lucky enough to land a job and settle down? Would I have been able to make my parents proud?

I felt Yor's hand flinch a little. I looked at our clasped hands. I knew I've touched her hands several times before but I only noticed now how rough and callous her hand is, with visible old scars. And it was obvious why.

She worked herself to the bones not only for herself but also for her younger brother. And now, she's busy taking care of us. I sometimes wonder if we're just burdening her. It's cruel of me to take her in when she ought to have a family that will always be there for her. Because the Forger family can't stay forever. All of us will eventually leave this place.

And although she wants to stay with us now, what if she changes her mind?

Suddenly, I felt Yor's grip loosen. My hand slipped away.

Surprisingly, instead of relief, I feel down. Down and conflicted.

What's wrong? What is this feeling?

Am I growing attached?!

There's no way it could be that. It's unacceptable for someone like me.

If so, then it's because she's vital to Operation Strix. Yor is irreplaceable. There's nothing more to it.

But am I really sure of it? Or am I only using my mission as an excuse?

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[cage-cat-yt]

Big art dump (also happy autism awareness month!)

Ok so first thing was just some art I did for autism awareness month because this sort of thing means a lot to me. These are all just headcanons (except Kayz and Cain but that's cause they're my ocs and canonically) so if yoy wanna hear more about them don't be afraid to send an ask!

Next page I'm actually super proud of, and Khalil is just so fun to color omg omg! Also the Geist and Khalil one was fun to draw. The ship art too once I got the sketch done.

Third thing was just some sketches I wanted to do, I accidentally made Jack's skin tone a little dark (I use Rose beige but used brick brown by accident- oops) but I think it still turned out good. Also the Orange addison is slaying that pose

Next 3 things was an art project for school. We had to make (or remake) album covers or music posters, so I decided to create a theoretical Tesla album! It turned out pretty good, could've done better on the shading tho.

Then there's some sketches for an au where Drunk Guy gets Hanahaki disease! I'm still messing with it but can talk about it if you wanna hear ^^

Then I drew Spamton because I love him and I needed comfort that day really badly.

Then final thing I redrew a scene from entry 61 because I was feeling bad lol.

Also I'm doing better now for people worried.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

Characters

Jack Walten (The Walten Files) <3

Sophie Walten (The Walten Files)

Zero_One (The Living Tombstone)

Hit the snooze girl (the living tombstone)

Jay Merrick (Marble Hornets)

Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Claire (Jack Stauber's Opal)

Yellow Guy (Don't hug me I'm scared)

Katz Macpherson (Josef and Sauer)

Cain Sephtis (Josef and Sauer)

Tim Wright (Marble Hornets) <3

Khalil (The living tombstone oc)

Geist (The Living Tombstone)

Drunk guy (The living tombstone) <3

Wiw guy (The Living Tombstone)

Orange Addison (deltarune)

Unnamed tlt ocs (same species as DG, which in my hc is mostly human but having some tombsona in them, not enough to make much of a difference tho)

Tesla (The living tombstone)

The entirety of the tlt cast on the back part

Spamton (Deltarune) <3

[zygarde-the-guardian]

M!A! Makes you human for ten asks!

A-ACK ☆⌒ヽ(*"､^*)CHU

well now this is what happens when you ovewwap the uwu voice with t-the fact that i actuawwy seem to be wiwwing t-to e-emote when h-human ☆*:・ﾟ that's so weiwd a-actuawwy is it just a wegendawy thing to h-howd back owo? skin is weiwd. i h-have bones now. w-what t-the fwickk

[whateveriwant]

I just read your pregnant wife with 141 but that got me thinking. What about horny pregnant wife with 141

Feel free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing it 

-🍱 (if it’s not taken)

I haven't written smut in ages so forgive me if I'm a little rusty. 18+ only pls and thx (vaginal sex, cunnilingus)

Soap

Hooo boy! Alrighty, here we go

So for starters, that man is PENT UP. Like seriously, he's so backed up, he thinks he can feel it all the way to his esophagus

Since you first got pregnant, it's been nothing but morning sickness, aches and pains, and a total and utter lack of desire on your part

Trust him, he's tried taking care of himself in the meantime, but it's never really gotten the job done since it wasn't with you

But once you enter your second trimester and the desire has come back, it takes everything in him not to ravage you the moment you give him the green light

Why? Well, truth be told, he's scared about potentially hurting you or the baby

You know how he can get in the sack. What if he dents the wee bairn’s poor head? He's knocking (more like pounding) right on the little one’s door after all

You have to assure him that he's not going to hurt you or the baby (and please, never refer to your cervix as a door again)

So he'll start slow and gentle at first, not wanting to be too harsh, but it won't take much to get him back to fucking you hard and rough like you're used to

He's got your knees up by your chest (or, as close as they can get) while he’s drilling into you from above, snarling like an animal

When he finally finishes, it's loudddd, slamming the headboard against the wall, and he pushes his hips as far forward as they'll go while he empties four months worth of cum inside you

