#Look on Yonder Wall

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Elmore James - Look on Yonder Wall

Elmore James - Look on Yonder Wall (1961) James "Beale Street" Clark from: "Shake Your Moneymaker" / "Look on Yonder Wall" (Single) "Elmore James: The Sky is Crying, The Ultimate Collection" (CD2) (2019 3-CD Box Set)

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JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Elmore James: Vocals / Guitar Sammy Myers: Harmonica Johnny "Big Moose" Walker: Piano Sammy Lee Bully: Guitar / Bass King Mose: Drums

Arranged by Elmore James Produced by Bobby Robinson

Recorded: @ J&M Studios in New Orleans, Louisiana USA August, 1961

Single Released: December, 1961 Fire Records

Compilation CD Released: on September 27, 2019 Sunset Blvd. Records

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Look on Yonder Wall (Song): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Look_on_Yonder_Wall

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2:26 AM EDT July 31, 2024:

Steve Miller Band - "Look On Yonder Wall" From the album Bingo! (June 15, 2010)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: San Franciscan Psychedelic Blues

[ineedtherapydesperately]

@valengory1234 you just sent me down an endless path imagining chloe speaking like shakespeare and being a shakespeare purist and shit like imagine the way she confessed to red or like flirts with red, or when she makes dirty jokes that nobody quite understands

like imagine chloe quietly confessing romeo and juliet style like but soft, what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and red is the sun. arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she all because red dragged them onto a random rooftop on auradon prep to stargaze?? and red is just laying there, staring at the moon in complete shock, slowly attempting to translate everything because what the fuck, was that shakespeare?? and holy shit chloe is such a nerd?? because red NEVER bothered to learn shakespeare but it's so familiar and she feels like that little monologue was important?? and chloe is sat there, looking down at red lovingly, straight cheesing as she watches the love of her life attempt to understand her words

i already headcanon bridget calling red 'rose', but imagine chloe calling red that because of shakespeare?? because the man LOVED using rose imagery to talk about love, and just imagine chloe saying like a rose by any other name would smell as sweet which leads me to another idea about glassheart/charminghearts that i may post later if anyone is interested

like imagine chloe just sees red one day and starts reciting sonnet 18 at her, just because?? shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? thou art more lovely and more temperate- and red is just here, steadily growing redder, face absolutely matching her name because chloe, isn’t that like a love poem??? and chloe is here like well yes, i am trying to confess to you here if you don’t mind

ugggh imagine chloe fondly watching red scale the walls of auradon prep, running along the rooftops which is absolutely against the code of conduct, but chloe can't find it in herself to care because it's red, because red, you draw me, you hard hearted adamant, but yet you draw not iron for my heart is true as steel. let's ignore how this is contextually where helena is crying to demetrius and pretend that it's just chloe lamenting quietly to herself about her (not so) unrequited crush <3

imagine chloe rereading much ado about nothing (because she would absolutely reread shakespearian plays) and when red asks her how the play is, chloe says i mean, i'd much rather there be some to do about your nothing and red is confused because that didn't make sense?? only it makes sense if you take elizabethan era slang into account, which chloe, face completely straight, suggests red searches up, only to burst into borderline maniacal giggles when red's face once more flushes horrendously because chloe what the actual fuck?! because this is so out of chloe's character??? whether this happens before or after they're dating is anyone's guess

@blood-carnation here you go :D i have so many more scenarios in my mind hehe (my english nerd is showing 😔)

[b4si1wh0]

From what I can tell, I can classify the mysteries so far into 5 main mysteries:

The Mrs Flood Mystery

The Susan Twist Mystery

The Mystery of The One Who Waits

The Mystery of Ruby Sunday’s Mother(??) Parent

The Mystery of Ruby Sunday

And here are my thoughts and theories on each of them (as well as fourth-wall breaks, and theories I do not like):

Mrs Flood:

She is Susan. I believe that ‘Susan’ Twist is a red herring, and Susan deserves her return. The fact that Ruby mentioned that she would be living in her time makes me even more sure, especially considering Ruby’s tendency to make things ‘happen’ - Strictly, Star Trek - more on that later.

She is River Song. A huge jump in likelihood, because I do believe her story is over, but you never know, and I don’t think I would be complaining about her return particularly. We don’t know Mrs Flood’s first name, which might be for a reason. Melody Pond, River Song and then xxxx Flood.

She is the One Who Waits. I’m going to probably say this about everyone but… idk what else to say. sHe’S tHe RaNi!!!11!!

Susan Twist:

She is the One Who Waits/part of the Pantheon of Gods. It just seems likely.

She is Ruby/Ruby’s mother. Seems the least likely, but in that case it would be a situation of ‘watching over’ Ruby in a way, but Susan Twist looks nothing like Ruby, so very unlikely.

She is no one/a spy. This works well for my first point regarding Ruby’s parent, but I think she might be a spy for The Trickster to keep an eye on the Doctor/Ruby. They could also be the same thing as the ‘Bad Wolf’, ‘Torchwood’ and ‘Vote Saxon’ - they don’t make sense until the finale, she might not make sense until the finale.

The One Who Waits:

Obviously one of the pantheon of Gods - I do believe the most powerful.

Probably Ruby’s mother, or someone related to Ruby.

We don’t know who they are yet. Some new guy. Hoping any one of these.

Ruby’s Parent:

THE TRICKSTER FROM THE SARAH JANE ADVENTURES! The hood and cloak are the same, the desolate London is so similar and the theme when Maria has The Trickster’s box in her bed and when Ruby was hoisted into the air is the same - please just search on youtube, it will probably be there. Plus, The Trickster would work well with the Pantheon of Gods - the Gods of CHAOS - what The Trickster thrives on.

A powerful being from the Gods of Chaos - an evil thing, the One Who Waits.

Someone the Doctor may recognise - though I doubt it somehow.

Ruby:

The daughter of one of the Gods of Chaos - you cannot deny her powers, in terms of the snow, mentioning things and then they exist - she mentions the Butterfly Effect- it happens. She mentions Star Trek in Space Babies, and the crew are dressed in uniforms eerily similar to the Star Trek ones. She mentions Strictly - who come but Johannes and Shirley from Strictly.

A supernatural entity - like a changeling, or something like that. The DNA scan said she was human, but it was only 70% done - that might be foreshadowing something - in terms that she is not human. In The Wild Blue Yonder, The Doctor let superstition come in - maybe he also let Ruby in.

A bad guy. One of the Gods of Chaos, the One Who Waits. Getting close to The Doctor all this time… maybe this won’t even be revealed until series 15. That would be great in my opinion honestly!

The last episode - ‘The Legend of Ruby Sunday’ makes me believe that she is older than she is. It is not the story, it is the legend - the Google definition being ‘a traditional story sometimes popularly regarded as historical but not authenticated. Not a word being used for a 19-year-old girl from Manchester, methinks.

Fourth-wall breaks: The Legend of Ruby Sunday seems to be based on a TV show - now we get to the ‘Doctor Who’ is a TV show in ‘Doctor Who’ - e.g. The Doctor can hear the non-diegetic music. I think this is a great idea. (I have written a fan-fiction about this 2 years ago hehe).

I DO NOT think these theories are true: 

The Doctor is Ruby’s parent. Nope. Too obvious, lazy and just plain weird.

