#BB!Thunder Storm

[bonefall]

So, your Clear Sky post is absolutely horrifying, but it was very needed, so thank you. What are your general thoughts on tackling his abuse for the AU? Like you've said, pretending he's a good guy is not the way to go, but are you planning on toning down *some* of the situations, just to give some of the cats a break? Clear Sky is a very realistic depiction of abusers, but that seems to come across even without victim number 25, yknow? I'm very curious about how you'd like to go about this.

My most recent big change was bringing Slash back into the fold, because I realized that it was actually a disservice to not address where DOTC's themes dip into Colonialism. It's a hard topic, and I'm still trying to work out the details, but I realized it was important.

With how BB!DOTC is such a MASSIVE overhaul, to properly address abuse and the ways it impacts you, ableism and its violence, and xenophobia broadly, a huge reworking of Slash belonged here too. He's one of the greatest examples of how badly WC demonizes non-Clanborn cats. I shouldn't dance around it.

That's what I need to do with Skystar.

MANY of his victims have happier endings than canon, though. Bumble is one of the most famous, bumped up into a major character and directly responsible for the formation of ThunderClan. Bright Storm is taking most of Gray Wing's roles. Birch and Alder are getting examined, with either a father who wants his kids back or Milkweed as the mate of Misty.

A lot of people will die because of him, even more will be hurt, but I see BB!DOTC as a story about victims and survivors.

Others might grab POVs here and there, but as a response to canon which I feel is Clear Sky's story told in many parts, I center this rewrite around Thunder Storm. The path of kindness he marches down, with love and with anger, and the people he helps.

So BB!Star Flower...

Previously I was playing her as ENTIRELY just manipulating Clear Sky. She was loyal to One Eye and trying to get at Skystar to bleed him dry for 8 lives to sacrifice; but connected to Thunderstar over recognizing him as a victim who deserves her idea of justice. So, she offers Thunderstar the final kill, so her father will be grateful to him and he'll get power AND the death of his abuser.

(When Thunderstar looks upon Skystar, pathetic and neutralized down to one life, he thinks about the collateral damage that will descend upon the forest if he accepts the deal. He decides that he has found the line between Justice and Justification. Of course he wants the power to make his enemies cower, protect his people, and eliminate Clear Sky so he never threatens them again; that's not the problem.

He can still do these things. He wouldn't NEED the power of a war god to do so.

But if One Eye returns, he will be endlessly hungry, ruthlessly dedicated to revenge, and set out to devour the whole forest. Everything would get worse, and even more people he loves would die. It's where his desire to destroy a monster would lead to him BECOMING one.)

Even on its face, it was previously missing an element. There's a step between "Starf decides to bring One Eye back" and "Starf offers Thunderstar the final kill" that was bare. This is the piece that was missing-- That she, herself, is trying to reach out to the only person who's ever really understood her.

But more importantly... I do feel this topic belongs here, in BB!DOTC. Abuse is a MAJOR theme. SKYSTAR is a monster already. He's harmed two wives in BB (Bright Storm and Falling Cry) and played toxic games with all three kits (Thunder Storm, Pale Sky, Tiger Sky).

And I'd avoid Star Flower being abused... why? Because it's uncomfortable to confront the pattern that Clear Sky displays? That in-canon, he tries to cut all his victims into the same ideal shape, from Storm to Thunder to Star Flower? ...it should be uncomfortable. Everything that I described in Clear Sky Is A Monster is rooted in the same desire for control, power, and punishment most abusive people share, he just happens to be a severe example.

Yes. That includes how he treats his child and romantic partners. The parallels that are drawn between Starf and Thunder are there because he wants power in the form of obedience. Starf replaces the son as a narrative award for his "growth" of not killing random people anymore for a while.

A cookie cutter is an effective tool because IT ONLY MAKES ONE SHAPE.

You know what's more uncomfortable? Reading canon!DOTC and seeing someone who hurt you reflected almost perfectly in the character the writers think did nothing wrong. Because of "good intentions" that were not there.

I will say though, just to be clear; I don't see a purpose in being more than PG-13 about serious topics for this project. I promise none of my intentions have changed. Nothing will be more graphic or gorey than canon WC-- just more intentional.

I'm keeping the sacrifice because it's dope. No one is taking this from me. Girl Moment: Killed her awful husband 8 times to count as 8 sacrifices and offered the last life to her buddy as a show of good will. How else do you make friends outside of high school

But I know now that Star Flower NEEDS to keep the canon fact she has very little agency, UNTIL that moment she snaps.

She's sacrificing one abuser to try and bring back a bigger, badder one, because in spite of everything, her father One Eye always made her feel safe. Even though he promised her off to Skystar, and expected her to be willing to die for him. She's followed every command, every order, past the death of his mortal vessel.

The first, and only, selfish choice she's ever made was in reaching out to Thunderstar to offer him the power of her father.

Thunderstar's Justice is a story about a Thunder Storm at the pinnacle of his arc, how the survivors of his Clan are settling into the new normal after the carnage of The First Battle, how Skystar's arrogance brings a violent god to the Forest... and the connection Thunderstar makes with the daughter of a monster.

[bonebabbles]

The bit about Frostpaw receiving a vision to save WindClan's nursery is actually one of the best plot points in the book. That's solid and has some really nice character moments.

Frostpaw getting this vision solidifies WindClan's support of her. Good way to move the plot along and an actually good move on StarClan's part.

The unlikeliness of the one nearby tree falling adds to that. I was iffy when I first heard the idea, but it was executed well!

Whistlepaw in general. Her bond to Frostpaw is fantastic, the characterization of her being so self-sacrificing she got injured to save her sister is amazing

"It was nothing." "IT WAS EVERYTHING!" is going to be a breakout line from this book and it deserves it.

I liked how the Clan admits to not believing the vision at first... until the thunder started rolling in. THEN they were like "well uh. C. Couldnt hurt to take preemptive measures" Lmao

Frostpaw getting a glimpse of RiverClan territory across the border is delicious. I like her being homesick-- tho I am still wary that she'll forgive the people too quickly.

One thing I'd change; I'd have Harestar muse "why did Kestrelflight not receive the vision..." and Kestrelflight stand up, bravely, and answer, "I had a lesson to learn. The branch, the storm, and Frostpaw herself were an omen meant for me-- that I must trust her."

Like, really drive home his devotion to StarClan and make his faith look so solid it's almost self-punishing. Let them be a little afraid of StarClan's wrath, even if it isn't actually because the ancestors are furious, y'know?

[akkivee]

i like that hitoya’s bike is important enough for him to manifest it as his speaker but it’d be nice to see him doing more with it imo 😕😕😕

[bbchargegame]

Cost efficient traveling! Now thats good "Bus"sness!! :D

[greg-montgomery]

hi hi!! can i maybe request a rly cute and fluffy one shot of aaron just comforting and taking care of the reader 🥹

like maybe there was a thunderstorm in the middle of the night and reader subconsciously just runs to hotch’s room and he comforts her udhaidbsjanxb

also maybe a cute lil age gap to feed my daddy issues pls pls pls

ANYWAYS ILYSM NEVER STOP WRITING, I LIVE FOR UR STORIES BB

hiiii!!! <3333 thank you for the cute request and your sweet words!!!!

