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I wanna look like one of these fuckers. Why do I wanna look like them.
#I see art of like spy or sniper and I’m like damn#wish I looked like that.#idk how but yes#like I just saw spy art and it made me want to claw at my skin because he looked amazing#I WANNA LOOK LIKE THAT IN SUITS#sorry for my thoughts honestly#I use tumble to vent my thoughts#it’s great#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 spy#tf2 sniper
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I don't care if it's consumerist and wasteful to just buy a new pillow. I am never trying to wash one again.

I was already having a bad day, and now I have nothing to sleep on.
#I followed the instructions on the label#washed cold and dried with no heat#I dried it with towels because I thought they'd cushion it so it wouldn't tumble too hard#it went from drying fine to shreds in like 10 minutes#it took us like 40 minutes to clean out the dryer#we started with a broom and ended with a bottle brush and a lint roller#and now I have to wash my towels again#I'm going to be finding bits of memory foam in this place for years#personal#vent post#I don't want solutions for next time or reasons for how this is my fault#just let me feel my feelings tonight#I'll go pillow shopping in the morning
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Coffee, Cake and a Gossip - James Potter x Reader
AN - this is entirely based off of a scenario where my boyfriend took me for coffee and cake so we could gossip.
warnings: mentions of alcohol briefly but that’s about it. james potter loving a gossip
Y/N pushed the scrambled eggs around with her fork as she spoke, her eyes trained on the fading pattern of the plate as the words tumbled out of her mouth.
“-And it’s just like, I don’t know, I don’t know how many more times I have to tell her before it gets through.” she huffed, setting her fork down with a clatter, “I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to hear me moaning about my friend drama again.”
James laughed, taking a slurp of coffee from his mug, “You’re not moaning, my love.” he smiled, “You’re just venting and, in the nicest way possible, I am loving the drama.”
Y/N chuckled, looking up for the first time in a good few minutes. James was sat, patient as ever, staring lovingly at her as she recounted the events from the previous night.
“Yeah, I know but it must be getting old now,” she smiled weakly, standing up. She crossed the kitchen to scrape her plate clean before setting it in the sink.
Light on his feet, James appeared behind her, his big arms wrapping around her shoulders, his chin resting on the top of her head. He pressed a kiss to her temple, one hand sliding down to rest on her waist. He pushed the fabric of her pyjama top upwards, forever a fiend for skin on skin contact.
“I have an idea.” he mumbled into her hair.
“Yeah?” Y/N hummed in response, sudsing up the sponge and beginning to wash the pots from that morning’s breakfast.
“How about we go and get ready, then we can drive to a cute little cafe somewhere and we can go for coffee, cake and a gossip.” he spun her around so that she was facing him, taking her soapy hands in his, “Then, you can tell me all about your friend drama because, to be honest, ever since you went out with them last night I’ve been dying to hear about what happened.”
“Really?” Y/N slipped her hands from his and wiped them dry on a tea towel that was tucked into a drawer, “You’re sure that you actually-”
“Baby. I cannot explain to you how much I would love to hear it. Besides, I’m a sucker for a little sweet treat.” He grinned, “Why don’t you go and get ready and I’ll finish cleaning up down here, yeah?”
James drove them to a café on the outskirts of their town. It was a quiet little place where sunlight streamed in through the windows and the walls were adorned with quirky paintings. Y/N went to find a table while James ordered. She found them a spot tucked away in the corner, two overstuffed armchairs and a small table between them.
Their coffee was served in mismatched mugs, steam rising from the surface as James set them down on the scrubbed wooden table. He disappeared for a moment and returned with two large slices of cake.
“I didn’t know which to get so I just got a slice of each and thought we could share.” he explained, hacking into a slice with his fork.
“Good thinking.” Y/N smiled, picking up the hot mug and clasping it in her hands.
“Okay. Coffee and sweet treats acquired… time to gossip.” he wiped the crumbs from his lips and turned to face her properly, giving her his full attention.
“So, obviously I haven’t seen the girls for a while, y’know, with us all working and whatnot,” Y/N began. She picked up a sugar cube from the bowl and dropped into into her coffee with a plop, “And I thought it would be nice for us all to go for a drink somewhere so I booked us in at this cute little wine bar in town.”
“Ooh, was it good? We should go there next date night.”
“It was so good! We get there and we all get our drinks and one of the girls says that Alice is running late and I’m like, ‘okay no worries’,” she stopped for a moment to take a bite of cake before continuing, “And you’ll never guess what…!”
“What?” James leaned forward in anticipation, his elbows resting on his knees.
“She turns up an hour late with Jackson.”
“She never!” James gasped, “But it was girls night!?”
“I know!” Y/N huffed. She swilled the coffee around in her mug before taking a swig.
“Wait.” James held a finger up, “Wasn’t Jackson the one that cheated on her?”
“Yes!”
“Wow.” James let out a bemused laugh, “No wonder you’re annoyed.”
“It’s just so frustrating.” Y/N sighed through a mouthful of spongecake, “No matter how many times we tell her he’s a piece of shit she won’t listen.”
“Well, not everyone can have boyfriends as lovely as yours.” James teased, slipping the last bite of cake onto her plate.
“Very true.”
“So, what did you say to her when Jackson turned up?”. he pressed, his eyes twinkling.
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Its messy but its all I have 🍓 🫀
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Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰
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The moon 🌙
Delusion, something you want but feel like you can never have and the thought that you could never have it is the delusion. While we at times use delusion as such a strong primal power which we use to make our means. It can also be problematic when it comes in the form imposter syndrome. We can’t let ourselves hold ourselves back. We are magical being of stardust straight from the garden, you can make what you want with your hard work and the skills you gain along the way. Thats the use of delusion for good.
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Strength is never clean, the will and compassion to go on despite it all is never easy and is never clean. Everything we had we clawed and ripped it into our reality. We worked and labored for everything we had and we are prepared to work and claw to keep everything we gained. Love isn’t something that has ever come easy but we love life, we love four lives, we love what we worked to forge for ourselves. When we claw and work and tumble and get our shit together we will overcome anything
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Is love supposed to be clean? Is it supposed to be cookie cutter, to look a certain way. Is the path of love covered in blood and tears while we walk begging to be understood by the universe that spat you out and left you in the cold. Anything we ever loved has bite marks and claw marks on it because to love is sacred, love is something we mourn and we feel it on every range of the chemical spectrum, like everything else.
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Anon asked: Could you maybe? Do a Willy Wonka x short curvy reader? Where the reader is insecure about her body and height? Just a bunch of fluff? Please ❤️
Of course anon! I wasn’t sure which Wonka to do, so I did the newest version. I hope you enjoy!
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Wonka X !Short !Curvy !Fem Reader: Plump as a Sugarplum

Why were you feeling like this now?
After years of working together, helping him run the chocolate factory, brainstorming ideas and ways to improve products. Never did you feel like you do now. You felt confident and so sure, but now...that was all gone.
Now...now you don’t feel as sure, as pretty...not good enough for him...because you fell in love with him...like the fool you were. He hasn’t shown interest in the years of working together. Yes, you have a good work relationship and you’re good friends with the man, but anything past that? If he wanted to pursue something he would’ve and yet here you are in love with the damn choclatier still.
Biting your lip, you looked at your reflection in your bedroom mirror. You’ve always been shorter and more curvatious than most and you were fine with that...were.
Now it just seemed like an obstacle...in your mind this was why he didn’t pursue anything with you. No matter how many good and positive thoughts you put in your head, they all tumbled out and the only thing left was your stature, your short, curvy body that you used to love being the culpurt to your one-sided love with the chocolatier.
Sighing in frustruation, you turned away and tried to reset your mind as you dressed for another day of work. You’ll sort your negative thoughts out later, now it was time for business.
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“Not too much sugarcane! We need exactly three cups for the sugarplums to have that perfect sweet factor.” I remind Lofty as we taste the first batch of sugarplums of the season.
He nods and turns to tell the others in their native language. Turning back to me he grins. “You know, that’s what he calls you.” That setnence caused me to choke on the sugarplum I had in my mouth making Lofty laugh. After pounding my chest and wiping some tears from my eyes I glare down at him.
“He does not! Now you’re just trying to cause trouble.” I feel my round cheeks flush as I sigh and pretend to oversee the other workers.
“For once, I’m not Y/N, that’s what he calls you, he doesn’t say it in front of you because he’s also stubborn and won’t admit his feelings.” My eyes widen at his statement.
“I-I don’t-.” Lofty cuts me off with a scoff. “You’re not good at hiding your feelings Y/N, everyone here can see you love the man, except him apparently.” I feel my body slump as I sit down on the groun my soft back against the wall.
“Lofty...” I sigh and look over at my friend and before I could start my running thoughts, a cheerful voice broke through.
“Y/N, where’s that smile I like so much? You look positvely miserable right now.” My eyes shot up to see Wonka there a smile on his face, but his eyes showing concern. Clearning my throat I put on my work smile and get up smoothing my skirt. “I’m fine, just venting to a friend is all.” I see his smile drop a fraction as his eyes dart between Lofty and I. “I thought we were friends Y/N, why didn’t you come to me to vent?” I could see his eyes change intensity and before I knew it, he grabbed my hand and started taking me toward his office. Looking back at Lofty, he just stood there with a cheeky grin and waved at me.
Shutting his office door, he turned to me. “Okay, now vent.” I raised my brow and shook my head. “Willy I’m fine! Look, I have to get back to the sugarplums okay? They’re the first batch of the season and if they turn out wr-.” My rambling was cut short by the chocolatier pulling me close, his arms wrapping around my soft body.
“I don’t care about anything else right now but you Y/N...you’ve changed lately and that scares me.” I feel his arms tighten around my middle. “You’re not laughing as much, the twinkle in your eye is dull and you’ve been hiding.”
“I-I’m right here-.” He cuts me off. “No Y/N, you’ve been hiding yourself, under these..” He grips the fabric of my overly huge sweater. “These overly big sweaters, it’s not like you! Your bright sundresses, your wacky shirts, the clothing that shows me the real you Y/N! Why are you hiding...you never hid before, it’s not like you.
His words struck something in me as I stood there, wrapped in his embrace. He noticed...but why. Was Lofty right? I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him. He was being vulnerable with me, telling me how he felt, I needed to get this off my chest once and for all, because I was hiding.
“I-I was hiding because of you...I...I love you, more than a friend...more than anything and I-I thought that it was because of my short stature...a-and how curiver...bigger I am than the other women around the city that you never showed interest in me and t-that might still be the case, but I just needed to let you know that.” I let out a sigh of releif after confessing something of that magnitude to him.
He pulls back, cupping my round face in his hands as he looks at me with such a fondness that my cheeks flush at the intensity of his gaze.
“I guess Lofty was right,” He started. “I was a fool to wait so long to tell my sugarplum how I really felt.”
“Y-You do call me that...” He let out a laugh and pulled me closer. “I do Y/N...I guess we both were fools huh?” I felt his fingers run themselves through my hair as I relaxed more into his hold. “You’ve always been my sugarplum...your intelect, wit, imagination, you as a person just drew me in. I adore everything about you Y/N...your short stature, your curiver body, it reminds me of a sugarplum: short, sweet, soft and all mine.” His lips captured mine and I knew he could taste the reminants of the sugarplum I sampled earlier as I felt a smirk form on his lips as he deepened the kiss.
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Cut and Dry (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•
Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader
Summary: Leon comes home from a long and tiresome mission with a nasty wound that he tries to hide from you… keyword is try.
Genre: Established relationship, boyfriend Leon au, smut, hurt and comfort
Warnings: oral (f. receiving), fingering, praise, mentions and depictions of blood (but it’s really tame), swearing, hurt and comfort (it’s nothing serious though), pet names (‘baby’, ‘angel’)
WC: 3k-ish (I can’t remember the exact word count lmao)
A/N: I was debating on whether this could be considered a part 2 to my other domestic boyfriend Leon ff and right now I’m thinking fuck it— it can be considered a part 2 so if you read my other ff “Morning Distractions” I hope you enjoy this one! Also the two aren’t super connected so you can definitely read this one without having read the first one.
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Leon stumbled haphazardly out of his car as soon as he pulled up to the driveway, his heavy footsteps crunching against the hard gravel, interrupting the disgruntled quiet that settled over the early morning hours. He knew he needed to be quiet, not wanting to disrupt the neighbors as he stifled a grunt from escaping his lips, his gloved hand tightened over his side, the blood from the deep gnash slashed across his torso paying no mind to the pressure he tried to apply to stop the red liquid that stained his uniform. He had just come back from a mission and it was safe to say that it had been… arduous. He was honestly lucky that he didn’t sustain any other serious injuries besides the wound that was currently causing him severe amounts of pain.
“Fuck,” the man murmured under his labored breath as he leaned against the front doorframe, his body slumped and skin doused in a layer of sweat, coating him in its hard-earned glow.
