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I like to imagine that a while after Vecna is defeated Vex and Percy take a trip to Emon and ask Hunin and Kyor to come live with them. I like to imagine Cass finding happiness. I like to imagine Velora coming to visit often, and learning about her brother while getting to know her sister, and learning what life is like outside of Syngorn. I like to imagine that she and JB become fast friends. I like to imagine the halls of Whitestone filled once again with the sounds of laughter and small feet, only this time quarter-elven children, gnomish children, and the twinkling sounds of Aasimar laughter. I like to imagine Vex taking an interest in her children’s lives like her father never did for her, and Percy being surrounded by love and family once more. 

I like to imagine that Grog goes to Pike one day and asks for her help and that they (along with Scanlan’s help) turn Greyskull Keep into an orphanage and school. I like to imagine the three of them nursing a variety of children back to health, and sending them into the world knowing that they were loved and cared for. 

I like to imagine Keyleth coming around and being the crazy aunt and eventually finding herself in love again. I like to imagine the raven sitting on her shoulder on her wedding day, looking so beautiful in the setting sun. I like to imagine Vex and Pike spent hours braiding black feathers in to her hair. 

I like to imagine that the Titan, frozen in place over Vasselheim, is slowly turned into a museum, a testament to strength. I like to imagine that at the very top there is a small shrine to those that have been lost.

I like to imagine Vox Machina happy and continuing to make the world a better place, because even though they don’t think it, they were heroes. 

They ARE heroes. 

And I don’t just mean in Exandria...

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On the off chance anyone is paying attention, buy me a coffee and I’ll write you a thing...

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Do you have any OCs who are LGBT+, queer, nonbinary, etc?

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But here’s the thing you wouldn’t understand if you didn’t know. He comes for them all. All of Vox Machina, every member of their family. When it is their time, he is the one who comes calling. 

Percy is the first to go. Pneumonia complications and old age. And he is there, stepping out of the shadows in darkness and feathers. The champion of the Raven Queen. 

Tary, Gilmore, Kash and Allura are next. 

Then Vex. (That one was the easiest, he thinks, because it means he gets to see her again, gets to reunite her with her husband.) 

Then Grog and Zahra. 

Scanlan. 

Pike. 

One by one his friends- his family- join him in the eternal realms. 

And finally, after hundred and hundreds of years, he finds himself back in a familiar place, winds whipping around him as he faces his love. He smiles at her and holds out a hand, and together they walk towards their family, whole again.

At last. 

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But here’s the thing you wouldn’t understand if you didn’t know. He comes for them all. All of Vox Machina, every member of their family. When it is their time, he is the one who comes calling. 

Percy is the first to go. Pneumonia complications and old age. And he is there, stepping out of the shadows in darkness and feathers. The champion of the Raven Queen. 

Tary, Gilmore, Kash and Allura are next. 

Then Vex. (That one was the easiest, he thinks, because it means he gets to see her again, gets to reunite her with her husband.) 

Then Grog and Zahra. 

Scanlan. 

Pike. 

One by one his friends- his family- join him in the eternal realms. 

And finally, after hundred and hundreds of years, he finds himself back in a familiar place, winds whipping around him as he faces his love. He smiles at her and holds out a hand, and together they walk towards their family, whole again.

At last. 

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Look, if you think I'm not crazy enough to write a fanfiction rework of my favorite group of idiots set in space, in the world of my second favorite groups of idiots, then you're wrong. Because the universe may be great, but their stupidity (and my lack of self control) is... VAST.

And you can go read it here.

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Hot Mess Pike

Look, something new!! Based off the Hot Mess AU prompt ‘i met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night’. I don’t know... Enjoy. Or not.

Vex clicked through the list of movies and tv shows on her watchlist, searching for something that sounded interesting. What did it say that she was by herself on a Friday night with nothing to do? Vax was on a date with Keyleth, and Percy was off doing god-knows-what, which left Vex to her own devices. She turned on the couch and tried to glimpse the digital display on the kitchen stove through the doorway. 2:55. Time for bed. She extracted herself from the couch cushions and stretched before making her way to the back door. She was almost there when a voice caught her attention. Her first instinct was to grab her practice bow and quiver from it’s resting place in the mud room, but she listened, and decided against it.

