#It was always the same reservoir oh my god oh my god

[completeoveranalysis]

WELL I GUESS THAT'S THAT FOR THIS INSTALLMENT OF TSUBASA: ACID TOKYO CHRONICLES

This is leaving me drowning in so many thoughts. Even like... the end of X/1999 that we never got to see, can you imagine if it was going to end with like... a future shot of a desert? With maybe a small town of people surviving despite it all? Some compromise between Kamui and Fuuma's fates that wiped it all out but left a small portion of humanity behind that would have grown into the peaceful and happy people that are the Clow Kingdom in the future? Is this some small preservation of the ideas that Clamp never got to publish or am I reaching too far?

EITHER WAY IT'S MAGNIFICENT AND I'M HAVING THE BEST TIME

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE HERE TO WITNESS MY SUFFERING AS WE DESCEND INTO ACID TOKYO: THE PLACE YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE

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WHO KNOWS WHAT THE HECK COULD BE NEXT BUT IT SURE WILL BE HAPPENING IN TOKYO!

UNTIL NEXT TIME!

[revalition]

OCT 15 - ENDURANCE Take the blows. Don’t let the world kill you.

Endurance!! I don't love him, but that's okay. He's just not as interesting to me as the others, and spearheads the fascist questline. that definitely does him no favours. but I do cherish all the skills nonetheless, including him

Quotes under the cut!

endurance fun facts from my spreadsheet:

- swear score of 8 - damages and heals an equal amount of morale - says "we" more than "I" (almost double) - Endurance says "sorry" just once, when you're about to die

the heart attack endurance quotes are really really sad. which makes them excellent. but it's too painful for me to look at and I want to be able to use these posts as references so they're being omitted!

anyway, endurance quotes!

endurance definitely directing the blame back up to the intellect group here haha

this is so funny to me. endurance begrudgingly letting you have both kim and dora in his hypothetical aerostatic

I wasn't sure if I should give this one to endurance or PT, but I really like it. lovingly adorn him in a ceramic shell

your stomach doing his job well

uhm, is that how it works honey?

what is wrong with this skill?? (so, so many things)

see, there's 'what's wrong with him' said with utmost affection, like when I look at electrochemistry. and then there's without the affection. that's the version endurance gets. sorry my guy

(if you have your badge he confirms it's not your birthday haha) just the idea of harry asking one of his own skills if it's his birthday...

this heartwarming dialogue about being sober! I'm pretty sure it's not implemented in the game but I love it all the same.

this is a godly endurance check for some reason?? (maybe it's a fail? I can't tell on Fayde...)

endurance no! they're all idiots...

hghh endurance ew

this is too funny. tutorial agent not you too...!

this is so totally not here just because volition said it (picking "wait, get who back?" immediately damages volition btw, poor bby) ultramarathon is such a funny nickname. fitting enough, I suppose.

endurance is so stupid...

also endurance compromised!

amazing. ty endurance. I'm sure that's making Harry feel better

alternate:

YOU - Oh my god, I'm going to die! ENDURANCE - Yeah, probably, one day. But not this very minute.

endurance knowing what a focal epileptic seizure is and where it's occurring and then just going i'unno when asked if it's dangerous... why is he like this.

also you're *probably* going to die one day? cmon buddy

instead of asking why, you can also say:

YOU - Don't you sass me. Get on with the story.

hehe. Zone of Irredeemable Catastrophe! :(

of course your gut does, it has to do with gary... savvy having no interest in it is wonderful

as always much love for this infra-materialism book shutting down everyone's methods of thinking (except inland's)

running reservoirs haha. extremely rare polite endurance

I *think* I understand what he's trying to say... Volition has it right. Sometimes you need to be unmade to heal.

stupid endurance...

seagull dialogue has to be in here cause it's awesome. the body remembers... (also endurance saying good boy??)

first endurance line is the antipassive (failure) and the second one is the success. I don't think he's super impressed...

this is so random, just in the middle of talking to klaasje on the first day. uhm good job endurance...

what a normal, straight thing to think! all the skills chiming in on the smoker is so funny to me

don it and live!!

I have two screenshot spots left so here are my WIPs :)

he's just in the background in the banner one (the second one). I think he came out pretty cool in the spring storm one though (first one)

that's it! endurance is my least favourite of the fys skills by a landslide. I'm very excited for the rest of them :)

[ashe-withane]

Alright!! Time for my 911 7x05 reactions!

Alright the hand guy

I knew about Buck getting choked but EDDIE owwww. He’s so dramatic though lmao.

Awww baby clothes

Oh no. :(

Another girl? She’s nine. Ohhhh interesting.

I love Hen and Karen so much omg

Oh! The date!

That is a huge pitcher of beer lol.

Omg they’re seeing a movie after?

Ohh Buck’s so nervous.

Did he just. Call himself. An ally

BUCK

He puts a rainbow on his Instagram.

“I guess it’s just me that makes you nervous” shit Tommy that was good

Awww Buck’s smile

I know we’ve been talking about Buck’s face when Eddie shows up BUT Tommy’s eyes go so wide omggggg

“And then we’re gonna go find some hot chicks.” BUCK.

Tommy’s face aaaah

:( Tommy

Hold on Eddie what do you mean Marisol agreed to move in with you??? We have seen literally nothing of this relationship and you’re already moving in together??

“I guess you can never have enough closet space.” HELP

“Right, Evan?” Oh Jesus

“You too bro” Buck…

This is so awkward. I know Buck is figuring himself out still but I feel bad for Tommy :(

“I think you’re adorable, but I don’t think you’re ready” is actually I really nice way of letting him down.

Denny giving Mara a teddy!! That’s so sweet.

Ohhh Buck’s talking to Maddie…

“Are you dating a married woman?”

“Could be very much the point” I love Maddie.

HE CALLED HIMSELF AN ALLY AGAIN. Maddie’s face as well oh my god

Oh my god they actually went with a “yeah I check out guys but that’s normal” situation

“It’s the same Tommy??” Ahahaha

At least Marisol is keeping her place so we don’t have another Taylor situation on our hands

Hmmm what is he gonna find in the boxes?

She was almost a nun? Interesting? I guess. Is that what’s gonna make them break up?? What??

The teddy bear!

I really hope Mara is okay :(

“To avoid not having sex.” Help.

Eddie has “a reservoir of Catholic guilt lying dormant.” Listen, is this about Marisol right now? Yes, as far as Eddie is aware. Could this also be. Hinting at something……

“Like sea monkeys”???? Lmao

Eddie is. Pent up. Jesus Christ

“You think I should go to confession?” “No I think you should go to Cap.” these two dumbasses. Sound advice though, he should talk to Bobby.

Oh no! Denny!

Loving this conversation with Eddie and Bobby so far

Bobby pointing out the main thing Eddie has a problem committing to is women…

We’re talking about Shannon!!

The church is a lot of the reason they got married! They both felt pressured!! “Loved being married to her”

Lmao Bobby calling God ‘Marisol’s ex’

Ahhh fuck. Mara’s 911 call is devastating.

Eddie is hiding from Marisol at Buck’s place lol.

“We were on a date” “wait, Tommy’s gay?” Eddie what about Buck, who was. Also on that date.

“This doesn’t change a thing between us” aaah this is so sweet!!!

Awww Buck can’t stop thinking about him. (Listen I will always ship Buddie but I’m also loving BuckxTommy right now!!! I can like both!!)

“He doesn’t know you’re an idiot. Once he gets to know you, and know that you’re an idiot, he’ll love you!! Like we all do!!” Ahahahaha

Hug!

So. Eddie and Marisol aren’t breaking up. (Yet?)

TOMMY! “I didn’t cut things short because you behaved badly, I did it because I didn’t want to pressure you.” YES. Love love love this.

Lmao Tommy’s reaction to Buck asking him to Maddie’s wedding. Just “ahahaha. What??”

Buck and Eddie are a MESS

WHAT HAPPENED TO CHIMNEY

[shadowsandsunset]

Spoilers for s7e5 9-1-1 under cut:

So I'm watching live and I am missing parts because of a tornado warning but:

Opening? Funny as hell. Poor Eddie. His poor balls.

Karen and Hen preparing for a baby with Chim and Maddie and then not getting a baby? But a little girl age 9? Interesting.

Buck being awkward and closeted with Tommy.

Eddie interrupting? Marisol moving in? Ooooof.

Tommy being like "I don't think you're ready" ow my heart. He's absolutely right to do so. Love Tommy!

Hen and Karen meeting the little girl.

Tornado warning. Ugh. Btw, I'm out of the path of the tornado warning, it's further south of me but I'm getting the warning anyway.

Buck going to Maddie for advice and then playing the pronoun game "this person".