Ruby is Ruby’s parent?? Weird and impossible. Very very timey-wimey.

The Master is returning - I don’t think they are this series - keep in mind that we only last saw them 6 episodes as of now (after Boom - not counting The Tooth).

THANK YOU READING IF YOU’VE READ ALL OF THIS!!!

[duckduckington]

Differences of the WoY visual style between the pilot and the final show (Along some other stuff) (Part 1)

So a crap-ton of cartoon show bibles and pilots surfaced recently, which is kind of fucking cool, and it included stuff from Wander over Yonder, which is way fucking cooler.

First thing I did was over-analyze the show's visual style and I figure I should put my findings somewhere, so here you go! In a chronological order, it's easier that way (and builds suspense for the real good stuff, ooohooooh (in a spooky ghost voice)).

The first shot alone already brings forth some differences. As far as I know, the show never illustrates space like this, entirely black with just a couple of stars to break the void. There's usually some blue star dust or something, kinda like this:

The skullship was planned to be 3D-animated apparently, instead of being drawn in the same style as the backgrounds. This allows for WAY more complex movements, since it's easier to pull off.

We then get to take a looksie inside of the ship... this isn't like ANYTHING in the show.

We do see control rooms on occasion, but not one like this. It's a circular room with rows of watchdogs on the wall, watching monitors, circulating the middle where Hater sits on his throne. The railings on its support carry Peepers and his cockpit. Two watchdogs control the ship (I think) at the front. That blue goop at the top might be the ship's brain (you can also already see some animation errors in the front, peep their grabbers). There ain't ever been a color palette inside the ship like this, they usually opt for red and black rather than red and white. This might have been their solution to making the characters native to Hater pop out against the background before deciding to just substitute black for purple.

There's still bright locations within the skullship, but they're non-threatening ones, like the food court.

Commander Peepers and the watchdogs have designs that, while closer to their final versions than the pitch bible (or whatever that cover of that graphic novel was supposed to be), carry some traits still worth pointing out (well, so does everything here, but pshhhshshhhshh).

SHINY

COLLARS

Puffy collars around necks, wrists and ankles.

Detailed irises.

Detailed soles on shoes.

Those lines on their gloves that you see in your grandpa's toons.

(bugs bunny pictured flipping the bird)

This is specific to Peepers; the jagged thunder-spike on his helmet has dimension to it, as opposed to the implied dimension in his final design. Spikes on the side are also way longer here.

His eye/face emotes differently by just utilizing a black eyelid, rather than turning the hat into a pseudo-eyebrow, kinda like Double D from Ed, Edd n' Eddy.

We then get a glimpse at Hater's design...

Despite his face missing, you can already see some differences, like his arms resembling more those of an actual skeleton and packing a lot less mass. His hood is also a bit more tout and the folds surrounding it have more empathis.

Another space shot with some shapes to break up the infinite black; it's not always you see a warm color palette for space in the actual show.

Maybe here, when Wander and Sylvia stop the sun from blowing up in "The Good Deed".

When entering the city that's about to get its shit stirred by Hater, we notice that there aren't ANY other locations illustrated like this. We usually have smooth, airbrushy looking stuff, when this is more reminiscent of a comic strip, with clear lines and some hatching to indicate weight here and there. Same goes for the townsfolk, they remind me of... Krazy Kat or something. Craig McCracken has gone on record saying he drew a lot of inspiration from old comic strips, but I don't know if Krazy Kat is one of them. I just thought of it :)

The inside of the skullship looked different so this place might have had an unique artstyle to other locations we would've seen in this version of the show, but that would also be a big difference since the actual show keeps the background style consistent throughout the whole run (as far as I know).

Goes in hand with the skullship; the watchdogs are 3D-animated here, although subtly.

Different gun designs... they look more like water guns here. Big ol' TUBES. Their guns in the show are more sci-fi-esque.

Hater's logo is different, in-line with his design. Way flatter design too. Might as well take a look at his actual face now.

Well, more like next time. Just found out you can only use up to 30 images in one post. Oopsies. I'll continue this when I have the energy! I'll continue my chronological analysis/rambling and perhaps talk about the general art-style and animation at the end. Might take me a couple of more posts.

[generalpalacefishgoop]

Demon lore w/ Tina, Mouse and Em

TinaKitten twitch VOD ID : 2052327269 (QSMP!! IS!! BACK!!! QSMP 2024!!! 03-Feb-2024)

(pls let me know if I've missed anything else)

Em tells Tina how she lost her first life, Tina comforts her, vowing to kill them all, but seems appalled (or shocked?) that Em wants to become a demon as well. She tries to talk her out of it but the server crashed lmao.

Tina :"Mom will kill all of them, don't worry. Every single one of them, ok? Mom will paint the walls red, don't worry."

Em :"thats why i wanna be a demon then i can live with you forever"

Tina : *shocked* "...ooohh...uhh...I've always wanted to not be, but I've never thought about it that way. Immortality is lonely you know, it's lonely, it's not...bad...but you know they say demons have to, you know, usually um, terrible things had to have happened for them to become- what the fuck"

(end of clip)

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Shortly after, they met up with Mouse.

Tina, Mouse, and Em discovers a Nether portal. Mouse goes in. Tina looks back at Em.

Em :*shakes head*

Tina :"Ok, you’re right. That’s a bad idea. I’m not ready to got home anyways. Let’s go, let’s go over yonder. Um-"

Em :*hits Tina*

Tina :"Woah! God, you pack a punch, little one. Gee-whiz."

Em :"what do you mean home? :O"

Tina :"Um…I mean you know…*wink wink*"

Em :"wait eomma don’t tell me o-o"

Tina :"Ok, I won’t."

Em :*fall into pieces*

Tina :"Was that reverse psychology? What was that? That’s never worked on me, never."

Em :"are you like mami mouse? :O"

Tina :"Um in some ways..only-only a little but-but not exactly in the way that she is. She’s a bit more proud, you know? She’s a bit more proud."

Em :"oh are you not happy to be a demon? :("

Tina :"Of course not honey, most of them aren’t…well….…if they are aware…then-then maybe um they wouldn’t be. A lot of them are blissfully ignorant, you know? They like their ways."

Em :"do you think its bad to be one?"

Tina :"Mm, that’s a good question…"

Mouse comes back (she ended up at spawn, nether is currently disabled)

Tina :"Do you think it’s bad to be a demon?"

Mouse :"Of course not."

Tina :"See? Some of them are very proud."

Mouse :"Wait, why are you asking Empanada? Did you-"

Tina :"She just asked me if-if demons are proud to be them, then I said, sometimes they are"

Mouse :"Of course! I’m super proud to be a demon!"

Tina :"Yeah!"

Em :"but what is YOUR opinion"

Tina :"Um *ahem* well, if ,you know, if-if I were to be within that branch, within that family tree, I would not be proud, because they’re evil incarnate, you see? They’re bad."

Mouse :"We’re not evil incarnate! What are you talking about?"

Tina :”Oh….you don’t think so?”

Mouse :”There’s a difference between being turned into a demon and being born as a demon. If you’re turned into a demon, you’re evil! If you’re born a demon, you’re not evil at all! It’s just who you are!”

Tina :”Oh well….ok well….doesn’t that just solve a lot of our questions…"

Mouse :"Damn right it does."