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Nothing would ever beat sleeping in your own bed. Nothing could beat the comfort that the fresh scent of your sheets brought you, or the little light you always left on the entire night since you were a child.

Being away for a case meant you had to learn to sleep without those comforts. And you were really good at it; but the thing you could not get yourself to adjust to, were the unfamiliar sounds of a new place. Sometimes it was the sound of a passing car, and others some annoyingly loud neighbor.

That night it was the sound of a thunderstorm. And the hotel you and the team were staying at was definitely not soundproof enough to let you sleep in peace.  

You had been tossing and turning for more than an hour, unable to calm your heart down. It wasn’t just the thunders that scared you; the rain was pouring like crazy and the wind was almost whistling. Suddenly you felt like a little kid again, afraid that the walls weren’t thick enough to protect you from the strength of that storm.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and gave trying to fall asleep one last shot. But at the sound of another thunder, the face of a certain man appeared on your mind.

Hotch.

The truth was when you thought of “safe”, you thought of him: your boss who always had all the answers. Maybe it was his older age or his intimidating appearance but he made you feel like no matter what the problem was, he would fix it. Hotch always made it better.

Without thinking about it twice, you got out of bed and ran to his room. Well, you didn’t have to run much anyway, since his room was right across from yours. He’s definitely awake, you thought; always staying up most of the night to work on the case while everyone else rested.

That was why you were surprised to see Hotch wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants answering his knocking door. But the thing that made you the biggest impression was his disheveled appearance. Sleepy Hotch was the cutest thing you had ever laid eyes on.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“Hotch,” you whispered, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be asleep. I’m gonna go back to my room.”

You made a move to turn around but Aaron was faster and grabbed your elbow, gently pulling you into his room.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said closing the door once you were both inside.

“I was scared,” you admitted. Seeing him raising his eyebrow in question you continued. “Of the storm...”

You were relieved to see a little smirk on his face. You guessed he was relieved too after finding out that the thing that scared you wasn’t something actually dangerous.

“I’m sorry I woke you up. I don’t know why I’m here.”

“It’s okay.” As tough as Hotch looked, he was the most gentle man you had ever got to know. “You can always come to me about anything.”

And you had the audacity to wonder why he was your safe place?

“I know.”

He sat on the edge of his bed and patted at the spot right next to him, signaling you to take a seat; so you did. You were close enough that you could smell his after shave. It made you dizzy.

“Have you slept at all?” he asked.

 “No. And I’m tired.” You let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I should just pull an all nighter.”

“Nonsense.”

“But-”

“What if you sleep in my room? Will you still be scared if I’m right here?”

Your stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies.

“Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” you asked.

“I won’t tell if you don’t” he said, and offered you his pinky finger to cross yours with.

You did it with a huge grin. "Deal."

“Come on now,” he said playfully while getting under the covers. Without any hesitation, you did the same, finding your place at the other side of his bed.

It was almost perfect; almost, because his arms weren’t around you, but instead were resting on his stomach.

“Hotch?”

“Hm?”

“Does the offer come with cuddles too?”

“You wanna cuddle with your boss, honey?” he smirked, and reached out his arm so you could curl up in his embrace.

“Yes, please,” you said, and the two of you ended up in each other’s arms. Being around Aaron had always felt safe, but being in his arms? That was a whole new level of safety and comfort.

“Good night, Hotch.”

And just like that the sound of his beating heart made it hard to focus on the rain hitting on his window.

His lips on your forehead and the words “Good night, sweetheart,” were the things that finally lulled you to sleep.

[wannab-urs]

Hi bestie 🫶🏻💜 congratulations on 1k!!! Got a you call the shots babe request for you (inspired by current events lol): I would like to request Joel comforting reader who is scared of thunderstorms 🤭 run with it how you wish (smut to distract the reader, fluff to soothe the reader, or both 🫠), I trust you thanks love ya from ya stregha nonna 🔮🍝

Hi bb. Thank you so much <3

One Joel x Reader fluff piece comin' right up.

WC: 900

Warnings/content: descriptions of a panic attack, Joel being adorable, cuddling, cuteness, a distinct lack of angst or smut - which is really weird coming from me.

Thunder Buddies

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You’ve been terrified of thunderstorms since you were a small child. Even before the world ended, and you knew you were safe in your bed and that nothing could hurt you, storms sent you into a full on panic attack. 

Now, traveling across the country with a man you’ve only known for a month and sleeping outside most nights, the storms were almost too much to bear. Late summer is the worst time of year for you, with the sky turning dark seemingly every other day, and it’s nearing mid July. 

You aren’t sure how the gruff man you’re traveling with will respond to the panic attack you are sure to have mere minutes from now. He doesn’t seem big on feelings or comfort. May even decide you’re more trouble than you’re worth and ditch you in this stupid fucking cave in the middle of nowhere. 

The sky had turned dark in mid-afternoon, your mood darkening with it. You could smell it in the air, the heavy ozone scent clinging to your nostrils and clawing down your throat, choking you.  You begged Joel to find a cabin or a cave or something to protect you from the storm that was sure to roll in. “It’s not safe, Joel,” you’d pled with him. 

He’d relented and eventually came up on a small cave, not tall enough for either of you to stand up in, but deep enough to comfortably fit your sleeping bags. You’d crawled in immediately and settled against the far back wall with your sleeping bag wrapped around your shoulders. Joel stayed outside and said he’d keep watch tonight. 

Now the rain is pouring down and you’re shaking violently, trying to keep your crying as silent as possible. Joel is sitting at the mouth of the cave, his denim-clad back to you. He hasn’t so much as looked over his shoulder at you in the 2 hours you’ve been huddled in the cave. The humidity is making his shirt cling to the muscles of his back and you try to focus on that instead of the storm that is certainly about to break. 

As if on cue, lightning flashes across the sky. You scream and press yourself further into the wall, hyperventilating as thunder rolls across the sky. Suddenly, Joel is crouching next to you with a wince. 

“Hey! Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart?” Joel hesitantly reaches a hand out to your shoulder, his brow is pinched with concern. You look up at him from your hunched position through watery eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look concerned before. 

“I’m-- FUCK!” You yelp and flinch so hard you hit your head on the wall of the cave as thunder cracks like a whip. You slump onto the ground, crying hard from pain and fear. 

Joel drops to his knees and grabs your shoulders, pulling you into his chest awkwardly. “You scared of thunder?” You nod against his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your body closer to him. So many people have teased you for being afraid of thunderstorms -- it’s the apocalypse. You should be worried about clickers and raiders, not the weather -- but you can’t help it. He’s not teasing you, he’s hugging you. 