Fumbling for his keys, his bloody gloved hands produced the jingling object, missing the lock a few times and cursing as a result until he finally managed to unlock the door. Practically tumbling into the foyer before his back met the cold surface of the door that closed behind him. Taking a quick assessment of the dark hallway, Leon sighed in relief when he didn’t see you waiting up for him like usual, figuring you were asleep due to the late hour. He didn’t need you seeing him like this– broken and fragile. As if you didn’t worry about him already, Leon knew this would only heighten your concerns and the last thing he wanted was for you to worry about his wellbeing when he knew you had your own shit you were dealing with.
Pushing himself off the door, Leon bit back a groan, the searing stab wound in his side alarming him of its pertinence as he trudged his way over to the pantry where he kept his emergency supplies. Grabbing a first aid kit he managed to stumble over to the couch right as his vision began to blur.
“Shit… I need to hurry up…” he thought to himself as he stripped himself of his shirt, tossing it to the side along with his dirty leather gloves. He sighed as the cool air-conditioned breeze rushing out from the vents hit his heated skin, the sweat drying unlike his wound as more blood gushed through.
Leon did his best to stop the bleeding, he was used to tending to his injuries so what was one more, right? He did his best to calm himself, his eyes periodically glancing up at the staircase to make sure you hadn’t heard him before glancing down at his wound, he hurriedly poured out a stream of rubbing alcohol onto a wipe before bracing himself, knowing the sting he was about to feel would be even more painful than the actual injury itself. And just as he predicted, when he pressed the wipe firmly against his side a strangled groan escaped his lips that he desperately tried to cover, his eyes squeezing closed tightly as he did his best to take deep and even breaths.
Unbeknownst to him, up in your shared bedroom, you stirred, sitting up slowly to glance at the clock on your nightstand before your eyes widened in alarm. You had fallen asleep waiting for Leon and if the sound that emanated from downstairs was any indication– Leon had just come home from his mission. You slip out from under the covers, grabbing a robe when the cool air meets your warm skin. With light steps, you quickly yet quietly made your descent down the stairs, your eyes immediately finding Leon slumped on the couch. It only takes you a second to take in the scene before you, noting the red cloth pressed against his side that you knew was white before.
“Leon? Oh my god…” you mutter, your tone laced with shock and concern as you hurry over to your boyfriend, sitting gingerly beside him while your eyes quickly assess his body, searching for any other ailments before zeroing in on his wound.
Upon hearing your voice break through his strained breathing, Leon’s eyes flew open, sitting up before grunting and falling back on the couch. “Baby– what’re you doing up? You should be sleeping–” he tried to soothe you, his voice taking on a calming lilt despite the obvious pain he was in, trying to mask it behind a weak smile that gave way to a grimace as his hand tightened around the wound.
“Leon–what happened?” you ask, immediately getting to work on fixing your man up. You had been with Leon long enough to know what to do in these situations, your hands finding the proper materials you’d use to stitch him back up, knowing his pride kept him from going to a hospital.
Leon shrugs off your question, attempting to stop your hands that tried moving towards his wound, “babe, I’m fine. Go to sleep.”
“You’re not fine. Stop acting all hard and let me take care of you,” your voice was firm, leaving no room for the man to argue with you as he sighed before relenting, laying back on the couch as his expression tensed, visible discomfort flooding his tired blue eyes.
He knew you loved him and that you took no issue with tending to his injuries, but every time you did he couldn’t help but feel like he was hurting you, having you constantly see the unheroic sides of his job that left him torn and dirty, bleeding over the new couch you guys had just bought. But he didn’t attempt to stop you again, simply letting a tense silence form between you as he watched you concentrate on cleaning up the wound after successfully stopping the bleeding for now. After a minute, he finally spoke, his voice low and quiet in the early dawn of the morning, “sorry about the couch…”
Your eyes flicked up to meet Leon’s when you heard his mumbled words, your hands picking out more medical materials from the kit, preparing to perform a brief suture on Leon. When you first assessed the wound you noted that it was deep but luckily not too severe, allowing you to patch him up now, at least until you forced him to visit the doctor later in the morning. “I don’t care about the couch, Leon…” you finally reply as you prepare to give Leon a few stitches.
“Yeah, but… you were so excited to pick it out and now–” Leon’s words are cut off when you first puncture his skin. He hisses sharply, his muscles tensing for a moment before relaxing, knowing he needs to be still in order for you to continue doing your job.
“And now it’s covered in blood. Your blood from the wound you weren’t going to tell me about.” Your words were clipped, the slight anger you felt at Leon trying to hide something like this from you rising now that you knew he was going to be alright. Your eyes didn’t meet Leon’s as your hands quickly began sewing Leon up, his skin coming together under your ministrations as the area surrounding the wound was dusted in a light red tint, the skin agitated yet prepared to begin healing as you finished up the last stitch.
Leon sighs as you begin to pack up the materials, noticing how you practically throw the needles and rubbing alcohol into the kit before quickly wrapping up his wound in a thick layer of gauze. He knew you were upset with him, you always were when he tried hiding his injuries. Wanting to alleviate your anger he slowly sat up, grunting a bit at the pain from the sudden movement which earned him a glare from you. He internally cursed in his head, knowing he wasn’t making a good case for himself already as he tried to find the right words to say to ease your mind.
“I’m sorry, ____. Really… I know you want to be there for me, but I can’t help but feel… ashamed whenever you see me like this,” running a rough hand through his hair, Leon sighed heavily, his chest rising and falling as his breath evened out, his mind clearing up from the pain due to your help.
“Ashamed? Leon, I’m your girlfriend, not your colleague. You shouldn’t be ashamed to let me see you when you need help.” You reply, your expression softening for a moment as you turn to look at Leon better, the little light emanating from the lamp in the corner of the room casting half of his body in a warm glow, his skin regaining some of its color from the sickly pale tint it once had. You lift your hand to lightly brush along the side of Leon’s cheek and he leans into your touch, finding it a beacon of comfort after the horrors he had seen the night before. Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help the wave of dejection you felt, realizing how little Leon trusted you concerning his wellbeing and your capabilities to support him through his vulnerable moments, “I love you and you know that. I’ll always be here for you no matter what, but I can’t help unless you trust that I can.” Your tone was quieter this time, subdued in the levels of desolation you felt course through you.
Leon’s eyes widened a bit as he took in your words, his gaze catching onto the way your gaze pooled with a certain sadness and concern he hadn’t quite realized you carried for him. “Babe, I… I do trust you. With my life, but I still don’t want to have to put you through seeing me like this– you deserve someone strong to protect and secure you.”
“Yeah, but what you’re not getting is that I should be allowed to do the same thing for you.” Your reply stings deeper than any cut or stab wound Leon could’ve received. With a somber look, you press a quick kiss to Leon’s cheek before standing up and making your way back upstairs, the lingering tension of your conversation hanging over him as he watched you disappear upstairs, leaving his wound fixed but mind a mess.
“Damn it, Leon…” he muttered under his breath, his head hanging low while his hand rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t realized the depth of your feelings for him, the unwavering love you harbored for him that he practically pushed away to maintain his pride.
He knew he needed to fix this, to show you that he trusted and loved you in the same way that you did, he couldn’t just leave it like this, leave you alone in your bedroom questioning his feelings for you. No– he couldn’t have that. With determination pushing away his regret, he managed to stand, the wound still emanating a dull pain but it wasn’t enough to keep him from making his way to the stairs. While it took him longer than he liked, he managed to make his way upstairs, quietly heading towards your shared bedroom and finding your back facing him.
His eyes briefly flicked over to the sun slowly beginning to rise over the horizon, painting the once pitch-black sky into a mirage of oranges and pinks that blended into a light blue. He sighed at the sight before turning back to you, his expression softening as he observed you for a moment longer before making his way over to the bed. Making sure to avoid putting pressure on his wound, he slipped under the covers next to you before his heavy arms reached out to gently wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him as his toned chest met your back, his breath skating down your neck as he took in your natural scent, the smell intoxicating him. After thoroughly taking in your presence and how nicely your body fit against his, he began to talk, his voice low and quiet in the small space between you.
“Baby? I don’t know if you’re awake and if you’re not I have no problem repeating this, but if you are listening I want you to know how much you mean to me,” he began, pausing for a moment as he figured out the rest of the words he wanted to say that perfectly encompassed how he felt, “I love you so much… you’re my everything, I swear. I know you care for me and I guess… I guess I was scared that if you saw how fucked up my job really was and the amount of times I end up getting my ass kicked you’d end up leaving… that it would be too much for you to handle and I shouldn’t have assumed that. I thought I was protecting you, but I realize I was only pushing you away.” Leon had more to say, but he stopped when he saw you shift before turning to face him.
He smiled softly when he saw your face, his hand leaving your waist to brush along the curve of your cheek, his touch delicate yet warm as his eyes bored into yours. You had been awake the whole time and while you wished he told you about his injury earlier, you could understand why he felt like he needed to hide it. Your own eyes flicked over his face, taking in the way the early morning light perfectly highlighted his features– his sharp nose, angular jaw, and clear blue eyes that met yours, clear affection and vulnerability in his gaze as the sincerity of his words washed over you.
After a moment of staring, you finally spoke up, your voice quiet yet lighter now, “thank you, Leon. I love you too and I’ll always be here to support you… just promise me that you’ll be more open with me the next time you get injured, okay?”
Leon nods, his pink lips immediately widening in a bright smile. His hand cups your cheek before he leans forward, his lips brushing against yours as he murmurs, “I promise. I’ll tell you everything from now on,” with that submission he deepens the kiss, his lips pressing more firmly against yours as his tongue runs along the curve of your bottom lip, leaving you breathless when he pulls away.
Instead of the affectionate loving smile that once graced his lips, when he breaks the kiss, you note the sudden heat pooling in his gaze, his smile turning into a sensual curl of his lips while his thumb left your cheek to brush along your bottom lip that his tongue just tasted, “god, I missed you…” he murmurs, his eyes taking you in as if you were the world’s most fascinating piece of art, “do you mind if I finish my apology?”
You quirk an eyebrow at the sudden question as you do your best to not show how much his touch has gotten to you, your legs shifting conspicuously under the covers to quell the growing ache you felt between them. “Finish?” You ask, wondering what Leon was referring to.
With a devilish smile, Leon suddenly moves below the covers as you feel him shift, his hands lightly caressing your legs before finding your plush thighs. With a gentle push, he parts your legs and settles between them. Immediately your mind understands what he meant as you begin to protest, your eyes widening as you quickly lift the covers to look at Leon. His gaze meets yours as he gives you an endearing smile, his slender fingers tracing along your inner thigh. “Leon– no, you shouldn’t be doing this. Your injury…”
“I’ll be fine, I’m just gonna show you how much I love you by eating you out, okay? Now relax for me, babe, and let me please you,” without another word, you watch as Leon’s fingers move up to the edge of your underwear, a damp spot already making itself known which earns a smirk out of Leon as his fingers brush over the area, probing lightly against your entrance before moving up to brush against your covered clit, earning a quiet groan out of you as you debate on letting this happen.
All resolve to push him away, however, dissolves when you feel his tongue flick against your underwear, tasting your arousal as the barrier of thin fabric adds another sensation of pleasure to the erotic scene. Your eyes almost go out of focus as your hand holding up the cover trembles a bit, your thighs spreading further apart on their own accord to give Leon more access to you, a silent plea for him to continue which he gladly does with a shit-eating smirk on his lips. His hands quickly tug off your underwear, tossing them somewhere under the covers before his eyes take in the sight before him.
“So beautiful…” he murmured as he took in your wet folds, his intense gaze was enough to have your heart racing against your chest, desire and anticipation making an impatiently intoxicating mix as your teeth captured your bottom lip. With one final glance up at you, Leon lowered his head before he rested between your legs, his tongue sliding out and immediately finding your sensitive bud of nerves.
He started slow at first, wanting to build up your pleasure as the tip of his tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching between gentle flicks and swipes to his lips sucking against the bud. The sensation elicits a moan from your lips as your hand drops the covers, too consumed with the pleasure of Leon’s tongue against you to bother keeping it up. Instead, your head falls back on the plush pillow below you, your hips lifting slightly to better meet Leon’s mouth.
He hums in appreciation for your urgent need to feel more of him, the sensation vibrating against your pussy as his tongue continued to flick against your clit before finally moving on, giving the sensitive nerve a break as his tongue finds your entrance. Without much warning, his tongue slides inside you, lapping up your arousal and tasting you, causing him to moan softly against you, enjoying not only the way you tasted but the way your body reacted to his touch.
His hands reached up to grasp your hips, steadying them against his mouth, not wanting you to escape the pleasurable torment he was bestowing upon you as more moans tumbled from your plush lips, your back beginning to arch while your nails dug into the sheets. You were endowed in blissful surrender, your every squirm and whimper belonging to him as he pleased you to no end, wanting to display his devotion and care for you. Moving away from your entrance, his tongue returned to your clit, flicking against the bud while one of his hands moved away from your hip to your entrance, brushing along it before slipping two fingers inside, your walls clench at the intrusion as his digits probed deep inside you, the wet sound of your pussy mixing with your moans that grew louder with every thrust of his fingers inside you.
