#Hey Nicky Hey Beau!

[ghostly-groundskeeper]

Oh yea, we're definitely a cult <3

Hellooooo, Robin’s loyal followers~!!

Oh boy, what a way to start things off.

Whaaat~? Are they not followers of Robin to whom they are loyal~?

This isn’t a cult, Nicky.

Coffee cult~!!

No.

I’m already beginning to regret allowing you two on here.

[occamstfs]

Talismen III: Sorry For The Backwash

A gym crush on Simon gone wrong leads Tim to get in way over his head in the pursuit of gains and satisfaction; Soon enough the whole gym finds themselves wanting.

Okay I went a little crazy with this one, steamy muscle growth, hair growth, and corruption galore- Tim really spreads the love haha! It’s about the length of Talismen Beginnings. Hope you enjoy this plot advancing chapter, was quite fun to write! Like previously, the penultimate poll will drop on Sunday the 15th! -Occam! 

And so Simon finally arrives at the gym. Elsewhere in town Nicky sends an asshole careening towards the discovery of a better self, and perhaps launches his friend into shoes a few sizes larger and a wolverine eared beanie before heading off to grab some coffee. Back at the gym his boyfriend is never too far from the front of Simon’s slow plodding mind, after sending one last selfie to entice his beau, he puts down his affection to finally pick up some weights. 

Sandwiched in between a Jamba Juice and a bookstore, Simon ignores the static that fills his mind as almost saccharine familiarity bats away the eerie discomfort that he’s never actually been here before. He finds serenity as set to getting his blood pumping, delighting in the feeling of burning strain as with each thrust his new body finds itself more adept at exercise. In no time at all he moves about the gym with the expert precision and graceful ease that sculpting such an impressive form would require. His almost vacant eyes don’t notice the hungry stare of a nearby twink who has been shadowing him from the second he walked in. 

It’s not that Timothy is leering at the beyond sexy man, I mean how could anyone avoid staring, er, appreciating such an impressive form- The fact that Tim continues to happenstance choose machines directly next to the titan is pure coincidence and any charge that he’s trying to catch the man’s eye are pure slander. The blush that burns across his face the first time Simon’s eyes land on him is perhaps more evidential. 

The jock scratches the back of his head as he addresses the twink, exposing a sweaty pit that certainly does not help with Tim’s now quivering knees, “Hey uhhh lil guy, I think I forgot my water at home huhuh!” Tim laughs alongside the man though he certainly doesn’t notice as he continues on with his ask, “would you mind if I borrowed yours?” Tim’s eyes widen with fear as his neck locks trying to decide if he should nod in the affirmative or shake to suggest he’d not mind anything that the hunk would ask of him. Nor does it help that he’s unable to get a full word out. Simon stares, mouth agog as the twink stumbles through a few giggly syllables, “Ah ha! Weluhm, I heek!” 

Giving up on communicating like a human being, he averts his eyes shyly and raises his hydroflask. Simon takes it rougher than he intended and Tim promptly forces his hands to his crotch to adjust shorts and hide his excitement before meekly returning to stare at labored gulps and the few trailing droplets of water that escape and spill down into Simon’s sweaty beard. Timothy almost vibrates from the need to be topped by the man standing above him, totally unaware that the titan in question has eyes for his boyfriend alone. 

Delivering the jug of water back, Simon quickly thanks the twink and tries to joke, “Thanks little bro! My uhh, Nicky swears I’d forget my hat if it weren’t screwed on huhuh!” He pauses and scratches at his stubble, “Or no that’s not the joke? Uh-” He crosses his arms and half-heartedly flexes as he loses himself in labored thought, trying to remember how it goes.

In the meantime Tim takes the unintended hint that Simon’s taken and sighs to himself. He did figure that the man was too good to be true, c’est la vie- In the meantime, while his flask is open he may as well hydrate himself. Raising it to his lips he watches Simon quiet a burp and wipe his lip, “Oh uhh, sorry for the backwash dude-” This almost makes him race to drink it even quicker. No time to introspect however for as soon as it spills onto his tongue, Tim’s eyes dilate. The twink almost chokes from the speed at which he struggles to down more water than one should mid-workout. 

Never before now has the small man attempted to chug something at this rate, or at all really, though driven by lusty thoughts and burning delight as it soars down his throat he is suddenly swallowing like the best of them. His chest tightens and his stomach burns as he finally gasps for air, coughing up water and doing his best to not vom. Immediately concerned, Simon puts his meaty hands on the small man’s shoulders, sending a shiver down his spine as the twink grits his teeth and covers his mouth to quiet a moan. 

His heart races and his breathing accelerates as something alien begins to build within him. Tim can’t hear Simon’s worried questions as pressure begins to pound and he tries to stand. He feels a compulsion to move, to grow. Exactly like Nicky’s boyfriend mindlessly doing pushups on the cold ground, Tim feels compelled beyond reason to work out the energy that is beginning to build in his veins. 

Never one to seriously weight train he doesn’t know why or how he ends up on a bench press, but when his bleary eyes turn to see Simon loading weights on he’s filled with a drive greater than he could understand. “Are you sure you can handle this much lil guy?” Lil Guy. Tim grimaces as he feels his veins bulge in response. It matters not if it's from irritation or lust. He can do this. He can do way more than this. His soft hands grasp the iron bar and raise it. Despite his confidence however, just as soon it leaves the rack it comes crashing down, wont to heed the ever-persuasive call of gravity. 

Just before Simon has the chance to spot him, Tim calls the grunt off, groaning under the weight “I can- do IT” Simon gasps as he sees the bar immediately begin to rise. The man’s stick thin arms shake with effort as they raise it high enough to return the weight. When Simon goes to pull it back and remove weight he sees rage in Tim’s eyes and hesitates. Timothy then forces another rep, veins bulge up his neck as Simon unmistakably sees new muscle begin to bulge larger under the twink’s shirt. He forces it into the air once more and with a grunt the bar bounces higher.

There’s the sound of fabric beginning to tear as a shirt that was chosen to show off his lithe form cannot contain the required pecs that this bench press demands. Each impossible repetition packs more meat onto his body. Simon gives tips to the newbie and smiles as he sees the bar rapidly grow more stable, bony arms suddenly no longer left out as small biceps peak and struggle to follow the technique laid out by the clearly experienced jock.

After arbitrarily doing enough at the bench press, without a word Tim sets the bar back on the rack and wanders over to free weights. Simon quickly dismantles the weight left on and wipes down the bench, proud of how much of a sweat his apparent lil trainee has already worked up. By the time he makes it to observe Timothy’s corner of the gym he again sees the man trying to bite way over his level, though once more before he can intervene he sees the impossible. 

Tim takes a swig of his water and his arms grow meatier, sending tears up the already tight sleeves. Jaw clenched, he curls probably the heaviest weight he’s ever lifted as if it were nothing, with a grunt he does it again, and again. Simon grins as he sees the man's technique improve without a word, the strained sleeves on his mini-tee shred to nothing as they simply cannot contain the power Tim now holds within himself.

“Dude! That’s killer!” addressed by Simon directly, awareness returns to Tim’s eyes and the weight clatters to the floor, thankfully missing his feet as he yelps. Simon quickly rushes over clicking his tongue, “Ah you can’t be doing that bro haha! Clearly got a lot to learn about gym etiquette eh? Huhuh!” He puts the weights back up and pats Tim on the back. Staring up at the man Tim feels the need to be more rising once more, his attention goes to his flask and his mouth feels dry. Thirst controlling him he goes to drink only to find it already empty.

Simon nods and apologizes for drinking so much earlier, “Ah man, guess that’s as good a sign as any to call it huh?” Tim’s heart skips a beat as an almost existential fear fills him at the idea that Simon was about to leave him. As if he were on the precipice of losing it all. “Wait! Would you um, mind if you showed me a few more tips tomorrow?” Simon tilts his head and Tim hungrily waits for his answer, a red tinge hiding in his eyes that Simon’s far too distracted to notice. Grinning he starts to nod, “Y’know I always thought I’d be a good teacher huhuh! I’ll be in pretty early tomorrow so you just come say hi and we’ll get goin!” 

With that he pats the twink-no-more on the back and congratulates him on the hustle, “Great work today Tom! I swear you look fuckin’ massive with this pump! You should take a few to check yourself out dude!” Blankly smiling, unaware as Tim slightly glowers at being called the wrong name, he ruffles the shorter man’s hair and then grabs his gym bag to head home, “See you tomorrow lil dude!” Tim smiles and starts to say farewell though Simon’s already halfway gone by the time he reopens his eyes. Taking a second to pout all anxieties and fears fall away as he turns to see his new reflection.

His expression drops as he realizes his shirt has totally been discarded at some point during his pump-fueled fugue state. Taking in the new power that writhes and flexes underneath his skin, his fingers trace abs and follow veins as before cupping his powerful pecs, almost burning hot enough to steam his sweat. He tries to swallow but comes short as his dry mouth and impossible thirst remains. He twitches and his eyes shift red as the only recourse is more than clear. He needs more.

The next morning Tim drives to the gym before it opens to sit and wait for Simon to arrive. Every so often he turns on his windshield wipers to remove condensation accrued from his passive body heat alone. Eventually when he sees the brute jogging up with his gym bag in tow Tim quickly springs to action to force a fake meet-cute. He knows the jock’s taken but can’t blame a guy for trying. 

Counting on Simon’s general lack of awareness he races to hide just out of sight and bump into his new trainer as he rounds the corner. Without a hitch he successfully bumps into the shirtless man and is rewarded by getting the behemoth’s sweat all over his even skimpier gym clothes. Simon, thinking nothing ill of this must be accident, remains happily unaware of any untoward motivation from his new trainee. Already grinning at the prospect of working out, he just reaches out and ruffles the man’s hair again, “Gotta watch where you’re goin’ little guy huhuh!” 

Tim in turn babbles off a good-morning as he is struck woozy from such close proximity to the man, his b.o. easily more than clouding his mind. Barely able to stay his tongue from licking the sweat off of Simon, Tim’s unrelenting thirst compels him to offer the beast another drink from his hydroflask. Like a dog showing his owner a present, Simon quickly goes to grab his own water bottle, almost tearing off his pants as the bottle is attached by a carabiner. With a laugh he explains, “Thank ya dude! But after I told him about yesterday Nicky made sure I’d not forget huhuh! He was so worried that I’d be dehydrated and all. Little worryworm, or- Uh? Worrywart?” Simon laughs and shakes off the brief confusion and just rubs the water bottle gently, thinking about his lover.

Timothy rolls his eyes, jealousy breaking him from his musk-based trance, “Okay! Whatever- Shall we get started then?” Simon returns his attention to the man in front of him and begins to escort him inside. Throwing an arm across the smaller man’s shoulders he explains his plans for their workout today. Tim hears none of it however as he instead zeroes in on the sweat dripping down his back. The newly made twunk grunts and stretches his neck as he feels his traps cramp under the weight and wet of Simon’s arm.

Feeling sweat drip from Simon’s exposed pit down his right arm, Tim grimaces as suddenly his body pulls that direction. With a glance he sees it hang bulkier, thicker. Tim can’t hide the glee painted across his face as he realizes even proximity is enough for him to parasitize growth from the dreamboat he apparently isn’t to have. Simon looks down perplexed as he feels Tim grab at his calloused hand and rub his arm down his back, smirking and twitching as he does so. “Uhh Tim?” A moment later he grunts and stretches, his back widens, straining his shirt. 

Simon’s used to being confused so he doesn’t try to make sense as his new trainee suddenly shoots up half a foot in height, his midriff exposed as his arms stretch longer, muscle fibers straining before pulsing to remain as thick as they were before they sprouted. The jock pauses and closes his eyes as despite his best efforts, he sees what happens and something in the back of his mind knows he has seen it before. Tim, in between basking in his new power and languishing in the sensual growth still happening across his body grabs a clearly sweat stained towel from Simon’s bag and ties it around his waist, hoping to spread growth to his hitherto neglected glutes and thighs.

When Simon indeed returns to awareness, shaking off his stupor he see’s just that. Now supported on tree-trunk thighs he barely needs to angle down to make eye contact with his trainee. When he sees the man’s cock pulse through his gym shorts he purses his lips as he for the first time realizes that his trainee might be into him. Not that that’s a rarity of course, he’s quite the prize.

The quickest glance towards Tim’s eyes makes it more than clear that he may have something a little darker than your average crush. There is something deep, a hunger for something greater. Simon’s usual confidence wavers, briefly concerned about his client’s conflict of interest. He did promise to help with this session though. Chewing on his cheek, Simon fights against better judgment to stick to his word, opting to help as promised. Getting started he sets to lead the man who increasingly looks like he doesn’t need help over to the free weights.

In no time at all Simon watches as Tim works up a pump greater than any he’s ever seen, baring his own of course. He struggles to offer feedback as the should-be twink increasingly feels the need to butt heads, to peacock rather than try to train. When Simon sees red flashes in the man’s eyes, alarms once more begin to go off in the back of his head, but then his trainee surges just that much larger, his pumped arms bulge that much bigger, and he is instead distracted by how quickly his student seems to be advancing. “Guess I can’t call ya little dude any more huh?”

Tim smirks and flexes at his trainer, biting his tongue as everything within him feels the need to lob pick up lines at him. His arms tense as he barely stops himself from simply pouncing on the man, to do everything within his increased power to seize his fountain of growth forevermore. He clears his throat and ignores how off he sounds, his sing-songy performative pitch replaced by a harsh wolfish baritone, “Yo bro, not to pry- cause I know you got your little bitch, er- boyfriend. But-" When Tim calls Nicky a bitch Simon suddenly shifts deathly serious "Can you just get to the point Tim.” 

The new jock averts his eyes, annoyed at being interrupted though knowing that he is not the one with the power here, “Look I’m just sayin-” he goes to grab Simon’s hand, “I’m sure he’d understand if you wanted to have a little fun.” Feeling Simon’s sweaty hand grasped, he shivers as new calluses develop on his own. His kindly trainer almost grimaces at his advances and pulls away before growth can continue to pile on. Simon purses his lips and looks away, “Look, uhh- I’m not so sure we’re a great match. But, uhh-” Tim watches gears slowly turn as Simon struggles for an eloquent way to effectively dump him, “But what.”

Tim’s eyes narrow as if he’s readying to strike, his thoughts race as everything in him suddenly goes on alert. Chords entirely cut to the twink he once was, he feels Simon is the only tether towards further growth, towards becoming more of who he must be. When he sees the generally jovial man sigh and go for a sip of water to give him time to gather thoughts, Tim’s defcon-one strategy becomes clear. Seeing Simon start to pull away he makes up his mind. If he’s going to lose access then he must get as much as he can right now. 

His hand goes to curl into a fist and he swings, not at Simon of course, but the container of nectar he holds to his lips. Hurt beyond measure Simon watches as his new bottle spills all over the avaricious body-builder. His mouth is open but he clearly makes no further effort to drink it as it rains down mostly onto his chest. Tim falls to the floor and his hands shake as he rubs the water into his rapidly bulging, pounding pecs. Simon stares rapt with judgement as the man’s muscular chest bursts free from a shirt that was already painted on.

Individual muscle fibres pulse and expand as he convulses on the floor. His shoulder awkwardly forces itself upward as growth enacts itself across his body in swathes disparate and seemingly painful. Despite the nigh assault, Simon immediately abandons everything to kneel down and help the man as his body contorts and writhes, arms stretching and building unevenly as deeper grunts issue forth from a widening throat. Red light shines through eyes clamped shut and drool drips from clenched teeth.