“Hey, youse-a pretty pupper,” someone slurred. It wasn’t a voice Vex recognized. How in the hell did someone manage to find themselves lost in the middle of the woods? “You’re a big pupper,” the voice continued.

“Shit. That’s not a dog,” Vex thought to herself, as she quickly ran outside, pulling on her tennis shoes as she did.

“Wait- you’re not a dog,” the small gnomish woman attached to the voice said. Vex looked her over. She was pretty, with long silver hair. She wore a azure blue dress that stopped just below her knees. It was cinched around her waist with a gold belt.

“Hey, that’s my bear, be careful,” Vex called.

The gnome looked up and smiled. “Wow. You’re REALLY pretty.”

Vex blushed and walked towards them. “Thanks. How did you get out here? Where did you come from?”

The small gnome’s brow furrowed and she grew increasingly pale. “I don’t- feel so good,” she managed, before throwing up, right onto Vex’s shoes

Pike was woken up by a warm, wet and somewhat stinky object being drug across her face. Once, twice, three times. “No,” she whined, wiping the wetness from her cheek and forehead. She opened her eyes, and was greeted with the black nose of an animal she didn’t recognize. “Holy shit!” she yelled, pushing herself up and over the object she was sleeping on, a couch apparently.

A melodic laugh drifted in behind her. “You weren’t overly concerned with my bear last night,” a voice said.

Pike turned around and her jaw dropped. In front of her stood the most beautiful half-elven woman Pike had ever laid her eyes on. She had long black-brown hair that was braided into a single plait, and she wore a green long-sleeved t-shirt under a puffy tan vest and dark brown leather leggings. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was incredibly hot too. Pike blushed, “Hi,” she squeaked. “You’re- really pretty.”

The woman smiled and laughed again, and Pike could already tell that it was something she could get addicted to. “Yes, darling, you might have mentioned that last night.”

“I did?”

The woman nodded. “Yes, I found you drunk as a skunk talking to my bear, and then you every so graciously puked on my shoes.”

Pike’s face fell. “I am so sorry about that. I can buy you a new pair.”

“Don’t worry about it, they were the shoes I use to walk Trinket anyway. How about dinner instead?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Pike said, perhaps a little too quickly. She grimaced a bit. “Uh- sorry again. I’m Pike, by the way, Pike Trickfoot.”

“Oh! Well, that explains it. I was wondering how you managed to end up behind our house, it’s not exactly on the beaten path, as it were. But I remember Grog saying he had family visiting the other day.”

Pike grinned. Grog had stayed with her great-grandfather Willhand while she went off to study at Vassehleim University. The goliath was all-but family, and she was glad that he seemed to be making friends with the neighbors.

“I’m Vex’ahlia, by the way, but you can call me Vex.”

“It’s nice to meet you. How long have you lived here?”

“Just a few years. My brother and I are attending Westruun University, but for some reason they won’t allow a bear on campus, crazy right?”

Pike giggle. “Yeah, crazy. Well, uh- it was nice to meet you- but I think it’s time for me to go home, maybe brush my teeth?”

“Do you need any company on the walk?”

“Thank you, but I think I can manage. Besides, I just know that when I get home Grog is going to ask me where I was, and it will be easier to deny everything if I don’t walk up with a pretty lady on my arm,” she said, winking at Vex.

Vex blushed. “Fair. But dinner?”

“How does tonight sound? I know some people in the city, we could go eat, maybe do some dancing?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at 7,” Pike grinned. Maybe this visit home wouldn’t be so bad.

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Power Play- Chapter 3

Sorry this was late, I didn’t have anything queued for today because my plan was to have something new written, but since it’s almost 4 and I just want to post something, I’ll continue to pull from my Ao3 account. Whoops. But, hopefully I’ll have something new tomorrow. 

364 Days Ago

Jane and Weller sat in an unmarked SUV outside of an equally unremarkable warehouse. They’d been here for a few hours now. They’d watched the sun set, and soon they would watch the sunrise from the same spot.

“I don’t get it,” Jane finally admitted. “Patterson said that this was the address and that, by the energy consumption, it was definitely being used at night, but we haven’t seen a single person within throwing distance of this place.”

Weller nodded. “No, you’re right.”

“What if- What if it’s something underneath the warehouse?” Jane suggested. “I mean, we know it’s an underground club, what if that means literally, in this case?”

Weller pulled out his phone and dialed. “Patterson, hey, does this warehouse have a basement?”