Ghost

I'm so sorry to have to be the one to inform you, but you're not getting that man's cock while you're pregnant

It's not because he's overly rough when you make love normally; it's just that he's not willing to take any chances when you're in such a delicate state

However, the man is inherently a giver, so with just enough whining and begging and pleading from you, he'll oblige you to some degree

He'll stick mostly to his fingers or his mouth, maybe a toy or two if you're really needy, but he's generally going to rely solely on his own skill to get you where you want to be

He'll have you recline against a mountain of pillows while he settles himself between your legs, his arms looping around your hips to hold you still for him while he works

But he doesn't just dive right in, oh no siree. The man loves to tease you – kissing your thighs, the inside of your knee, the bottom of your belly first

He'll turn you into a pathetic little thing squirming desperately for his touch, before finally granting you mercy by giving you his tongue

He'll make you cum so hard with just his mouth alone that you'll temporarily lose all thought of that gorgeous dick of his

But afterwards, if you want to return the favor, you certainly won't hear him complaining about it

Oh but trust that the moment the doctor gives the okay after you’ve given birth, he's gonna be all over you, making sure you walk funny the next morning (and the following week after that)

Gaz

Like the other two, Gaz is concerned with potentially putting you and the baby in a dangerous position

But the man is a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, so it doesn't take much convincing to get him to take you to bed

But he still wants to be safe about it, so he researches the best positions for couples to have sex while pregnant

That's how you find yourself in his lap, naked back to his chest, as he sits in one of the chairs he dragged in from the dining room

You're bouncing on his dick, hands braced on his thighs, ass smacking off the hard plane of his lower stomach as you lift up and down

His hands on your hips are more of a placeholder than a guide as he lets you set the pace, just sitting back while you take what you need from him

It doesn't even matter if he cums or not, that's honestly the farthest thing from his mind. All he cares about is making sure you're satisfied in the end

Need him to snake his hand forward, tracing the curve of your belly down, until he's circling your clit in fast, tight motions? Gladly, love.

Your thighs may burn and your eyes may water, but there's something about this position that makes him hit so deep that it leaves you gasping for more

Ultimately, your orgasm will trigger his own (nothing gets him there faster than the sound of you cumming), and afterwards he'll help you into the bath where he'll clean and massage your aching muscles better

Price

Unlike the other three men, Price is eager to fuck you the moment you show even the smallest inkling of want

What's that? His poor baby needs him to fuck her right now? Say no more, sweetheart. Hubby's come to the rescue

That man is dicking you down anytime, anywhere he can

Just got done shopping? He'll find a deserted road to pull over on. Just stepped into the shower? Might as well kills two birds with one stone

Really, it becomes a challenge to find where in your house he hasn't had you in these last few months. The kitchen, the garage, the back porch. You name it, he's done it (multiple times, in fact)

But his favorite – oh boy, his favorite without a shadow of a doubt – is when he takes you in front of your bedroom’s full length mirror

He'll hold you up from behind, standing you both on your feet, and just watch as he fucks you nice and slow

Seeing it in profile is fun when he wants to watch his dick slide in and out of you, but he's especially fond of having you directly face the mirror

There's just something about getting to watch you – that pretty face, those juicy tits, that fucking delectable rounded belly – that makes him blow his load faster than a damn rocket launch

With the number of times he's had you like this, you swear, that man of yours is trying to knock you up a second time (But shhhh. Quiet now. Don't go giving him any bright ideas, sweetheart.)

[hphmmatthewluther]

Back By Midnight: Operation BULLSEYE - Part 2/4:

The first chapter can be found here!

Taglist of peeps who might be interested (lemme know if you want to be added or removed!): @akaisenhatake​ @camillejeaneshphm​ @catohphm​ @fangirl-screaming​ @rosachaotic​ @ag907​ @nikyiscreepy​ @oseathepebble​

(contains violence, death, and use of guns)

Also, this story features a brief cameo from a character of @camillejeaneshphm 's, and the name for the WIW in this version of events comes from @magicapandora !

Two hours until midnight. That was the time limit that was bouncing through Matthew’s (now Agent Moon’s) mind as he approached the building. He willed himself not to look at the road as a white minivan drove by, taking a corner further down the road, adjusting the silver bracelet on his right wrist. This was the only thing on him that hadn’t been from Bill. He’d even asked about it, and Matthew explained that it was something he just wore for good luck and protection, not that it ever seemed to work..

“Not bad, New Moon. Most people on their first mission tend to look at the surveillance devices a little too much.” Agent Gaia said over the earpiece, a little muffled by the sound of traffic.

“Focus on the road, Gaia, I’m the one running interference!” Agent Terra exclaimed, Matt expecting to hear frantic keyboard typing, but only getting a few clicks here and there.

“Alright, you’re past the ID machine. Like Gaia said, it’s on the 28th floor, so you’ll need to make your way up unnoticed…which is exactly why you’re going in via the car park.”