Maddie catching on... "Now you're more than an ally"

Then.... "it's the same Tommy... Eddie's friend..." With a frankly judgy stare Lmfao

Maddie is giving good advice even if taken off guard but being supportive like we knew she would be. Maddie is awesome.

Then Eddie and Marisol in bed in the next scene...her boxes everywhere.

Also hello shirtless Eddie, welcome back, good to see ya.

Marisol was almost a fucking Nun??? Eddie making jokes about being spanked...

Back to the little traumatized girl with Hen and Karen. Karen and Hen are such good moms. This poor kid tho. I don't know what has happened to this kid but goddamn, my heart.

Ooh Buck what are you doing with Eddie... Eddie is being weird about the nun thing lol and talking about his reservoir of Catholic guilt

"like sea monkeys" "no"

Something something tornado warning

"I haven't been able to...you know...since I found out"

"which is why you're so pent up"

Buck backing out of telling Eddie about his recent sexual exploration...

Hen and Cap talking about the traumatized girl. This is heartbreaking. The whole situation is heartbreaking. Poor Denny, he's such a a good kid. But like...why isn't this girl in therapy of some sort? Shit. Like...shit. I hate the US healthcare system. But something is going on and like...idk.

Again, this tornado warning is annoying. I'm missing half the convos and my closed captions aren't working properly.

Hen and Karen are struggling, which I understand, and I think they're trying but with cases like this...

Now Eddie and Cap are talking about Marisol... And his commitment issues... I swear to God Cap was going to say "military, your job, ... Buck" lmfao

"I would probably go to confession, wouldn't want to get on her ex's bad side...the Lord"

Dog attack? Parallels to the little girl? Ooh, heavy handed metaphors...

Wait, does Hen just know dog CPR? Cool.

Oh yay, the dog doesn't die! Hen is now committed to helping the little girl.

Mara is the little girl's name, Athena is helping... The girl's parents were criminals, died to OD. The girl called 911. This poor kid.

Buck and Eddie... Ooof. I'm not spoiling this. I love you all. Ok.

I will say Eddie didn't seem super surprised about it but the fucking tornado warning drowned out half of the scene. I am pissed. I'm going to have to rewatch this later.

Buck is the cutest little bisexual and I love him. I really do.

Eddie...and Marisol. Nuns. Moving In. Not moving in. Blah blah don't care. Sorry not sorry.

More with this new kid and Karen. God, Hen is lucky AF. Karen is amazing and I want to marry her.

Buck and Tommy! Yes. Yessss. Awwww. I love them. Buck is growing up! Tommy is fucking amazing. He's so gentle and kind and and awwwww.

The boys showing up for the wedding like that... lmfao. Omg. We gotta wait two weeks for The Hangover: 9-1-1 edition.

This episode is not what we wanted for Buddie but uh... There is still time? Maybe? There's always fanfiction.

Also? Tommy? I like him. I hope we keep him.

Also? Friendship is never a consolation prize. If they ever end up together or not, the love is there and that matters. The love always matters.

[rueririn]

The Never Forget series timeline

Because yeah it's getting confusing. This is mainly for my own reference but it’s a list ig

Set in alternative time:

The [As the Gods Will] events that set off the earthquake where time resets at the end.

The [Pandora Hearts] events because it takes place in multiple Mukuro lifetimes. 

The [Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle] events take place in many alternative dimensions and timelines. Same thing to the [Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood] installment.

Things that existed even before the earthquake

Demons from Kimetsu no Yaiba

Shizume City from K Project (the worlds both existed, but they were connected via only the Kannagi and Inari back then. Only after the earthquake did the bridge appear)

Secret Dobermen experiments from Cuticle Tantei Inaba

Death City from Soul Eater

Youkai/Ayakashi from Nurarihyon no Mago

Demihumans from Ajin: Demi Human 

The Borderlands from Imawa no Kuni no Alice

Heavenly Host from Corpse Party

Things that only showed up after the earthquake

Branch of Sin from Deadmen Wonderland

The Bridge that connects Yuki Yuna wa Yuusha de aru + K Project to Namimori shows up

The Digital World from Digimon

The Tentacle Experiments from Assassination Classroom

Things that were in motion even before the earthquake

PRE-CURSE (Arcobaleno)

Belphegor's part in Nurarihyon no Mago (Primo era)

All Corpse Party events for Viper. (Fuuta, Bluebell, and Mitsuru only enter the place after the earthquake because they are younger, but time also does a flip flop in Heavenly Host.)

POST-CURSE (Arcobaleno)

Takeshi was already a Demon Slayer at this point. 

Fon falls into a coma before the earthquake.

Ajin events begin pre-earthquake. 

Verde infiltrated the experimental stages of the Wretched Egg. 

The Pandora Hearts reincarnators and As the Gods Will survivors are reborn in this world and take their new roles.

The dimension jumpers from FMAB enter at random points in history.

Things that were put in motion (character-wise) only after the earthquake

Existence of the Digital World

Chikusa, Lussuria, and Verde become deadmen and are sent to Deadman Wonderland.

Hibari, Shamal, and Irie get sent to the Borderlands

Hayato runs away from his family and goes to Death City

Skull travels to Shizume City

Ken escapes Alcamone, joins NORA, and Haru is instated in Japan

Kyoko and Nagi/Chrome are scouted for the Yuusha System

AFTER HIBARI WAKES UP (tentatively 2-4 years after the earthquake)

Demon Slayer canon events

Washio Sumi wa Yuusha de aru climax events

Assassination Classroom events (Moon explosion)

General Chronological Reading Order of the entire series (to be updated as series goes on)

who lives, who dies (god tells your story) - As the Gods Will

another hundred cycles (away from wonderland) - Pandora Hearts

pure white orchids (take flight on white wings) - TSUBASA

beyond the gate (maybe we’ll find a fantasy) - FMAB

worth much more (than the corpses lining your walls) - Corpse Party

insert new coin to play (again, again, again) - Ajin: Demi Human

don’t fear the storm (the storm should fear you) - Nurarihyon no Mago

together we stand (under your sword of damocles) - K Project

neverland's a place (for lost boys like me) - Digimon World DS

don’t forget the days we lived (at the border) - Imawa no Kuni no Alice

dead men walking (in the birdcage) - Deadman Wonderland

on the trail (always for the culprit, never for you) - Cuticle Tantei Inaba

soul-searching (explosions) after the storm - Soul Eater

oh flower, bloom bright (for you, and your smile) - WaSuYu

keep breathing (until daylight) - Kimetsu no Yaiba

sky's not the limit (for we've made it to the moon) - Assassination Classroom

I’m sorry this is so messy lmaooo. Also note that you DON’T have to read them chronologically. You can read them in writing order, or skip installments if you want! 

[skayafair]

Episode 44

In short, I am unwell 🥴 spoilers below.

First thought while listening: Omfg is this Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles all over again with "the price" of granting a wish resulting into "the wisher has to never stay in the same place and always continue the journey across the worlds"? WHO on the team is a CLAMP fan? I don't want Silas and Cass to be doomed by the narrative :')

But THEN congratulations, TSP team, you made a BIG fan of specifically clones, doubles and shapeshifters reeeeeally uncomfortable with them for the first time ever :D even DW's Flesh episodes failed to freak me out this much - I mean yeah the long neck Japanese horror inspired Jennifer was terrifying but part of me was still very sad for her.

These guys though... my mind is rooting for them because they are trying to do a good thing (by their words, anyway), but I can't trust them? It's just another group of people who are convinced the aim justifies any means, which I believe has already lead them into a bit of a wrong direction at the very least. And I didn't feel much for them before because we don't know enough to compile an image? Ok Finley is extra charming, but that's beside the point. But now I'm terrified of them and the idea of "oh gods, you can't trust anyone now".

This is a very interesting effect. It's not like I've never seen this trope playing out. It still didn't affect me - at most it made me more intrigued, never so unsettled. I was really rooting for the doppelgangers in The Flesh, clones were one of my favourite characters in Tsubasa and Tales of Abyss (and I like the question their nature raised there), I support the Echo's rights but more importantly the Echo's wrongs (despite her/them? being an antagonist) in The Sheridan Tapes, same as Ned's from the same podcast, and a shifter is basically what I'd like to be if I could be anything but a human. Oh, and I LOVE the Stranger in TMA.

But here? Ohhh boy. They are very likable characters on their own, but this demonstration of power was INTENSE. Podcasts have an interesting effect with horror on me: I'm not scared at all or at least not as much as I would of any movie because there are no visuals. But having only an audio as a source also amplifies the emotional effect if the acting is right, I suppose. I think Silas is just a very good choice for a viewpoint character. Any listener who's got to this point has to sympathize with him by now, so the listener feels the impact from his emotions. But there has to be another component, too.

