#HERE WE GO LADS THE AGE OLD RIVALRY

[sonic-palooza]

Round Three - Match 1

[shinygoku]

gordon gordon gordon gordon

Gordon Gordon Gordon Gordon!!

He's been sneaking into these asks by proxy, so it's finally time for his dedicated session, hehe~

First impression

WUAAAGH what's up with this WEIRD LONG NOT-THOMAS and his FACE?!

Impression now

His face is still pretty weird! But you know what else it is? Part of an Absolute Legend ✨

Like, man, Gordon is such a big presence and interesting character, the entire premise leans heavily on him. I'm inclined to go as far as to say that the Blue Boys of 1, 2 and 4 here are the three most important characters for the franchise (not at all to knock everyone else lmao) and they slot nicely into a Triforce of Courage, Wisdom and Power, and Gordon has Power in spades!

Gordon is The Vain One (not James!). He's legit very strong and the fastest on Sodor (which isn't just being a big fish in a small pond because that island has some crazy cool engines!) but unfortunately he lacks humility. His success seems to have been lodged in his head before the series even begins and this Pride is the source of pretty much every single conflict he's involved in.

But when it isn't his self satisfaction in his actions, it's being smug about being such a grand, magnificent Tender Engine and he is snooty as hell about it. He seems to look at smaller engines [pretty much everyone compared to him lol] as a lesser class, particularly if they're small and cheeky and Tank Engines. This may not be the case exactly, but his way of talking to them and some other things he says are very condescending.

However... as much as a gigantic jerk he is at several points, with Gordon I kinda feel like he plain ass doesn't conceive of his words being out of line. That and having to Unlearn things... he's not innately better than everyone else. He sees things in black and white. There are Useful Engines, and those who should be scrapped. There are Noble Tender Engines and Lesser Tank Engines who exist to do the tedious chores on behalf of the Superior ones. Edward doing shunting is seen as Demeaning and contradicts Gordon’s world view that Tender Engines Don't Stunt™, and he doesn't like that one bit! (Also Edward was crossing the picket line but that wasn't Awdry's concern lmao)

Related is Gordon does seem oddly dense at times, like assuming that Tenders are in of themselves a Status Symbol rather than a large lunchbox of sorts lol, or that Tender Engines like him being too heavy for Branch Lines being because something about Branch Lines are degrading. This might be all Elitist Brainwashing influence. But still, that he just takes these as The Truth means I get to affectionately call him an idiot. And there is no other way to explain how he genuinely believes Bill and Ben were going to murder him if he wasn't missing a few brain bolts in there.

Fortunately, he does eventually start to learn the important lessons.... very gradually, but the Early Gordon is a pretty different beast to Later Gordon, and it's wonderful~

Also, I gotta give credit to him for having some moments of utter brilliance and actual grasp of reality and more complex matters, like culture. (Yeah, I'm rolling with his geniune Opera Knowledge from s6 of all things. It's good!) As much as Awdry himself may have disagreed, Gordon was in the right to want a Station Pilot and the Strike was called for (not bullying Edward for it, but myeah) ...but this leads to my next point: He seems to have a mental block when it comes to Emotions.

Certainly, he's as emotional as the others are, it's not just a scale of Snooty, Arrogant, Condescending, Prideful ....well, it is, but ALSO the more mixed and varied feelings: Shame, Sadness, Fear, Ambivilance, Irritation, Anger, Passion, Amused, Delight and so on. However, Gordon is seemingly unaware of how his words may make the others feel, and even at his cruellest it doesn't look like he's aware he's twisting a knife in. To Gordon, he's being honest, but his verbose manner ends up twisting and wriggling away from any valid point like an overgrown vine that somehow links back to how [Other Engine] is disgracing him, Gordon, by association.

Examples include: Being offended by Henry's new shape (??? Gordon dude he nearly died and this is an improvement, a good thing!), saying that Edward's age and difficulty starting a heavy ass packed load of passengers is grounds to be Retired or even Scrapped, other little insulting things like calling the likes of Thomas and James Little insistently (it seems to vary if he's trying to put them down or actually be affectionate), and many more when in the hands of inept writers who have to wheel out the same Gordon Learns A Lesson Plot every other season.

Like I said in the James post, I also think he kinda poisoned the Red guy with his snooty attitude... but I maintain that I think Gordon was unaware of this. He may know he has Influence, and enjoy that, but he really truly doesn't appear to mean to mould James into a smaller, redder version of himself. He's oblivious and from his own point of view, benevolent. Which is in fact a dangerous combo indeed!

It's... a lot o7;;

Again though, if you're looking at the books and s1-s5 of TVS you can see him grow and change. He does take a while to learn the lessons, but as time goes on he moves 2 steps forward and 1 step back, then eventually less steps back entirely. It's great! And so is Gordon. A big dumb meathead with not entirely uncalled for delusions of granduer. A dramatic so-and-so who is the best engine for his job.

I love this sophisticated jock who grows more kindness~ 💙

Favourite moment

Hm! This isn't as easy to decide lol. We all like Gordon Goes Foreign... but you know what sticks in my mind more?

hOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH

Look, I’m not 100% objective, here! But Ringo’s read of this line is fantastic (and keeps making me expect him to finish saying OOOHH SHIT) and it’s also a well deserved bolt of divine retribution for how rude he was being earlier. (As long as my essay already was, he very much needed the knocking down of some pegs here!)

Idea for a story

While both my fics with him thus far have been variations of Pre-Canon, Full-Arrogance and Snobbish Gordon (and both were a lot of fun!) ...but I cannot bear the same expired horse being beaten more when the story is set waaay later but he’s still up his own ass. Please, PLEASE writers, let him hold what growth he’s managed to gain!

I think it’d be good to accept that he’s gonna be outdated sooner or later, so have him help train another High Speed Engine and take them under his wing. The Christopher Awdry books kinda have something similar with Pip and Emma, but I think a better way of having Gordon be involved would be if he was actively doing some mentoring himself, as well as being a neat parallel with Edward, whose type was once Express only but got outclassed by A1s, and so the same can happen to this big A1 -> A3 lad and he can form a healthy relationship with some bright eyed newbie (and maybe have some self awareness and try to stop their head getting too large, lol).

Unpopular opinion

I know I just said him mentoring would be a cool story idea, but in canon? He is NOT a resident Dad type!! He’s a hotshot young man but he’s also a hot mess. He’s physically large but he’s not got the Energy of someone who dispenses sage advice and a shoulder to cry on. At best, he’s a weird uncle! One who means well but you shouldn’t take his life advice to heart because he’s actually just as, if not more clueless than you!

Favourite relationship

I feel inclined to say Thomas here. Emphatically not because Gordon is ‘old’ and Thomas is ‘young’, but because they’re so damn alike and actually make an excellent, albeit unconventional type of Rivalry.

Both are self important with genuine finesse in their respective talents, both are honest to a fault, both have redeeming qualities to offset their initial abrasiveness, and the first TVS episode is centred on the both of them and sets the tone for the series as a whole. There’s more parallels, of course, but I also wanna point out they’re effectively the mascots of North Western Rail in universe too, and I absolutely love this picture:

I also have immense fondness for the Down the Mine paradigm shift! Thomas gives Gordon grief over the ditch incident and later when it emerges the Fat Controller is gonna send for Gordon to pull him out, Thomas is filled with dread. But Gordon isn’t using the chance to lord over Thomas, he’s actually so amused by Thomas’ mishap and it coming at a time where he’s been significantly humbled, they instead become Comrades and I love it. I eat it up! Paint Pots and Queens isn’t anywhere near as good but I adore the little bit where they’re appealing for the other, equals and watching each other’s back~

But yeah, as Friendly Rivals they both feel very authentic and yet, in a daft way, sweet ;3

Favourite headcanon

He still says “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” when pulling the Express. That’s a HC as I think the show phased it out, but I like it lol. I feel like my essay on him contains most of the headcanon stuff, but it’s all based on what’s shown, baybee!

[gotham--fc]

Yeah like im pretty sure for like 95% of history England been like fuck you france and France has been like fuck you england (like that tik tok 😂) and then the remaining 5% they’ve fought together on stuff ( but even then they were like eh ig we’ll be allies ).

What’s your favourite era of history? Mines Europe during the inter war period (though I did this really interesting history topic where it was medicine from like the stone age to now and there was some mad stuff going on like during this a surgery the doctor managed to kill the patient, nurse and the person observing the operation and the whole Black Death plague stuff was really interesting too. Plus the invention of vaccines was wild cause Jenner was like yo can I inject your 9 year old kid with this virus and then infect him with another virus that kills tons of people? I can! Ta)

Nah we love rivalries (especially usa v Canada omg) .Plus yeah it must be dead weird to be on basically Canada v USA teams when they face each other ,and we love hockey fights, it’s not technically violence if it’s in the rules (only a two? Minute penalty if u don’t take ur gloves off) so like it’s allowed u just sit in the naughty hockey player seat on a timeout for a bit? I might be just bias tho cause I play hockey and would have a lil brawl if it was needed (I would get decked tho 100%- I’m small) . And full on fights are fun to see, I saw a fight in our mens team game that was on before my training and it was so sudden and it was like yes go on then lad. (Think the other player ran our goalie and our team had 0 of it)

And yeah Sochi looked a lot of fun to watch, I got into hockey late so haven’t watched an Olympics with nhl players in (the 2018 ones got me into it- and we do not speak of the womens outcome of that :( ) the ones in Vancouver looked amazing tho, I can imagine how wild the arenas got when pou and Crosby scored the golden goals. Also you know Wickenheiser wrote a book, I haven’t read it yet (looking to get it for Xmas) but if ur a fan of her it could be a good shout?

And yeah with the betting it’s like 😬 I’m either gonna be dead on or miles off 😑. I might see if I can get a teammate to do a wager with me, and have like the loser wear the jersey of the team they hate or something (cries in two of my best mates are Toronto fans and I’m a Montreal fan 😂). And yeah we defo like games where we have a lot of goals as a safety net (the 7-1 GB v Estonia game I watched was fun mainly bc we didn’t have to worry too much about it being close and them beating us, and as a GB fan watching GB play Canada it’s like ‘as long as we don’t get shutout/ go to double digits it’s ok’-(not sure where I was going here or the relevance but 😂🤷‍♀️) )

And nah tons of people haven’t watched to office so it’s sound, I haven’t watched all episodes tbf 😬.

And haha yeah I realised that when I was replying it was like woah I am jumping from topic to topic here lol, this is gonna make 0 sense😂.

Again sorry if this makes no sense (and if I’m using tons of English slang, realised I used Ta which I’m pretty sure is English/ British😂)

France and England being allies is like they both said “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” then realized the enemy of their enemy was each other and then they couldn’t take it back and had to work together

Or keep your friends close and your enemies closer 😂

I mean, I think my favourite era is probably the Tudor/Stuart era of England because honestly for an unsuccessful monarchy the tudors did a lot of shit and the stuarts being like yes… Catholics we hate them…. Ahem oh us? Nonono we’re not Catholic…. yet

But also I think like Canada’s confederation is pretty interesting because it’s interesting for me to see how Canada went from England and France to upper and lower Canada to what we’re at now, and I think it’s ironic that the English were so discriminatory to the French and then Quebec turned out to be one of the most intolerant provinces. I also really liked learning about the evolution of sports in Canada and creating Canada’s national sport because it was almost cricket. Cricket!! And then how the white man essentially stole lacrosse from the indigenous people and then made all these rules to exclude them, and same with hockey even though we’re not sure who invented hockey but I mean cmon do we really think the English or the French would’ve invented anything worthwhile?? They’re the ones who wanted cricket

This just in: I like sports lol

Oh I love fights, idk if they allow fights in the ohl but that’s literally the only pro hockey I’ve seen in person, and I know women’s hockey doesn’t allow it, but it’s been so long since I’ve been to an ohl game that I don’t remember if I’ve seen any fights but I do love fights and I wanna see some action

I don’t watch men’s hockey so I could not care less about men’s hockey at the Olympics but yeah I watched the women’s team but I am upset at myself for not knowing or caring about hockey outside the Olympics because I could’ve watched the cwhl before it folded 😭

I did not know the love of my life wrote a book!! Adding it to my Christmas list!

None of my irl friends care about sports so I can’t really bet with them because if we watch a game together they’ll just root for the same team as me. And I typically either root for the same teams as my brother or we don’t know anything about the leagues the others watch, sometimes we’ll watch a neutral game or like men’s soccer that neither of us watch and just pick a team and see who wins for bragging rights

Yeah I haven’t really seen a lot of classic shows like the office or how I met your mother or idk others that everyone has seen

And no like I’m following you, I’m getting it, idk if everyone else does but I’m keeping track of all this lol. Honestly tho I don’t know if I’m using Canadian slang when I’m talking because that’s just normal talking for me but it’s probably not for you haha

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Pancakes

All about Sayuri's favourite food.