“Not from what I can see but- wait- it looks like there is an abandoned subway tunnel nearby.”

“So the club is underground, literally,” Weller confirmed, frustrated by the circumstances. He rubbed his forehead and pounded once on the steering wheel. “Damnit.”

“Hey,” Jane said, rubbing his arm, “Let’s go home, get some sleep. Maybe Patterson will have something for us later.” Weller nodded and started the car.

Back at the New York Field Office, Patterson hadn’t left her lab in hours. Between running surveillance during Jane and Weller’s stake out op and scanning for information on PowerPlay or VantagePoint, she’d slowly compiled a list of people who might have a standing invitation to the underground hacker club.

“Hey,” Zapata said, coming up behind her, with a cup of coffee.

Patterson took it gratefully. It was a milky tan color, just the way she liked it, and Tasha had even grabbed her favorite mug- the one with her friends’ D&D characters on it. “Thank you, you’re a life saver.”

“I’ll never understand how you like that caramel creamer crap,” Zapata said, laughing and shaking her head.

“Don’t laugh at me, all you’ve got is bitter bean water,” Patterson joked as she pouted her lip at the fake insult. They shared a moment, just smiling at each other. It happened sometimes. Patterson was never quite sure what to make of it. They weren’t awkward moments, almost more like- expectant ones. She briefly had a thought about closing the short distance between them and kissing that smug smirk off Tasha’s face. A beeping noise behind her brought her back to reality. She blushed. “Uh, looks like I have chatter from the dark web from - two years ago? Guess who found his way onto the guest list?”

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Power Play - Chapter 2

61 days ago

Zapata adjusted the collar of her shirt, again.

“Are you nervous?” A familiar voice behind her asked. “Of course you’re not, you’ve done this before. We’ll be fine, right?”

Zapata turned around and caught Patterson’s hand, which were moving rapidly with no apparent purpose, in her own. “Breathe. As long as we stick to our covers, we’ll be fine. Do you want to go over it again?” Patterson nodded. “Okay, let’s start with your name.”

“Bailey Lauren Seymour.”

“Good. And my name?”

“Alexis Luciana Ramirez.”

“Perfect. Now, you ask me one.”

“How did we meet?”

“On the internet, of course, on a Reddit sub-thread about Wynona Earp.”

“How long have we been dating?”

“Only a few months. We were friends for a while before we both realized the other was a hacker too, but it’s been bliss ever since,” Zapata said, looking towards the other woman. They had spent so much time with each other over the course of the last eight months, working towards this moment. Towards going undercover together. It had been a slow process. One that involved countless hours talking to Rich Dotcom and working small hacks. Together, the three of them had built a small reputation for the two women, and it was all about to pay off.

Patterson looked sheepish now. “Do you- uh- do you think we should kiss, just in case- like beforehand, I mean?”

Tasha thought for a moment. It was probably a wise plan. She bit her bottom lip nervously and pulled Patterson towards her. The kiss was soft and Patterson’s lips tasted like coffee and caramel. She could feel her heart start to beat faster and for a moment, Tasha Zapata could swear she saw stars behind her eyelids. They rested there a moment, their foreheads touching. To Tasha, it was the best feeling in the world, but all too soon, Patterson seemed to remember herself and pulled away, turning to face her locker.

“We should get going,” Patterson said, fixing the collar of her shirt in the mirror one last time.

Zapata nodded, desperately trying to get her breathing under control. “Yeah, sure.”

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Power Play

Tasha and Patterson go undercover to a hacker club. SFW.

365 Days Ago

“I’ve got a case,” Patterson said with a certain amount of excitement in her voice.

Zapata couldn’t help but look up. It had been a long time since Patterson had seemed this happy about something at work, not since - “You solved a tattoo,” she realized, the shock evident in her voice.

“Yeah, I did,” the blonde said, beaming.

“It’s been awhile,” Reade said, walking around his desk to move closer to the board where Patterson was now displaying a familiar snake tattoo.

“Yeah, well, most of the big tattoos are solved, but a couple months ago I wrote a program to looking specifically at the places not tattooed, to see if there was anything specific, and this morning, the computer discovered this.” Patterson tapped a few buttons and the snake tattoo turned and a series of dots and dashes were extrapolated from the blank spaces.

Tasha stood up. “Morse code.”