You could feel the coil of tension in between your legs begin to tighten, the tension in your body building as you squirmed under Leon’s touch, the double stimulation of his fingers and tongue sending you over the edge as your eyes fluttered closed and thighs threatened to close the closer you to got to your orgasm.
“Hold still, baby… almost there, you’re doing so well for me…” you heard Leon’s low voice rumble from under the covers, you missed the smirk he had on his face, too busy trying to grapple with your incoming climax that had you crying out to Leon. His hand that wasn’t fucking into you held down your hips, stopping you from moving away or closing your legs, sliding down to hold your thighs apart. He was determined to make you cum, he wanted to taste you over his tongue, to know he did a good job for you.
“L-Leon–ah! God– I-I’m close–!” You manage to sputter out seconds before your muscles seize, your body stiffening before finally the coil snaps and a blinding light overtakes you, your figure shudders and trembles against Leon who doesn’t let up even with your warning. He simply redoubles his efforts, wanting to bring you over the edge with an intensity that matches his affection for you. His lips continued to suckle against your clit, his fingers plunging in and out of you as your orgasm washes over you. He loves the feel of you shaking against him, pride swelling in his heart at making you feel as loved and cared for as he felt around you.
When you finally begin to calm down from your high, Leon takes a second to clean you up, his tongue collecting your essence dutifully before he finds your underwear somewhere under the sheets and slides them gingerly back over you. Finally, he rises from the covers, his body hovering over yours as he stares deeply into your eyes, leaning down he presses a searing kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself before pulling away with a soft smile on his lips. “So do you accept my apology?”
You chuckle when you hear his question, your hands lifting to wrap around him, resting along the back of his neck as your fingers lightly brushed along his smooth skin. “Yes, I accept and forgive you, babe. I love you…” your words are sincere and intimate, matching the peaceful atmosphere that settled between you as Leon gazed down at you, a tender gleam in his eyes.
“I love you too, angel. And I thank you for all that you do for me…” he murmured, his tone open and honest for you to see. As he dropped another lingering kiss against your lips he couldn’t help but settle in next to you, holding you close as you both embraced one another in the tranquility of your room, the sun rising as you both prepared for a restful sleep, uncaring if the world outside was beginning to wake up as you two held one another, content to slip into your sanctuary of love and security.
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Laboratory logs 6
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Trauma, hints to human trafficking and Sex Trafficking.
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"Feelin betta?" Rattler asked the smaller speedster. Traxies vented softly against Rattler's plating as he slowly onlines his optics after his emotional shut down. "...A little," he replied at last, voice gravelly from raw-edged sobs.
"Why...help me?" Traxies field flickered, "You don't know me. I could be anyone"
A rumbling chuckle answered Traxies. "You looked like you needed it. Ain't no crime in that." Servos rubbed his back reassuringly. "We all get tumbled by life sometimes. Best to lend a hand up when we can."
"Rattler! Fuck sake man! Why did you take off!" A voice over the hill yells, the firm if a human comes into view, he stands there panting, hands resting on his knees. When his eyes land on the blue mech that was pressed against Rattler's side the young man lets out a noise. "Oh my god Rattle really?, hookup right now?" .
Traxies tenses before head floods his linescand his fans kick on in embarrassment. But the shuttler seemed unconcerned, chuckling softly as he hailed the newcomer.
"Ain't like that, Tony! Just lendin' servo' is all." Rattler greeted. "Poor mech was tumbled up good." Tony slowly makes his way down to the two mechs, "fuck you have long legs, some of us can't Fly remember!" He huffs out before his eyes move back to the rather dishevelled looking younger mech.
Traixes peered at the man, still rather embarrassed over the situation. "Thank you for checking on me. But...where am I, precisely?" Carefully extricating himself from Rattler's hold, Traixes faced them both. " Kosciuszko National Park, Rattler here was meant to be helping me with plant documentation and seed collection!" He huffs out. "What you expect from me T, those plants are minuscule!. Ain't my fault you fleshies so small!." Rattler rumbled a laugh, unbothered by Tony's grumbling.
Traixes cycled a soft vent, anxiety uncoiling as he watched the two bicker, “I outta rearrange your wires, maybe take a crowbar to you!” Tony threatened only for Rattler to laugh loudly while getting treated by the human.
"What plants were you studying?” Traxies voice is faint, but the curiosity in his optics is rather vivid. “ At the moment, Gentianella diemensis and Brachyscome, but really all of them, collecting seeds for storage and documenting and also just taking notes of what else grows in this area, makes it easier for foraging guilds." Tony hums while taking down notes. Traxies optics lit with interest, Over Earth-based botany.
"Fascinating! Brachycomes are so diverse in form and colour. Gentianellas produce such vibrant blooms - so much beauty packed into such tiny packages." Field rippling with eagerly with excitement over someone else outside of Brainstorm and Perceptor.
“Well would ya look at that, got ya Self an apprentice Tones” Rattler chuckled. “ Could I tag along?." Traxies was barely containing the urge to leap up and explore. The shuttler's field pulsed in amusement at the speedster's enthusiasm. "Course you can join, kid. Sounds useful to have extra hands and optics. Just watch your step - some critters out here got teeth meaner than Tony's bark!"
"Yea and I'm the one who's gotta worry about getting bitten by a Mulga Snake. Cause you know, not made of metal!" Tony shoots back at Rattler. The shuttle burst into hearty guffaws at Tony's backhand comment. "Ain't that the truth! These pede just bounce the fangs right off. You thought - one lil' nip and it's bye-bye Tony Time." He teased down at the disgruntled human.
"Fuck you Rattler, here I am housing and hiding you from the Government and your war and this is the way you treat me, might just leave you out on the airstrip " He calls out while flipping the mech off. In truth it was all fun and games between the two, neither of them took it to heart. "Aww, you know you love me really! Who else gonna haul your scrawny aft outta snake-infested bushes, eh?"
"Come on let's get these seeds and photos, I wanna get out of here before tourist start showing up and asking questions, and I'd rather not get pinged for being around you lot, last time you were out you nearly ended up in a scuffle between bots and cons" Tony huffs out while continuing to find the dried flowers taking samples and notes.
Traixes cast Rattler a sidelong glance, field rippling question. The shuttler responded gently, "Ain't easy bein' mech's on an organic world. Factions clashed here and there; we wanna avoid notice. We keep our heads down, stick to backcountry. Don't want Megatron's attention or lackies on us"
It makes Traxies stop for a moment. The war was over, where were the Decepticons and Autobots fighting on earth?Was it the DJD?, or some other side faction. Did he miss hear Rattler? Questions and unease slowly settle into the pit of his tanks. "Rattler, did you say Megatron?." He inquiries softly.
Rattler glanced down at the Blue speedster. "Megatron's Decepticons came lookin' for energy way back. Went up against Optimus Prime and his Autobots, nearly got cuaght in the crossfire, it's How Tones and I met."
"Megatron, now - he's one pit-spawn mech you don't wanna meet, bits. Ruthless as they come." Traixes cycled a soft vent, studying flora to ground swelling emotions. Worry wells up in him. What time was this Earth year, had he jumped back really far again. Megatron had renounced the Decepticon cause, he was now Co-captain of the Lost Light, how far back had he jumped in time?.
His spark pulsed a frantic staccato as fear crashed over him. Megatron leading Decepticons - the brutal tyrant had not yet walked his road to redemption. And Traxies was out here without his crew. He needed to get out of here. "Easy there, youngling. Breathe for me now, in and out...you're alright. ain't no Cons to hurt you here."
he choked out, "Time...jumped...how...far..." His spark whirled in helplessness and confusion.Tony spun around seeing the young Mech having a panic attack and quickly moving towards both Rattler and Traxies. “Hey, hey, He's not here can't hurt ya” the human man states while patting Traxies leg.
"C-Can't stop it... ability… it hurts, please...." He choked on static, struggling to regain control over his processor and the memory. He had only ever felt this fear for Megatron once in his lifetime, but he had been grabbed by Ratchet when Optimus and Megatron ended up in a standoff.
Slowly, through sheer force of will, He blinks. The sound of the wind over hills, the wildlife of earth disappears and it's replaced with talking, gears, engines and mechanical components. His energy field flickers like a dying flame. He slumped, utterly spent.
"I'm...sorry. Not meant for time-hopping. Dangerous." He rasped shakily against Rattler's plating, optics dim and blurry. Never had his outlier gifts backlashed so violently. He never had trouble with it when he was younger, but it was only ever little jumps. What if he couldn't return?
Tony's mouth opens and closes, almost stunned at the scenery around them, Rattler holds Traxies close trying to sooth him. "Easy, easy. Think of your happy place, where do you feel happy" Rattler asked, trying to calm the young mech. "Easy Kiddo, it's alright, it's alright" Tony says softly. Their touch almost feels like the memory, similar to when the Ambassador would hug him.
This time he settles quicker, doesn't turn into a sobbing mess he had been when he had jumped to Earth, his optics flickering open, he gazed around also taking in the scenery, reading concern, his optics flicker up to the sky and there they are again, the Two unscared moons staring back at him. Traixes' vocalizer glitched. "Frag I've jumped, it feels like I'm losing control."
He dared not think what becoming truly unmoored between space and time might drive one to. He needed to get back to his crew, back to Ratchet. But exhaustion weighed heavily on his frame as he slumped against Rattler.
Rattler hadn't seen this in Millennium, it was Cybertron alive and beautiful as it once was. Tony stands there just looking stunned as he looks around. "Cybertron? But how...my ability, it never brought others along before!" Steadying himself, Traxies met their gazes, "I will get us back, I swear, frag im so sorry!."
"I think it's best if we find somewhere to lay low pits. I haven't seen this place in stellar cycles" Rattler states. "I second that" Tony's eyes watch the movement of such large bots in awe. "Whatever you do, don't put me on the ground!" The young man says quickly while trying to climb onto Traxies leg.
Traxies’ leans down to grab the young man, helping him to get settled on his shoulder plating
"If I can remember how to get there I might know a place, Don't trust anyone, nor the mech we are staying with" Rattler states, he takes an uneven vent, "Ain't safe, not here at least, list of all for Him" Rattler states motioning to Tony. "Once we have somewhere safe then I'll try and get us some Fuel, ya look half offline Mech" The shuttler didn't like being here. He tries to push it away, optics flickering to Traxies. "Outlier?" He asked softly trying not to make a scene of it.
Traixes nodded, His optics dimmed briefly at the question, but met Rattler's steadily. "Time and space are...difficult for me to fully grasp. Sometimes I slip between - it is not a talent I have mastered controlling, I'm sorry I brought you here." Shame washed his field.
“Ya don't tell anyone, if this Pre-war Cybertron Outlier isn't safe here, it's also best we switch over to Cybertronix, sorry Tony ” he explains and apologies to the human riding on Traxies shoulder.
“Yea, yea. I get it, just keep me updated so I'm not out of the loop” Tony shoots him a nervous look, not liking The dread of being on another planet, but he'd deal with it later.
As they move through the streets a few mech's eye them, watching intensity, Rattler keeps an optic out trying his best to make sure he knows where Traxies and Tony were at all times, not wanting to risk them out here. When he finally leads them to a rather boring looking building, one that Rattler is hoping is the mech he's looking for.
Rattler hammered his massive servo against the nondescript entry, venting gustily as he warily scanned their surroundings. Please let this rustbucket be home - his plating prickled under the stares, every sense attuned for threats.
Finally the latch hissed open, revealing the Yellow and purple Combaticon within. His optics brightened in surprise that swiftly shifted to avarice as optics landed on Rattler's bulk. "Well, well! Never thought I'd see your aft round here after the last hoist, you elusive brute." Swindle's calculating smirk widened as he caught sight of the blue speedster and Organic standing rather close to him.
Rattler growled. "Needa lay low, Swindle, and you owe me. We stay, you keep yaps shut an' servos to yourself. Clear?" He nearly demands while pushing past the mech. His field rippled warning at Swindle who huffed annoyance but stepped aside. His optics focus on the pretty blue bot who nearly sticks to Rattler's side.
“Cozying up with an exotic beauty now, Rattler? My, my, standards slipping or is there profit to be had? And an organic too, you never fail to surprise!” Rattler rounded on him with an engine-rumbling snarl. “Watch it, Swindle. We stay one cycle, no more. Keep your grimy servos and optics to yourself, you hear?” His field radiated violence barely leashed.
Traxies shifted closer to Rattler’s bulk, discomfort writ clear in his field despite Swindle’s conspicuous absence of Decepticon branding. This mech made his platting crawl worse than scraplets.
Swindle lifted his servos in a mockery of contrition. “Easy now, no need for dramatics. Yesh, what crawled up your booster .” His visor roved hungrily over Traxies once more before Rattler’s snarl deepened.“One cycle. Then we vanish, and your glossa with us.” Rattler rumbled, all too aware what kinds of “exchanges” interested Swindle most.
The three vanish into one of the back rooms, huddled together.
