#you can 100% pass out in front of me and I’ll probably know what to do 😂😂

[barkilphedros-hat]

Three day first aid course, DONE!

[fuyuswifey]

|Model Babe|

Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x fem! Reader

cw: College au! Slight public nudity(?), established relationship, fem reader, sfw

💫In which Takashi wants you to be his model💫

Having a boyfriend who is into fashion design was a fun experience. He always uses you as a model for his clothes. You guys bounce ideas off of each other which always helps make the pieces look even better. So it of course it was only fitting that when Mitsuya was offered the chance to showcase some of his clothing in a fashion show, he agreed and asked you to be one of his models.

“You want me to be a model for you?” You questioned as you looked at your boyfriend who was sitting at his desk. He was doodling in his sketchbook, probably coming up with some new designs for his next clothing piece. He didn’t have to even look at you to know you probably had your usual nervous expression on your face.

“Of course I do babe. I mean after all, you’ve helped me a lot with my art, so this is just as much about you as it is me” He replied as he finally looked away from the drawing. He turned around in his chair to face you, a warm smile on his face as he met your anxious eyes. “I think this will be good, but if you’re really not up for it I understand”. Although he wanted you to be there with him, he didn’t want you to feel pressured to do so.

You thought for a moment to yourself. You were a little nervous about the idea of walking in front of an audience of people, but it was also exciting . A room full of people would have their attention on her and her boyfriends masterpiece. She found herself smiling at the idea. Regardless if she walked in the show or not, she would of course be there front row to support her man. “Mitsuya” She called to get his attention. “I’ll do it”. You let out a yelp when your boyfriend launched himself into your arms, hugging you tightly. He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek before speaking. “We got some work to do”.

Weeks had pass, and you spent almost everyday preparing. There was a total of five models that Mitsuya chose for his portion of the show, you being one of them. You guys practiced walking in heels, the right facial expressions to wear, and the correct attitude. This was important for your boyfriend, so of course he was taking it very serious. You had exactly a week left until the show, so it was important that everything was ready. Today, you guys had been practicing for three hours. Everyone decided it was time for a break, so naturally you went to go talk to your boyfriend. He was sitting on the floor, legs crossed as he was drawing in his sketchbook. You couldn’t see what he was drawing, but you could tell by his face he was focused. His eyes never left the paper, and his eyebrows were furrowed. You slowly approached him. “Mitsuya, what are you working on?”.

At the sound of your voice he immediately shut the book. His face was slightly flustered as he looked at you. “Oh this? It’s nothing really”. Although he tried to sound convincing, it was obvious by his tone that he was lying. You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what was in the book. Mitsuya was never one to shy away from sharing his work with you. Even the ones he wasn’t 100% confident, he still showed you to get a different insight. You sat down next to him, leaning your arm on his shoulder. “Baby, what are you hiding?”.

Mitsuya knew there was no point in lying. You could always see right through him. “It’s a new piece for the show”. His voice was soft, like he was too shy to speak. “It’s for you specifically..”. Your head cocked to the side at the sound of his words. He was making a new piece for you? She couldn’t help but grow more curious, wondering why he was so shy about it. “Can I see it?” She asked, curiosity getting to her. However, the boy shook his head no at her before talking once more. “You got to wait until it’s done. It’s a surprise”.

You pouted at your boyfriend, but nodded at him anyways “Fine. I can’t wait to see it”.

Stunning. That’s how you would describe the set you have on. At first, you were a little confused as to why your boyfriend was called you at 2 am insisting for you to come over. It was ‘an emergency’ he claimed. You wondered why he could need you at that time of night, but despite it you still went. What you didn’t expect when you entered was a lingerie set on one of his mannequins. You stared at it for a few seconds before looking at Mitsuya. “Mitsuya, it’s amazing really. Why did you need me to see this now though?”. The fashion show was tomorrow, so you were planning on getting all the rest you could so you would be prepared for tomorrow. You thought your boyfriend would be doing the same.

He didn’t reply to you at first. Instead, he slowly made his way to your side, a slight grin on his face. “Remember that surprise I said I was making for you? This is it”. Your eyes widened at his words. That was almost a week ago when he mentioned wanting you to wear a new piece of his. You had almost thought he was joking with you since he never brought it up again, but here it is.

“This is the set you made for me? The one you want me to wear in the show?”. You looked over it once more. It was a white lingerie set. The panties were high wasted, and they had small diamond rhinestones along the trimming. The bra was matching, with a crisscross pattern decorating the sides. If that wasn’t enough, Mitsuya made sure to make a matching silk robe with feathers around the cuff. “Wow..”. It was amazing honestly, and you had the honors of wearing it yourself. You smiled at your boyfriend, pulling him in for a hug. “It’s beautiful Suya. I can’t wait to wear it”.

The next day (technically later on that day) it was time for the show. You were a little nervous, but you knew you were doing this for the man you love, so that thought helped ease your mind. You and the other models were backstage, awaiting their signal. You could faintly hear the music that was playing from the main stage. There were other students who there because of the same offer Mitsuya got. You were happy that you also got the chance to see other students clothing. They all showcased such beautiful and unique works.

Mitsuya came over to you and the other girls with a warm smile. “Okay you guys, we’re on next. Remember to breathe. Don’t worry about the audience, just focus on yourself. Most of all, enjoy this moment”. The small pep talk washed away any little bit of nerves you had left. Slowly, one by one, each girl made their entrance on the stage. You were last in line, but from your spot you could hear the pleasured sounds of people talking and complimenting the clothing from the crowd. You took another deep breath. You were wearing the lingerie Mitsuya made for you, finishing the look with white stilettos. You glanced over at your boyfriend who was already looking your way.

“You’re going to be great. Now go knock them dead” And his words were the last push you needed to step on the stage. As soon as you entered, you felt the lights on you. You walked at a normal pace, remembering everything you had practiced over the past few weeks. Although you had hundreds of peoples eyes on you, you didn’t feel a slight bit of nerves anymore. Maybe it was because you knew how amazing you looked in the set Mitsuya made just for you. The sight of a multiple pleased faces in the crowd only egged on your confidence more. You became more relax with your walk, swaying your hips in a way that wasn’t too dramatic, but eye catching. Yeah, you were loving this moment, and you got to enjoy it while wearing the art made by your lover. When you made it finally exit the stage, you immediately walked over to Mitsuya. He had a pleased smile on his face as he clapped his hands. “What did I say? You were great indeed, my little model”.

A/n: I had this one just sitting in my drafts. It was actually one of the first writings I did for this account, but I just took forever to post it😭 Anyways I hope you guys like it ❣️

[dreamspelunker]

A Case for Disney’s “Strange World”

No one seems to know anything about this movie. I didn’t before I saw it yesterday. I went to the movies on a whim and chose this one because the pickings were a bit slim and this one looked like the best out of the bunch.

Guys. This movie is good.

Disney has done this film real dirty by not marketing it properly. I mean, it probably won’t ever take over the world by storm like Encanto did, but it deserves better than what it’s getting. As I said on my Twitter, it is 100% a stunningly beautiful solarpunk film and everyone needs to go see it.

Here’s a brief synopsis since the trailer was garbage and no one saw it anyway:

***The Spoiler-Free Zone***

The story mostly focuses on Searcher, the son of famous explorer Jaeger Clade whose mission in life is to find a passage over the impassable mountains that surrounds their community of Avalonia. While on an expedition to try and scale the peaks, Searcher finds Pando, a mysterious plant that generates a renewable source of electricity. Searcher, tired of exploring and wanting to quit the life, takes the Pando back to Avalonia. Jaeger, still determined to find a way through the mountains, keeps going alone, never to return.

25 years later, Pando has transformed Avalonia into a bustling sci-fi uptopia. Searcher is renowned for having discovered Pando, and now lives a quiet life growing Pando crops with his wife and teenage son. One day, however, the Pando starts dying. In search of a cure, one of Jaeger’s former crew comes to Searcher asking for his help to lead an expedition down underground to figure out what’s killing it and save the society they’ve built with it.

If that sounds like a movie you’d like to see, stop reading now and go see it. Because from here, I’ll be busting out spoilers to talk about themes and why this movie is solarpunk. So I’ll be writing as if you, dear reader, have seen the film.

***The Spoiler Zone***

First of all, this movie is goddamn gorgeous. I really liked the opening comic-panel sequence and all, but I fell in love with the visuals once the story opened up and began showing us Searcher’s farm and Avalonia. Aesthetically, this is about as solarpunk as you can get. Art nouveau-inspired stained glass windows, visible mending on clothes, and really cool-looking tech that’s not at all in conflict with its environment.

That’s not even touching on the world inside Avalonia. I loved the shades of pinks and purples. And the creature design! Absolute chef’s kiss. That whole part of the movie reminded me of this one book I’ve read called ‘Expedition’ by Wayne Douglas Barlowe, which is just about exploring the ecosystem of alien life-forms on a planet called Darwin IV. It’s mostly a collection of really detailed sci-fi paintings of alien creatures. Fantastic stuff. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if someone at the Disney studio had a copy and passed it around for inspiration during production.

In terms of the characters, i thought everyone was engaging and all the voice actors gave really good performances. I really liked Jaeger in particular (yes, he comes back, of course), but all three of the main characters were really well developed.

But, of course, there is The Gay Character. We all know about HIM.

I kid, I kid, I capitalize with irony. They did a good job with him, actually.

I’ve seen a lot of people on Twitter respond to the idea of Ethan Clade with a very cynical shrug without having seen the movie. I have to say, I think people would be genuinely pleased with his portrayal if they gave the movie a chance. There’s no goofy wink-wink LeFou-ing about here. He’s a main character throughout the movie, his love interest is presented upfront with sincerity, and everyone within the world accepts it as normal. He’s not fighting anyone to be gay or trying to hide it, nor is it his one defining trait. He just has a crush on a dude and his dad embarrasses him a bit in front of him. Normal teenage stuff. His character arc is about sorting out his identify in relation to his family, especially his dad. Being gay literally has nothing to do with his character any more than his mom and dad being straight. Which is how it should be.

The story is a fun ride. It’s really well-paced. I was never bored, personally. There are some really great action scenes, some cute comedy with a three-legged dog and a goo creature called Splat, and the emotional beats all made sense with the characters and moved the story forward. It has a lot of qualities that reminded me of Up! and some parts of The Incredibles without directly being a rip-off of either of those. It’s its own thing, and I look forward to being able to watch it again on DVD/streaming.

***I know some of you kept reading anyway so for real, this is where I’m about to get into True Spoilers so save yourselves now y’allllllll***

Ultimately, this is a movie about legacy. Specifically, the legacy we want to leave our children (i.e. those who will come after us). I love the way this movie manages to take the existential crisis we face now in our blessed, beautiful world and condense it into a story where that issue of legacy, of our priorities, and of who we want to be is made clear.

Jaeger Clade is the society that brought us to where we are now. He’s a loud, brash, bush-whacking old man who’s driven to overcome obstacles. Searcher Clade is us now. Not looking to conquer for conquering’s sake, but complacent and only interested in continuing the status quo. He’s proud of what he’s made and sees no reason to change. Ethan Clade is who we should want to be. Someone looking for a third option, who wants to co-exist with the world around them, and be curious without being destructive.

These three outlooks correlate directly to the reveal that Avalonia is actually a living creature, and Pando is a disease that is literally wrapped around the living, beating heart of their world and slowly killing it. It was Jaeger’s drive to explore that led to the discovery of Pando. Searcher was unintentionally making the problem worse by growing more and more Pando to fuel their society. And throughout the movie, everyone is working together to save Pando, and it’s Ethan alone who tries to get them to stop and think more about what they’re looking at, and that things might not be as simple and straight-forward as they appear.

And this is why I think this movie is solarpunk, and not just aesthetically. Obviously, there are direct parallels to our use of fossil fuels, but I think it’s important that in the universe of Strange World, Pando is not an obvious poison or something they have to destructively mine to get. It’s a plant. Something that appears so innocuous at first, but under the surface, grows into a huge, overwhelming problem. No one is an evil bad guy looking to make profit off Pando or keep on destroying the world because it makes them money to do so. Everyone in the movie does what they do because they think they’re doing the right thing. What is the right and wrong answer isn’t always clear, and rather than being a result of them being outright evil, it’s just because they don’t fully understand the consequences.

While I was in the theater watching this, I thought about the Himalayan blackberries that have taken over the Pacific Northwest. It was introduced in the late 1800s by a botanist named Luther Burbank. He prized it for how much produce one blackberry bush could make in a single season, as opposed to the native blackberries that made smaller berries in smaller quantities. His intent was genuinely for the good. He wanted to propagate a crop that could accessibly feed the growing urban areas of the PNW. Create a food forest, in a sense. He sold the seeds because it was easy to grow and would feed people.

Obviously, it’s not bad to want to feed people. But now the damn plant has invested everything, and while the berries are still very much edible (and people do still eat them), it’s also created impenetrable thickets that kill everything around them and interfere with the ability of wildlife to get around. It got out of control. Even though the intent was meant well, the outcome created a problem that is now essentially impossible to overcome. People try anyway, because we have to, but the odds are not in our favor.

Solarpunk isn’t about growing more plants or having more trees in our cities or building solar panels and wind farms everywhere. Well, it’s not JUST that. Of course those things are good things, but every solution offered needs the proper context to work. And that’s the real nature of the movement, right? It’s finding solutions that lead to the best outcomes for everyone. Being invested in our world, learning about it, falling in love with it, discovering the intricacies of how everything is interconnected and how we fit into that. Everything we do will have inevitable impacts on everything around us, but what those impacts are can change radically depending on how carefully we consider our actions. We know we have to change. The question is, how do we change? How do we change for everyone?

And that is the ending message of the film. The heroes choose to save Avalonia. They destroy the Pando, knowing that it means they can’t have their society the way it was anymore. They choose that, because it is right to do. And the movie ends with the resilience of humanity as they come together and try to find a different solution to build their society on, the third solution of people like Ethan Clade who bring together the bravery and curiosity of Jaeger with the steadfastness and dedication of Searcher, and create a world that’s built on understanding and co-existence. In a world that constantly feels like it could teeter over at any minute, that’s a beautiful message to see in a goddamn Disney film.

P.S. I just want to say before I go that I really really really want Ethan’s boyfriend’s sweater. When you see it, you’ll understand, but I NEED the sweater in my life more than air.