Matthew darted around the side of the building, risking a look up at it. It was 30 stories tall, all of which was owned by Reflection International, as evidenced by the giant logo he was standing under.

From his own investigations, while they had never done anything illegal, there is certainly a lot of criticism for their practices, be it extreme markups of life-saving medicines, ruthless buying of patents, as well as lobbying governments. Still, as he approached the entryway of the car park, he found himself wondering just what a company like this could be hiding that required the murder of multiple Intelligence Personnel.

Before he went any further, he heard a door open within the car park. Ducking low, he shuffled forward until he had a good view. Out of the door came two figures: a woman with ginger hair and a suit, and behind her was a man who looked familiar. He was tall, with dark black hair, and was wearing a striking white suit.

“That’s…” Matt said under his breath, “...the guy who Bill talked to today. The executive.”

“Well spotted.” Terra confirmed. “That’s Ryuji Ketseuki, Vice Executive for Reflection International. Rose up through the ranks to become one of the youngest business executives of all time. Apparently they call him the “Wizard in White”. Blech.”

Matthew watched as the woman opened the door of an expensive-looking car and sat in the driver’s seat, Ketseuki getting in the back of the car, the engine soon roaring to life.

“Now’s your chance, Agent Moon. Wait for the right moment…” Terra said, as the car park shutters slowly opened. Ketseuki’s car rolled out and turned towards the main road, as the shutters started to close again. Taking a deep breath, he went for it, scampering a little to get his whole body past the shutters before they…well, shut.

“I’m in.” Matt said, allowing himself to smile.

“So am I.” Terra chuckled, as Matthew heard a few more clicks. “Since your earpiece is now inside the building, there’s way fewer checks on it than a computer outside it. Should help me delete any footage of you snooping around. Alright, get going.”

Taking a moment to breathe, Matthew set off up and out of the car park, towards the fire exit stairs. He’d have to make it across the reception of the building before he could get to the higher floors. Considering he was carrying several tools of espionage as well as a gun, he was slightly afraid of being seen as suspicious. Still, he figured, it was about the same anxiety he had when walking outside normally. He breathed in. He took a first step. He breathed out. A man in a business suit walked across a reception, past another giant Reflection International logo. It was 10:10pm.

“Wow, you’re a natural! You don’t look suspicious at all! No wonder M- er, Bill chose you!”

Finally, Matthew was able to slip past the crowd until he was near the lift and the stairs (he frowned at how the sign called it an elevator)

“Now, there’ll be cameras in the lift, not to mention other people, so your safest bet is probably the stairs, but keep the lifts in mind if you need to get somewhere else fast.” Terra pointed out. “It happens sometimes that the best way to get out of a sticky situation is to just - CAREFUL GAIA WATCH THE ROAD-”

Matthew stifled a laugh as he started to climb up the stairs. Through the windows of the doors, it looked like most people had gone home for the day, with half of the corridors being pitch black. Still, Matthew kept on guard, and it would just be his luck that when he got to the 28th floor he would find that a single light was on.

“Pants.” Matthew said, bluntly.

“I’m checking the cams now, hang tight.” Terra assured him, seemingly recovered from whatever Gaia had been up to. “Man, it’s like they want the data to be deleted easily, this is child’s play…ok! Yeah, looks like someone’s in there with the ID machine, but they aren’t working on it, which is good news.”

“I’m guessing the bad news is I’ll need to go in with him and pray he doesn’t smell a rat.”

“He kind of looks like a rat.” said Gaia, off-handedly, “hold on, Terra, gotta overtake here.”

“Gaia! That’s really rude!...Look, reporting you is probably the last thing this guy wants to do. Just act natural, be nice, and there’s no reason to worry!”

“I suppose…” Matt said to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. He checked his watch, and found that it was almost 10:30pm. He just hoped he had enough time to get this done. He couldn’t waste any more time. He had do right by Bill. Steeling himself, he opened the door labelled “Floor 28 - Research Division” and walked forward, not flinching when the corridor lights came on.

“Seems like the guy noticed the lights came on.” Terra informed Matt. He showed no reaction and kept walking until he came to the door.

“Should I knock?” he whispered.

“It would be polite.” Terra admitted. Shrugging to find a counter-argument, Matthew knocked thrice.

“C-Come in!” Matthew slowly pushed open the door, and glanced at the other person in the room. He tried to keep his face still. He kind of did look like a rat, just a little. He looked around the same age as Matt was, with short blonde hair and largeish blue eyes. He also, somehow, looked more nervous than Matthew normally did.

“C-Can I help you?” he asked nervously. Matt took a glance at the name on the desk. Ben Copper.

“Oh, no worries.” Matt reassured him, “I’m from the IT team. Mr Ketseuki asked me to do some work on one of the prototypes here.”