Em :"oh so oh"

Tina :*mm-hm* *mm-hm* "We nod, we nod and press on, and we don’t-we don’t-we don’t-we don’t go around talking about it, you know?"

Mouse :"You should be proud of who you are."

Tina :"I’m just Tina."

Em :"i’m confused :("

Tina :"It’s ok, it’s not for us to solve today. Today, all we have to do is build a house, you know?"

Same day, a few hours after...Bad and Dapper also did some demon lore but it was less...heavy? lol it was silly....one about demon blood and.....giving birth...

[iminkandpaper]

In which the answer is not always love.

°•○

"The answer," Protagonist gasped. "It's love."

A beat of silence at the revelation. And another. Then-

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Knight threw her hands up. "This must be some kind of joke."

Protagonist turned slightly, as did Sorcerer and a tied up Antagonist.

"What? Don't you look at me like that, we gathered all these things, went on a wild goose chase to find the un-fucking-findable," Knight ranted, "and its love?"

Antagonist snickered into his shoulder.

"Love isn't even tangible!"

She walked up to the rocky cave and kicked it, immediately springing back with a yelp. "That hurt."

"It's a rock wall," Antagonust supplied, "it wasn't going to hug you."

"But love?" Knight sounded pained, whether from frustration or actual pain Antagonist couldn't tell.

"Well it's the only reasonable answer," Protagonist said. "The riddle doesn't make sense if not Love."

"And just how do you plan on fitting love into that there keyhole?"

Sorcerer scrat hed his beard thoughtfully. He nodded twice and wagged his finger at Knight. "She has a point, you know. The keyhole is there for a reason."

Antagonist raised uis limp hand from where it was bound above him. "If i may make a suggestion?"

"As long as it doesn't include murder or arson." Protagonist eyed him warily.

He let his hand fall with a sigh. "I no longer would like to make a suggestion."

They stood there in silence a while longer, each trying to decipher the riddle.

"Nope," Protagonist said, shaking her head.

"It just-"

"It must be love-"

"There isn't another explanation-"

"What else could it be-"

"Arson?"

"No."

"Anything but love, I beg."

"But what else-?"

"I fucking hate this."

Knight picked up the scroll again.

°•

Of two I join, of one I touch, empty

Without thee. In one I trust where no one

Looks, inside I find - a treasure like no

other. Glimmering and glittering a

Twisted token of emotion given

Freely, taken gratefully, held with care

°•

"You idiots." Knight flung the paper at Antagonists head. "You assholes."

"It wasn't me," Antagonist said.

"Its poetry."

Protagonist shook her head. "That can't be the answer, it-"

"No, Protag, it's poetry." Knight plopped down on a conveniently flat rock. She said bluntly, just to make it absolutely clear: "you stole the wrong scroll. This is some bloke writing to his lover off yonder."

"Ah." Protagonist shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "So we kidnapped Sorcerer for nothing then."

"Not really. Can you blow this wall up?"

"Um."

"I told you," Antagonist said accusingly to Knight. "I told you, when in doubt, arson."

[lazulian-devil]

"Into the Frayed" Project

Im making a little masterpost for my audio drama WIP, which will allow me to conveniently send you where you need to be sent if you're interested in it.

Here are all posts I've ever tagged with "Into the frayed". And here are all the ones that relate specifically to the production process. Theres also the gods, if you want to look at the worldbuilding.

Whats "Into the Frayed"?

Into the Frayed is a fantasy audio drama, told via letters. It happens in my fictional world of Valfern (Val coming from the german word "Wall" meaning wall or fence, Fern coming from the german word for far, in the distance, or yonder). If you wanna know how to say that properly, google how someone would say Walküre (thats Valykrie) in german. The "fern" is honestly fairgame because I say whatever feels best. Sometimes more german, sometimes more english. Go bonkers.

Valfern is a world in which magic isnt perceived as positive, instead being a corrupting and malevolent force. Unfortunately, magic doesnt care much about its public perception and therefore sinks its teeth into many a thing, including people. These people are called "Jinxes" and generally ostracised. Theres a whole lot more to it (old gods and new gods and a surprising amount of plant research) but thats the gist :p

Our protagonist is Vaughn, a person (because I havent cast any voices yet, they could be any gender) who is slowly developing into a Jinx and needs to run away from their village to save themselves. They take this journey together with a Ravensworth (thats a fancy title for a mercenary) and write letters to their last ally among wolves: Franzis, their childhood friend. Vaughns goal is to make it beyond Sentinel, the city at the mountains border. Its a known story that the people beyond dont view Jinxes as Jinxes and if they just make it that far, they would be fine.

So only one question remains: Will they make it?

So, what now?

I'm working on finishing a "Proof of concept" episode, that has the first exchange between Vaughn and Franzis and is about... 5 letters aka 10-15 long? If that works out and I like it and enjoy making it, I have enough of a plot outline to script a small seasons worth of content (no more than 90 minutes total, because of sanity).

I did plot out the entire storyline and the supporting cast, but one needs to start small and grow steadily instead of burning once and brightly.

Anyways. I hope this gives you some insight into what I'm doing. If you have any questions, do ask. Especially world building questions.

Otherwise, I'll just start word vomiting all my research in small tidbits into my Tumblr.

Bye :)

[cookies-over-yonder]

right there where you left it, lying upside down

The teens spend some time resting and recovering at the Oak-Swallows-Garcia household.

It's been days, and Taylor hasn't said a word.

[title from everything stays from adventure time]

for @cookies-over-yonder (yes, me. i wrote this for me. fuck.)

ao3

“How—how are you guys? I—I—I’m… I’m—I’m not fine… but—but I’m… just…”

Normal sucks in a breath and swipes at his tears. Sparrow squeezes his shoulder. There’s fresh burn scars scattered across his body, but his eyes are open, and he’s breathing, and he’s alive, and stable—physically anyway—and that’s really all she could ask for. It’s been days. She doesn’t know how many. She doesn’t think anyone does. Lark isn’t happy, and neither is she. The kids need to rest.

And one of them is dead .

A backyard burial without their own parents. Lark thought it was unnecessary and that they were just losing time. Sparrow thinks he’s the only one who didn’t cry.

“I’m, uh… I guess I’m okay, Norm,” Scary answers, still holding his hand like it's his last lifeline. Sparrow isn’t sure she’s let go at all, or if she ever will.

Her voice is shaking like her hands, and her eyes are wide. No tears now, but her face is red from the way there were earlier.

She spares a quick glance to Link before bringing her gaze back to Normal, and then to the Doodler— Dood , lying in Normal’s lap. Asleep? Can it sleep?

She’s been pressed up against Normal nonstop, leaning on him, laying on him, like an eldritch weighted blanket.

“Yeah, same,” Link says, though the way he’s been anxiously wringing his hands together for the past few hours says otherwise. It… reminds Sparrow a little of Grant. The anxious mannerisms, the inflections of his voice, it’s… he’s left an imprint. For sure.

“Taylor?” Normal asks, glancing over at the kid half in his sleeping bag, half sitting up against the wall with a pillow wrapped in his arms.

And there’s nothing but silence.

At first, Sparrow thinks he’s asleep, but through the darkness there’s the faint glow of his sclera. A trait Sparrow knew well from Nicky. The demonic glow seems to have passed down, reflected in little Taylor. Normal’s spare clothes seem to fit him a lot nicer than the other two, probably since he’s quite short in stature.