After a few minutes of heaving breaths and impossible expansion, Tim eventually relaxes on the cold gym floor and looks up at Simon with a smirk. Content that the man is fine and, at least for the moment, ignoring the impossible transformation that he has witnessed as a means of survival. In defiance of some shred of self that recognizes the transformation he ignores the flash of red in his eyes that stares at and into the man on the floor and scoffs, “Good luck finding a new trainer.” He pauses, wanting desperately to say something clever but is waylaid by his duller wit, his gentle spirit, and the terrifying feeling at the back of his mind that something has similarly irrevocably changed who he is. He slowly shakes his head and wanders off to the shower.

Tim crawls after him pleading him to stay around though even as he struggles to crawl after the man he cannot help but realize that he seems to have bitten off more than he can chew. That is until he sees Simon go into the locker room rather than straight out of the gym. His mouth reflexively contorts to a smile and his heart skips a beat. There remains more for his greedy hands to take. His drive for more compels him to fight through pain, through soreness. He can’t help himself. He cannot stop himself.

Simon stands. He tries to sneak though every step elicits a quivering gasp of pain. He bites his forearm to quiet his pained pants as he presses forward towards Simon’s discarded gym bag. Seeing the used jockstrap lying on top his free hand goes to grasp it before neurons even fire in recognition of what it is. Adrenaline and static sear through him great enough to feel pain no longer as he doesn’t stumble but sprint out of the locker room, out of the gym, and into his truck. He doesn’t know how but he’s wearing it before the keys turn in the ignition.

He has drunk after Simon, he has rubbed the man's sweat over his skin, he has washed his chest with his spit. These are nothing compared to his wearing the man’s discarded, post-workout jock. Were he struck by lightning he would have less energy coursing through him, his whole being vibrates and his vision tints red as by the time he’s home he can scarcely exist for what is flowing through him, what is overflowing out of him. He cannot think for the pleasure and power coursing through his veins, mainlining into his nervous system through the purloined jockstrap.

So overwhelmed is he it’s almost as if he’s unable to maintain what has been thus far been bestowed unto him. As if he were becoming less defined, less real. While his muscles compress and his mind sits on the precipice of total erasure, it is clear what aspect of self is benefitting from his impossible situation. When he finally realizes how dire- how tenuous a hold he has on what is happening to him, what is becoming of him as his blood begins to burn he discards the jock and his eyes land upon a cock that may be the closest man has ever come to perfection. 

Pubes like a burning bush around an obelisk of a dick. His hands twitch as they go to grab it and they burn with pleasure as Timothy is filled with feeling so intense that he sees only red, he feels only static, he hears nothing but the rushing of blood through his ears. Through gnashing teeth he is no longer aware of having he unknowingly does the only thing that could save him. Just as he begins to lose the capacity for thought at all, he stumbles upon a wish. i wish i could share this- and with that whatever staticky magic, whatever inhuman energy flowing through him from Simon, from Nicky, is discharged. 

He awakens on the edge of orgasm sitting on his couch, as soon as he’s conscious enough to move he loses control. Painting his torso as well as the wall behind him with cum his breathing stutters as he stares at his dripping cock. His hands shake as he reaches for it, twitching it stands higher and crisscrossed by fleshy veins and surrounded by a garden of pubes distinctly thicker than how he keeps them. Grunting as he convulses to prevent himself from cumming again he hears his voice echo through the room deeper, stretching he finds his limbs are longer. His mind dances with the idea that what just happened to him may not have just been some all-too-real dream after all, but some true working of magic.

His hands go to cup his thicker balls, and as they are graced by a callused hand that seems to have done perhaps one full day of work before, his hips rut and he loses control once more. Splashes of cum decorate his hairless stomach and chest that currently maintain only the most superficial of muscle and vascularity. Taking in the mess he has made of himself, Tim’s eyes widen as he observes something new beginning. Like tears of god the cum decorating his chest has begun to seed bountiful thick curls everywhere it lands. Rapidly do jungles of hair sprout up across his cumstained body enough to perhaps rival that of Simon’s. Though as he sees his newfound ability to change himself, Simon loses such prominent status from his mind.

His hands, having been incredibly near to the epicenter of his powerful release are certainly not spared from his loosed loads. Thick hair begins to trail up his forearms, accompanied by veins even thicker than he held during his peak performance with Simon. Shaking off whatever anxieties remained from his near cosmic experience, as well as any desire to understand what is happening to him, he gleefully begins to rub his cum into pecs as they begin to amass weight and strength once more. This time they are artfully decorated with curls he has longingly lusted after since he first stumbled upon his proclivities towards masculinity.

While his fingers dance and sculpt his body into what he has always wanted to fuck and only recently hungered for himself, he becoems aware that his plans have returned to the headspace wherein he truly lost himself. In between dragging through a treasure trail that now acts as a highway from his neck to his cock, playing with nipples that hang pertly from a chest no man would be ashamed to have, playing with lengthy pit hair that holds a permanent undeniable aura (Read: musk), he overcomes his prideful shortfalls, shaking off his need to personally be more- shaking off his obsession with seeking fulfillment in power, in forcing some jock he doesn’t even know to acknowledge and fulfill him he is struck with the desire that let him persist. I Wish I Could Share This. 

Taking time to spread his seed across his jawline and ensure his face has stubble, Tim stands to feet and smirks as pre continues to drip down from his cock. Curls spread up from his wider feet to meet with the forest of hair that coats his calves, which rush to surge and match the density of hair that ushers forth from his thighs and crotch. He stretches and groans with a clear mission laid ahead of him. Propelled with the desire supernatural, bestowed upon him by himself, he throws on as little clothing as he can get away with and wanders out from his home. No need to choose a destination as some will greater than himself already pulls him closer.

Before he’s made it down the street he grimaces and removes his shoes, sizes too small already; they're simply too tight for any continued charade of decency to be worth it. When hairy toes just as soon burst forth from his socks he grins and presses onward, delighted at the prospect, the ideal of never being contained. Each step forward stains the earth beneath him with a sweaty footprint. Each mark a proof of currently barely perceptible change that he has wrought, should someone investigate too intently they are sure to find themselves pulled in and changed as well. Though such contagion is paltry compared to what is to happen when he finally reaches his destination.

His entrance to the gym is unheralded and yet as soon as he steps in the doors every man drops what they are doing to stare. The hunger red hot behind his eyes returns as he meets their gaze and smiles. The receptionist starts to try and speak, some drilled in procedure acting subconsciously. When Timothy turns to observe the quiet voice he freezes up once more before he’s filled with confidence and a burning need to be closer. The receptionist barrels over the counter and races to be the first to reach the titan, to be the first to receive his gifts.

Mouths drop as all watch Tim effortlessly tear the shirt from the man before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. Wherever Tim haphazardly makes contact with the young man muscle bloats and hair blooms. The manicured fur on his chest rapidly spreads and races to meet with bountiful gardens that push out from underneath his arms. Stubble on his face explodes into a full beard as new prickly strands push out from pores appearing in between pores, never to be combated by a razor again. His chest pushes larger as he struggles to push in closer to Tim than physically possible, as if he were trying to make their forms one. Shoulders just wider and arms hang closer to the earth as biceps form and hands expand.

The receptionist’s eyes roll back as Tim’s graceful and rough fingers slowly twirl downward from playing with chest hair. Following the directions of a new thick treasure trail he finds a bush of pubes spreading further and growing more tangled by the second. Even the lightest touch is enough for the changing man to lose control. Overwhelmed as Tim was from the jockstrap, the young man stumbles backwards, away from the eidolon and into the crowd. Immediately he bumps into another would be congregant to the beyond-alluring gym-rat.

Still not satiated, if such a thing is even possible, the receptionist immediately turns and begins frotting against the wanting man he wantonly bumped into. He does not see his eyes cloud over nor the red mist that falls from his mouth as he makes out with a longtime regular to the gym. When he begins to feel his new beard scratch and tangle with stubble that his suitor had not seconds ago it only makes him all the more excited. Soon enough others see the receptionist begin to spread changes himself, and when they see some clumsy jock bump into the man still tongue deep in receptionist and shiver as he too begins to grow, all Hell breaks loose.

In short order every man in the gym finds themselves changing beyond their wildest dreams. Musky bodies grind against musky bodies. Pecs push into pecs as men who haven’t even realized they liked body hair suddenly find themselves rapt in the heady delight. Newly hairy stomachs and chests scratch against the sweaty curls of other men who can scarcely recall their names. Mouths find mouths, pits unleash b.o. great enough to fill the gym with a cloud of musk. In no time at all dicks are unleashed as they grow too large to be contained by briefs, jocks, or boxers as cum begins to join the litany of other bodily fluids that fly through the air. 

Tim simply watches in reverie as men continue to frot, fuck, bloat, and grow hairier around him. When he sees sensibility or awareness return he simply offers a helping hand and watches bemused as their dumb smiles return. He wanders through tangled bodies exalting himself to find each and every one greater than they were before his guiding hand. Minds consumed with nothing further than the sensual pleasure he offers, not even present enough to question why they had ever prioritized anything else to begin with. 

For a moment Tim himself has some second guesses as to what he has done. Seeing a friend he almost recognizes shake as he grows a foot in height as his man bun retracts into nothing as a beard shades his face. Watching the prim bottom manhandle a jock who is changing far slower than himself gives him pause. Watching men bloat up and become new vectors of transformation. Is this better? Just as soon as the words come they vacate as he takes a deep breath of the scarlet shaded musky air. Of course it’s better, what could one want more than everlasting pleasure.

Soon enough he doesn’t even remember that he was the one to begin the orgy that this gym descends into, it is simply something that happened, that is happening. New gym goers file in as the day goes by and immediately find their place in the bacchanalia. Outside the juice bar and bookstore the gym was wedged in between corrupt into a protein shake shack and sex shop, perfect for the gym rats and himbos to stumble into whenever they need to take a breather before returning to the fracas. The gym becomes a canary in the coal mine of a world that is soon to come, though it is not the inly of epicenter of change in this city.

Nicky’s wish for Simon to have confidence in himself has had repercussions beyond the pale, though that is what happens when one makes wishes and casts spells haphazardly. Due to his desire to forget his strange encounter, he remains totally unaware of what he has unintentionally wrought. In a chinese food restaurant a delivery man scratches at his stomach after making a stop at a friendly apartment next door, he himself could sure use a bite to eat. All across town people Nicky has wished well find themselves becoming more. People Nicky has wished would learn a lesson do so in ways he never could expect, in ways he would never wish. For now he simply continues on as normal, though when Simon finally comes home to tell his boyfriend of a strange encounter with some guy at the gym and the disquieting flashes of red in the back of his mind, perhaps Nicky will finally discover how his will is being enacted, how it is being twisted into the world.

Poll Results:

Delivery - 30.5%

Follows Alex from Talisman II as Rich has unwittingly sent him on his own path to Transformation as he goes on deliveries to find some of his regulars acting strange (General masculinzation for Alex alongside some other shorter fun TF’s, i.e. twinkification/Stoner tf/preppification)

Hazmat 21.6%

Forces race to contain the spread of transformation, but who polices the police as it were (Continuing onward with jockfications)

Location Location Location 24.1%

To test his powers Nicky deliberately changes a whole establishment and the people within, though unfamiliarity or disbelief creates a new locus of transformation (Library to Fraternity? Craft store to sports store?)

Barista 23.6%

Accidentally uses talisman on barista and through effort Simon gets Nicky to observe and become aware of the situation (cafe goer into various TFs surfer/cultural change/might toss in a F2M, is there interest there??)

[coco-loco-nut]

The Captain’s Daughter (1)

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader/OC

Warnings: Angst maybe, sibling fluff, sadness

Author’s Note: I wrote most of this at 3am so it’s kinda bad and there are def plot holes :)

Summary: Maverick adopted Goose and Carole’s daughter, she’s one hell of a pilot, and Bob is smitten

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | alternate ending | part 4

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        "Lieutenant Mitchell," Cyclone says to the blonde girl standing beside her brother. "Lieutenant Bradshaw," Cyclone acknowledges him. "Welcome back to Top Gun," Cyclone gives them a rare on-base smile. As much as he didn't like their father, he watched the siblings grow up and become excellent pilots. The last part probably had something to do with his and Iceman's tutelage, even if Maverick didn't say so.

    "Thanks, Uncle Beau," Nicole 'Nicky' Mitchell smiles back, dropping all procedures - a trait she gets from her father.

    "It's been a while, we won't let you down, sir," Bradley offers a small smile. The pair ran into Cyclone as they were heading off base.

     "Keep your father out of trouble," Cyclone tells them as they part. Nicky and Bradley head to his Bronco, knowing they will find their father and other callbacks at the Hard Deck.

      Maverick had adopted Nicole right after her birth as Carole died in childbirth. Bradley was never officially adopted, but Mav was his legal guardian regardless.

       The two step out of the Bronco, Bradley in his Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. Nicky was wearing a tank, jean shorts, and Maverick's aviators. Bradley may be five years older, but the two were very close. The first person Nicky looked for was Penny.

     "Penny!" She cheers as she gets closer to the bar. Bradley goes to greet Phoenix.

     "Nicole, I've missed you around here," Penny hugs her. A tone in her voice signals that Mav did something to throw her off a little.

     "Me too, how's Amelia?" Nicole smiles, brushing back a strand of her hair.

     "Great, she misses you. Do you want a round? It's on your father," Penny smiles as Nicole nods her head.

      "What am I? An F-14?" Maverick says from her left.

     "Of course not. Penny is just a Fifth Gen while you are an F/A-18," Nicole teases and hugs him.

      "I can order you to do push-ups," Mav reminds her. "You better save your brother from that hot shot over there," He nods to the pool table. Nicole spots Jake Seresin and blushes a little.

        "Here you go, kiddo," Penny hands two beers to Nicole.

       "If it isn't Gatsby. Man, you get prettier every time I see you," Hangman leans on his pool cue, stolen from Bob. Nicole gives the second beer to Rooster before taking another step toward Hangman, steeling herself against his nearly irresistible charm.

     "Shut it, Bagman. Still not interested," Nicole swipes the cue out from under his arm, causing him to stumble a little. Nicole hands his back to Bob with a small smile.

     "I saw him snatch it from you. I'm Gatsby," Nicole extends her hand to the cute blond.

     "Bob, callsign Bob," He smiles awkwardly and shakes her hand.

     "Nicole. It's nice to meet you, Bob. Are you a pilot or WSO?"

     "WSO. You?" Bob asks, turning to the table to take a shot.

     "Pilot," Nicole replies before Bradley starts approaching the piano. Before Nicole can grab Mav to join in, Hangman and his gang are carrying him out for not being able to fully pay. With a shrug, she takes a seat beside Bradley and other pilots and WSOs gather around. The siblings launch into the song they knew by heart. One of these times Nicole is going to take over and do a different song, but today isn't that day.

      "Hey Gatsby," Phoenix smiles, pulling the other pilot into a hug.

       "Phoenix, it's been a while," Nicole smiles at her brother's naval best friend.

       "I saw you flirting with my new WSO," Natasha teases as Nicole groans, drinking the rest of her beer.

    "I was not, and you know that. Hangman was being a dick and I was being nice by returning Bob's pool cue. Not to mention, my father and brother have a very strict 'no Navy pilot or WSO boyfriend'." Nicole defends herself.