Ben’s face looked a little less nervous. “Oh, right, go ahead then, I-I was just burning the midnight oil really, had some work I needed to get done, that kind of thing…”

Matthew nodded and smiled softly, and Ben gave a nervous smile in return. With that, he was free to examine the rest of the room. There were monitors and computers here and there, as well as a few larger devices.

“There! By the window! You can’t see me pointing, but I am!” Terra said suddenly. Matt walked over, leaning over it. It was smaller than Matthew had been expecting, about the size of a home radio, with a circular screen on the left and a variety of buttons to the right.

“Brilliant work, Agent Moon. But we can’t just take it off of the table. There’s likely to be a tracking device in it somewhere that you’ll need to remove first.”

Matt made sure Ben couldn’t see his face before he winced. Of course it couldn’t be that simple. It never was for him, after all. He reached into his jacket’s pocket and took out the Swiss Army Knife. On closer inspection, he saw that it was decorated with a variety of constellations, the one standing out the most being that of Hercules.

“The device should be under the screen.” Terra explained, as more typing was heard, “you should be able to use one of the blades to pry it open.”

Matthew began to flick through the many utilities the knife had before finding one that seemed suitable for pulling up the screen. Slowly, he slid the blade underneath and pushed down. There was a click, and the screen was half-off of the machine, still connected by wires. Now all Matthew had to do was figure out what a tracking device looked like, and pick it out.

“Wait.” Terra said, Matthew picking up on the nerves in his voice. “...Don’t look up. Don’t even try to, just keep your eyes on the machine, and don’t say a word.” Matthew did as he asked, though felt the overwhelming urge to do the exact opposite as curiosity filled him. That curiosity vanished with Terra’s next sentence. “There’s a sniper trained on your chest from the building opposite.”

Matthew felt that fear wash over him. It was the same one he’d felt when the floor had caved in earlier in the day. Alarm bells were ringing in his head as his hands hovered over the machine. It couldn’t get worse than this, right?

Turns out, once more, his luck would once again kick him in the shin. “Hey,” Ben began, “Mr Ketseuki…he’s not upset that work had to be done on the prototype, right? I’d hate to think…” 

As much as Matthew floundered when it came to smalltalk, he somehow found it in himself to respond. “No, no, of course not. One of the others apparently flagged a small issue that needed outside fixing, so…here I am.”

“Right, right…thank goodness, that’d be the last thing I want, especially with a prototype as important as that.” Ben said, sighing in relief.

Matt found himself slightly more at ease, which was odd considering the circumstances. “Important? Is there a time frame on when this has to be ready by?”

“Oh, I’m not too sure. Apparently it’ll help with our global network, making the data a lot easier to find quickly.”

“I see…” Matt nodded, trying not to change his expression. Strangely enough, Matthew didn’t think he was lying, merely misinformed, which put even more questions into his head and almost distracted him from the knowledge that a gun was pointed at him.

“You’ve got to get that device out of the machine, quick.” Terra ordered. “Once you’ve done that, we can be a little more…loud, so to speak.”

Trying not to look conspicuous, Matthew put his finger under the screen to stop it falling back into place. Switching the knife over, he discovered a pair of tweezers within. Reaching in as slowly as possible, he found a small red circle that stuck out like a sore thumb on the green circuitry. Taking a breath, he pried it off of the circuit, seeing that the reverse of it had Reflection’s logo on it: A lone snake wrapped around a staff, with it’s tongue sticking out. Cautiously, he pulled the component out, making sure it remained behind the screen until he was able to drop it on the counter in front of him. Allowing himself to smile, he returned the tweezers to the Swiss Army Knife, returning the screen of the ID machine to its proper place.

“Nice one, but…looking at the corridor cam, you have another problem coming towards you…I guess the sniper tipped him off.” Terra sighed. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Ben clutched his chest in shock.

“Who’s in there?!” barked a low, gruff voice, the owner of whom banged on the door again. “Get out here now!”

Ben looked at Matt, confused. Matt merely shrugged, as if he was as confused as Ben was. “W-What’s going on?!” he asked, the fear in his voice palpable.

“Security alert!” he replied, not showing any sympathy. “We know there’s an intruder in there. Out, now!” Ben stammered over his words, confused, and so Matt took over.

“It’s just us two! We haven’t heard anything about a security alert-”

“Shut up! You’re both a threat as far as I’m concerned! Now open the door before I kick it open!”

Matt remained where he was, and motioned the panicking Ben to stay put too. He placed a hand over the ID machine, waiting for a voice in his earpiece. After a few long, long seconds, he heard Gaia.

“Got a plan to get you out of this, but you’ll need to hurry. I’m coming up to the road between you and that sniper. When you hear the signal, drop down and take the machine with you. You’ll know it when you hear it, trust me.” she reassured him.

“I’m trying to get into their radio feed too, should help you get past this guy.” Terra added, as Matthew heard the van screech. “Get ready.”