Because the uneasiness is not about WHAT they are or their abilities, but the way they choose to use those. Say, in The Flesh the characters have just found out they are/have doppelgangers, so for one team the drastic measures were a matter of survival while for another it was fear of the unknown, and both teams acted on emotions because they didn't have much time to calm down and process everything properly. Extreme situations make people do things they wouldn't do in their sane mind, so there's no evil there. In ToA the clones were treated basically as expendable slaves or objects and suffered a lot, so while they participated in organized violent action, it was still easy enough to understand and sympathize with them. For Echo from TST it was a question of survival, too, and while I was uneasy at times about what she could do, most of her "crimes" stayed off the screen and we the listeners don't even know much about them. Were there any?.. Anyway, I couldn't bring myself not to have sympathy for her and was VERY pleased with her ending. And so on.

But Nico and the others had a looot of time to prepare for whatever. They don't tell what the danger is, exactly, which doesn't help trusting them at all. They act in cold blood. They attacked the base while getting the info about Alpha - could they just talk to Silas and co?The team could very well listen. Instead a lot of lives were lost, and they went specifically after Silas who wasn't even THAT thrilled with going down the Breaches in the first place and was already having second thoughts about this whole thing. So they seem very "rational" and bold but this, again, doesn't help their case.

So they hurt people who don't actually have to be hurt despite the fact that they have all the time to prepare. They don't care - or it seems so. And, again, they don't tell what exactly the danger of the final world is, so it's hard to judge if their actions are justified.

And the way they lead the demonstration. There wasn't even mocking, I think? Some sarcasm, sure, but it didn't feel like mocking. No one was supposed to laugh. It was a very casual and that's why all the more horrifying show of what they are not only capable of but actually do and will do. J was a low blow, but impersonating Silas to the point of "I become Silas Caldwell"? And Cass as the final and the most painful nail in the coffin? This isn't driving the point home, it's intentionally hurting another person for nothing. And part of why I felt so unsettled is because of how good they are at this. And how they just mercilessly shoved that into Silas' face. Like... The Echo in TST did that too, and it did feel a bit unsettling, but it was very different in every regard.

So doppelgangers/shifters? Great! Merciless other species who plan ahead and really just don't care who they hurt and use their abilities to a full potential? Honestly terrifying.

The remaining team Alpha seems to be in a very unfavorable position between three forces which don't see them as people, only the pawns.

I mean. Maybe Nico and co are going to be not only reluctant allies but actually value the team's lives and sanity. They seem to get along in present timeline, after all. I just don't see the point of psychologically torturing a person who has been complying with every word so far and showed to be nothing but willing to help, not faltering even when being held at the gunpoint. It seems to go overboard for just Nico freaking out because Cass made another deal.

All this is not a critique, by the way. I'm very impressed! It's so interesting!

[randomfoggytiger]

I was tagged by @welsharcher-- thank you! :DDDD

Three Ships: MSR... and, more broadly, Jane Austen heroines w/ their heroes. Um... oh, wait! I was obsessed with Marion/Marian and Robin Hood from the BBC series (2006?)-- made crackfic comics (read: pencil doodles) about them in my teens, so that counts. ;)))

First Ship: It was either Han and Leia (though I was a really little kid who saw their relationship as already married anyway) or me and Frodo. Take your pick.

(Sidenote: @welsharcher, how do you and I live the same life? I started fandom thingamajigs with Youtube edits, too. o.o I still watch Barbie edits by earthtocailin and I'm not ashamed.)

Last Song: something sung by Dolly Parton probably (acapella Parton is *chef's kiss*)

Last Movie: Return to Me

Currently Reading: Asians in America (that's stalled); God in Faith (a comparisons-philosophy book-- that's also stalled); The Reservoir (again, stalled); and probably? others (all stalled until I hit... da mood.)

(Another sidenote: Jotting down reading notes from your previous poster, my Kerm mutual.)

Currently Watching: The X-Files, always.

Currently Writing: UMMMMMMM I have a Scully Family In-Depth to work on (me conscience bothers me) but I'm... getting there.

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[sebsxphia]

Sebbie.......it's official......college!rhett is living in my head, rent free as of this morning (lol). I don't know if it's just the pics or what but the thots have gotten out of control lately.

But imagine waking up one morning after staying the night with Rhett and the rest of the frat house. You and Rhett were the only ones sober enough (because Rhett was recovering from a really bad 24 hour bug and if he drank any kind of booze, he'd be hurling his guts up the whole night) so you both head downstairs to make everybody a homemade hangover breakfast. Sure as shit, you can't cook breakfast without Rhett rubbing the raging hard-on packed into his Wranglers against your thigh while he's got you pinned against the stove (I read this in a fic somewhere but I can't remember the fic or the author).

If you've had a really stressful day or you've been doing work study at the greenhouse on campus and you're all sore, Rhett will lead you up to his room, lay you on his bed and make the room all sexy so he can give you a massage (lol). Afterwards, he'll run you a hot bath and if he's in it with you?? He's trying out the mating press just to see how it feels.

Hot out or town is in the middle of a heat wave?? Rhett and his frat bros literally build a big old ice pit in the backyard, or better yet, they take you and some of their girls out to the reservoir and they build a big tarp slide into the water for body and boogie-board sliding. You always get first dibs since you're the First Lady Of The Frat but you lost your top as soon as you hit the water but Rhett came right back up with it between his teeth (lol).

Oh and if you took the path through the woods to get to the house?? It's probably tick season and Rhett has all but rammed it into the guys' heads that they'd better check themselves if they go traipsing in the woods and he emphasizes the same with you. You went through the woods but you weren't sure that you had checked everything, so Rhett brings you up to his room for a full on pussy inspection to make sure you're good (he even has a kit under the bed for it along with a special oil mix to kill the ticks, lol).

Sorry Sebbie I can't help it, this is now living rent free in my head (lol).

PLEASE DON’T APOLOGISE MY LOVE BECAUSE I LOVEEEEE COLLEGE RHETT WOOF WOOF WOOF

omg these thoughts and thots are all so good! i’m especially dying at rhett coming up from the water with your bikini top in between his teeth 😵‍💫 it reminds me of those vids of lew jumping from some cliffs? yall remember those? his hair dripping wet with a smirk on his lips. ohhhh my god!

and the pussy inspections! you know how to get me good my love! obviously rhett just uses it as an excuse to give your cunt a good inspection <3

thank you so much for all of these my love! 💌

[wellpresseddaisy]

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#5

@sneverussape Your tags! A lot of these are things I've been considering for a while now.

Students have tried to bring regular plastic pens to Hogwarts before and it always ends in frustration. The softer plastics, like the ink reservoir in a Bic, go first. You're generally left with a pen with an unstable reservoir first, and it usually ruptures before the body of the pen will break. Sometimes, for maximum amusements of one's peers, the whole thing just explodes.

Synthetic rubber, like a pen reservoir, goes fast. Real rubber is okay, but synthetic...there's a reason Harry's shoes go from serviceable to unusable in record time. Poor Hermione, though. It is frustrating because her parents buy her good quality footwear.

(Although Minerva is not aware that the Board meddled and kept the pamphlets from going out for several years. She will be, soon. And then the Board will remember why Minerva has so very few discipline issues in her classroom.)

Magicals tend to have a 'use it all' sort of system. Families that run cattle send the hides to the tanneries (some of which they also own), which are mostly located outside of town. They don't have as much of a problem with pollutants as Vanishing exists and helps immensely. Ventilation is also easier with Runes and enchantments.

There are similar arrangements with families who grow flax or run sheep herds; some of them also own the mills. Same for silk (er, not that anyone is running a herd of silkworms and acromantula silk is so expensive precisely because one may not come back from an acquiring expedition.). But the silk mills still exist.

Magicals tend not to be quite as sniffy as non-magicals about where one gets one's cash. Land? Excellent, good investment. Industry? Well, that's sorely needed, too, and it isn't as if landowners aren't talking with overseers or managers half the time, same as a mill owner.

I spent precisely one 24-hour period in London (oh god..20 years ago now? where did the time go?) and it was kind of a whirlwind tour of the city, so I'm happy it sounded right. Google Street view is a wonderful thing, especially when combined with several historic maps that helpfully point out places of interest. :) The survey of London that gives a precise history of various streets was also extremely helpful.

(I couldn't nix a bookshop. Hermione needs something familiar and it stands to reason that some families would have had magical members who relocated and kept things going.)

122 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#4

Many HP fans would like to blame all of Neville's Potions woes on Snape.

But we never see Neville ask anyone for help. He never approaches Hermione outside class hours to ask a question (because she's much more approachable, honestly) or to ask for her help understanding the material. He never mentions having a tutor over the summer. We never see him doing any outside reading on anything Potions related to try to improve.