     "They said nothing about a girlfriend,"

     "As much as I love you, Nat, you just aren't my type. Unfortunately, it's men only for me," Nicole complains.

     "Are you two about to make out over here? That's hot," Hangman teases. As much as Hangman and Gatsby act like they hate each other, they are pretty good friends and graduated Top Gun together. Jake Seresin has a painfully large crush on both girls, and they both know it.

     "Shut it, Jake," Nicole playfully glares.

     "Make me," Hangman leans in before Rooster pushes him away.

      "Enough with my sister, Seresin," Bradley says as Natasha and Nicole try not to laugh.

      "Sister?" Fanboy asks, clearly confused as they don't share a last name. Although they do look eerily alike.

       "Alright, time to head home. See you tomorrow, Rooster. Mind giving me a ride, Seresin?" Nicole asks Hangman just to annoy Bradley. He was staying on base while Nicole has been living in a rental for the past month after staying on base. She's been stationed here the past couple months before getting the call to Top Gun again.

      "Of course," Jake was going that way anyway and it was a good way to catch up. "You still aren't interested?" He teases as they get into his car.

     "No way. You are my best friend. You aren't my type anyway," Nicole pats his shoulder as he starts the route to her rental. He stayed there the past couple days but just moved onto the base. They definitely had their fun over those couple days, but she just wasn't interested.

     "Right. The no dating a Navy boy rule," He frowns, the rule being a problem in his crush. "This is you, Nicky," He smiles, putting the car in park.

    "Thanks, Jake," She gets out and heads to her front door. He only leaves when the door closes. Nicole lets out a sigh. Truthfully, she used to harbor a crush for him too, but it just disappeared over time, even the last few days weren't enough to resurrect it. Nicole sets out her uniform and materials needed for tomorrow's meeting. Iceman, Cyclone, and Mav haven't told her anything about the mission at hand.

    At 0600 her alarm went off and by 0750 she is on base, ready for the 0800 brief. Bradley takes a seat beside her.

     "Do you think Mav will actually let us on the mission? If it's as dangerous as they say, Dad's death will be hanging over his head," Rooster whispers to her. Nicole silently agreed, her intuition told her that Mav disapproved of them being called back. She was flying last today so she found her old, tattered copy of The Great Gatsby in her bag. 'Nick Bradshaw' was written in permanent marker on the inside of the front cover. It was one of a few items she possesses from her biological parents. She picks up where she last left off.

      "Hey, Gatsby. Nice book, fitting," Fanboy sits beside her. Nicole looks up from the book, deciding whether to say anything.

     She decides on a simple "thanks".

     "Is that how you got your callsign? I promise I'll keep the story a secret if it makes you feel better," He continues on the conversation. She decides it's better to just put a bookmark in the book instead of risking losing her spot.

     "Kinda. It was my dad's book. I got the sign from my name, I was named after him,"

     "I thought your dad was Captain Pete Mitchell, not Jay," Fanboy furrows his brows.

     "Mav adopted me. My biological father, his name was Nick Bradshaw," Nicole shows the name written on the front cover. "My first name is Nicole and I bring this book everywhere so the name stuck. I'm also great so you can call me 'The Great Gatsby'," Nicole touts her ego a little, sending Fanboy a playful smile.

     "Well, I guess that explains why you and Rooster have different last names," He chuckles. Fanboy doesn't seem to have anything to add so he leaves Gatsby alone to read.

       "I love that book," Bob smiles, looking at the well-loved book in Gatsby's hands.

       "Me too, how's the exercise?" She asks, about to get ready to fly.

       "Tough. Maverick is good," Bob says, clearly exhausted from the pushups.

      "We will have to see who the better Mitchell is then," A competitive smirk appears on Nicole's face. She is competing against Rooster and Hangman for team leader, a task she doesn't take lightly. After a quick text to her uncle Iceman for some of Mav's weak spots, she puts on her flight gear and heads to her plane.

      As soon as her round starts, she does her best as wingman but Mav got Harvard and Yale pretty quick.

      "It's just you and me, Gatsby," Maverick says over the radio. She doesn't say anything as she strategically trails him as he looks for her. After five minutes of cat and mouse, she gets lock on him, using some of Ice's advice.

      "HA! Take that old man," Gatsby cheers, flying beside Maverick.

      "Okay, head back. That's all for today," Maverick is both disappointed and proud. Back on base, Cyclone sends Iceman a text informing him of Gatsby's victory. Cyclone now owes Iceman ten bucks, having bet on who would win. When she lands and exits the plane, Hondo gives her a thumbs up. She waits for Maverick so she can rub it in her dad's face.

      "How does it feel to lose. Maybe I should change my callsign to 'Better Mitchell'," Nicole beams. Mav just shakes his head, ruffling her helmet hair.

       "Tone it down kiddo, you got lucky and I know Ice helped you out. He told me he was going to expose my secrets to you and Bradley," Pete shakes his head.

        "You're just bitter that you lost your touch," she laughs, heading for the lounge where the other pilots and WSOs were waiting.

        "Great flying, sweetcheeks. Might give me some competition for team leader," Hangman smirks.

        "You wish, you will be lucky if you are my wingman," she returns his smirk with a wink. Their way of communication is usually a mixture of flirting and teasing.

          A few days later when they start the course, the stress begins wearing on everyone. Coyote and Hangman have been sitting on the information they got from the picture. Hangman knew that Gatsby and Rooster's dad died in an accident, but he didn't know who was flying and how Maverick got custody of them.

       "Now is not the time to think about the past," as soon as those words came out of Jakes's mouth, Nicole felt her stomach drop. She gives him a warning look but it's too late. "I can't be the only one who knew that Maverick flew with their father," Hangman reveals, and Rooster lunges at him.

        "You son of a bitch!" Rooster yells as everyone holds them back. All Nicole can do is hold back the tears as Maverick dismisses everyone. Mav goes after Bradley, leaving Nicole to sit alone with a broken heart. Any shred of love and respect for Jake was quickly fading away. Well, not completely alone.

         "Nicky," Jake says softly, crouching in front of her. Neither of them notices Bob watching.

        "Don't 'Nicky' me, Jake. You violated my trust and my friendship. I never told you that information and I don't know how you learned about my biological dad and Mav's relationship. Until you can respect my boundaries, don't count on my friendship," Nicole says through tears. Bob waits for Hangman to leave before he approaches his new friend.

         At first, he says nothing, just sitting beside her. "Nicole, I don't know the whole story and I don't expect you to tell me. So, as your friend, if it's okay with you, I'm going to sit here with you until you don't want me here," Bob says softly, rubbing small circles on her back. No one deserves to be hurt by their friend like that. She nods and calms down.

        "Thanks, I think talking it out might help. Do you mind meeting me outside the locker room in five?" Nicole asks. Fifteen minutes later, the two are on the beach outside the Hard Deck, beers in hand. Well, two in Gatsby's and a water in Bob's. "Get ready, it's a long story," She sighs, sipping her drink.

[normally-o-a-k]

Hey look a fanfiction

Scam/Jodie

Friends to lovers, multi chapter, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda? There’s some more chatting with the season one dads on the phone lmao it’s not the whole chapter don’t worry.

Rating: still Teen

Chap 6/?

(Double update today!)

Previous chapter:

Jodie couldn’t sleep at all, lying on his side, wings folded behind him, the tip of his tail repeatedly tapping the bed.

He was completely restless. Talking with Glenn had gone better than he expected, but still… his warning had made him uneasy.

Sure he liked Scam… but did he trust him?

He didn’t think he could honestly answer yes…

By morning he’d only gotten two hours of sleep, every minute of his dream spent back on the couch with Scam. He climbs out of bed, showers ,dresses and gets breakfast, knowing better than to expect Scam at the breakfast table this time, he leaves Scam’s dish on the table and heads back to his office to try and get some work done so they could go out later.

Out with his boyfriend…

Jodie buries his face in his hands. He hadn’t been out on a date in…. Over a decade at least… and Hell’s date spots were limited to say the least… with the Doodler on earth it wasn’t exactly like he could take him there… it felt just a bit fucked up to be worrying about date spots when the other daddies and the kids were off trying to find a solution in the forgotten realms…. Should he call someone and ask for advice? Glenn and Ron were really the only two that knew…

He calls Glenn again.

“What’s up?”

“Did you meet up with everyone else?”

“Yeah yeah, we’re good man. You want to check in with Nicky?”

“Yeah, can I talk to you a bit first?… is it Uh, a bit fucked up that I’m taking time to date right now when you guys are trying to save Earth?”

“Yeah a little bit but…” Glenn sighs “man, everybody deserves love, no one’s going tell you not to try for it if you think there’s a chance… besides, we’re doing fine! We’ll probably have this Doodler thing solved in a couple more months…”

“Yeah… okay… look it’s been a while since I went out… I stopped doing date nights after Nicolas turned five…what’s a good-… what do I-“

“Okay okay, here’s the move, you gotta impress him! what are you good at?”

“Paperwork, killing, maiming…” Jodie Frowns.

“So like cop shit. Damn, you really are screwed aren’t you? I’m guessing you don’t want to just bone down, you probably want that sensitive style dating…”

“It’s called taking it slow idiot… but yeah… I…absolutely have to take it slow with him….shit Glenn he’s a really good kisser, I’ve never felt so out of control in my life…”

“Gross…”

“I mean, that too…but I lost control of my flames and nearly set him on fire…”

“Well fuck, man I don’t know… maybe like set up something romantic? Chicks love candles so maybe he will too? Henry is bi, you should ask him how to romance guys…” he calls Henry over “Hey Henry, come help this idiot”

“Hey Jodie! How’s h-e-double hockey sticks? Jodie says you need help? I don’t know if I can help but I’ll give it my best shot!”

“Hey Henry, uh look I, can you keep this from the kids? I started seeing someone new… and I’m a little rusty on romance…”

“Oh Sure buddy! Mercedes and I do date night weekly, and I don’t mean to toot my own horn but I think they’re pretty darn romantic! What’s your new beau like? You know, A lot of romance is showing the person how well you know them”

“He uh, he’s clever, and he loves games… and stirring things up… he always dresses nice… his favorite movie is Hero… he smells like axe …” he smiles “he’s fun…“

“He likes games and stirring things up…and he smells like axe body spray?” Henry pieces it together pretty easily “Jodie… are you sure dating this guy is a good idea?”

“What..because of the axe? It’s not that bad, it kinda smells nice after a while…”

“No because it’s…” Henry whispers “Scam Actually?” He sighs “I know he’s mellowed out a bit, but I mean…you know what? No. you’re a grown guy, you can make your own decisions, and most of his pranks didn’t actually put any of us in real danger…I’ll support you! So …… you need ideas on how to romance him? ….Does he eat?”

“He ate yesterday? I don’t think he needs to though….? I think he might have been serious about feeding on misery”

“Well there ya go! There’s a lot of that down in Heck now isn’t there? Why not treat him to a misery buffet? He’d probably love that kind of thing!”

“Yeah I think you’re right… but is that romantic enough?”

“Probably? If you’re looking to tell how he feels about you why don’t you ask? A little emotional honesty is good for a starting relationship!”

“Henry I can’t do that!” He wasn’t ready at all for that kind of talk.

“Okay well you know, some people find that hard and that’s okay! there’s another way to get at least an Idea of what’s in his heart, it’s like that song by Cher says ‘it’s in his kiss’! So when you get to that point, you’ll probably be able to feel his emotions by how passionate it is!”

Jodie turns a brighter red “Henry I’ve kissed him twice…”

“Is it insensitive if I ask how that went? I’m sorry if it is, I’m just super curious!”

“It … was the best kiss of my life… he left me breathless twice… I can’t tell what his emotions were through a kiss like that Henry, I barely kept control of myself” He rubs his face with both his hands “it’s embarrassing….”

“With… with Scam? I mean I guess I can see that?… he’s pretty charismatic? He’s not…not good looking? How did it happen?” Henry sounded hesitant to say the least

“During truth or dare…and then once after he confessed…”

“You willingly played truth or dare with him?! Jodie is that safe? You remember last time-“

“I know but it was… it was fun Henry, I actually had a pretty good time…he didn’t make me do anything I didn’t already want to… “

“You guys are probably a better match then I thought… I wouldn’t have been brave enough to play another game of it with him that’s for sure…”

“I’m glad I did it.”

“Look Jodie, I know we said it was going to be a week, but the plan failed and we could really use him back, he’s actually a pretty good asset in fights…”

“yeah… okay” Shit, he’d been banking on having him stay the week.

“We can do without him for today, it’ll probably be fine…so maybe if you sent him back tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah…thanks Henry… can you put Nicky on the phone?”

“Yeah sure buddy… sorry for, you know..”

“It’s fine, priorities, I get it…”

He felt guilty now for wanting to spend more time with Scam. He could hear the phone getting passed off.

“Hey dad.”

“How was it? Are you alright?”

“You worry too much… I’m fine! We had to take out two giants because Henry blew our cover and then Glenn and Ron got separated from us. We should have sent you Henry to watch, he’s so bad at lying.” He laughs.

“Yeah Henry is a pretty bad liar” he smiles but then realizes that the pretty bad liar knows what’s up with him and Scam so it’s only matter of time before everyone knows.

“How’s it going with Glenn?”

“Good actually…”

“I know it’s probably a bit difficult remembering two different-“

“Dad I’m fine. We’ve talked about this I’m not you.”

“Okay…but you know if you want a break-“

“I don’t want to go stay with mom. I want to help my friends.”

“Alright Nicky.”

“How was babysitting Scam?”

It was an innocent question but Jodie felt instantly embarrassed. “Pretty good actually, we had a fun time.”

“He’s kinda fun I guess. He hasn’t messed with you?” He laughs

“No, nothing too bad, he took off for a bit and had me looking through repeating rooms for an hour or so last night but that’s about the worst of it”

“Weird….hey uh It looks like Ron’s about to fill us in on last night so I gotta go… see you Dad.”

“Love you, stay safe.”

The phone clicks and Jodie puts it back down on his desk, he leans back in his chair and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Shit, there goes his week… and it didn’t sound like Nicky and Glenn were coming back any time soon either.

He felt so guilty for wishing Scam could just stay…At least they had today…

He leaves his office and heads down the hall to look for Scam.

———

Scam had admittedly taken some things for granted. One of them had been the (apparently inaccurate) freedom to roam Jodie’s castle. He’d decided to take a walk after Jodie said Goodnight to relax, and said walk had led him past some really interesting looking doors, Interesting enough that stopping infront of them got him chased out of the hallway by guards.

Which is exactly when he’d got it in his head that breaking and entering was probably a great way to blow off steam. Jodie had forbidden him from using magic with his dare and he wasn’t going to break the rules of a game so he’d have to do it the old fashioned way.

By the look of the absolutely massive golden doors this was probably the treasury, which meant it wasn’t going to be easy to get in and out unnoticed. This also meant it had the potential to be very very fun.

He waits around the corner taking inventory of what he had on hand. He couldn’t change himself or summon other items without magic so this was a rather serious test of skill for him. He’d have to thank Jodie for such a fun evening in the morning.

He hums to himself, pulling on some fingerless gloves, fashion was the first step in any plan after all. He laments the fact that he’d have to stay in his burnt suit for this but there was no getting around it without magic, his entire wardrobe was tied up in glamor magic so he was sure it would definitely count as a spell if he used it. He reaches into his pouch and tosses a vial of alchemical sleep gas around the corner at the guards, waiting for a moment for it to kick in.