“Taylor?” Link echoes. They’re all looking at him now, and still, he doesn’t say a word.

Link reaches out a hand and taps Taylor’s ankle.

He’s awake, eyes wide and staring straight ahead. His breathing is slow and steady, but still, he’s not responding.

…

Come to think of it, Taylor’s quite chatty, and yet Sparrow isn’t sure he’s spoken since they got inside the FBI’s headquarters.

He hasn’t said a word since Hermie…

Oh, Taylor…

The others glance at each other worriedly. Sparrow puts up a hand when she sees them start to move closer to him—crowding wouldn’t be the best idea.

Instead, Sparrow lets herself leave Normal’s side only for a moment, and she crawls over to him. Taylor’s eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly agape, revealing the point of a fang. His lips are horribly chapped and bloody—some of that blood looks fresh.

“Taylor,” Sparrow says so low it could almost be a whisper, lifting a hand to his shoulder, before placing it down slowly for little chance of startling him. “Can you hear me?”

Taylor blinks and continues staring off.

Sparrow thinks she might cry again. Had he been dissociating this whole time and she hadn’t noticed?

She squeezes Taylor’s shoulder and starts to run her hand up and down Taylor’s arm.

“Hey, okay, just listen to me, hon. I know it’s really scary, but you’re safe right now. I need you to try and focus on me.”

Taylor still shows no sign of acknowledgement.

“What’s wrong with him?” Scary asks, matching Sparrow’s volume.

“He’s just in shock,” she answers, though she’s not sure what she can do anymore. Grounding techniques… many used and many forgotten…

“Lincoln, could… you get me an ice pack from the freezer?”

He nods, and he’s off immediately.

Here’s to hoping that’ll work, she thinks, carefully prying Taylor’s hands away from the pillow and holding them in her own.

Link returns swiftly with the ice pack and she takes it, lets go of Taylor briefly to wrap it inside a loose pillowcase, and places it in his hands, holding the backs of them steady, making sure he can feel the ice.

It’s something that worked for Lark growing up, she remembers. Something about strong physical sensations pulling you out of your head and back to the present.

Taylor’s gaze breaks away from whatever distant spot it was locked on, and he’s looking at their hands and the ice. That’s good. This is good.

“Can you feel that, Taylor?” she asks.

“‘S cold…” he mumbles, his voice so small, so fragile, she almost can’t hear it.

“It is. Keep focusing on it, okay?”

Taylor closes his eyes, and his hands start to shake. Sparrow suspects it isn’t purely from the cold.

Especially when it spreads. Anxious trembles running across his body. After a while, he speaks again.

“I…” he mumbles, opening his eyes, “Wha…”

He looks at Sparrow. And actually at her. Not past her. Not through her.

“Can you hear me?” she asks again.

“Ye…yeah… hi…”

“Hey, kiddo.”

Taylor looks at the walls, and then at the floor, and then at the ceiling, and then out the window. “Um…”

“We’re at your friend Normal’s house. We’ve been staying here for a little bit,” she tells him, sensing his confusion.

“Right. I… I knew that…” he says, looking over at Link, then Scary, then Normal. Sparrow takes her hands and slides them up and down his arms once more, when he starts another question…

“Where’s… where’s—”

He cuts himself off with a sharp gasp, and oh, it hurts .

He’s just a kid.

They’re all kids .

Sparrow thinks she might cry.

Taylor stands up fast, dropping the ice and breathing faster, and Sparrow is quick to catch him when he starts tipping over. His body temperature much higher than before, much like Nicky when he’d start to panic.

“Let’s sit back down,” she says, guiding him back to the sleeping bag. He’s hyperventilating now.

“That—Hermie—tha… that’s… that wasn’t real, right?” he asks between breaths.

“Taylor, hey, slow dow—”

“It wasn’t, right? ” he asks again, his voice gaining more strength however strained it might be.

Sparrow doesn’t know what to say.

“I mean—he’s, like, freakishly resilient! Or—or—or—or just lucky… either… either way! There’s no way!” he continues, yelling now, locking eyes with everyone one by one and bordering on hysteria. “Why aren’t you guys saying anything!?”

Scary starts, “Taylor—”

“We buried him in the backyard,” Link finishes.

Taylor lets out a choked squeak sort of noise, and the waterworks start. It’s not sobs, just a steady stream of tears as the frantic breaths continue. “Maybe it was a—a—another scam…?”

“It’s been days, Taylor,” Scary says.

“ Days? ”

“Ye—”

Before Scary can finish her sentence, Taylor is booking it out the door and into the yard, nearly tripping over himself but stumbling out nonetheless.

“Taylor!” two simultaneous calls from Link and Scary as they get up and chase after him.

Sparrow’s about to follow when she sees her son has stayed put.

Curled in on himself.

Crying.

It’s something she’s seen much of lately, and every time, more of her shatters.

Dood stirs, and turns to wrap his arms around Normal’s waist. The purple static is exceedingly hard to look directly at, but Sparrow’s heart aches nonetheless.

She just wants to make it all go away…

“Oh my god!”

“Taylor, stop! ”

Screams from the backyard.

Sparrow runs out.

Taylor is squirming in Link’s grip, breathing harder and faster than before.

“ Let me go! ” he screams, punching Link in the arm repeatedly with dirtied fists—

Dirtied fists…?

Sparrow’s gaze slips from Taylor to Scary, who’s standing in front of the grave with her arms outstretched, like she’s guarding it. And the grave… oh…

It’s a mess.

The flower has toppled over, and bits of dirt are spread around it.

Oh.

Oh, Taylor .

“ Ow! ” Link shouts. Taylor is kicking at his legs now.

“Fucking— let go! ” Taylor screams again, and the sheer volume could wake up the whole of San Dimas.

“I won’t. You’re—you’re not stable right now, man!”

Taylor lets out a whine, and Link yelps in pain, claw-like nails digging into the flesh of his arms.

“Put me—put me down!” he whines. His face is red, he’s trembling worse, and he’s sucking in breaths like he’s trapped underwater and his lungs have lost their air.

“Taylor, breathe !” Link shouts, his voice strained. Blood trickles down his arm from where Taylor’s piercing the skin.

“Let me go!”

“You know that I won’t.”

Taylor only wheezes in response, pulling his hands away for a moment, revealing bloodied nails, before feebly attempting to pry Link’s arms off him once more.

“Taylor, listen to me,” Link says, holding him tighter and taking on a gentler tone, “stop fighting, it’s not worth it.”

Somehow, this calms him some—well, it stops him from actively attacking.

His head tips forward a little, and his eyes start to droop.

“Taylor, hey, hey, hey, breathe. Breathe. You’re gonna pass out,” Link says, turning Taylor around so he’s pressed up against Link’s chest, and taking an exaggerated breath in for Taylor to follow. He doesn’t.

“But…” he whines.

“There’s no use,” Scary says, taking a step closer to the two. “He’s gone, and I don’t think… looking at his body will change that. It might just make you throw up.”

Taylor lets out a small squeak, and, at last, a sob rips through him.

And another. And another. And another.