Notes:

This is another ficlet about Obito and my OC, Sayuri. And I guess her parents too! Minor spoilers for my long-running fic, Sayuri.

Uzumaki Yumi didn’t always cook.

In her youth, she is too busy running through the waves, like lots of children her age, or rolling about in the long grass, much to the despair of her mother, who moans about the stains.

In kunoichi lessons she listens eagerly when the teacher talks about flowers and ikebana, and her arrangements are often touted as fine examples of work.

For cookery she gets an acceptable pass. Edible. Nothing to write home about.

“Hmm,” the teacher chews thoughtfully, “a little tough. Needs more salt.”

“I don’t see what I need to cook for,” she retorts, “I can just buy from the store.”

“And what stores will you find in the middle of the field?”

“Well, uh, I’ll find one,” she replies, cheeks warm.

And then, the war starts, so she is dodging smoke bombs and projectiles, and finding the best way to patch up wounds when there is no medic nearby, and eating riceballs and protein bars on the go.

But sometimes protein bars are not enough and she has to learn how to cook, so if her teammates, her friends are to survive to the evening, they sure wouldn’t die from food poisoning.

And then, as the city crumbles, fleeing with her husband, Kenta, who says nothing of the subpar stews that she concocts, although she sees how he grimaces as he chews his way through overcooked venison.

At a civilian village in the Land of Fire, she sees a poster at the village hall.

‘Home cooking class, for all your family needs by Pan Keiko.’

“Do you want to have a go?” Kenta says, once he had doubled back after seeing his wife was not behind him, “We could stop here for a while.”

“We can’t,” Yumi shakes her head, already pulling away, “it’s far too expensive. We only have so much, and it’s got to last. Who knows how long we’ll be here for?”

“What’s wrong with right here? It seems safe enough.”

“Well, if you think so...”

“Besides you’ll be needing to eat well soon enough, for the little one,” he touches her stomach, at the subtle swell of her belly underneath her clothes.

“If you’re sure…”

“Go on,” he finishes with a kiss to her cheek, “ I’ll find a place for us to stay.”

The class consists of making a katsu curry from scratch, and, surprisingly, pancakes.

Yumi is sure her curry sauce doesn’t taste quite right, and finds herself growing increasingly flustered as she tries to fix it with the numerous spices available.

Here dear,” the elderly woman leans over from the table next to her, and works adding a bit of this and a bit of that—so it resembles something closer to the example.

“Thank you,” Yumi replies easily, “I shall have to remember more how to do the blends.”

“You’re welcome dear. But between you and me, you can easily just buy the packet roux from the shops. It tastes just as good. Of course Keiko would argue differently.”

“So you know Pan-san do you?” Yumi asks as they prepare the ingredients for pancakes. It is an odd choice, but Yumi is glad that the recipe seems simple enough.

“Oh we go way back. But what about you? You come from far?”

“We were just passing through,” Yumi says guardedly. This elderly lady looks kindly enough, but they can never be too careful.

“Little one on the way?”

“Oh, yes,” Yumi confirms, consciously putting her arm protectively over her stomach. She is barely showing and this lady has noticed already?

“It’s nice when they’re small,”  the lady muses, “I take care of my grandson. Growing lad he is, I seem to forever find myself getting more food for him. Always getting himself in trouble, fighting with his friends. But what can I do? I just make sure he’s got enough, and he’s happy, it’s the best I can do.”

Yumi nods and smiles, hoping to herself that there will not be too much trouble ahead for her child.

—

Uchiha Rina arrives home to Konoha late that evening. Her grandson is waiting on the steps, still in his mission gear, which looks rather like it need a wash. He scrambles to his feet when he sees her.

“Grandma you’re back! You should let me escort you going that far!”

“Pah!” She brushes off his hand trying to help her in—she was proud of her grandson for always being so caring, always willing to give a hand, but she is hardly an invalid—”I’m perfectly fine thank you! The road’s safe enough.”

The next morning Rina tries out the pancake recipe, seeing if she can replicate what she had done in the class.

Her grandson comes down the stairs sniffing the air. He had taken a shower thankfully, as evidenced by his hair being more unruly than it usually was. Rina always had to resist the urge to tame his locks, as whenever she tried to get a hairbrush near him, he would squirm away with a wail of “Grandma!”

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying out this recipe I got from Keiko. If you stay and help you might get some.”

“Oh no thanks! I gotta train! Gotta work hard and then I can finally beat Kakashi!”

“Rin might like it if you cooked something like these for her.” Perhaps it is a little devious, but Rina is fond of Rin. She is a good influence on him. This...rivalry with Kakashi, she had hoped it was harmless childhood play, but it had only amplified once Obito had become genin.

She does worry about him.

“Oh yes, I guess she might!” Obito exclaims, interest piqued by the mention of Rin and jumps in to help.

“Well you do it like this, that’s it, and pour the batter carefully, you’ve got to do the—watch it Obito!”

—

The village isn’t suitable after all. No housing available that isn’t an extortionate amount of money.

“I’m sorry Yumi,” Kenta says, holding her in his arms.

—

The rainy village of high rise buildings admittedly wouldn’t have been Yumi’s first choice, but it is a welcome refuge, especially when her stomach is already considerably swollen.

“Everyone’s welcome here,” they say.

And two weeks later, she gives birth to her daughter in the room of a worn and busy hospital.

Yumi sings to her daughter in the tiny cramped apartment, rocking Sayuri in the sling as she  giggles and grabs fistfuls of her hair.

It is worse when she is mobile, as she climbs over all the furniture and Yumi has to keep an eye on her at all times. She has to arrange the bulk of her cooking while Sayuri is taking a nap and then make sure to oversee as she eats from her highchair, feeding herself pancake clumsily with a fork in her pudgy little hands.

One day Sayuri manages to clamber onto the sill and knock down the vase of irises there. Yumi jumps to save it, but of course, it is too late, and she silently mourns the casualty.

Sayuri is blissfully unaware of the consequences of her actions and sits there in her napkin clad bottom, waving her little fingers.

“Buhbye.”

Kenta bursts into laughter.

“You saying bye-bye to the flower Sayuri-chan?”

She stops in her waving, looks up wide-eyed at her father, and sticks her fingers in her mouth.

But then that place too becomes unsafe and once again,  they have to flee.

Yumi is almost in tears as the skies burn, holding on tightly to her husband’s hand, Sayuri held close against her as they escape.

“Kenta, we can’t keep on running, please!”

They flit from place to place and when they hide in the cramped backroom of a store, the owner having caught sight of them and ushered them in, Yumi feeds Sayuri with cold bits of pancake to distract her, silently praying she will not cry.

Eventually, they find a place where they could rest.

It is safe. Safe and normal. It comes with a price. Renounce your old lives. Forget everything you have come from. Your family, your heritage. Shinobi create conflict. They are banned.

“Yes, of course, we’re just a simple civilian family. We just want a good life for our daughter.”

She can have the garden of her dreams. Roses and bluebells and chyransatheums and hydrangea.

Sayuri plays in the dirt, scooping up fistfuls of mud and forming them into flat discs.

“Pancakes! I’m making pancake!”

When she tires  of playtime, she runs to her mother.

“Mummy? Can I have some pancakes?”

“Sayuri-chan, you cannot have pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“When I grow-up I will,” says Sayuri with all the wisdom of a four year old.

—

Obito learns to make pancakes properly eventually, after a few mishaps.

Rin and Kakashi come round after one failed baking session.

“Oh, Obito-kun, what are you making?”

“N-nothing!” Obito lies, glad that he has hidden the burned offerings.

Kakashi sniffs the air pointendly.

“Smells like burning.”

“Shut up Bakakashi!”

“You two! Come on, I got popcorn from the store. Let’s watch this movie.”

Some weeks later he manages to produce something edible and presents it to Rin, eagerly waiting for her reaction.

She takes a bite.

“Hey, these are pretty good! Thanks Obito.”

He tries to play it cool, though his palms are sweating.

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

Rin. How he loves her.

—

“Are you sure you’re not hungry, Sayuri-chan. Pancakes, your favourite.”

The child shakes her head.

“My tummy hurts,” she complains.

At the parent-teacher meeting, Kubo-sensei talks about Sayuri’s behaviour.

“Sayuri is a very vivacious young girl, we are only concerned where she is spending her energy. Does she practice her needlework at home?”

“Oh yes, I make a point of homework before play,” Yumi replies. She will not be seen as an incompotent mother.

“Of course. Just to make sure, your daughter does know the law of the village? We all abide by the rules.”

“You understand, don’t you Sayuri-chan?”

“Yes,” Sayuri says quickly, looking downcast.

Sayuri keeps up her subdued demeanour on the walk home.

“Are you okay? Did you want to speak to Kubo-sensei about something?”

“No mummy, I’m fine.”

—

It would be easy to just order ready made meals and takeaway, so long as she gets some form of sustenance. He doesn’t have to pay that much attention to her. Just enough to make sure she doesn’t wither away, not until she’s fulfilled her purpose

It won’t hurt to indulge, just a bit.

He makes the goofy, clumsy persona for her.

He fools around, going to drop the whisk and catching it at just the right moment, speaking in that childish voice, dancing around the kitchen.

She laughs easily at it, a childish giggle that softens the edges of his heart, just a bit. If he has a heart, that is.

“Welcome to Tobi’s pancake cookery class.”

She grins delightedly, eyes wide in childish curiosity.

She pushes the whisk around with a grim determination, pulling on all the strength from her inner core, which is not a lot. He has to take the bowl from her after to combine the ingredients properly.

Of course, she insists on flipping the pancakes herself and Obito has to navigate the delicate balance of catering to her innocent demands and not allowing her to injure herself. It’s all for the long game of course. Seeing her expression turn to sugar-induced delight is not any indication that he actually. He just has to do enough, to get her to trust him completely.

Yes, a little bit of indulgence won’t hurt.

When it becomes evident she is not what he thought, he vows not to have anything to do with her. Oh, he could keep her, as another foot soldier, she is obedient enough, but best not to pay any mind to her. Best not pay any mind to the small ache he feels when she avoids his gaze, pulling on her long sleeves.

—

When she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, he automatically goes to crack the eggs and stir in the milk and the flour.

What the hell is he doing? He isn’t meant to do this. She is nothing, nothing.

And she is everything.

She forgives him of course, far too easily.

He watches her as she pushes the food around her plate, looking towards nothing.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

At his words, she looks up at him, and for a moment the vacant expression flickers to something akin to what she would look at her childhood teacher with, before it reverts to a neutral expression. She takes a very small bite.

At night he can hear her crying.

—

She lazes on the sofa, feet up on the arm, munching something from a paper cone. He looks at the packaging and sees it’s from the new crȇpe stand she had been talking about earlier.

“They’re alright,” she says, “Yours are much better.”

She pivots, feet hitting the floor, then she stands, and her face gets very close.

“They’re sweet. Like you.”

Her smiles are becoming less of a child and more those of a woman.

—

She watches him often as he cooks, insisting that she could help. He decides to keep her far away from the stove, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to peer over his shoulder. She pokes at the batter and licks it off her finger. He takes the bowl from her and she pouts at that, then moves onto the syrup bottle, eating it by the spoon.

He grimaces; how could you like that much sugar?

She grins in that impish way of hers.

“Are you going to save any of that for your pancakes?”

“Hmm, maybe.”

She nestles in his lap, eating with her fingers, and every other bite she would pass up bits to his mouth. They are sickly sweet, although he is not sure if that is to do with her own preference, or the way his tastebuds have matured.

She licks the remnants from her fingers so that in the end she is very sticky. He has to insist she wash her hands afterwards to which she does under protest, berating him for bossing her around.

She kneels between his legs and he has to struggle to keep his moans quiet. One hand is between her own legs, fiddling with herself before she sinks down atop him.

She latches herself onto his neck, and not for the first time, Obito is grateful he wears things with high collars.

They sleep together peacefully for once.

—

He knows it has been a difficult mission, for she ends up in hospital afterwards. When she is let out she insists that she is fine. She follows the rule about not showing emotion as a shinobi to the letter and often tries to hide her feelings even when they are in private. Part of it is his own doing, he knows that. And although he could reassure her that it was perfectly okay for her to show her emotions more readily, he cannot force her.

He could hardly lecture her on it given his own track record.

Giving her the once over with his sharingan he deduces that she is mostly okay, although he feels that at least one night or two more in the hospital might have benefitted her. He does not voice his concerns though as the last time he did it had not gone well at all.

“So you don’t want me here do you,” she accuses, and flounces off.

“It is not that. I’m just thinking after your health.”

“Oh,” she blinks, and has the grace to look embarrassed, “But I like being with you.”