“Lemme get more comfortable. I’ll keep ya company,” Joel’s voice rumbles, low like thunder, but comforting instead of terrifying. Joel shifts so his back is pressed against the wall and his legs are splayed out in front of him. He absently massages his knee and looks at you expectantly. You just stare at him, shocked by his behavior. This man has never so much as patted your back in the whole month you’ve known him.

A flash of lightning briefly turns the sky outside to daylight and a crack of thunder sounds so loud you feel it rattle your bones. You fly into Joel’s side, fresh tears pouring down your face. You press your face into the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around his broad frame, not even realizing you’re straddling his lap until the thunder stops echoing. You’re about to scramble off him when a large hand settles on your back. Joel rubs soothing circles with his palm, settling his other arm around your waist to support you. 

“You’re alright darlin’, I got ya now. You’re safe,” Joel grumbles into your hair. You think you feel his lips press to the top of your head briefly. He’s right. You feel safer now than you have since your parents died, wrapped in his strong arms and braced against his broad chest. You’re tucked fully into his front, his chin resting on your head and your chest flush with his. The collar of his denim shirt is soaked with tears, but you’re not crying anymore. 

Joel smells like pine and sweat and dirt and something that must be essentially him, and it’s yet another comfort to you as thunder rips across the sky again. You don’t flinch nearly as hard this time, breathing him in deeply as he gives you a comforting squeeze. 

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You wake up tucked into your sleeping bag, Joel’s arm thrown over your waist and his nose buried in your hair. The sun is streaming into your cozy little cave and you nuzzle your face into his chest, enjoying the way you feel truly safe and comforted for the first time in as long as you can remember. 

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⤷ thank you SO much for 1k followers, i love you all my babies :,) i've had this blog since i was 14 and was flabbergasted when i reached 200, but ONE THOUSAND OF YOU?? i'm so happy i could kiss all of you (and i might). i appreciate all of you who have shown me any support over the last 5 years, sooo it only felt right to give y'all what you want after my half a year hiatus (i apologize, i still love y'all) -junebug

⤷ so this is the run down ⁀➷

― for the next two/three weeks, i plan to publish two x reader fics a week OR a fic a week plus an additional on the weekends

― i'll give brief descriptions of each fic i've got lined up under code names, and they will be published over the course of the next two or three weeks

― all of the fics will be written and published!! your only job is to pick your favorite of the line up, and results will determine which order i write and post them

― the most popular two will be choose your ending (smut, fluff, and or angst)!! sooo, here's your options:

bucky barnes ‣ sunshine: no matter how sweet you are, something about you has always irked bucky. so he avoids you, but he's forced to confront his confusing feelings when its your life on the line. steve rogers + bucky barnes ‣ cabin: bucky and steve both adore you, so they agree that whoever makes the first move gets you. but when you, steve, and bucky are trapped in a safe house post-mission due to a heavy snow storm, you get to the bottom of their 'plan,' and discover that maybe three isn't really a crowd. ‣ botanical: you've been with steve for a few weeks, and with things getting serious, he invites you to dinner with the team. you hang around more often after that, but the one problem is that steve's best friend, bucky, avoids you but praises you to steve. steve rogers ‣ astronomy: you've been pining after steve for a year. after a party, the two of you hook up and lead a fwb relationship for weeks. he slowly stops coming around, and when you go to confess that you want more, you discover he found more in someone else. ‣ clouded: after tony's funeral and steve's reluctant return, you move out of state for fresh air. you and steve disagreed a lot despite his lasting crush on you, and you leaving only further strained your friendship. so, when you return for a month to stay with sam, bucky, and steve, tension gets high as steve sees you date around. ‣ messenger: with your past relationship trouble and steve's ability to fluster easily, you and steve's fairly new relationship is struggling with intimacy. don't worry, though, nat sniffed it out like a hound and plans to fix it with lacy images sent from you after some pleading. steve rogers + lloyd hansen ‣ thread: on the run after a mission gone horribly wrong, you and steve stumble across lloyd and manage to save him from six. much to steve's dismay, you invite him to hide out with the two of you, and somehow lloyd weaseled his way into your heart and your relationship. lloyd hansen ‣ thunder: you are lloyd's woman through and through; you take care of him and he provides for you, you nurture him so he pampers you. you're the only one who's ever understood him, and you're the only one he's ever been ever tolerate. he adores you, you're practically his prized possession, but he does not love you.

well, go ahead, choose your fav! ⁀➷

again, thank you to all of you! i love you guys <3

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[taduki]

I couldn't see anything saying you're asks are closed so if they are apologizes ahead of time.

Could I get HC for the M6 with an MC with a phobia of balloons? Or more specifically sudden loud noises?

I.E the beginning of fireworks their a bit tense but slowly calm down since fireworks are constantly loud so they get used to it. Sudden thunder if they don't notice the lighting beforehand and of course the main offender balloons. I mean they can just pop without anyone touching them, their all ticking time bombs waiting to pop when you lest expect it. The loudness of parties and drunken singing is fine because it's constant not sudden.

Also by phobia I don't necessarily mean ptsd but more if it happens once or twice their fine but tense afterwards but too much and they will just need to leave or at least gain enough distance that the pop won't be as loud.

I’m sorry this took so long. It’s not that my box is full (it’s full of dust actually), I am just not skilled in comfort all, so I’m very sorry these are shorter and a little more lackluster than my usual headcanons but u wrote a long asf ask so I’ll still do my best, bb. ^^

M6 w/ an MC Who’s Afraid of Sudden Loud Noises

Asra

It’s possible Asra didn’t know of your phobia when you first met. If you opted to hide it, they would’ve discovered it when they brought you back and had to teach you everything again. It didn’t take him too long to figure out loud sounds really upset you. Except, they really did. You were ultra sensitive back then, so thunderstorms in a room where you couldn’t see the lightning had you wailing.

They found ways to calm you other than holding you and coaxing you to sleep (though he may have favored those methods). On days when you got paranoid of just hearing something that would send you flying, they found you a pair of earmuffs! They didn’t fully drown the sound out, but they cushioned the blow at least.

He could tell you were still somewhat uncomfortable though, so he studied up on a spell to tailor the earmuffs to be noise-canceling. They thought it would be easy but it was actually hard to find the spell and somehow administer the effect to affect the wearer - it was just complicated, but they managed for you…

Once you got used to your new body, the days were slightly easier.

It was not often you saw a balloon flying around Vesuvia. Until you wandered over to the traveling booths at the market and saw the horrors of big, bright balloons they had. You’ve had experiences with them, alright. Now, they’re floating in children’s hands like deadly bombs. A lot of them popped around you as you made it home and your poor heart was exhausted. As soon as you’ve even gotten near the shop, Asra’s run out like, “Are you okay?!” Lots of hugs and kisses that night, plus many squeezes from Faust.