[fookinavocadosman]

episode 1: paradise blues {HS}

It’s the first day of the retreat and y/n is struggling not to pounce on Harry. Secrets are revealed and more secrets are being made. 

warnings: none really. teasing. smut... (maybe)

word count: 2.5k

This morning was a rude awakening.

Literally.

First, Harry decided to tease me awake by using the hand he had on my stomach, letting his fingers play with the tiny bow on my underwear. Then, before I could fully be aware of my surroundings the lights in the bedroom turned on causing, everyone to groan. I bury my head back into the pillow as Harry nuzzles closer to me when a ding is heard throughout the room.

“Good morning. Today is your first full day at the retreat. Enjoy your first day of celibacy.” Lana announces throughout the room and no one makes a move to get up. Harry pushes his hips into mine pulling me closer to him with his arm.

“I don’t want to get up.” He mumbles and I sigh reaching my hand back to thread my fingers through his hair.

“Neither do I.” I mumble back. We all stay in bed before someone actively starts to get ready for the day. I eventually get Harry to let me go and I get ready putting on a black and white bikini before heading out to the pool. I join Niall, Louis, Ava, and Riley in the pool while Sage and Zayn lounge around on the chairs.

“So how are y’all feeling about this retreat so far?” I ask them and most of them respond with shrugs. 

“Upset that I took time off work to do this but it’s whatever nothing I can do now.” Ava says and Riley agrees with her. 

“Who knew that getting chicks would bite me in the ass.” Niall comments and we all laugh.

“God I can’t believe we're getting cockblocked by a fucking cone.” Louis also comments making us laugh even harder. Once everyone settles we begin to talk about our home lives among other things and I begin to observe everyone's behaviors. Niall and Riley seem to be getting close as well as Ava and Louis but I can’t tell what everyone’s motives are towards each other. Eventually, the topic gears back to the retreat when Riley asks a question.

“How much do you guys think the fines are going to be?”

“I think like a peck is going to be $100 and then like a make out would be like $300.” Ava is the first to speak up and I agree with her but Niall shakes his head.

“Knowing that this is supposed to be “rehab” it’s probably worth a good chunk of money. Like a kiss is probably $1000 or something ridiculous.” I shrug my shoulders also agreeing.

“Yeah but let’s hope it’s the first one so we can break the rules more often.” I say and everyone laughs. We stay in the pool for a little more until switching spots with Sage and Zayn. As we relax and dry off in the sun we make small talk about everyone else.

“So if you guys had a free pass to kiss anyone here who would it be? Personally I’d kiss Louis.” Ava asks everyone. Louis says Ava, Riley says Niall, and Niall says Riley to no one’s shock until it’s left to me to answer.

“Uh, probably Harry.” I answer and Ava squeals.

“Oh spill.” She instigates and I roll my eyes flipping onto my stomach.

“I mean we’ve basically been attached at the hip since the moment he arrived and he was pissed yesterday when Zayn kissed me. And he’s fucking fine. Like if this was the actual show I signed up for I’d be fucking him as much as possible.” I explain and Ava and Riley are engrossed while Louis and Niall are having a conversation of their own.

“I get it girl, I’d be jumping Niall if it was under normal circumstances.” Riley supports me while Ava nods.

“Alright I’m going to head out guys I’ll see y’all later.” I tell them waving goodbye to the boys as well as Sage and Zayn. I walk around before finding an empty area with day beds away from everyone. I close my eyes letting myself cool down in the shade until a throat clears. I peek one eye open seeing Harry standing in front of me.

“Is there room for one more?” He asks and I nod moving over so he can fit in. He gets comfortable laying on his back before turning his head to look at me.

“I haven’t seen you since this morning what have you been doing?” He asks me and I shrug.

“I was at the pool with Niall, Louis, Riley, and Ava.” I answer him and he nods.

“How was that?”

“It was good. We just hung out and talked.” I smile as he rolls onto his side to face me his eyes tracing my body up and down. His hand comes to rest on my stomach and I take in a deep breath. He removes his hand from my stomach places it on my hip and rolls me onto my side so we face each other. Our foreheads touch and if I lean any closer we would kiss.

“Careful. We don’t want to break any rules.” I tease him and he smirks letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re right.” He leans back slightly, his hand rubbing up and down my side.

“Lana never said anything about teasing.” Harry says and I shake my head.

“Don’t you even think about it.” I chastise him, bringing my hand up and pausing his movements. A smirk lines his lips as he pulls me into his chest. I sigh as my head rests on his chest hearing his heartbeat. 

His hand rubs up and down my back playing with my hair every couple of passes and I feel peaceful. I eventually move my head up to look at Harry and I see he’s already looking at me. The tension between us is thick. He dips his head down as I crane mine up and we are about to kiss but he pulls away.

“Don’t want to break the rules now do we?” He teases me and I let out a breath shaking my head as he smiles. He gets up from the day bed holding out his hand and I gladly accept it letting him pull me up. We head inside to the bedroom and see Zayn, Liam, Sage, and Kate all sitting on the bed playing with condoms. I stop in my tracks as I stare confused.

“Where the fuck did you guys get condoms?” I ask and they turn toward me before laughing.

“They were in the cabinets!” Sage laughs while Kate starts blowing one up. I make my way towards them grabbing one to open. I blow it up and tie it off before tucking it under my arm.

“Guys meet Dickie.” I announce holding him up and everyone laughs. I put him on the bed Harry and I share as Harry shakes his head at me.

“Am I getting kicked out of bed for a condom balloon?” He asks and I shrug.

“Be good and we’ll see.” I tease him. He rolls his eyes at me as I sit down on the bed letting myself decompress. A while passes when someone new enters the room and I notice it’s Niall.

“Hey, guys Lana wants us to meet in the cabana.” He tells us and we all nod making our way outside. I sit next to Sage as Harry sits next to me resting his hand on my thigh. We all talk as everyone makes their way to the cabana and once everyone is there Lana dings.

“I have news for everyone.” She begins and people start murmuring about what it could possibly be.

“There has been a breach of the rules.” Everyone’s jaws drop and Harry turns his head to look at me. I widen my eyes not knowing what to do and he squeezes my thigh to reassure me.

“Alright fess up who did it?” Kate asks looking around and I shrug my shoulders staying quiet. No one speaks and people start getting upset. I look back at Harry and he sighs.

“Y/N and I kissed last night.” He announces and I drop my head as everyone shoots theirs to look at us.

“Bloody hell.” Liam groans and Sage lightly slaps my shoulder.

“Your rule break has cost the group $3,000. The prize fund now stands at $97,000.” Lana breaks the tension in the room causing everyone’s jaws to drop. I hold my head in my hands as Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder. I feel a head drop onto my shoulder and soon a voice whispers into my ear,

“Was it at least worth it?” Sage asks and I nod my head and I soon feel her pat my back. I get up from the couch muttering a sorry to everyone before heading inside. Why do I feel so guilty? I’m broken out of my thoughts by Harry calling after me making me stop in my tracks. He catches up to me putting his hands on my face tilting my head up.

“Are you okay?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders.

“I don’t know. I feel bad.” I tell him and he slightly pouts his lips.

“Do you regret it?” He finally asks the looming question and I sigh.

“I know I should but I don’t.” I tell him and he stays silent.

“Do you?” I question back and he immediately shakes his head.

“After even knowing everything that happens I would do it all over again.” He tells me and I let out a slight chuckle dropping my head.

“Keep saying things like that and we’re going to lose another 3k.” I mumble and I hear him chuckle.

“Don’t tempt me.” He whispers kissing my forehead. As the night continues Zayn and Sage get sent on a date by Lana and we all watched from the cabana. It seems like it went well considering when they got back to the bedroom they climbed into bed together.

Harry and I make small talk when the lights go off considering neither of us are tired. His hand runs up and down my side under the covers. As we talk every once and a while his fingers will stop to toy with the band of my underwear. 

When my eyes start to droop he turns me over pulling my back to his chest letting his right arm act as a pillow for my head as his left trails down my stomach his fingertips just barely going past the band of my underwear. I take in a slight breath at the action and he lightly sushes me. His fingertips go past the band but that’s as far as he goes, his hand stays there his thumb moving back and forth along the top.

“I’m pretty sure this is against the rules.” I tilt my head as close as I can to his ear and he lets out a light chuckle. He dips his head down so his lips graze my ear making sure the camera can’t see the movement of his lips.

“No one will know as long as you don’t make a fuss.” He whispers back placing a kiss to my ear before returning his head to its original position. His hand then slides down a little more so his fingertips rest just above my clit. It takes everything in me to keep my breathing steady and not buck my hips against his hand. His lips graze my ear again as he leans in closer.

“Now be a good girl and turn your head into the pillow and pretend like you’re falling asleep.” His voice is raspy, the lust too much for him to handle. I nod my head making it look like I’m snuggling my head into the pillow and I feel his chest vibrate as he hums in approval. 

He adjusts his body slightly so he can move my leg so he has more access to me, his head nuzzles against my neck, and I assume he does it to hide any reactions or movements that can be picked up by the camera. His fingers tease me moving up and down but never touching my clit. After a while when it can be presumed, we're both asleep his fingers finally move down connecting with my clit. My breath nearly catches but I keep my breathing steady to not arouse suspicion.

He rubs lightly at first moving his fingers in a figure 8 but soon he applies more pressure and I feel my stomach start to burn. It’s taking every fiber of my being to stay calm and collected. His fingers eventually dip down playing with the wetness leaking out of my entrance and I feel his chest vibrate against me. His fingers lightly move up and down my slit before one is placed at my entrance. 

My core flutters against the tip of his finger and he takes a second before slowly pushing his finger into me. I subtly bite the pillow to keep any noises from coming out of my mouth as his finger fills me. He slowly moves his finger in and out, caressing my g-spot with every movement. I feel the tingle in my stomach and my hand under the covers grasps his wrist lightly and he stops his movements.

“Do you want me to stop baby?” He asks, voice muffled by the pillow. My voice is low and muffled as I respond. 

“I need more.” His hand moves so two fingers are now positioned at my entrance. As he pushes both in, a slight moan escapes me making him stop his movements.

“Shh baby.” He whispers, and he begins his movements again going slower. His fingers fill me perfectly. Thick and long hitting all the right spots. His fingers thrust in and out of me and I bite my lip muffling any sounds.

“Such a good girl for me.” His thrusts remain consistent until he curls his finger hitting my g-spot. I nearly scream as he continues hitting the sensitive spot, my thighs trying to close around his hand but failing because of the way he’s positioned me. My breathing begins to pick up and I can feel my body overheat. The coil in my abdomen tightens, my core tightening around Harry’s fingers.

“I’m gonna cum.” I whisper into the pillow and Harry’s movements pick up slightly. I push my head down into the pillow in an effort to muffle the noises that slip out of my throat. The coil breaks and my breath catches as the pleasure rushes through my body. His fingers work me through the high and I feel his lips pucker against my neck. 

When I come down I pull on his wrist and he stops his movements cupping my heat. He pulls his hand away slipping his fingers through the wetness now covering my panties as his hand comes to rest on my mound. I regain control of my breathing as he rubs his thumb along my stomach. He lets out a long breath pulling me closer to him and I can feel how hard he is against me. I bring my hand back palming him but he pulls it away.

“I’m fine, now go to sleep.” He whispers. I relax against his hold and let the rise and fall of his chest and the beat of his heart lull me to sleep. 

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[captain-of-silvenar]

WIP Wednesday

It's Wednesday again and that means WIP time!

Tagging @scalecallerpeak @sniperviper @thetinyshiloh @sigma-el @eatthatsweetroll @yansurnummu @tunarath and whoever wants to join in!

Featuring a snippet of chapter two of First Impressions. It's probably going to change drastically at a certain point, but it's worth sharing still cause I think it's great.

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While Fethis mulled over her answer Teldryn also began to wonder what he got himself into. Surely this woman wasn’t some harebrained adventurer who jumped head first into danger. The way she held herself, the worn look of her armor, it all told of someone who knew their way around danger. He did, however, fail to properly question her about her reasons for coming to this place. Was it really wealth she was searching for? Or was there an ulterior motive to all of this?

Solstheim has barely been a blip on the map for a good few decades since the mines dried up. No one but the stubborn and poor and local stayed here. Those who couldn’t afford to pack up and leave survived on these ashy beaches. Those who first came to this island for a new life were clinging onto that original hope that brought them to this place. Barely anything exciting happened here beyond the occasional scuffle with reavers and peaceful meeting with the Skaal up north. 

So what ‘source’ did Yera have that said something interesting was going on this island? Why bring yourself to a nothing island?

All good questions he should’ve asked before agreeing to… whatever Yera was going to drag him into. The casual way she handled coin and her confident aura threw him off and he scolded himself for this lapse in concentration. By the time he came back into the conversation Fethis and Yera were done.

“I appreciate the info you’ve shared. If I find anything interesting out there I’ll be sure to bring it back here,” Yera said before turning toward his direction. “Find any good maps yet?”

“This one is the best so far,” Teldryn answered. “Missing a few caves but nothing serious enough to pass over.”

“Perfect, we’ll buy this one.” Again, Yera passed the coin and the two of them left with a decent map and some other miscellaneous supplies.

“Fethis mentioned something about a Telvanni Tower and some wizard named Neloth. What can you tell me about this?”

“Neloth?” Teldryn exclaimed. “He told you about that old wizard?”

“Oh? Is this someone worth visiting?”

“It’s a possibility,” Teldryn answered. “He’s been on this island longer than anyone at Raven Rock. I don’t have half a clue what he’s researching or why he’s been here so long, but he could be useful. If… we can get an audience with him.”

“You make that sound difficult,” Yera said. “He doesn’t like visitors?” “No Telvanni Master likes visitors. They’d rather stay holed up in their Towers doing whatever wizards do for the last thousand years. If he’s kept to tradition like I last remember, he’s going to turn us away before we even get in the front door.”

“But do you think that if we needed to get some information, he’d be someone worth going to?” Yera insisted.

"If we must,” Teldryn replied. “If we can convince the mer, then it's possible he knows more about the island if anything is happening on this island. I've lived here for decades and nothing exciting has happened since the mines dried up.”

“A pity that is,” Yera commented. “Heard that the mines here were rich with ebony. Strange that they dried up so fast.”

“Nothing strange about it. Just bad luck and an old miner who keeps insisting there's still more of it down there. Old Crescius will tell anyone who'll listen that the East Empire Company is behind all this and it's a conspiracy.”

At this, Teldryn felt a hand around his forearm and looked down to see Yera smiling. Oh no, that could only mean a few things to an adventurer who described herself as ‘foolish and reckless’. He was not doing this again!