Swindle sent out a private notice to one of his clients. // you'll never guess the treasures Rattler just dragged through my doors. A sleek blue speedster, practically untouched - if you catch my meaning. Plus an organic, a real live alien. And i know you have exotic tastes.//
He sends another ping through. //Rattler's never stayed long. I can have them ready for transport within the joor. Knowing him he's going to do a fuel run shortly//
A response comes through only a few kliks after. //The speedster sounds very much one I would like, it's been a while since we have had a new one. But the organic…I want it alive, it be a lovely little message to a Mech which has been a truth thorn in my side. Have them ready within Breem. And this conversation never occurred, is that clear? I trust our transactions remain as discreet as ever, Swindle.//
Swindle's engine revved. //Perfectly clear. Credits it is then. My docking bay, one Breem.// He cut the comm. After all, now it was the waiting game.
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Tears will fall
Summary: Astarion and Halsin had been together for a little while, and one night Star goes to Halsin for help
Cw: self-harm, references to rape/sa, no smut
Halsin and Astarion had been an item for about a week before the druid started to notice some of his partner’s… responses. If anyone were to come up to him too fast, or touch him without asking first, or make a shitty joke about his provocativeness, the elf would excuse himself and quietly walk off to his tent. At first, Halsin thought nothing of it. He knew Astarion long enough to know that he had some issues, and he figured that Astarion would bring them up on his own. But that all came to a halt one night, when the elf practically fell into his tent.
Halsin was trancing, lying quietly on his bedroll when Astarion tumbled through the fabric of his tent. Halsin awoke to the sound of crying and the scent of blood. Oh, how the crimson poured from his love’s veins.
“Please, I need- I need help. I couldn’t get away from the thoughts, and my dagger was right there, and I’m so sorry to wake you like this but there’s no way that I’m going to wake Shadowheart for something like this, and-” Halsin brought a gentle finger to Astarion’s lips, shushing him.
“It’s alright, my heart. Lay down, and I’ll get you fixed up.” The pale elf nodded and laid himself down on Halsin’s bedroll. Halsin searched through his bags for a potion of healing, and gave Astarion one to drink to heal the deeper cuts.
“I take it that you don’t want the others to know?”
“That would be preferred, yes.” Halsin nodded and prepared a spell of greater healing in an attempt to fix up the remaining wounds. There was so much focus in his eyes, a focus that Astarion had never seen being used for good. It felt… nice.
“This may make you a bit drowsy.” With that, Halsin chanted the incantations for the spell, and Astarion’s skin started to weave itself back together.
“There.” After the spell took effect, Halsin started to prepare a cup of tea for Astarion, and began to wash his arms. Once most of the blood was gone, he started to lift up Astarion’s shirt. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, that’s fine.” With permission granted, the druid pulled the shirt up over Astarion’s head, and set it on a crate.
“Here,” he handed him one of his sleep shirts, “You can wear one of mine until we get that cleaned.”
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About an hour later, Astarion was wrapped in Halsin’s arms on the bedroll, softly slipping into a trance. He’d talked with Halsin about what was going through his head, and dove a bit more into his background. When tears started falling from his eyes, Astarion was ashamed. He barged into Halsin’s tent, demanded help, and then had the audacity to cry. But Halsin quickly calmed him, explaining that he never had to apologize for needing help or a place to vent. That made the tears fall faster.
Oh, how he felt loved.
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I know you probably don’t want to dwell on the show and the negative but I absolutely hate what has happened on here and how hateful people are in the VC fandom it’s just very demoralizing and makes me want to retreat from anything besides the books completely. The discourse was spicy before the show but everything is just even more divisive now and it has sucked the fun out of it. Not really an ask more of a vent sorry
Hi there!
You’re correct that I don’t particularly find it fun to dwell on the negative stuff – as you said yourself, SOMETIMES THE DISCOURSE SUCKS THE FUN OUT OF IT. But I do understand how you feel and I want to say a couple things and I hope this helps you find a groove.
First of all, I did my best not to acknowledge it too much because I didn’t want to validate the folks who were being cunts to me lol, but please know that this fandom (at least on Tumblr) has ALWAYS been kinda fucking violent towards me LOL. I started VC tumbling back in 2016 and it’s ALWAYS been a fucking trash fire. It is hard out there for Marius stans lmfao.
Like, when I was first posting on Tumblr and acclimating to the Tumblr culture it was so much of like, me feeling brave enough to share meta only for someone to be RB’ing me to tell me I’m wrong, or me talking about how much I liked something about Marius only for someone to vague me, or it was me hosting the huge fandom Discord back in 2017 only for people to then come on tumblr and complain about how the Discord was way too Marius Friendly as if like, a drama-free space where we can discuss the books makes it a harbor for predators.
Of course I also had the gaggle of fucking morons who were constantly stalking me, catfishing their way into my servers to try to take screenshots and write call outs and cancel me, who would not stop preaching about how “all these big blogs” are “actually such terrible people” because “look at the things they ship” even when I’d never been unkind to them, even occasionally donated to their GFMs. These are folks who think they’re morally in the right for protecting the virtue of Armand’s poor teenage asshole and executed this justice by stalking and harassing an ACTUAL PERSON LOL. Like, listen. I’m sorry to burst ur bubble, but Armand doesn’t exist. He’s letters on a paper. I’m actually a real person and you’re up my fucking ass because I don’t’ even fucking know why, you’re jealous of my fucking Tumblr engagement or something? Which one of us is actually the creep here lol?? Is this a race to the bottom to be the valedictorian of clown school on the website for homeschooled clowns?
I’ve also had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of acephobic discourse, being told I don’t do enough to protect every individual in fandom from their own bullies as if it's my job to do that, being called ableist for how I wrote Daniel in my fics even though I was projecting and discussing my own personal experiences – I’ve also had a project collaborator have a tantrum and try to steal my work until I had to threaten with legal action, I’ve been put on block lists, I’ve had many people consume my fics in secret without actually leaving comments because I’m too toxic for them to communicate with in public.
BLAH BLAH BLAH.
This was all before AMC showed up LMFAO. It was not easy for me! It’s still not always easy!
And so yeah like, by nature of the fandom EXPLODING we are going to see more drama. More people is more drama. The nature of the discourse often hedges into real life issues that people are very opinionated and passionate about and there are conflicting needs inside the same space about how to hold conversations. Even just the other day I RB’d a joke about Anne Rice and OP got upset with me because they didn’t want actual fans interacting with it. Whoops! I didn’t know! I just thought it was funny. ;.;
Even in good faith and with the best of intentions we’re going to step on each other’s toes, and we’re gonna find people we don’t vibe with. And that’s normal and it’s fine.
What ISN’T normal is this inability to disengage that I think we see often in online space, and I don’t want to get into a whole side essay about all the reasons why I think that happens. But sometimes you gotta be the bigger person and take it on the chin.
Like, yeah, it sucks. It sucks the fun out of the room when you share a space with such bitter people who can’t be kind to each other. But like. THAT’S A THEM PROBLEM, YOU KNOW? And I think we gotta remember that sometimes people like that do it for the attention or the spike of dopamine when they can pick a fight and honestly like, you don’t need to waste YOUR OWN time on it, but you’re also doing that person a kindness if you don’t enable the bad behavior.
And it sucks that Tumblr’s mute tools are awful!!!!! It would make navigating so much easier to be able to curate the dash a little better and keep the bad actors out of your space. I sometimes just fuck off and don’t even come online for days if I know I’m not in a good headspace and won’t have the strength to just fucking ignore it, because sometimes drama catches my eye and I get nosy and go down the rabbit hole, too – having ADHD makes it really hard to avoid sometimes LOL – but like I try to be reasonable and love myself enough to avoid it when I can help it. I’m not willing to make my own problems everyone else’s problem, and I hope that some of these shit starters in fandom will get there, themselves.
So yeah it blows when the vibes are fucking atrocious, and it REALLY blows when it’s a fandom this small where you can’t avoid it. Even when it’s a vocal minority it really just kills the fucking mood.
BUT WHAT I WILL SAY.
Whenever I say shit like “write what you want to read” and we’re talking about fanfic, or even meta or even silly headcanon posts or jokes, that also means draw what you want to see, it also means make what you want to hold, apply it to any creation you can think of. Put the thing you want to see into the world. And it counts for fandom, too.
I don’t want to be part of a fandom that’s constantly infighting and attacking people, so I don’t fight and attack people. I don’t want to be called a predator for being a Marius fan and so I don’t engage in posts that say as much, not even to argue, because I don’t want my followers (who might also be Marius fans!) to have to see that on their dash. I want us to protect our peace and create a space we want to be in.
Like I have a policy that any time someone says I’m a freak or any time I see truly godawful word salad discourse, I go out of my way to post something kinky and offputting about Marius LMFAOOOO because I want to be surrounded by reasonable fun people who share my sensibility for fiction. AND SOMETIMES IT’S CRICKETS, AND SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO WORK HARD TO FIND YOUR PEOPLE. But at the end of the day I know I’m being my most sincere self and I’m trying to have a good time and just post fun things that I enjoy. And like, the book fandom is small as fuck and we’re all famished, but I think if more of us did that, we’d build a much more productive and tolerant space.
And for all the shit I’ve mentioned, all the drama and attacks and all the times people have harassed me or tried to make me feel small, you know what? I just got back from @apoptoses & @cup-of-lixx 's wedding and they met in VCblr! We spent all week with our VCblr friends! We all went to New Orleans together last Halloween !
When I used to work on ships it was like a fandom friend world tour! I had so many coffees in port with my vampire friends!
I’ve learned so much about writing from all the time I’ve spent here and the community of writer friends who supported me! There’s folks I met on VCblr that I talk to LITERALLY every day! They are such huge parts of my life and genuine life-long friends!!!!!!
Sometimes it seems like the ROI is garbage but like, so much of finding the joy is also learning to protect yourself from the negativity.
It IS out there. It DOES suck. And it’s lonely when you haven’t found your people yet. But fandom doesn’t have to be the 500 angry assholes arguing with each other about a fucking TV show, it can be your 3 besties in a private group chat having a great time.
Like I just drove @hekateinhell to the airport (met THROUGH TUMBLR!) and on the way back I was listening to an episode of Last Day and they were discussing the concept that “community is a life raft” and it hit me so hard man!!!!!!!!!!!
Find your people! Block the shit starters! Mute discourse buzzwords that you know are going to upset you!
Keep! Posting! What! You! Want! To! See!!
Fandom is self-generating, we can do this!
My inbox is always open and BELIEVE ME I have been motherfucking persona non grata in this place before and I know how rancid the vibe can be so please come talk any time it's grinding you down, I got you!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Bad Flux
Jazz woke up with his denta clamped shut and his servos locked to the side of his berth. He vented silently once, twice. Once he could pry his own servos off the berth, he checked his grappling cable, extending and retracting it. It was in one piece. It hadn't gone snap, recoiling hard enough to send him reeling backwards. A blue and red chassis hadn't tumbled down a cliff and gone crack-
He was going to need to check if he wanted to get any more recharge.
Jazz opened his room's vent with practiced motions, sliding neatly into it. A quick ping to Red Alert ensured that he wouldn't be mistaken for an intruder. He ignored the return ping's insistence that he should have filed a schedule in advance. Normally, he preferred the halls, but he wasn't up to performing right now. Red Alert was going to be checking the vent cameras no matter what Jazz replied with, he could figure that out for himself.
It wasn't exactly difficult to traverse the vents. They were sized for maintenance, making sure they could care for the Ark while she slept. Jazz's flexibility meant he was second only to minibots and cassettes when it came to working in the vents, and the top choice for any area that required a delicate servo or top level security clearance. He could navigate to Optimus's habsuite by vent without onlining his optics.
A quiet, fond exvent escaped him as he neared it. The suspiciously datapad-shaped glow at Optimus's desk indicated that he definitely wasn't going to be waking his Prime. He clattered the vent politely before dropping in. It wasn't polite to activate someone's combat protocols when they were supposed to be recharging, regardless of if they were actually doing so.
"Good evening, Jazz," Optimus greeted him as Jazz fixed the vent cover back into place behind himself. Jazz huffed softly at his tone. The mech acted like they were in the mess hall rather than Jazz catching him skipping recharge for… he crossed the room to crane his neck at the datapad.
"Are those resumes?" Jazz demanded, half indignant that he was learning about a potential new crew member via snooping. He was supposed to be one of the first mechs consulted about additions. "For what?"
Optimus's audials dipped sheepishly. "It has come to my attention that it may be prudent for us to bring on a doctor familiar with human physiology, given how close some humans are to our operations."
"By which ya mean Ratchet bitched about that he can't fix Sparkplug up if he an' Wheeljack get too creative," Jazz interpreted, settling one of his servoes on his waist.
"…perhaps," Optimus conceded, optics not meeting Jazz's.
Jazz shook his helm, venting lightly. "Prime, don't be doing this now. Ratchet and I'll need ta check it over anyway. Skippin' recharge'll have him on your aft the whole time, and you both hate when he has to be a hardaft about your health."