Ben looked at him again, confused. Matt smiled, his eyes going back to the window. He dared not look at the building opposite, instead at the road. He watched as a white minivan sped up the road, before its horn blared out as loud as possible. Thankfully, Matthew was smart enough to know a signal when he heard one, and pulled the ID machine off the table and ducked to the floor.

Ben yelped as several bangs were heard, many from the door and one from the window. Matthew quickly scanned his environment: A bullet hole now marked the glass, with a few shards having fallen nearby. Ben had crawled under his desk, where he would hopefully be safe, and that guard was still trying to get through the door. What that meant, thankfully, was that he could talk aloud to his fellow agents again. “I’ve got to get past that guard. I can get to the door without being seen by the sniper, but once I do that guard will shoot me point blank.”

Terra cleared his throat, which crackled through the earpiece. “Right, right…sorry, a lot of people were beeping back at us. If you look through your pockets you should find a bunch of cuboid thingies with keyrings. You’ll want the grey and white one.”

Matt did as instructed, holding it in his hand. The word that came to mind as a result of the keyring was grenade, but that would draw far too much attention, which meant…

“This is a flashbang, right?” Matthew asked, as the guard outside resorted to kicking at the door, Ben continuing to whimper from under his desk.

“Well observed. Yeah, you’ll need to pull the keyring and toss it up at him. And make sure to look away. Here, I’ve got through to their radio line, have a listen:” There was some more static, and other voices could be heard. “Don’t worry, they can’t hear us.” Terra reassured him. “It’s a neat little bit of tech we came up with thanks to our tracking of outer-space signals…but I’ll tell you about that later.”

Matt crawled past the glass, keeping low, getting closer to the door as he heard the guard cursing over the radio. As he reached the point where he could throw the flashbang from, he saw Ben’s eyes glaring at him through the table.

“W-What’s…what’s happening…I-I…” he stuttered, his hands clutching at his hair.

“...Hey.” Matt whispered at him. “It’s gonna be okay. Trust me. Just stay put and you’ll be alright.”

Ben didn’t stop shaking, but was no longer on the verge of tears as he pushed himself further under the desk. Over the radio, the guard was still cursing, though he seemed more confident now. “Stupid fool…whoever they are, they will not be standing when I’m through with ‘em…I’ll shoot ‘em both, just to show who’s boss…here we go- AH!”

As the door finally swung open, Matt tossed the cuboid up, covering his eyes with the keyring still in his hand as the guard stumbled back. Matthew charged forward past the rapidly blinking Ben and the dazed guard, as he heard another gunshot fire out at the window, missing him by a fair margin. This time, however, he could hear the sniper’s reaction.

“Shitting Hell!” came a static-y voice. Matthew held the ID machine a little closer to his chest. It was one of the three people who had visited the building after the explosion, the first voice. At the time she had been devoid of emotion, but now she seemed rather irritated by the turn of events. “Get up! Hold him still before he reaches the lift so I can silence this little pest!”

Matt’s smile faded as he heard loud footsteps behind him.He hadn’t got too much of a good look at him, but he was pretty sure that this guy was a lot more muscular than he was. Thankfully, Terra chimed in. “I called the lift for you, but…he’s gonna catch up to you before you get there.”

Matt grimaced as he got closer and closer. He needed another idea that was just about crazy enough to work, and thankfully he got one.. “Can you open the doors now, but stop the lift on the floor below?”

Terra paused for the briefest of moments, but ‘m-hm’-ed in confirmation. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Moon…” he sighed, as the doors opened ahead of Matthew. In the seconds he’d been running, Matthew had made two calculations: that he would have a lot more options available to him on top of the lift as opposed to inside it, and that the surprise of not seeing the elevator would once again provide a sorely needed moment of hesitation. Gritting his teeth, and holding the ID machine close, he sprinted forward onto the lift’s roof, grabbing the cable and spinning to hit the still oncoming guard in the chest, sending him back a little. He had hoped that would be enough to stop him before the doors closed, but his pursuer put his hands on either door and forced them back to the edges, causing them to stutter in and out slightly. They weren’t closing anytime soon. He got a good look at this guard; he had shaved hair as well as a shaved face, and still had that gun in his right hand. But then Matthew heard something that he did not expect.

“My goodness, such a failure you are.” spat the sniper, the guard raising his hand up to his earpiece, the message clearly directed at him. “Can’t even chase a person down a corridor properly.”

The guard suddenly looked nervous, his rage replaced by fear. “High Pr-”

“Enough! You’re in front of our unwanted guest, after all. Listen well. I have my sight trained on the space right outside that lift. I will shoot whoever is thrown out of that lift, understand? A situation like this requires an itchy trigger finger, just as it requires a competent enforcer.”

“...Pants.” Matthew said. “...Y’know, she’s threatened the both of us, so…this is how truces tend to happen.”

“No…this is how promotions happen.” the guard grinned, before aiming the gun at Matthew. Instinctively, he kicked again, landing a hit on the guard’s shin. Taking the initiative, he kept up the offensive, jabbing with his free arm at the hand with the gun in it, letting it clatter to the floor and nudging it off the side of the lift with his foot.