He can’t help but smile at that and resigns himself to let her have her way.

That night,she sobs into him as he holds her and strokes her hair. He does not ask about any details, and she does not tell him.

“Can I have something to eat?” She asks quietly after she is more settled.

“Sure. What do you want?”

“Pancakes.”

He nods and heads down to the kitchen to prepare, her trailing along behind.

Pancakes it is.

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The intern | 4: Friday evening plans

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): intern!au / fluff / mild angst Group(s): NCT / Red Velvet Pairing(s): Moon Taeil x fem!reader Summary: The new Elysion Publishings intern is the youngest they ever had. It’s not a problem until she grabs the attention of the IT guy. Warning(s): Age-gap of five years [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

“So”, asks Wendy with a smirk as soon as I set my backpack on my desk the Monday after the so-called ‘date’ with Mark. 

“So what?”, I ask, playing dumb. 

She groans and rolls towards me on her desk chair. She pulls me down by my collar and I look shocked at her. “Did you seduce my cousin with your white girl charm? I swear, he has a kink for that kind of shit.”

I pull her hands off my collar with wide eyes. “First of all, ew. Second of all, I had a lot of fun with him. He has a fun personality.”

“But... You sound like saying a but. There’s always a but”, she says as she looks at me disappointed.

“But... we noticed that we clicked wonderfull as friends. We exchanged our numbers, so we’ve been texting all weekend”, I say while shrugging.

“Who does who text? Are you and the IT guy texting?”, asks Johnny with a smug smirk as he and Taeyong arrive. 

“Oooooh, have you and Loverboy been sexting!”, exclaims Taeyong with a sly smirk.

I facepalm myself a little too hard before I lay my head on my arms with a groan.  “I try to convince myself every day that hitting old people is not okay but you three are making it really hard for me.”

It’s later in the day and nothing big happened. Nothing except the constant teasing of Wendy, Johnny, and Taeyong. But that’s a regular thing by now. 

So understand my surprise when I saw Taeil sitting at my desk chair, playing with the leaves of a plant I have on my desk as I return from lunch with Johnny. 

“Taeil? What are doing here?”, I ask as I approach him. 

As Taeil looks up from hearing my voice, a bright smile spreads on his face. He jumps out of my chair and shoves his phone in his pocket. Looking effortlessly handsome in the process but that doesn’t matter. 

“Ah, I texted you but you didn’t answer so I thought that it was far easier to just drop by but your friend told that you went out for lunch with your tall colleague before she left with that other one who just kept smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.”

Oh right, we exchanged phone numbers a while a. But since I don’t have any internet except for the wifi hotspots, I am not available.

I groan and throw my head back, breathing deeply in and out. “I swear to god... I am sorry for Taeyong, he doesn’t know when he’s being creepy.”

“Ah well, I am used to it by now. I mean, I am friends with you.”

I look at him with big eyes. “I am not creepy!” 

Taeil whines as I hit him on his arm. “Oh? You are not? Then explain why you hid under a strange guy’s desk and held his leg tightly.”

I lean back and let out a string of incoherent sounds out of frustration. In the corners of my eyes, Johnny shoots up from behind the dividers and looks at me sternly. 

“You did what?! Hid under his desk? Did I not teach you that you shouldn’t hide by strangers, but from strangers.”

With a roll of my eyes, I twirl around in my chair and say sarcastically, “yeah, sorry dad.”

“It’s Daddy for you, young lady.” Johnny winks before disappearing behind the dividers, probably continuing with the corporate identity he and Wendy have to create.

“If you roll your eyes more, I’m afraid they will roll out of their sockets”, teases Taeil as he sees me rolling my eyes, again.

“You know”, I begin with a spin of my chair, “if you’re only here to tease me and be mean, you can better leave. I have an internship to keep up.”

Taeil laughs. “Please, I saw your work before and it’s by far the best I’ve ever seen. I wonder why you’re not already under the graphic design team instead of design and development.”

“Me too”, throws Johnny over the dividers.

“That’s because I know when I have gold on my hands and I won’t let Team Leader Shin get away with the golden team award, again”, says a voice behind us and we turn around. 

Team Leader Byun stands behind us with a determined look on his face. 

I quickly get up from my chair and bow, elbowing Taeil to do the same. 

Ah, the endless fight between the design and development and graphic design team aka Team Leader Byun vs Team Leader Shin. They have this kind of friendly rivalry between them that is just hilarious to watch. 

Since the graphic design team is just a higher-paid design and development team, a lot of employees get tossed around the two teams. 

If it wasn’t for Team Leader Byun’s pride, I would definitely be on the graphic design team. But I like my deskmates way too much to ever leave them for a higher paying job. 

Team Leader Byun claps in his hands. “Well, enough chit chat. You, my fine young lad, are keeping my favourite intern off her work. Chop chop, off you go.” Byun shoves Taeil away from me and into the elevator. 

Before I lose Taeil out of my sighs, he holds up his phone and points to it. 

“Why are you smiling like an idiot at your phone. Did you receive a nude from Loverboy?”, teases Taeyong as he and Wendy come back from their lunch. 

I scrunch my nose and look in disgust at the smirking elder. “As if”, I scoff and turn towards my Mac, continuing my project.

“Okay, I had enough of it. Why are you dressed up so nicely?”, says a frustrated Wendy as she slams her Mac close. 

It is the end of day on Friday and all three of them have been eying me suspiciously.

“Wha... what do you mean?”, I look down at my outfit. It’s just a bright yellow blouse with some jeans.

“Yeah”, she begins, “but,  you’re hair is done neatly, you have jewellery on, your nails are painted. What’s going on?” Wendy lists the things off my appearance and a blush creeps on my face, my hands cupping my cheeks. 

“Let’s not forget the cute little twinkle in your eyes”, adds Taeyong with a flutter of his eyelashes. 

“Ah... well...”, I scratch behind my ear. “I have agreed to meet up with Taeil and his friends after work to grab something to eat and then visit the Coex mall.”

A string of teasing ‘ooh’s’ ring through the air and I groan. 

“So you and Loverboy are going on a date.” Taeyong folds his hands under his chin and flutters his lashes. 

I gag and scrunch my nose at his action. “As if! We’re going with his friends. There will be nothing date-like about the da─ about it.” 

“So you admit it’s a date.” 

I send Johnny a glare as I stand up from my chair. “I swear to God”, I hiss. “I’m going to the toilet. And not a word about this whole ordeal when I am back.”

“To touch up your make-up for your date?”

I hit Taeyong’s head as I walk past him. “No. To pee, oppa.”

I quickly walk to the toilet as it’s almost 6 o’clock and Taeil can come by any minute. 

And I am right. The moment I step out of the bathroom, I bump into a chest and stumble back. 

“Gotcha”, says the familiar voice of Taeil as he prevents me from falling, by wrapping his arms around me and pressing me close to his torso. 

I look up with big eyes as Taeil lets go of me, making sure I am standing steady on my two feet.

“Jezus dude, did you come straight out of a drama?”, I joke as we walk towards my desk. 

“Well, I try. How else can I assert my dominance and find a lady?” Taeil leans against one of the dividers with folded arms, earning a weird look from Wendy while I get teasing looks and kissy faces from Taeyong and Johnny behind him. 

“Yeah sure, mister paradise bird. I’m sure you attract all the pretty ladybirds who will court you. Or you can just T-pose”, I say while packing up my bag and flinging it over my shoulder. 

“ I’ll see you guys on Monday. Have a nice weekend!” I wave them goodbye before nodding at Taeil, signing we can go. 

“Oh wait”, I say as we pas Team leader Byun’s office. 

I walk towards the glass door and knock on it, opening it when I see Mr Byun nod. “I just wanted to say that I send those files you wanted through the mail”, I say with a smile and Team Leader Byun nods with a content smile. 

“Yes, I noticed that. Thank you for your hard work, even if it was on such short notice.”

I smile and wave. “It was nothing. Have a nice weekend, Mr Byun.” 

I turn around and walk with Taeil towards the elevator. 

“So, you had any last-minute projects?”, he questions with a cock of his head as we get into the crowded elevator. 

I hum.  “Someone didn’t deliver their work correctly and then skedaddled their way out of the office, right before their vacation. So Mr Byun asked me to fix it.” 

As we arrive at the bottom floor, I feel my phone vibrate and grab it from my back pocket.

I roll my eyes at Johnny’s text and put it my phone back in my pocket. 

“So”, I begin, dragging the ‘o’ out, “do your friends know I’m coming too?”

Taeil nods as he holds the door open for me. “Yup, I texted them right after and they were cool with it. They’re really chill people so you don’t have to worry, okay?”

I look slightly up at him with big eyes. “How... how did you know?”

“You just confirmed it. And I see it in the way you fiddle with your fingers”, he says with a chuckle as he points out the way I have been plucking at my nails and playing with the ring around my finger. 

I let out a soft ‘oh’ and turn right, to go to the metro, when Taeil’s hand around the strap of my backpack stops me. 

“And where do you think you’re going?”, he questions me with an arched eyebrow as he drags me in the opposite direction.

“To the metro?”, I state matter-of-factly. 

“Why would we go with the metro when I have my car parked here?”

My eyes grow big. “You have a car?”, I question astonished. 

“Yeah”, he shrugs. “Who doesn’t at the age of twenty-five? Don’t you have a car?” Taeil looks at me. 

“Well, no... But I do have my licence! Only took twenty lessons and one exam,” I beam proudly as we come to a halt. 

Taeil grabs a pair of car keys out of his pocket and unlocks his car. He opens the trunk and holds up his hand. “Give me your backpack so you don’t have to drag it with you this evening.”

I nod and quickly slide the straps off my shoulders. 

“Lemme first grab my wallet out of it.” I zip open the front zipper and grab my wallet, sliding it in the inside pocket of my jacket. 

“You don’t have to bring it with you, you know”, says Taeil as he closes the trunk and opens the car door for me. 

“But what if I see something cute and want to buy it”, I smile. 

Taeil mutters something under his breath and closes the car door, stepping in behind the wheel. He starts the car and drives away, into the busy Seoul traffic. 

We babble about work and life the way there until we arrive in a covered parking space and get out. 

“Doyoung texted that they already ordered a round of drinks. I hope you like water”, says Taeil as he checks his phone. 

“It’s perfect.”

[fishingformoncy-blog]

✉️ – a caring note & ✉️ – a frightened note (THROWS THESE AT YOU SINCE I CAN SEND MORE -youwillobcy)

$$$  MR. KRABS AND HIS NOTES  |  selectively accepting!

✉️ – a caring note

DEAR PLANKTON ,

               Hey, lad. It’s been a while since we las saw each other. I guess I could say it’s bittersweet. My customers haven’t had any complaints, and profits are skyrocketing! I still remember the last time you tried to take the formula. I’m still paying off the debts to those windows, and if you worked here, boy, it’d be coming straight out of your paycheck. Then again, maybe I could just steal it from you. Remember when I used to do that back when we were in high school? Sweet Neptune were those the days. I still think about having another smoke when all the stress from the Krusty Krab is driving my head bonkers. I’ve tried to stop, though. The Navy taught me otherwise. Also tried to help on my bad pickpocket habit. Emphasis on TRIED.

               Anyway, I guess I’m writing you because I’m concerned. Listen, despite all the fights we had, and all the senseless rivalries we’ve lived through over the past decades, I still care about you. Sometimes I still think what it would be like working together. My old best pal and I making the OLD Plabby Patties. 

               I’ll be honest, that name STILL rolls off the tongue better than “ Krabby. “

               You haven’t had any customers in ages! Not to rub in it like I normally do, but you at least have twenty or so customers in a day. Your food is bad, but one man’s garbage is another man’s booty! And your chummy, weird science stuff is what some people like! Are you on a vacation? Did you and Karen go somewhere for a break? Or are you sulking?

               Whatever it is, please be careful, Sheldon. Despite what I may say, I am worried about you. No business means no…  money.

               $  A shiver from the cheapskate! Body shook and stare drove onward. After a moment though, shoulders are rolled and claws continue back to writing. Pencil is quick to be shimmied across paper, words flowing so freely. It was as if the man had finally kicked the pressure of his chest.

               That’s terrifying, Plankton. I know you probably don’t understand it, but being poor is the worst feeling in the world! No heat, barely any food, and worst of all – no cash! You won’t be able to control anything without money. And I don’t want you to go what I had to go through.

                                                                    —  Hope you’re safe,                                                                                                                Eugene.

               $  After reading it over five, six, seven – a million times – Mr. Krabs rolled up the letter and shoved it in his mailbox. It did take the crab a minute though. One that stretched more into a solid eleven as his heart pondered on if this truly was the right decision. It would be, right? Nothing wrong with telling someone that he’s worried about their financial situation.