If there happens to be rowdy children or just someone loud in the shop at the moment, Asra has a sign inside and outside the shop that politely asks customers to keep a quiet and clean environment. The customers wouldn’t really doing anything unlawful though, so Azz will just take the order over for you while you take a breather in the back room or upstairs.

Tosses anyone that yells at you out the shop. Dusts his hands clean afterward.

Julian

He holds you close whenever you’re scared or when you jump. He’s a big worry wart for you, so he’ll coddle you a bit. He knows he shouldn’t baby you so much though, so he’ll constantly ask if this is too muchhh or what else he can do for you.

Still loves to coddle you anyway.

Finds activities to distract you during thunderstorms if you find that works! Dancing is a rowdy and engaging activity that requires most of your attention to be on him. Plus! It wears you out to sleep through it when it storms through the night. He also has lots of pen and paper for writing or drawing as well as books to read.

When nothing he offers works for you, he’s willing to hold you tight and read you stories until you feel better.

He is not specialized in a psychiatric field but he considers that this fear might be coming from a place of pain that you have yet to heal from. He tries not to think too much about it because he doesn’t want to speculate something so vulnerable to you. When he thinks you’re both comfortable, he gently asks if you want to and if you’re ready to confront it with him or with a specialist. He definitely spent nights thinking about how best to bring it up…

He’s not very likely to be around balloons unless he goes with you to see a sick patient who has lots of flowers and balloons as get-well-soon gifts. So, unless you accompany him to many house calls, it’s highly unlikely you’ll have to deal with them!

Understands your concern anyway, and will respect your decision to step outside or even go home if needed.

Only ever teases and pokes you about leaving him alone. “Did you have too much fun without me?”, or “Did you miss meee? 🥺”

If someone yells at you, he goes full drama mode, keels over, and makes a BIG deal out of it like, “Oh, my poor, innocent lover! Disrespected by a poor bystander who didn’t know any better!” He is weeping. Please feel free to join him.

Portia

Unfortunately, she witnessed firsthand what loud sounds do to you. Throughout your encounters with the devil and his shenanigans, he was not afraid to take advantage of your panic and fear and Portia was smart about this. She’d go as far as to cover your ears while bracing for impact.

With the devil vanquished, life with her has been peaceful. Her cottage, for the most part, is very secluded and quiet, so it’s rare for something to get loud. The most that could startle you would be Pepi making a mess or Portia knocking over a dinner plate.

You’d always known balloons were awful experiences for you, and she has always been aware and careful around certain objects, except she didn’t think about balloons. She works many palace events, and if you choose to accompany her, you run the risk of encountering bundles of them! You were hesitant to stay after realizing how many they were, but she recognized your anxiety and pulled you over to a quiet corner.

She rubs your hands, covers your ears if you wish, and lets you calm down before asking if you’d like to stay somewhere quiet or return home. If you’d like to stay with her, she will come check up on you comically often, like you’ll see her pop her head into the room every thirty (30) minutes.

She also gives you her signature wink after telling you that you can take her away anywhere, anytime.

If you want to go home, she’ll understand, but miss you a lot. She keeps you in her thoughts whenever she’s busy. Like, “Aw MC would love the food here”, or “Hmm, I wonder what they’re up to without me”, and most of the time, you’re just relaxing or playing with Pepi. As soon as she gets home, she trudges through the house and a sleepy smile appears on her face when she spots you.

She also likes doing that thing to you where you cup your ears and then uncup them so it makes everything sound funny. She likes when it makes you smile.

Nadia

She’s fine with holding you when you’re scared. Fluster her a bit by hugging her for a lot longer than you needed to. She’ll keep patting your back like, “Are they okay now?”, but she won’t mind at all.

The library is a great space to avoid loud noises. People are rarely allowed in there, so the chances of someone interrupting your peace is highly unlikely. Whenever someone comes it, it’s usually Nadia or Portia and they know to open the doors slowly when you’re in there.

Many doors in the palace are giant and heavy. If left to close or slam, they will definitely be loud. Nadia has asked that those doors have door stoppers installed on them. Honestly, she should’ve thought of this when Lucio had his “slam every door dramatically open and closed” phase…

Nadia has many, many other quiet places around the palace, including her contemplation tower. She is not hesitant to invite you.

You’re unfortunately much more likely to encounter balloons when going out with Nadia. Yes, there are the occasional disguised getaways when you go out to the market with her, but Nadia formally appears at many events, festivals, and so on. She is comes very prepared, though!

Asra came over for an afternoon tea time and suggested the earmuffs. It’s very possible they didn’t tell you how you used to use them before you got better, so they’re very patient and explain how it works. They hope it works for loud events like firework nights, when you and Nadia would like to be with each other.

Nadia keeps a look out for quiet spots to get away in when you two are out.

She also tries not to flinch at loud noises to show you not to be afraid and that you are both able to protect yourselves.

If you believe your fear might be deep rooted in your past, she gently offers if you need anyone professional to talk to when you’re ready. She also recommends if you’d like to ask Asra about this. She is willing to listen to you whenever you’re ready to talk, and often reminds you not to be afraid of ruining a moment or anything like that.

If you were ever in a meeting and someone yelled at you, Nadia would swiftly hold her hand up to hush them, and glare while she asks them to keep the conversation in a professional manner. If they cannot handle that, she would ask them to leave. She claims there is no good way to do business with someone who feels the need to disregard anothers’ fears to get their words across.

Muriel

Arcana bless the forest in which Muriel lives…

It is so very quiet in this neck of the woods. It is like a paradise… Until thunderstorms come through.

Muriel was not aware this was such a big problem for you at first. You got scared a couple of times fighting the devil and his tricks, but you had to think quick and had no time to panic. The entire journey with Morga and back, you did not go through a single thunderstorm, so he did not even take them into consideration. The hut doesn’t exactly have many open windows either, so no lightning meant no warning.

As soon as he sees you freak out, he’s put his stuff down and is crouched beside you. When you’re able to explain, he opens one small window facing away from the wind so you can see and sits down in front of the fire with a fluffy blanket. He’ll wait for you to come sit by him, in his lap, or however you want, and drape the blanket over you. He holds onto you just a bit closer whenever he sees lightning so he can prepare you.

After the first storm, he put some thin pieces of cloth on each window so you can still see light through them even when it’s raining. He’ll still hold you whenever you like.

It’s no secret he hates going into town though, and typically asks you to go whenever something is needed, so he was not there for the barrage of helium-filled bombs that graced your ears one day. When you got home, you plonked yourself right into his arms and sighed. After he gets over the initial shock of having you placed so carelessly on him, he pats your back and hugs you. He’ll only wait until you’re ready to talk about it, and he’ll be there the whole time listening to you.

Does not have the capability to say anything inconsiderate towards your fear. He most likely has some form of PTSD from the colosseum and can somewhat relate, so he can empathize with you.