"And what are you doing here, then?" Optimus grumbled, hunching over the datapad.
Jazz looked away, pulling his EM field close to his body. He didn't make a sound. He didn't think that he could admit aloud that he'd had a bad recharge flux and run to Optimus like a newbuild to their mentor.
Optimus's attention immediately shifted, datapad switched off and set on the desk without a thought. "Jazz," he coaxed softly. "Come here."
Jazz hesitated. He was supposed to be the second, standing at Optimus's shoulder. Strong enough to back his every decision, not weak enough to need to hide behind him.
"Please?" Optimus's servo was stretched towards him, hopeful. His optics were bright, kind, and warm. Jazz couldn't help but overlay the image in front of him with the moment when Optimus had asked him - for a Prime, the mech hated giving orders - to be his second.
His ability to resist Optimus's honest kindness had not improved.
Jazz took it, and let Optimus tug them both into his berth. The hauler turned warframe, strong enough to haul Skyfire when they were both wheeled, applied only the gentlest pressure to guide them both into position. When Optimus was pleased with how they were settled, he was curled close enough to hear his friend's spark humming, but able to see the habsuite door. His servos were both free, and Optimus's own back was nestled against a solid wall.
Primus, he loved this mech.
"Recharge well, Jazz," Optimus rumbled gently. "All will be well."
Jazz believed him.
He sank into recharge in the safest position he knew of, and there were no more fluxes.
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𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
Authors note: by the way there’s a poll at the bottom for who I should do next! Also as a side note please listen to your piercer about piercing care: no mouths should go on nipples for between 6-8 weeks post piercing MINIMUM.
Rating: M (not sexually explicit but implies actively VERY heavily)
Summary: TFP!Ratchet finds out your nipples are pierced. That’s it. End tweet.
Content warnings: talk of pain of piercing, reader has boobs and wears a padded bra but is not explicitly referred to as a woman, ratchet being ratchet, ALMOST valveplug it stops before the good part, reader is minority injured
He first noticed the body modifications while he was doing a full scan of your body. You’d taken a mean tumble down a ravine, holding an auto bot artifact close to your chest as you fell straight through the bright green ground bridge.
You’d twisted your ankle, and were covered in scraps in bruises that adrenaline refused to let you feel. Ratchet, ever diligent as a team medic, insisted on doing a full body scan to make sure you hadn’t injured anything during you “child-like hill roll”. Which it was NOT, mind you. A hundred feet down a rocky, dusty ravine that was practically vertical was no where near as pleasant as the grassy Piedmont hills from your childhood memories.
Ratchet snaps you out of your thoughts. “Care to tell me about the partially healed wounds on your breast tissue?”
You know he isn’t give you a choice, especially when Arcee, Bulkhead and Optimus Prime turn to look at you. “No, not really.”
Ratchet sighs. His vents stutter at your lack-luster, brat-like outburst. “Then would you care to tell me why there are pieces of metal stuck in them?”
“Also, no.”
You hear the heavy foot falls of Optimus Prime rather than see him approach because of the holes you’re staring into the grates of the floor of the platform. Frankly, you’d rather take that tumble four times than look at either of the bots right now.
Optimus calls your name firmly, quietly but with an authority that grabs your heart, squeezes it, and twists it out of your chest and into your throat. “If you ever need medical assistance,” you see his servo holding the railing in your peripheral vision, and still don’t look up, “you can always come to us.”
Ratchet huffs in agreement. “I can’t have you dying on us because you feel like a cold is too much of a bother for me.” You can see under the grumpy, huffy exterior, he’s hurt because you didn’t come to him. And it makes your heart swell because you really like him.
But in the same beat it also hurts you because you hurt him.
“It’s not an injury,” you confess, counting the holes in the grates of the platform. You’ve counted fourth-seven so far, “it’s a cosmetic modification I got, on earth they’re called piercings.”
“Like the ones Miko has in her ears?” Bulkhead chimes in.
“Yeah!” You exclaim, significantly less embarrassed now that someone understands at least a little bit. “Technically you can get them in a lot of places but the ears, nose, and belly button are the most common.”
Ratchet sighs. “How long have you had them?”
“Seven weeks.”
“So they’re still healing?”
You nod your head.
Ratchet scoops you up into his hand, so you don’t have to walk closer to the part of the med-bay he uses for humans. “I’m sure they need to be looked at after you took that tumble.”
Your face turns bright red in an instance. “I’m not showing you my nipples, at least buy me dinner first!”
“I’m a doctor,” Ratchet responds, putting you down on a tiny medical berth.
“And? Just take me somewhere fancy.” You can hear Wheeljacks laughter in the back of room.
“Just take your shirt off,” Ratchet grumbles, “brat.”
You peel the torn piece of formerly-white-now-clay colored shirt over your head, and unclip the basically destroyed bra underneath. They were sweaty, grimy and NOT going back on your body if you could help it, sitting shirtless in front of your giant robot alien crush be damned. Luckily, Optimus would not bear witness to your upper anatomy -thank god- as he had turned around and left the med-bay with you and Ratchet. You’re glad that at least he’s respecting your privacy.
Ratchet comes in with an alcohol wipe the size of a small blanket, and starts to gently wipe at all the cuts that litter your torso.
It stings, and you say as much as you squirm away from it.
“Don’t make me hold you still like a petulant child,” Ratchet says, as one servo cups behind your back tenderly but firmly, like how you hold a petulant child.
You pout at him as he wipes the dirt away from the cuts.
“Did they hurt?” He asks eventually, wiping at a nasty gash below your collar bone.
“Huh?”
“The piercings.” He elaborates. Despite the tumble you took, the uncomfortable push up bra took all of the damage, leaving your chest unscathed.
“Not really,” you answer, “my HPV vaccine was worse. It felt like a pinch, and my nipples felt like they were in ice water for like four hours, but that’s the been the extent of the pain from the piercing process itself.”
You can see some of the tension leave from his heavy stare.
“One time Bumblebee’s seatbelt caught on it and that hurt, but that’s it, really.”
Ratchet lifts an optical ridge, “why would you get a body modification that causes you pain?”
At this point, he’s still cupping your back with one servo, and still wiping you down with the wipe, but he’s already gotten all the cuts. You wonder why he’s still doing it. To ask you more questions, perhaps?
“It’s less that it causes me more pain and more that it increases sensitivity.”
Ratchet’s face flushes pink with the rush of energeon to his faceplates. “So it’s a modification to increase pleasure?”
You nod your head, face an equal amount of pink. “It also looks cute.”
He pulls the wipe away from your body, and slowly brings his faceplate closer to you, to your chest.
“I suppose it does,” he whispers softly, almost to himself. You almost didn’t hear him. Almost.
“I’m glad you think so,” you whisper back, flush reaching down your neck, past the tan-line from your t-shirt.
His eyes flicker up to yours, and through the ozone thickening in the room, you can see some unfamiliar emotions spark in Ratchet’s optics. “I suppose we should test the sensitivity of these, shouldn’t we?”
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The Hypno-Tech’s Spell Part 1
Part 1

The passionate and very surreal power of Hypno-techno Wizard using his magic wand of his to cause a storm of unknown and true legendary power.Captain America and Bucky Barnes stares up and down the pathway of the upper way chambers of the building and overlooks the entire scene.
Something is off though as he takes a nose dive from the roof top descending into a craze of the crowd shouting at the top of their lungs.He tucks his feet into a cannon ball form to the ground with a superhero landing into a backflip and he tumbles down the road then lands happily.
He removes his shield as the fiery level of a storm brewing in the fog begins to spiral into the air the thunder crackles and lightening is striking. The flags shield is harshly thrown hard into the nearest wall hitting it ricocheting back and forth as Captain America lands catches it.
The man walks up to him without even half of a second like thought with the wave of his wand he points at him the flow of a cloud of smoke. The air flows around like a vent covering up the surrounding area, Captain America is a legendary hero with his shield he looks to attack.
The smoke lifts spinning into a curling ball like position it enters his nose leaving him hazed, intoxicating, and he falls backwards to the ground. His eyes roll back into the socket pure white as the pupils become clear before his eye lashes flip up and the lids close immediately following through.
The smirk pummels Captain Americas brain encircling him the cloudy smoke completely consumes him as his body lays limp and helpless. Captain wakes up in the middle of the haze of his mind he is at lost unaware of what is going around fans he is unsure of how he gets out.
Meanwhile! Outside of his mind the younger man knelt next to him placing his hand onto Steve’s face rubbing it slowly Steve’s mouth spread. A smile spreading fully with his tongue is red wagging from his mount spittle trickling all that is onto his chin and he can’t find any moment to fight back.
The man’s hand traces down to his lower patch of the pants playing with his cock without entering his pants Steve moans, swoons, and his cock grow stiff. Erstwhile! Inside of his head the man stood tall above Steve’s kneel position cupping his chin the fog grows eradicating his nerves as he surrenders.
“Captain…Captain…Captain America “
“Who is this? Are you that Tech Wizard”
“Does it matter? You are mine”
“Hell no! I am in charge”
“Is that what you think? You are so cocky”
“I am in awe of the nerve of you”
“Ever the boyscout”
“You seem to have issue with that “
“Oh Captain! You are so weak now”
“Uuuuhhhh! No…dare you “
“You can’t even think straight”
“Blastard”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“You really are the star spangled man”
“Get off of me”
“Why should I do as you ask?”
“You are evil”
“I am everything and everyone “
“I can see that “
“Yes Master”
“It feels so good to embrace it”
“I love you Steve “
“I love you too Master”
“How can I please you ?”
“Rise to your feet”
“Kiss me “
“I mean like this is be end all”
“Wrap your arms on my waist”
“Yank me forward “
“Work for it “
“Oh Master”
“My God”
“I crave you “

“Hey Buck! Are you looking for me?”
“Steve is that you?”
“Of course “
“Who is this?”
“My Master”
“You will join us”
“Fuck no”
“Wake up Steve!”
“You have one choice Buck”
“Excuse me!”
“No other options”
“I am your lord and master”
“Accept me!”
“Be his Bucky”
“He is your Master”
“Nnnnooooo!”
“Will do this the hard way “
“You want to fight Steve.”
“Pin him down “
“Yes Master”
“Let me go”
“Steve”
“Watch my wand”
“Release….”
“Hahaha”
“Zip it”
“Good boi!”
“Steve”
“Yes Master”
“Remove his clothes “
“With pleasure”
“Mmmmmm”
“Fuck Sire”
“This body is firm”
“Buck you are adjusting to my reality “
“Yyyyyeeeessss!”
“You love me”
“You crave me”
“You serve me”
“You are my soldier “
“My protector “
“My everything”
“Yes Master”
“Kneel and swear your allegiance’s”
“I give you my mind body and heart and soul “
“I live for you “
“Accept my service “
“Excellent! Follow me to the map and let me show you my plan. The Winter Soldier activated for me to serve me and complete the mission.”
Part 2



Steve Rogers is on the hunt tightly wound up in a jet flying above Gotham City provided by himself as he stoled it from Tony Starks airbase. He slips the door to the side packing his jet pack on before taking a leap off of the jets bow and descending down head first as he does a somersault.
He lands with a perfect ten onto the roof in a super hero fashion because he wants to truly impress me with his moves but all I care about is the mission He rolls to the glass ceiling smashing all of the glass as it shatters on the glass doing a super landing into Wayne Tech’s roof top tier lab.
The laboratory is spectacularly clean, shiny and everything I could expect from the video feed I implanted in his mask but I am alerted to sound erupting as he opens the door. He throws his shield head on hitting on the wall it takes a dive smashing a shadowy like figure on the head as he goes down into the wall.
It is Doctor Langstrom the Man Bat clearly he is cured of the curse but now he works for me triggering the alarm as I can see a figure fly throw the sky. The Batman descends from the sky with his cape flying in the air and with one punch he hits him knocking him to the floor he sets my trap.
The whirlwind of drama is unleashing onto him the walls begin to break with steel like trap doors dropping down to the floor of the room. Batman is now entrapped forever to my will as Steve and Bucky step into the light of it all.
The room is bold glowing with bright white lights covering the space blocking and he is totally blinded by his own fall to submission at my feet. He follow them stopping in the center of the room my power is felt here and throughout because simply my power is inescapable.
Erstwhile! In the building across the street Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin watch as they are ready to attack them head on right before they can move a loud tick goes off once more and the ticking stops as the building blows up in a sea of fire they are stunned The Batman is dead they rage with anger.
Walking through the fire all three of us look so amazing blazing a trail as they use the batarangs to fly away in the sky landing on to the grounds of the city they come face to face with me ready to fight but their extreme and dangerous weapons are a go to beat the will our of me.
I giggle a bit holding hand outward telling them to stop holding them in place my magic device is now in control of all three of them my wand pops in my hand with my two soldiers attacking them the battlis brutal but it needs to be finished with the operation running on through the very early morning.
“Excuse me!”
“How on earth did you get here?”