✉️ – a frightened note

DEAR PLANKTON ,

               I can’t stop thinking about you did. Freezing me like that, and exposing me to King Neptune! I could have died there. I could have been chopped up to bits and used in someone’s mashed potatoes! It makes me shiver at the thought! Nobody eats you for supper; they’d barely get any filling or nutrients from a tiny, insignificant thing like you! 

               $  There was an odd change in spacing. The paragraph was a good five lines higher than the ones below. Not to mention, the ink was slightly smudged.

               I guess I just can’t believe you did this.

               Are you really that angry? Angry enough to kill a man? Angry enough to kill your best friend, even if they were best friends when they were just wee-ones?

                $  “  —  I never knew your hatred was so intense …  “

               I never knew your hatred was so intense.

               $  As voice and hand matched up in time, the man knew there was no use in sending this letter. It was already so unnecessarily harsh, and deep down the crab knew it would solve nothing. What would Plankton do, anyway? Change after reading some stupid letter? Why would he? He never changed before – why would he ever change now?!

                $  A sigh. Mr. Krabs begins to cut apart the note with one of his pincers.

[elementalgod-aj]

I was inspired by @inmytimewe chart ,so I  redid  Anomys Relationship chart with the rest of the  Isles residents  

Anomy:   I know almost everyone here in good Ole inkwell and yes even the debtors

Cuphead   well  hes  I  guess was kinda  like me at a young age always had fun  and causing trouble  I'm glad the lad   is a good pal  of mine

Mugman  hes a good helpful hand at times  hes defiantly the responsible one out of them but there likes peas in  a pod   

Elder Kettle  knew my Pa during the war  hes probably one of the wisest  elders I know of 

Ms. Chalice  well I  do admire her storys  was a great warrior and I’m glad to her shes ok  and with the Boys 

Pork rind   he’s a good guy to  talk  to  and hes a good buisness man ill  give him that 

 Turtle  People can learn  a lot from  a pacifist like him

Forkington  hmmm  well  I know hes  high up  in  rich  town but come on don’t be a snob 

(The root pack ) there great guys to hang out when I first came to inkwell  they helped me understand what goes around here  Psycarrot’s got a good head on his shoulders sort to  speak  ,Moe tato  is a hardy guy I sometimes but heads with him back then  ,Weepy  the sweet guy  I’m glad hes got  good buddies watching out for him

Goopy is one nice slime its just when you fight him he  gets narcissistic  but good fight none the less

Cagney  and Hilda   well it took me a while to gain there trust but just like everyone in inkwell  glade there good folks  Hilda thought me about astrology  and I help  with Cagney’s garden

Ribby and croaks  well I  havent seen them in a while  but my brother  Pads and them a rivalry  going on I think  ?

Bonbon : she is a good friend I  sometimes head to her kingdom to   see how things are going  but I still don’t know why she sold her soul though best not to  ask

Djimmi  well  hes  larger then life is what i’ll  say I  just now one thing  don’t have Djasmine and him in the same room,  woah boy  !

Beppi  well he makes me laugh XD  I love clowns

Grim hes a sweetheart for a large dragon  

Wally and his son well  there ok just don’t tick  them off

Rumor ummmm I  got inot a bit of trouble with  her  for one thing my daughter  ratel  and her bird friend kept sneaking into her hive  so  she billed me for the damages I'm still paying for it

Dr. K and his robot  :  a few of my employees  where under his teachings he is a great scientist  

Capt. Brineybeard   is   well  . well ok I  liked him before he tried stilling my necklace

Calla  well   * blushed* shes one of the first mermaids I  ever met i’ll put it like that

Werner  he is a  genius    like Kaul   its just one time  he scared me with his giant cat bot  

sally   hmm shes a good actress I've been  to  a few of her plays  9 stars

Phantom express  there a unlively bunch XD in a good way

Dice ……………. he’s a jerk   and won’t leave my hotel  alone so   yeah

The devil   ……  lets just say  my family  is  somewhere on his  S*** list 

tipsy troop  :  when not fighting    I  don’t mind them 

Chips  hmmm   I  like to  fight the guy

Wheezy  two  words  air freshener 

Pip and dot  um  well   we don’t  talk  much  

 Hopcus   Insane in his rabbit membrane  im not going to be his volunteer 

Phear lap  I beat him in  the Kentucky Derby XD 

 Pirouette  hmm  I know that Rochelle and her are old friends so  shes not that bad 

Mangosteen  hmmmm   weird 

Mr. chimes    when not fighting  and as long as he doesn’t bang his chimes in my ear I'm cool with him

[shestillhasherquill]

Men, Women and all the Angels (2/?)

Summary: Emma Swan was an Angel, fallen from her grace and living a life of puffy vests, flannels and monsters. Killian Jones was a member of the British Men of Letters, but is just a disgraced expat, with an endless supply of rum and shotguns. What happens when the angel and the hunter have to face the threat posed by the Men of Letters? An SPN!AU

I apologise for the delay. My father passed away two months ago and I was not in any frame of mind to focus on fanfiction; nor did I have the motivation until recently to write again. It has been such a hard and painful time, and I’m so grateful to @kmomof4​ for being so great and understanding! I’m back @cssns​!!

Please go check out Kerry’s original artwork for this fic and give it all the love it truly deserves!! I will be updating every Monday, around this time!

ao3/ff.net

-/-

Killian shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it on a chair nearby, side-eyeing Gold the entire time. “Well? You gonna answer me?” he demanded when the older man remained quiet.

“What, no pleasantries, Jones?” Gold sneered, his eyes glinting dangerously. “We are old pals, afterall.”

“You’re no pal of mine, Gold,” Killian snipped. “How did you find me?”

“I’m still a part of the Men of Letters, Dearie. It’s not difficult to track down a British hunter in these here parts,” he mocked, adopting a mocking American accent. Killian couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Gold’s pretentiousness.

“And you thought I would welcome you with open arms, is that it?” Killian chuckled dryly. He remained standing, unwilling to let Gold have the higher ground in any way.

“Believe me, if it were up to me, I would not have come after your traitorous arse,” Gold spit out, his hands fisting at his side.

“Well, why are you here, then? I am no longer a part of your precious organisation. I have my place here, Gold.”

Gold looked like he wanted to do anything but talk to Killian, and Killian wouldn’t blame him. They did not part on good terms; no matter the playful rivalry between the Jones brothers and Gold, they had always had a certain respect for the older man. But everything changed when Liam died, including any relationship with Gold. There was nothing playful about how much he despised the man. Gold might not have killed Liam himself, but he definitely knew something. It took a long time for Killian to put his past behind him; seeing Gold again only brought everything back.

Gold’s expression was impassive as he took a seat again, his injured leg not allowing him to stand for too long. Killian felt an ugly sense of smugness rise up at this but he pushed it down, and he took his own seat. He had never been a man to take pleasure in another person’s pain; that was not the sign of a man with good form and integrity - that was not how Liam raised him.

“Hess has decided to expand to America,” Gold stated, leaning back in his chair. “You know how she despises the way the American hunters work. No order, no discipline,” he added, smiling thinly at Killian.

Killian returned Gold’s smile with equal rancor. “What does that have to do with me?”

Gold’s expression soured further, if it were possible. “She wants you back in the fold. She thinks you have an in with these hunters. Perhaps you could convince them to join our ranks. Hunt the monsters our way - the right way.”

Killian barked out a laugh, almost startling Gold. But that man had perfected the art of maintaining a stoic expression a long time ago and appeared rather unfazed. “What in the world made you think I would accept your offer?” he asked, taken aback by Gold’s audacity. “Have you forgotten how we had left things between us, Gold?”

Gold sighed, his hand gripping his cane tighter. “Jones, I have no quarrel with you. You were the one who defected from the Men of Letters.”

Killian shot to his feet, his temper flaring. “You lot are the reason my brother is dead. Why would I ever want to join you? You are everything that is wrong with the world.”

“I remember a time when the Men of Letters were everything you had in the world,” Gold replied.

“I have more to live for now. I have integrity, old man. Something you will never understand,” Killian spat.

Killian saw a menacing glint in Gold’s eye as the older man stood up again, smirking at him. “Oh, I know everything about what you live for, lad. Tell me, what was the name of your friend….Emma was it?”

Killian’s reaction was immediate and swift; he grabbed his gun from his holster, switching the safety off and had it aimed at Gold’s head in the blink of an eye. Gold stared at the muzzle of the gun calmly, as a parent would at a pouting child. Killian’s jaw ticked, angered both by Gold’s veiled threat and his lack of a reaction. “You stay away from her, you dick.”

Gold rolled his eyes, taking a step toward Killian. But that just made the younger man tighten his hold on his gun. “You can put your gun down, Dearie. I’m not here to make threats.”

“Funny. It sounded very much like you were,” Killian retorted.

“Why don’t you put your weapon down and we shall have a civilized conversation?” Gold suggested. “Or have you forgotten your manners?”

Killian hesitated, his body tense and on the edge. Gold might be a right bastard, but if he had wanted to harm Killian or anyone he cared about, he would have done so by now. He switched the safety back on, and slowly lowered his gun, never once taking his eyes off of Gold.

“Fine. Tell me why you’re here,” Killian growled out.

-/-

It was very early in the morning by the time Emma had reached her house, having driven all night to get back home to Henry. While she was not bothered by trivial human needs like food and rest, she still appreciated having a place to come to and relax. Not that she would call raising a teenage boy something that was relaxing. But Henry was a well-behaved boy for his age; he was smart, understanding and just - he was a good kid. She could not understand why anyone would ever want to harm him, just because he might not be entirely human. Evil wasn’t born, it was made - and that child did not have an ounce of evil in his body.

Unfortunately, most hunters saw the world simply  as humans and others - and all of the others apparently had to go. Emma too had once thought the angels were the good guys and the demons were the bad ones, but that was not the case. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that the world was not going to judge her and Henry, that the hunters would accept an angel and nephilim as one of them - she could not take that risk. Heck, she was not able to tell even Killian and she trusted him with her life, and more importantly, with Henry’s.

She was drawn out of her thoughts by a soft knock on her car window. She smiled when she noticed Mary Margaret there, wrapped up in a thick coat with a mug of hot cocoa in her hand. Emma rushed to get out of the car, not because she needed the warmth, but because she did not want Mary Margaret to freeze because she wanted to bring Emma her hot cocoa.

“Mary Margaret, it’s freezing outside!” Emma exclaimed, taking the offered cocoa from the other woman’s hands and urging her inside.

When they were both inside the house, their respective coats deposited and stomping the snow off their boots and leaving them to dry at the door.

“I was making something to drink for myself when I saw you drive up and thought I could bring you some to warm you up,” Mary Margaret explained sheepishly. “It’s so warm inside the house, I did not expect it to be that cold outside.”

Emma couldn’t help but be touched by her friend’s gestures, smiling fondly at her and shaking her head. David and Mary Margaret had been her first friends when she had first started hunting; they had met when Mary Margaret’s father had been murdered by a demon possessing her step-mother. It had been awful for Emma to even hear, how David had successful managed to send the demon back it came from, but her step-mother had been beyond help. In one day, Mary Margaret had lost the only family she had had. David had taken her with him, and they had slowly fallen in love.

Mary Margaret had become the mother-hen for most hunters, as well as a master weapons’ maker. She had first worked out of Bobby Singer’s house, but when she had heard that Emma was a ‘single-mother’, she had jumped at the opportunity to help. Emma could not tell you when it happened, but one day Henry and her were living alone in their cabin and before they knew it they had moved into David and Mary Margaret’s house. Now David and her went on hunts and Mary Margaret took take of Henry. Emma never had to worry about him since then. While Mary Margaret did not prefer to come on hunts with them, she was more than capable of defending herself and Henry.

Besides, it felt nice to be a part of a family of sorts again. David often treated Emma as a younger sibling; if only he knew how many ieons she had been alive.

Emma sipped her hot cocoa, sneaking quietly into Henry’s room and sat on his bed, watching him sleep. She was tempted to push his hair away from his face, noting that she had to cut it at some point before it grew too long and she received a note from Henry’s school about hair length. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the trivial human concerns.

“Hey,” she whispered, placing her mug of cocoa on Henry’s night stand. “Wake up, kid.”

Henry stirred, groaning at being woken so early. “No,” he grumbled. “Later, mom.”

Emma bit her lip, knowing that his sleep addled mind will take a moment to realise. And just as she predicted, his eyes flew open, staring at her hard. “Mom!” he exclaimed, scrambling out of his sheet and leaping into her waiting arms.

Emma chuckled, revelling in the feeling of having her son in her arms once again. It had been odd for her, the extent to which humans tended to display their affections. But after spending so many years in their company, not only had she come to adapt to it, she had come to relish it.

“Missed me?”

“Duh! Tell me everything! How was the hunt? How was Killian? What did you guys find? What happened? What took you so long?”