“Want to find out if it really is a conspiracy? 100 gold that we're able to find something.”

“Absolutely not, sera!” Teldryn objected, tugging his arm out of her grasp. “To say nothing of those mines being dry for nearly two centuries, what's to say it won't crash down around our ears and we die a slow and boring death of a cave-in?”

She was still smiling, and he thinks she enjoyed him objecting to her idea. What in the world was he getting himself into?

“And what's to say the opposite? Maybe there is something lurking in the mines that caused it to close off and no one's been able to find out. Maybe just one last look around will be our luck instead.”

“Says someone who sounds like they want a cave-in. I thought you hired me to be a guide?” Teldryn asked.

“As you are, and I am putting my trust in you right now that you're the mer for the job and will keep me safe. So how is an old and empty mine anymore dangerous than a cave we'll explore later outside the Bulwark?”

He wasn't going to fall for this, this had to be a kind of test. His judgment couldn’t have been this wrong to tie himself to someone willing to go blindly - literally! - into an old mining shaft abandoned for nearly a century just for fun. No, he was putting his foot down like he's done before and holding his ground.

“If you need me to spell it out for you, I will,” he started. “Who knows how long those walls have eroded away and are structurally unsound at this point. And if we ignore that, I'm sure all those nooks and crannies are filled with all sorts of skeever or whatever beasts crawled their way in from the outside. Should we get in a cave-in but survive then we’d have no way of getting back out on account of the fact there’s only one way inside. You can try to convince me, sera, but there is no way I am getting anywhere near those mines or Azura help me-”

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

who says you're not getting an ask? because I'm giving you one right now!

anyway, I'm curious about Burn Fast, Burn Bright. not anything specific really, just surprise me ig. I love that fic of yours a whole lot as I'm sure I've stated to you before.

CAN WE GET ON WITH THIS?? TY!!! fic in question, which is OLD as HELL and I got second hand embarrassment from all the things I could’ve done better MAN. here are my thoughts before we get into it;

- this was the second fic I’d written for stanuary, and one of the longer fics I’ve written Ever actually. 15k words. I don’t know how I was able to produce so many words for these events ngl I hope I can redo that this year ANYWAY. first impressions? shallow angst. I think that’s what this is gonna be TO ME, because I’m the author and I hate myself. this was written almost a year ago… ough

- the descriptions will be Okay, but could be Better. I think I’ve gotten better at those hopefully.

- I was writing a lot of 80s angst during this time period and this was the second in that bunch. loose ties and ends, that one kid from jersey, unfortunate ends, like?? I was on a roll. what was wrong with me (still wrong with me)

- the gnomes are here? damn. I like gnomes

- oh that summary. already fucking me up

- I’m going in with the mindset that even at the time I knew that there was improvement to be had. This is my growing. I’m STILL growing. we can do this. I was still trying to find my groove. NOW LETS GOOOOOO

He’s left the damned duffel bag.

The one thing he had to take, and he’s left it behind. Stan has nothing to curse but his own self, because how is he so stupid as to not notice for a whole day? He’d spent the whole day driving through Oregon, hopping from gas station to gas station and it’s only now, the next morning, that he realizes there are no extra clothes to change into?

already onto a great start /genuine. an earlier draft had this to be a Lot more aggressive—using exclamation points and harsher language and shit, but once I realized that it would be a little odd that we start so strong, I toned it down. I think it gives a bit more of ‘resonate despondence’, which is very (sometimes) stan

Ford had always been bad at explaining things. He always expected the listener to know exactly what he’s talking about, be at his exact intelligence level, so that his ‘explaining’ could be understood with just a few words. 100% of the time, that isn’t the case.

literally me. best but of ford characterization someone could have conjured fr

okay already a detour but did you guys know I read my fics in my head in a VERY SPECIFIC tone, and that’s why most of the italicizations and em dashes exist? that’s why they’re there because if someone doesn’t read it the way I do I slowly die inside /silly I still do it today and I have to remind myself that I shouldn’t have to do everything for my reader. I should trust them.

(Yeah, Stan wants to let his anger out, but he’s not gonna kill the guy. Ford looks fragile enough as it is, and if he fights any harder he’ll probably break his leg or a rib. No point in damaging him, really.)

yes that’s so nice stan. you’re such a good brother dude oh my GOD IM—

this whole ford pleading scene here. here’s some bits;

“It…” Ford inhales deeply. “It’s not forever. I just need it away.”

“I don’t—Stan, I don’t want you to sail away to the ends of the Earth.”

“This—this, right here, I can’t do it.” Ford gestures to the portal wildly, giving it a scowl that could give Stan a run for his money. He almost thinks it’s directed at him, since he stands in front of the machine’s eye. “I can’t fix this!”

oh I’m feeling the feelings what the fuck. I can hear the last dialogue SO WELL. I remember vividly rewatching atots like four times just to listen to the fight and I’m still not desensitized. like the way ford delivers such a genuinely misguided request and seeing nothing wrong with how it might be worded which ALSO being on the verge of snapping? yeah ford I’ll give you a pass you’re going through shit. I’m so glad it still reads!!!

“I’m already too far gone, Stanley, an-and I can’t think of anyone else, anyone who would want to help.”

ohhhhhi can hear this too. it’s a Hint you know. it’s supposed to tip you off; something is REALLY wrong….

okay I’m restraining myself from pasting this entire ford exchange but it’s so GOOD. I’m flattering myself. And I didn’t even take that long on it I remember I wrote most of chapter one in a single burst. everything you see? barely edited. all put on at once. threw up on a page. I was feeling things

Ford sets the Journal aside. He, aside from the glaring obvious, does not look shaken up. “Yes, I know. Never… see me again.”

He sounds bitter. Almost too bitter for his liking. It’s almost contagious, from how it seems to roll off him and outwardly.

“You…” Stan has to phrase this kindly. “You know I don’t want that, right?”

Ford doesn’t relax. Instead, his gaze only darkens. “I know.”

i remember crying. I was tearing UP. that’s them. that’s something I would say if I were stan. make sure they know that I don’t want that. I…!!!!

Stan wonders what Stan will say.

one of the few bits I was smiling for when writing this….

So he should be here.

I forgot the name for this literary device even though I started using it religiously after this BUT YEAHHHHHHHH GET OUR FEELINGS BABE

not gonna paste it but what ford(‘s body) is hiding by. I’m gonna be honest despite watching atots so much I forgot where the portal opened. like dead ass, so I made it up. the bookshelf is supposed to be the portal. I think the fic ‘by the skin of your teeth’ was still severely affecting me and that was the portal in that fic. this is what you get when you don’t check your references. it literally happened to me yesterday! I was finishing up chapter six of do you remember hanging up the stars and it was about aziraphale and crowley on the ark back in 3000 bc right. I forgot what the ark looked like other than a Single Memory so I bullshitted it. I then remembered I had a Resource, Checked, and it was. well I completely forgot about where the humans would’ve gone. lol

I can’t paste it all bc it’s like the whole fic but Stan’s DENIAL. the way he’s sooooo deep in it that it’s a physical jarring when he’s ripped out of it. he’s literally such a denial grieved it’s SICK and I can’t believe I wrote it so easily. Ahem. that says things I think whether good or bad is up to your interpretation

some of these dialogues are weirdly cut off. I think Stan’s a lot more of a run on sentencer. hm

okay now I’m getting into the secondhand embarrassment that would probably be extreme heartbreak had into created this. I think at this point I was very emotionally worn down; not just from writing but Life too. there’s not much to say. it just Exists

oh that fucking letter. fucking letters. I love ford letters you know that they’re so delectable especially when he’s allowed to make them long. this WHOLE THING. wow. and the way he OPENS IT. classic ‘we don’t have much time’ action type beat *writes a two paged letter*. also the crossing out things. I’m a fucking genius. augh

I don’t know if you would like to stay in Gravity Falls after this, but I would like you to do two things, the two things I could not.

UHM EXCUSE ME YOU REALLY THINK SO?? LIKE GENUINELY??? woah buddy. anyways this hurts me because I know he’s being genuine about this he DOESNT know if Stan would like to stay. he doesn’t know. HE DOESNT KNOW—

Unless there is an afterlife, this is Stanford Pines, your brother, signing off.

(Thank you, Stan. For everything.)

THAT. THAT? I was kicking my little evil feet oh I WAS. I was thinking ‘what could I do in character that could REALLY fuck you up?’ and I landed there. I loved it so much I literally used the thank you ploy again for a recent whumptober entry and it STILL HIT FOR ME. like. ford and thank yous. always painful 🥹

Two: After all this?

Stan isn’t planning to last a week.

see look it’s funny because. because the summary is about stan always following through with his plans. it was a parallel. he went through with a plan and it resulted in ford fucking off the face of the earth. so now he’s got a new one. new mission, new plan, new end. I loved thatshit…..

He didn’t expect for the pawn off to be so violent.

I had a very different opening here; it was something with bill watching everything before unfold and THEN cut to ford going through with the plan? but then I decided ‘hey wait a sec we never see stan LEAVE after that little flashback. how did that leaving go?’ and now we’re here. damn I even had an alt opening

now that we know ford’s suicide is inevitable (and that we’re in his head) I start slathering that foreshadowing everywhere….

“Okay. Okay, I’ll go. But I’m comin’ back, ya hear me? I’m not leavin’ you again.”

it’s giving crowley saying ‘I’m coming back, I won’t leave you alone’. hehehe

It does untangle, after a few seconds of frantic pulling and Ford’s shouting beforehand.

Stan doesn’t have the decency to apologize. He flaps his palm as if he got burned. “Yeesh. Your hair’s a mess.”

look it’s funny because. because. well you know. hair untangling. corpse

“And get some fucking sleep! You look half-dead!”

There it is.

yeahhhhhhh I was just being mean. stan babygirl he’s already going to do it. don’t add insult to injury

It was time to enact Plan A. If Plan A didn’t work (which it had to. He didn’t even have a Plan B) then it’d be time to panic.

the original title for this fic (like the FIRST ONE. not when I turned this into a two parter) was called ‘Plan B’, because 1) plan A indeed does not work and plan b is suicide, and 2) B for Bill. :)

But knowing Stanley, he’d find a way to show just how pissed off he was at Ford even if he was in the afterlife.

:) x2. still proud of this

When Fiddleford first learned of the gnomes, he was more than disturbed. Almost spooked. Ford had insisted that as long as you had bug spray and mushrooms, they would be manageable. Sadly, Fiddleford had thought mushrooms ‘takin’ care of the problem’ would be in warding them away, that mushrooms were a repellant of some kind.

FIDDLEFORD MY BELOVED!!!! I love writing beats like this I still do. it’s just so nice to take random hcs and put them in the most tense and matter of fact situations just to distract us a little. make us look away, but not entirely. ough

He wants to shake on it.

it’s the little traumas that break our hearts.

okayyyyyy I’ll be honest ford leaving the portal for someone else to kill it is Very ooc. I’ll admit that. but I need my Scenario!!!!! I don’t regret it. just know that I acknowledge it. *cries*

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the ‘method’. oh ‘the method’. fucking kills me. he debated ont his. rationally. RATIONALLY I WAS LITERALLY THAT ONE MEME THATS SCREAMING AT MY CHARACTERS TO STOP BUT IM THE ONE WHOS PUTTING THEM THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE—

ough. the bullet points. okay I’m running out of commentary steam but let me say this. I asked for hcs on my blog right? so I could put some of those here because even I run out of hcs eventually, and people DELIVERED. I loved them. I put every single one in at least One point, and seeing these tiny memories just spring up at he’s doing this is like that thing with the fiddleford/mushrooms bit. he’s distracting himself. making th situation less scary in his eyes. OUGH

OH AND THE PILLS NOT BEING FORD’S BUT STAN’S? ONE OF MY KAST ALTERATIONS BUT SOOOOOOO WORTH IT. NO NOTES JUST ULTIMATE ANGST

Ford had considered being a doctor for some time while in elementary school. It was a given, considering his intelligence and avid nature towards sciences. His love for the supernatural always gave in however, and it has won every battle. But for a long time after, a part of him wanted to be a chemist, a manufacturer, a creator. Sure, it soon became a pipe dream, but for a while it was a genuine choice.

But Ford is an experimenter. He realized early on that he wouldn’t be able to resist pouring the components and chemicals on his skin, if only to see how they would react to human flesh.

motherfucker.that guy is literally me

btw these spaces after the em dashes are killing my soul. I remember once that I thought everyone else was wrong with no spaces and I was right. Oh, past me. No.

How could you not love someone like that?

God, he’s never going to see him again.

*SNIFF*

4.5 million humans in the world. 230 million humans in America. 7 million in New Jersey. 2 million in Oregon. Around sixty or seventy species of anomalies in Gravity Falls alone. And that doesn’t even account past Earth, if Crash Site Omega was accounted for.

I had to look all that shit up I don’t even know if it’s right. at first it’d been modern day stats but THEN I remembered that we’re in the fucking 1980s so ofc it’s different. ALSO LOOOK I FUCKED UP IT SAYS MILLION NOT BILLIONS. IM GONNA DIE. FUCK. either way we stay silly we stay silly!!! just know that little paragraph has caused me so much grief.

Ford always hated funerals.

this was the beginning of the ‘we hate funerals’ saga. still do hate them. I hate them, ford hates them, crowley hates them, ALL OF THE HOMIES HATE THEM 🫵🫵 /j

Mania is a feeling he knows well, and this is not that.

lmao name drop *i was on the verge of tears*

It’s Ford, the snow, and his candle, which has no more wax to burn.

THE TITLE THE TITLE THE TITLE—

the spacing. the html gave me sooooo much trouble but it was worth it!!!! every space was deliberated and checked and shit. ough. OUGH

okayyyy im capping it here because I’m so so tired. but!!! here it is. I just. wow. Less yet more corny than I thought this would be. I hope you enjoyed that little roller coaster, and I’m off on Life Adventures. Which means Errands. fuck…..

[coderfortourette]

Gov’s Character

Ok, so Ben has confirmed that Gov and DC from 2020-2021 is the same person. And the reason the name changed is because DC (as in District of Columbia) exists. And that makes sense. Ben started this series as a one off sketch, not expecting it to get popular. And so he wasn’t fully prepared for the whole universe to be built out. And made a few mistakes here and there, like names for characters. 

“But wait! Old DC was a character in the same meeting as Gov!”

And I can explain that. In Ben’s own words “Ok so I think Old DC is like... a skin that the snake has shed”

And this- this is interesting to me. And I think it leads to some cool theories that can be formed. Especially with things like Gov’s personality change before and after the election. 