Once he heard the telltale thump of both guards hitting the floor he rounds the corner and pulls out thieves tools, getting to work on the lock, popping it easily. Feeling emboldened by how easy this was so far, he decides to add a bit of flourish to his ‘just go in and out’ plan, maybe he’d just take a single thing and give it back to Jodie in the morning as a souvenir of his little caper. He hops over a few obvious traps and heads straight for a crown set on a pedestal in the center of the room. Perfection! He could just imagine the look on Jodie’s face when he drops his treasured crown into his lap, he’d have to be impressed! His grin widens and he grabs the crown.

Which didn’t feel like a crown at all. Instead the metal instantly liquified, fusing to the pedestal and trapping Scams hand between the two.

“Uh oh~ This isn’t a very good look~”, recognizing that he was effectively trapped there, he just poses for the drama of it. It took less than a few seconds for a dozen or so guards to find him like that.

It didn’t quite hit Scam how much trouble he was actually in until His magic did not work when dawn hit. Unable to just teleport out of the cell they’d put him in, panic starts to set in, though he’d never show it on the surface. The dungeon was probably packed to the brim with magic cancelling items. “Hey Mr. Guard?~ yoo hoo, I need a little help over here~ you see this bar is a little loose, and if I were to move it I could just slip out~ and you wouldn’t want that would you?”

He waits for the guard to get close and keeps him distracted with the ‘not actually loose’ iron bar while he uses his tail to carefully remove the keys from the guards belt. He needed to get out of here and fast.

“I should have expected something like this.” Jodie descends the stone steps opposite Scam’s cell and frowns, looking exhausted and hurt.

Scam tenses, dropping the keys. He needed to play this off, so he backs away from the guard and leans against the bars, he laughs, trying to look sexy and unaffected by his own predicament. “fancy meeting you here~ do you come here often?”

It wasn’t working. Jodie’s frown deepens “I thought you didn’t care about money”

“Oh not at all, it’s pointless for someone like me~” He grins and reaches through the bars reaching for Jodie’s hand “you know me so well~ I knew you wouldn’t misunder-“

“Then why did you try and rob me last night? They literally caught you red handed…” Jodie pulls his hand away.

“Well Actually, They literally caught me Gold handed! I only broke in to see if I could and , what do you know, I was able to get in without any magic at all! Out not so much~ if I had been a bit less eager to surprise you it would have been fine~ It was all just a game! ” he was starting to get nervous now… Jodie was supposed to understand…

Jodie’s expression wasn’t softening. “How much of it was a game?”

“If I told you it was just the teensy bit of B&E would you even believe me?~ I think you have some wrong ideas about what I’d joke about~ you wound me Jodie!” He clasps his hands over his chest “How can I prove to you that you can trust little old Me~?”

“You’re in a cell Scam. I think it’s pretty clear I can’t.” Jodie sighs and turns to a guard. “Let him go. He’s leaving anyway.”

Scam’s expression drops “I thought we had a date planned?”

“Look around you Scam. Really take it in and ask yourself why you think that would possibly still happen?”

“You wouldn’t have been mad if I had pulled it off~ you would have even found it charming!” He steps around the guard who unlocked his cell, moving towards Jodie.

“Maybe, but How am I supposed to trust that you’re even telling me the truth about your plan?” Jodie still frowns but his expression does soften a bit. He stops making eye contact, focusing on the far wall instead of Scam’s visibly disappointed face. “Look, just…go okay?…they’re done with being undercover…and the date is off…so there’s no reason for you to hang around.” He opens a portal for Scam.

“I see.” He doesn’t try to defend himself any further, he steps through the portal and heads back to the Daddies.

[victoria-daydreams]

Till Kingdom Come

Chapter Ten: The Black Belle of the West

AN: Welp, it’s 2021 and guess what? The world is still shitty, but hey, at least I feel slightly rejuvenated from my brief hiatus.

Word Count: 3.8k

Trigger Warnings: racism, dated language, period-era homophobia

Taglist: @nerds4life246​ @leahnicole1219​

Chapter Eleven: Green-eyed

Sabine's legs dangled from the wagon she sat on top of, her limbs swinging back and forth absentmindedly as she waited for everyone to finish their afternoon errands. Lowly, she read aloud the foreign words from the page of the book in front of her until a loud, metallic sound was slammed down next to her. Sabine flinched and almost lost her grip on the German language book that was comfortably resting in her hands. Her head whipped to the side to look at the offender who caused her such a fright, she was met with the sight of Bastien's face.

Well, the side of it at least.

"Christ Bastien!" she breathed. "You didn't have to slam that thing down so hard on the wagon," she informed, shaking her head.

There was no response. Matter of fact, Bastien hadn't spoken a word to her since last night after Hans had rode off from their home. It wasn't long after that Bastien would leave as well, riding furiously off into the night. Sabine implored him several times to tell her what was wrong and why was he so upset as he climbed onto his horse, but her pleas just fell on deaf ears. Hours would pass since Bastien's disappearance to who knows where, leaving Andy, Nicky, and Josef curious to know what transpired outside that made him leave in such a hurry.

And all eyes fell on her.

Words could not describe how awkward it was for Sabine to explain to her three friends the chain of events that led to the current set of circumstances. By the end of her narration, Andy's brow was raised, Nicky sipped from his cup to hide the small smile that threatened to break on his face, Josef grinned unashamed, and Sabine felt as though her ears were red hot. Time dragged on and on until they finally realized that Bastien would not be returning home anytime soon that night. They weren't really worried though, it's not like he could he die. He would find his way back home, eventually. But imagine their surprise as they rode into Graybrook this morning only to see the Frenchmen there as well.

Unsurprisingly, leaving the saloon.

"Good morning to you too," Sabine greeted dryly, watching him organize the goods he purchased. Once again, Bastien didn't his open mouth to speak, he was clearly determined to disregard her presence. "Is this what we're doing now?" she asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question.

Bastien eyes were down focused on his current task, his handsome features tainted with a dark mixture of misery and resentment. Sabine could see the fine beads of sweat gathered on his brow caught in the bright sunlight like crystals on his skin. The more he moved next to her, the more she was exposed to a strange scent that emanated from him. It smelled almost...sweet. Another whiff of the scent wafted in Sabine's direction causing a slight frown to form on her face. Leaning closer to him, Sabine sniffed his shirt, the fragrance clinging to the fabric.

The perfume was so strong that it made her slightly lightheaded.

"You smell like a brothel," Sabine commented, not meaning to sound as snippy as she did. "Had a late night at a house of ill repute?" she questioned, lifting her eyebrow.

Sabine in all her short years as an immortal, had avoided brothels, unless it was absolutely necessary. Make no mistake, she had nothing against the prostitutes that worked in them, because everyone has to make a living somehow, right? She just usually left those little escapades to Bastien and Andy while Nicky, Josef, and herself liked to unwind in saloons. In the past, Sabine was rather indifferent about Bastien's trips to such houses since...everyone needs to find a release somewhere. But never in a thousand years did she think she would find herself in this position.

Welling jealousy boiled inside of Sabine, she could hardly stand it.

"Why do you care?" Bastien snapped, finally looking over at her. "Don't you have your German suitor to worry about?" he asked mockingly.

Sabine snapped her book shut with one hand, "No, he left for Texas," she replied, her tone clipped.

"And so another lover of yours leaves," he mused, stacking another medium sized tin on top of the other. "I wouldn't worry too much if I were you," he continued. "You'll find another man to entertain you. You always do," he added, a sneer on his face.

"Excuse me?"

Bastien rubbed his hands together knocking the dust off them, "Maybe next time, you'll stumble across a Dutch man," he suggested, with a sardonic chuckle.

A frown formed onto Sabine's face, "I'm sorry, are you still a bit drunk?" she questioned, feeling her temper rise higher from Bastien contemptuous attitude towards her.

"It's like what Joe said right?" he reminded, hooking his thumbs in his suspenders. "You just have the ability to enamor European men," he went on. "Like how flies are attracted to honey," he ridiculed.

Sabine tossed her book down next to her, "So this is what's got you in a such a foul mood," she stated, letting out a breathy chuckle. "You're upset that Hans kissed me," she remarked, and Bastien's eyes narrowed. "No, 'upset' is not the right word. You're jealous Bastien," she corrected, pointing her finger at him.

"No more jealous than you were at the realization that I slept with a prostitute," he retorted.

Bastien's observation had caught Sabine off guard and stunned her into a momentary silence, unconsciously she leaned away from him. Had she been that obvious earlier? Regaining her composure, Sabine pushed herself off the wagon bed and hopped onto the ground, pulling herself to her full height.

"What would I have to be jealous of Bastien?" Sabine questioned, staring up at the man in front of her. "It's not like anything has happened between the two of us, right? she asked again, Bastien's Adam's apple bobbed and clenched his hand into a fist by his side.

"You know that's a lie," he gritted out.

"Is it?" Sabine countered, both of her brows raised. "The river? Your bedroom? It might as well not had happened since we never discussed it afterwards," she pointed out, folding her arms together.

He scoffed, "And your solution to that was to dally with Hans?" Bastien asked incredulously.

"I don't see why I shouldn't have," she responded, with a small shrug. "At least I knew what he wanted from me," she retorted. “He didn’t leave me in limbo,” she added spitefully, before walking off purposefully bumping into Bastien’s shoulder in the process.

Sabine didn’t know where she was going, she just knew that she needed to be far away from Bastien.

“Men,” she thought.

Stepping onto the platform of the saloon, she leaned against one of the beams supporting the roof of the porch, observing the passers-by that traveled through the town to take her mind off Bastien. A heavy set mustachioed Mexican entered in the general store, Chinese railroad workers passed through probably on their way to their job,

Sabine could see Sheriff Lane standing on the porch of his office, eying the new arrivals in town with suspicion, his hands resting on top of the guns in their holster. He was waiting for them to make the slightest wrong move so he would have a reason to toss them in a cell. Her attention shifted downwards when a little girl walked up to where she was and stood in front of her.

The girl stared up at her with big eyes, "Excuse me, Miss. But why are you dressed like a boy?" she asked innocently, with a strong southern drawl.

Sabine guessed that the girl couldn't be any older than seven.

"Well, I like to wear things that are comfortable," she explained simply, with a shrug. "Trust me, in a couple of years, you'll know why I'm not fond of corsets or whatever the latest fashion has in store for you," she responded.

The girl opened her mouth to respond, but she was cut off as her mother stormed over, grabbing her by the arm.

"Amy! How dare you disappear like that?!" she snapped, at her frightened daughter.

"It's all right, Miss. She was just asking me a question," Sabine interjected, trying to diffuse the situation.

Apparently, the woman hadn't even noticed her before Sabine spoke. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her eye sockets, as she seized her up. The woman looked at her with a look of disgust, as if Sabine's very existence was offensive to the woman. Which, it probably was in her mind since Sabine was black.

"Let's go!" The mother of the child ordered, making it clear that there was no room for any argument.

Hurriedly, she dragged her daughter away from her, "Bitch," Sabine muttered underneath her breath.

Just as Sabine was about to turn her attention elsewhere, Josef's figure emerged from behind a passing traveler. He strolled over to her with a grin on his face, joining her on the porch.

"Okay, what happened between you two?" he asked, briefly glancing towards Bastien who was tending to his horse. "Because he won't tell me anything,"

"Nothing," Sabine replied, now inspecting her nails.

"Bullshit," Josef retorted. "What happened between you and Book?" he asked, repeating himself.

"Nothing happened, I can assure you that Josef," her tone did not waver, it sounded slightly forced, but nonetheless she still sounded calm.

"Ah, yes! I guess that would explain Booker's moodiness and your snappiness," he replied sarcastically, and Sabine just cut her eyes in his direction. "Hey!" he exclaimed slightly, lifting his arms up in surrender. "I'm just reporting what I'm seeing," he reasoned. "Whatever transpired today, I think the both of you should just come clean with each other," he suggested simply, crossing his arms.

"Come clean?"

"Yes," Josef answered, nodding his head. "It's rather obvious that Booker is jealous that your German beau kissed you," he commented, turning his body to face her. "Anyone with half a brain can see that,” he joked, laughing a little.

Sabine stole a glance at the Frenchman, “You just have it all figured out don’t you?” she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, I do,” Josef answered proudly. “You yourself won't admit that you have feelings for Booker," he pointed out. Sabine opened her to speak, but found herself silenced by the mere arch of Josef's brow. "Do you deny my brilliant skills of observations?" he questioned, a knowing smirk on his lips.

A deep sigh parted Sabine’s lips and she turned her head to look at Josef.