“Not for you too worry about it”
“Look at me and face me”
“You are my property “
“Address me as Master Lawrence “
“Yes Master Lawrence “
“Will you serve me willingly?”
“A touch of my wand to your temple and you will submit.”
“I am at your mercy “
“Your God”
“Completely command me”
“Subdue your friends “
“Lovely”
“Before you do”
“Yes Master”
“Kiss me”
“Wrap your hands on me”
“Good boi”
“My god”
“I love you “
“Red Hood”
“Robin”
“Catch”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“Woah”
“Aaaahhhh”
The end
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Bridges



Following on from @idiotwithanipad 's Confession. Silver tries to find a way to cheer up her friend.
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"I knew this would happen."
Silver glanced up from her desk and the book she'd been engrossed in.
"What's thou mean, milady?" She asks, watching as Amy entered her room and hurled herself down on the bedsheets, head in her arms.
She took no offence to her friend entering the chambers unannounced in such a fashion. It wasn't truly 'her' room after all, merely a privilege extended by Lord Humphrey while she recovered from her ordeal. Most of her bandages had already been removed now to allow the good air to do the rest, and there was very little pain when she walked - but neither Humphrey or Sophie seemed to be in any rush to say either her or Mary could return to their cottage, as well as their duties.
But she and Amy had become used to entering each other's spaces without the need for knocking or invitations. Almost as if she were a sister, as opposed to a maid. Such a funny thought, one she would definitely keep tucked up in the back of her head.
Amy let out a huff as she rolled onto her back and glared at the ceiling.
"Father. He hates me now."
Silver immediately closed her book and went over to the bed.
"Where dids thou come up with such nonsense? Your da doth worship the ground ye treads on!" She insisted.
"Not since I told him about grandpapa. He can barely stand to be around me." Amy vented, more angry than saddened; "Have you not noticed his absences at meal times?"
"He be very busy, milady. He hath much business to attends to, now that..."
A pause. Silver bit her lip, fingers squeezing her other hand above her scars.
Amy rolls to meet her eyes.
"Now that grandpapa has unofficially disowned us?" She finishes.
Silver nods. She had been unaware until recently just how much Lord Bone had still held so much control over this estate. And it's clear that he always intended to keep that control until his death, never having fully prepared Humphrey as he should have done decades ago. Poor man is having to learn everything on his own, as if he were back to being a young man fresh out of school as opposed to a man approaching forty.
Amy frowns; "Because of me?"
"Them be not my words, milady." Silver stated, fiercely.
"It be the truth though. Had I kept my mouth shut then..." She cringed, face twitching with guilt.
Silver sat down on the bedsheets, next to her.
"Your da already penned his letter before thy confession. All it did was add to his haste to be rid of the man." She tried to reason; "If there be any blame there, it be mine, t'was I who enc'ored his wrath and your father saw him beating."
Her friend closed her eyes and then sat up, pulling off her French hood and letting her black hair tumble free. The look of rage melted into a defeated, solemn stare into nothing, as she succumbed to Silver's logic.
The young maid shuffled closer and began absent mindidly braiding parts of her Lady's hair.
"Do not mistake me. I am glad Papa saved you and saw my grandfather for what he is at last. I am happy we are free...even if somewhat worse off financially." Amy sighed, "But that was enough to get him out of our lives. All telling him about what he's been doing to me is...pull us further apart."
"I do nots think that be true, milady."
"Last night I went to his study to say goodnight. He used to always come to me but he was still finishing work." She vented; "He just said 'sleep well, Amy', smiled, then got back to writing."
She caught Silver's rather confused look.
"Oh I know it don't sound like much but...Papa almost never calls me Amy in private. It just felt so...off."
Now Silver understood. Of course, Amy's da always calls her 'Poppet'. She hadn't noticed him dropping the tender endearment since her revelation in the sitting room.
"Stress can harden even the most dotin' parents. Thou should see how vexed my mummy would get during a poor harvest." She tried to console; "Some days, if me or Da dids pester her too much or nots clear ups after ourselves, she woulds stomp and screech like an angry duck, she woulds!"
That brought the briefest flicker of a smile to Amy's face at the thought of someone as sweet and scatty as Mary getting in a bad mood.
"Speaking of mothers, my own is now the exact opposite." Amy tutted; "She's constantly hugging me and looking as though she's about to cry. She scarcely leaves me alone, wants to brush my hair at night as if I were a child again, checks in on me constantly during my tutoring sessions - no longer to scald me for any mistakes, simply to be there. Elle m'étouffe!"
Silver began to giggle.
Her lady turned her head, making the braid slip from Silver's fingers.
"It's not funny!"
Silver stifled herself; "Forgive me, milady. But one moment ye wish for thy da to show thee more affection. Next ye bemoan thy mummy for showin' thee too much! Ye be like Goldilocks, 'cept with mas and das, 'stead of porridge."
Her friend folded her arms, a slight pout on her lips.
"Is not the moral of that tale for something to be a balance of both?" She challenged.
"I is pretty sure the moral be not to steal from bears."
Amy grabbed a pillow and gently batted her companion in the stomach. Silver merely giggled before getting back to her braiding.
"Me thinks ye parents just be handling this different. I has seen my mummy converse with Her Ladyship in the gardens. Mummy says she has been asking her for advice, having feared her coldness towards thee may have been partly to blame for what happened. That she feels she left ye vulnerable to that demon's clutches." Silver shares, "I woulds assume she be trying to compensate."
Amy scoffed; "Bit late for that now."
"Better late than never, milady." Silver says with a gentle nudge to her ribs.
Her friend fiddled with the ends of her sleeves as she looked down at her lap.
"And Papa? Has he said anything to Mary?" She asks, quietly.
"No, milady, I is afraid not. Other than the odd pleasantries when they pass." Silver answered; "Menfolk find it much more difficult to confide their true feelings. My dear Uncle Jim used to tell me the treasure trove of a man's secrets be in the tavern and the ears of his brothers."
"Father has no brothers. Or many friends. And he doesn't drink either...at least not at home. I think." Amy stated.
"Must be even more difficult for him then. If he not even be confiding in the Lord Jesus then he must be bottlin' all those feelings up tight. T'is never healthy, as ye know full well, my friend."
The young nobewoman's fingers had been twitching to pinch at her own wrists. She tightens her hand into a fist. Silver reached over to pat it. She's been doing very good lately, staying away from her drawer of needles.
"Hmm...I mights have an idea though." Silver ponders aloud.
"What's that?"
"Well....we could always ask our dear wild friend to follow your da around? He might overhear him making some confessions of his own in private or with others...We coulds get a glimpse of his feelings through him as our messenger."
"You mean spy?"
Silver shrugged; "To puts it dramatically, sure."
Amy glanced around the room.
"Is...Is he here now?"
"No, milady. Usually at this time, he be out in the woods, chasin' the squirrels." She smirks; "He be half puppy, I is sure of it."
Amy blinked; "I....I remember us chasing them together in the garden. When I was little. Squirrels and butterflies...One time we discovered a hedgehog. He told me not to pick it up, but I tried anyway and...I can recall the prickles against my fingers..."
Silver watched her friend look at her fingertips. Had her attempts to treat her skin like a pin cushion all these years been an attempt to take her back to such a treasured memory? A time of innocence and joy, before Lord Bone ever darkened her doorway?
"I hate that you can see him but I can't." Amy admits; "I don't blame you at all but...I can't help feeling jealous."
"Don't fret, milady. T'is understandable. I woulds feel the same if by some means only thee could speak to someone I loved but I coulds not." Silver comforted; "Ye can always talk to him though, he often be with thee and loves to listen."
"I don't want to be talking to thin air if I'm not sure he's here without you. And it...just feels silly." She moaned, "Maybe I should just throw myself out the window, then Papa will be free of me, he and Grandfather can make amends, and I can chase squirrels with the wild dead man for eternity."
"Don't jest on such things, please."
"Who mentioned jesting? You and I would still be friends!"
Now it was Silver's turn to bat her Lady with the pillow.
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"Me spy on little Lordy man for Stompy?" Rogh frowns, sat on the table in the groundskeeper cottage.
"That be a problem?" She asked.
"No. But he usually big boring to watch. Always prefer Sophie, she funny, learn new French words." He explained, "Little Lordy man mostly write and write and talk money when I pass him."
Silver sprinkled more marigold into the pot of water simmering on the stove before chopping up some rosemary.
"We just wish to know why he's suddenly being so cold to Lady Amy. I is sure he will confide in someone." She explained, stirring her mix clockwise; "Sorry it not be the most thrilling of quests, ancient one, but ye must admit it be very out of character for him."
Rogh grunted in agreement; "He love Stompy from moment he held her. Most men no good to daughters these days, want to trade them off like meat or furs. He still want to keep Stompy close like precious cub."
"Exactly. She needs his succor now more than evers. I is sure he his heart could not have frozen. I do wish Amy would just confront her da but she be too afraid."
"Me not surprised. Big Lordy Man tell her for so long that her parents cast her out if she tell truth. Lock her in prison for mad people."
Bastard. Years of conditioning and abuse would be very hard to undo. And perhaps Amy wasn't the only one who's head the man had twisted up. After all, Humphrey had been the first child in his claws.
Silver clicked her tongue before adding some slices of apple to rest on the surface of her brew before stirring in some more thyme.
"God willing, he soon be the one locked up and the key thrown into the sea." She muttered.
Rogh took a big sniff of the scent filling the small house.
"What Petite Lune brew?"
"A gift for my Lady." She smiled, "I dids visit my mentor, Mother Brighe, early this morning. Asked her if there be a way for Livings who do not possess the Sight to see the Dead."
He frowned; "What you need that for? You already see Dead."
"I told thee. T'is for Amy." She smiled at him; "For the two of thee to be reunited at last."
The ancient spirit stared, taken aback. His paw rubbed at a patch of fur on his front.
"You make Stompy see Rogh again?"
"I intends to try."
"She ask for this? She say she want to speak to me?" He asked.
"Well.....Not directly as such. But in a sense." Said Silver with a shrug; "She dids say she envied my ability to see thee. That I cans say for sure."
"....And Petite Lune know how to make happen?"
"I believe so. Mother Brighe said that, in her day, many would seek her aide to commune with those in the beyond. But such practices be condemned with the coming of Christendom."
"Ooh, me remember. Big long time ago now. Tribes would seek out Wise Elder for special drink that make them see Rogh."
Silver dropped her spoon and turned to him.
"Thou knew all this time there existed such a potion and neglected to tell me?!"
He held up his paws; "You never ask!"
She groaned; "Ye coulds have spared me five mile walk, ye great beast! Lord help me. Bet thou even remembers the recipe, doesn't thou?"
"No..." He said, bashfully; "....Should really add more mugwart, it open mind's eye."
She tossed the spoon at his head.
Two hours later, Silver strained the contents of her brew through a tea strainer and into a large iron flask. She poured out the contents into a small cup.
"Right. Time for the moment of truth." She said, picking it up with both hands.
"Ey, me thought you say this for Stompy?" Asked Rogh.
"I cannots allow my Lady to drink it without first testing it myself." She explained; "Mother Brighe warned me that too strong a dose can cause a prolonged sleep, sometimes even worse. I have no intention on indulging Lady Amy's death wish."
"Sure. Deny Rogh new friend."
Silver shot him a look; "Thou dids not mean that."
He blushed. Of course he didn't, but she could understand his desire to have someone else in his realm of the unliving. Someone to touch.
Silver took the cup to her old bed, in her little space seperated from her mother's in their split bedroom.
"Thou will stay with me, yes? Otherwise I shall have to go down to the basement and ask the folks there to watch over me." She said to Rogh.
He nodded.
"Will stay close to Petite Lune. Make sure she no mess up."
"I is grateful for the confidence." She smirked at him.
Taking a deep breath, she held the cup to her lips.
"Jesus, protect me. Gods of old, open the doors of mine mind, allow my soul to traverse the road to Annwyn. So mote it be." She whispered, before taking a drink.
The taste was hardly pleasant. Few spiritual blends were. She swallowed the warm liquid and then set the cup aside before laying back on her pillow, which felt far less comfortable after weeks sleeping on feathered ones.
Quickly, she felt her eyelids grow heavy. Rogh shuffled closer, his furry face hovering over hers, looking more fearful by the second.
"Oooh....me think you make it too strong...Too many juniper berries-."
Her eyes closed. Darkness consumed her.
For a moment it felt like she was swimming through black syrup. No idea which direction she was supposed to be heading. She did her best to cling to Mother Brighe's advice.
When traversing the spirit realm, it's important to remember that the mind shapes everything. What clothes, what tools, even the body one takes with them. She was leaving her shell behind. The soul has no set shape, it is fluid, transformative.
Calming herself, she forgets how thick the black syrup she seems to be drowning in is. Instead, she falls deeper. Down. Down.
Eventually, she feels herself falling faster. Light as air. The bed supporting her has dissolved. The scent of her potion claims her senses. It's like no dream she's ever experienced before. She's not a passive character. Every wriggle of her hands and feet is by her own will.