“Woah, woah. Slow down, kid.” Emma laughed, feeling a swell of affection for this child. All angels were taught that their emotions were irrelevant, and unnecessary; they were above such human frailties. Or so she thought. But it was only now, in all her millions of years of existence has she come to appreciate these emotions, and their complex nature. It was as refreshing as it was jarring, every single time.

She had never felt more free than right now, masquerading as a human.

-/-

It was dawn by the time Gold had caught Killian up on everything that had happened since he had left Britian.

“You’re telling me Hess convinced you to bring me back? Why?” Killian demanded, his arms crossed across his chest defensively.

“Because the American hunters trust you. Besides, the Winchesters are harder to deal with, and you know how we function. You have a better chance of convincing them.”

“What makes you think I would side with you?” Killian couldn’t help but scoff. The Men of Letters had turned their back on him ages ago; he had vowed never to go back to them and their politics.

“Killian, we were friends once. You belonged with the British Men of Letters; you had your place there.” That took him aback. He had seen Gold be smug, hostile, and heck, even downright malicious after the whole mess with the Men of Letters back in Britain. But he had never seen the man so unpretentious; Gold sounded almost regretful. “I promise you, I had nothing to do with Liam’s death.”

Killian’s jaw clenched tight at the mention of his brother’s name. But something about Gold’s demeanor made me pause. He sighed, rubbing his forehead heavily, “I will try and talk to them. But I will not convince them to come your way. And I will not stand against the Winchesters. Whatever scuffle the Men of Letters have with them, it’s none of my business.”

Gold smiled, his first genuine smile, looking mighty pleased. “Does this mean you are back with us?” he asked, seeming to already know the answer.

Killian took a deep breath, unsure of his response. “I don’t think so, Gold. These hunters are my family now; I cannot just side with you. You might not have had something to do with Liam’s death, but I’m not quite certain about Hess. I cannot in good conscience work with people who might have been responsible for my brother’s death, and who turned their backs on me.”

Gold looked defeated, leaning back heavily in his chair. At that moment, Killian could clearly see the toll the many years had had on his old colleague. “Can’t say I blame you, lad. I’ll be in touch,” Gold said after a long moment of silence, placing his card on the table and walking out the door.

Killian was left with more questions than anything else. Why would Hess want him back? Why would they even want to expand into America? And what was Gold’s agenda? Because Killian did not believe for one moment that the man truly considered Killian his friend.

[ofhowls]

WANTED CONNECTIONS ! below you’ll find a list of wanted connections, please fill them before i commit sewer-side. if you wanna talk, you wanna discuss – send me a message on discord ( jayden#7437 ) ! okay, that’s all.

alvarez, odette – quick summary: twenty-nine, cancer, has a daughter ( ava: played by lane ), engaged ( nicolas: played by pj ), is a florist because life’s a joke, kind of hot-headed, has a messy past we don’t talk about, would beat someone up 10/10, don’t test her, drives an ugly pick-up truck ( bella’s from twilight, don’t ask ) and owns a fluffy kitten named mango. 

plot one – mother: long story short, her mom was around 16 when she had her ( would now be in her mid 40′s ), was a prostitute who didn’t care and was all around a trash human being. odette moved into foster homes before she turned 6 and she was in and out of them throughout her entire childhood. when odette had ava, however, she moved back in. and their relationship turned messier real fast. she moved back out at eighteen and has been staying away from her mom ever since. her mom only ever contacts her for money, she’s that bitch. fc could be salma hayek, but any mexican fc in that age range is a1.

plot two – sister from another mister: odette lived on the street in her teens, often running away from foster homes because they were GROSS. i want someone from her past in sheffield. i really, really want their relationship to have been like them kiddos in the movie thirteen ( 2003 ), you know? like hella ride or die but also toxic af. fc doesn’t matter but white people are gross so a person of colour, mayhaps? they’d be either her age or older, and obviously a womf because she hates men.

* NEW ! plot three – butler: look, she’s marrying rich and i’ve already established that she’s best buds with the butler. he’s old, he’s nice, they’re just having a good time together. all that i know about him is … just that, cool! he’s worked with the talbots for ages so, you get like +3484 plots with this one. do it, i beg of you. jeremy irons is a snack and so is jeff goldblum. think about it. 

apolskis, julian – quick summary: twenty, leo, has had cancer come and go since he was 10, is a bit of an asshole, its a defence mechanism though, lost his leg a year ago, has a sister ( kitty: played by lane ), currently dating ( micah: played by patty ), is in a band, plays drums, has a deadbeat dad that his mom sends fake happy bday cards from. 

plot one – father: basically, back in the good old days ( about 11 years ago ), julian and his family lived in seattle. living their best life. and then, he got diagnosed with cancer. in came the bills and his father split. he’s been out of their lives ever since, not really giving a hot diddly darn about his son – or the rest of the family, not that i care about them. he’d be in his mid 40′s or older by now. any white male fc would work but hugh dancy is dear to me. 

* NEW ! plot two – hospital buddy: give me a friend for this motherfricker, okay? someone who might be sick, too. someone who’s been at the hospital with him, someone who knows that struggle of DYING. you feel me? this person can literally be 80 years old, i don’t care! as long as they’ve spent some time in care with my boy, maybe even roomed with him, it’s all good.

atkins, scarlett – quick summary: nineteen, gemini, mother’s a dead socialite, father is an alive asshole, used to smang her step-brother ( milo: played by pj ) before he ditched her, was kind of the queen bee before she ghosted on all her “friends” for a fancy college, got kicked out of said college for an adderall addiction, is now at rock bottom and forced to hang with the losers, super manipulative and selfish, kind of got a rough exterior. 

plot one – old friend: i really want someone who used to be friends with her either before she became miss popular or before they graduated. either way, she would’ve ditched them for bigger and better. i want beef, i want dramas – i want this bitch to suffer. before she hung with the it crowd she was a freaking mathlete, so don’t you forget it. honestly, cady heron is SHAKING. i say as i stole it from lindsay weir, whatever. she was also a cheerleader in her later years, if that helps. i’m very cliche. they’d be like nineteen, and preferably a womf but i’m not picky. 

* NEW ! plot two – father: all you gotta know about ray atkins, is that he’s garbage. he’s a rich bitch, the richest damn dude in town, and he cares approximately NOT AT ALL about his daughter. he’s constantly going back and forth between pushing her to achieve things and not acknowledging her presence. it’s a hard knock life. rape tw // there was also an instance where scout experienced assault at a party and he blamed her for drinking, so … not the nicest. on top of that, he doesn’t allow scout to speak french in the house ( her mother was french, uwu ), and that’s MEAN. anyways, any white/puerto rican man in his 40′s and up will work. 

baek, wolfgang – quick summary: thirty-five, capricorn, loves horror films and has made quite a few, dad is a famous director ( bigger in korea than the states ), has triplets because his dick is that powerful, went from mr. friend zone to mr. i’m sorry i gave you three babies at once, sort-of-dating ( ziba: played by patty ) really talkative and amazing, works at blockbuster because that’ll support a family, am i right, lads?

plot one – work pal: he’s at work a lot, ok? and he needs friends. it’s a win/win. i need someone for him to do stupid work stuff with, make working a fun experience! i want a squad like in chuck, you know? if you don’t know what i’m talking about then superstore, if you still don’t know what i’m talking about then why are you still here? age don’t matter but i would prefer if they were close in age. gender, who cares. bye.

plot two – partner in crime: basically, he makes a lot of indie flicks. he actually only moved to sheffield to work on a screenplay but… it’s been a while. i need someone who makes movies with him, though. a co-director or someone he keeps casting as the lead because bros, ok? once again, preferably close in age, gender doesn’t matter.

* NEW ! plot three – cousin: i mean, hewwo? most of his extended family is back in korea, but – but – i could imagine his aunt or uncle would’ve moved to the us shortly after his parents did. so, a cousin would be neat! someone his age, someone he can talk to about childhood stuff, someone who understands his unspoken rivalry with his father, someone to babysit his kids. they would’ve lived in florida after moving to the us, thirty and up and preferably a dude. i like dudes. but a woman would work as well. not to mention, half or fully korean!

bellefleur, kipling – quick summary: forty-eight, capricorn, born and raised in louisiana, has two kids he don’t know about ( lucia: played by britt, jude: played by patty ), a cop at the police station, lives alone with no pets because god hates him, got a partner ( elliot: played by lane ) but not in the gay way, unfortunately heterosexual, kinda grumpy, kinda just annoyingly white. 

* NEW ! plot one – hook-up: kip is a sexual being, believe it or not! and sometimes, a mans need a nut bust. he’s a great lover, i swear. but he’s not a great mans when it comes to the romantics. he does have two kids he don’t know of, after all. just give me someone he visits late at night, ignores in public and have fake deep convos with whilst sharing a cigarette in bed. really painting a picture here, aren’t i? unlike other fathers in this town, he has no interest in sleeping with someone his child’s age, so –– thirties and up!

cheung, beatrice – quick summary: twenty-five, aries, middle school teacher, a big fucking lesbian, dating ( kaylee: played by patty )super sociable and outgoing, literally loves partying and hanging out with the youths, self-proclaimed big sister to just about every teen out there, works part-time as a waitress at the diner, used to be engaged but we don’t talk about that, foster kid with no connection to blood-related family. 

plot one – coworker: someone at the diner! just someone to have her back, to gossip with, to hang out with after shifts, to just be gal pals with, you know? she needs more gal pals. i love throwing movie references in there, but – think whiplash with ellen page. that kind of aesthetic, that kinda shit. from mid to late twenties, a woman because i don’t care for men. 

plot two – pseudo-sibling: i want her to really play the big sister role with someone! have a little baby she can pass all her heaux wisdom down on. just a wee bean that she considers a little sibling of sorts. she could even house them for a bit since she’s back to living alone! they’d have to be in their teens and gender, once again, does not matter!

* NEW ! plot three – foster sibling: she already has like fifteen, so give her another. tris is probably the youngest among the bunch and owen ( played by fanny ) is somewhere in the middle. it’s just a nice jewish household that fostered a lot kids, cool? any fc, any ethnicity, any gender! just older than twenty-five, is all i’m asking. neat, thank you for coming to my ted talk. 

cowell, stefan – quick summary: twenty-nine, scorpio, construction worker, married ( lumen: played by pj ), got a little sister who he always fights with ( arella: played by kt, whenever she returns to us ), hates dogs, kind of a prick, a huge prick actually, sort of running from the law but like on the low-key, always 100% done with just about everyone’s shit. 

plot one – work buddy: like i said, he works construction. and i want him to have one friend. like a singular friend. someone to grab a beer with, someone who he doesn’t wanna strangle. it’ll be a miracle but it’s a miracle i deserve damnit. they’d have to be in their late twenties or older, a dude and any fc. 

plot two – neighbour: it sounds like a basic plot, but i promise you – it’s worth it! i want him to have a god damn family feud plot going on, okay? i want them to fight, i want neighbours ( 2013 ) as a plot on tumblr dot com. i want him to hate them and i want them to hate him. fc don’t matter! gender don’t matter! preferably around his age or older, though. 

halonen, oliver – quick summary: thirty, aquarius, part-time mechanic, part-time bartender ( think coyote ugly because that’s hot ), used to be engaged ( marty: played by tasha ), got a fake daughter ( pauline: played by pj ), has some slight drug issues she’s working out atm, also her dad’s back from the dead ( uriah: played by lane ), she’s super nice and cute and you should all love her sarcastic ass. 

plot one – work friend: i feel like i just want everyone to have coworkers, but listen… i genuinely just do. either someone that works as a mechanic alongside her or another bartender who sometimes uses their bod for tips, it’s all good. i want her to have one friend her own god damn age, you know? they’d have to be a gal because men are smelly. age would be around her own and that’s it!

plot two – dealer: listen… drugs come from somewhere. and even if she’s not currently using, i’d love for her to have that dynamic. maybe she owes them money, we can make it hella messy or we can make them chill pals, idc! i just need her dealer her and i need them to push some drugs. plus it’s a buy one get one for free type of deal ( see my plots for ed further down ). i want them to be a little older than herself but other than that it’s free for interpretation. 

* NEW ! plot three – drug bud: this bitch is from texas and this bitch did a lot of drugs in texas. she spent her early twenties high as fuck, overdosed at 24 and then got clean. legend? yes. she’s got a lot of good influences, aside from one particular asshole, and i just want her to be more pulled into old habits! let her have some friends from her old life of criminality and drugs come to sheffield and shake things up. any fc and gender, though they’d have to be in their 30′s!

hodgins, nathaniel – quick summary: twenty-one, gemini, works as chef at the pub, skipped college to help his mama with the bills, got a cutie-patootie golden retriever, dad is in prison after a drunk driving accident that killed a 10 year old, moved to sheffield a few years ago for a fresh start, a big ass home of sexual, has a crush on a comp het ( vince: played by pj ), loves his mother more than anything, only child, conceals trauma with humour and bad puns. 