A cacophony of sobs becomes muffled in an instant when Link holds him closer, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back, his eyes glassy with newfound tears. Scary holds his hand in one of hers and rubs his arm with her other, tears sliding down her face as well.

Sparrow approaches the grave.

She moves the dirt back where it belongs, restoring the even surface it had before, and she’s careful to pick up the flower and not hurt it when she replants it, upright and steady, patting down the dirt around it to keep it secure.

She hopes this didn’t disturb their rest, but if it did, she hopes they know how much Taylor cares.

[rastronomicals]

1:31 AM EDT July 18, 2024:

Steve Miller Band - "Look On Yonder Wall" From the album Bingo! (June 15, 2010)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: San Franciscan Psychedelic Blues

[hannahssimblr]

“Clóda,” one stone. 

“Clóda,” another. 

“Fuck sake,” I murmur to myself, then throw a third, bigger one, which smacks off her window so loudly that I’m briefly paralysed with fear that it has broken the glass. Thankfully it hasn’t. She comes out onto the balcony.

“There you are,” she says quietly, peering down at me in her garden as I drop my handful of stones and wipe the dirt on my thighs. 

“Yeah, here I am. This is a bit Shakespearean isn’t it?” 

“Huh?”

“Like, you know, 'but soft, what light through yonder window breaks…. Defy thy father, refuse thy name', et cetera,” I pause before clarifying, “Romeo and Juliet, no?”

“Oh, I did The Merchant of Venice for my Junior Cert.”

“I thought you’d have still gotten the reference.”

She leans over the balcony to point to a precarious looking trellis against the wall, “If you climb up that thing you’ll be able to reach me.”

“Right,” I say, and press my foot against the flimsy timber to test my weight, “You know I’m like, nearly thirteen stone?” 

“You can try.”

“And if I break it?”

“Hmm, try not to,” she suggests. 

“Right,” I brace myself by slotting my fingers into a gap between some brick facade on the side of the house and I haul myself onto the trellis, and it groans but doesn’t give. “I’m good, I think I’m good.”

From there it’s not so bad. I nimbly move up the wall, grab hold of the sun room gutters and grab a hold of the balcony railings, where I find myself thrilled in the way a child is, having climbed somewhere he is not supposed to climb, the king of the castle overlooking his vast land, though I can’t really see much in the dark countryside, save a few car headlights in the distance, the lighthouse flashing over the bay. 

“Um, here,” Clóda hisses, and I realise I have briefly forgotten my objective, but the rest is easy, I just swing myself over the railing and I’m up. 

“Nice that you’ve a balcony,” I comment, “I don't know many other people who have one of these.”

“We built this house a few years ago, and for some reason I wanted a balcony in my room, I don’t know, I was like, ten, and it was a stupid idea because it’s mostly too cold out here to even make use of.” 

“Useful now though, huh?” 

She tucks her hair behind her ears and bats her eyelashes at me, “yeah I suppose it is.”

She pushes the door open and we creep into her room where the only light is from the glow of the television screen in the corner. It’s clean, very clean with no clutter or clothes lying around, which always freaks me out for reasons that I cannot explain. The idea that a person would have the interest or discipline to keep their bedroom clean is odd. If a person's bedroom is a mirror to the inside of their mind, then the lack of chaos in hers is foreign and unrelatable. 

While she switches on a pink fringed bedside light I throw myself down on the neatly tucked duvet just so that I can mess it up a little bit, to mark my territory like some kind of wild dog let loose in a palace. I peer at her CD collection and mess that up too by pulling one out and showing it to her, “Jesse McCartney, huh? You a fan?”

She goes pink and grabs it out of my hand, “Yeah I used to be, I dunno, not so much anymore, I don’t know why I still have that.”

I grab another, “Who are the Jonas Brothers?” 

“Oh, they’re-”

“That guy in the middle has a pretty wild haircut, would you fancy me with that?”

“No,” she giggles and takes that CD off me too, then slots them carefully back where they were, “I have some silly stuff, I probably shouldn’t have it all out.”

“Nah, well, look, you have some great stuff here, how ‘bout this? Black Holes and Revelations? I love this album, you know I saw Muse live last year.”

The mattress sinks as she sits next to me, “Really? Was it when they came to Ireland?”

“Nah it was in the states.”

Her eyes flash with intrigue, “like, America?”

“Mm, yeah.”

“That’s so cool.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, that you just, like, go to America and stuff. I don’t know anybody who’s gone to America yet, and I want to go so badly.”

I shrug, “well you should, then.”

“How often do you go?”

“Not often, I was there last year and then before that…” I try to remember, “I think I was maybe twelve. It takes a long time to get to where I’m going, you know, from here you can only get to New York and then you have to get a connecting flight and all of that,” thinking about the ordeal of it exhausts me, but Clóda is leaning forward in fascination, as hearing the words ‘New York’ come out of my mouth has sent a thrill through her. 

“What do you go for?”

“Just to visit family and stuff.”

“You’ve family there?”

“Of course, did you not know that my dad is American?”

She frowns, “Well you sound a little bit American but I thought… I don’t know, really, I thought you were putting it on or something.”

“What, like, for attention?”

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head, impatient, “where do you go?”

“Well… I’ve some family in California and some in New Mexico, which is like, a state in the southwest, kinda wedged between Texas and California, if you can imagine that on a map,” I leave out poor Arizona just to make it easier on her, because nobody here knows what the hell a New Mexico, (‘no, no not Mexico, New Mexico’) is so it’s best to keep it concise. 

Clóda is nodding vigorously, “California, like, LA.”

“Kind of. Like, my dad comes from a place called San Bernardino, which is-” I take her wrist and trace a line on the soft skin of her inner arm, “-to the east of LA, say, an hour or two away, depending on the traffic, yeah? And then his family, like his aunts and uncles and their parents, who we used to visit sometimes, they’re living in a place way up north,” I run a gentle trail all the way up to the sleeve of her t-shirt, “to the very tip top of the Sacramento valley in this rugged, gold rush town…” I lift my eyes to her and she’s staring at my hand, following the motion of my finger as I skim the tip of it over her shoulder and across the taut skin of her collarbone. I prepare myself to say more sexy things about the Sacramento river and the rolling hills and the central valley and whatever else I usually bang on about whenever someone asks, but she looks into my eyes and says: “Is there an Abercrombie where you go?”

“Huh?”

“Abercrombie and Fitch.”

I frown, “Yeah?”

“Oh, wow.” She pushes me onto my back and lays on top of me, gazing down at me with fervid glitter in her eyes, “If you go back to America this year, could you buy me something from there?”

I search in her eyes for some sign that she’s joking and determine that she isn’t. She really wants me to do that. “Yep, sure,” I say.

“Ah, that’d be amazing. You know the way they have those bags too? The ones with the black and white pictures of the guys' bodies on them? Well there was a girl in my class who…”

And I zone out and I stop listening to her as she talks about laminating the bags and carrying school books in them, and I wonder if she will even notice the glazed over look in my eyes as I let my eyes unfocus and stare into the middle distance between her and her pastel pink walls and ask myself some serious questions. 

Do I like her?

She’s pretty though.

Sure, she’s pretty but is she fun? 

She likes Muse.

She’s not even very nice though, is she? She’s said a few weird things in the past.

Yeah but I’ve had sex with her now.

I can’t really stop talking to her or anything, can I? That’d mean I’m a dickhead. 