So the one that comes to the fore front of my mind. Is that Gov does “shed” himself every inauguration. And the personality that he formed from the administration gets swept away. He’s back to a more general government official. He’s “washed clean” in a way. (Now, it’s not 100% washed clean. There are some personality bits that are tied with just being the government). And he still is very nervous whenever elections happen, by virtue of the anxiety from the people and departments he represents. 

Otherwise, his personality will redevelop for the 4-8 years the new administration has power. And that may have to do with policies passed or other major world/USA events that happen during the administrations period. 

For example. The Gov we saw when his nametag was “DC”, he was very nervous. Besides an election year, there was also like a lot of stuff going on in the world. Protesting and a global pandemic. That would probably make him nervous. 

The Gov we see now started off very much as not a pushover. Not somebody the states could pick on. And it’s implied that the last version of Gov could be from the start (Florida saying Gov isn’t as fun anymore). 

Now for the part of the “shed” self. I think that becomes like it’s own personification of sorts? Honestly I’m still on the fence of if it gets to be immortal like the others, or if it appears and gets to live a regular mortal life. Either way, this “shed” self retains it’s personality.

Which is why we see Old DC as such a mess. Right before he was shed there was the Jan 6 thing. And after he was shed the Orange Man almost instantly tried to create the “Office of the Former President”. So instead of getting a chance to relax and enjoy no responsibilities like the other past “sheds”, he was forced right to work when he should have been in the care of somebody. 

Last Admin does show up in a later sketch. And I have a theory that “Old DC” and “Last Admin” are the same. Since he has a year and a half to recover... and likely recovered around individuals connected to the last administration, that’s why his personality was like that. 

For Cryptid Lovers

For the crypid!Gov lovers out there. You can take the shedding to be more literal in a sense if you want. I think this phrasing Ben used definitely opens the way for some cryptid!Gov. 

Just, a heads up for artists who want to draw it. I know the snake imagery might make you want to do scales, but I ask we don’t for two reasons. 

1. It sets itself too close to the antisemitic conspiracy theory about “Lizard people who control everything”

2. Speaking as somebody with a skin disorder that causes what’s described as “scaly” patches, that’s kinda... it’s not really something I want to see associated with cryptids/etc. For like, body positivity reasons.

Outside of that! If you still want to think of “DC” (2020) and “Gov” as separate characters, I can’t stop you! I’m just repeating what Ben said in case you were in the camp of “I’m not sure if they’re the same or not. I wish Ben would clarify

And I’ll be sharing the screenshots of Ben’s words about stuff under the cut. 

[lettersnorth]

Confidant

Nyscera decided for once to venture out of her office along with her new companion that still didn't have a name, having given a call to Aislinn just so she could check in with the Hyur after her finally waking up. During that time, the Xaela had been worried the whole time wondering if she had done enough to assist her friend during all this. The bird, on the other hand, was standing on the table like he owned it with pride, his little webbed feet making little pap pap noises as he waddled around.

Aislinn received the call and after putting a few things in order, she made her way upstairs. Bar night below was in full swing but she’d never been one for crowds. In truth, she probably should have sought Nyscera out sooner but after her experience she had simply shuttered herself in her study. But as the days passed, she was slowly coming back around to picking up her work. She enters the small side room and catches sight of Nyscera on the couch. 

“Not down having a drink with the rest of them?” She asks. As if she doesn’t know why Nyscera called her up here. She’s perfectly aware and the small smile she gives as she sits down says as much. “Sorry I didn’t check in right away. I assume your butterfly made it back to you?”

Giving a small shake of her head Nyscera's glowing gaze shifted from the bird in front of her to Lin. "Haven't been in the mood to drink with the others but yes, my butterfly made it back to me just fine." She offered a smile in the red-head’s direction. "Are you doing alright? If you need some extra time you can have more days off if needed, I'd rather you rest than push yourself."

Aislinn turns her attention to the large seabird currently tippy tapping away on the large table. It's an incongruence that barely registers with her. A sure sign if any that she was not back to her usual self. “I’m…” Somehow she couldn’t bring herself to lie to Nyscera. She sighed. “Alright, maybe I’m not 100%. And Cravendy warned me not to head back out into the field so soon but sometimes sitting still is worse.” She fell quiet, a troubled look clouding her expression. “You get that, don’t you? When being alone with your thoughts is the last place you want to be. Figure as long as I know which way is up now, I can at least get back to it.”

"I understand, it's what I do a lot and I shouldn't. Tynos and Arch get on me about that a lot so I can't judge you about that at all." The bird stared at Lin for a moment before flying over to the arm of the couch and continued to stare, then just gently head butted her on the arm. Then just tippy tapped to the edge to perch on like a proper bird. "I'm sorry for him, little bit of an oddball." She chuckled. "I know you and G'lewra have a bit of a connection so why not take a few days to yourself and go visit her? It might do you some good to get away for a little bit, and don't worry about paperwork I'll take care of it again while you're away if you decide to go." Reaching into her sleeve, Xaela pulled out a letter and handed it to Lin. "I only bring her up because she wrote to you, you were still asleep so I kept it safe, don't worry I didn't read anything."

Aislinn leans to the opposite side of the couch arm away from the bird as it reaches out for her. And reaches. And…boop. Right on her shoulder. She just blinks wordlessly at the bird for a few seconds before a soft huff of a laugh escapes her. But just then, Nyscera’s words about Lewra have her turning away from the sea fowl. “Lewra?” She echoes. She glances down and takes the letter with a nod of thanks. “I haven’t seen her in the clinic but…is she back?” Guilt washes over her at having left the clinic all to Gentle Fist and the new face or two she didn’t know. But she knows she did what she had to do. And Gentle Fist certainly handled it all with his normal can-do attitude.

"Not yet no, we have A'zure in the clinic now along with Cecille, and if anything comes up I can help out in there to keep me busy. Luckily an old friend taught me a thing or two while I was bored during my pregnancy so I know how to heal smaller wounds. But I'm also here if you need to talk as well, no one will ever know about what we talk about I can promise you that. Unless you're heavily injured, then I can't keep that a secret." A light joke perhaps? Probably.

Aislinn makes a low sound of consideration in the back of her throat as Nyscera lists off the names of the new medics. She had seen one or two but been too distracted by handling the injuries from the tower excursions and left them to their own devices. “A good sight more than we’ve had. It’ll be nice to have more hands on deck in there.” Inhaling a breath, she eyes the fireplace as Nyscera offers a listening ear.

Aislinn hadn’t talked about anything that had happened while she was locked in that dreamscape. Cravendy hadn’t asked and Aislinn was all too happy to go along and let the Seawolf talk about what had transpired around Heartwood. Nyscera had been the only one she explained herself to before going under and who knew the details, who sent Aislinn off with her assurances to keep their physical bodies safe and what aid she could offer in the form of one of her aetheric summons to protect her officer.

Aislinn’s jaw shifts, as though the words are physical things she’s holding on her tongue. “It started out how it was supposed to. The voidsent had Locke happily living out his life when…” she trailed off. Most of this was not her story to tell. “When he was younger. But the more I tried to remind him of what was real, the more things went…wrong. I was there to wreck his safe and happy world and I did it.” A pause hangs heavy in the air. “I knew why I was doing it. I knew what was at stake. The alternative was leaving him there, happy and blissfully unaware some voidsent was draining him dry. But…there were times I almost thought it would be better to let him have it, better than having to do the damage myself. I think that was the coward in me.”

"And I'm sure doing that to someone you care about wasn't easy but it was to save him and what you did was the right thing." A look of sympathy crossed Nyscera’s features as she listened. "You're no coward, Aislinn, for the amount of time I've known you not once have I thought of you as a coward. You have a plan set up for something even before it happens and are quick on the field. Plus, who else helps put some of these idiots back together? That would be you. You did the right thing by saving him, it was hard, yes but you pulled through and got him through it as well."

Aislinn’s lips tug upward in a grateful smile at Nyscera’s comforting words. She knows she did what she needed to do but sometimes you can know but just having someone else say it helps make it feel true. “But when I had finally done it, when he remembered everything, remembered me, the dream didn’t end like it should have. It kept going. Except now I saw the entirety of his life. What he lost. What it did to him. The lengths he went to for revenge..." She chokes on a word. “Things I can never unsee.” She closed her eyes but grisly flashes like still frames remained. And when it was all over. When his breathtaking vengeance had torn through lives like a wrecking ball, the most terrifying sight of all was of him on that beach, empty-eyed and alone, gun in his hand, ready to settle up. “That’s when I needed your butterfly.” She whispered. “I think I would have shattered apart without it.” She turned her gaze on Nyscera, blinking back the bleak images. “Thank you. That sounds so small and not enough. But I mean it.”

"I know my ways are different but I have told you all that you're my tribe, and I mean that, and my task is to make sure everyone stays safe. You're a part of that home, Aislinn, remember that. Even if I'm not there on the field all you must simply do is call and I'll be there to assist you with anything." Opening her hand a butterfly formed again but the shape of it started to shrink until a small blue stone was made. Holding it out to Lin, the Xaela just smiled as she did so. "For when I'm not around, think of it as a calling stone for whenever you need me and I'll appear. Depending on the time of day it might be myself or a clone, even if it's a clone I'll still see what it's seeing and once it vanishes its memories will be mine as well."

“I try.” Aislinn says with a wry, self-deprecating note as she reaches out and takes the stone. The hum of stored aether feels pleasantly warm against her palm. “Just not something I’m used to. I’m learning, even if it’s slow going. But you can be sure I’ll keep this close. I wish I had the skill to offer the same but…at least you know where to find me.” She pockets the stone and lets go a long, purging breath. The silence stretched between the women until Aislinn grasped for some semblance of normality. “So that was where I’ve been. Aside from this tower nonsense, what's been going on around here while I was out?"

"Same chaos as usual." Nyscera offered a small shrug, letting Aislinn move the conversation. "Been dealing with backlash from banning Haila from the company grounds but I suppose I should've expected that." A sigh left her lips and for a split second Nyscera looked exhausted from just dealing with that situation in general. "Coco and Leo got married, they're trying for a child at the moment." She thought more about anything else that needed to be brought up. "But it's been about the same if I'm being honest."

Aislinn tilts her head but from the brief look on Nyscera’s face it had been something weighing on the xaela. “Not sure what other choice you could’ve made, there. I knew she was attached to Florus. I just didn’t realize what lengths she’d go to in order to aid him.” Then, with a shake of her head. “It’s good to see nothing’s managed to burn the place down.” She wasn’t even sure that was possible. Heartwood could probably survive a fire and keep right on going.

Nyscera shook her head while leaning back into the couch. "I don't know, suppose someone has to be the villain every once in a while but I will say my trust with some has become limited as sad as that is. Of course you're one that I trust so don't take my venting as me saying I don't trust you, I do, if I were to die tomorrow you'd be one I'd trust to take care of Heartwood. But yes, nothing has changed, Heartwood is still standing and the same."

Aislinn gives her a good-natured look of amusement. “Well, for both of our sakes, let’s hope it never comes to that. But I understand. Can’t say there aren’t a few around here I wouldn’t like watching my back out there in the field either. Sometimes that’s what you got to do. Maybe they’ll shape up, maybe they won’t. Ain’t exactly in your control, how they decide to act. Luckily, there’s a lot of good ones here.”

"Suppose you're right, apologies for dumping that on you especially after what you've been through. That's more important right now, and I'm happy that you're back and around." Crossing her arms, Nyscera perked a brow at the woman. "Shouldn't you be resting by the way? Especially from how long you were out for? Or I suppose with how long you were out for you might have got plenty of rest...or not. I'm unsure."

“No apologies needed, you know that.” Aislinn said with a slip of a smile. Nyscera’s next words had her snorting in amusement. “You and me both. I had a moment out there at the tower where I felt disoriented for a tick. Not sure if I was here or back in that ‘scape. Suppose that means my mind could use a few more days, if I’m being smart about this. And it doesn’t look like there are too many irons in the fire around here now.” She glanced over at Nyscera with a nod. “I guess in the name of keeping reasonable hours, I’ll go do a round at the clinic and then head to bed.” She pauses a moment. "Thank you. For talking with me though. I think I needed to get that out.”

Nyscera: "Of course, I'm always here for you if needed. But please go get some rest even if you need a couple suns I'll make sure things stay organized in the clinic, I'd rather you resting than walking around looking like you're at deaths door. I'm not telling you can't continue your work just a friend asking that you take care of yourself."

Aislinn gives a low laugh as she draws herself to her feet. “I’ll take that to mean I look like shite. Alright, duly noted. I -was- up late the other night waiting on bleeding Cravendy to roll in drunk as a skunk. I could probably use an early night.” She nods to her friend. “Have a good evening, Nyscera.”

The Xaela couldn't help but laugh along. "You just look tired is all, I promise you don't look like shite but have a good night, Aislinn, I hope you sleep through the night with no issues." After what Lin went through Nyscera could only assume nightmares would follow after so she did really hope Lin didn't suffer from them.

“Same here. But there’s always Lewra’s tea.” But more importantly, there was Locke. And with that thought came the calming knowledge she’d do it all again if it meant seeing him safe and alive. Aislinn sketched a brief wave as she turned and headed downstairs to her room.

[pokemoneverlastingorchard]

Update 8/14/22

A lot of personal things have been happening in my life. Good personal things, (like my husband having a week off work, my mother-in-law renewing her vows with her husband, my birthday, and my mom getting a chinchilla and needing help setting the cage up to name a few) but still things.

I also tried to get something done in this game. Asked for help, got part of an answer and basically got a “bean dad” answer when I asked more questions. (They’d give me a link that didn’t answer any of my questions and told me to “figure it out yourself,” basically.) That wasted a couple days of my life.

There’s more birthdays and my wedding anniversary coming up, so expect more delays.

Download

Glitch fixes(?):

-I may have fixed the fourth gym’s puzzle by doing what I should’ve done a while ago.

-I can’t exactly fix the “Fixnum“ glitch that happens sometimes when you try to go to sleep without knowing what it is that’s causing it, but I can try to isolate the problem. I put some of the code into a separate event that activates by touch before you leave your room. I’ll gradually add more pieces of code to that one for every time somebody reports that glitch to isolate the problem more so I can finally figure out what’s causing it.