* NEW ! plot one – ex-something: now, i’m not saying they dated. i’m saying they hooked up and it never lead anywhere. it can be angsty, it can be fine, it can be a garbage fire. we can work out the details whenever, i’m cool like that. any fc and any gender, though preferably in their early twenties!

holstad, damian – quick summary: eighteen, aries, the biggest fuccboi you’ve ever laid your eyes upon, fucked your girlfriend ( and he meant it ), brother to the biggest loser in town ( lou: played by tasha ), parties every weekend, best friends with the second biggest fuccboi in town ( artemus: played by nico ), kinda soft but he won't ever let you know that, has a crush on his brother’s bff ( pauline: played by pj ).

plot one – ex-girlfriend: it’s simply unrealistic that he hasn’t dated at least one of the fifty bazillion girls he’s smanged. now, it’s probable they didn’t last more than a few months but its still a plot I NEED. she’d be either a junior or senior in high school right now. so, either graduating now or next year. face claim don’t matter. it’s possible he cheated, he’s an asshole like that.

* NEW ! plot two – more fuccpeople: at this point, i’m collecting them. there are a bunch of fuccbois in damian’s life right now, and i need there to be more. there needs to be a whole fracking pack of them. just running around town, smanging ladies and taking names. could’ve played football with him, could’ve graduated with him, could’ve just lived next door – i dunno! around eighteen… a boy, or a girl! fuccgirls are VALID too. 

kinney, sawyer – quick summary: twenty, sagittarius, volunteers at animal shelter, studying to become a vet, loves animals more than she’ll ever love a man, has a rescued bunny named waffles, her parents died in a car-crash we don’t talk about it, has a younger brother ( grayson: played by patty ), soccer is her life, also wanna fuck the soccer coach ( elliot: played by lane ), her first ‘kiss’ was a dare at age 5 with her cousin ( holden: played by pj ) for an ice cream, did i mention she loves animals, takes virginities for charity, happened once but i demand its a thing now, boinking mr edgelord ( quentin: played by pj ).

plot one – team mates: soccer is cool! soccer is for champions! she’s currently the team captain of the local all-girls soccer team, i know – such a title. and i want her to have more of a team. so gather up your gals in their late teens to early twenties and kick some balls around!

plot two – ex-boyfriend: before she swiped virginities and had sex with boys who love serial killers, she probably had a steady boyfriend. kind of a puppy-love-they’ll-probably-get-married-straight-out-of-high-school relationship, you know? they probably broke up because they were way too young and it was more of an availability thing rather than genuine attachment. does that make sense? it’s a small town! their parents probably loved their child’s respective partner than they loved each other. 20-22, any boy of any fc i’m not picky.

* NEW ! plot three – enemy: it’s a hard plot to ask for, but i request you hear me out. she never fights with anyone. she’s SO NICE. a walking mary sue, i swear. and she’s just friends with everyone. it’s boring! give me someone that gets under her skin! someone for her to absolutely fucking hate! for no reason or for a reason, idk! around twenty-one, any gender.

larsen, margaret – quick summary: forty-two, libra, has one terrible son ( teddy: played by lane ), though she loves him more than anything, left the country because she was a hoe, mortician, got knocked up by her professor that one time, kind of boinking her son’s bandmate ( holden: played by pj ), doing her best all the time but keeps on making mistakes, the biggest mama-bear you’ll ever stumble upon. 

plot one – ex-hook-up: listen, she left the states to study in the uk – mostly to get away from her parents – but also because she had a bit of a reputation. like, a really bad one. so if you have a character, or want to play a character, that grew up in sheffield and are in their forties… wink wonk. that’s it. that’s the plot. 

* NEW ! plot two – hater, hater: peggy was a skank in her youth, okay? she was a downright slut and she probably rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. she most likely still does! so, i want some judgmental hoes up in this bitch. i want them to bicker and i want it to be very small-town-desperate-housewives-esque. any lady. preferably around her age range, would’ve lived in sheffield all her life.

* NEW ! plot three – best friend: peggy only ever speaks to kids, it’s weird. give her. bud, and like i said above… desperate housewives is a fucking neat ass show. they can drink wine and they can gossip and they can judge her for the people she’s sleeping with. or, well, person. any woman in her 40′s, please and thank.

mullin, casper – quick summary: fifteen, aries, fucking love aliens, the government is lying to y’all, has got a whole ass squad of friends, kinda gay for one of them ( eli: played by pj ), kinda intimidated by another ( ava: played by lane ), if it wasn't obvious he’s a gay, has a pupper that means the world to him, always investigates creepy shit because he is that white person.

plot one – disgraced nuclear physicist: you heard me. basically just the plot of back to the future. someone a bit ( a lot ) older than casper himself that kinda takes him under their wing. they’re as nutty as him when it comes to conspiracy theories, and maybe they feed his ideas and stuff when it comes to the shit going on in town. please and thank you. 

pearce, minoo – quick summary: twenty-one, aquarius, the biggest of edgelords, expert in stick n poke tattoos, hates her family, loves their big ass dog, a military brat, skated pretty much everywhere because she’s a walking cliche, not anymore though cause her bff broke it ( vince: played by pj ), invented grunge, would kill herself for the lead singer of zero boys, wants her mom to die ( rachel: played by lane ), wants the cop who's trying to get in her pants to die even more ( sera: played by tasha ), almost dropped out of high school fifty times but i forgot to make it canon. 

* NEW ! plot one – enemy: i love enemies. anyways, mj is a fucking bitch. she’s so edgy, she’s not like other girls, and she definitely would end up in a fight with just about anybody. there’s no way in HECK there aren’t people in town who hate her guts. they could’ve gone to college with her, they could’ve gone to high school with her, i dunno! i just want her to FIGHT. preferably a girl, preferably in her age range. 

oswalt, kevin – quick summary: nineteen, virgo, had the most tumultuous of childhoods involving both kidnapping and murder, she doesn’t talk about it, has sort-of-a-boyfriend ( jamie: played by pj ), and a definitely best friend ( pippa: played by lane ), currently living with her father ( dalton: played by britt ) without the knowledge that she’s his daughter, her life is messy, she likes books and writing, thinks sheffield is kinda fascinating, the biggest of nerds, kinda awkward but we forgive her. 

plot one – brother: we already have her father, mother ( marion: played by nesh ), and two sisters ( lila: played by luna, and hazel: played by fanny ), and now all that’s missing is the second youngest kid! he’d be like 21 years old, white with blue eyes because that’s a trait near and dear to us, and … a dude-bro. we have this hc that he’s in a band and kinda just does his own thing. free-spirit. also, to summarise the family history REAL QUICK – you can ask for more deets – kev got kidnapped, family fell apart, marion and dalton got divorced, the kids chose sides, markus ( the brother ) chose to stay neutral, they moved away while dalton stayed, and now they’re all back. 

plot two – study pal: not quite as in-depth as the one above, but! she needs a study pal. she’s currently attending the local college and she has zero friends who actually go to school. give me someone for her to work on stupid projects with, someone she’s forced to get to know and get out of her comfort zone with. they’d be 19-20 and fc/gender has no importance. 

sutton, eduardo – quick summary: fifty-two, taurus, literal fucking drug-lord, gang leader, owns the silhouette bar outside of town, loves his daughter a lot ( carmen: played by britt ), never smoked a weed in his life, jk, lost his wife a bazillion years ago, now banging the woman who failed save her ( lorelai: played by patty ), has three dogs which he kinda loves more than his daughter, killed a lot of mens in his life, just all around a good dude. 

plot one – brother: ed comes from an cuban-catholic family from new orleans and his father was kind of an asshole but his mom was alright. however, he was always closest to his little brother. so please, for the love of god, play him. you’ll get to play an uncle if you do, it’s pretty hot. any cuban fc in their late forties would work, but raul esparza is a hot fucking take. 

plot two – gang members: he’s a gang leader, ok? he needs more to lead. they hang out at the silhouette bar, push drugs through town and are all around just a good group of people. give me all of them to be honest. think the southside serpents from riverdale. or whatever they’re called in sons of anarchy. fc and gender and stuff don’t matter, however – ed would never allow someone under twenty-five. he’s a family man. 

talbot, mikhail – quick summary: thirty, pisces, the softest boy you’ll ever meet, a nurse at the local hospital, got a kid on the way, dating a ginger bitch ( liza: played by pj ), best friends with his cousin ( nic: also played by pj ), best friends with his ex ( emma: played by lane and not pj ) coaches the kids football team during his spare time, also works a couple of shifts at his father’s ( robert: played by luna ) hardware store, really just genuinely fucking nice, kinda depressed but you’d never know. 

plot one – high school friends: he’s lived in sheffield his whole life. he was on the football team, he was popular – he was a fun dude to hang with. it’s unrealistic none of his high school friends stuck around. so! give me a couple of those. they can be anybody as long as they’re around thirty years old.

plot two – kids to coach: self-explanatory, really. but if you want to play a kid on the football team, speak now or forever hold your peace. teens, boys probably because sports ball is sexist, just someone for him to coach and teach the way of sports ball life. 

weathers, elizabeth – quick summary: forty-two, sagittarius, freaking neurotic, forgets her own son ( eli: played by pj ), remembers her other every now and again ( jesse: played by nico ), wishes she could forget her husband ( andy: played by lane ), her bestest and smallest son was taken from her almost two years ago, yes this plot came before she was winona ryder don’t judge me, stay at home mom yet has no reason to stay at home.

* NEW ! plot one – emotional support: the woman lost her son, she needs like a mom support group on facebook. she needs someone who understands her loss. maybe someone who’s lost their own kid, obviously not to a giant bunny, but it’d still be kind of relatable. someone she can discuss her divorce plans with, you know? a woman in her forties, i’ll accept nothing else. 

[chaos-societies]

Episode 2, The Prescribed Order

“You have to help us!” The plea was much more heartfelt than desired – partly because of the cries and whimpers of the men women and children that were in tow – but mostly because it was coming from his brother. “…Chuck?” It was a relatively cool night as the seasons were in the middle of changing. It was just after dusk and the air was still bearable from the warmth of the day but in even a short hour or so some more layers of clothing would be required for anyone to be out for a while.

“I thought I told you never to return here Jules.” Charles said with a scorn that masked both pity and regret.

“Please…W-we have no place to go.” Jules replied. Charles and the stragglers in Jules’ party were rendezvousing just past the main bridge entrance to South Island. Charles had decided to meet them there once he heard of their approach; he wouldn’t allow anyone to enter the village without his approval, not even his own brother. He looked over the ragtag group and saw they all looked quite weary and pathetic. Some of their clothes were ripped and they reeked of sweat and dirt. It was clear they had been travelling nonstop for days now. But why, he wondered. The thought discomforted him. His eyes finished scanning the group and they rested on a female hedgehog clinging to his brother’s arm with desperation in her eyes.

“…Is this her?” Charles spat. He looked over the hedgehog his brother had wed as she cradled a tiny kit in her free arm. “The white from Portsmith?”

It was then a mouse in the back spoke up. “Is this really the time for petty quarrels and rivalries between societies?!” Her green fur contrasted her fiery orange eyes beautifully while her tail was flicking behind her. Her face fumed with anger and exhaustion which riled up an ache that was quite divergent from Charles’ constant scorn at the time. “We’re from all different societies. So your brother married a white. Who gives a damn… We got yellows, we got greens, hell, Marcy over there is a red but that child holding her hand? A young bat from a couple of whites. Our dead friends.”

There was a silent stalemate as Charles and this gal’s glares burned holes through each other’s heads. The sniffling and whimpers of the pleading crowd seemed only to be part of the ambiance by this point. “Please, brother.” Jules begged once more. Charles’ gaze with the mouse was broken by his brother’s words. He looked at him, then back at the mouse and saw in her something different than what the brash woman had with her first impression.

Charles let out a reluctant sigh. “Come along. We have room at the inn for now.” He stepped aside and extended his arm in direction to the village. As the small crowd passed, they each issued their reply of ‘thank you’s’ and ‘bless you’s’ and made their way into the village at South Island. When Jules came to pass however, Charles gave him a shove on his shoulder to stop him. He gripped him firmly. “You are going to explain to me what is going on, why you and this shoddy group are here, and I swear brother if you just brought trouble to my little haven, I’ll banish you and your white bride without hesitation.” Clear was the contempt on his face.

But Jules wasn’t easy to back down. “And of your nephew if that’s the case? Surely you wouldn’t sentence a young kit to exile too would you?” Words are such like a game of cards between persons and when both have a strong hand, it called for an interesting game. Jules shook off Charles’ grip and made sure to brush his shoulder with his own on his way by and the brothers departed.