But would I rather be a dickhead or be miserable?

Maybe both outcomes will make me miserable. Maybe I’m just pre-programmed to be a miserable person. Or am I just cursed?

I zone back in for a moment, “...and then Mr. Brennan confiscated all of them, and there was this whole thing where the parents council…” What is happening? 

“Uh huh,” I say, “Uh huh… uh huh, what? That’s crazy,” God she is really pretty though, the kind of pretty that’s hard to find, and it’s not like there’s anyone else around, is there? It’d be awkward to stop seeing each other now with two whole weeks left of the summer. 

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[michelleleewise]

🌹Her Romeo🌹

Pairing: Avenger Loki x insecure female reader

Warnings: crying, flashbacks, tiny but of angst, fluff, soft smut (mildly graphic), soft dom reader,

Summary: Loki enacts his plan, you find out what really happened....

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout, and special thanks to @mochie85 for letting me send this to you and @vbecker10 for letting me bounce ideas off of!! You guys are amazing!!! 💚💚

Part Five -- Part Six-

Loki got out of the cab, pulling some money from his pocket he tossed it into the window as he walked up the sidewalk. He looked up to the large house with a heavy sigh. This has to work he thought as he checked his other pocket before walking around to the back. He looked around the sparsly lit yard smiling, Val had done her due diligence hanging small balls of light across the space, his eyes traveled around the edge of the area lined with rose bushes and flowers, crickets singing their song in the distance made a warmth wash over him, it almost reminded him of his evenings spent in his mother's gardens. He looked up to the room Val had told him you were in seeing the light was still on as he walked closer..

"But, soft, What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and y/n is the sun." He whispered "Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief." He continued, stopping under the window watching as you walked out onto the balcony holding something in your hand. He watched you silently, stepping into the shadows as you leaned on the balustrade. "It is my lady, O, it is my love, O, that she knew she were." He whispered seeing you set a small frame next to you "I miss you Loki, but I don't want to." He heard you whisper into the night.

"She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses, i will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks." He said aloud stepping out of the shadows to get a better look at you "two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return." He continued, his eyes not leaving you "What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven. Would, through the airy region, stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night." His mind filled with images of the last two years, the moments you shared as he watched you lean your head in your hand "See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!" He said as his knees met the ground, tears welling in his eyes when you looked down.

"Loki? What are you doing here?" You called out wiping your cheeks "I have come to see you my love." He said watching you. "How did you even know where I was!? How did you get here?" You yelled looking around "With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt." He yelled up to you seeing you shake your head "loki...I've been doing alot of thinking and maybe..." you trailed off watching him jump up and stride to the house "what are you..." you said seeing him begin to climb the trellis "loki! Your going to fall!" You yelled rushing to the side of the balcony when his hand reached over the balustrade pulling himself up and over "please my love, let me explain." He said quietly walking towards you "i..I don't know, I just..." you said looking down

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" He asked making you look up at him, now noticing he was wearing his deep green leathers, the gold of his armor glinting in the light as you watched him fall to his knees "w...what satisfaction are you talking about Loki?" You asked stepping back "The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine, I take thee at thy word, Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized." He said sending shiver up your spine, his voice was a balm to your aching soul "I told you how much I love you loki, multiple times! But it wasnt..." He cut you off "Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?" He asked, looking into his eyes you saw tears beginning to gather "Loki...I...I'm not enough for you, I know that now." You said sitting in the chair putting your head in your hands. "No my love, you are more then enough, you are everything to me." Loki said coming to kneel in front of you.

You cleared you throat looking up seeing tear lines steaming down his cheeks "my love, please...allow me to show you what transpired opening night." He said holding his hands up "and if after you still wish me to go...I will never darken your door again." He said shakely "please..." he whispered. You nodded, closing your eyes feeling his fingers on your temples "this may feel a bit odd." He said. images flashed In your mind when suddenly you were standing in Loki's dressing room. Looking over you saw Loki fixing his tie in the mirror before checking his watch when someone knocked on the door. Everything happened in rapid succession as you saw her jump into his lap, the door opening next to you as she pressed her lips to his. You closed your eyes, shaking your head when you felt the room spin, opening them seeing her laying on the couch when Loki stormed in.

"is she finally gone?" You heard her snark as she sat up "get out of my dressing room...now!" He yelled making you jump as he grabbed his coat. "looking for this?" You heard her ask holding up a small box when Loki snatched it out of her hand. "No...he wasn't..." you whispered watching him put it in his pocket when his voice brought you back "she is a better woman then you will ever be." He growled stepping closer her "you are nothing but a trollop...a harlot looking for her next opportunity." He said watching her eyes widen "did you truly believe you could win my affections with your manipulation?" He asked, you looked to her smiling at her terror as he continued his verbal assualt "you are nothing but a conniving, deceitful cunt." He snarled towering over her as she fell back onto the couch "you are the dirt beneath my queens feet." He said leaning over her "you...are...nothing." He hissed standing back up.

You were jerked back to the present, gasping as Loki slowly took his fingers from your head "that is what happened." He said looking down "I should have listened to you, i..." he started when you put your finger on his lips "no, I should have talked to you, told you how I was feeling but I...I thought I was losing you." You said dropping your hand. "No love, I should have paid more attention, if I had been more observant." He trailed off fidgeting with his fingers "Loki, can I ask you something?" You asked when his eyes met yours "anything love." He said straightening his back "were you...the box..." you said looking down "yes...I was." He said reaching into his pocket pulling out the same box you saw in the memory clearing his throat.

"Y/n, you are the sun to my moon...I cannot exist without you. You regulate me...steady me. The last two years of my life have been the best I've ever had, will you honor me and be my juliet?" He asked opening the box holding it out to you. You felt tears well in your eyes seeing the bright emerald shining back at you, looking up meeting his eyes "only if you'll be my romeo." You said smiling feeling a tear roll down your cheek "only yours my love." He said pulling the ring from the box he gently grabbed your hand, sliding it on when he brought it to his lips. You gripped his hand, sliding off the chair you slid into his lap wrapping an arm around his neck you pressed your lips to his "im...kiss...sorry...kiss...for everything." You said between kissing him feeling his arms wrap around your back "no, I'm sorry love..." he said pulling back "it will never happen again." He said sternly "no, I want you to do what you love, I...i need to be more open with you." You breathed against his lips feeling him smile.

"I love you so much y/n." He said pulling back to look into your eyes "and I love you, Loki Laufeyson." You said pressing your lips to his hearing him groan. His hips pressed gently up against your core, gasping feeling his hard length press into you "i..I need you y/n...I need to feel you." He panted biting your bottom lip as you moaned "yes...please god yes.." you breathed, squealing as he suddenly stood up his large hands wrapping around your thighs "I have you love." He said kissing you deeply, his tongue grazing your bottom lip you quickly parted them letting him in. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your tongues exploring as he walked you into your room, gently kicking the balcony door closed behind him.