Begrudgingly goes into town with you just in case the mean balloons get you again…

Lucio

Lucio by HIMSELF is loud.

One of his more refined talents is observing physical tells. He grew up in a tribal setting, so it was part of his survival. He’s definitely noticed your fear, even if you’ve tried to hide it. He’s also definitely made fun of it before.

That was when you first met him, though. Now that you’ve started a life with him, he’s been getting used to apologizing a little more. Except, he eventually realized he said one or two things back then that might’ve really hurt you. He’s unsure of how to go about it or bring it up to you, so he just blurts out, “I’m sorry I made fun of you for being scared.”

You’re hella confused.

He explains the couple of times you’ve gotten scared in the past and what exactly he said and tries his best to apologize for it. If you forgive him he’ll be very relieved and hold you as his way of saying he won’t do it again and he’ll do his best to help when you get scared. If you still need some time to forgive him, he’ll be a little confused, but he’ll have to accept it was a soft spot for you that shouldn’t have been poked fun at. He will still comfort you when necessary.

His way of comforting is a little rusty, but he’s got the spirit! He’ll put himself in your line of vision and tell you, “It will not hurt you.”

He keeps trying to like, hold you or put his hand on your shoulder, but he can’t tell when you want him to touch you, so he’s just jumping back and forth. (Definitely tries to cheer you up by exaggeratedly jumping back and forth). He’s working on slow and soft movements when you’re like this.

Another way of curbing the loud noise is that he’ll wave his hands around and get loud to distract you. He’s trying to help you get comfortable with it by associating himself with the noise.