While Snape's teaching style isn't great for a sensitive child, that child also has to take some kind of responsibility for his educational success, especially in the 1990s.

I was in school at similar times to Harry Potter. If I didn't ask for help, my teachers wouldn't necessarily clock to my struggles. Even at a youngish age, we were expected to speak up to our teachers or ask friends or parents for help understanding things if we were struggling with the material.

Now, we could say that it isn't important to the narrative so we don't see it, but if Snape was supposed to be some monster of a teacher, wouldn't this be better pointed out by even one scene of a child struggling but trying to improve and still failing (due to having an awful teacher)?

Or is Snape a teacher frustrated by a child who will not ask for help from anyone despite repeated failures? As presented in canon, he feels more like the latter.

He even seems to give Neville more latitude than other students—it took 6 melted cauldrons before Snape gave him a single detention. The one in first year rated a scolding, yes, but no other action (other than an unfair point taken from Harry).

126 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#3

Can you imagine if Dumbledore had access to email and instant messaging? Like, pre-ubiquitous-cellphone level of tech?

Snape would have yeeted himself out the window well before 1998, straight to Malfoy Manor.

McGonagall would master 'as per my last email' in record time.

145 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#2

Every time someone says that Snape would roam the halls at 3AM eating cereal out of the box I get a mental image of him eating raw oatmeal out of a package because I'm pretty sure the magical world doesn't have packaged breakfast cereal. Or at least Hogwarts doesn't.

He totes roams the halls though. The raw oatmeal may be a prop to frighten firsties.

164 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Why is my favorite genre of fic "Much to his consternation, people want to wrap Severus up in blankets and spoil him"?

Hubert Prewett, Sr., having seen him for 5 minutes is poking me that he'd very much like to get to know the sarky arsehole better.

Lucius and Narcissa keep being solicitous and worried. "Oh yes, he's a bit delicate. His lungs you know. Grew up in one of those wretched industrial cities with bad air and the most atrocious smog." (Lucius will explain to anyone who stands still for 30 seconds). Narcissa frets about warm enough underclothes and drafts.

Minerva wants him to have a nap and a nice cup of tea.

His 1983 7th year students are conspiring and a few of them are knitting or crocheting blankets as fast as they can work around NEWT prep.

And Albus worries about cold and damp feet. Can be injurious, you know, cold feet. Lead to all sorts of colds. Pneumonia, even.

Pomfrey keeps trying to offer him some strengthening broth.

Honestly, he's about to leave the castle altogether if one more person offers him a warm anything.

172 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

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[a-student-out-of-time]

Since everyone is explaining the characters for the inspiration for the ocs i’ll do mine for me self-insert/Persona, Aliza! >:3

Sailor moon: as it was my childhood anime as a kid, the outfit for Aliza was a manor inspiration from this as well as some of her power, heck she even has a moon hairpin as well, not to mention her being the leader of the moon tree gang.

Mafuyu:as she’s a major kin of mine (unfortunately-) due to the emotional, mental, and physical abuse from her dad’s side of the family, she ends up losing who she really was and put on the facade she looks happy on the outside but inside?

she hates herself and wants nothing more then to uh die, due to all the years of doing this she’s no longer sure who she is…if she’s actually Aliza or just a fake Aliza. However she warms up to her friends and slowly lets the facade down..hardly smiling a lot and her eyes looking flatout dead she thinks she won’t be saved but she still hopes…just for this pain heartache to stop just for once

Sakura: okay a good chunk of us probably know her well from cardcaptor sakura however Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle was also a childhood anime of mine it is also where most of Aliza’s power come from, as well as the multiverse idea. While despite the pain Aliza is going though she still shows kindess to everyone else and sometimes give them a 2nd chance cause…that’s just how she is.. it’s what her friends and others like about her after all

Furina: oh well this is gonna be a roller coaster- like furina, Aliza is a human who has ties to a god, who Aliza is Both a reincarnation AND descendant of. While she’s able to communicate with the last fragment of the god, both Aliza and the god look the same and such making her look recognizable for some…certain people-

Chiaki nanami: So asides from the fact she loves video games, she was alone till she ran into the one person who became her friend later on, while such she always managed to bring everyone together as a group, of course Aliza herself doesn’t realize this as she’s passionate about anything

Nikki: i would’ve choose Tohru from fruit baskets but she pretty much covered the other two in the list so i went with Nikki-

Like nikki, Aliza cares deeply about her friends and lover (depending on who it is but still the same-) and is also selfless as she can and will put herself into dangerous situations as long as it meant that her friends are safe, though while she ends up losing some in the past she doesn’t want to lose another one, so she’s very selfless.

Alright that’s all my hands hurt so heh ;w; gotta go back to writing

//That's all really cool! Ty for sharing ^^

[how-do-i-turn-this-thing-off]

The Rebels Last Stand

Chapter LXXVIII: Strategies, for and against

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Ren had never had so much trouble focusing in the middle of battle. While Rey had been around he'd forced himself to keep his thoughts locked on his feelings about her, knowing that if anything else encroached on his mind she would feel it at such a close proximity. But for once, those feelings were not what he most wanted to think about.

The Dark Force. Fallen. He exited the lift back onto the bridge of the Reservoir, hearing the officers he'd already briefed on his plans snapping out orders as they went to their respective stations. He'd been fed visions by Snoke of this exact scenario, of course- of Rey reaching for the Dark Force by choice, choosing it and choosing him- but those had been false, and Rey had rejected him on the same night he had believed she would do the opposite. He'd come to believe since then that it even if it was possible for her to join him, it would be as a Light Force user, and it would have to always be as a Light Force user.

The swirling darkness in the handle of her saber. The red light of her dual blades. He moved to center deck in front of the viewscreen, still reeling. Kwa approached, datapad at the ready, as always.

“Sir, the maximum power we can divert to our stern Q-series array is 38%, to continue to allow for the maintenance of our shields and operable weapons.”

“And how many of our weapons are operable?” Ren asked, accepting the datapad and studying the ship as it was displaying its diagnostics in real time.

“Above 80%, sir,” she replied, sounding proud of the figure. “The traitors have tried to focus their fire on us, but our light craft heavily outnumbers theirs and they have been unable to maintain a bombardment for long.”

“And how are the light craft?”

“Holding at above 60% still flying without any major damage, sir. Ours, that is,” she added. “The Rebel fleet have taken some significant damage from a run they led on the Steadfast itself.”

“A run they led, or a run we were included in?” Ren asked, starting to see dimly where this was going. Kwa looked at him oddly, as though he'd asked a question she hadn't expected because she hadn't thought he could know what the answer would be.

“We were not briefed, sir. It was... odd. They moved without any prior notice, or any coordination.”

So. A run on Hux's flagship, a secret run they'd never intended to copy his fleet in on. Finn's insistence that they push the offensive here and now, despite objective figures indicating that was unlikely to lead to victory. Heavy, heavy damage to the Scythe, far heavier than he would have expected from a class of starship that had once been known as 'the cross of fire' for the formidable array of weaponry concentrated on its forward edge and blade. Hits on the consumables and the training quarters, which were to the rear of the Scythe, which Poe should have known well in advance was their weak spot, had always been the Scythe's weak spot. “Commander,” Ren said, watching the brilliant firefights of light craft play out in front of him, the punchy, heavier blasts of the starships trading blows, the trails of lighter blaster shots from the deck-level defenses. “Has it appeared to you, in watching this battle unfold, that the Resistance fleet has been unusually reckless in its movements?”

“Yes, sir,” Kwa confirmed immediately. “We have had some difficulty effectively covering their vessels because of it.”

“And have you observed they focus their interest on the enemy flagship, in particular?”

“Yes, sir, the Steadfast has drawn most of their coordinated attacks.”

Ren frowned. “When we have the Scythe safely locked into a holding tractor beam, make it clear that we intend to jump to lightspeed immediately. Any light craft that cannot make the jump will have to be docked by then.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, walking away. Ren looked out the viewscreen, watching. So, the Rebels had decided to attend an execution today, it just hadn't been his.

Rey. The Dark Force. His mother, using Sith weapons. The Resistance, going rogue. Poe, risking everything, putting every man he still had on a suicide run against a starship they couldn't hope to destroy, even with Ren's fleet behind them. And a battle, still raging, the here, the now, which he could not ignore long enough to understand how he felt about anything. He closed his eyes for a moment against the strong tide of his thoughts, trying to pull him under and away. The here. The now.

He opened his eyes again, and reached out in the Force. Rey. She was in the battle somewhere in front of him, but it would be dangerous to try to speak to her in the Force if she needed all her focus on the fight in front of her. He turned to the nearest comms tech. “The moment we're at lightspeed,” he said, "hail their flagship and tell them I want to talk to General Dameron. Face to face.”