You sucked his bottom lip, releasing it with a soft pop as you trailed kisses along his jaw, traveling to his neck biting his pulse point hearing him growl "mm...norns y/n..." he groaned as your tongue swiped up towards his ear. "How do you get this off?" You purred pulling on the leather strap running along his chest "magic darling." He breathed, gently setting you down on the edge of the bed he stood up, looking down at you through hooded eyes he lifted his hand, a green glow emanating from his fingertips as the leather slowly melted away, exposing his smooth porcelain skin to you. Biting your lip as your eyes traveled down taking in his beautiful body. You reached your fingers out, slowly trailing down chest, feeling his muscles flex as your nails slowly glided down his abs "Darling..." he growled. Looking up your were met with his dark lust filled eyes, something feral in them sending a chill down your spine "lay back love." He said sternly, leaving no room for argument.

You slid back across the bed, settling on the pillows you looked down watching Loki climb up, slowly stalking up on his hands and knees, not taking his eyes off you as the bed shifted under his weight. The fairy lights glistened above casting a halo over his ebony curls "God your beautiful.." you muttered seeing him smile "not as much as you are my love." He purred sitting up he kneeled by your feet, his hands slowly sliding up your calves to your knees as he gently pushed them apart "may i?" He asked lifting a hand up in the air "y..yes..." you whispered seeing the same glow eminate from his fingers, a tingling spread over you as your clothes slowly faded leaving you bare to him. You lifted your arms slightly out of instinct but the look in Loki's eyes told you to put them down. "Good girl." He whispered, smiling as he leaned forward, crawling between your parted thighs settling over you.

"You are gorgeous y/n...perfect...ethereal." He whispered against your skin, punctuating each word with a kiss. "Loki...please..." you breathed, arching your back up pressing your chest to his. "Is my darling...impatient?" He snarked when you grabbed a handful of his hair lifting his head up "loki..." you growled rocking your hips hearing him laugh "yes love..." he said, leaning down he kissed you slowly...gently as he reached between, his fingers trailing down your stomach before dipping down between your thighs, his long fingers spreading your open as he slowly rocked his hand up and down making you moan into his mouth. You reached down, pressing your hand over his rocking your hips with your joined hands "that's it love...take what you want." He growled, nipping at your collarbone as you pulled his hair hard.

"L..loki..." you moaned, feeling the familiar tightening in your core "that's it love...come for me." He purred, his lips latching onto your neck as his fingers pressed harder against your clit, the pressure sending you over edge coming hard your thighs squeezed Loki's sides. "Exquisite.." he whispered against your neck, his warm breath making you shiver "l..loki I need you...now." You growled, reaching up your wrapped your fingers around his cock, moaning feeling him twitch in your hand "aahh...d...darling i..." you cut him off leaning up biting his lip gripping his hair "now loki." You groaned releasing his lip you pulled him to you, lining him up "y..yes my goddess." He moaned leaning on his elbows you guided him as he pressed into you, your nails digging into his scalp feeling every inch of him stretch you to your limit "d...did you miss me darling?" He groaned jerking his hips into you "aaahh f..fuck Loki..." you moaned as he bottomed out.

"Norns...i..." he moaned lifting his knees to spread your legs wider "God Loki fuck me...please..." you gritted, clenching your jaw when he slowly pulled his hips back, pulling out to the tip before pressing back in. "H..harder! Please!." You yelled, digging your nails down his back hearing him hiss "yes...aahh ma'am." He panted, wrapping his hands under your shoulder he pulled back before snapping his hips hard into you "yes...like...ahhh fuck like that!" You moaned, your hands traveling down cupping his ass pulling him into you. His pace was relentless....unforgiving as he slammed into you, knocking the headboard against the wall with every thrust. "I...I can feel you squeezing me.....mmm fuck..." Loki moaned, burying his face in your neck. You closed your eyes, the room filled with your combined pants and moans as you both careened towards your peak.

"I...loki im..." you tried, feeling your orgasm approaching when he shifted his hips slightly, hitting that soft spot inside you making you cry out "t..that's it love...give it to me.." loki growled, his tip hitting the same spot relentlessly with each thrust "give it all to me." He snarled slamming into you hard sending you over into ecstasy, your nails digging into his cheeks seeing stars behind your eyelids "m...my God Loki!" You yelled feeling him twitch inside you "c..come Loki...aahh let me feel you." You moaned, tilting your head you sucked his earlobe between your lips, biting down hard feeling him spill inside you "f..fuck y/n!" He yelled, holding his hips to yours, feeling the tension seep out of his muscles as he rocked back and forth a few times before stilling, his weight settling on top of you making you sigh.

"yes, I did miss you." You whispered in his ear as he lifted his head, looking into your eyes you brushed his hair off his sweat soaked forehead seeing him smile "I was lost without you." He panted, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as he slowly pulled out making you whimper. "Will you come home love?" He asked, laying down next to you running his fingers through your hair "of course, but tomorrow." You smiled feeling his magic working to clean you up "for now, just hold me...please." You whispered when he rolled to his back, pulling you to his chest "ill never let you go again." He said kissing the top of your head as you closed your eyes. Letting the steady beat of his heart lull you to sleep you smiled, knowing tomorrow was going to be a good day.

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[theslasherslut]

Do you accept orders from Yandere wally? If yes, you could do wally with the reader, where the reader rejects wally's dating request. The reader only sees Wally as a friend, and the reader is also determined to get out of Welcome Home and back into his real world.

Welcome Home, Darling: A Wally x Reader

Warnings: mentions of stalking kidnapping and bits of yonder behavior

A/n: I had fun writing this I hope you like it

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You open your eyes and blink a few times, blinded by the bright light. You look around and feel a surge of panic. Where the hell are you?

This is not your bedroom. The walls are not white, the floor is not carpeted, the ceiling is not plain. This is not your house. The furniture is not modern, the TV is not flat, the phone is not cordless. This is not your world. The toys are not electronic, the books are not realistic, the posters are not cool.

You are in a room that looks like it belongs to a freakin' children’s show, with colors that hurt your eyes, shapes that make no sense, and patterns that clash with each other. The air smells like candy and flowers, making you nauseous. The window has curtains that have smiling suns and clouds on them, mocking you. The door has a sign that says “Home”, lying to you.

"Home? What kind of sick joke is this?" you mutter to yourself as you get out of the bed with a quilt that has pictures of animals and flowers on it. It feels soft and warm against your skin, but you don't want to feel it. You kick it away from you as if it's infected.

You walk over to the dresser and stare at the mirror that is covered with stickers of stars and hearts. It shows your face, but it doesn't look like yours. Your hair is a different color, a neon pink that glows in the light. Your eyes are a different color, a crystal blue that sparkles in the dark. Your skin is a different tone, a lemon yellow that contrasts with everything else. You look like a cartoon character, not a human being.

"Who are you? What have they done to you?" you ask yourself as you touch your face, feeling for some sign of your old self.

You notice a display of makeup on the dresser, next to the mirror. They look like products from your favorite 80s brands, not makeup from a dresser. You see a compact with a blush and a bronzer, a palette with eyeshadows and a highlighter, a tube with a mascara and an eyeliner. You see a lipstick, a lip gloss, a lip liner. You see a brush, a sponge, a curler.

You feel a surge of curiosity and excitement. Maybe you can use the makeup to change your appearance and make yourself look more like yourself. Maybe you can use the makeup to have some fun and express yourself. Maybe you can use the makeup to escape from this nightmare and pretend it's all a game.

You grab the makeup and start applying it to your face. You don't care if it's too much or too little. You don't care if it's too bright or too dark. You don't care if it's too bold or too bland. You just care about feeling something other than fear and confusion.