"No,"

~~~x~~~

The air smelled sweet and savory, the winds were warm and pleasant and the singing of many filled the air as the Juneteenth festivities filled the evening sky. The sun had begun its descent behind the trees, making way for night to come. But the setting sun and eventual darkness didn't bother anyone for lanterns had already been lit for the night.

John wrote a letter and he laid it on the table No one can read'em like old John Read 'em let me go

In the center of Hickory a large circle had been formed by the residents, dancing and singing along to the old ring shout. Arm in arm, Sabine swung around with Bonnie, the two of them grinning happily as they recited the lyrics.

Now it's one by one And a two by two And a three by three And a four by four No one can read 'em like old John Read 'em let me go

They unlinked their arms and joined in on the rhythmic clapping that had begun, still circling each other.

Now John wrote a letter and he laid it on the table No one can read'em like old John Read 'em let me go

Now read 'em John (Read 'em) Read 'em John (Read 'em) Read 'em John (Read 'em) Read 'em let me go

As the last note of the song rang out cheers followed afterwards as well as plenty of applause. Bonnie hooked Sabine's arm with hers and led her away from the dancing, an absolute giddy expression on her face.

"Oh isn't this grand!" she exclaimed, smiling at Sabine.

"It certainly is Bonnie," Sabine answered, letting herself be guided to where the barrels of cider were.

The two young women were handed two tankards of the beverage and decided to rest by them, watching the party-goers as they drank. Sabine briefly listened to the embers of the bonfire pop and crackle to ash, the light ambiance of the lush woods surrounding the community. The sound was quickly drowned out by the band starting up another lively song amidst laughter and the clanking of tankards.

"Where are you're friends?" Bonnie asked curiously, straining her neck to find them in the crowd.

"I'm sure they're around here somewhere," Sabine responded, before sipping from her tankard. "Anne might of hit the sack already, she's been tired all day," she reckoned.

"What about Samuel?" she asked again, wiggling her eyebrows.

Sabine leaned away from her slightly, "Why are you doing that with your eyebrows?" Sabine questioned, scrunching her nose up.

"Come on Corinna!" Bonnie said, playfully exasperated. "Even a blind man could see that Samuel fancies you," she joked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Sabine rolled her eyes and shook her head before bringing her cup to her lips, first Josef and now Bonnie.

“Remember when you ordered a dress awhile back?” Bonnie recalled, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Samuel couldn’t keep his eyes off of you,” she remembered, giggling like a school.

“Oh, that was nothing,” she dismissed, waving her hand.

Sabine thought back to that day, when her package arrived she didn’t any intentions on trying it on immediately, but Bonnie had other plans and basically pushed her inside her own home to put the dress on. When Sabine stepped back outside, Bonnie was still there, but speaking with a newcomer. It was Bastien, reins in hand after just returning from a ride. And once he noticed Sabine’s presence, the sentence he was going to say to Bonnie died on his lips.

“Nothing?” Bonnie repeated in disbelief. “He was practically slack jawed,” she reminded, sticking her hand out.

For the rest of that day, it seemed as though every time Bastien spoke or even looked at her he a light dusting of pink would appear on his face or stumble over his words.

Sabine looked at the girl next to her, "Has your parents told you that no one likes a busybody?" she wondered, cocking her head slightly.

"Yes, but I just don't heed their word," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

“Figures,”

“Hey, all I’m getting at is that it must be nice to have someone fancy you,” Bonnie remarked, lifting her arms up.

“Listen, we are done discussing my love life, alright?”

“Fine,” Bonnie huffed dramatically. "Back to the rest of your friends I guess,” she decided. “Those two other men, God, what are their names?" she asked, continuing her busybodying. "The lanky white man and the light skinned man," she described.

"Nathaniel and Joshua," Sabine said, supplying the names for her. "How much have you had to drink?" she joked, arching a curious brow.

"Not much!" Bonnie replied defensively. "Their names escaped me for a moment that's all," she explained. "Anyways, you never see one without the other, it's like they're joined to each other's side," she observed, her nose crinkling a little.

"Your point Bonnie,"

"I'm just saying that it's unnatural for two men to be that close," Bonnie clarified, shaking her shoulders in a faux shiver. "I wonder if they're inverts? Do you know?" she inquired, staring at Sabine. "Because that is abnormal, not to mention a sin," she stressed, making a disgusted noise.

Faintly, Sabine narrowed her eyes, "So is drinking alcohol and yet here you are," she retorted, plucking the tankard from the young girl's hand.

"Hey!"

"You have committed sinful behavior Bonnie," Sabine proclaimed. "I think you need to take a long, hard look in the mirror and think about what you've done," she lectured, shaking her head in disappointment.

"You're not serious?"

"Very," Sabine answered, smiling at her. "Go on Miss Holier Than Thou, it's time to think of all the sins you committed today," she demanded.

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie walked away from her with her arms folded, probably off to find kids within her age to engage in even more gossip. Just as Sabine placed down their tankards on top of a barrel, the slow beating of drum sounded followed by the slow draw of a fiddle.

"May I have this dance Miss?"

Sabine spun around to find the owner of the voice and stared up at a young man around her age.

"I would love to," she agreed, a small smile gracing her features.

The man gently grabbed Sabine's and led her back to the dance floor just castanets clacked in the air following the rhythm of the fiddle and drum. Her dance partner began to circle around her, trailing a hand along her shoulder before coming to stand in front of her. Taking the man's hand, the two of them began their dance. With each step they took his hand inched further and further down her back until it rested on the small of it.

Suddenly, Sabine felt herself being spun around and brought closer to his body, their bodies molding together with every step they took. She looked over the man's shoulder, spotting Bastien who looked positively livid. Sabine felt a chill run down her spine, slightly uncomfortable under the intensity of his stare.

Josef was next to him whispering god knows what, but whatever it was, Bastien's grip on his flask grew tighter as his other hand formed itself into a tight fist, to the point that his knuckles were white. A look of murderous rage was painted across his face directed at her dance partner. Not paying attention, the man brought her closer to him once more and Sabine accidentally stepped on his foot.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Sabine apologized, her cheeks growing warm.

The man just laughed, "It's alright, the world's not gonna end over a toe being stepped on," he reassured, as he wound his arm around her waist.

Sabine let out a soft laugh, "You're right," she concured, following his actions and resumed their dancing.

The drummer kept the rhythm of the song going as the fiddler drew their bow across the strings of the instrument, the melody evoking tantalizing emotions. As the two of them slowly circled each other, Sabine began to wonder how far she could take Bastien's jealousy. It was clear that Josef was egging him on. She glanced over in the direction of the two men finding that Bastien's eyes already boring into her.

The man brought her close to him once more, tightening his hold on her and lowered his mouth to her ear, murmuring into it. What the man said, Sabine didn't have the faintest idea. She was too busy maintaining her gaze with Bastien, but she let a sly smirk grow on her face, hoping that he would misconstrue the action.

Sabine's dance partner took her hand and spun her around, making her dissolve into a fit of giggles. Suddenly, Sabine felt herself being pulled away from her partner and dragged away.

"Sorry, I think my friend has had too much to drink," a gruff voice stated.

It was Bastien's.

His strides were long and didn't give Sabine anytime to apologize to her dance partner who was probably reasonably upset and slightly bewildered at what just happened. Tripping over her feet a few times, she managed to keep up with Bastien's pace and began yanking her arm from his grip.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she snapped, still being led away from the crowd. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked again, finally freeing her arm as they came to a stop at their home. "You can't just drag me awa-"

Before Sabine could realize what he was doing, Bastien had pulled her into his arms. Her lips parting in surprise and his mouth covered hers. Sabine was sure that she would die of shock at that moment. Her eyes were wide open and her body was stiff like it was made out of stone, but she didn't think Bastien noticed. He kept kissing her and slowly, very slowly, Sabine found herself relaxing into it.

His kiss was intoxicating.

Sabine knew if she hadn't been holding onto his arms she would melted into a puddle. How long this sweet kiss lasted, she couldn't say. It could have lasted five seconds, for five minutes, or even maybe five hours. Sabine had lost all track of time. But when their lips did detach from each other, Bastien hair was disheveled and her top was slightly askew. In the back of her mind, Sabine began to wonder how her arms ended up looped around his neck. Bastien's cheeks were flushed red, both of them a little breathless as they stared each other intently.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice raspy with the same searing desire which had engulfed her.

A small smirk worked it's way on Sabine's lips, "That, and then some," she answered, still trying to catch her breath.

Letting out a half chuckle, Bastien gripped her waist and guided her backwards until she was pinned against the side of the house. He lowered his head once more, locking their lips in another heated kiss. The taste of bourbon lingering on his tongue. Sabine's fingers tangled themselves in his blond locks, while one of his hands traveled from her waist to grasping the flesh of her backside making her gasp. Moving from her lips, Bastien dropped his head down to her neck and pressed a kiss against it. His mouth trailing up and down her neck was going to be the undoing of her, not to mention his facial hair tickling her which added another level to her already heightened sensitivity.

Bastien rocked his hips against hers and Sabine released a breathy exhale, tugging on his hair.

"Wait, wait, wait," she breathed heavily, immediately he lifted his head from her neck.

"Have I done something wrong?"

"No, well, yes," Sabine answered, staring into his darkened pupils. "As pleasurable as this position is, I think the both of us would enjoy this moment more, behind closed doors," she explained, running a finger down his lips. "I would hate for us to be caught in such a compromising position," she added, in a suggestive tone and before she knew it, Sabine felt herself being lifted from the ground as if she weighed nothing.

With ease Bastien carried her to the front door, "Well, we wouldn't want that would we?" he questioned, a roguish smile on his face as Sabine wrapped her legs around him.

"No we wouldn't,"

Chapter Twelve: A Macabre Rite of Passage

[randomingoftherandomness]

I love all your fics! If your open for prompts again can you do Nile being annoyed at jealous Joe/Nicky who just found out not only has Nile been texting Booker, but that Booker has a boyfriend. In her eyes they just abandoned him for 100 years without therapy, they don’t get to decide he also isn’t allowed to get laid.

"I really don't see why it's your problem."

Andy's curiosity is sparked by the coolness in Nile's tone. Looking up from the picture spread of their latest gig, she spies the way Nile widens her stance defensively, shoulders rolling as if gearing up for a fight.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Especially when considering her 'opponents' were Joe and Nicky.

Said men stand with their arms crossed, mirrored looks of simultaneous consternation and stubbornness that Andy has only ever seen surface when it comes to Booker.

Ah. The realisation hits her and she has to bite the inside of her cheek. It was an open secret that their youngest members were in happy and constant contact. Yes, there had been the rule but Nile had proved very adept at malicious compliance and as such had been the one to drop in to check in on Booker, which had grown into a text message exchange that she - and to a very ill-disguised extent, Joe and Nicky - tried very hard not to peek in to.

"It's Booker. It is our business." Nicky purses his lips. "He's our--"

"Ex. He's your ex," Nile interjects with a narrowing of her eyes. "At least for the next couple of decades until the century is up, he is your ex. The guy you decided that, hey, instead of talking shit through like normal people do, why don't we exile him and tell him he can't call us!"

Nile snaps her mouth shut, teeth clacking with the effort, slaps her hand over her eyes, visibly vibrating with the urge to stay calm. Her phone buzzes and she eyes up the screen. Pocketing it, she crosses her arms, leaning back against the arm of a nearby sofa.

"He's happy," She says softly and Andy can see the way Joe and Nicky's stubborn veneer cracks under the sight of her pleading gaze. "He likes this one. Don't ruin it for him."

"But we love him, too."

"It's not enough for you, isn't it?" Nile sighs. She turns briefly to Andy before ducking her head. "You love him, that's true. He knows that's true. But he knows that until you both know what you want from him, what shape you want him to take in your life, he can't love you both the way you need him to."

Joe takes a step towards her, eyes warm and wet in the slow evening light. "Did you know," He chuckles, sniffling wetly. "He is the first person we ever let into our lives in that way? We thought we were enough for him but I guess we didn't know him at all."

Nile shakes her head, surging forward to wrap Joe up in a tight hug. "He still loves you. But a hundred years is a long time even for us. He just wants to be happy."

"Do you think he could be happy with us again?" Nicky asks gently.

"If you love him as much as you say you do, he already is."

Andy settles down in her chair, turning her eyes back to the photos. No need to interrupt this gentle moment between her family. And, most certainly, no need to divulge that she is taking the first train out to Booker to decide for herself if his beau is worthy of him.

[mistyeyedbi-archive]

End Of Year Faves 2020

Tagged by the legendary @kiki-the-creator! I’m pretty late so whoever sees this can go ahead! Tag me back if you decide to join so I can check out your stuff!

Rules:

It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

I don’t think I have eight things to present lol. This year hasn’t been my best from a creative point of view, but I guess something is better than nothing. I’ll just put whatever I’m proudest of (including things I haven’t posted)

1. Compromised (LITG)

“Iona seems pretty blunt and out there. You can’t not notice her, you know? Rejecting six proposals though? She’s probably hard to tie down. If those were all from the same person, I extend my lashes to you babes.” Kioni paused and smirked before adding, “I can see why it’s hard to resist getting on your knees for her.”

I mean, of course! It’s the first fic I’ve posted in years that wasn’t a oneshot. I had a lot of fun coming up with Kioni and the plot; I love it too much to bail on it completely. Maybe if I stopped myself from rewriting it so much it would be updated fast. Nicky x Kioni

2. Drive and Disconnect (LITG)

“We only have a few hours before we're kicked out anyway. I know the reunion was a shitshow, but we can’t stay in our hotel rooms forever.”

Kioni rose from the edge of her bed and picked up her journal, leaving her phone on the bed. She flicked through the pages before stopping on an entry detailing a getaway she planned a year ago. This was perfect! She wasn't planning on having company on the road but spending more time with Nicky and dodging shady photographers sounded much more interesting.

Kioni and Nicky on a roadtrip! This was fun too! I made a playlist and a moodboard and everything. I haven’t gone far with this one either but hey, maybe one day. Nicky x Kioni

3. Yes, I’m Changing (LITG)