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[meretextuality]

Deep Calls to Deep: Our Deep Need Meets God’s All Sufficient Presence

Charles Spurgeon, Psalm 42:7

Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.

II. Come we now to another case somewhat akin to this, more nearly concerning ourselves, and perhaps more practical. Brethren, SOME OF YOU ARE ENDURING DEEP AFFLICTION. All are not tried alike. God has not been pleased to deal out the wormwood and the gall to all in a cup of the same fashion and the same measure. There are some whose pathway to the skies is comparatively smooth; others go through fire and through water— men do ride over their heads.

My brethren who have done business in the great waters, I speak to you; yours has been a stormy and tried life. Well, I can sympathise with you, for with all the mercy of God, the preacher has not been free from trials many and severe, and, oh! it is a deep indeed, when a depressed spirit unites with our outward afflictions, when church troubles, family troubles, personal troubles, and the world’s troubles, all aided and abetted by Satanic temptation, and by an evil heart of unbelief in departing from the living God. Do not, however, think yourselves hardly dealt with, my dear brethren, in being singled out as a special target for the arrows of grief. Do not wish that you could be the obscurest of all the saints, to find some quiet nook in which you might be let alone to rest in forgetfulness; the rather let me remind you that if in your experience there is a deep of extraordinary trial, there is most surely another deep answering to it. Open now your ears and your hearts, to hear the calling of this deep unto its brother deep. Hearken while I translate the echoes of truth. Inasmuch as you have many trials, remember the depth of the divine faithfulness.

You have not been able to comprehend the reason of your trials, but I beseech you believe in the firmness and stability of the divine affection towards you. In proportion to your tribulations shall be your consolations. If you have shallow sorrows, you shall receive but shallow graces; but if you have deep afflictions, you shall obtain the deeper proofs of the faithfulness of God. I could fain lay me down and die when I think of the trials of this life, but I recover myself and laugh at them all, even as the daughter of Zion shook her head and laughed at her foes, when I remember that the mighty God of Jacob is our refuge, and that he will not fail us, nor take away his hand till he hath effected his purpose concerning us.

Great deeps of trial bring with them great deeps of promise. For you, much afflicted ones, there are great words and mighty, which are not meant for other saints of easier experience. You shall drink from deep golden goblets, reserved for those giants who can drink great potions of wormwood, and are men of capacity enough to quaff deep draughts of the wines on the lees well refined. Trials are mighty enlargers to the soul. We are contracted, narrowed, pent up, and we rightly pray, “Lord, enlarge my heart.” Ay, but the opening of capacious reservoirs within us can only be effected by the spade of daily tribulation, and then, being digged out by pain and trouble, there becomes room for the overflowing promise. A great adversity will to the believer bring with it great grace. Whenever the Lord sets his servants to do extraordinary work he always gives them extraordinary strength; or if he puts them to unusual suffering he will give them unusual patience.

When we enter upon war with some petty New Zealand chief, our troops expect to have their charges defrayed, and accordingly we pay them gold by thousands, as their expenses may require; but when an army marches against a grim monarch, in an unknown country, who has insulted the British flag, we pay, as we know to our cost, not by thousands but by millions. There is a difference in the payment of an attack upon petty chieftains, and a war against an emperor.

And so, my brethren, if God calls you to common and ordinary trials, he will pay the charges of your warfare by thousands, but if he commands you to an unusual struggle with some tremendous foe, he will discharge the liabilities of your war by millions, according to the riches of his grace in which he has abounded towards us through Christ Jesus. I would not then, in my better mind, if I could, escape great labours or great trials, since they involve great graces; if one deep calleth to the other deep, let the Lord lay on the strokes, and let him add to the burden. If as my days so shall my strength be, then let the days be long and dark, for so the strength shall be mighty, God shall be glorified, and his servants shall be blessed. I would earnestly urge every tried Christian to dwell upon this truth, for it may be of great comfort to him.

You may perhaps have had a comparatively easy life until just lately, but you have reached a turning point where disaster has befallen you. You are fallen into poverty, or else that time for the break up of your family has lately come upon you. Your father is gone; your mother is on the verge of the grave; your friends have one by one been taken from you; you feel the loneliness of life.

Here is a dreadful deep for you to sail on, and a tempestuous deep much to be feared , for your little bark may easily be wrecked; but forget not that there is another deep, whose remembrance will remove from you the bitterness of your present sorrow— there is love in heaven towards you which will never grow chill, immortal and unchanging love; and besides, there is a royal oath which never can be broken, a covenant ratified with blood that never can be dishonoured. You must be helped through; you cannot be left. God might sooner cease to be than cease to be faithful. You must be upborne amid the billows and safely landed. Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart this day.

[the-dimitrescu-seamstress]

"I doubt you were that close to sewing your hands together. It would be quite the feat if you managed that," Magda replied with a smile. Sewing needlework to clothes or gluing her hands together? Those could absolutely happen, but surely the girls felt pain and wouldn't actually stitch their palms together, even by accident, right? But the redhead was right about Bela's sewing talents, from what little she had seen. A thought then occurred to the her.

"Daniela, when the castle was between seamstresses, was it Bela who did most of the repairs or did you simply have any servant that was available do the work?" Magda had seen a variety of stitching styles, and she had tried to piece together who had done what. Cassandra's garments almost always had the same repair stitches, which led her to believe the girl did her own work, perhaps in an effort to avoid getting in trouble with her mother. Daniela's garments had the widest variety, but she had found similarities in the stitches and knots for Bela's and Alcina's garments. It seemed everyone made due with what they had available.

"A battle scar it is then," Magda smirked a little, glancing up at the girl's head wound. It had long since healed, but there was a puckered slickness and discoloration that made you believe it was still fresh, and caused Magda a slight discomfort if she looked it it too long. All the Dimitrescu daughters had those marks; from the cadou, they had said. Alcina had no such scar, but the woman had impressive healing abilities, so it was likely any scar she had had long since faded. Or at least that's what Magda assumed. "I'll secure his arm first and then go back over it with a more suitable decorative stitch for the scarring."

Magda paused at the mention of the reservoir and the giant fish lord. She had actually not thought about the bodies of water around here being dangerous. The land and forests? Yes. Parts of the castle? Of course. But the reservoir? For some reason, that area had escaped any and all concerns in her mind. "Oh. Well... Thank you for making me aware of him. I'll make sure to stay away from there." Thank god that the Countess never needed anything from him.

"A cat? Something to keep you company in the library? I think that would be a lovely addition to the castle. As long as it behaves any time you bring it in here." The griffin was also a cute choice, and seemed appropriate for the girl.

"I do. I have a brother, and he's five years my senior. And I hope that he is well, in whatever it is he's doing." She hadn't thought about him, or her family, since they had disowned her for her job choice. Not that it was much of a choice.

"What are your favorite books in the library? What do you like to read?" Magda asked, pulling out a few thread of different hues, planning to give the teddy a bit of a colorful scar.

@the-dimitrescu-seamstress liked this for a one-liner.

“How is our main dish doing?”

[rezzyromance]

Idk if this is how you request things or if it's just asking, BUT-

How would the Lords react to an S/O that's usually the chillest person that you will ever meet (not to be confused with a pushover because they are not), they've never seen them even mildly annoyed when something bad happens. But then something happens and, turns out, the S/O is utterly TERRIFYING when they're mad.

Hope this makes sense!

Aw man I'm gonna feel awful scaring Moreau and Donna :(

Alcina

You're relaxing on a beautiful morning. The sun is shining through the window just enough to warm the room but not hurt your eyes. You hadn't even changed out of your sleep wear. "How are you feeling, my dear?", a sweet voice rang from the doorway. You were sitting in your favorite chair near the window. You turn and smile at her. She walks over and rubs your face in her large hand before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. "I'm feeling amazing. And you?", you grab her hand before she pulls it away and you place a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm feeling alright. There's a new maid here. She's a bit slow. I'm giving her until tonight to finish dusting the entire castle or else she won't see another sunrise." It was almost comedic how dark her words were as you both stared out the window and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "Come on Alcina.", you stand up and place your hands on hers, trying to hold them despite the size difference. "Give the girl a break. It's a huge castle AND it's her first day.", you knew your words would probably change nothing. Alcina was rather cruel, but you looked past it. You tried your best to make the nervous maids comfortable whenever they arrive.

"We'll see how she does." She gives you one more kiss before leaving the room. You sit back down in your chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a little while longer. You lose track of time, minutes maybe even hours go by. Suddenly, there's a crash not far from the door. You jump and stand up, no longer comfortable after being startled. "What in the name of Mother Miranda?!", you leave the room and look down the hallway. The new maid stood there with a terrified look on her face. In front of her was one of the paintings Alcina had on her walls, now with a broken frame and a hole punctured. Your blood began to boil. It was a painting of you, her, and the girls all together. It was your favorite. "How in the hell did you manage to do that?!", you begin to stomp towards her. She cowers and struggles to find her words. "I-I-I was just dusting! It fell and I-I didn't mean t-", you cut her off. "How the fuck did you knock such a large painting over just by dusting?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MAKE SUCH STUPID MISTAKES HERE?!", you unravel. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!", she almost begins to weep. "SORRY ISN'T GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS!"