Story:

+Finished the pre-marriage scripts for:

Umeko

Rebecca

Features:

-Apparently I could control the clock based on hours this entire time. Wow. So now when you’re within the farm/beach/forest/mountain/town area the thing that would say “day/midday/afternoon/etc” will now have an hour. (Based on the 12 hour clock. I might add a 24 hour clock or the option to switch to one later.) If you leave those areas they’ll change back to saying day/midday/etc.

This doesn’t actually change much of anything. The schedules are still based on the sun, except now almost everything in town closes at 1AM. The exceptions are:

The EV Training building, because it’d be annoying if you’d have to wait a few minutes just to train your Pokemon in a Pokemon game.

The Pokemon Center, of course.

The library, for reasons I can’t say without spoiling anything.

The clinic will now be open for 24 hours, just in case I need it to be for a cutscene or something. (Kenichi will still be there if you pass out at night because I don’t know how much room it’d take to have it change by the hour.)

Does this mean that I’ll be giving people more detailed schedules? That’s very likely... In the “expanded” version, so not anytime soon, and not in the smaller version of the game.

-You can now get the Sail and Jaw fossil in the rocks in the Augusta Cave every 20 levels. (Besides 80 and 100. You can find rocks in 81 though. 80′s map is just too small to hold any objects.) You can revive them in the copy & pasted institute in Tellus. It can “be very complicated” to add items to the mining mini game so I’m not going to try that.

Blog:

I edited the “schedule” page somewhat:

The Augusta Cave’s page has also be edited.

Misc:

-Deleted the Path Finder script that I still had for some reason. I tried it once so the characters aren’t just teleporting around and it crashed RPG Maker so bad I couldn’t “x” out of it and I had to restart the computer if I wanted to use the Maker again. So this will probably make the game slightly smaller maybe.

-For some reason I had two copies of the Nemorensis store maps. I deleted the one that wasn’t being used, so there’s 7 less maps, which is good because maps takes up a lot of space.

-If you stay in something that usually closes after a certain time, or in a house during a time nobody’s home, you’ll get kicked out at that time. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize that you could stay inside of a place forever. I believe I made sure that you’ll be in front of the same house you entered, but I may have forgotten to make sure that your character does that for some of the exits.

-You can no longer enter Rebecca’s or Esmaralda’s houses when nobody’s home.

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Saturday, 11 February 2023:

Mummer XTC (Ape House) (originally released in 1983, this reissue came out in 2022)

I have been coveting this release since it came out but I enjoy claiming I don’t even like XTC despite owning everything they’ve done.  I almost bought this once on eBay from a dealer who also had the new Ape House reissue of Drums & Wires which included a single but I procrastinated so long, it sold out and now in order to get Drums & Wires with the single, you must pay a premium.  Damn!

Mummer is certainly one of my favorite XTC albums (save that closing track, dear God do I despise that) and I do like the change in the album cover.  This is an import from the UK so when I was at Exile in Champaign I didn’t expect to come across it there.  I didn’t even hesitate upon seeing the price.  That meant I had to forego the new John Cale, but he only had it on vinyl and 99% of my John Cale albums are on CD so I’ll probably end up going to Waiting Room records for that and the new King Tuff (and Tennis, if they had the new Tennis in stock which they do not). But I’m sure I will need more important things like movies (can these companies release any more enticing Blu-Rays at this moment in time, I swear I must have half a dozen coming in the mail in the next week somehow; and can the publishing world entice me any more with books I can’t pass up?  Jeez from John Wyndham to Meiko Kamakara to the Korean Charlotte’s Web, I feel like I’ll need to live to be at least 100 to read all these books I keep putting on my stack!  And I can’t read any of them because I’m once again reading a Book Club book I never wanted to read...

Mummer doesn’t have the same inner sleeve it once had, but then again, the front and back of the cover have been changed as well.  You see the new cover and back cover above.  Check out below for the original album cover and back.

Here is the new inner sleeve for the new reissue of Mummer.  I enjoy inner sleeves like this. 

I am here to say, I want all those vinyl reissues of XTC on Ape House.  My XTC albums are worn out because I’ve either played them to death or I bought them used in the late 90s, most of which came from the Rib Brothers!  Below you will see both sides of the inner sleeve from the original 1983 pressing. 

You see what they have done there.  They’ve used the inner sleeve for the front and the back of the new reissue.  Was that always the plan?  I am not a huge XTC head that I would know the answer to that.  I assume it was.  Below are both sides of the record label. 

This album is 200 grams and it feels heavy.  It’s a nice package and I do wish Exile would get more XTC reissues in stock, I’d buy all that I could.  Below are the two hype stickers that appeared on the album cover. 

[donotscratchyoureyes]

A Sailor’s Tale

Many seasons ago I used to be one of those lads that threw balls back to players. It wasn’t a particularly arduous task unless you were placed on the Lower Rous in which case you would have to jump down into the void that existed between the two tiers in those days and take a lucky guess as to where you were throwing the ball back.

This was a role without any pay, but you did get a polystyrene cup of mystery soup at half-time and a programme which you could get signed by both sets of players (and Sir Elton) if you were lucky. If you were unlucky you could get shoved out of the way by an irate Bruce Grobellar or have Brian Clough insist you move the away bench a few inches to the left for no apparent reason. Further anecdotes from this period of my life will be revealed in a forthcoming autobiography ‘What Flavour Is This Soup…Anyone?!’ and any appearances on The Graham Norton Show that follow on from it’s Sunday Times Bestseller success.

It wasn’t just on first team matchdays that our services were required. Oh no. We were there for reserve and ‘junior’ (now known as under-23s) matches. You really haven’t lived until you’ve sat in a puddle for 90 mins on a Tuesday night, watching Jason Drysdale and Barry Ashby stretch in front of your face whilst looking forward to being bollocked the following day for not having done your maths homework. ‘But Miss, I was throwing goal kick balls to Mel Rees last night’ isn’t a reasonable excuse for not being able to calculate the area of a circle as it turns out.

The ballboys were organised by a chap called Arthur and his father-in-law, Percy who was affectionately known as Grandad due to his grandson, Richard, also being a ballboy. Rarely seen without his grey trilby hat on, Grandad used to always have a large white bag of Extra Strong Mints with him that he would offer us as we lined up to clap the teams out. “Keep ya warm that” he’d say as you took one.  

One of the other characters that used to be around at every match was an old boy known to all as ‘Sailor’, who was slightly bent over, always wore a tired old suit and, as I recall, had what I would describe as a country burr when he spoke.

Sailor’s sole job at The Vic was to fly and take down a huge flag from a mast that was positioned in NE corner of the Vicarage Road end.

On 85 minutes he would make a slow walk along the main stand, up the stairs of the Vicarage Road end, lower the flag, fold it neatly and make his way back. This ritual was more obvious at reserve and junior matches as there wasn’t a crowd on the terrace to obscure his work. Being kids we teased him about this errand taking longer to undertake each match but he didn’t seem to mind, a big gummy smile used to spread across his face and he’d put the flag away for another day.

Fast forward a few decades, I wasn’t prepared for how strangely moved I felt upon seeing it in all its glory at the 100 Years At The Vic exhibition at Watford Museum last week. Whilst others were oohing and ahhing over bricks and The Observer clock, it was this large piece of yellow cloth that brought back the strongest memories for me. When I took a picture of it and sent it to my brother who was also a ballboy with the text ‘Sailor’s Flag’ he replied ‘Awesome. Fond memories of that’. It probably seems peculiar that something as seemingly innocuous as a flag can bring back ‘fond memories’ unless you also remember the person and the ritual behind it.

On a recent podcast with the curators of the exhibition, I was asked if I knew why Sailor was known by his nickname. I assumed that as a man of a certain age he had served in the navy. This however is not the case. It turns out he was left at an orphanage in a sailor suit as a baby. You have to love the fans of our club for knowing (and passing on) things like that.

So when it comes to writing my book, chapter three (which will be titled ‘Can’t I stand down The Rookery tonight, Arthur - it’s raining’) I’ll talk about Sailor and his flag, and how it’s one of my strongest memories of being a ballboy. That and when one of the Janaway brothers patted and then whistled loudly into one of the long shaggy microphones they put out on the side of the pitch for televised matches. It was cruelly amusing to see a technician tear off a pair of headphones whilst swearing loudly.

[anti-lucifer-league]

Hello again!! Could you do a headcanon with the obey me brothers (with GN!MC) who casually uses pet names??

I have no idea if you meant the obey me bros to use pet names or MC but imma do Mc calling that and if you meant the other way, HMU and I’ll make a second!! (I kinda want to anyway~~~~)

Obey Me Bro’s With MC Who Casually Uses Petnames

Lucifer

What to call him…? Daddy.

Nah but seriously you gonna call him babe or hon.

If it’s in front of his brothers? You’re definitely calling him baby.

He instantly focuses on you and will probably do anything you ask

“Babe where’s that one album I bought last year?”

He loves it.

Mammon

Goes red, brain implodes. He literally cannot compute.

“Honey baby pass your wallet.”

He’s red and mutters BS like “ugh it’s not like I like it when you call me that or anything…”

Loves it pt.2

The brothers tease him but he couldn’t care less when you look at him like that.

Leviathan

“Levi? Bunny baby? Honey? Boo? Pass the controller, muffin.”

He doesn’t answer. he’s in fake tears with his face burning at 100 degrees.

Can’t work out if he’s embarrassed or super happy

Envy? Nah everyone’s envying him right now.

Satan

Kitten? Hell yeah.

“Kitten where’d you put my library book after you finished?”

He’s calm and composed but…

Def loves it so much

Kisses your hand or fore head in response

Subtle hugs

:>

Asmodeus

the second you say baby or babe to him he’s adoring you

“Mi amor can you-”

Showers you in affection and love. Adoration

He definitely uses pet names for you too.

Beelzebub

He does a :] face that means he loves it

“Teddy Bear, what’s for lunch?”

Goes silent.

“Teddy? Beel baby?“

Probably doesn’t realise you’re talking to him but you definitely make his heart flutter

Belphegor

DEFINITELY RESPONDS WELL TO PETNAMES

Call him candy. Call him soulmate. CALL HIM WIFEY FFS

“Wifey can you-”

“Wifey?” Leviathan mocks.

Belphegor shoots him a look of disdain, sliding up to you and slipping his arm around your shoulders

“I think MC gave me a great nickname~”

“You’re a guy.” Beelzebub neutrally states.

Belphie tutts. “Doesn’t matter.” His eyes sparkle at yours. “I’ll be MC’s wife no matter what~”

I KNOW I GOT CARRIED AWAY ASF FROM BELPHIES I KNOW BUT WHATEVER.

[chaoticparker]

The Project

Peter parker x f!reader

Summary: Peter really wants to ask you out but he’s not sure if he can, but when you two get partnered for a project, he just has too. 

w/c: 2.1k

w: lots of inner dialogue??? other then that its all fluff

masterlist

Peter bounced his legs against the floor of the small classroom as he waited for the teacher to hand back the quiz. He needed to get an A on this quiz, he had to. He glared over to you behind him in the back of the classroom, looking almost as anxious as he did while you were talking to your friend in the desk next to you. When his teacher stopped at the front of his desk, she smiled nicely before putting his test face down. He snatched the quiz and looked in the top right corner of the paper.

20/20

A small ‘yess’ passed his lips as he smiled. He turned, trying his best to not look suspicious, right as Ms.Locke set your paper down, “good job, y/n.”

How did you get a good job when all he got was a smile with his 100%? 

You politely smiled back and checked your test, an excited smile stretching across your lips that Peter could never get enough of. Your friend mumbled something—Peter wasn’t listening to her—and you showed your test. 

21/20

Peter quickly turned back around just as the teacher got to the front of the classroom and started explaining the next project. But his mind was still stuck on you. 

How could you get an extra point? How could you do better than him in chemistry? It’s even his best class--he is even fucking working at Stark labs, so how come you could do better than him?

He sighed as he looked at the board, trying to change his focus back to class. But of course, the little voice in his head kept going back to you. 

Don't get him wrong, it was annoying. He didn't like the fact that someone was better than him. But he weirdly liked it when you did better in something, he admired your intelligence a little too much he is willing to admit. You made him want to be better; it was exciting—so how could a small crush not form?

“…Peter and Y/n, Betty and Lucy…” Peter’s ears perked up. He was partnered with you? He turned back around to face you, eyes still wide as you looked back at him with a small wave, pursing your lips. 

“You have the weekend to finish this; it's due Monday. Let me know if you have any questions.” The bell rang just after she finished speaking. Everyone started to collect their things and then left for their next class, all while talking with their partners about meeting up on when to finish the project. 

“Hey Peter.” You appeared next to him so suddenly it made him jump. 

“Hi-“ He choked out, suddenly the hallway was getting a bit too crowded and warm for his taste. 

“Are you okay there? You're getting all red in the face.” You noted with a playful tone. 

“Shut up.” His embarrassment made him blush even harder, making you laugh even harder. 

You sighed before getting back on track. “Anyways Peter, I was thinking about after class today at your house to start working on the project, I have a couple of ideas already. I just want to get this over with as soon as possible since I have work this weekend.”

The blush somehow became more inflamed after you finished. It was cute. You decided not to comment on it, you already teased him enough for today, and you didn’t want to start the partnership off on a bad note, especially since it’s Peter. 

“Yeah, that's fine. Where do you want to meet-”

“Sorry my class is down here, I’ll text you.” You split up and walked down the corridor leaving Peter standing there amongst the wave of students pushing and shoving past each other. But Peter just stood there watching you leave...you have his number? It’s probably just from a group chat that you got it, but still, you kept it?

He couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face.

“I know you say you’re attracted to intelligence, but you were totally checking out her ass.” Ned spoke out next to Peter, he got red again while shaking his head.

“What? No, I wasn’t t-that's weird and creepy.” Peter defended himself. Starting to walk away to his and Ned's next class.

“Mhm, and then what were you doing? Daydreaming?” Ned joked. 

“Uh, yeah. Just daydreaming about-”

“Her ass?”

“NO! God, Ned, when did you start acting all-all horny all of a sudden?” Peter whispered.

“I dunno, probably around the same time you started staring at Y/n’s ass.”

“I wasn’t staring at her ass!” Peter abruptly yelled as they entered the next class. Everyone stared at Peter, making him bite his lip and lower his head. “I was not staring at her ass.” He whispered to Ned as they sat down at their table. 

“Yeah sure, but why were you talking with her anyways?” Ned asked. “I thought you didn't have the nerve to ask her out yet.”

“I’m just planning.”

“Nah man, I think you're just intimidated.” Ned interrupted him. “I bet you like it when she does better than you on a test.” He said matter-of-factly.