Patterson smiled and pointed at Zapata, “Right again, ten points to Zapata. If you remember, this tattoo indicated Serpent 16, a hacker.”

“He was killed on that scavenger hunt set up by the Garen sisters, we remember,” Weller said, taking charge.

“What’s the point Patterson?”

“The point, my friend, is that this new information is also a hacker. One who goes by the name PowerPlay.”

“No shit?” Zapata asked, clearly excited by this person, though the boys didn’t have a clue why.

“Who is this PowerPlay?” Jane asked, trying to keep the topic on track, especially since she could see the way the two women wanted to talk about this hacker.

“She’s a hacktavist. Mostly targets politicians who get money from anti-LGBT foundations, or companies who donate to them,” Patterson explained, pulling up a rap sheet.

“There’s no picture,” Reade said, pointing to the screen. “How do you know she’s a woman?”

“Because,” Zapata explained, like she was holding a child’s hand and walking them across a busy intersection, “every time she drains one of these accounts dry, large anonymous donations are made to pretty much every woman-centric organization in the world.”

“Zapata’s right. Organizations that donate pads to women in Africa, Planned Parenthood clinics, the list goes on and on."

"Okay, but why is this hacker in a tattoo. So far, all of the other hackers had information about Sandstorm or were corrupt in some way. A hacktavist who steals from corrupt politicians and corporations to give to charities doesn't seem like it would be a high priority target to Sandstorm?" Jane mused.

"That's what I thought too, which is why I looked deeper into PowerPlay. Turns out, they haven't been seen in a few years, but a hacker under the name VantagePoint has been working for some terrorist groups hiding their funds," Patterson explains. Kurt moves to ask a question, but she cuts him off. "VantagePoint and PowerPlay have nearly identical hacking routes."

"Ok, slow down," Jane said, waving her hand. "What does that mean?"

"If a hacker's handle is their signature, a hacker's route is their handwriting," Zapata explained. "There are nearly infinite ways to get from point A to point B, but hackers tend to find one route that works for them and stick to it."

"Ok, so PowerPlay somehow became VantagePoint?" Reade asked.

"Yeah, but it's not that simple. A hacker's handle is everything. It's their badge of honor, their resume and title all rolled into one. For a hacker to give up their handle, I don't think it's willingly," Patterson said, shaking her head.

Zapata nodded. "Okay, so how do we find her and figure out why she gave up her handle?"

"The tattoo also has an address," Patterson said, typing on her computer. A second box came up with an address in the warehouse district. "My ears in the darknet tell me it’s a hackers club. But it’s kind of a VIP thing. The only way you can get in is by knowing someone, or being known enough to get an invitation.”

“Ok,” Weller drawled out. “How do we go about getting an invitation?”

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Heartbreak Does Yurt

Ok, ignore the pun. This is just a moment of Pikelan friendship as our favorite gnome cleric tries to get over our favorite half-elven ranger/rogue. Post the first fight with Vecna. Cross-posted on Ao3. Just another character study. Whoot. Whoot. 

Pike woke with a start, a scream on her lips, the fear still clutching her chest. She breathed heavy, trying to shake the last scraps of the dream from her mind. Try as she might though, one image stuck with her, bursting bright across her eyelids whenever she closed her eyes. Vex, at the top of the tower, defiant one moment and then gone the next. Her eyes going from a bright and vibrant green, like the forests around Syngorn, to a dull and lifeless one. Thinking about it made the fear in Pike’s chest squeeze a little tighter; made her breath come shallower for a moment. She drew her knees to her chest, and hugged herself into a small ball for a minute, willing herself to calm down.

Around her, the world still turned. She could hear the soft, ever-present rumbling sound of Terra, changing and moving. Things were always changing, and lately they seemed to be moving on without her. “She is my betrothed,” he’d said, the sound now echoing in her ears. A small sob escaped her lips, the first sound of the night, as her chest ached with a hallow pain.

She wasn’t quite sure how much time passed, only that she was pulled up from her misery by a soft knock on the side of her yurt. “Pike? Are you alright?” a soft and melodious voice called out to her.

Pike sat up in bed and wiped at her eyes with her dress shirt. “Uhh, yes, I’m fine.”

“Can I come in?”

Pike bit her lip. She wasn’t sure she wanted company right now, especially this company, but what could it hurt? “Uhh, yeah. Sure, I guess.”