Finally, she takes a breath. A sound escapes her.
Small.
She steps forward, not realising that her eyes are still closed. Arms outstretched, she calls out.
"Rogh? Is thou still there? Oof!"
Whatever had been beneath her feet had vanished with her next step, sending her tumbling forwards into the dark.
"Woah! Gotchu!" A gruff voice - Rogh's voice - assures her as a pair of hands catch her around her middle.
Hands. His hands.
She gasps; "It worked! Dids it truly work? I can feel thee!" She pats her hands up his arms.
Skin. Rough, hairy skin. Strong, solid arms. Fur. So fluffy. Scraps of leather.
"Uhh...me think it work..."
"Thinks? I....What's wrong with my voice?" Why did it sound so....squeaky?
"...Me think Petite Lune should open eyes." He said, wearily.
Oh. Yes, that would help.
She blinks them open. There he is, staring at her dumbfounded, holding her at arms length.
"Hehehe, hooray! I did it! I...." She glanced down at herself, noticing her feet were off the floor. Her dress looked different. Poorer. Familiar.
Wait....
She glanced at her hands. Chubby little fists. Looking over her shoulder, she saw herself lying on the bed. Her real body. Ten and seven. Breathing. Alive, thank God.
But her current form...her 'spirit' form, seemed to have chosen the shape it had been the day her life had changed forever. The day she had been rescued from death after tumbling from Da's cart and received her Gift.
She looked back at Rogh, whose lips twitched until he burst out laughing.
"Don't thou dare-."
"Petite Lune Cub!" He cheered, lifting her five year old body up and tossing her in the air. "Aww, look how cute!"
"Puts me down, ye savage!" She squealed, trying to wriggle out of his hands. She knew she should have tested it with the plague ridden folk! "This be no game!"
With some effort, she managed to squirm out and land on the floor.
"Oh come on. Need to make sure it work!" He chuckled, seeming like a furry giant as he towered over her; "Hey, Petite Lune ticklish cub?"
She didn't give him the opportunity to find out. Just as he was about to leap for her, she turned and reached for her sleeping body's hand.
The second her little fingertips touched her own, her real eyes opened.
Rogh's face fell tragically as his arms grasped at nothing, Silver's spirit returning back to its shell.
"Aww, it just getting good!" He moped, like a child who just had a piece of cake snatched from his hands.
"Stop ye sulking! This be for Amy, remember?" Silver said, sitting up and patting down her adult body in relief.
Her wild man rubbed at his arm.
"What if she no want to drink? No want to see Rogh?" He asked, nervously.
Silver tilted her head, giving a sympathetic look; "I is sure she misses thee as much as ye do her, sweetheart. And if she declines my gift..." She sighs; "Then I shall let thee chase my young soul around all ye wishes."
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“Who is there?” Turgon called, though it hardly mattered.
No-one would live.
The figure still stood unmoving, not answering his question.
“Show yourself!”
Again, his command went unanswered. But Turgon still lowered his sword. Whoever this was, whoever had chosen to disobey a direct order of their king, this was not the time to turn his sword on another elf.
Then the figure moved at last, drawing back his hood, and Turgon felt hot, sickening wrath boil in his guts.
“You!”
Turgon’s voice rose with his sword-arm, anger momentarily drowning out all fear and despair. That his nephew had the nerves to seek him out here after all that he had done, to disturb his final moments that he really rather would have taken to himself, when this was all Maeglin’s fault, when he had betrayed them, had betrayed Turgon’s love and trust, when he had treated him as a son…
“Have you come to finish this? Have you come to take down the king? Help yourself, then. I daresay dying through a sword is less uncomfortable than suffocating, or burning to death, or being crushed as the tower tumbles. But is that not a high price you pay for the satisfaction of personally taking my life, Maeglin? For there is no escaping this, not unless you trust in your master to rescue you!”
Turgon’s words seemed to have struck a nerve, for Maeglin screwed up his face as though in agony, and yelled back: “He is not my master! How… how can you say… he tortured me! He snatched me out of the mines, and imprisoned me and tortured me and threatened to… to kill everyone!”
Pity stirred in Turgon, though it did not as yet surmount his anger.
“And what difference does it now make? Everyone is dying right now. Did you expect him to show mercy? Did he promise you rule over my city, once I am dead? Idril’s hand against her will, once her husband and son are gone?”
Maeglin raised his arms above his face as though Turgon had aimed a blow at him, which again made Turgon wince. What use was it to vent his feelings at his nephew now? Maeglin would pay for his betrayal with his life, just as Turgon would, so was it not now time to be the wiser of them, and lay aside his wrath, and comfort his nephew when comfort was due?
He therefore sheathed his sword again, and stretched out a consoling arm towards Maeglin.
“Is your mother safe?” he asked hoarsely.
Fear still shimmered in Maeglin’s eyes, but he nodded nonetheless, which sent waves of relief through Turgon.
“I think so. I saw her with Idril and Glorfindel last, after Tuor had carried Eärendil away. I think they all… they all went to safety. The way that Idril designed.”
Now it was Turgon’s turn to nod, both to signal his understanding and his approval at Maeglin not talking aloud about Idril’s tunnel. No-one could know at this stage what the enemy could hear, where all his ears were hidden.
Somewhat to Turgon’s surprise, Maeglin did not seem consoled by Turgon’s gesture at all, rather the contrary. Tears were flowing freely over his sooty face now, and he tore at his hair, looking utterly, utterly forlorn.
“Maeglin…”
“I don’t deserve your comfort, uncle!” he screamed “You know not what I have done!”
“Of course I know what you have don…”
“No!” Maeglin screeched, looking quite deranged. “No, you do not. I… I tried to kill the boy. I thought… I thought that if I could get Tuor and Eärendil out of the way, I could…”
Dread filled Turgon’s insides like lead. Yes, he had long known about Maeglin pining for Idril, but he had largely ignored it, especially since his daughter had so clearly rejected her cousin. And if Maeglin had been a little cool towards Eärendil, well, Turgon had just assumed that his nephew was simply not comfortable around children. But never, ever, would he have thought Maeglin capable of murdering a child.
“Is he…”
Turgon’s voice failed him. He could not bring himself to ask.
“He is safe, I… I couldn’t. I saw Amil approaching with Idirl, and couldn’t. I set him down, and Tuor snatched him up and they all disappeared. Which surprised me. I thought Tuor would kill me for sure.”
“I am glad he did not.” Turgon whispered, his voice all but failing him.
It was getting ever hotter and more difficult to breathe through the thickening smoke. It would not be long now, and he was getting weary. This idle wait for his death worse than seeking it in battle.
Turgon therefore let himself slide to the floor by the window, hoping that the little bit of fresh air would make suffocating a little more bearable. Maeglin still stood unmoving, and Turgon held out an arm in a silent invitation, and sighed in relief when Meaglin tentatively accepted it and sat down beside him. He could really do with some company just now.
“Why do you do this? Why are you not shouting at me, or duelling me or… have you not understood what I have just told you?”
“Because I meant what I said. I truly am glad that Tuor did not lay hand on you.”
“How though? Don’t you wish I had never come to Gondolin?”
The incredulity in Maeglin’s voice made Turgon’s heart clench.
“No. I am glad you are here now, and I am glad that you were and are a part of my life. You made a mistake, a huge and costly one, but I am still glad to know you. How could I not be, with you being my sister’s only child? Aredhel and I were always close. We fought, a lot, driving your grandparents up the walls. But… I would always help her sneak out with Celegrom to hunt, and she would make sure that nobody made fun of my drawings and buildings of stone.”
“You enjoyed designing cities even as a child?”
“Oh yes. I do not remember it, but my mother always said that I would leave small towers of rocks throughout the house when I was but a babe, under the table, on the stairs. She could track me by them. And as I got older, my buildings became more complex. And your mother, regardless of how mad she was at me, would never touch my designs.”
“Was that why she came with you to Gondolin?”
Turgon sighed.
“Yes. And you know, had I been a little less selfish, I would have discouraged her. I planned this city, this kingdom to be hidden, secluded. And Aredhel is the person who least likes to be confined, or just live in one place for longer. She could never have been happy here. That was why I let her go in the end, even if it was with great forebodings.”
For a while, neither of them spoke. The shouts and screams from inside the tower were getting quieter now, as people were overcome by smoke and fire in the lower levels of the tower. Turgon found he did not care much. He feared Mandos not, and neither did his household, and they would meet again very soon there, after all.
Beside him, Maeglin tilted his body ever so slightly, so that he could lean against Turgon. He smiled. If he had to die here, locked in his own tower, then comforting his nephew in his final moments felt like a very good use of the time he had left.
#silmarillion fanfiction#silm fic#silm au#the sindar lose the first battle au#a deed unforgiven#ao3#the fall of gondolin#maeglin#turgon#that chapter is a plothole-fix-it so maybe don't judge lol
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Advent 18: Home Alone Cat - Part 8
Lister, Rimmer, and Kryten did their best to get to the Cat and the invaders as quickly as they could. They really did.
Problem was, that there were traps laid out by the Cat. Lots and lots of traps.
Rimmer laughed when Lister tumbled to the floor having stood on a marble. He soon stopped, though, when a heavy paint pot swung down from the ceiling vents and hit him full in the face.
'Oh this is ridiculous!' Kryten moaned. He was covered in glue, feathers, and humiliation. 'The Cat has turned this entire ship into a death trap. Uh, no offence, Mr Rimmer, sir.'
'When we find him, I'm gonna kill him!' Lister snapped.
'But how?'
Rimmer cleared his throat, looking smug. 'We could, gentlemen, just take the Rimmer Route 81 up to the Drive Room and bypass all of the Cat's traps.'
'The what?'
Rimmer smirked. 'Back when I was alive, I had an ambition that I would turn Z shift into the most efficient band of vending machine technicians the Space Corp had ever seen. But how to respond quickly to vending machine emergencies as they arose? How to move about a ship the size of a town?'
'I think he's talking about the Scutter's service vents,' Lister said to Kryten, as Rimmer rambled on unaware no one was listening.
'Of course,' said Kryten. 'Not the most comfortable road to take, but safer than being out in the open.'
'There's a hatch just here. Let's go!'
'And then I found the solution. Of course, we would make use of the Scutter's service vents. No matter what the emergency, no matter how far away, we would be there -'
'Yeah, that's lovely, Arn, let's go, man.'
'You're not supposed to be in there without me! You're trespassing on Rimmer Route 81! There'll be a toll to pay, my lad.'
***
The Drive Room was just ahead of Hogey and Logey. Unfortunately for them "just ahead" had become very far away as a small army of irate vending machines had started firing cans of pop (soda) and spraying boiling chicken soup at them.
Hogey was sure that they were being directed by a talking toaster riding on the back of a scutter, shouting orders, but that didn't surprise him. The Red Dwarf was clearly something of a strange ship. Besides, he was too distracted by the lump of chicken that had landed in his eye.
'Enough!' Logey snarled and began firing his stolen bazookoid. A shot hit Bob and Talkie.
***
The Cat was having a lovely snooze, curled up in his chair in the Drive Room. He was satisfied that his traps would do their job perfectly well, and so he had nothing else to worry about. Of course, there was the small matter that his friends were dead and he was alone. The Cat stirred awake. It had suddenly occurred to him that his friends were - had been - his only family. Even Rimmer. What a depressing thought that was.
The Cat gazed out of the Drive Room window. Far ahead, nestled amongst the brighter stars, was a dim red spot - a tiny red dwarf star. Normally The Cat was not the best of listening but for once he recalled something Kryten had told him. Red dwarfs were the smallest and dimmest stars around, but they lasted longer before burning out.
The Cat sniffed. The dimmest but the longest living. Seemed apt.
'Dear RD, all I want for Christmas is my family back. I don't even care about getting fish. I just want my family to come home. Please?'
There was a loud knock on the Drive Room door.
No way.
But then again, Christmas was a time for miracles.
The Cat cautiously opened the door. 'Dave?'
The lively end of a bazookoid was pressed against his cheek.
'Not quite,' Logey growled. 'You, my catty friend, are in so much trouble.'
***
They strapped the Cat into pilot's seat so tightly that his suit was creased. How dare they.
Logey gripped the Cat's wrist and chuckled darkly as he forced the Cat's hand close to his mouth.
'Don't do this, Logey,' Hogey urged. 'Biting off his fingers, really? That's over doing it. It's not just me, right?'
The Cat nodded. 'Trust me, bud. It's not just you!'
A ceiling hatch opened and Lister and Kryten tumbled to the floor.
'We've come to rescue you,' said Lister. 'And kill you.'
'Mostly rescue you,' Kryten amended. 'But you have put us through a ridiculous amount of trouble today.'
'And it's still going on!' said Logey pointing his bazookoid at them.
'I knew we should have stopped off for weapons first, sir!'
'Don't blame me! Rimmer Route 81 didn't go any where near the armoury. We were in a hurry.'
'A hurry to die?' Logey asked as a way of reminding them all he was still there.