A warm hand lands on her bare shoulder. She jolts before sighing at the dark brown eyes gazing at her. “Do you get off on startling me, Nicky?” asks Kioni.

He smiles softly and draws slow circles into her skin, “I called you three times. Are you okay?”

Her heart flutters. He was always so caring, always looking out for her. And he already knew so much about her, even before the unintentional confessions they made a few minutes ago. She couldn’t lie around him if she tried, and boy has she tried. The sides of her lips curl upwards despite herself, “I’m just lost in thought, I guess.”

Ah, yes, my first contribution to the litg fandom. It’s cute! Nicky x Kioni

4. It’s 3 In The Morning (LITG)

"Where are you going?" she said, mumbling into the pillow.

"I uh," Kioni's eyes darted towards the door. She was going to be gone for a while, so the bathroom wouldn't be a valid excuse. She sighed and smiled sheepishly ."I'm gonna look for the guitar."

AJ used her free hand to fumble with her phone after reaching for it blindly on the nightstand beside her. She squinted at the light and groaned. "Kioni, it's three in the morning."

A self indulgent fic that kept me up at night! AJ x Kioni

5. Are You High? You!? (LITG)

Surely she wouldn't mind if she ate one. She popped one in her mouth and smiled. Then grimaced. It tastes weird.

Another self indulgent fic! Lottie x Hannah

6. It’s On My To-Do List (LITG)

After being on Love Island she had become accustomed to being around unnaturally gorgeous people, she had to. There's no way she could survive if she was a nervous wreck every time someone looked her in the eye. Something about Priya was different and she couldn't stand not knowing what it was. Maybe that's why she was so enamored by her…

She gasped when Priya's eyes met hers. Goosebumps raised on her skin. Kioni snapped her head towards Noah, grasping her drink more firmly.

"Oh shit, she caught me staring."

A prompt for yours truly. Priya x Kioni

7. Detective Moodboards (TWC)

Zuri Jackson

Lucille Le Beau

I finally caved and made twc ocs! I adore them and I spend way too much time thinking about them. Eventually I’ll muster up the guts to write some fics with them.

8. Venomous Tongue (TWC)

“Oh, Rebecca,” she sighed in a sickly sweet voice. “You don’t seem to understand.”

She raised her hand and planted it on her shoulder in faux comfort. Muscles tensed beneath a grey blazer. Her smile widened by a fraction. Today, Zuri embraced her burning skin. She embraced her polluting touch.

“As far as I’m concerned, I’ve already lost both my parents.”

Some mother/daughter angst for my detective, Zuri Jackson. This hurt to write but I love it. I haven’t posted it because it’s not something that actually happens, and it would be a WILD introduction to her character like SHIIIT.

[musicallisto]

HEY Clara !

LIFE STORY:

Opening Credits: Rihanna - Love On The Brain // "I'm fistfighting with fire just to get close to you"

Waking Up: Emmanuel Moire - Beau Malheur // "il m'a fallu la peur pour être rassuré, j'ai connu la douleur avant d'être consolé"

First Day At School: 5 Seconds of Summer - Daylight // "and it's the road that leads to nowhere, but all I wanna do is go there"

Falling In Love: Flo Rida ft. Kesha - Right Round // "you spin my head right round right round"

Fight Song: Fall Out Boy - Twin's Skeletons (Hotel in NYC) // "there's a room in a hotel in new york city that shares our fate and deserves our pity"

Breaking Up: 5 Seconds of Summer - She Looks So Perfect // "let's get out, cause this deadbeat town's only there just to keep us down"

Life’s OK: The Pretty Reckless - Sweet Things // "I don't mind decay, you are the knight that saves my day"

Getting Back Together: Ed Sheeran - I See Fire // "o misty eye of the mountain below, keep careful watch of my brothers' souls"

Wedding: will.i.am - Big and Chunky // "I like them ram with something something"

Birth of Child: Lartiste ft. Caroliina - Mafiosa // "c'est mon p'tit bout de femme, nous deux c'est un long-métrage"

Final Battle: BTS - Lost // "I lost my way"

Death Scene: Måneskin - Coraline // "non è per tutti andare avante con el cuore che è diviso in due metà" ("you can't keep going on with a heart that's divided in two halves")

Funeral Song: Quietdrive - Jessica // "so let's just stop and rewind before I lose my mind"

End Credits: Jessie J ft. Ariana Grande & Nicki Minaj - bang bang // "see anybody could be bad to you, you need a good girl to blow your mind"

[younghostilenotstupid]

My Brother In Plaid Pajamas On Christmas Eve

7:23 AM. The bus would be pulling around our stop in seven minutes. I held the empty prescription bottle in my hand, turning it over and over again. The label was ripped off in usual fashion, the true owner’s identity gone. I had found these too many times, between car seats and in coat pockets. This time under our bathroom sink. What was I going to do with this one? Wake my mom and dismantle her day yet again before it were even 7:30? No, I couldn’t do that to her again. Plus, she had a long day full of travelling into the city for work. I unzipped my backpack and kept the bottle hidden for when the truth presented itself. It always did.

Saying a prayer, I headed for the bus stop.

Later that night, I sit in the Wawa parking lot with Lemon. We had called her that since the sixth grade, replacing her first name Nicole. Rarely did anybody refer to her as Nicole anymore. And when they did, you knew they were serious or it was her mother speaking. The nickname could have come from her round head and fuzzy yellow-blonde hair, but it was simply her last name. A cool last name at that. So Lemon stuck. I was just finishing up the last potato chip of my bag when she knocked me on the shoulder.

“Dude, look! It’s Jason.”

Sure enough, out of the driver’s window stood an old friend of ours. I had grown up with the kid, we played hockey with him in the street. My mom was his sponsor in AA. His brother had been in my homeroom for seven years. It was a small town, a small world at that, and a small Wawa. We were bound to see somebody, but I was always slightly annoyed when we did. He motioned for Lemon to roll down the window.

“WHAT’S UP GUYS!?” he pressed in old and loud Jason fashion. “Haven’t seen you two kids in awhile!!”

We were only a few years younger than him of course, but I smiled and rolled my eyes at the kids part. Although he had always been sort of a loudmouth, he was harmless. And he was a friend of my brother’s. Anybody who was a friend of my brother’s was a friend of mine, and these friends often looked out for me. My brother had protected me like a cub since I was born, and his friends adopted this fashion as I entered high school. They knew I was insecure and vulnerable with my brother leaving for college. So they naturally adopted me as their own, and suddenly I had ten new big brothers. And they were seniors. I always loved my brother for how he raised me, but also what he left me with when he did go on to grow up. People, to make sure I was safe and accounted for. I once thought he could never leave me alone.

“What’s up, Jay-gay?” I cracked at him, smiling.

“How’s your mom, El?” he asked innocently. It was always the first thing people asked when they saw me. People loved my mother. “I haven’t seen her much since you guys moved.”

I went on to tell him she was good, we were good and loving our new house only fifteen minutes away from Phoenixville. My mom had wanted to sell our old house, too many bad memories, and move somewhere new - but I wouldn’t let her go farther than twenty miles from my friends and home. She knew there was no compromise.

“Aw hey El by the way…and I don’t mean to get like, intrusive or I don’t want to start anything but…it’s just that Beau has this weird new Venmo account? And I don’t know, I just know Nicky would use Venmo to get money before, you know to buy pills, and maybe if you needed to look into it…”

Something caught my throat and I twitched. I felt Lemon’s eyes on me like lasers. Fuck. Under the middle compartment, she grabbed my hand and held it.

“Thanks Jay,” I said casually. “I’ll look into it.”

“Cool, I mean it’s not like I’m trying to intrude on your family and, and I’m sorry if it seems that way…because I’m really not, I just know how it is and Nicky…”

“Jason.” I said firmly. “I know. I’ll look into it. And I appreciate it.”

Like a true friend, Lemon farewelled us to Jason, rolled up her window, and put the car in reverse before he could utter another word.

Later that night upstairs, I sit alone on my bed, turning the prescription bottle over in my hand. And thinking about Venmo. And bloodshot eyes. Missing checks. Lies, car crashes, falling asleep at the dinner table. I think of it all and I begin to cry. And then I sob. And then I take the empty bottle and full force chuck it against the wall, screaming. I’m screaming, I’m crying, I’m punching my wall and trying to break my hands but nobody can hear me; nobody’s home. And that’s why I do it.

A loud and angry knock awakes me from a deep slumber. I creep to the window and see a huge, unfamiliar truck in our driveway. At least it’s not flashing red and blue lights.

Downstairs I find a large man in the doorway, shaking his fist angrily in my mom’s face. His beard is peppered with gray spots and he looks like he needs a good bath. My mom is an angel in her white bathrobe, bed headed and squinty eyed.

“He’s not here…I don’t know where his car is…The Honda in the garage is mine…” she stutters out, obviously tired and confused.

“Well then that’s the one I’m taking!”

I watch this all from the stairs.

“Like hell you are!” My mom moves so the entryway is blocked, the man cannot get through or even see past our foyer. He gets scarily close to her face.

I jump down from the fourth step I’m on and jam myself in between the two. “Excuse me sir,” I try to say as calmly as I can. “I think we would all feel more comfortable with some space.” I give my mom a small push back into the foyer, and the man takes a step back into the cold. I take a deep breathe. “My brother is not here with the car. Hell, we don’t know where he is. But you legally cannot repossess a car that’s been paid for. And what are you doing, showing up here at 2 am anyway? You’ve given us all a heart attack.” The man stares at me blankly. “Here is my father’s address, try there.” I write out the address on my phone. “But please sir, for the love of my mother and I, please do not come back here again. The kid doesn’t live here. We’re frightened half to death and will call the cops.”

The man took a step back and eyed my mother and I up and down, up and down.

“That’s what happens when you raise rich spoiled god damn kids.” He spits on the floor of our foyer, right above our toes. “Ain’t no rich kid knows how to pay for somethin’ on his own.”

And with that, the man left.

The next morning, I sat at the breakfast table eating mini wheats and drinking orange juice. My dad was always getting on me to drink more OJ, because I was constantly sick or with a snuffly nose. I sort of hated pulp but I thought anything small I could do to make my parent’s lives easier was a minor sacrifice. My brother appeared like a ghost, startling me. Milk dribbled down my chin.

“What’s up?” I offered, looking up at him.

My brother has stages, phases, facades. I knew this one. His unkempt beard took over his handsome face, he wore a baseball cap almost covering his low eyes. He was the light of my life, and I could feel his dimness more than anybody else.

I would later find that even the most loving and forgiving people can be pushed to their limits.

[generalfanfics]

16 years later...

Sherlock was still an investigator and working with Lestrade, but he wasn’t working as much. John died a few years in, and he promised to help Molly raise Rosamund. They’d done so well, but Sherlock was a bit overprotective until Rosie reached teen years.

“Sherlock, dear. Rosie wants to eat early, can you take care of it? I have to go out with a few old friends from the morgue and lab.” Molly said as she dug through her purse.

“Of course, darling.” Sherlock said as he approached her. It was surprising how he finally became intimate with her shortly after John and Mary before that, had passed on. John had immediately told them before his death over the phone that they were to “Properly raise my baby right or I will haunt you to death. That means getting married and properly adopting her as Mr. and Mrs. Sherlock Holmes or so help me.” Sherlock nodded with a choked out giggle and tears in both their eyes before they heard a bang sound and he was gone in that moment. They hung up as the line went dead and Sherlock cried hard as his best friend was gone. Then Molly touched his shoulder tenderly.

“It’s okay, he was my friend too and we’ll get through this together.” Molly cooed, trying to be brave for both her longtime crush and the sleeping baby in the next room. Sherlock briefly stopped crying and looked into Molly’s kind eyes, then realized for the first time how much he’d been hiding some sort of feelings for her. He then pulled her in to kiss her and she smiled. A few months later, they married and legally adopted Rosie, per John’s request which was pulled from John’s phone when they found the place he was killed in. Sherlock then pulled back from his flashback and helped his wife finish preparing for her big night out since she took care of Rosie for John after Mary’s death.

“There we go, darling. Go have your girl’s night out. Speaking of which, why does Rosie want to eat early?” Sherlock asked.

“She says she’s got a date. I meant to tell you sooner, but then I found out about the baby and you know how good you are with finding things out, so I figured I should let it ride and let you meet him yourself. I met him through Facetime while Rosie was in her room and doing it with him and he seems nice but he’s picking her up tonight and I need a second opinion.” Molly said.

“Leave it to me.” Sherlock said as he kissed Molly and the baby bump she carried. “Bye-bye, Mum and baby or babies.” Sherlock then sent Molly off on her way. Meanwhile, Rosie had a 50′s style outfit on and was brushing her hair.

“Hey, Dad. Did Mum tell you about my date. He’ll be here around 7 or 8, so we might want to eat between 6:30 or...” Rosie stopped what she was doing and turned to see her father was gawking at her. “What?”

“Oh, sorry. I was just remembering when you were just born and your birth parents baptized you and your mother and I held you as they poured the holy water over your head.” Sherlock started, Rosie already knowing from when she was 12 how she had become an orphan at the beginning of her life.

“Your mother did tell me about your date. I just thought I’d give you some essentials in case it ends badly and for in case it ends well.” Sherlock then handed her a whistle, some brass knuckles, a baton, pepper spray and a taser. “All in case it ends badly. I also have Uncle Mycroft on speed dial and I hear your aunt Harriet has started drinking again and if you EVER need her, we contacted via email after your father’s funeral.” Sherlock said.

“Thanks, Dad.” Rosie said as she put the stuff either around her neck (the whistle) or in her purse (the pepper spray, brass knuckles, baton and taser). “You can also send me Uncle Mycroft’s phone number on text as well as Aunt Harriet’s email.” Rosie then put her cell phone also in her purse and she finished brushing her hair.

“You look beautiful tonight, dear.” Sherlock said as he followed Rosie into the living room.

“Thanks, Dad.” Rosie said as she put on her cardigan and a vintage varsity jacket. Just then, her date showed up as the door bell rang. “Hi, Nicky.” Rosie said as she let him in.

“Hi, Rosamund. You look great.” Nicky, her date said as he went in to kiss her cheek. Sherlock almost cleared his throat, but was relieved when it was just a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, this is my dad.”

“Oh yes, Sherlock Holmes. I read your late father’s blog about him after I had to do a blog about famous detectives for school.” Nicky said as he reached out to shake Sherlock’s hand.

“Dad this is Nicky. He’s-” Rosamund started when Sherlock finished the sentence with a bit of shock to Rosie’s face, let alone Nicky’s.

“A boy who was hoping to shag you tonight. Clearly judging from the tin of mints and packet of condoms in his pocket. I mean it’s Rosie’s business if you and she want to do it, she’s just about eligible to consent but I could see that was your plan. NEXT!” Sherlock couldn’t help reading his daughter’s beau, he was just so easy to do so. Rosie just stood there as he then finished shaking the poor guy’s hand and apologized if he made him wet himself at what he just accused him of.

“Okay, so we’ll be heading off.” Rosamund said as she pulled her boyfriend away from Sherlock.