"MISS DIMITRESCU PLEASE HELP!", she cries out. You freeze, realizing that the lady herself is right behind you. You turn to face her. Her eyes are wide with shock. She has never seen you like this before and never even knew you had this type of side to you. She was impressed as much as she was terrified. "(Y/N)? Are you alright my love?" She had no idea what to do as your seething slowed down. "Why don't you go back to the room, yes? Settle down a little and deal with her later.", she places a hand on your back helps walk with you back to the room. Once you're there, she bends down to whisper in your ear. "I don't know where this side of you has been this whole time, but I am so amazed by you. And also a little frightened."

Donna

The Beneviento house was usually a calm place despite its creepy aura. You and Donna are both quiet and chill people. Never once have you fought or even raised your voices at each other. It was pleasant.

You had planned a nice dinner for the both of you. You wanted to try out a new recipe and surprise her, so you made your way to the kitchen to get started. "Okay, what first? I guess I'll need a pot.", you go rummaging through the kitchen and you find the pots stacked within each other inside one of the top cabinets. You groan and stand up on your toes, grazing the pots with your fingers. It didn't take much to cause them to tumble down, crashing on top of you with a loud sound that followed. "Aw shit.", you sighed and picked up the knocked over pots. A small but annoying pain began to throb in your head from where it made contact with a pot. What you didn't notice was you forgot to pick one of the pots up. It remained unnoticed. "It's fine.", you say to yourself as you maintain your composure. Next, a cutting board and knife. You turn around and begin to walk forward to find the cutting board, but you slam your toe into counter. You wince in pain and grab your foot. "SON OF A BITCH!", you yell.

You calm yourself, still wanting to have a pleasant meal with Donna. "Alright. Everything's fine." You step forward and kick the pot that you had forgotten to pick up. It caused your freshly kicked toe to ache even more. "OH COME ON! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!", you scream and swear as you throw your arms up in pure rage and shock.

"...(Y/N)?", a gentle voice whispered from the doorway, causing you to whip your head in that direction. It was Donna. She looked absolutely horrified and almost looked like she could cry. "Is.. is everything... are you alright?", she worried. "Yes. I'm sorry. Just got a little pissed off.", you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, feeling bad for scaring the poor girl.

Moreau

You were sitting on the dock together, looking into the water as your feet swung back and forth above it. It was a sunny day and you two decided to spend it outside. Your hand slowly made its way over to his. His feet stopped swinging for a second as you entangled your fingers. "I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)." his words were bitter sweet as a gentle smile formed from his lips. "Oh, Sal. You don't have to think like that. I'll always be here for you.", you kiss his cheek and continue to relax as you sway your legs.

"There it is! There's the beast!", a voice yelled from not so far away. You both look in the direction of the voice and see a few young village boys. Possibly between the ages of 13 and 16. Moreau had become some what of a scary story for the villagers. A tale that kids spread on school court yard and bring up during dares. But, you've never seen a kid brave enough to actually make it far enough into the reservoir to actually see Moreau. Now, there were about 3. All of them stood and pointed, shocked and terrified.

"Hey beast! Come get me!", one kid teases. You glare at the kids as a newfound rage begins to boil inside you. "Let's go back inside.", Moreau says before standing up from the doc. The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Suddenly, one of the children gathers the guts to pick up a rock and throw it as hard as he could. His aim was off, but not by much. It slammed into the wood near Moreau's feet, startling him. "Take that you devil!", he laughs. "THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!", you begin sprinting in the direction of the immature brats. Two of them run from the direction they came from while the one who threw the rock was frozen in fear. You took the opportunity to grab him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little waste of space. I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to turn around and run for your goddamn life. If you or any of your little snot-nosed friends come around here again, they'll be goddamn fish food. Do you understand?" The kid was too scared to speak and instead began to nod rapidly. You let him go and watched as he ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole way.

You walk back to the shack and find Moreau standing in the same place he was when you took off. His mouth was agape and he looked almost as scared as the kids. "You alright Sal? I made sure those little shits won't be coming around here anymore." "Yeah... I didn't know you could be so... scary", he says. "I'm sorry. But those kids were being cruel. I had to do something.", you say. "Well... it was awesome!", he smiled. "But also very scary!" You laugh which helps sooth him a little.

Heisenberg

"Screw driver.", is all Karl said with an outstretched palm. He was working on some type of mechanical heart for his experiments. He wanted you to lend a "helping hand" even though he could easily do it all by himself. He did this because he wanted to be around you, he was just too stubborn with too big of an ego to simply say it. So here you were, handing him every little tool he asks for.

"Do you want the big one or the little one?", you say with a hint of boredom in your tone. "Aw c'mon don't sound like that! Isn't this exciting? It's like you're working on it with me! Also, hand me the big one.", you do as he says and hand him the big screw driver. "I just don't get it. You literally have powers. You can easily do this by yourself and have been for so long. Why do you need me to help?" He pauses for a second and looks over towards you, his brow slightly furrowed. "I don't NEED you to help. I just thought it would be nice for you to help out. Plus, you're the one always bitching about me constantly working. Well, here you are! Helping me work! So, either suck it up or you can leave." His harshness had no real ill will in it. He was just confused and a bit too ignorant to consider his words. But, he was testing your patience. He continued to use the screwdriver until handing it to you without saying a word.

"Hand me a screw.", he demanded with his hand facing palm up again. "Which size?" "They're all the same sizes, dumbass." You feel your blood begin to boil. "They're different fucking sizes! This one is smaller than this one!", you hold up two screws that are obviously different sizes. This makes Karl angry. Not because you were right, but because you seemed upset over something that seemed so insignificant.

"If you came here just to yap in my ear, then I don't think I need your assistance.", he huffed. You put the selection of tools and supplies he was making you hold on the table he is working on and ball your fists. "You're the one who told me to do this in the first place!", you yell. "Yeah, because you won't stop bitching! Non-stop you're always compla-" you cut him off before he can finish. "SHUT UP!", you yell. The room goes silent. "YOU SAY I'M BITCHING? HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KARL YOU BITCH AND MOAN ALL THE TIME! I'M DONE TAKING SHIT FROM YOU!" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He felt something much more overwhelming. Was he.. intimidated? He didn't move from his seat. All he could do was look up at you with a confused expression. What now? What is there to do? If he pushes you further, what would happen? He was actually too scared to find out.

You take a deep breath to calm down before speaking. "Now, if you want me to help with your shit, I'll stay as long as you keep your mouth shut. Can you possibly manage to do that?" He gulps nervously. "Yes ma'am."

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

Okay I have a couple ideas that might be funny! Have you seen the TikTok’s where a guys girl will be super dressed up and say she’s going to target and they film their boyfriends reaction? Or the lip filler prank? 😂

Would you mind doing a reaction HC of the dogs? If you don’t want to do both that’s totally fine and if you dont want to do all the dogs will you just do orange, white, and blonde? Thank you kindly! 🌸♥️

Hi, fellow friend! So great to hear from you again! How have you been? How's everyone been doing? Oh my god, these are fantastic ideas! Lol I have seen too many of these pranks online and I had the same sort of feeling that someone should write up reactions for the Dogs! My calling has come, LMFAO. I'd be thrilled to do both of these! I hope it's fine that I combined them into grouped headcanons for each of the Dogs to make it easier to read and write. Let me know if it isn't and I'll gladly fix them up! I hope you don’t mind that I threw in Eddie! Thanks for requesting, you always have the best ideas!

Also, please don't be shy about leaving comments to tell me what you thought of the writing. No pressure of course, but I'd love to hear what everyone thinks, positive criticism or praise is totally acceptable. Again, it's absolutely fine if you guys don't :)

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested Headcanons and romantic relationship

SYNOPSIS: The Dogs' gender neutral s/o pranks them with TikTok trends and hilarity ensues!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing, innuendo, sexual comments, and romantic relationship!

MR. PINK/JEREMY DAVIDSON ( my canon name for him )

Right off the bat, Pink is a very protective boyfriend. I wouldn’t say he is possessive, but he certainly isn’t about to let anybody steal his s/o no matter what gender they are. It makes him jealous when other people hit on you, so he has a sense of ingrained defensiveness just because of that. Overall, he’s just a paranoid mess of nerves, but he loves you more than anything. 