The heavy cloth door moved aside, as a small gnomish figure walked inside. “Do you want to talk about it?” Scanlan asked, his brow drawn with worry. She could see the way the time with Kaylee had changed him. Once upon a time, Scanlan might have tried to turn this into an advantage for him, but now Pike could only see concern and compassion in his eyes. She opened her mouth to answer, but no words would come. She closed it, tried again, and still nothing. Scanlan moved towards the bed, and sat next to her. “Was it a nightmare?”

She nodded, moving to hug her knees again. “Well, yes and no.”

“What do you mean, yes and no?”

Pike sighed, her chest somehow both heavy and empty, a contradiction of feelings. “How do you get over someone who doesn’t love you?”

“Oh, Pike,” Scanlan said, turning towards her. “Everyone loves you.”

She shakes her head. “No. Everyone thinks I’m cute and everyone might love me, but not in the right way. Not in the way I want them to.”

“I see,” he said, looking towards the ground.

“I’m sorry, Scanlan, I know this has to be awkward for you. We don’t have to talk about it.”

He shakes his head and clears his throat, with an almost imperceptible sound. “I always knew you had your eye on someone else, I was just too selfish and self-absorbed to admit that.”

Pike blushes and suppresses a sad snort. “Yeah, you could say that.” She paused to run a hand through her white-blonde hair. The blue was starting to fade from it now, but they seemed so far away from that beach. So far away from that life.

“Well, who is it?” he pushes after a moment.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“Oh, so Percy or Vax then?”

Pike shook her head. Scanlan’s brow furrowed for a moment. “Keyleth?” Pike shook her head again, a blush already beginning to form on her cheeks as Scanlan put the final pieces together. “Vex,” he breathed, more of a statement than a question.

Pike covered her face in her hands. “She’s just so pretty, and kind and awesome and talented and she DIED, Scanlan. Again. And then we went to Pelor’s, and I lied. I said I loved her like a sister, but it’s not true. I love her, Scanlan with every fiber of my being, and I have for awhile now, but everyone was standing there looking at me and I couldn’t say it, not with Percy right next to me,” she said, the tears already flowing down her face as she took a break to try to force air into her lungs. Her voice was already catching, already threatening to give her away. “And then- and then he said they were betrothed.” As she finished a sob broke loose, and she fell towards the bed.

Scanlan caught her, his own eyes filled with a certain amount of sadness and understanding. They sat there for a moment, Pike letting her feelings flow while Scanlan just held her. Once upon a time, a little less than a year ago, he would have taken a certain amount of pleasure in the fact that he had less competition for Pike’s affection, but he was a different gnome now. A gnome that believe that Pike, out of all of them, deserved every happiness the world could offer.

But what could he say to her? He didn’t know what could make this any better. In his experience, heartbreak was just a fact of life, something that sucked, but ultimately, couldn’t be avoided. Sure, he could quote cliches at her like, “it’s better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all,” or “there are plenty of fish in the sea.” But what good would that do when she wanted a specific fish? Those things only made sense after the heart had some time to heal.

So, Scanlan held her to his chest, stroked her hair and hummed a gently lullaby as Pike’s tears helped cleanse away her hurt and she fell asleep. Her heartbreak wouldn’t be gone after this, he knew. But he would do his best to help.

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Game Night! with Friends

This is just a little Blindspot/Critical Role AU crossover. Tasha/Patterson. I might eventually write something set in Exandria to go with this, but I’m not sure. Most likely, this is set in the time skips of each show. SFW. Oh, and this is cross-posted to my Ao3.

Tasha smiled nervously as Patterson pulled her up the stairs to the tiny two-bedroom apartment of her best friend. “Wait, Babe, what if they don’t like me?”

“Are you kidding me? They’re going to love you, if only because I do,” Patterson said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before turning to knock on the door.

A large man answered. Zapata’s jaw dropped as she had to physically tilt her chin up to see his face. He was at least a foot taller than her, and looked like he played football in college. He was focused on Patterson though, his face lighting up when he saw her. “Buddy!” he yelled, happily, and strangely enough, she replied, in a voice that Tasha had never heard before.