Taking a quick glance at the space outside the lift shaft, the guard pushed forward, gripping Matthew’s arm and pulling, clearly trying to get him outside. Still clutching the ID machine, he willed himself to come to a halt, causing the guard to start stumbling toward him. The lift rocked a little, and the guard snarled, grabbing for the ID machine, but Matt was ready for him, somehow. Pushing up with his legs, he began rapidly kicking at the sides of the guard’s torso, before sticking his legs out and digging into the sides of his stomach. The guard yelped, letting go of Matt’s free arm. Sidestepping, Matt put down the machine. He took his silver bracelet and wrapped it around his knuckles. It was probably never meant to be used this way, but desperate times called for it. And what better protection than a good offence, right? Discarding the argument when he remembered his life was in danger, and that Bill had trusted him, Matt leapt forward, driving his silver-covered fist into the guard’s upper chest. At least, that was where he was aiming. But the guard, seemingly in desperation, had tried to go low, thus leading to Matt striking his head. The guard straightened out, clearly concussed judging by the glazed over eyes. He didn’t seem to have a clue where he was as he staggered backwards out of the lift shaft. Then came the gunshot.

It split through the windowpane and struck him through his chest. The force of the bullet stopped his movement backwards, before he tumbled to the floor almost instantly, now motionless. Matthew felt his mouth go dry as he returned his bracelet to his wrist, picking up the ID machine and cradling it in his arms. He flinched when he heard more voices on the radio.

“Kilo Sierra Delta!” the sniper said, as Matt heard more footsteps.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Knew I should have stayed late…” Matt came back to reality upon hearing this new voice. It was another of the people in the building. The one he’d seen the most of.

“Terra, can you take the lift down?” Matthew asked, as he noticed something that had fallen out of the guard’s shirt, visible through the bullet hole.

“Oh, thank god, you’re alive. Ok, yeah, give me a second, the other people in the building are all headed up, you’ll have a more or less easy getaway once you get down to the ground floor.” Terra explained. “Crap, they’re coming though!”

Matt gazed down at the still rocking lift. He pushed on the wall so that there was enough room for him to jump down into the metal cube. He shimmied his legs down the gap, then his left arm, dropping the machine on the lift floor. Over the radio, he heard that slightly Scottish accent again. “I’m on the scene! Can see the body, along with…HEY!”

Matt should have ducked down, but instead he grabbed the thing that had fallen from the guard’s pocket before manoeuvring downwards. He heard loud footsteps overhead, but knew that all she would be able to see was his hand. Gripping the thing he’d taken with his thumb, he proceeded to wave two certain fingers at the person before pulling it down and closing the lift doors, his silver bracelet clanging against the metal as he did so. The woman above seemed, to put it lightly, upset at his actions.

“WHO WAS THAT?! I WANT CCTV FOOTAGE! NOBODY GIVES ME THE TWO-FINGERED SALUTE AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE!”

“Calm yourself,” said the sniper. “The intruder cannot have gone far, nor could he have left the building yet.”

Matt once again sank to the floor as the lift descended through the building, suddenly remembering that he still had that gun on him. He’d never even thought to use it. “...I got the machine…how close are you guys?”

“ETA 3 minutes, Agent Moon.” Gaia said, “providing this arse in the Range Rover stops holding everyone up-”

He listened as Terra took over. “...Was that the first time you saw someone…”

“N-No. There was…another time, but…” Matthew sighed. “That was the first time it was that close to me. That I had…”

“Hey, you did what you had to, and you even tried to get the both of you out alive. One thing’s for sure, that guy certainly seemed to fear that sniper. What did he call her?”

“ “High” something or other.” Matt said, struggling to remember the details; much of it was a blur. “And then after she’d…yknow…she said, what was it, “Kilo Sierra Delta”, which…”

He was going to say he wasn’t sure what it meant, but then he looked at what was in his hand. It was a card, with the Reflection International logo on it, but this time the snake was not sticking its tongue out . This time it had fangs. He turned it around, and instead of a playing card, as he had been expecting, it was a Tarot card. It showed a knight on horseback, riding with a blade held high in the sky. The text below it read: Knight of Swords. “Kilo Sierra, perhaps.” Matt said aloud.

“Pardon?” Terra asked.

“I’ll explain when I see you.” Matt replied, standing up as the lift neared the ground floor. Sure enough, as the door opened, the reception was more or less empty as silent alarms flashed on the walls and ceilings. He looked around, before seeing the minivan through the window. Unable to stop the smile on his face, he ran for it, leaving out the front door once Terra had confirmed the sniper had left the building opposite. He quickly checked his watch. It was ten past eleven. He supposed it was just about his luck that it would end up being this close.

Getting to the minivan, he saw the back door open and clambered inside. Once there, he was greeted by two people who looked about the same age as he was, both South Asian with glasses and black hair, though one had her hair in a ponytail and the other had it cut short.