For the Target prank, you'd put on something that flattered your body a little too well. If you're female, a skimpy dangerously low cut dress and stiletto heels with flawless makeup would do the trick. If you're a guy, just wear something that hugs your downstairs goods pretty well and an open shirt. My non-binary, agender, and fluid peeps, wear whatever he thinks you look fantastic in.

Above all, what will really do him in and piss him off is a sense of confidence. If you act like you know you're hot stuff, that will both turn him on and concern him.

You stride towards the doorway of your two's studio apartment, shoes clicking on the floor. Grabbing the keys, you shout that you're heading off to the grocery store to pick up some things. He comes to give you a list, only to be met with the sight of your glorious self looking amazing.

His eyes bulge, jaw going slack, and he freezes mid-sentence. Pink scans your body, a glimmer of lust in his blue eyes. He reacts a few seconds after, face darkening in disapproval. It's not that he doesn't like how you look--rather its the opposite--he is opposing you going out to Target like that without him.

" Absolutely fuckin' not. Over my dead body, babe. I don't care where the hell you're going, but you're not going out looking like that." you shoot back that he's overreacting, to which he gives you a confused glare.

" Like hell I am! Lemme just go put on my suit and tie then and we'll be matching, " he retorts in his usual sarcastic tone.

He pretty much reacts the same way to the lip filler prank, spitting out his drink when he sees you. He has to bite back a laugh, but he can't contain himself and bursts out in an uproar of giggles. You pretend to be upset while trying not to laugh yourself.

" Did something sting you or what? The fuck is that?!" he screeches, feeling like he'll wet himself from laughing. After when you tell him they were pranks, he might pout and carry on about it for awhile. Deep down, he thinks it was hilarious though.

MR. BROWN/JOHNNY CAMPBELL ( personal canon name )

You know the drill by now, put on something that shows off your tits, ass, dick, all of those, or body as a whole, and you're all set. What would really make the prank impactful would be if you put on something of his. He's a sucker for seeing you in a shirt or pants of his, it gets him turned on straight away. Another thing that would push him over the edge would be to wear ankle bracelets and other feet jewelry. I mean, COME ON, this is QT's character we're dealing with here, ha ha. Anyways, do something like that, and you'll get a rise immediately.

Both of you were getting ready to pop over to Target to buy some snacks for the film showings you guys had planned to have at your place with the rest of the Dogs. Brown was really excited for the evening and even happier that you were going to be there with him. You came out of the bathroom looking gorgeous, walking as sexily as you could.

He was waiting in the living room, setting up the last things on the projector and television before your friends arrived. He was listening to a commentary track from a movie you didn't recognize, the audio playing softly in the background when you told him you were ready to go. Smiling wide, he looked up towards you as he got up. Like Pink though, he froze the minute he laid eyes on you.

" Holy Christ, sugarcakes..." he stuttered, too dazed to properly form words. You could see the arousal and attraction taking over him in a moment, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He obviously likes what he sees. Then, the spell is broken in a minute, when he realizes what you're actually wearing.

" Look, I'm not your Daddy or your boss at all, so I might not have a say here--but seriously? You're gonna go to Target like that?" you nod, almost cracking up on the spot. He sighs, and you can tell he's uncomfortable with the idea.

" You're making me look like a bum compared to you. I feel underdressed, baby."

The lip filler prank gets pretty much the same reaction as Pink's did for him, boisterous laughter filling the car when he climbs in. You'd picked him up from work after his shift at the Video Archives store, to greet him with your lips puffed. When you tell him that you did it to give yourself a confidence boost and make yourself more appealing, his reaction switches.

" Oh, Y/N, no! Why do you bash yourself like that? You're fucking perfection, baby girl/boy/babe. The goddamn Sharon Stone/Humphrey Bogart to my little cinephile self! You’re all of those bombshells at once ten-fold!” he’s such a sweetheart about it, and you can’t help but hug him. You tell him it was a prank, and he groans. You two have couple prank wars all the time, so he should have seen it coming. But he’s laughing later too, finding it so funny.

MR. BLONDE/VIC VEGA ( tw/implied smut/sexual comments )

Okay, he’s hilarious too in his reactions, except not in way you’re thinking. In regards to the Target prank, you would try to look your absolute best, be it in a suit, dress, or whatever tickles your fancy. He wasn’t planning on going with you instead wanting to have a drink or two and phone up Eddie to have a catch-up. 

You were going out to get some veggies and other essential household items after he didn’t the day beforehand. He had no qualms about you going on your own, he trusts you and likewise for you too. Vic’s mid-conversation with Eddie, the two guffawing like moronic high schoolers over a job they had pulled recently. He wasn’t exactly paying attention to you, sipping bourbon and chilling on the couch. But it’s how fantastic you look walking past that catches his eye. You bid him goodbye and tell him where you’re going. A smile plays on his lips, and he tells Eddie to hold for a second. He practically runs up to you, lifting you by the waist into his arms.

“ Mmm, you trying to tell Daddy something? Where do ya think you’re going lookin’ all dolled up like that, huh, Y/N?” he rasps in that godforsakenly hot voice. You giggle, bopping his nose and protesting. You try to break free, but he holds on tight to you. He buries his head into your neck, planting open-mouth kisses across your jugular vein. His hands roam across your body, gripping your butt in squeezing motions. You moan, pleasurable grunts sounding from his throat.

“ You like that, baby? ” with that, he sweeps you up and carries you to the bedroom. Let’s just say you’re screaming with pleasure moments later, ha ha.

The lip filler prank makes him recoil and he is understandably taken aback by seeing your lips so puffy. You were out with him at one of Joe’s nightclubs for a night out with the Dogs when you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. A few moments later, you came out with the filler. The others are in on it, acting all supportive of your new look. If it hadn’t been for the booming music in the background, Blondie would have heard Eddie and White’s snickers. 

“ What in God’s name is that shit?” is his reaction, and you explain it to him. If he knew better, he would know straight away that it was a prank. But because he isn’t versed in female beauty trends or techniques, he has no clue. Vic isn’t let in on the joke until you and Orange break down laughing. After he finds out, he pulls you onto his lap, and whispers into your ear:

“ Very funny. You’ll get your punishment after this, sweet thing. Daddy promises,” and boy, does he fulfil that promise later on.

MR. WHITE/LARRY DIMMICK

I think that out of all of the Dogs, he’d have the calmest reaction along with a sense of supportiveness for the latter prank. He doesn’t really lose his temper with you that often, unless you really pushed him, which is rare. Instead, you two just exchange playful bickers. The Target prank makes him laugh, and he can tell straight away its a joke. 

Larry was just popping down to the nearby convenience store that was in the vicinity of the apartment building you two live in. It was the weekend, and all around him, Los Angeles was bustling with tourists, fellow city-goers, and campers going about their business in the evening summer heat. After buying a pack of Red Apple cigarettes and a few other grocery items, he weaved his way home through the busy streets. You phoned him on his wireless cell--like the one Eddie had in the film--and told him you wanted to head off to Target to buy cat/dog food for your pet which sounded normal. You wanted to know if he wanted to meet up at the park with you. He agreed without hesitation. 

As soon as he rounds the corner to see you, a smile breaks across his lips. You look stunning, more so than he thought was possible for your already divine self. It hits him like a punch to the gut, taking his breath away. Closing the distance between you two in a kiss, you ask him what his opinion is of the outfit. 

“ I think you already know how I feel about it, my darling. My God, look at you smoking like that,” he doesn’t even necessarily have an issue with the clothes, but he does ask you if its okay if you change into attire that is suitable for the environment you’ll be going to. Larry’s not opposed to you wearing such things because he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t put up with people flirting with you. 

The lip filler prank is the same but he doesn’t vocalize any judgment or apprehension towards it. When he sees you with it, he is encouraging. To him it doesn’t matter what he thinks, it’s about making you feel confident and empowered. Unless it was something that was hurting or damaging you, he isn’t going to shit all over you because he loves you. 

“ Do you feel beautiful? Then fuck what I think and fuck what others think. I just want you to be happy, Y/N, and this is a safe constructive way to do that.”

When he finds out you were pranking him, he laughs it off with you. Except that covertly, he’s now planning a prank or two of his own in the back of his head. So be wary of whatever he may come up with!

MR. ORANGE/FREDDY NEWANDYKE

Ladies, pull out the hooker boots and short shorts! Men, it’s an open shirt that will do the trick! All my out of the binary friends, pick whatever you want! It’s time to get Orange, and let me tell you that it will be one hell of a time! Like Brown, you two are big kids who have constant prank wars, so it isn’t uncommon for stuff like this to happen. It certainly has made your relationship stronger and more exciting. 