“So, are you gonna introduce me to your lady friend?” he asked, his voice as deep as Tasha expected. “Oh, yeah, this is Tasha, Tasha, this is Tarvis.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Tasha said, holding out a hand. Tarvis cocked his eyebrows, gave her a questioning smile and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her into a hug. “C’mere! Any friend of my buddy’s is a friend of mine.”

“Tarvis, put her down! Don’t choke Patterson’s date!” A small woman behind him said, before coming up to her. She had golden tan skin and dark brown hair that fell straight to her shoulders. “Hi, I’m Lacy, you must be Tasha. Patterson has told me all about you!”

Tasha looked quizzically back at her girlfriend, who had a creeping blush that was growing darker by the moment. “She has?”

“Okay, okay, okay, okay,” Patterson said, waving her friends off of Tash. “Is everyone here? Are we ready to play?”

“Not quite,” a new man said, making his way into the foyer. “We’re still waiting on Sean.”

Tasha looked the new comer over. He wasn’t as tall as Tarvis, and had a lavender colored mohawk. She also noticed the thick dark eyeliner and black nails this man wore. She had to admit, it was pretty kick ass to see him own the makeup.

“Uh, Tasha, this is Talon, our resident goth,” Patterson said, pulling her supplies out of her bag.

“Pleasure,” he almost purred at her, taking her hand gently up to his lips.

Behind her, Lacy snickered. “Don’t be bothered by him dear,” she said, a slight english accent already growing. “He likes to get into character early.”

She didn’t say anything, just followed Patterson into the dining room. There were two other people sitting at the table, both were tall and lean. One man and one woman. The man had chin length brown hair and an angular jaw. The woman was probably just as angular, only her long red hair flowed in loose waves around her shoulders. “Hi!” the woman said, standing up to reach out for her hand. “Hi, I’m Marsha, and this is my fiancé, Mark,” she said, gesturing to the other man.

“Hi, I’m Tasha, and I’ve actually met Mark.”

“Right! To talk about your character. You know, I’m so glad you could join us. You’re the first person Patterson has brought to our games.”

“Really,” Tasha asked, struck by this information. David and Borden had both been nerds, surely they would have been into this stuff.

She was about to push the subject when a loud voiced announced their presence. “Sorry I’m late!” She turned around to see a small man with short dark hair burst through the doors. Obviously, knocking wasn’t actually a requirement here.

“Let me guess, you must be Sean right?” Tasha said, grinning at the disheveled man.

“Ooh, are you psychic?” He asked, winking at her. “Yeah, I’m Sean. Tasha - right? We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“All good things,” a new voice says behind her. Tasha spins around to see yet another angular tall man practically dance into the room from what she suspects is the kitchen, considering his arms are loaded with bowls of chips and snacks. He quickly deposits the goodies on the table and offers his hand. “Please, pay Sean no-mind, he really has terrible table manners.” Behind him, Sean goes to make a protest as the others laugh and tease him. “I’m Luke. It’s really wonderful to meet you. Honestly, we know Patterson has had a rough time lately, but you’ve really put a smile back on her face,” he says, almost whispering the last part to her.

“Are you guys ready?” Mark calls impatiently from his spot behind a large quad-folded piece of cardboard.

“No!” Lacy screams, as she dumps what is basically a duffle-bag full of dice onto the table. She chooses a few and rolls them experimentally. Thinks for a moment. Then rolls a few more.

“Great. Now we’ll be here for another 30 minutes while she picks out her dice,” Tarvis says, rolling his eyes.

The group laughs and Tasha finds it easy to join in. Maybe she could become friends with these people. She catches Patterson’s eyes, which are sparkling with a renewed sense of excitement. Yeah, she could definitely be friends with these people.

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On the off-chance this works, I’m looking for someone to read an original work of mine and offer me some critiques and feedback. I figure if you follow this blog, you already like my writing to a certain extent, so let me know if this is something you would be willing to do?

The work in question is a book tentatively entitled The Collective. It’s set in a post-apocalyptic world where society is divided based on IQ scores. It’s a perfect world where genetic illnesses are a thing of the past, and there are no anomalies in the community. But Alex is gay and her baby brother is blind, so where does that leave them?

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I may have started writing a Ghostbusters Christmas Carol AU where Erin is Scrooge and must open her heart to love, but would anybody even be interested in reading that?!?

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

[fictionalfallacies]

My personal goal is to write a crossover fic so wonderful someone passes it to Kaitlyn and they read it and like it...