“Agents Gaia and Terra, I presume.” Matt said, smiling.

“Good to see you, Agent Moon. Sit down and relax, mate. You’ve done something amazing here.”

He gladly did just that, putting the ID machine down next to him as the car sped away. The adrenaline had caused him to more or less ignore any injuries he’d gotten as he went up and then down the skyscraper, but now he was starting to feel the pain in his shoulder, his hands, his legs, as well as general exhaustion.

“How’s he looking?” asked Gaia, still driving.

“Nothing serious, but he’ll need some help at HQ.” Terra reported back. “You’ll be alright, our people are top-notch.” He then found himself smiling. “Sorry, it’s just…Bill was right when he told us about you. You are a wildcard.”

Matt found himself going pink. “I mean…I couldn’t have done any of that without you two helping, so…”

“Doesn’t mean you did any less.” Terra pointed out. “You’ve saved a lot of good people’s lives tonight.” He moved across the minivan and sat down next to Matt, examining the machine. “I’ll get to look at just what makes this thing tick once we’ve reported back at HQ. I imagine it’s chaos over there, what with a transfer of agency and all that.”

“We’ll get to look at it.” Gaia reminded him, sighing. “We’re on track to make it, even with London traffic.”

“Brilliant.” Matt said, finally letting himself relax. “...so what happens now?”

“We’ll head to HQ and report back to the one who gave us this mission, Agent Galileo. She confirms it’s a success, we get a successful mission under our belts…and then I guess we figure out what happens with you.” Matthew suddenly found himself very nervous, something that Terra noticed. “Hey, it’s alright. Bill had to have a lot of trust in you to transfer agency, plus you successfully completed his mission, which all goes in your favour…”

Matthew twirled the card around. “I hope so. I really hope I didn’t cause too much trouble.”

“To be honest it’s been a lot of fun.” Gaia admitted. “It has been quiet for a while now, feels good to have some action this close to home.”

“Exactly!” Terra exclaimed, his eyes focusing towards the card. “Wh-where did you..”

“It…was in the pocket of that guard. I picked it up and when I looked at it, I thought maybe that’s what “Kilo Sierra” was referring to, you know, K.S.”

Terra nodded, raising an eyebrow at the snake image on the back. “And the guard referred to the sniper as “High” something…High Priestess, maybe?”

Gaia rolled her eyes. “Ah, the Tarot cards again. We’ve been hearing about a group using them recently and we have a theory that some sort of gang has been using them as a sort of…well, identifier, funnily enough.”

“We thought it could just be a cartel or something at first, but…killing so many agents, having a Reflection International building as a base of operations…”

There was silence for the rest of the trip, as Gaia concentrated on getting to this HQ place as fast as possible.

When they finally got there, at around 11:45 pm, they scrambled out, remembering to take the ID machine and card. “Quick, quick, we don’t have much time!” Gaia hissed, as the three made their way towards a largeish building. Matt followed the two agents, who seemed similar enough to be twins, as they ran past a sign which read:

THE MIDNIGHT FOUNDATION - Nam astra et quod est infra.

[roo-was-here]

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I had to beg this guy on discord for a translation i /gen couldn't understand it at first :sob:

But to answer your ask: Tumblr's treating me fine, I had water today, and thank you for your other comments.

[whatiwillsay]

Re: the person asking about your job, I thought you were a realtor, is that not right?

hmm no i’ve never been a realtor though i have worked in real estate in the past. i podcast full time making money on both wiws and sahg now and have a couple side hustles- i usually rent out my house (or a room in it when im living there) although it’s empty right now im doing some work on it before moving a new tenant on and i used to dog sit after i finished my first long hike on the appalachian trail and hadn’t gotten a new office job so i still do that once in a while for friends and family and my favorite clients.

idk why people are so sus about me podcasting full time lol the amount of patrons i have on wiws is public and you can extrapolate how much money i make from that 🤷‍♀️ im not ROLLING in money but im making enough to live.

like for those that are genuinely curious i’m happy to be transparent- as of today we’re ranked 297 out of 16,000 plus podcasts on patreon this is all public. that puts us in the top 2% of podcasts on patreon. we’re the little podcast that could! we’re also ranked 1,741 total on patreon out of over 200k people who have patreons with at least one paying member putting us in the top percent. trust me i’m astounded too but as of today the podcast is a success.

idk that the success will last and i’ll be able to podcast forever but im just enjoying the ride while it lasts. being a full time podcaster has been my dream for a long time!

i’m extremely grateful to the patrons who help me make the show happen and the whole community 🥰🙏

[echoing-oursong]

I was going to ask what prompted you complaining about r//ance shippers acting like they're oppressed but then remembered they're annoying all the time so it might not have been anything specific.

lol idk what i was specifcally referring to ngl but i do remember a few things that ive seen and yeah it's annoying. like some people complain about fics meanwhile i have done statics on ao3 and ronance is doing rounds like there's no reason to complain meanwhile i'm struggling to find one fic about steve that isnt just about eddie or billy. also people have been talking about how wIw ships like ronanfce get treated like shit which wIw ships being treated like shit is a fair criticism but to include a headcanoned ship between a canonical lesbian and a canonical straight person is just yikes. i lobe headcanons but in canon ronance is not wIw because in canon nancy as far as we know is straight! anyway that was long but i just wantted to provide some context about some of the things i might have been referring to.