...

[x]

Charles’ eyes slowly creaked open with sorrow and acceptance. He got up from his bed, stretched his limbs out as far as he could, a requirement for his aging and aching joints, and staggered over to the window. Just as he figured; trash was slung across the village center and at least three citizens lay passed out from the party the night before. He exposed a small smile. “From chaos comes creation the lords all said. Change that to from fun and banter comes mayhem by the end of it all.”

The village lay silent in the wake of celebration and too much of a good time. The passed out drunks in the village center were so inanimate that their bodies collected the fine layer of morning dew one would only expect to be found on more permanent debris. Luckily for the gang, everyone had found a more comfortable place to crash than those unfortunate few previously mentioned. Sonic and Amy were in their own hut, Tails was picked up by Ms. Vanilla and brought to the couch in her homestead, and Rouge was at her place with Knuckles on the floor (as that was as far it seems he could make it). Charles seemed to be the only one up at this point, giving the bums outside a gentle few kicks to stir them enough for them to get to their feet and make it to their residences to spend the rest of the day sleeping off their recovery. With nothing better to do, he started to clean up the area.

The morning had passed and it was mid-day at this point when everything on South Island seemed to finally get back into full motion. With not much to do at the moment however the gang was found doing what they liked to do best; nothing at all. They were gathered around the front of the Tavern with no one feeling daring enough to start drinking again. No, right now they were just using the locale as a hangout. Sonic had his guitar and was strumming away to random tunes here and there while Amy sat and listened. Rouge was carefully putting some color on her nails while Tails was reading a book. Knuckles at this point had departed and made his journey back to his home at Angel Island – it was hard for them to remember sometimes that South Island wasn’t actually his place of residence.

“Huh. D’you all know that around the time the Great Lords of Seven split up, there was a tribe of echidnas that was known to be the smartest and wisest of all creatures in existence? That some argued they could talk to the elements like water and fire?” Tails broke the silence of the quad’s self interests.

“You saying Knux would have been considered smart way back in the day?” Sonic stopped his strumming and looked up with sarcastic sincerity. Tails couldn’t help but chuckle.

Amy however was quick to call Sonic out. “Sonic! You know it brings bad omens to jest about someone when they’re not present.”

“Oh come on.”

“You all give that man less credit than he deserves.” Rouge coolly stated as she extended her hand to gaze at her progress from an arm’s length.

“Uh, we do? Have you heard that guy speak? I mean he’s my bro and all but…come on.” Sonic said in a way as to uphold his ‘reputable’ attitude.

“Hmph. Sure, something might be breaking the connection between his mind and his tongue sometimes but call it… a language barrier.” The bat continued to defend the non-present member of their clique. She brought her hand in to blow on her fingertips to try and quicken the drying process.

“Language barrier. Does he speak any other? Besides, we’re just cracking jokes. Despite how flustered Old Red would probably get if he were here, slagging is just slagging. Not like we mean harm or anything of it.” Sonic explained and continued to strum away at his six string. His random chords were so strewn that it seemed only chaos was controlling their order. Rouge glared at him and asked if it were possible to play anything more consistent to which Sonic responded proudly that he could. Amy beckoned to play something romantic which earned her a grin from Sonic with a twinkle in his eye. He agreed.

Strumming in a single stroke and letting it ring, he struck a chord, ‘It’s been a while’ then another chord, ‘since I’ve seen your face’ and finally a single stroke of third chord. Amy was quick to smack Sonic to have him stop right there as she knew exactly what song he was about to start playing and wasn’t ready for his antics just yet. Tails knew as well and laughed at the banter.

[x]

“A real song Sonic.” Amy beckoned.

He gave a few chuckles. “Romantic you want and you’ll get but you know too well I can’t be all too serious in the matter.” He said before clearing his throat to start again.

“A maid so fair with friends she sat                giggled and laughed with much delight. The men would stare with a tip of their hat                hoping to take her on lover’s flight.

But lo she was stolen by an unlikely lad                a timid boy she knew for years. The men were jealous of the woman he had                and wagered a fight much to his fears.

Not the strongest but surely not the slowest                he knew what it took to win. With a miracle of strength, not likely in the slightest                a plan he had with a grin.

With the sun ripe and hung most high                the boy dodged many good hits. His foes grew weary with exhaustion they cry                and fell, each bested by wits.

The gal and the lad shared a strong embrace                no matter the outcome it wouldn’t change fate. She gave the boy a whisper and red turned his face                They couldn’t wait for privacy when day turned late.”

 ...

[x]

The day seemed much rougher than others and the credit was without a doubt given to the night prior. Knuckles was having more trouble than usual as he climbed a tall mountain far to the east of South Island. Tails was kind enough to drive him out there earlier in the day in the Syphon as the long walk through the desert would have been excruciating. Not only that, Knuckles’ arrivals and departures to South Island were very time dependent. Like the movements of the celestial objects in the night, the overpassing of his strange homeland abides by a strict but uniform schedule.

He dug his spikes into the rockwall with a sturdy punch making his way to a ledge above his head. A few more vertical strides and he pulled himself to it. He sat down catching his breath for a moment and looked down at the area below. The Greater Area spanned for miles. The horizon was so hazy from the dust and heat but the cascade of mountains in the distance brought the sight picture closer. The wind was stronger higher up and he made sure not to let a gust take him off his perch. But this was not his first ascension up the hill side or even others similar to it. He has been doing this for over half a decade and has not yet once lost his footing.

As he looked out he made mental notes of the geography of the area. The Lookout was in the distance, closer to South Island. The rocks and smaller cliffs around the main bridge even from his vantage acted as cover for the small haven that was South Island. To the south was the Stark Ruins. Knuckles never really took note of that place. But knew well it was a solemn place for his friends as it had turned into somewhat of a burial ground for the residents of South Island and many of their parents were buried there. Knuckles felt a pang of unjustified remorse. Though it was never confirmed, the belief is that it was an outlander gang of Reds that caused the massacre that did in both Sonic’s and Tails’ parents as well as a good few others. Not the same Reds that Sonic and Tails had encountered the day prior. But a vicious group of vagabonds that were already out for blood for one reason or another.

The thoughts were flicked away as a huge and sudden shadow draped the area. He looked out one last time and saw it sweeping the land quickly. Knowing his time of rest had ended, he turned around to see his home incoming overhead.

To anyone not used to the sight it would have been something out of fiction. But behold, creeping through the air thousands of feet above the tallest mountain peak was a giant landmass. The misplaced piece of their world was floating through the air on a never ending trajectory around the globe. Knuckles could see the dusted green on the upper edges of the floating rock and only a little bit of the snow capped peak of a central mountain on top the island as it crept toward him. Though from where he was, low and close to the majestic landmass, he mostly could only see its rocky underside. Though cliff sides normal shoot upward and scrape the sky, the underbelly of this airborne anomaly was a mirror image of that traditional concept. Angel Island was the name of this place.

Though not like any other island, such as the one he just came from and where his friends resided, this was a floating island; an island in the sky. A landmass large enough to fit just inside the mountain range that Knuckles now stood upon and the seawall of the Greater Area. Yet it flew through the sky like a bird gliding on the wind. There were legends and myths as to how it managed to stay afloat but even Knuckles and his fellow residents had never found such explanation. But for how consistent it has trudged through the skies throughout the past few millennia, it was disregarded as just another piece of their fantastic world.

Knuckles waited until a low point on Angel Island’s underside was approaching before leaping off the ledge he climbed up. A bit strange from the typical attributes of his species, Knuckles though could glide through the air. He could not fly, no. He could only force himself to glide on a gradual descent back to the ground but he found that with the thinner air at higher altitudes, he could gain a thousand feet or two before gravity took its inevitable hold on him. Thus it was a necessity for him to get as high as he could when traversing between the world below and his home.

With just enough push and climb, he made it to a low jut and clamped on with the spikes that protruded from his namesake. He took a second to breathe before working once more on ascending up the rocky wall now on this inverted mountainside.

Once he finally made it to the top, all the sights and glories of Angel Island were bestowed upon him. The landmass had its own environment, its own weather. The mountain which owned the peak he saw earlier was nearly dead center and protruded from the backdrop of forests and hills. A waterfall or two could be seen in the distance as well as some old ruins dominated by growth from a civilization of his own ancestry, yet gone long before Knuckles’ time. He continued to trek inland.

[x]

“Well well, ole Knux comes back from flirting with his little Cyan friends down on the ground.” Nack the Weasel said so cockily as Knuckles came up. He was sitting down on a stump cleaning out his favorite rifle. He wore a dusty brown leathered sable fedora that contrasted his purple fur and had a snaggletooth that stuck out from his muzzle becoming much more prominent with his toothy grin. “You might as well let me take over this place with how much you’re down there Knux.”

“Not happening Nack.” Knuckles said flatly. “Don’t forget who’s the one who let you Bark and Bean live here.” He walked up to him and snagged the weasel’s small canteen that was resting on the stump he sat on, popped off the cork and starting chugging the water inside. Once he felt his thirst was temporarily quenched he wiped the wetness off his mouth with his forearm. “I could always just kick you off and let…who was it again who was after you?”

“Some broad named Breezie and that was years ago – we’ve probably got a clean slate now.” Nack latched the bolt of his rifle back into place and hopped off the stump.

“And you’re still around why then?” Knuckles taunted him as was his nature.

“I can’t leave my comrades eh? Unlike you hanging out with them Cyans down on the little island, I like us Reds up here on the bigger island. That and all that talk of power and energy and such. Those are some awesome values to have.” He reached over and snagged the canteen back from his friend and turned it upside down. Only a few drops feel out. “I was planning on drinking that on my walk back.”

“I was thirsty.” Knuckles said through a smirk.

The two continued their march back to their homestead. Angel Island was a queer place, full of sights not normal to the world below. Other than the abundance of greenery which alone was apart from the desert land surrounding South Island, there were mushrooms as tall as Mobians, flora and fauna with bioluminescence that made even a new moon seem like it was full, and species of bugs and animals that looked absolutely fantastical. There was a strange energy to the place that seemed to rejuvenate anyone on the island. Knuckles even felt the dreariness of the night before wearing off at unprecedented rates as he and Nack walked through the trails home.

Knuckles and his island mates all lived in a cave over near the central mountain. Knuckles Bean – an eccentric duck with a love of all things explosive – and another Red from their chapter, Mighty the Armadillo, excavated the place a few years back and have made the place quite homey.

Long before the hooligan trio of Nack Bean and Bark, a solitary polar bear, found their way to Angel Island it was just Knuckles Mighty and his unofficial adopted brother Ray, a coy little flying squirrel. Before even that it was just Knuckles.

Knuckles could never recall anything past a young age. To him, all he remembered was wandering the floating island on his own. He’d sleep in the old ruins and felt a strange connection to them since the hieroglyphics around the structures depicted people of his exact likeness. He figured they were some far off ancestors of his and he was a lowly survivor whose lineage must have trickled down through time to leave him as the last.

A little over a decade ago he ran into a peculiar armadillo trudging through the jungles of Angel Island. Mighty was looking for Ray who he said flew off to Angel Island after a quarrel between the two. Mighty was able to get up there in a similar fashion to Knuckles’ normal transition from the floating landmass and the ground below except somewhere on another part of the globe was a mountain tall enough for the armadillo to leap from the peak of one mountain to Angel Island’s base. At least that was what he claimed. Never to Knuckles’ knowledge had the island passed by a mountain so tall and if it had it hasn’t since. Mighty’s claim always puzzled him though because if his words were true, that means Angel Island may come close to striking the world below. And that he knows has never come close to happening.

The two became close friends however and the story of Mighty’s transit is what inspired Knuckles to venture to the world below. Living alone, Knuckles never had reason for a name and it was Mighty that addressed the echidna as such due to his estranged fists. Mighty too had a strange gift which was the basis for his name as he was much stronger than he appeared to be. Mighty and Ray brought the attributes of the Red Society to Angel Island and Knuckles immediately took interest and they formed their chapter. It felt great for him to be part of something, part of this world that before this encounter he figured was only him.

“Finally back Knuckles!” Mighty called out as Nack and his addressee walked into the entrance of their carved out home. The cave didn’t seem like one at all. Like Sonic and the others with their island huts and buildings, the cave looked like any normal structure but acted like the inn that Vanilla ran on South Island, just with different style. “How was the ceremony? I bet Tails was ecstatic!”

“Well I couldn’t really go to the ceremony.” Knuckles explained.

“Right, you know what I mean.” Mighty said lightly.

“Well, the little guy was a little nervous beforehand but Sonic helped him out. Afterward though,” Knuckles couldn’t help but smile, “I’m not sure I’ve seen the guy so happy. He loved it for sure.”