Peter groaned and put his hands on his face. “Please stop teasing me, Ned, she already teased me enough today.”

 “I bet you like it when she teased you-”

 “I swear Ned if you don’t shut up-” A faint buzz distracted Peter from his train of thought and he quickly grabbed his phone from his bag. A faint smile stretched across his face as he saw the notification, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Who is that?” Ned questioned.

Peter sweetly smiled. “She texted me.” He simply said. The message was simple, saying you would meet him outside from the main entrance of the building, but Peter felt weirdly excited for it. Of course he was disappointed he would be missing out on some patrol, but he was weirdly excited for the project.

 And he was nervous, extremely nervous. 

Throughout the class, Peter was just waiting to spend time with you. He couldn’t help but wonder what it was going to be like, what you were going to be like. It ashamed Peter that he hasn’t really gotten a chance to meet you, of course you had your little interactions, but you both never hung out. You’ve sat at the same lunch table in middle school, but you were always on the other end with Mj and Betty, gossiping about who knows what. Occasionally noticing your eyes catching his. 

When the final bell rang, Peter sprinted out of his seat and to the exit. Ned should say something incoherent, but Peter doesn't care, he only hopes it wasn’t rude. 

 He ended up being the first one out of the building, waiting for you by the door, hands in his pockets and eyes glued to the people pushing and shoving each other out of the building. 

 His eyes eventually landed on you—how could they not? He saw you with the same friend in your chem class, shoving and playfully teasing you. He heard your voice saying to shut up, but not what your friend were saying. 

 Your eyes met and you walked over to Peter right after you waved goodbye to your friend. 

 “Hey, you ready?” You asked. Peter just nodded, not trusting himself to talk, as you headed into the streets of New York.  “How was your last period?”

You’re interested in how his day is? “It was nice, normal english stuff, I have it with Ned which is fun.”

“That’s good, I remember you and Ned being really close back in Middle School.” You remember his friends? “He was in my history class and we would always be partners, talked about you a lot, no wonder you guys are best friends.”

Oh, you remember Ned’s friends. Not his friends.

“How was your last class?” Good, keep the conversation going. 

“Boring, I have Bio and the teacher literally has no idea how to teach the class.” You groaned. “Practically a self taught class.”

“Yeah, well, I bet you’re acing it.” Peter smiled, looking back to you to admire your face. 

“I guess, I help some of the other kids in my class since I have the highest grade in the class—“ Of course. “—so they pay me to tutor them, easy money but it’s such a pain.” You dramatically sighed and Peter laughed. 

“In my math class I help some kids too, but they don’t pay me…”

“Calc 3 isn’t an AP though, AP bio kids are desperate.” You laughed. “You took it last year though, can’t imagine taking it then.”

“You’re one to talk, didn’t you take calc 3 last year? I should be asking how you took it last year.” 

Peter and you ended up in front of his apartment building and he opened the door for you, then quickly caught up to you to press the up button for the elevator. 

 “I can push a button and open a door, you know.” You joked, slightly nudging him. 

 Peter felt the all too familiar blush coat his cheeks again. “Well, you know…” Think, Peter, think. “I read an article that said like 30 percent of people in the world don’t wash their hands and if 6 percent of people in the world live in New York, about 0.02% of New Yorkers don’t wash their hands. So you can never be too careful.” 

The elevator door dinged and you both entered, Peter of course, pressing the button to his level. 

“And I just like being a gentleman.” Peter high-fived himself for the little flirting, and had to make sure that he told Ned about it. 

“You better not just be flirting so I end up doing all of the work.” You joked, but Peter got nervous. 

 “What? No! I would never-”

 “Pete it’s okay, I’m just teasing.” The elevator door dinged just as Peter let out a sigh of relief, but he also almost shit himself, Pete, you might as well make out with him in this very elevator. 

 “Speaking of work I had a couple of ideas for the project.” You segued into the whole reason you two were here together, walking out of the elevator and why Peter was unlocking his door right now. “I was thinking about focusing on the chemicals dumped into the shipping bay and how it reacts with everything else.”

 Peter nodded his head, fumbling with his key but eventually doing it right and opening the door. “That sounds good, I actually have some samples from the bay that we could use too. I doubt  the data the docks are putting out is right.”

 “How’d you get that?” You calmly asked as you looked around his apartment, seeing various pictures with an older woman, one who shared similarities to him, that must be his aunt. 

 Peter, on the other hand, was freaking out right now. 

 He only collected those samples for a Spider-man ‘mission’; he was just going to blackmail those companies to stop them from dumping chemicals, but how could he tell you that?

“Oh, uh, I was just... bored.” Peter mumbled. “Anyways, we can work in here.” Peter showed you to his room. And as quickly as Peter moved on from the last topic, you just as quickly got started on the project. 

 And before you knew it, a couple hours had passed and you were almost done with everything. 

 “I should probably get home soon, it’s getting dark.” You said suddenly, causing Peter to jump. He looked at the clock and saw it was getting late, really late even.

 “Do you need me to walk you home?” He offered with a smile. He helped you gather your bag and all of your supplies, just trying to be a gentleman as he put it.

 “No, I think I’ll be okay, I’m actually just down the street.” He walked you to the door, but he didn’t want you to go. 

 “Is there something else you want to ask me, Pete.” Fuck, that name, please kiss me already.

 “Oh,” you can do it Peter come on. “Would you like to, y’know, go out sometime?”

 You smiled and could see the blush appearing on his cheeks, he looked so perfect. “I’d love to, Pete.”

 “Great, so I could pick you up or-” 

You leaned in and put your hand on his face, cupping his cheek. You hesitated, subtly asking if he was okay with it, and he leaned forward and kissed you. It was a nice kiss, sweet, simple, but oh-so perfect. 

 When you parted, his blush had gotten much more noticeable, and so much cuter. “Or we could do that again.”

[astarlow]

hi!! if ur requests r still open could i possibly have either a ashe x fem reader angst to fluff writing prompt (if u can! if u can’t that’s 100% fine and you can just turn it into a one shot or something else!!) maybe like a mission went wrong or a argument broke out, it’s up to u! i hope u have a nice day!! keep up the amazing work!! 💖💖

Characters: Ashe Form: One-shot/Writing prompt Word count: 4791 Warning: Heavy injuries, coma, clear description of injuries, death Writing Prompt: "Please don't let me be alone" "This isn't what I wanted" Synopsis: After a major fail, Ashe is worried you're not going to make it A/n: I took a writing prompt from one of my prompt lists. I hope this is what you wanted! If not, don't hesitate to hit me up with another request. I am honoured some of you are still sticking around and I couldn't be happier. Thank you for the kind words! I admit I didn't expect it to be this long. Still, I wish it'll be to your satisfaction. I hope you have a nice day as well!

There's not a second that passes by when Ashe isn't planning some heist. It became her routine and soon enough, you followed her through this routine.

"Alright treasure, you're ready for the heist?" You check over your weapon, securing it in your hand. You test your comms to see if you hear one of your comrades. You give her a nod once you make sure everything is good to go.

"Ready to go." She throws you a wig and false ID. You catch it with nonchalance, placing it on your head easily. You had it made tailored after all. 

“Go drive the truck then, you remember the plan don’t you?” You take the key from her hand, a smile gracing your features.

“Of course, I do. You explained it to me multiple times. Drive the truck to the location, and switch it with our partners. Inspect the goods and then secure them. All the while you’re dealing with the police or whoever will try to foil our plan.” She chuckles, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“That’s right pumpkin, go. I’ll gather the crew.” You leave a kiss on the corner of her lips then leave the room. Ashe lets you go with a smirk. This would be an easy heist. After all, it couldn’t be really called a heist. It is just an exchange for them to gather some weapons and supplies for their next big heist. She goes into their hideout, going over the plan one last time with them. 

You await your partner for this mission in the truck. You are the one driving it today. They scramble into the truck when they are being yelled at by Ashe. You can’t help but chuckle, she doesn’t like to be late. Especially for a transaction. Unfortunately, in the Deadlock Gang, not a lot of them liked to be on time. 

“Ready to go Alex?” They grumble something under their breath that you cannot quite grasp. “Still sleepy, huh? Try to sleep during the drive to the rendezvous place. It’s a two-hour drive.” 

“Really? Don’t need me to check things or something?” You shake your head, hands on the wheel.

“Nah, and in that state, I don’t think you’d be very efficient.” They guffaw at your remark and nod their head along.

“That’s right lass! Don’t mind my tired ass then.” You start the truck and follow your GPS with ease. Those roads are familiar to you, you are used to driving on them. There’s another truck behind you, containing more goods. B.O.B also hides in it to make sure no one tries to steal from you. You play some music to keep yourself focused, humming along with the tune whenever you know the music. Alex doesn’t seem to mind either. They are probably in a deep slumber, you could use a quick nap too but it would come after this mission. 

‘Is everything alright?’

“We’re literally on the road Ashe, I don’t know what could go wrong,” you respond, amused at her question.

‘Just checking in on you, everything could go wrong. You know that. Don’t let your guard down’ That is something you couldn’t deny. You had multiple heists that went horribly wrong in a matter of minutes. You know she is worried, rightfully and something in your body stirs. Like it is a warning when Sam and Chris spoke up.

‘Boss is getting soft!’

‘Trust her would you Ashe? She’s your partner after all, and not just partner in crime” You hear them bickering in the background until the comms are shut down. You try to smile at their childishness but the feeling doesn’t stop nor soften. Instead, it picks up as you are approaching your destination. You gulp down your nervousness, trying to rationalize. Everything would go perfectly. Ashe went over this plan times and times again, to find any flaws. 

You stop at the red light, rubbing your hands. Only twenty more minutes and they will arrive at the location. You breathe deeply in, exhaling after a few seconds. This is going to be okay. 

“Wow lass, you’re in quite a state,” they mumble. You see one of their eyes is open and staring at you. “You’re even sweating, stressed much about this? It’s just an exchange, the boss and her crew will deal with reinforcements. We just gotta do our parts and be on our merry way.” You know they’re right. You convince yourself they are right but your body doesn’t want to agree.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s just an exchange, right? Everything will be fine.”

You drive into the rendezvous place. It’s a giant hideout, a bit like the one you have back in New Mexico. It’s a little bit empty though. 

“Ahhh, if it isn’t the Queen’s lass, how are you doin’?” You smile when you see one of your informants. This is going to be fine.

Ashe inspects the location, outside of the hideout. She has her trusted rifle with her as she scans the landscape. She doesn’t see any enemy and something doesn’t feel right for her. She knows, somehow, the police always get their hands on some pieces of information about her heist. They only arrive too late to capture them.

“Alex, how is the exchange going?” She uses her comms to communicate with the second team. She knows you’re talking to the other gang, making sure every item on the list is here. 

‘Everything’s good, we’re halfway through. For now, they have everything ready for us. There’s just this annoying beeping, I wish they could shut it down you know? Meh, I guess they like-’ a first explosion inside the hideout cuts the conversation short. Ashe’s eyes widen as she finally hears the sirene of the police.

“An ambush… Those dirty dogs fucking ambushed us! Everyone! Get in place! Let’s show them who’s ruling this land!” 

“Aye, aye Ashe!” She takes her rifle and takes down the wheels of two cars so they crash into each other. 

“Alex? Alex, do you hear me? Is everyone okay? Is (Y/n)-”

‘I-I don’t see her anymore boss… We’ve been separated when the first bomb exploded. Debris fell down and we can't access the other side.’ Their breathing is ragged and she curses herself. This mission was supposed to be safe. She better be safe. 

“Get your asses back here with whoever you can find. Hold the fort while I’ll search for her, understand?” 

‘Of course, bo-’ A second and a third explosion ring and nothing could get worse at this point. The whole hideout collapses on itself, the foundation starts to sink and even the entrance is blocked. She punches a nearby wall, gritting her teeth in anger. She notices in the corner of her eyes that two are smiling from ears to ears. She notes it somewhere in the back of her mind, heading to the hideout. She examined the plan of this hideout, there is more than one entrance or exit. And she intends to find them.

“(Y/n), do you hear me?”

‘...’ There is noise but no coherent sentence coming out.

“Answer me, do you hear me? Are you alright?” 

‘I- B.O.B- blood-’ the comms keep shutting down and she wonders if it is because of all the debris. And everything she hears is not reassuring her. 

“I’m coming for you, you better stay alive in the meantime.” 

‘No!- place is coming down- dare- come in-’

“You think I’m leaving you behind? Ain’t no way this is happening doll, I’m getting your ass back to the base.” She runs toward one of the entrances but to her disappointment, it’s blocked by debris. 

‘It’s no use Ashe-’ she clearly hears your voice without the interference and her heart sinks when she hears your broken voice. She clearly knows you’re crying right now. ‘My left arm is blocked under some rubble and I can’t get it out. I can’t feel my arm anymore… My ears are ringing- My head is spinning and I- I can barely form any coherent sentence. At least, B.O.B is with me. Maybe I won’t die alone… I don’t want to die Elizabeth. I’m scared.’ Time stops for a moment and she forgets to breathe. She’s not letting you die, you’re not dying. Not now and not anytime soon.

“I don’t care, we’re going back to the base together. B.O.B get her out through any means. Move mountains if you have to but both of you are getting out of here. You’re not dying here, get it?!” 

You shake your head at her stubbornness. What couldn’t she understand? You wish she’d whisper you some comforting words but you also know this is her way of comforting you. It shows she cares, even in a dire situation like this one. B.O.B tilts his head to the side, looking around him and at you. He definitely couldn’t lift the rubble crushing your arm but if he does, he could get you out. He has scanned the hideout and already marked an exit when you entered the hideout. He walks around, searching for anything to help you. 

Ashe gave him an order and he also appreciates you. He would do anything to save you, including moving mountains. You stare at him, rummaging through the debris to find something useful while you’re slowly losing consciousness. There’s so much blood around you, all of this coming from you. Your breathing accelerates but they are quite shallow. You can hear your heart rate getting higher and higher but there’s nothing you can do to stop the bleeding. Maybe you would die here, in the dark. 

“I should've known it wouldn’t be an easy mission…” you mutter to yourself. B.O.B comes back with a knife and your eyes widen. “Wow- what are you planning to do with that-” you suck in it a breath when you realize what he wants to do. “O-ok, just make it quick.” 

Ashe fights back against the police with one in a lifetime brutality and ferocity. All of her frustration and worries, she takes it out on them. They deserve it. 