Someone yells at you? He yells back at them louder! And then turns right around to coo at you in his arms.

~~~

Shameless plug to another hc I did that’s similar to this one. If you didn’t find anything you liked here, you might find something here!

[bardic-inspo]

Current Honor Mode Party makeup:

Soraya (Durge)

Tempest Cleric / Storm Sorcerer

Started with cleric to get medium armor proficiency + healing word

Will pick up a second level of cleric for Destructive Wrath channel divinity (use a reaction to max thunder or lightning damage)

Primarily a sorcerer

Shadowheart

Life domain cleric bb!! Healing for days!! Buffs also!

Temporarily picking up one level of druid until I have Halsin so I can cast longstrider on everyone as a ritual everday

Astarion

Rogue enough to get cunning action

Primarily Gloomstalker ranger (until multiattack at least)

May circle back to more rogue later to pick up a subclass there (perhaps thief; I'm no good at the assassin build. Arcane trickster is tempting for shield.)

Karlach

Berserker Barbarian! Bonus action throwing shit! Extra attacks!

Gonna get her tavern brawler again on this run, plus ring of flinging so she's extra extra good at throwing shit.

[bonefall]

Do you have a design for Bright Storm? I'm fond of the wise older figure thing you're doing with her

I do NOW

Made her, as well as a revamp of my old Thunder Storm design (I last drew him like a year ago!!) in preparation for some character summaries I plan to bang out after finishing a couple drafts, but Bright in particular gets requested so much (anon you're like the 4th person) that HERE, lady girl and her son be upon ye

I'm thinking about doing the BB!DOTC character summaries in "family" posts, so they're all grouped together the way I plan them to act in the story. Every family is telling a little mini-story of its own, in a way, from the Frost family and their inventing prowess, to the Heart family and how the kits react to Bumble's exile, to the Storm family and how they grapple with Clear Sky's influence.

I wanted to make sure Bright Storm was very large and powerful looking, but in a round, kind of "humble" way. She downplays her strength, her intelligence, and even her better judgement.

So she has these big cheeks, fluffy primordial pouch, poofy tail, keeps her head low-ish. Tends to deny compliments.

I was commiserating with my partner the other day about how intelligent characters aren't allowed to be thick-bodied. So between my fat, beloved Bumble the translator and Bright Storm the wise woman battle strategist I'm feeding us both

I needed to "finalize" their stripe pattern, because I actually plan for TIGERSTAR to have the same one. I'm probably going to update my Tawnypelt and Bramblestar designs to have it too; if they don't look better with Goldenflower's.

I just like the irony and bitterness of it. That these ancient stripes, once so associated with compassion and righteous fury, turn into a "legacy" so divorced from what Thunder Storm and Bright Storm stood for.

Becoming a symbol for the idea of modern ThunderClan and the culture of the new times, not the principles it was founded on.

Also I HAD to do the design thing where Thunder Storm's stripes look like top surgery scars lmao, my beloved transmasc boy

Anyway, I've decided that Thunder Storm was a REALLY dark orange. It bugs me a little, especially in-canon, that he looks nothing like either parent. So in BB he's not too far off color-wise from his mama.

I also removed the old "mane" and replaced it with combination white chest + his father's shoulder burls. The mane is going to become a Forest Cat trait, which is why it's going to get so prominent in ThunderClan.

Instead, Mountain Cats have a REALLY high concentration of ear tufts in their genes. They're also huge and generally hairy.

Funny enough though they're also "oily." They come from the Lake Cat population which was pretty water-resistant because of constantly dealing with the lake, and they haven't lived in the Mountains long enough for natural selection to get rid of it.

It's going to become SUPER advantageous for those who move to the River Kingdom, but become less prominent in the other populations.

But for now, Mountain Cats are kinda... well, naturally 'stinky.' That's not a BAD thing to cats who are animals who LIKE strong smells, but it is a notable trait that I'd like The Wind Runner in particular to comment on.

Thunder Storm: "Well? What did she say?"

Bumble: "Ummmmmm......"

Thunder Storm: "be honest"

Bumble: "she says she smelled you coming when you were upwind. rudely."

99% of the time when I'm changing character eye colors, it's to make them NOT blue because there's too many blue-eyed characters in WC imo. BUT.

I think it was another tiny waste to have the narrative constantly stressing Clear Sky's blue, blue eyes, almost like they're hypnotizing, and then they never really comment on what Thunder's eye color signals to other people.

So I've got an idea; instead of amber, Thunder Storm has ELECTRIC BLUE eyes. Almost green, like his mother's minty ones.

Intense as his father's, but more focused. Sharp. Shocking.

Side note: in my research I actually learned it's easier for tripod cats to RUN than it is for them to walk. They can "canter" like a horse, but when they go slow they have to hop. Taking this into consideration.

I put a splash of white on the little bit of lower limb that Thunder Storm has on the leg, so it sticks out a bit more. I don't want it to be hidden I want it to be prominent

I also figured out a hilarious trick for Bright Storm to pull on Sky's Clan at some point lmao

Thunder's crew is in conflict with Sky's cats and the attacks are getting more and more frequent. They decide they need some extra time to carry out some kind of hunt or diplomatic mission, but Bright Storm only has a small group of cats to pull off a stunt with.

She knows she can't fight them head on, but she NEEDS to buy her son more time, so she hatches a plan.

Clear Sky values his intelligence and his ferocity very much. To a fault, even. He loves to outsmart his opponents and overpower them-- so Bright Storm gets all her cats to build a very large, very tall, nearly impenetrable wall out of briar thorns. There's only one way in; the well-guarded tunnel they've constructed in the front.

It would be a challenge for a lesser cat. But Clear Sky, clever devil he is, realizes they've made a fatal flaw; they've built their camp right next to the trees. His fighters don't need to jump over the wall or push through it, the oaks are their allies!

So, while Thunder's cats are all surely sleeping, he gathers his best men and come through the canopy. In well-trained patrols, they swoop down into the camp and prepare for battle.

and no one is there.

You see, there was only one way in... and only one way out.

And Clear Sky and his best fighters watch with HORROR as the tiny crew of guards seals that entrance up like the neck of a bag. There are no trees to climb INSIDE the wall, and it's too tall to hop out of. It won't hold them forever, but it will hold them JUST LONG ENOUGH.

Bright calls this little plan "Operation Timeout."

[bonebabbles]

It's always enjoyable when you do a rewrite project, and happen to see something that feels like it's funny or ironic with a detail of yours in mind. BB!Thunder Storm is missing that hind paw so it's fun to imagine him letting out a little chuckle at his canon equivalent.

[kinardsevan]

Make Me Write

Send me an emoji corresponding to a WIP and I'll give you 5 sentences for each emoji. tagged by @girlwonder-writes

🤫 Hush Hush Now - My first stab at the break-up/make-up/get back together trope

🦵🏻Spare Parts - My Sisters Keeper AU in which Daniel survived longer before passing, and Evan really was treated like spare parts.

⚡️ Scars - Mini in which Tommy comforts Evan about his anxiety related to thunder storms.

🌅 Daylight - The second half of my 704 fist person POV for the Bucktommy kiss, from Evan's perspective

🚁 helicopter WIP - my take on the helicopter crash idea (bb doesn't even have a title yet 🥺)

😐 Unspoken - Harvey goes to prison for a crime he didn't commit. Abuse ensues. He is not okay. Marvey.

(Please join if you want to!)

[s0ul-j0k3r]

Twd boys helping their S/O who had a fear of storms <3

All the way where I live it's storming, pretty badly. I need a little comfort sometimes so here you go 💕

People will be including: Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, and Glenn Rhee.

Quick warnings: Mentions of storms, gn reader (they/them pronouns), lots of fluff, reader has phobia of storms, slight language.

Carl Grimes:

This man would care for you instantly.

No hesitation at all.

If he's a little far and a strike of lightning hits the ground far away, he knows his job man.

You're cowered away covering your ears (poor bb 😔💞)

He puts a warm blanket around the both of you 💕

Everytime you jolt, he kisses your forehead reassuring you everything's fine and you're safe with him 😩💘

100% bringing comics and flashlights for y'all to read.

You both snuggled up together nice and cozy, him cracking a few jokes here and there to keep your mind off things and to hear you giggle 😖💖

Though he wouldn't really know what to do at all times just to let you know. Like the first time for example:

You both were younger and you were on the bridge of tears when you both heard and seen lightning.