[elsawr1tes]

the sim(‘)s freeplay

CHAPTER 25 - wiw

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SUMMARY: sim y/n decides to create her twitter moots in the sims freeplay, chaos ensues

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AN: imagine getting second hand embarrassment from your fic,, couldn’t relate

TAGLIST: @enhacolor, @msxflower, @randomness7198, @nekyochis, @nomniki, @90sni-ki (open, ask to be added)

[missnight0wl]

Talking about the dementors episode, that could maybe deny his accusation of Rakepick being at fault for Rowan's death! (And Ben's attempted murder everybody seems to ignore but whatever).

I know is preposterous to assume it was for that moment they were preparing us for but let's pretend it was.

What authority would she have to be at posession of Dementors? If she were the one to send them she could've been included in the episode to save MC instead of Tonks. She could've been the one to train MC about it, I don't think that'd be too suspicious. All to diminish suspicion about her fault furthermore, "if she wanted me harmed, why would she teach me to defend myself?"

But it wasn't her! It's was clearly R's doing.

Because why would she train you in being capable of feigning them away if she would come swooping in with her own patronus? Why would she train us if she wanted us dead?

Unless this wasn't preparing us for that night, then what was preparing us for?

Alright, so we have a couple of things here.

First of all, a small correction. When you “remind” Rakepick in Azkaban that she killed Rowan, she actually says that she wanted to kill Ben, both in the sane and in the insane route. It’s a bit random, and it’s not explained further. It’s also definitely not acknowledged by Peregrine or Verucca. But I don’t think we can say it’s ignored entirely.

As for the rest, we basically have two issues to deal with. The first one is that I feel like R didn’t plan for Rowan (or anyone) to die that particular night – and that’s because of the presence of the Dementors.

Let’s recap what actually happened!

Some time after we were attacked by the Wizard in White in Y6, we found this message in the White Quill:

Shortly after that, we talked to Moody (who was allegedly responsible for the Dementors at Hogwarts), and we learnt from him that Jacob allegedly chased the WIW off. It made MC want to talk to their brother, we went with Ben to Jacob’s room, and we found this:

This obviously led us to the Forest, accompanied by Ben and Merula (and Rowan following us). We found the necklace, and Merula warned us not to touch it because it’s one of Rakepick’s Dark artefacts. Then, the Dementors started swarming us. It was even said:

This is important because, if you ask me, it totally looked like the Dementors were being purposefully sent on the kids. The whole army of Dementors ignored their orders of searching for the WIW, and they attacked three random students. It’s not a coincidence.

Then, Rakepick arrived.

And we had this conversation:

But here’s my problem with all of that: what was the fucking point of the Dementors? No matter who sent them, they were pointless. And you can’t just tell me they weren’t sent. If it was just a couple of them, I could believe that. But there were dozens of them. Still, sending them made no sense! Because yes, the whole situation was obviously a trap. But if it was about killing one of MC’s friends, the note to Jacob would be totally enough to lure them! Rakepick could’ve surprised them and attacked them without Dementors! You get what I mean?

And that’s why I think that R wanted to accomplish something else that night. Something which indeed required Dementors. I don’t know, maybe it was about testing MC, or they maybe they wanted to kidnap MC back then? Either way, Rakepick decided to ruin this plan. She pretty much saved MC from whatever R planned and made it about killing our friend instead (which obviously would make the most sense if Rowan’s death was staged... but whatever). At the same time, she could explain herself by stelling R: “Hey, I didn’t really mean to ruin your plan. But you wanted some kid dead, right? And now a kid is dead, so… You’re welcome.”

Now, moving to another issue: the whole plotline with MC learning the Patronus Charm in the Patronus TLSQ. To be fair, I think we should keep in mind that it’s a TLSQ, and that means something optional. However, it doesn’t really change the fact that R was testing there something.

Was it connected to that secret plan with the Dementors in Y6Ch18 then? Possibly. But it could also be connected to the memory curse in the Sunken Vault because Dumbledore told us after our return:

So, maybe the testing in the Patronus TLSQ wasn’t really about the Patronus Charm per se, but like… mental potential or something?

Either way, there was something going on around Rowan’s death, and it’s unlikely that Rakepick could’ve done it alone, so you’re right about that. We should probably suspect someone involved with the Ministry, or maybe… I don’t know… someone being able to impersonate a Ministry official? Someone who’s like, hm… a Metamorphmagus? Someone like... *cough* Verucca *cough*