“Be home around 11. Just because I read him doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to experiment.” Sherlock said and Rosamund turned red out of both awe and embarrassment and quickly thanked her father before quickly running to Nicky’s car. Sherlock saw them drive off and then texted Molly.

“Met Rosie’s boyfriend. Seems really nice. Might be a while before she lets him into the house though.”

For @achillia0

[leonbastralle]

Yet Another Ginormous Reply Post

I’m gonna have to start nicknaming them Reapers, cause that’s exactly how ginormous they are these days xD (yes I’ve been playing too much ME)

elvensimming replied to your photoset “Ellie got a job at the theater, so she thought it was time to reward...”

And she is wearing my favorite Sims 3 earrings. <3

Ellie is a cat lady for life ♥

elvensimming replied to your photoset “Ellie got a job at the theater, so she thought it was time to reward...”

She is so cute!

thank you! I mean she’s basically a Button clone, so I can take credit for that ;)

elvensimming replied to your photoset

It is very weird to fish in a pool, since you would not think that there would be fish in it.

There aren’t, but, you know...kids and their imagination xD I think it’s an amazing little detail that it’s a kids only activity!

pxelface replied to your photoset “A: So you said you…went to the future, right? Not going to lie, this...”

Look at Aero being all sciency

Yesss he just seemed the type to me! Even though Button’s a scientist as well and the game put both him and Sadie in the music career...

pxelface replied to your photoset “C: So you’re saying Button should go back there and try to figure out...”

MY CHILDREN

YOUR CHILDREN I love how this save is like the creative elite xD

pxelface replied to your photoset “Can we just talk about how pretty Sadie is though??”

SHE IS SO PRETTY

YES SHE IS I LOVE HER TOO MUCH

zauglom replied to your photoset “C: Oh my gosh look at her butt”

You know who's definitely looking at her butt ��

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset “C: Oh my gosh look at her butt”

ok nicki 

indeed

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

Fishing in the pool, oh yeah!

Pool fishing party! xD

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “C: Oh my gosh look at her butt”

Luckily for us, I don't know much of this song, so sadly I'm only singing the bit you put.

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “C: Oh my gosh look at her butt”

Will you please stop encouraging me to sing?

same, tbh xD how would I know the lyrics I’ve heard it like twice

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “We got a new nanite! It doesn’t have a name…yet. Hopefully soon!”

Mirror Caleb is the third best Caleb. First is normal, and second is shirtless.

xD but you can barely see anything of him!

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Fable THIS LOOKS DANGEROUS GO AWAY”

They'll be fine. No kid has ever been harmed by a robot. None at all.

that sounds slightly sarcastic?

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Caleb, don’t be rude, don’t laugh at…who was that again?”

Listen to Annie, my dear, she can hurt you.

nah, no more hurting for these two, they’ve passed their drama test ♥ I mean there’ll be future bits, but...nothing bad

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Can we just talk about how pretty Sadie is though??”

Not my favourite Gatton face, but it's okay. XD Don't kill me Makayla.

pxelface replied to your photoset “Can we just talk about how pretty Sadie is though??”

I suppose I'll forgive you Chelsea... this time

Good thing you guys can settle that on your own xD I don’t like having to yell at people

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “C: You okay, love? B: N-no…I can’t do this alone, Caleb. C: Shhh....”

Also, Caleb is the best husband, we all know this, yes?

Hmmm not sure about that, but surely one of the best! I have a few of the most supportive and lovely and handsome guys in my game! Would have to make lists and have award ceremonies and stuff.

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “C: You okay, love? B: N-no…I can’t do this alone, Caleb. C: Shhh....”

I shall patiently wait for the story to continue.

Good, cause it might take a little while! I hope I can play some Flares and Miracles while on my break...I have to, I miss my son ;_;

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset “A: So you said you…went to the future, right? Not going to lie, this...”

that's interesting! loreeee

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset “A: So you said you…went to the future, right? Not going to lie, this...”

huh

thanks! I have barely developed it xD but we will know more once they get to the future and investigate!

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “C: So you’re saying Button should go back there and try to figure out...”

  THE HYPE IS BEGINNING!!!!

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “A: So you said you…went to the future, right? Not going to lie, this...”

And Future talk! Can I get hype?

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “A: So you said you…went to the future, right? Not going to lie, this...”

Everybody doesn't age! This is going to be fun in the long run. XD

ALL THE HYPING!! (I’m mostly hyped for the futuristic makeovers tbh)

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Emergency council meeting in the Robins’ family room.”

This is the last one, I really want to see Caleb and Sadie's hairs right close up. Dark and Blue in the house! XD

they get along quite well, so I’m sure we’ll see them together again soon and then I’ll have a side by side comparison! It’s just a great combo I guess.

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Emergency council meeting in the Robins’ family room.”

Also, I feel so bad for Celeste, she's all alone with all the couples. Don't'worry, beau, I'll be a fifth wheel right there with you! <3

noooo don’t feel bad for her! She’s happily single, and she has her two wonderful misfit dogs! I just wanted some different households in there, since they’re gonna be permanent xD

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Emergency council meeting in the Robins’ family room.”

Emergency meeting? This can't be good.

It just sounded nice, okay xD nobody’s hurt

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Ellie got a job at the theater, so she thought it was time to reward...”

You enjoy that ice cream, little one. You deserve it.

doesn’t she, I’m so proud of her ♥

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset “E: IIIIIIIII LOVE ROCK’N’ROLL!”

me2

at first I thought you meant the game xD

smillingsection replied to your photo “Hey Cullen, fancy meeting you in my inbox”

cullen baby!!! he's so cute and awkward and i love him so much xD

tell me about it ♥ this was actually sent by my friend @fadepixels so if you ever need a fellow Cullenite to talk to ;)

amixofpixels replied to your post “Slat Master Replies”

Giggling away to myself, as per usual! <3

amixofpixels replied to your post “Slat Master Replies”

I'm coming to come and hug you just for the title. And it's fine. I can be a problem with replies. XD

awh you little cutie you ;_; this makes me feel like me doing replies is a good meaningful thing...

[flowerboy-barista]

❀~Welcome to Whipped Dream Battle Café~❀

Hey hey! I'm Robin! I, along with my colleagues Nicky and Beau, run Nacrene City's one and only battle café!

Stop by for the coffee, the battles, or the vibes! We're Pokemon friendly, and have a fenced in space outside for your bigger Mons~!

Wanna know more info about me and how the café works? Check below the cut!

Please use he/him, fae/faer, and it/its for me!! Yes, Caramel is a shiny Leafeon... No, you can't really tell...

I also have a little Fletchling named Ginger and an Applin named Nutmeg, both of which do not battle!!

We have a Appletun named Ambrosia, and a Dachsbun named Creampuff who both help around at the café!! Please be nice to them, they're extremely friendly!!

Are you curious about how our café works? Lemme give a quick rundown!!

Battling is not required! We have comfortable seating where people can enjoy their treats and watch the battles!!

Want to casually battle other trainers? You can do that! We have dedicated spaces for you to battle inside or outside the café!!

Want to be a bit more competitive? It's easy! Just register your trainer ID with one of our workers, and you'll receive a digital ticket!! Battle other trainers to collect their tickets. The more tickets you have, the more you climb the ranks!! Your goal? To fight one of the Battle Café Masters!! Beau runs the Single battles, while Nicky and I run the Doubles!!

I think that's all! Enjoy your stay~!!

((OOC NOTE: Please read before interacting!!

Hey hey! Welcome to my Pokémon rp blog. On this blog I will be pretending as if the world of Pokémon is 100% real. This being said, I will be including pkmn rp tags in each post that fits that description as a warning.

Friendly reminder that if you try to engage a plot with me or any kind of offscreen rp experience without at least discussing it with me first, then I will likely not respond. Even if you do approach me with something in mind, there is no guarantee I will engage. Also I tend not to interact or engage in any big events. They tend to become overwhelming for me and you’ll most likely never find me becoming a part of them. Please don’t send in asks regarding big events.

If you are looking to interact with my muse, and your muse is tied to some potentially triggering topics, I would prefer if you discussed potential interactions with me first. This is for my own comfort, so please keep this in mind.

Admin is an adult! If this makes you uncomfortable then move along.

This is an RP blog for my own self insert. Not much to it, just be nice!

Please be aware that if something ever comes off as rude/mean, it does not reflect how I actually feel and is just how I believe my muse would react.

This blog is SFW, save for vaguely suggestive topics. Anything that is deemed as explicitly NSFW will be deleted on sight.

Another warning. This blog may often be involved in long RP threads. I won’t be using any programs to cut my long posts short. If this bothers you, I would recommend skipping this blog or blocking the tag “long post” or “rp thread”.

Also! I follow and like from @ripoff-robbie-rotten.

DNI: Proshippers, TERFS, and NSFW blogs))

[songedunenuitdete]

Bienvenue à toi mortel, dragon et fan de GoT !

La Team des Songeuses (Mady, Angie, Zellena et Artemissia – Vous pensiez vraiment que vous alliez vous amuser sans moi ?) se réunit de nouveau pour vous faire partager ses impressions sur l’épisode 3 de la saison 8 de Game Of Thrones ! Tous les lundis deviennent des jours de fête et une vague d’effervescence secoue la toile ainsi que nous, pauvres mortelles ! La course contre les spoilers devient de plus en plus dure et du coup on vient encore plus vous compliquer la tâche ! Oui, on est sympas !

Niark ! Niark ! Niark

Ricanement de la vilaine méchante et surtout pas belle sadique, qui est censé vous faire peur ! Vous avez peur dites ? Non ? Eh bien, vous devriez ! Hin ! Hin ! Hin !

[box type=”info” align=”” class=”” width=””]Que l’Épisode 3, 100% SPOILERS, commence ![/box]

Épisode 3, vu par Mady avec la complicité de Angie, Zellena et Artemissia

Après 2 épisodes qui nous ont rappelé à quel point on aime tous les personnages encore vivants de cette série, on se doutait que l’épisode 3 allait trancher nos liens et de façon assez sale ! Les Marcheurs blancs sont aux portes de Winterfell et mis à part Cersei, tout le monde est là, donc bon… Préparez les bougies… Ça va saigner !

En parlant de feu, Melisandre, la prêtresse rouge un peu frapadingue, arrive pépère sur son cheval en mode “Hey-je-suis-encore-là” ! J’ai envie de dire qu’enfin elle sert à quelque chose – Jon mis à part –, en enflammant les épées des Dothrakis, qui se trouvent en première ligne de défense !

Melisandre, la meuf à inviter au barbuc du dimanche !

[Zellena] En plus, elle déboule en mode : 

[Angie] Elle arrive un peu comme un cheveu sur la soupe. J’avoue avoir été étonnée de la revoir, je l’avais un peu oubliée depuis la dernière saison, par contre la tête qu’elle fait quand elle voit Arya, elle a l’air juste… choquée. Après elles se sont déjà croisées dans la saison 3 quand Melisandre vient chercher Gendry, pour accomplir son rituel vaudou “spécial Stannis”. Mais quand même ça cache quelque chose non ?

Pour ma part, si j’ai été surprise par l’arrivée de Melisandre au départ, j’avoue quand même que son coup de “j’enflamme tous les sabres des Dothrakis” avait quelque que chose de magnifique. Non, franchement, j’ai aimé son coup de feu ! 

Davos, a tout de suite des envies de meurtre ,mais la prêtresse le rassure : elle mourra au lever du jour…

[Zellena] Eh ben tant mieux, je l’aime pas elle !]

[Artemissia] Vous êtes méchantes quand même. Je la trouve plus utile qu’une certaine Daenerys perdue dans les cieux à tourner en rond avec son dragon !

Malheureusement, cette petite flambée n’a pas suffi pour sauver les fesses des Dothrakis qui se font souffler comme des bougies par… Ben en fait je sais pas trop… Je sais pas si c’est la qualité de rediffusion de l’épisode ou le choix du tournage, mais la première bataille est un gros bazar ! Non seulement on est dans le noir, mais en plus une tempête se déchaîne donc autant dire qu’on est dans le potage ! Dommage ! J’aurais bien aimé voir un peu mieux ce début de bataille et surtout les Marcheurs blancs plus en détail !

J’avoue, on a eu la bonne idée de regarder l’épisode dans le noir le plus total avec mon chéri (non, pas le chocolat avec de l’alcool et une cerise dedans) parce que sinon, on y voyait que dalle. Mais faut quand même admettre que tu te demandes s’ils n’ont pas fait exprès de le tourner comme ça, par facilité. L’épisode 3 de GoT pourrait se résumer à ça :

Tout le monde est donc là, à regarder la mort arriver sur eux : Sam, Edd, Ver Gris, Jorah, Ghost, Gendry, Clegane, Brienne, Jaime, Tormund, Berric, Podrick… Ils sont tous là et autant vous dire que j’ai pas trop rigolé tellement j’ai flippé ! Je voyais déjà le carnage et je n’avais aucune envie de dire adieu à l’un d’eux…

Jon et Daenerys sont en hauteur avec leurs dragons. Arya et Davos sont sur les remparts, Lyanna Mormont dans la cour du château Varys, Tyrion, Vère, Missandei rejoints plus tard par Sansa sont dans les cryptes Bran et Theon au pied de l’arbre

[Angie] Et ce pauvre Tormund en ligne de front, mais pas loin de sa chère et tendre Brienne…(je suis gaga de lui, il se prend de ces vents et pourtant il tient toujours la route, il les veut vraiment ses bébés monstres)

Mais bon, c’est GoT et pas les Bisounours…

[Zellena] Sourcils froncés, les poings et les dents serrés, c’est aussi tendue qu’un string sur le royal derrière de Nicki Minaj que j’ai abordé ce nouvel épisode ! J’avais envie d’aller me battre, pour aller fracasser des têtes, comme lorsque je regarde le chapitre 2 du Seigneur des Anneaux ! Tout le long de l’épisode, il fait noir et c’est carrément frustrant ! J’étais là, inutilement à me tortiller dans tous les sens pour essayer de voir, comme lorsque je joue à Mario Kart, et j’avais la tête en mode 

Je dois dire que j’ai pas mal flippé parce que finalement, GoT s’est peu à peu transformé en film de Zombie à la World War Z (vous savez le film avec Prad Bitt… Heu, Brad Pitt, pardon). Mais tu as grave les pétoches parce que tu ne veux pas voir tes chéris mourir. Et encore une fois, mais Dany, Jon, Bran et Theon, ils servent quand même à pas grand-chose ! Dany, elle est bien gentille à cramer deux/trois zombis pour la forme et Jon qui pédale dans la semoule. En plus de ne rien savoir, de ne rien voir tu sers grave à rien mec !

[box type=”shadow” align=”” class=”” width=””]Jon : Bon, Dany-Chéri d’amour que j’aime de la terre en tiers et du Mont dentier, on fait quoi ? On va pas continuer à juste les regarder crever en bas.

Dany : Ouais, t’as raison mon Jon-Choupinou, faisons semblant de bosser un peu, je vais envoyer deux/trois coups de flammes histoire de leur faire croire que je me bats avec eux.

Jon : Oh, Dany ! Tu es si belle, forte et naintelligente.

Dany : Je ne suis pas une naine Jon Snow !

Jon : Pardon ma biche, j’ai confondu avec ta main droite.[/box]

Le premier qui tombe est Edd Tollet en sauvant Sam… Sa garde prend donc fin ici dans l’épisode 3…

[Artemissia] Question : Mais que FOUT Sam sur un champ de bataille ? Non, parce que dans ce cas-là, Tyrion il aurait dû en être.Et Sansa aussi. Parce que hormis se faire sauver les miches par tout le monde… Ah ! Sam ! 

Comme je vous le disais, la tempête s’est levée, mais genre une très grosse tempête ! L’hiver est là et c’est pas une blague ! Jon et Daenerys galèrent donc beaucoup dans les cieux à défendre Winterfell et là aussi, mon cœur a fait des saltos, car bon : perdre un dragon OK, mais plus, c’est non !