“Boss! We’re almost out of ammunition! We can’t stay here forever! What use is there for us here? We lost our goods!” She bites her lower lip, thinking about this situation quickly.

“Retreat first, I’ll stay here until we’re good to go!” The Deadlock gang starts to assemble, getting in the truck to quickly leave the scene. She shots an officer in the head before hiding behind a building. She’s going to run out of ammunition soon.

“Uhm- Boss… BOSS! B.O.B is here!” She snaps her hide to the side, seeing B.O.B coming out of the hideout with a bloodied woman. And this woman, she recognizes it as her lover. Your left arm had disappeared and a cloth is wrapped around it to prevent any more blood from escaping. Her own blood is boiling when she sees you in this state. You are unconscious at this point.

“Let’s get out of here then!” She throws her last dynamite at the police, making it explode when it is near them enough. She enters the car and B.O.B deposits you in the backseat while he drives the car. Elizabeth takes a seat next to you, checking the damage.

"You guys get back to the hideout, take the wounded to different hospitals under fake IDs."

'Aye Ashe'

B.O.B drives to the nearest hospital at a frightening speed. He has already committed multiple infractions but he couldn't care less. She, on the other hand, is losing her cool seeing all the blood on you. Your arm is missing and a pool of blood is forming on the seat.

"Shit, that's a ton of blood..." She keeps her hands on your wound, applying pressure on it. She isn't a doctor but she knows she needs to stop that blood from flowing out of your body. She notices your breath is slowing down and her heart skips a beat. “Don’t you dare die here you hear me? B.O.B, faster!” He pushes his foot on the accelerator, avoiding the cars on the road with ease. 

Once they arrive at the hospital, there are multiple people waiting outside with a stretcher. Ashe carries you to the stretcher until they take care of you. She can’t hear what they are saying but based on their expressions, they are just as shocked as she is. They head to the operating room while she is told to stay in the waiting room along with B.O.B. 

She taps her feet against the ground, staring at the surgery room. She thinks about what she could have done better for you to avoid being in this mess. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing you but as time passes by, it feels like this possibility is getting more real. Time feels incredibly slow when she’s waiting. Each minute that passes by without knowing your state is like an eternity. It’s killing her from the inside.

She is taken out of her thought when B.O.B hands her a bottle of water and new clothes. With this situation at hand, she forgets she’s still bloodied from carrying you and probably dirty from the confrontation with the police. She sighs as she heads to the bathroom. This is going to be a long day, one she is sure she’s not going to forget.

After a few hours, a surgeon comes out of the surgery room. He looks at Ashe from head to toes, asking her to follow him. She squints at him, knowing he is suspicious of her. Nonetheless, she’s in a hospital and she won’t cause a ruckus here. She has manners after all. The surgeon takes her outside of the hospital, as he lits his cigarette, he stares at her.

“You know, the police are offering quite a big bounty for your head. And with this lady here, I’m sure we could use it against you. Fortunately for you, I am too old to meddle with you gangsters.” He stuffs his hands into his pockets, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “You’re lucky though, Dr Ziegler is here and she told me she’d try her best to help your friend here. Although her state is more than critical, I have faith in her. I wouldn’t have high hopes nonetheless, she still lost an important quantity of blood when she lost her arm. All of this combined with severe head injuries, I hope for you she’s a fighter.” She doesn’t say anything but she is relieved to hear they would still help her. 

When they exit the surgery, she stops breathing for a moment. She almost cannot bear to hear the news. Dr Ziegler sees her and something in her stand shifts. At first, she tenses up but when she recognizes the dread on her face, she approaches her. 

“Are you with her?” She mutters a weak answer and Angela cannot treat this woman as a wanted criminal, for now. She just sees a caring woman awaiting the news. Almost like every patient she had. “Her state is stable for the moment. We had to put her through coma because of serious brain injuries and important blood loss. She’ll likely wake up in the next few weeks but it is still uncertain. We’ll check her vitals every hour for the next week and come back to you for a clearer checkup. You can visit her during visiting hours, and talk to her like you would any other time. I’ll just ask you to not cause any more commotion Ashe. If you do, I won’t hesitate to call a higher authority.” 

“Don’t worry. I’m not dumb enough to try something right here and right now.” She appears satisfied with this answer and leaves with a nod. She heads to your room and each step she takes is heavy. She has to drag herself there. B.O.B is standing in front of the door, waiting for her to come in. She opens the door while asking B.O.B to watch over the hallways and to warn her if someone suspicious asks to enter the room.

You lay on a bed, cleaned and with a new set of clothes. The left sleeve is empty and she knows why. She takes out her wig and her hat, placing them on the table. She sits on the chair, arms crossed before her chest and gaze directed at you.

“This isn’t what I wanted… It was supposed to go flawlessly with no casualties. Especially not you.” She admires you and you look so peaceful right now. Yet, in her mind, she still hears your desperate voice.

‘I don’t want to die Elizabeth. I’m scared.’ She holds your hand in hers, kissing the back of it.

“You won’t ever be alone darling, you won’t ever be scared. I’m just asking you to come back to me. You’re my treasure, I wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me. Even death. So please, come back. Please, don't let me be alone.” She surely sounds selfish right at this moment but it’s true. You’re her everything and she couldn’t lose you so soon. Not when you still have so much to live alongside her. She can’t bear the thought of burying you into the cold ground. 

B.O.B enters the room when someone informs him the visit hours are over. He scurries inside the room, noticing Elizabeth holding your hands while she tells you of all the plans she wants you to be a part of her. She turns her head when she hears B.O.B and he points behind him. She watches the clock and gets up. She kisses you on your forehead, putting her wig and hat back.

“Goodnight, darling,” she whispers then closes the door. 

Once she’s out of the hospital, she takes in her phone and calls her trusty right-hand man.

“Frankie, care to dig in some pieces of information for me?”

‘Sure boss, what do you need?’

“Tell me anything you can find on Sam and Chris. I’ve got a nasty feeling about them. If you find anything that can be linked to today’s disaster, inform me of it. I want to make the traitors pay.”

‘Wow, you sure are angry about it. Sure, I’ll scout their devices and recent visits. I’ll tell you when I find something juicy.’ She closes her phone, deciding to take her mind off for a while.

She spends the next weeks visiting you at least once a week. She still needs to fix that fiasco of last time. She finds time for you though. Always. It’s another day of visits when Frankie arrives. 

“Ashe, we found the traitor. You’re not gonna like this, it might be best if we leave the room for a moment.” She stares at him for a moment then takes her hat back. She gets up, listening to his advice to avoid any disturbance in her sleeping presence. She has hope for you, she knows you’ll wake up. It is just a matter of time. It doesn’t hurt less nonetheless.

She places her back against the wall, outside of the hospital where no one can hear them. She tilts her head to the side, showing him she is ready to hear what he has learnt. He scratched the back of his neck, handing her multiple papers.

“As you feared, it is indeed Sam and Chris who betrayed us. They sold us out to the authority a week before the operation started. We’ve tied them up in one of our cells and we’re awaiting your orders boss.” Her eyebrows twitch from anger and she restrains herself from causing a ruckus near a hospital. She has some control over herself after all. She reads the papers closer and grits her teeth.

Two of her own sold them out. They are the Deadlock Gang, they are family and they sold the entire family for what? Some money and protection from the authority. The gang has clear rules. Only four rules: keep your word, don’t work with the law, respect each other’s territory and always punish betrayal. And oh boy, she is going to punish them. 

“Soften them up, I’m going to collect some tools.” He acknowledges her words and leaves fast enough. 

“Miss Caledonia? (Y/n) has woken up.” She snaps her head to the side, glaring at Dr Ziegler. “Do be careful when you’ll be talking to her. She might be confused as to where she is and what happened to her. Especially after she lost her arm. We can suggest she get a prosthetic if it bothers her. Today’s technology has improved a lot more-” she doesn’t wait for her to finish her sentence as she is dashing inside the hospital. Angela watches her leave with a sigh, although the smile on her face tells a lot more than it should.

“(Y/n)!?” She calls out once she reaches the room. You’re sitting up, talking to a nurse about your condition. The nurse in question glares at her for shouting loudly. She finishes her sentence and leaves you both alone. 

“H-hey ‘Liz…” your voice is quite hoarse. She should’ve expected it, it’s been a few weeks and you couldn’t use your voice. She approaches you with a frown.

“You do that one more time and I’ll be the one putting you in a bed hospital.” Your eyes widen and you smile at her. “You don’t know how much I’ve been worried about you. If it weren’t for the fact you’re recovering, I would be kicking your ass.” You mention her to come closer and she does it reluctantly. You attempt to hug her but it’s pitiful. You can’t even wrap your arm around her and you can’t lift yourself to embrace her fully. She, on the other hand, hugs you tightly, afraid to let go.

“You scared me to death treasure.” She tightens her grasp and you place your head in the crook of her neck.

“I didn’t mean to. At least, I’m here, aren’t I?” 

“What about your arm?” She cups your cheek with one of her hands to look you in the eyes. You shake your head, staring lovingly at her.

“It’s just an arm. The nurse told me I could get a prosthetic while I’m recovering and I said yes. It’s an arm, it’s not my life. I can get it replaced. I don’t mind it much.” She sits on the side of the bed, watching you for a while.

“It’s going to get some for you to get used to it,  you know that right?” 

“As I said, I don’t mind. You’ll be here anyway, right? Like you promised.” 

“I’m sorry what?”

“You said it yourself, I won’t ever be alone. I won’t ever be scared-”

“I’m just asking you to come back to me. Guess you heard me huh?” She hides her blush from you by looking away. You muffle a burst of laughter, shuffling closer to you.

“Hmm, yes. It was adorable. Thanks for sticking by ‘Liz.”

Time Skip

“This is really weird.” You move your new arm around and it feels heavier than your original one. Of course, it would. Unlike the one you had, it is made of steel and not of flesh and skin. You’re on one of the couches in your living room, Elizabeth sitting next to you.

“Give yourself time darlin’, it’s only been four days since you’ve been discharged.” You lay your head on her lap and stare at the ceiling. You still can’t believe what you have gone through. The fact you are still alive scared you sometimes, when you wake up in sweats and your new limb is hurting you, you remind yourself that you are indeed alive. 

“Hmm. I guess.” There is a slight silence before you talk again.

“I was thinking ‘Liz, could we take some of the money we earn and donate to some charities? I know, we’re criminals but after what happened to me, I want to thank her, thank them.” She mulls over your proposition, patting your head. She told you about those two doctors who decided to not call the police on you. You felt grateful to them and you feel you owed them something after their act of kindness.

“I guess we could, this doctor did save your ass and the one didn’t snitch us. It’s not like we’re running out of money either. With those heists we’ve been pulling, I guess you can go on a spending spree. Then choose one or two, or ten, I don’t care. Just don’t go over 10 million dollars, alright? We do need to get more weapons, supplies and food.” You clap your hands in excitement but immediately regret it when you touch the cold steel. You wince a little bit but get up and kiss her cheek.

“Thanks ‘Liz!” Only you get up a little bit too quickly and you lose balance. Elizabeth catches you with difficulty since she was also sitting on the couch. 

“Take it easy treasure, you’re still recovering. I just told you.” You rub the back of your head, blushing a bit from embarrassment. You tend to forget you just woke up from a deep slumber a few weeks ago. Your body still isn’t accustomed to this new prosthetic either.

“Right, sorry. I was just overexcited. After all, you gave me a big budget.” 

“The money will still be here. Think about who you’re going to give it to. Don’t give it to some crappy or shady ones.”

“Of course! I’ll do my research.” Once you give the money, you decide to go to that doctor’s office to thank her in person. And, you bring Elizabeth with you. Of course, she has a better costume than before so no one could actually recognize her. She’s groaning because she doesn’t want to but you kind of forced her to accompany you.

“Come on, it won’t be that bad. I just want to thank her, give her the flowers and leave. I already told her I’d come so you’re stuck with me.” You link your arms with her and drag her across the street. She rubs her temples and follows you.

“I’m stuck with you.” You enter her office with ease, presenting your name to her secretary, she guided you to her office. She is reading some documents when she sees you. You wave at her and Elizabeth doesn’t say anything. She knows what she sounds like, she doesn’t want her new cover to blow up.

“Dr Ziegler, is that right?” She gets up from her seat, extending a hand to you. You shake it with your new arm, surprising her.

“Please, call me Angela, Ms. (L/n). I see you have accustomed to your new limb. You’re quite a fast learner.” 

“Ah please, call me (Y/n) then. And yeah, with the right people it can become a lot easier.” You wink at Elizabeth and she scoffs at your antics. “Anyways, I just wished to thank you from the bottom of my heart. My partner told me you were one of the doctors who saved my life. So, please accept these.” You hand her a bouquet of flowers, a letter you have written and some Swiss Chocolate. You did some research and learnt she is from Switzerland. You hope she would like them.

“These are for me? You shouldn’t have. All in a day of work, I’m just glad I’ve been able to save you.” She places the gifts on her table, admiring the flowers for a minute before smiling at you. “Partner, you say? It’s a shame she couldn’t come, and you are her friend?” She glances at Ashe and she only gives a nod, avoiding the discussion. “Hmm, strange. I’ve got the feeling I’ve already seen you somewhere.” 

“Anyway, we’ve got to go. It’s been a pleasure Dr- Angela! I hope you’ll have a nice day! Bye!” You take Elizabeth by the hand and leave the building while laughing along the way. 

“Nice friend, you are, aren’t you?” You say with a smirk and Elizabeth throws her wig away.

“Shut up. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t drag me here.” 

“Yeah, that’s how nice of a friend you are.” You keep laughing while Elizabeth only sighs. She couldn’t complain too much. If it weren’t for this doctor, you would’ve been gone. That’s something she can’t imagine nor does she want to. You’re here. It’s the only that mattered to her right now.

[wild-west-wind]

Your thoughts on the uptick on tourist/ wildlife conflict? Seems like it’s every week this season!!!

Oh gosh.

It has been bad this year. We’re on track to have the most injuries of any year in recent history.

So I’m of the belief that this comes down to a couple things, one of which is going to expose a major personal bias of mine (you’ll know it when you see it):

There aren’t enough Rangers this year to keep folks appraised of the rules: So this year we’re operating on a highly reduced staff. Most years Interpretive Rangers are out in force, and we’d be able to keep folks away from animals, respond to calls about wildlife jams (traffic jams caused by animals, either by their standing in the road, or by folks stopping to look). That gives us the ability to both educate the public about safe wildlife viewing rules, and prevent folks from getting into situations that might be dangerous.