He sat next to you to keep you company. Sometimes you hug you.

He didn't know proper affection then, but now he's aware.

9/10 👍💘

Daryl Dixon:

Didn't know shit what to do.

He just kinda stood by you.

🧍‍♂️<- Daryl

He would put a hand on your back and rub it, letting you know he was there. 💞

you would lean onto him and he full on excepted it, knowing that you needed it.

You accidentally fell asleep in his arms once, he didn't mind, in fact; he put you to bed and cuddled you, knowing that the storm would continue 💖

Solid 6.5/10 (Sorry kinda short.)

Rick Grimes:

You we're both walking, and thunder came out of nowhere.

He swore you jumped out of your skin.

He took you to near by shelter and stood by your side the entire time until it was finished, even slept next to you if he had too. 💕

He kissed your forehead, cheek, you name it, a lot of times. 💘

Would let you lean onto him.

He fed you some stuff if the storm lasted overnight.

He often chatted with you to keep your mind off of things.

He would care for you like he did for Carl when he was younger 💞

10/10 👍 much experience, knows what to do

Glenn Rhee:

Was enjoying the rain until he noticed you bolting to inside. He quickly ran after you ofc 😖

He noticed the fest you had and held you close the entire time 💖

He kissed your hand, and forehead after every crack of lightning and thunder. 💕

Gave you his sweater, you worried but he didn't care. (He only cares for you 💘)

"Hey where's y/-" "SHH."

Happened every time if you slept.

You would lay on him and he would stroke your hair gently. 💞

9/10 💖 (-1 point where he accidentally scared you once.)

(Please request, I'll get to them as soon as I can👍)

[storiumemporium]

I'VE ARRIVED AS LATE AS STARGIRL'S PERIOD BUT I'M HERE

LETS GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD I HAVE MY IMAGINARY VODKA AT THE READY

“This deformed bastard wanted to skip you.”

Damn, even in a whole other universe Jace ain’t escaping the bastardphobia 😔 #justiceformutuallyagreeduponinfidelity2k23

“I told you,” Jace moans. His speech is garbled and lisping, his face comically swollen, bruised yellow-emerald-indigo and drooling blood, stitches above his left eyebrow. He just had his dental implants placed yesterday; the four teeth that he lost at Club Camelot could not be readily located for reattachment. “I can’t keep track of who’s next. I’m on like four different opiates.”

God DAMN Aemond you went to TOWN on his ass. Jace is walkin’ around looking like one of those puppies that tries to eat a bee 😭

Aegon is snickering, though not in a mean way, never in a mean way. Aemond is watching you. He does this constantly; you can feel his eyes—river water, otherworldly atmosphere—on you all the time, you can see him on the periphery of your vision. But when you glance at Aemond, he looks away.

I love you Aeg my bb, but between your gigglefits and the man STALKERWATCHING me and the possible pregnancy I think I’d pull a Mario and try to flush myself down the cup like it’s a magical green pipe to a mystical land.

Aemond is staring a little extra hard today.

Not hard enough to talk to me tho, you shitbucket 😭

Jace putts next. He misses the ball twice. On the third try, he hits it into a nearby pond. Golden koi fish scatter beneath the rippling sheen of the water.

Listen I don’t care for him but… I can give him some grace (or even some credit) that he’s managing to strike that shit third attempt when he’s higher than willy wonka 😭😭😭

“Get your own account,” Aemond snaps at Aegon. “I think you can afford it.” “Bruh, that’s not the point! I don’t know where I left off in Grey’s Anatomy!”

I’m just saying the most accurate sibling dynamic would be their only fistfight being over netflix and not like… horrific unresolved childhood trauma

You can only feel the weight of Aemond’s half-fascinated, half-resentful gaze on you.

Listen, as a disabled person myself when I say I’m about to exploit a weakness to beat this lanky man’s ass—

You steal a glimpse of Aemond—black shirt and black sunglasses, white shorts, Adidas sneakers—and he turns away, pretending to pick dirt off his golf ball.

Nevermind he’s too fucking stunted for me to do it. Actually thirteen years old 😭

“Watch it, cyclops.” Jace points to his own stitches, bruises, surgically replaced teeth. “I let you have this one. Now we’re even. But next time I won’t be so charitable.” “You’re not even,” Aegon tells Jace, abruptly severe. He whips off his aviator sunglasses, crouches over Jace, glaring and thunderous like a storm. Baela observes this warily. “Not even close.” Jace is intrigued. “No?” “No. Your face will heal.” Then Aegon pokes him in the jaw and Jace screams, tears slithering down his puffy, mottled cheeks. Cregan yanks Aegon away before Baela can scratch his eyes out. Criston repossesses Aegon’s blue raspberry Slush Puppie as punishment. Luke wins the game, five under par.

Many thoughts, so many thoughts.

1. Jace stays belonging w Shelby, they can be united shitheads.

2. Uh… Aegon being a vindictive shit should not be… as hot as it is.

3. The emotional complexity that I have absolutely no doubts that Aegon blames himself for what happened to Aemond, but it’s easier to lash out at Jace around every turn than to apologize for his part in it.

Now Criston watches Jace with his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes wounded and anxious, his shoulders slumped beneath the weight of what he believes is failure.

Criston you are literally like. Among the only functional people in this entire group. And their families. You’re doing fine babygirl 😭

A tattoo artist is inking a goldfinch, New Jersey’s state bird, to the top of Jace’s right foot.

He uh… He gon’ wake up one week and freak out over a tattoo he doesn’t remember getting? I mean more than usual considering all the drugs he does 😭

Aegon is typing WhatsApp messages—mostly emojis, from what you can see—to Miley Cyrus.

So Aegon both dresses and sends messages the way I do 😭 time for us to get friends with advanced benefits’d and communicate via modern hieroglyphics

because sooner or later your time with Comet will be over and you’ll only ever hear him again through Spotify songs and YouTube clips from before the accident

Please I’m not ready to lose these gaudy bitches 😭 I love my disaster family

You’re wearing a short seafoam green dress, gold earrings and sandals, and an eerily vacuous expression.

ROM THE VACUOUS SPIDER APPROACHES— ahem, I mean-

Girlie you were supposed to be coming here to help them not to end up needing the help 😭😭😭

One of the elevators dings and opens. A man lumbers out, towering, broad, monstrous. You gape up at him: brown threadbare coat, heavy boots, unruly dark beard, grey eyes like a bleak winter sky. There is a miasma that colors the air around him with smoke and alcohol, sweat and earth.

He one of them “public transport hazard” type ass people, huh?

He smiles: sharp canine teeth yellowed by nicotine, glinting eyes like silver coins. “Cregan Stark.”

I appreciate the lupine vibes that daddy Stark gives off. Sells the “Stark” thing without having to be overt with it.

His eyes go wide. The blood drains from his face. And Cregan—immovable, inscrutable, unflappable Cregan—shrinks until he is a child again.

Cregan I’m so sorry bb 😭

You can’t stop him. How could you stop him? Faster than you can think, he has crossed the space between you and entombed Cregan in a stifling embrace. Cregan stands paralyzed, his eyes shifting, searching for escape. Tentatively, appeasingly, his hands slowly rise to hug the man in return.

I’M SORRY BB

He pushes between Cregan and the giant, terrifying, wrathful. The man dwarfs him. Criston doesn’t seem to know it.

GO CRISTON GO! WHERE ARE MY FUCKING POMPOMS—

You try to apologize to Cregan, but he isn’t listening to you. He’s listening to Aemond. Aemond is speaking to him, low and calm, too quietly for you to hear. “I’m okay,” Cregan says unsteadily. “I’m fine.” “It’s alright if you’re not,” Aemond tells him.

Of course you’re gonna give the patience to others that you won’t yourself you lovable fucking DUMBASS—

But also Cregan bb I’m so sorry I love you you deserve the best out of all of these boys 😭

Aegon replies as he kicks off his Crocs: “Did I ask, succubus?” He crawls into the bed, throws an arm casually across your waist, rests his head on your belly as your fingers thread through his chaotic blond hair, fond and tender.

I love you, you dramatic, colorful bitch 😭

He burrows into you, into your softness and your warmth and your truth and your mysteries. Sometimes you feel like you’ll give until he falls into you like a trapdoor, the bones of his hands tangling around your spine, his blood vessels spilling into all of your rage-scarlet cavities, hollows of the flesh, hollows of the soul. “You’re sad.”

So. Once again. Might I go on a THESIS ABOUT HOW GOOD YOU ARE WITH WORDS??? HUH??? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING PHENOMENAL AND EVOCATIVE??? HOW IT’S SO EXPRESSIVE BUT NOT OVERLY VERBOSE?????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA??????????????????

Aegon doesn’t argue with you, doesn’t try to defend himself, doesn’t make promises both of you know he could never keep. He only lays his head down on your belly again and pulls himself closer to you, closer, closer, melting into your melancholy, dissolving into dreams.

“I was eleven when he broke my arm. Thirteen when he cracked my skull for the first time. Then I got big enough to hurt him back.”