[Artemissia] T’sais, au point où ils en sont…

Hélas, l’armée de Winterfell perd du terrain… Tout le monde se retranche à l’intérieur de la forteresse, du coup on sait qui a survécu, car c’était pas très très clair. Un seul mort avec Edd… Melisandre revient refaire le coup des flammes et allume la barrière qui entoure le château. Un peu de répit, mais juste un peu.

[Artemissia] C’est pas comme si Davos avait pas attendu que Dany rapplique, mais Dany est perdue dans le brouillard. Ça me donne presque envie de fredonner cette chanson de Christophe Rippert (ne me remerciez pas c’est gratuit) :

L’armée des morts arrive à passer et Arya nous fait la ninja, elle se bat comme une Jedi ! J’ai adoré la voir manier l’arme que son amoureux a fabriquée ! Hélas, les morts sont trop nombreux et un géant enfonce la porte de Winterfell…

[Artemissia] Quand les morts passent la forteresse, ça c’est typique de World War Z ! Impossible de ne pas voir les similitudes ! Pauvre Jaime ! il a eu chaud aux fesses !

Nous devons dire adieu à la jeune Lyanna Mormont, qui meurt comme une reine en tuant le géant…

[Zellena] Bien ouej, la petite Mormont ! J’étais bien triste quand même…

  Trop de feu a effrayé notre Chien, mais ses instincts reviennent quand il voit sa petite Arya en mauvaise posture ! Je vous dis pas la peur ! On a le droit ensuite à la meilleure partie de cache-cache du monde dans la bibliothèque du château ! J’ai de suite pensé à Jurassic Park 1, avec Arya et les morts en guise de dinosaures ! Elle arrive à se sauver les fesses de justesse. Clegane ainsi que Berric Dondarrion viennent à son secours dans les couloirs étroits de Winterfell…

[Artemissia] Pour ma part, ça m’a encore rappelé World War Z ^^ En tout cas, perso, j’ai beaucoup flippé devant cette séquence. J’avais peur pour Arya !

Mais il y a beaucoup trop de morts, pas assez de place, aucune échappatoire… Berric Dondarrion nous quitte et il n’y a personne cette fois pour le ressusciter…

Enfin si, Melisandre est là, planquée derrière une porte, mais elle ne tente rien pour Berric… Elle regarde juste Arya et lui demande : que dit-on au Dieu de la Mort ? Et Arya de répondre : Pas aujourd’hui ! Arya a repris du poil de la bête !

[Artemissia] Elle guide aussi Arya et lui dit à demi-mots que ça serait bien qu’elle bute le Roi de la Nuit. Et la boucle sera bouclée pour Melisandre.

Et Jon et Dany dans tout ça ? Voilà la bagarre qu’on attendait tous ! Les dragons entrent en scène contre leur frère de glace ! Jon se jette sur lui avec l’aide de Rhaegal et arrive à désarçonner le Night King, qui gagne le César de la chute, dans la catégorie “Comme une merde” !

Daenerys a une ouverture, lui fait le coup de DRAKARIS…

Et… Et… Et

QUE DALLE !!!

Gros gros choc !!! Le Night King n’a rien du tout, il n’a même pas fondu un peu !!! C’est DINGUE ! Dany se replie juste à temps, car le Roi a voulu jouer du javelot sur Drogon et gros coup de peur, pendant un moment je me suis dit que c’était Dany qui avait pris le coup ! On entend quand même un OUTCH !!!

[Zellena] Qu’est-ce que c’était beau cette bataille dragonnesque dans les airs ! J’en ai pris plein les mirettes ! Et l’autre glaçon, là, pépouze au milieu des flammes, sourire aux lèvres, mais raaaaah ! 

[Artemissia] Pour ma part, toute cette séquence m’a quelque peu déçue. J’en attendais plus. Faut dire, Jon, il sert toujours à rien et Dany (qui me les pompe depuis quelque temps) je l’ai senti venir gros comme une maison que le feu ferait que dalle au Roi de la Nuit. Ben, ouais, n’est pas qui veut, roi des Dance-floor !

Jon se retrouve donc au sol avec le Night King flambant neuf, juste devant lui ! Jon fonce, le Roi lève les bras, Jon fonce fonce fonce… Et se retrouve au milieu de tous les morts du coin… Pas assez rapide ce Jon… On repart dans le cycle de l’angoisse, avec Jon entouré de Morts ainsi que Brienne, Sam, Jaime, Podrick, Tormund, Ver Gris… L’horreur…  Ils sont tous à bout, j’étais à bout aussi, bref la tension arrive à son maximum…

[Angie] Le Night King se la foule pas trop quand même et c’est limite un super mauvais héros, entre la chute qu’il fait en tombant de Visérion et le jet de flammes qu’il se prend en pleine figure, il est toujours en vie et trouve le moyen de sourire… Mon petit cerveau s’en est retourné et je me suis posé pas mal de questions… Ne dit-on pas qu’il n’y a que les Targaryen qui ne craignent pas le feu ? (Je sais c’est une théorie un peu pourrie, mais qui tient la route.)

[Artemissia] Jon, il sert à rien. Jon il comprend rien. Jon, on se demande si son cerveau a été ramené à la vie ? J’ai des doutes… quoique, même avant il servait à rien ! Bref, cette scène m’a quelque peu agacée. Quant au Roi des Dance-Floor, pardon de la Nuit. Eh bien, je rejoins Angie. Il se foule pas le pépère et c’est facile de commander aux morts. Rhaaa et c’est là que tu regrettes qu’Anita Blake ne soit pas de la partie. N��empêche, qu’est-ce qu’on aurait ri XD !

Dans la crypte c’est la même histoire, les fans avaient raison, les morts se réveillent… C’est le moment où on se dit “c’est foutu, ils vont tous crever comme des c**s”…

[Zellena] En même temps…

Faut être un peu c.. pour aller se réfugier dans une crypte pleine de morts alors que t’as un mec nécromancien à côté…

[Artemissia] En parlant de ceux dans la crypte, j’ai savouré le dialogue entre Tyrion et Sansa (qui a tout d’une grande). Pour la première fois, ils se retrouvent réellement unis pour le meilleur, mais surtout pour le pire. Quant à Vère, on en parle ? Genre, elle voit un squelette sortir de sa tombe et elle réagit pas tout de suite. Ah, mince ! On me souffle dans l’oreillette qu’elle avait oublié de mettre son cerveau sur “ON”. Et voilà comment est née la légende des Contes de la Crypte.

[box type=”shadow” align=”” class=”” width=””]Tyrion : Dis ma chérie, tu as pensé à mettre la dinde au four ?

Sansa : Oui, et je l’ai même programmée pour ne pas qu’elle crame.

Tyrion : Ô mon amour, pourquoi ne sommes-nous plus mariés ?

Sansa : Techniquement, je crois que nous le sommes toujours, mais ...[/box]

Mais l’épisode n’est pas fini ! Daenerys vient sauver les fesses de Jon (comme quoi elle n’est pas trop rancunière) et Jon court vers Bran, objectif du Night King ! Daenerys se retrouve donc seule avec Drogon au milieu des morts fraîchement ressuscités ! Encore un coup d’angoisse pour le dragon préféré ! Drogon se retrouve submergé ! OH MON DIEU !!! Et il s’envole laissant sa mère au sol ! OH MON DIEU !!!

[Artemissia] On en PARLE ? Non, mais… Daenerys a elle aussi laissé son cerveau quelque part entre le Sud et le Nord (ou dans l’entre-jambes de Jon) ? Sérieusement meuf, en plantant ton dragon au milieu des morts, tu pensais qu’il allait se passer QUOI ? Y a pas à dire, Dany est devenue un génie depuis qu’elle fréquente “Tu-ne-sais-rien-Jon-Snow”

Il y a un peu de Jon en Daenerys…

Et là, alors qu’on s’apprêtait à allumer une bougie d’adieu, Friendzone débarque ! Ouiiii !! Jorah vient sauver sa belle et les deux se battent comme des dragons !

[Zellena] Il déboule toujours au bon moment, celui-là…

  [Artemissia] Et c’est bon là ? Il a trépassé pour de vrai ? Je crois que c’est la seule mort que j’ai applaudie des deux mains depuis Ramsay Bolton et Joffrey !

Ça y est ?! Il est mort . Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !! Aaaaaaaaah !!!!!! Trop bien !

On avait laissé Bran avec Theon au pied de l’arbre de Winterfell ! Et Theon a géré comme un brave à défendre la Corneille à trois yeux ! Mais… eh oui, MAIS… Le Night King arrive avec tous ses copains gelés…

Bran, sympa, dit à Theon que c’est un brave… En gros il lui dit adieu… Et Theon meurt de la main du Roi de la nuit… Adieu Schlingue, tu t’es entièrement racheté…

[Zellena] Bran, oklm dans son fauteuil, dans le froid pendant que tout le monde se fait trucider. Zéro stress le mec, ça me tue ça ! RIP Theon, tu n’auras pas ton happy ending avec Sansa, mais tu t’es sacrément bien battu. 

[Angie] Je n’ai pas apprécié le comportement de Bran, par devant il lui dit qu’il est brave d’accord, mais par-derrière il demande clairement à Theon de se sacrifier… Reste à voir la réaction de cette pauvre Sansa quand elle va apprendre sa mort.

[Artemissia] Bran n’existe plus. Si j’avais encore eu un doute, il est bel est bien mort avec cette séquence. La Corneille à trois yeux sait et elle a toujours su comment ça allait se finir ! C’est évident ! La mort de Theon, je l’ai trouvée pathétique et évitable en fait. 

Tout est foutu… Tout le monde est en danger… Jon est coincé avec Viserion, Sansa et Tyrion dans la crypte avec les Morts, tous les autres sont en mauvaise posture… Bref ça sent vraiment mauvais dans l’air…

[Artemissia] Heu, Jon il court droit à l’ennemi et j’ai déjà dit à quel point il ne servait à rien ? Mais vraiment rien ?

Arrête de tout casser mes jouets d’abord ! J’vais l’dire à ma mère ! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah *cri qui tue*

Le Roi de la Nuit approche de Bran… Ils se regardent…

[box type=”shadow” align=”” class=”” width=””] Le Roi de la Nuit : Yo mon pote ! Ça gaze ? La Corneille à trois yeux : Putain, t’es relou toi à parler comme un vieux… T’as apporté des bonbecs au moins ?[/box]

ET LÀ !

OUI, LA ALORS QUE TOUT EST PERDU !

ARYA SAUTE COMME UN NINJA ET TUE LE ROI DE LA NUIT !!!!!!!

OH BORDEL !!!!!

 Tous les morts tombent !!! ILS SONT TOUS SAUVÉS !!!!!

Enfin tous… Jorah nous quitte après avoir bien lutté pour sauver sa Reine et son amour… Adieu Friendzone…

[Zellena] Je l’aimais bien lui, abusé…

  Melisandre est aussi toujours vivante, mais décide de retirer son collier et de mourir sous les yeux de Davos…

[Angie] Je ne m’attendais pas du tout à ce que ce soit Arya qui tue le roi de la nuit, ça m’a choquée et c’est certainement l’événement qui m’a le plus étonnée, si j’oublie celui où Ver Gris empêche toute retraite de son armée, mais bref… Est-ce que je suis la seule à me demander comment elle a fait pour passer un mur de Marcheurs blancs sans se faire choper ? Elle n’a pourtant pas de cape d’invisibilité comme Harry Potter…

[Zellena] Bon débarras, la timbrée !

  [Artemissia] Pour ma part, je me demandais bien comment ça allait se finir cette histoire. Mais La Corneille à trois yeux (comme je l’ai dit plus haut, je ne pense pas que Bran soit encore vraiment là) savait donc forcément, elle n’avait pas peur. L’intervention d’Arya surprend, et là tu comprends, voilà tout cet entrainement lui sert enfin. Puis tu te dis que, quand même Theon il est vraiment mort salement et c’était encore plus évitable. 

Et, à tous les coups, Jon, il va croire que c’est grâce à lui. Mais non. Arya a juste tué le Boss et sans lui plus d’armées des morts-zombis. Bref, Good Job Arya, really nice !

Un épisode de dingue dont j’ai du mal à me remettre ! Le Night King est mort ! De la main d’Arya ! C’est fou !

[Zellena] Cersei, prépare tes fesses, ça va barder pour ton matricule !

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Ce qu’il faut retenir :

Edd Tollett est mort

Lyanna Mormont est morte

Berric Dondarrion est mort

Jorah Mormont est mort

Melisandre est morte

Pas de nouvelle de Ghost

ARYA A TUE LE NIGHT KING

[Angie] Où es passé Rhaegal ? (Personne ne se le demande après sa chute ?^^)

[Artemissia] Même question qu’Angie. Sans doute est-il mort ? Et on retiendra également à quel point Jon il sert à rien. Mais vraiment à RIEN !!!

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La course au trône reprend !

[Zellena] Quel suspense insoutenable !

Et pendant ce temps à Port Real

Comment ils s’en sont pris plein la tronche à Winterfell ! Mouhahaha !

L'impression à chaud des Songeuses sur Game of Thrones Saison 8 - Episode 3 : Vous reprendrez bien un peu de spoilers ? Avec de la sauce 100% ultra piquante ? Bienvenue à toi mortel, dragon et fan de GoT ! La Team des Songeuses (Mady, Angie, Zellena et Artemissia - Vous pensiez vraiment que vous alliez vous amuser sans moi ?) se réunit de nouveau pour vous faire partager ses impressions sur l'épisode 3 de la saison 8 de Game Of Thrones !

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Trainer Targets: Monday 21st January to Sunday 27th January

Wednesday 23rd January

2:30 Catterick 2m3½f (2m3f66y) racingtv.com Handicap Hurdle (Class 3) (4yo+ 0-130)

Sue Smith has a good place record in this race. She’s 0/6 in the win market, but 3/6 in the place market +11.41pts.

Placed horses were; 2009 – Flake, 2010 – The Gloves are Off, 2014 – Hit The Top.

She currently has Blotos entered here. If that one runs it will be a selection in the place market.

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Saturday

12:40 Cheltenham JCB Triumph Trial Juvenile Hurdle (Grade 2) (Registered As The Finesse)

Nicky Henderson has a 4/8 50% +24.08pts record in this race.

He won it in 2018 with Apples Shakira, 2016 with Protek Des Flos, 2015 with Peace and Co and 2013 with Rolling Star.

Apples Shakira went straight from this race to the Triumph Hurdle, went off the 6/5f but only finished 4th.

Protek Des Flos didn’t go to Cheltenham in 2016. In 2015 Peace and Co went straight to the Triumph and won,  beating Top Notch by a neck. Rolling Star in 2013 went straight to the Triumph after winning this, went off the 5/2f and finished 8th.

If Nicky sends one or a couple here I’ll back them and then also for the Triumph Hurdle. Updates coming later in the week.

1:15 Cheltenham Timeform Novices' Handicap Chase Cl2 (5yo+) 2m4½f

Colin Tizzard is 2/6 33% +13pts in this race. He won it in 2010 with Hey Big Spender and 2017 with Royal Vacation.

In 2018 he sent Sizing Tennessee here, finishing 3/7. Sizing Tennessee then went on to run in the National Hunt Cup (4 miler), placing there. In 2017 Royal Vacation won this and went to the RSA, pulling up.

If Tizzard has a runner in this then it will be a selection.

3:00 Cheltenham Ballymore Novices' Hurdle (Grade 2) (Registered as the Classic Novices' Hurdle Race) Cl1 (4yo+) 2m4½f

Alan King has a 3/7 +26pts record in this race, with 5 places +9.69pts. He won it in 2016 with Yanworth, 2015 with Ordo Ab Chao, 2014 with Batonnier.

Looking at past winners with an eye on Cheltenham:

2018: Santini – went on to finish 3rd in the Albert Bartlett. 2017: Wholestone – went on to finish 3rd in the Albert Bartlett. 2016: Yanworth – went on to finish 2nd in the Neptune / Ballymore. 2015: Ordo Ab Chao – went on to finish 7th in the Neptune/ Ballymore. Went off 10/1. 2014: Red Sherlock – went on to 9th in the Neptune. Went off 7/2. 2013: At Fishers Cross – went on to win the Albert Bartlett, going off 11/8f.

3:35 Cheltenham galliardhomes.com Cleeve Hurdle (Grade 2) Cl1 (5yo+) 3m

Paul Nicholls has a 3/12 record in this, but -2.25pts to SP. No bet.

Nick Williams has a 2/5 40% +7.88pts record, with 3 places +1.53pts. He won it in 2018 with Agrapart and 2013 with Reve de Sivola.  If he has any entered then they will be a selection.

Looking at past winners and how they did at Cheltenham:

2018: Agrapart – didn’t run. 2017: Unowhatimeanharry – went on to finish 3rd in the Stayers Hurdle / World Hurdle. Sent off 5/6f. 2016: Thistlecrack – went on to win the World Hurdle, sent off Evens fav. 2015: Saphir Du Rheu – went on to finish 2nd in the World Hurdle, sent off 5/1f. 2014: Knockara Beau, went on to run in the Gold Cup finishing 7th. 2013: Reve De Sivola – went on to finish 4th in the World Hurdle, sent off 4/1.

4:10 Cheltenham Steel Plate And Sections Handicap Hurdle Cl2 (4yo+) 2m1f

Chris Gordon has a 2/3 66% +22.5pts record here. Winning it in 2018 with Remiluc and 2015 with Lightentertainment. If he has an entry then it will be a selection.

1:30 Doncaster Napoleons Casino & Restaurant Owlerton Sheffield Lightning Novices' Chase (Grade 2) Cl1 (5yo+) 2m½f

Nicky Henderson is 2/3 +2.5pts in this race. He won it in 2016 with Vaniteux and 2012 with Kid Cassidy.

Alan King is 2/3 +1.38pts. He won it in 2018 with Sceau Royal and 2014 with Valdez.

If either trainer has an entry then they be a selection. I’ll update later in the week.

2:05 Doncaster Albert Bartlett River Don Novices' Hurdle (Grade 2) Cl1 (5yo+) 3m½f

Malcolm Jefferson has a 2/2 100% +8.75pts record in this. It will be interesting to see if his wife Ruth follows the same target approach. He won it in 2014 with Urban Hymn & 2009 with Cape Tribulation.

Nicky Henderson has a 2/3 +7.5pts record in the race. He won it in 2017 with Constantine Bay & 2015 with Caracchi Apache.

2:40 Doncaster olbg.com Yorkshire Rose Mares' Hurdle (Grade 2) Cl1 (4yo+) 2m½f

Willie Mullins is 2/4 50% -1.63pts at SP in this race. He has used it three times before as a prep for Cheltenham; for Vroom Vroom Mag in 2017 in the Mares, for Anafilet in 2015 for the County & for Annie Power in 2014 for the World Hurdle / Stayers.

There might be a bet in here in Antepost or Early markets, but nothing at SP.

3:05 Lingfield Betway Live Casino Handicap Cl3 (4yo+ 0-95) 1m4f

Charlie Appleby is 2/2 +2.5pts in this. He won it in 2018 with Celestial Spheres and 2015 with Gold Trail.