People Don’t Read Signs: This is a maxim in the NPS, folks just... they don’t try to read the signs, or the park newspaper, or anything. They will make no effort to educate themselves for their own safety, and will deliberately misread signs they understand to try and get away with things they want to do, which brings me to...

People want a ‘unique’ experience: People right now, for better and worse, are inundated with social media. There’s an expectation that there are things you need to see, because that’s What You Do in the area. Add to that though that folks are always going to want something that other people don’t have. That means getting closer to the bear for that great picture. Getting closer to the bison because ‘he seems calm.’

The Government Encouraged Unprepared Folks to Come into Wilderness Spaces: When COVID was first getting serious, many state and local governments encouraged people to go outside, go camping and hiking. The CDC is still saying that camping is an extremely low risk activity. As a result a FLOOD of people with no outdoor experience rushed into outdoor places. Zero preparation, zero outdoor knowledge, all these people who would usually vacation in Hawaii are trying to visit the few National Parks that they know offhand. As a result they are used to a resort-type experience, and assume that the space they’re entering is as controlled of an experience as a big hotel complex in the Bahamas. They are, of course, wrong.

The Disney-fication of Wild Spaces

Movies: People get these images in their heads of movie characters, especially Disney movie characters, having these magical experiences with animals. They hold out their hands, and the animal comes to them. They think they have a special connection with wildlife, that they’re different than those fools who get hurt. They hold onto this mindset and do things that they really shouldn’t be doing because they want to think they’re special.

Theme Parks: So Disney has made a lot of money off making fake, sanitized versions of America’s outdoor spaces, packaging them and selling them to folks. People see the old 1903 Inn near where I worked last year, and their first response is always “Oh like the one in Disneyland!” This is the introduction a lot of first-time National Park travelers have to our park. Then they come out here, where there are no smoke machines on the hot springs, they are boiling; there are no safe animals; there are countless ways to die, even in the front country; and they have NO IDEA how to deal with that. Their image of a National Park is a sanitized theme park area, so they show up here asking “What are the Best Attractions to do here?” and assuming that they are as safe here as they would be in Disneyland. They assume we wouldn’t let them do anything dangerous, and wouldn’t allow dangerous things to come to them, because of course! There’s just this fundamental misunderstanding about what National Parks are for. Yeah, we want you to have a good time, but this isn’t a theme park and if someone can’t get their head around that they’re going to always be in a more dangerous spot that someone else.

This is America and I’ll Do What I Want: Self explanatory.

Anyway, here are the rules for seeing large wildlife:

Stay 25 yards (25m) away from all large animals, except...

When watching bear and wolves stay 100 yards (100m) away

If an animals moves toward you, it is on YOU to maintain that distance

In a car you are not obligated to maintain that distance

If you’re watching a bear from your car you probably want to keep your windows up

Do not feed animals, or by inaction cause an animal to eat human food

A fed animal is a dead animal

Wildlife management doesn’t want to remove animals, but by feeding the animal you killed it

Throwing a bite of food to a bear is as good for that bear as you getting out of your car with a shotgun and pumping a dozen rounds of buckshot into its face

A habituated bear is more likely to hurt humans in the future, so feeding that animal might also get a person hurt or killed

Even squirrels and birds (but we won’t have to remove them, they’ll just die by themselves)

If an animal changes its behavior because you’re around, you should move further away from it

Do not fly drones near animals (they are illegal in National Parks anyway, but it stresses them out A LOT)

Remember you are a house guest in this animal’s home, be a good guest by practicing leave no trace

If the next person to pass by where you were can tell you were there, you did not practice leave no trace

This means no making cairns, no painting rocks, no carving your name into a tree

Do not disturb anything you don’t have to

[the-winter-spider]

Love You More | pt.8

TASM! Peter x Reader, Bucky x Reader (past)

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A/N: Fight scene is next! Not looking forward to that i suck at writing them so i’ll probably stick close to the script for that or just be very vague with it, not edited or proof read!

TW! This part mentions suicide

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Sam stood on his front porch, his phone still clutched in his hand as he stared at the call log. He let out a breath, hitting your name bringing the phone to his ear, when he heard it go straight to voicemail he let out a groan, squeezed his phone so hard that if he had that serum running through his veins he definitely would have crushed his phone. 

He was feeling a mixture of emotions, he was frustrated with how vague you were, he was mad at Bucky for clearly not telling him everything he seen the headlines about you, the video footage of you walking out on Bucky followed by lightning lighting up the sky he thought it was just a fight, an argument because he knew first hand how stubborn Bucky could be but you were always so reasonable, Steve use to tell him you were the glue that kept them together, he was hoping that would be the case with Bucky, you and him. 

He knew this wasn't going to be easy, everything changed but he gave you your space, gave you time but 6 months was such a long time. He was nervous every goddamn day he would check his phone from any sign that you were alive and well, he would check the news. When he heard in the news a single lightning strike cracked a 100 year old tree in half, he felt some sort of relief but it was clearly intentional, he tried to get Bucky to talk to him but he was like a broken record with the whole “None of your business” 

But he was so fucking nervous right now, that sounded like a goodbye and not just a see you later one like you told him but a your never gonna see me again goodbye. His mind couldn't stop playing one of the last conversations with Steve he ever had about you on repeat. 

2023 - A little before Steve Rogers Passing 

“Hey Sam?” 

“Yeah Cap?”

A small smile played on his face “You know you can stop calling me that, the shields yours”

An eye roll played out on Sam’s face “You’re always gonna be my Captain” 

Nostalgia was written all over Steve’s face before it fell flat “Y/N hasn’t came by since the stones, i haven't heard from her, im worried Sam”

“I’ve stopped by multiple times, called texted shes just not answering, I dont know whats going on”

“Bucky won't tell me anything” he paused, liar Steve thought before continuing “They must be fighting again” a small smile on his face thinking of all Bucky’s and yours stupid fights. 

Sam snorted “Makes two of us, i think shes just not handling all this” He gestured to Steve laying in a hospital bed “Well” 

Steve nodded, he opened and closed his mouth, debating if he should say what he was thinking before starting “I know this is asking a lot of you Sam, but you need to look after her”

“You know i will Cap, always, shes family to me too”

“I'm gonna tell you something that only Y/N, Tony, Fury and I knew, you can't tell Bucky it’ll just make things worse”

“Yeah of course, my lips are sealed”

Steve nodded “Y/n, she didn't just go for a walk, fall asleep and wake up here” he referred to the 2000’s “She died” 

Sam’s mouth dropped “What? that wasn’t in any file?”

“I know because we decided it was best kept a secret but a little bit after she woke up she couldn’t remember much but it came back to her, she was hysterical, we had to sedate her. It was like everything she felt before hit her all at once…. but we got her to talk, it wasn’t uncommon after the war for people to commit suicide”

Sam’s eyes went wide not liking where this was headed. 

“Y/n, she lost us, she didn’t have anyone left. She attended not one but two funerals where there was no body, I couldn't imagine what she felt.” Steve brought his eyes to look at Sam’s because he didn't want to say it and he knew with Sam he wouldn’t have to “She, did it Sam, she went to — and she did”

“Steve, that's a lot” Sam got up, he started pacing near the foot of the bed “That changes everything, i gotta —“

Steve cut him off “I know its a lot as long as you know she's in there and alive that's all that matters Sam”

“Why didn't you tell Bucky, that's his girl” 

“He went through a lot, he was healing, she was healing, she promised me everything was fine”

“He’d kick down that door if he knew”

Steve had a small smile “Yeah i know he would, he wouldn’t let her out of his site, she's his everything”

“Any idea why they’d be fighting?”

Steve shrugged “Can't say i do Sam” he knew of course he did, Bucky came to him 2 weeks ago asking for advice about you. How he didnt know he was anymore, didn't know who you were anymore. That he didn’t want to drag you through the dark tunnel of finding out who he was now, Steve told him that was stupid. 

That’d you’d be more hurt by him saying he needed space, that he needed time because the two of you were already on borrowed time. Steve promised he wouldn’t say anything no matter how badly he wanted to, because he hoped at the time the two of you would sort this out before it was time for him to go but by the looks of things that wasn't the case. It was a secret that was coming with him to the grave, he knew Bucky would tell Sam when he was ready, when that trust was built he just hoped it wasn’t gonna be too late. 

The front door swung open “What the hell Sam? Was that y/n?! Don't even lie to me i heard you say her name” Bucky’s brows were creased, pointing his finger at Sam. 

Sam didnt say anything quite yet, he could see the smoke coming out of Bucky’s ears, he knew he had to tell him. It was the only way he couldn’t think of any other excuse that he wouldn’t question “We should go inside”

Sam turned to walk inside but Bucky grabbed his arm to stop him. Sam stared in his eyes. He could tell how worried he was, he could see the panic, the heartache, the sacrifices but most importantly the love he had for you. Sam kept walking nodded for Bucky to follow him to the table, he could hear his heavy footsteps trailing behind him. 

He pulled a chair out and plopped down, Bucky stood there with his arms crossed “Sit down Buck”

“No” 

“Bucky sit down” 

Bucky lingered a little longer before giving in, pulling out the chair across from Sam “You better start talking Sam” 

“I will, under one condition you don't interrupt me and know I only didn't tell you because Steve made me promise”

Bucky nodded so Sam started “One of the last time’s i went to visit Steve, he told me something that only he, Fury, Stark and of course y/n knew. It wasn’t in any of her files for good reasons, it was only needed to know per situation information, that's why he didn’t tell you. He knew you were recovering, you were bettering yourself and this would have held you back, he told me he knew y/n would tell you when she was ready” He paused “What do you know about the night she disappeared?”

Still a scowl on his face he responded “That Peggy told her about Steve, after the funeral she just disappeared. Steve told me she fell asleep by our spot, that she just woke up and it was 2012, the ground absorbed her or something, right?”

Sam shook his head “She didn’t fall asleep Buck”

“What do you mean she didn't fall asleep? So Steve lied to me?”

“Bucky, she died”

Bucky stood up, his chair flying back “What do you mean she died? So she's a ghost?! Stupidest thing i've ever heard!” He was pacing now. “Why’d they lie to me!” He slammed his fist down on the table making Sarah jump in the kitchen 

“She committed suicide” Sam wanted to break eye contact with Bucky because now he knew what you meant when you told him how Bucky’s ocean eyes would suck you in like a whirl pool, and Sam was drowning trying to get out as they filled with water

Bucky shook his head “No, no, no why would she do that Sam? Did he say why she would do that, my girl wouldn’t do that, she, she — “

“She lost both of you Buck, she lost you then she lost Steve. You two were all she had, man. There were no bodies to bury, she never got closure. Can't imagine what she was feeling” 

Bucky walked over taking a seat on the couch, he had millions of questions that he was scared to ask since the answer to his last one was weighing him down he was sure this was one he’d never be able to get off his shoulders. 

“Steve said they ran tests and they were never able to find out how she was resurrected but there assuming it had to do with her powers there was no other logical explanation” 

Bucky nodded, as silence took over for a brief moment, the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Till Bucky jumped up off of the couch “She lost Steve”

“We all lost Steve”

“No you dont get it” Bucky ran his hands down his face “She lost Steve, and I - fuck, im so stupid. I wasn't thinking, ``I gotta call her Sam, this is bad, do you think she w-would do it again?”

“Woah Buck, slow down” Sam was standing now “What are you talking about?”

“I told her I needed time, Sam, she gave me the ring back, we broke up. She lost me then she lost Steve” 

“Did Steve know?”

“Of course he knew, he told me i was stupid, i am stupid”

“He knew, that's why he told me, he knew she was gonna lose both of you all over again” Sam’s eyes widened “That was her on the phone, she told me she was proud of me, she was saying goodbye Buck” 

“Well, call her back!” Bucky shouted 

“I tried it goes straight to voicemail”

“She called me” Bucky whispered “A day ago, she didn't say anything but I could hear her, then she just hung up” he paused “What if she already…”

“Don't say it Buck, she's not, she can't be” 

“We gotta go now, we gotta go to her place and kick her door down!” Bucky was already walking to the door

“48 hours ago a single lightning strike hit a 100 year old tree in the park” Sam blurted out 

Bucky froze he knew exactly what he meant, and he knew exactly what you were doing when you did that “She let me go” he whispered, wiping the tear that escaped before turning around “She was letting me — us go” his voice cracked 

“Do you know where else she could have gone? 

“Hey guys?” Sarah spoke from the kitchen “I hate to interrupt but you might wanna see this”

Both men entered the kitchen staring at the TV as Spiderman was on a video call with a news reporter but with his mask off. 

“Just the truth.” Spiderman spoke 

“Oh sure.” Jameson rolled his eyes 

“I thought he wore a mask for a reason?” Bucky questioned

Sarah's eyes widened “You two missed a lot while you were fixing that damn boat, they revealed his identity just some kid named Peter Parker from queens” she shrugged

“The truth is, that this is all my fault. I accidentally brought those

dangerous people here”

“Well, he admits it!”

“And if those people are watching, just know that I really did try to help you. I mean, I could have killed you -“ Peter says before holding up some weird box, Bucky and Sam look at each other briefly before Peter starts talking again “At any given moment. But I

didn’t. Because my Aunt May taught me that everyone deserves a second chance. And that’s why I’m here”

“And where is “here” exactly?”

“A place that represents second chances” He turns the camera slightly and you can see him at the top of the statue of liberty, as the camera turns back around for a brief second Bucky and Sam could have sworn they saw you before the camera turned back fully on Peter. 

“Did you see that?” Bucky asks

Sam nodded “She did promise Stark she’d watch out after Spiderman, and if Peter is Spiderman shes gonna watch out after him to” 

“The Statue of Liberty?! Good God, folks, he’s about to destroy another national landmark”

“But world, if you’re watching–“

“Believe me, the world is watching–“ 

“Wish me luck. Your friendly neighborhood SpiderMan could really use some.”

Peter’s video ends, Bucky turns to Sam “Do you have his phone number?” 

“When i became Captain America they auto synced phone numbers in my phone, i'm not sure” Sam reached in his pocket

“Well check!” Bucky groaned

“What the hell do you think i'm doing?!” He started scrolling through his contacts “At least we know she’s alive”

“Yeah but not safe, what bad guys, plural might I add, is he talking about?”

“I got it, i found it” He turned his phone around to show Bucky ‘Spiderman’ 

Bucky ripped the phone out of Sam’s hand and hit call puting it to his war

“What the hell man, that's my —“

Bucky put his finger up “Put y/n on the phone”