'No, no,' Lister replied quickly. 'I mean, yeah, sure you're gonna kill us soon, right? But this ship has some flaws you should know about.'
'We know. We met the turbo lift.'
Lister laughed nervously. 'That, but also you haven't done your research, my friends. This ship belongs to the Jupiter Mining Corporation, built back waayy in the 22nd century and, trust me, we had no privacy laws back then.'
'You're just rambling for time, for life.'
'Yeah, you bet. I'd do anything for a few extra seconds of breathing privlidges. I always talk space ship history when I'm nervous, you know? Like you know that lack of privacy, I mentioned? The onboard psy-scanners are contastly working, you know? Every crew members dreams are recorded and stored. Even our persontalities and knowledge.'
'Oh...' Hogey moaned softly. He was beginning to see the future and it wasn't looking bright.
Lister chuckled. 'And no one ever really questioned it because they were all too emabraassed to want to think too deeply about it. I mean, no one wants to acknowledge that their most personal dreams are being stored and probably viewed by the share holders.'
'You were all hostages, back then,' Logey nodded. 'Held captaive by the threat of humilation.'
'Uhh, it was a little bit more than that. Back in those days, the Jupiter Mafia was always a big threat. Pirates. Smugglers. Coporate spies and saboters. You name it. Even undercover Gelfs and Simulants.'
Hogey smoothed down his toupee before side stepping to the nearest console and latching hold. This was going to be rough.
'They needed to know who was human and who wasn't. And they needed a sure fire way of getting them off ship quickly. So they found a way.'
The tannoy crackled to life: 'This is Second Technician and Senior Hologram Arnold J Rimmer activating the Hoover failsafe. Bog cleaning mechs and stupid cat people are advised to hang on. As for everyone else, thank you for visiting the Red Dwarf. Please sign the Visitor book on your way out.' ***
Rimmer hadn't wanted to go into the Captain's office, but needs must. He dropped lightly to the floor, holographic body not weighing enough to make a noise, and paused for a second as a mark of respect for himself...or was more for the original A J Rimmer, given that he wasn't technically Rimmer resurrected, but a digital copy....? No, no time for that kind of existial mitherings, but this is what happened when you found yourself standing in the room where you died.
Rimmer stepped lightly around the single rose he had painted onto the floor for himself, marking the spot where his original self had breathed his last. Gazpahco soup. What an idiot.
He switched on Hollister's computer and tapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for it to boot up.
Did he want the latest updates installed? No.
Did he want to do a scan for viruses - it'd been a while? No!
Did he want to back up Hollister's files because it's really important to have copies of your -No, no!
Did he want to play Mine Sweeper? Maybe later.
Eventually the computer was ready to listen to the most senior crew member left onboard. Rimmer pressed his hand flat against the computer, eyes glowing brightly as information was transmitted instantly back and forth between Hollister's computer and Rimmer's harddrive.
There were some advantages to being 600 year old hologram. For one thing being part of the electromagnetic spectrum meant Rimmer had more than a little control over the workings of the ship. Sure, he mostly used his powers for scaring Lister by suddenly slamming doors in his face, turning off the TV if it was too noisy and making the microwave burn Lister's popcorn, but just occasionally he found something more useful to do....like activating the not so secret Hoover failsafe just by thinking about it...
Thinking....never his strong suit....
***
A flood of nanobots tore down the corridor, pausing to repair Talkie and Bob (as instructed by Rimmer) and carrying on to the Drive Room. They buzzed angrily around Kryten and the Cat, not recognising them as crew members - "Focus, Rimmer!" Lister shouted - before moving onto Hogey and Logey.
The nanobots were few in number and tired, so they proritised the Simulant with the most hostile thoughts. Logey. They dismantled the bazookoid and lifted him off his feet, dragging him screaming to the nearest airlock...
'You killed my brother!' said Hogey. 'Good for you.'
***
'Buds, what happened? Why did you leave me behind?'
Lister raised an eyebrow. 'Uh, because it's your day off? We left a note?'
The Cat beamed. 'Oh yeah!'
'Well it seems to me we all had our fun adventures,' Talkie concluded. Bob clicked in agreement.
'Oh shut up!' Rimmer groaned. 'We've all had a terrible time. Blown up, crashed, glitching, broken bones, burnt, scorched, slammed - I hit on an elevator today.'
'Your choice, buddy. No one's judging you. We're all men of the galaxy.'
'Shut up!'
'Well I learnt something important today,' said The Cat.
Everyone waited politely. Then impotelity.
'What did you learn?' Lister demanded.
'I don't read notes,' Cat shrugged. 'You need to tell me things in person.'
'Maybe there was no new lesson to learn from all this needless suffering,' Kryten suggested. 'Maybe today has just reinforced what we already knew: that we're the Boys -'
'Girls,' Rimmer interrupted. 'Coffee machine number 23 is definitely female.'
Kryten corrected himself. 'We're the Boys and the Girls -'
Everyone groaned.
Lister wrung out his hands. 'Red Dwarfers together, forever.'
'Dwarfers!' everyone - biological, synthetic, and electrical - chanted back.
**
'Cat! What happened to our room?!!'
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Points of Interest 4
Hi friends! This POI has been overdue for months I'm so sorry! One thing you may have noticed is there's a number attached to the title now. This titling scheme will follow for every POI post from here on out because it's honestly way more convenient especially with how some months there's little I want to type about while other months have lots I want to type about (although if you're really curious what's below occurred from January - February, I wasn't kidding when I said this was well overdue!)
But enough of the foreword, let's get into it!
Portal 2
So interesting thing, I got Portal 2 around 2013 when I first got my PS3, I never played the first Portal game as I didn’t have Steam and I never played The Orange Box which is where Portal debuted in 2007. Portal 2 was a game I played because I remember at the time hearing about how good the game was and while I did play it I never actually finished it.
Late last year I remembered I never finished the game so I started again from the beginning and finally beat it in January, and I can safely say that over a decade after the game’s release that Portal 2 is a fantastic experience from beginning to end and deserves all the praise people give it.
There is so much I could gush about with the characters, worldbuilding, storytelling, etc. But as a first for this series of mine I won’t go into detail because Portal 2 is one of those games that’s best to be played with as little knowledge as possible (in my case there were some things I knew about prior unfortunately, but luckily a lot of what I experienced was new to me).
One thing I will do though is share a link to this playlist of Portal 2 animations by Harry101UK which look, sound and feel so close to the game that you'd be amazed Valve had nothing to do with them! In particular I absolutely love his remake of his first ever Portal animation based on the song This Is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas, you have no idea how many times I've listened to it! (Don't worry there's no spoilers for the game so if you've not played it you can still watch his videos without worry of that)
If you’re like me and have never played Portal 2 after all this time I highly recommend you do so if you get the chance (in fact you can even skip the first Portal game since outside of some backstory it doesn’t affect the sequel much), you won’t regret it!
The Repair That Never Was
I realise that with all the talk I’ve done about appliances and fixing things that it may give the impression that this is something I normally do, but in reality this is very rare and it’s a big coincidence that two appliance fiascos happened close together (although pre-teen me would have been ecstatic at the knowledge they’d eventually get to do something they always wanted - fixing a broken appliance).
So context, back in 2016 we brought a second-hand tumble dryer, it worked fine but some years ago I started to suspect that something was off because there would be rumbling noises every so often (bear in mind the type of noise a dryer can make can point to different types of faults like bad roller bearings, bad rear bearings, etc.) So after trying to figure out what type of noise it was I thought it was a result of a bad dryer fan (which is what takes the air from the drum through the vent and out the back) As sometimes they can “warp” due to the heat and not spin evenly causing it to be noisy when in use.
I was so confident that this was the issue I brought the part for it in advance for the time where there would be a good opportunity to open the machine up (although buying the part online was tricky as the dryer was made in the late 90s and sometimes machines that old can be hard to find parts for). Cut to January where one day it’s drying as normal only for me to notice that at some point the machine was running but the drum wasn’t turning, which suggested one thing, the belt had snapped (what sits around the motor that causes the drum to turn).
Now that the dryer was broken I took the opportunity I had been waiting for and opened it up, but I discovered that the rumbling noise wasn’t actually caused by a warped dryer fan at all but rather a loose jockey wheel (the part that’s on the end of the motor which the belt fits on) what a plot twist! Honestly considering it was loose for goodness knows how long it’s no wonder that eventually caused the belt to snap, not only that but I have an unopened dryer fan part on my desk I can't do anything with so it makes some pretty unconventional decoration hehe.
Because of this and the fact it was deemed easier to just get a new dryer, the old one was sent to its final resting place in the scrapyard (which considering it was at least 25 years old, I’d say it did its job well). But it doesn’t end there. I felt the best thing to do was to buy a washer dryer (because it would be more convenient for my small kitchen) which meant it would also replace our washing machine at the same time which I wrote about replacing the door seal a year ago, so despite me doing that repair it ended up being too little too late ironically.
One final thing to note: The washer dryer bought was the same manufacture as the one before our machine which I repaired, of which the former machine lasted 13-14 years. No Pressure!
Video Game Museum Trip Feat. @Klonoamiyumi
Video game museums are somewhat uncommon throughout the world but in recent times more and more have been opening up, and a year or two ago I discovered one myself but it was a far away from where I’m located so I never visited it. As my birthday was approaching and there was a holiday I was going to go on soon I decided just before that would happen that I would finally visit the museum alongside two IRL friends (including @klonoamiyumi!).
Due to the distance I decided for us to get there by train which was honestly nerve wracking as I normally don’t take the train (not only that but add on to the fact I was taking the train while organising the trip in the first place), but outside of one slip up (which I’ll get into later) we all got our tickets and away we went!
On the train itself we sat together and talked about our video game history along with some general topics as well, bear in mind the three of us up to this point hadn’t met up much together so it was an interesting experience being able to talk among ourselves. After around an hour on the train we arrived at our destination and stepped out, I had researched directions on where to go to the museum beforehand however actually exploring around the city was tricky because I had never been to that location before, luckily I was able to rely on Google Maps to figure out where to go and after accidentally going in a circle (oops!) We did eventually find the building we were looking for: The National Video Game Museum!
For most of the year this specific museum is only open Thursday – Sunday except for the UK summer holidays where it’s open everyday, there were a wide array of both arcade machines and video game consoles to play on, anecdotes from past and present video game developers (including a small tribute to the late Masayuki Uemura who supported the museum), signs describing various bits of history along with glass cases including important related material, etc. Despite not being the largest of museums for what’s there it should satisfy the curiosity of any video game fan of any era not only because of what’s on display but also because there’s so many things to interact with and discover that there's bound to be something you didn't know of beforehand, plus because it's not that large of a museum there's no worry of getting lost or overwhelmed but it doesn't feel underwhelming either. The place is ideal for a day out even if it was just yourself going there.
There was another thing that happened as well while we were there, by complete chance an online friend of both @klonoamiyumi and I (who has her own Tumblr blog @janeypoodle) was at the event, not only was this meetup not planned at all but they were planning to go to the museum the day before but couldn’t as the train got cancelled. What a plot twist! Janey is someone me and Klonoamiyumi have known about for a long time and while a potential visit did sometimes cross our minds for one reason or another it never took off. So to actually meet them in an unexpected place was such a wonderful surprise and a bonus to add to our day out, we all talked for a while and then we took a photo of us three to remember :>
Throughout the museum for the most part we all split up when going around what video games were available, but just before the museum closed Klonoamiyumi wanted me and our other IRL friend to play a game with him called Buzz! Junior: Jungle Party as it served a particular importance, he recalls this game was one of the only video games he played with family and not just by himself (which I can relate because I myself had Buzz! Junior: Rino Rumble which plays identically to Jungle Party, and that was a game I played with my family as well).
After that session together we quickly looked at the shop section and then left the museum, we decided to have food since it was late in the afternoon by that point (we went to McDonald’s specifically) and then we went back to the train station, however… Remember when I said there was one slip up that happened? Well while we managed to get back to train station, we narrowly missed our train (it was late in the evening as well), so I had to think quick and look up another train to the same destination on my phone and after some wondering around and last minute changes (because the train we needed to take ended up being on a different platform then announced). We got on and despite it being late in the evening we all got home safe and sound!
This trip was notable not just because of where we went but also because I've never organised anything like this before, but now that I have I can arrange a meetup of any kind again because starting something is always the hardest part, after that you start to get the hang of what you're doing and you get better every time! I think I speak for all of us when we all had a great experience!
Topic End: Epilogue
Again I'm really sorry for how overdue this is, I think you can tell the most significant thing included in this post hehe. I will say though this might be the last Points of Interest post for a while due to things that aren't really appropriate for this series, such as:
Events that are too negative to include (I intend this series to be positive and I don't want to bring myself or other people down reading the post)
Events that are positive but are too personal to include, this one is important to mention because truth be told I didn't really want to include topics relating to IRL events with family (like the cruise ship holiday) because while this series is a semi-dairy of sorts at the same time I only want to talk about things I'm comfortable being public online.
With that said, I hope you all enjoyed this POI and I'll see you next time!
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