“Th-th-that’s good. G-gl-glad he l-liked it!” The young Ray stumbled to show his joy for their friend. He and Mighty knew the South Island Cyans but weren’t as close as Knuckles was.

Mighty gave Ray a smile. “Yeah, we’re happy for them all. They’re lucky to get someone like Tails with them.” He gave Knuckles a few nudges with his elbow. “And of the after party?’

Knuckles let out a blush of embarrassment. “From what I remember it was a blast.” His voice then got a little softer. “I woke up on the floor.” The statement earned a hearty laugh from Mighty.

“Blah blah blah! Them Cyan, us Red, together they make Nack!” Bean shouted out in his typical incoherent babbling as he reclined on a couch, flicking his wrist in the air with his statement.

“I hope you weren’t trying to insult me. My purple coat is one of sheer beauty.” Nack said proudly.

“Your mother spoke true words when she told you that but beauty is in the eye of the beholder... and she has better vision then all of us!”

Bark silently watched the scene waiting for the inevitable to unfold. Nack froze for a second as he took in the joker’s words before it finally clicked. “Why you piece of–” Nack dove over the couch to take a few swings at the duck but Bark was quick to grab the weasel by the belt and lift him up with ease. Nack fidgeted wildly in his grasp until he calmed down.

...

[x]

The day trudged on and it continued to be a slow one. The main quartet had dispersed to spend the rest of the day on their own agendas; however Tails remained back at the tavern entrance. He had long put down his book and now was lost in the tunes coming from his feadóg. Whether he was whistling a somber tune or an upbeat one, it seemed to be bringing the crowd in to the tavern for a surprisingly successful day after the caliber of party that was thrown the night before.

“Hey buddy.” Sonic came up to him surprised to see him still there hours after they all departed that place. “Not feeling like moving any?”

“Not that.” Tails answered, drawing the tinwhistle from his lips. He surely must have been playing for a while as the muscles around his muzzle ached with the new orientation. “Just enjoying the melodies.”

At this time a large shadow was quickly cast over the village. Sonic and Tails looked up to see Angel Island passing well overhead. In a matter of a couple seconds it had already passed and the sunw as shining again. “Knuckles must have made it back in time. Figured he’d be back here again with how late he got up.”

“I drove him over to the mountain ridges before we met up earlier today.” Tails explained.

“Well that makes sense. Not sure how he can handle climbing a mountain after a night like last night.”

“Sonic?” Tails called out hesitantly.

“Yeah buddy?”

“Can we go see our folks?” Tails seemed a little shy. “Want to let them know I’m a Cyan now.” He was supposed to be an adult now that he was inducted so the request made him feel a little small. But this was Sonic he was talking to – he would never judge him.

“Sure thing bro.” He smiled reassuringly. The two often went over to Stark Ruins to pay their respects and visit their parents. It gave them solace to talk to them and grieve every once in a while. To let them know how things were; to talk to them. The two often went together.

“OH! And I’m too low on gas for the Syphon since I took Knuckles out.” Tails fessed up as the two began walking toward the main bridge.

“Guess we’ll have to tail chase. Like old times.”

It was well known between the two of them that there were few things that could match Sonic’s speed. And even more well known than that was that he hated running any slower than what he considered normal. So to compromise, long ago Sonic and Tails came up with a method they called ‘tail chasing’ where Tails would fly and hover a couple feet in front of Sonic as they both zoomed forward. The backwash from his windmilling tails would cause an artificial headwind to Sonic as he ran effectively slowing him down without ‘running’ at a slower speed. He generally needed to don his goggles for this though. The two used to do this often in their early adventures in the Greater Area. Sure it would take Sonic longer to arrive at a place but it made sure he arrived with his buddy at the same time. Because friends don’t leave friends behind and Sonic (and now Tails) being devoted Cyans knew this well.

Maybe a good half hour trek through the desert they reached Stark Ruins. They weren’t as far out as The Lookout but they still were a good deal outward from South Island. They stopped ontop a large hill where the desert sand started to transform into rocky ground. The ruins were just at the base of where they stood.

The place used to be an outpost for travelers almost a hundred years back. South of the ruins are a small cascade of jagged hills that travelers coming from the north would need to stop at the then called Stark Outpost to pick up supplies. Travelers coming from the south would have just passed over the cascade and thus would likely have needed to resupply prior to venturing through the Greater Area to get to their next destination.

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However the world had become an increasingly violent and savage place in the past century. Less and less travelers passed through and more and more bandits and pillagers found easy targets. It did not take long for those who settled at the outpost to themselves depart, leaving behind the stone carcasses of a tiny settlement. It wasn’t until the massacre that killed their parents that the residents at South Island started using Stark as a burial ground. They simply did not have enough space on the island to bury so many. They’ve been burying their dead and sending them to the eternal chaos there at Stark Ruins ever since.

As Sonic and Tails stepped into the ruins, they couldn’t help but feel eerie. It was normally an eerie place as any cemetery or burial ground would be but usually they felt a gentle calm there as they knew their parents were watching over. Today was different. A cold chill was on the breeze. They hadn’t noticed until now but the sky was now a light grey with sand and clouds that blew overhead. A distinct howl was echoing through the empty structures and stone foundations from the blowing wind. It would almost seem as if even the spirits had left this place that day.

The two remained silent but it was mutual in the fact that each knew the other felt the same creepy sensation. Tails went one direction while Sonic walked up to a nearby wall and noticed what looked like ash rubbed and painted in a weird array. Vertical and slanted lines formed a symbol which he never saw before. He didn’t like this.

He tried to justify what he was feeling. What they both were feeling. Graverobbers? No, that wouldn’t explain the supernatural vibes. Ghosts were not an option as that would be ridiculous. He couldn’t explain it…but something felt…menacing.

“SONIC!” Tails shouted from not too far away. The call immediately sent chills down Sonic’s spine and he bolted off to aid Tails in whatever caused his cry.

“Tails?! What is it!” He came up behind the young fox and found what Tails’ attention was fixed on. They didn’t know what it meant but it sure meant something. “…We need to tell Chuck.”

Starting at their feet and covering much of the ground in what used to be the center of the old outpost was a terrifying display. Bones. All covered in dark soot and ash, arranged with seven x’s circling a bridge of intersecting lines.

Sonic and Tails dared not think of who the bones may have belonged to but deep down…they knew.

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STRIKE MALFUNCTION

 Defenders and Mids dominate the opening round of the Bush. GW1 in the Bush

Not a striker to be seen with double digits, a MASSIVE 9 defenders had that pleasure along with 6 mids. Some banging potentials for investment are on the cards with Wan Bissaka suuurely at the top of the list (4mil for 12 points, value, value, value). Mane and Pereyra shared equal top scorer this week both with outrageous performances. 34 bonus points between defenders is absolutely insane. If this new age beast mode defender of the EPL doesn’t get you stiffer than Rowan at a Wiggles concert, then I don’t know what will.

The ache of the past couple months has subsided and the EPL/The Bush, is back. With some tasty fixtures on the cards the hypothetical swordplay of dicks between the lads had been at an all-time high. Anticipation for what’s to come with the newbies, what’s to come from the big men and can the reigning champion despite media attention lead his lil boat of fags the ESKITITTTT’s (you bastard if you bless us by reading this) back up his form? We’re back boys.

 It’d be rude not to mention Brody’s first decent week since Bush 2. I know what you’re thinking, here comes the biased, self-applauded writing about one of the “admins”, Absolutely not. Brody welcomed himself back to the ‘Pink Socks’ with that goddamn song and the boys from the McIndoe clan summed it up perfectly with “Fuck up” and “Just sick of seeing this shit”. Despite the song, Brody started the season well with a massive 83 points to make the Socks the Bush TOTW. With a comfortable 15 (Mendy) points on the bench, a huge pre-season of meticulous research seems to have done the trick in a clean slate for Brody. If anyone actually read that song – what stuck out to me is ‘WHAT IS PINK SHALL NEVER DIE’, any Game of Thrones fans think that sounds similar? It is, it’s clearly related to the Ironborn motto ‘WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE’. These people are led by a man who got his meat sword chopped and his lesbian sister. The whole think reeks Felgate. Next week – Can Logan stop Brody from ‘forcing’ him to read his songs? The ‘I Should be at least a champ’ vs the certified Champ Champ. Both started with a win, place your bets. Logan paying $1.01 to not read this at all in a special.

 Now to our dud of the week, everyone’s favourite choking hazard, Blake Hands. The man basically gave a win to debutant James ‘City has legends’ McIndoe in what is an absolute shocking effort. If Ederson didn’t play as well as he did, A MERE 15 POINTS would have been his score. Blake captained De Brunye, which was risky to start with, though NO SALAH? NO SALAH MO PROBLEMS. Liverpool supporter, who gets… SHAQIRI OVER SALAH. I’m lost for words. Nothing went well for TDC this week, but he defended himself with the classic “it’s a marathon not a sprint”, truth. Macca didn’t have a massive week; a win is a win and next week he has his chance to prove himself a contender against fellow newbie Morgan. Trash talk expected, posting a gif of City winning the title expected, will he come up with any proper banter?

 Headline fixture of the week has to be one of the fiercest rivalries in the Bush – The Kennedy Brodown. RK v HK, always a tight contest. HKendon took out the win 78-70. The difference this week? Reid’s absolute Judas-bullet to the foot of a decision to have his first sub as Trippier (0) instead of round 1 superman Wan-Bissaka (12). Poor Wan-Bissaka was left out in the cold much like his manager who also suffered the cold shoulder (quite literally) breaking it in real life whilst snowboarding solo. Humorous? Yes, quite funny – also the bone he broke. Nah it is snow joke, get well soon Reidy and the Bush is hoping for a swift recovery.  “Spitting chips” – Reid Kennedy. The Dons found form of old and are hoping to put their DISGUSTIN’ last campaign behind them.

 Recently off the chain manager Kirby gave ex housemate (too soon?) Max ‘Emry out’ Haggarty more frustration with his bench than Arsenal gave him with their bench. Losing by what he claims as “35 players not playing and their* bench kills it”. It could be just be the fact that the Cheese and Lacas captained one of the most overrated players who was never going to play a full game let alone score points. Rashford was a myth, fittingly disappearing for his manager in a time of need. That and the fact that a star-studded midfield scored 4 points between 4 could definitely have been a factor in the disappointing start for the Lacas. Who knows, Kirby could get lucky af like he did last season and get 10 wins in a row – that is until he disappeared and didn’t blame his password, just his missus. The real lesson is here gentlemen, always blame your missus.

 Another two teams at the top of the ranks this round were former rookies Mitch ‘Wombae’ and Alex ‘Do I make you Horney’ Horne. Both teams respectively scored 80 points which would tickle the dick of any manager. The Wombats midfield was absolutely terrifying for former Romeybears manager Jerome, scoring a fucked 46 points from 3 people (wowser). Horney’s Heroes gave rallied around the strongest captain of the week Mane, 36 points alone. Mitch takes on Rowan next week whilst Alex takes on the newest self-proclaimed hot shot Madde ‘Prostate Tickler’ Bowshire.

 “Sneed’s are a joke”, “Cunt, those Sneeds” “It’s a bloody upset” – just a few of the quotes from around the Bush this week leading up to Rowan ‘get back in the womb’ Flanagan. One man had a little something else to say – “It’s a new season bruv im finishing top 3, this ain’t an upset it’s the new normal”. Madde took out a huge start to his fourth Bush season with a DOMINANT display over Rowan’s Doumbia’s. His first error was picking 3 Tottenham players, his second was captaining someone versing a punishing Liverpool. Sneeds on the other hand, magic in all aspects in his 76-49 win. 35 points in his defence, you shall not pass. Rowan has already lost his password this preseason, how many losses will it take for him to lose it again?

 Honourable mention to our high scorers who didn’t make top 3 this week, Chris Michaels and Papa Geo, both scoring 75+. Unlucky for the Tigs not to get a win, the Bush is a harsh mistress and she needs patience. Papa gave Riley ‘regular Bine enthusiast’ Guest the true reality of this, spanking him by 40 points.

 That’s all we’ve got time for about the key moments fellow managers, we hope you’ve enjoyed a read and had a giggle but before we sign off, some info about the Manager of the Month voting change this season…

Here at the Bush Fantasy League we value consistent, non-biased results. Last season there were many amazing Manager of the Month awards though we had massive complaints/feedback about the legitimacy of our nomination process. To honour the wishes of the majority of managers, we’d like to introduce our new system, which evaluates our players in a VIP type like process. Each week you’ll receive a tally, which in turn will total to a monthly score. Top scorer of the week will get 3, second will get 2 and third will get 1 (tied points count). Thank you for your cooperation and as always, stay classy, Bush League.

3 points – Brody with 83 points.

2 points – Alex and Mitch on 80 points.

1 point – Harry on 78 points.

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