To kill two birds with one stone, you would pull both pranks at once on him with the help of White and Eddie. They were more than eager to help you out, thinking it was a great idea. Being friends with Freddy means getting pranked at some point in the friendship, and Eddie and White want to get even after Orange’s last pranks on the two Dogs. ( Let’s just say it was involving a water gun filled with watered down mustard on White’s new white jean jacket and giving Eddie a pair of boxers with a hidden vibrator like device. He’s lucky he didn’t get shot right there and then for giving Nice Guy a hell of a time, if you know what I mean ) You framed it as inviting the two Dogs over for dinner, and he was totally cool with it. He didn’t suspect a thing which relieved you. 

En route to your house from the station after work, you phoned him that you wanted to pop by Target with Larry and Nice Guy for some last minute beverages. He waits by the curb outside for you three and sees you come out shortly later. His eyes shot open and his jaw dropped. He had to admit you were popping, but it took him aback that you looked like that in front of Larry and Eddie and the public. 

“ Y/N?! What the hell is this baby?” he stammers, gesturing at you wildly. The Dogs tell him to calm down because he’s overreacting. You chide him too, reiterating that you guys were supposed to go to Target. The food was going to get cold soon. When you spoke, you had a weird lisp-like accent from your lips looking so swollen. It almost made White and Nice Guy crack up, but they reigned themselves in. 

“ They look fuckin’ hot, Mr. Orange. Don’t see what the big deal is over,” Eddie butted in, and Orange snapped back with “ Hey asshole, I’m right here y’know! Keep your bitching to yourself.” 

It’s the way he says it that makes you break out laughing and the other two join in. Orange stares dumbfounded, absolutely confused over what in the hell was going on. When you say it was a prank, only then does he laugh. You did get him pretty good, and White and Eddie finally got their well deserved revenge too. 

“NICE GUY” EDDIE CABOT ( tw here for some sexual comments and period mentions briefly )

I just had to use this GIF because it was so perfect to describe Eddie’s reaction to these pranks! By the way, none of the GIFS I use are mine and I give those who own them full credit! Anyways, Eddie is a cross between Pink, Blonde, and White with the pranks. He is very supportive of you taking confidence in your appearance and expressing yourself through your physical looks. He constantly rides you about accepting yourself because he hates seeing you sad, down, or ugly. You’re perfect to him and he wants you to understand that. But he’s also protective of you too. As we saw in the film, he has quite the temper that rivals his dad’s.

He was out for work reasons when you were at home on the phone with your best friend. Both of you were in the midst of a giggling conversation about some ideas for pranks you two had come up with. They had urged you to try the lip filler and the Target prank on Eddie, because they had gotten a hilarious reaction out of their partner. Whatever reaction you’d get out of your own boyfriend would be golden and you knew that. So you agreed to do them. You invited your friend over to your house to help you formulate the plan.

You phoned Eddie shortly afterwards, telling him that your best friend was over and you two were planning to have a girls night sleepover. Nice Guy had no qualms over that, smiling at how happy you sounded. He asked what you two had in store. As you spoke the words you and your friend had come up with, you slipped in that you two were going to do lip fillers—of which Eddie has no idea about how they work but knows how they look. He laughed it off, not taking you seriously, saying he was going to do one more thing for the Dogs, go to Target, and then come back home within an hour. When you hung up, you flashed a grin at your friend. You two rushed to the bathroom to get ready to meet him at Target.

About half an hour went past before you were ready to go. On the drive there, you both sang your favourite tunes at the top of your lungs, and had a blast the whole time. Sure enough, his Cadillac was parked close to the doors of the store. Dating Eddie for so long, you had an inkling of where he might be, so you two made a beeline to the dairy section. Rugged, babyfaced, and in his favourite windbreaker, he checked the expiry dates of a few different yogurt tubs. Your friend dragged you to the adjoining aisle where they made you break out laughing. You could practically feel Eddie freeze at hearing that all too familiar laugh. Sauntering out of rows of stacked soda and beer boxes, he saw you looking absolutely beautiful. Heat burned across his cheeks, jealously lighting him up.

“ Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?!” He caught up with you two, grabbing you gently into a hug. Innocent as an angel, you repeated the story that you had gotten your period/needed medicine and were picking up said products. He didn’t buy it, of course, getting slightly upset at you for coming so dressed up. “ You look like you’re ready for a singles night out at the club, baby, not to pick up shit at Target. Come on, what’s really going on, and don’t lie to me. You wanna get fucked by Daddy, is that it? I can do that for you, just not here…”

Finally both you and your friend crack up and spill the beans that it was a prank. He laughed too, amused by your cheekiness. As a reward for making him laugh, he bought you all the chocolate and treats you wanted for your sleepover. Let’s just say though that like Blonde, he punished you really good in the bedroom for your little stunt.

I hope that these were okay, and please do let me know if you need me to fix them up! I don’t mind whatsoever and only want them to be perfect for you! Thanks again for requesting anon and thank you all for reading, it means the world to me! Have a fantastic rest of your weekend guys, and keep those reqs coming! No pressure though, ha ha. Bye!

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Karl Heisenberg Valentine’s Day Drabble

“What are we to do in a few days?” You asked softly, the gentle dance of your words waltzed across the emptied apartment floor.

Rather than words you were greeted with a gruff grunt, the sound stomped upon your dancers, halting the delicate movements. He lay on his back, the bed dipped in a graceful manner to encapsulate the curvature of his rocky arms and tender chest. A lazy leg was kicked over the other, the heel of his boot barely hung from the edge. He knew how it sent waves of anger down your spine to see the freshly washed linen muddled with soot and ash, and yet he repeatedly tested the waters. The tips of his toes were always almost at your tipping point, pushing buttons you didn’t know you had.

“I’ve no more food in the cupboards, the flowers have wilted, and I swear I haven’t seen a lick of chocolate since being trapped in this God forsaken place.” Your mental pot was bubbling over. Months of living here was finally getting to you. You weren’t afforded any of the same luxuries that the west once brought. There was no market to run to down the street, no food delivery services, and there most certainly wasn’t WiFi. “Karl.”

He grunted once more.

“I swear to god I’m about to smack the shit out of you.”

“I’d like to see you try, sweetheart.”

In one swift motion, you crossed the room and lifted your hand to swipe it across the rugged flesh of his cheek, only to find yourself on the bed where he once lay, two hands pressing your arms firmly into the mattress. His legs straddled yours in an ungraceful manner, the tip of his nose brushed against yours.

“Like I said, I’d like to see you try.”

“Well, I clearly tried.” You retorted, wiggling your fingers as his grip tightened. His head dipped lower, mouth now peppering feathery kisses to the exposed portion of your neck. The coarse stubble of his aging beard raked over your chest as he drug out his display of affection, clearly yearning for more. “And it didn’t work.”

“‘Course it didn’t.” He mumbled against your skin, sending rushing waves of the sugary sweet vibrations in his voice through your body. “Never will.”

“You still never answered my question.”

“‘Bout what?” An arm now rested behind your neck, elevating your torso slightly as he continued his affectionate assault.

“Valentine’s day, it’s coming in a few days. I think we should do something.”

He chuckled. “We don’t celebrate Valentine’s like you westerners. It’s called Dragobete, not for another week or two.”

“Then what are we doing for...” his teeth drug against your jaw. “Jesus, Karl, would you keep it in your pants long enough for this conversation?”

“You’re a buzzkill.” He finally relented, moving you with him as he laid on his back.

“You’re a pervert.”

“Kay, fine. If all this Valentine’s junk is so important to you, how about I plan something?”

“Plan, what?”

“I don’t know, keep it a surprise. You won’t know, and I will. I’ll make it fun, you know me,”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Fun.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as he caught a strand of your hair and twirled it on his finger.

“It’ll be like a reward, for you and me. A big one, for finally being out of the clutches of that woman. Who knows? By Valentine’s Day, we’ll be free and by Dragobete we will be running this place like it’s ours.”

“You want to stay here?”

A long pause came next. His words were thoughtful and careful in delivery. “I want whats best for us. If that’s being some western white-picket fence schmuck, then so be it. If that means staying here, then I think I’d be okay with that too.”

“As long as it’s both of us?”

“That’s one thing that it has to be.”

The outside world had stilled as the sun dipped below the mountains that soared around the town. Crickets were chirping loudly in tune with the whipping wind that cascaded over the broken reservoir dam. You listened as the interior of the factory ground and banged, the machine still working in spite of the sleeping man who ran it all. His chest rose and fell repeatedly as his mind wandered through the deep abyss of his dreams. You wondered what he dreamt of.

Slowly, the night would consume you also as your eyelids grew heavy and the quiet lull of his rhythmic heartbeat played like a record you could never get tired of. A heartbeat that told you he was worth saving because even if he couldn’t hear it, you knew he had a heart and he had given it entirely to you.

And it would always be the two of you.

February 8th, 2021.