Man the others been dealing with neglect (mood) and this guy has been FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE 😭 Cregan please I’m so sorry you got stuck with diva’s you deserve a small loan of a billion dollars and an immediate retirement.

Your words are soft like a whisper, like gentle hands. “Cregan, I’m so sorry.”

BACK TO MY THESIS—

“I’ll give it a try. If you recommend it.” Cregan lights a cigarette and takes a drag. Criston glances over and then pretends he didn’t notice. “I have a daughter,” Cregan says; and you can’t stop the shock from hitting your face like a fist. He smiles faintly, wistfully.

I’m gonna simp—

You gesture to the crashing waves and say to Cregan: “If Aegon gets attacked by a shark, will you jump in and punch it or something please?” Cregan chuckles. “Yeah. That’s my main job here, I think. Stopping people from dying.” And then, seriously: “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me. I haven’t done anything that warrants it.” “No. Really.” Cregan reaches out, takes your uninjured hand, squeezes it briefly before releasing you. “Thank you, Stargirl.” Then he stands and walks to the water’s edge, letting the surf rush up over his ankles, for just a moment feeling nothing on his shoulders but the sunlight.

The way I want nothing but the best for this man and his shark punching, bear wrestling, wolf wrangling ways—

When Aemond speaks, there is perhaps a hint of envy, green like leaves of poison, gleaming like snakeskin. “What were you and Cregan talking about?”

AS IF YOU HAVE THE RIGHT MY GOOD BITCH—

“Freddie was very, very unplanned. The mother was a nobody, a rebound. And a lot of people assumed she did it on purpose to try to keep Louis. Or to get eighteen years of a luxury lifestyle out of him. Or to just get fame in general. Personally, I believe it was all of the above.”

It’s the balcony all over again I’m going to commit minecraft 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And the look that crosses Aemond’s face, the look: caustic, incredulous, night-dark, self-loathing. “Are you insane? Have you met me? I terrify kids. And I should, but not just because of the eye and the scar. What the hell do I know about being a decent father? What do I know about being a decent anything? I’d have no idea where to start. I’d fuck it up even if I tried desperately not to. I’d end up with kids like Aegon: addicts who hate themselves, people who are irrevocably lost.”

“They love who I was,” Aemond says. “Not who I am now. And that’s easy to do. They don’t have to look at me.”

(black fringe bangs intensifying)

“How the hell would I know? Probably.” He holds up a pair of red, white, and blue bikini bottoms that say Firecracker across the ass. “You think my dad would mind if you sent her these?” Criston is blushing. “Aegon, stop.” “You could get her a bikini top too. Oh look, that one over there is red, it matches. And it says MILF across the tits. So that’s pertinent.” “Stop!” Criston cries, distressed, and flees the store.

Aegon I think you just committed a war crime against your totally-not-father.

At the ordering counter, Jace—slightly less bruised and swollen today, and thus in better spirits—taunts Aegon: “Are you sure you need all that bread? You’re going to be wearing a muumuu on stage by the time we get to the Midwest.” “You know, just because you said that, now I’m going to get two hoagies…”

GOOD FOR YOU BABY EAT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT YOU’RE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL 😭

It’s surprisingly difficult to piss on a tiny stick of doom,

Mood, bbgirl 😭

“Good luck with that, Malibu Barbie. Nobody even knows I exist.” “Stay away from Aemond,” she says again, trembling with her futile bleach-blond rage. “We’re meant to be together. We have so much history.” “And yet no future.” You smile sweetly, breeze past her, step on one of her perfectly pedicured feet with a thoroughly unpretentious flip flop. By the time you return to them, the band is almost ready to leave Wawa.

GOD YOU KNOW THAT FELT GOOD. THE ABSOLUTE MIC DROP— but this is definitely not going to end here, something bad is gonna come of it I just know.

You’re not hungry, but Aegon coaxes you into taking a few bites from his hoagie.

Babygirl I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

He’s singing something very quietly, so quietly it takes you a while to recognize it. It’s not even a Comet Donati song. It’s Through The Dark.

Babygirl you make me wanna cry,,,,,,,,,,

“What am I going to do?” you whisper, scalding tears brimming in your eyes, shivering hands settling on your belly. In a few months, you’ll be showing. “What the hell am I going to do?”

Something delightfully dramatic, I have no doubts 😌

God everything is reaching it's PEAK OF CHAOS AND SUFFERING RIGHT NOW AND I'M LIVING BUT ALSO SUFFERING FOR IT. IT'S PHENOMENAL.

Comet Donati [Chapter 7: Heart Attack]

A/N: Hello all! Only 3 chapters left!!! 🥰 Thank you so much for loving this fic and giving all my eccentric AU ideas a chance. I’m currently in Washington DC visiting one of my best friends, so if I’m a little bit tardy replying to your comments/messages then that’s why. Don’t fear!! I will check in as soon as I can, and I am still amazed by and will forever cherish your support. 💜

Series Summary: Sex, drugs, boy bands. You are a kinda-therapist recruited (via nepotism) to help Comet Donati through a recent crisis. Things are casual with Aegon, very not-casual with Aemond. Loosely inspired by One Direction.

Chapter Warnings: Language, references to sexual content (+18), drugs, alcohol, smoking, Shelby being a bigger plague than the locusts of Egypt, mental health struggles, references to violence and abuse, New Jersey, pregnancy, mini golf, lots of content for the Cregan girlies.

Selected Chapter Quote: “We’re meant to be together. We have so much history.”

Word count: 6.2k.

Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.

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[campbluelake]

*Sips Malyciously* | Malyce Trial 3.2 | ATTN: More Audie questions sorry

"The killer is definitely strong. Strong enough to swing a pickaxe perfectly into a BB gun, rendering it useless."

Malyce sets his mug of soup into his lap, sighing. He's trying to act without bias, but someone is already in his crosshair.

"How strong are these BB guns anyway? If the culprit had a shirt and a sweater layered on top of it, they might not have any welts. While we figure that out, I want to try and create a series of events! I'm open to suggestions and changes."

Malyce stands up, shaking his muddy boot out of the small pile he sunk into. He walks back and forth as he considers.

"Warrick confronts the killer about their secret. "You're a serial killer." Then our killer panics because, holy shit! My slasher dreams will be crushed if this gets out! Maybe… they agree to talk on a specific channel on the walkie talkies so they're not seen together and it gets suspicious."

He felt like he was playing detective! Pretty cool, despite everything.

"They agree to meet up at the music room, thus the poncho… but the killer decided they have to silence Warrick! Even if he promised to keep their secret!"

He waves a hand dramatically.

"The killer chases after Warrick, and he makes his way through the Quarry to the BB gun range! He grabs himself a gun and shoots his pursuer a few times. But they're armed with a pickaxe, and it seems Warrick was overpowered by the sheer adrenaline that coursed through the killer's veins! They fight whilst going up the stairs to the climbing tower, the killer SMASHING the pickaxe into a few of the stairs, and into Warrick's leg…"

He's already seeing some holes. Shit.

"The conflict comes to an end in the thunderous storm, raging around them as they have their final confrontation! Warrick collapses, dead from his injuries to his leg and torso. The killer, filled with rage and satisfaction from another serial killing completed, slams the pickaxe into Warrick's chest! They then quickly make their getaway via the zipline, and none is the wiser…"

He sits back down next to Suzy, nodding.

"But I have to ask, since I dunno when this would fit in my timeline. Audie, do you remember anything that was being said over the walkie talkie before you went to the tower?"

[hooned]

Hello, I love your gifs! Do you have any tips for gif makers that only know the basics? ALSO, how are you? how is your day?

hello, love!! ❤️🥰 aww thank youuu sooo much for loving them bb!! i feel like i'm talking about my children hehe but it means so much to me that you guys somehow find joy in them!! ✨

oh oh oh hmm i guess one thing that i could say for gif makers who know the basics is WELL DONE!! YOU ARE DOING GREAT!! the basics are literally EVERYTHING so the fact that you already know them means you've already achieved so much!! 😚 so the next part would just be finding your style (coloring, hmm what type of gifs do u want to do?) or exploring options that could enhance the quality of your gifs (like vapoursynth, avisynth, or topaz) 😊 but but but you don't need to force yourself to learn these things okay? not using vapoursynth of topaz doesn't mean you are less of a creator than other people 😚 the fact that you are taking your time to create something for your fandom is already so much!! and worthy of loove and appreciation!! 🥰

ask me anything anon or not!! 🌸