You turn to the closet and grin at the sight of the clothes that beckon you inside. They are just right for your style and taste. They look like outfits from your favorite 80s movies, not clothes from a closet. You see a denim skirt with a graphic tee, a floral dress with a denim jacket, a pair of high-waisted jeans with a striped sweater. You see a pair of white sneakers, a pair of ballet flats, a pair of ankle boots. You see a bunch of headbands, earrings, and necklaces.

"You've got to be kidding me," you say as you jump up and down. "Is this some kind of treat? Cause it's a welcome diversion."

You grab some clothes and change into them quickly. You don't care if they match or fit well. You don't care if they are clean or wrinkled. You don't care if they are old or new. You just care about feeling something other than fear and confusion.

You hear the phone ring on the nightstand next to the bed. You walk over to it and pick it up cautiously.

"Hello?" you say hesitantly.

"Hello, apple." you hear his voice say cheerfully.

You shiver as you recognize his voice.

"Is it another one of your paintings?" you ask sarcastically.

You have no idea who he is or what he wants from you. You have never seen him before in your life. You don't even know his name. He just calls himself Wally Darling, and he calls you apple. He acts like you are his best friend, his lover, his everything. He says he loves you more than anything in the world. He says he brought you here to make you happy. He says he wants to spend every moment with you. He says he will never let you go.

You are terrified of him and his delusions. You don't know what he is capable of or what he will do to you if you don't play along with his fantasy. You don't know how to escape from him or from this place. You don't know if anyone can help you or if anyone even knows you exist.

You feel hopeless and helpless as you listen to his voice.

"No, it's not a painting this time." he says softly.

You hear him slide something under the door.

"It's a ticket." he says eagerly.

You look down and see a piece of paper with colorful letters and numbers on it.

"What is this?" you ask suspiciously.

"It's a ticket for our date today." he says excitedly.

"Our date? What date?" you ask incredulously.

"You know, our date. The one I asked you yesterday." he says casually.

"You didn't ask me anything yesterday." you say angrily.

"Yes, I did. Don't you remember? I came to your room and asked you if you wanted to go to the carnival with me today." he says confidently.

"I don't remember that." you say firmly.

"That's because you were asleep." he says slyly.

"You asked me when I was asleep?" you ask disbelievingly.

"Yes, I did. And you said yes." he says proudly.

"I did not!" you say defiantly.

"Yes, you did. You said yes in your sleep." he says insistently.

"That doesn't count!" you say desperately.

"Of course it does. It means that deep down inside, you really want to go with me." he says persuasively.

"That's ridiculous!" you say dismissively.

"No, it's not. It's romantic." he says dreamily.

"It's creepy!" you say fearfully.

"No, it's sweet." he says tenderly.

"It's insane!" you say frantically.

"No, it's love." he says passionately.

He pauses for a moment, then adds:

"Besides, it's too late to back out now. The carnival is starting soon, and we have to be there on time."

"Why? What's so special about the carnival?" you ask nervously.

He chuckles softly and says:

"Oh, apple. You'll see. You'll see soon enough."

He hangs up the phone and leaves you alone in your room.

You stare at the ticket in your hand and feel a chill run down your spine. It’s a glossy paper with rainbow letters that spell out “Welcome Home Carnival”. It has a barcode and a number that says “001”.

You wonder if you are the first or the only one to receive this invitation. You wonder what Wally has planned for you at the carnival.

What does he mean by “you’ll see soon enough”? And what will happen if you don’t go with him?

You feel like you are in a trap with no way out. You feel a cold sweat on your forehead and a tightness in your chest.

You feel like screaming, but you know no one will hear you. You wish this was all a bad dream that you could wake up from. But it’s not a dream.

It’s Welcome Home.

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Requests are open

[velnica]

Homeward (Orpheus/Eurydice)

A ficlet about Eurydice, Sanson's Ancient self, and Orpheus, Guydelot's Ancient self.

He is here again, with his sweet melody that filled the night air like a thousand nightingales. It is obvious that he is here for me, though I do not know why he would, when he can have his fill of adoring audience with far more enthusiasm elsewhere. Yet for nigh a moon he had greeted me as I leave for home, leaning his tall frame against the stone wall outside the building. His is a striking form under the moonlight; a shining jewel to my tarnished brass.

"Good evening, Eurydice," he says, as per usual.

"Good evening, Orpheus," I reply back, like all of those other days. He smiles back, and nothing else is said; from here on the only sound left will be my footsteps, and a song that follows them until I round over yonder corner. So I walk down the stairs and along the pavement as is routine, but I fail to shake the feeling that something is different tonight.

I look up at the moon, seeking answers. Is it his looks? No, Orpheus has always looked the same; confident and bright, as is his right as one of Altima's protégé. Is it his smile? No, it is always gentle and sincere; a smile just for me, he'd said once, and I could not find the lie in those words.

I crane my ears back towards him when it hits me: Orpheus's melody has a different lilt, imperceptible perhaps to those who have not listened to it near nightly, but it is there—half a note deeper and half a breath slower, as if it is waiting for something to happen, something to rouse it back to its usual tempo.

The book against my chest feels inadequate to contain the sudden swell of heat that blooms within. It's an absurd proposition, that someone like Orpheus could be waiting for someone like me; Eurydice; a plain-faced clerk with far too serious a furrow between my brows and minuscule talent for nothing else except recording history.

And yet...

I stop at the far end of the path, where the pavement's patterns meld to a different design. He is still leaning against the pillar; playing, waiting. The wind takes that exact moment to change, and with it, so do I.

"Your melody is different tonight, perchance you can explain its intricacies as I walk home?" I ask, before blushing several shades deep. By the Star, that sounded far too bold—

Orpheus's melody suddenly shifts, this time rising up to a trill, akin to a flight of birds looping through the air. He near jogs to catch up, not breaking even a single note, then stops next to me.

"I've one better. Let me play you a new composition, and you may tell me your opinion of it."

"You know I'm no good critique. I know little and less about techniques," I confess. Instead of chastisement, Orpheus just grins.

"Pah, I've no shortage of people raring to tell me that I ought to use a different scale for more sophistication or some such; no, I'd like you to describe to me what you feel when you hear it, just as you have always done."

I colour even more. It is such a simple ask, and I've always opined on his songs—often unprompted—when he barges into my resting spot at lunch; yet tonight it feels like my answer will forever change the course of... of...

Orpheus waits, still with that handsome grin on his face. His beautiful turquoise eyes shine from behind the mask, and I am drawn ever closer as if pulled by an invisible string. The heat returns to my chest and before I can make a fool of myself, I nod.

His grin bursts into stars. "Come then, let us begin," he says as he lifts his harp and starts walking, in sync with his new melody.

I fall into step with him and listen to this new song, to Orpheus's voice, to the plucking of strings against his fingertips and I let myself feel. The melody tugs at the corner of my lips and before I realise it, I am grinning wide, heart light and aflutter.

I look up at the sky again and send up a wish—to the Star and the Moon, may this feeling never, ever fade.

Continued in Invitation.

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Way Over Yonder [Song Fic Trope]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Song Fic style 1. Lyrics for a song are used as inspiration for the fic, often woven throughout the story "Bucky finds solace in your body and the seaside"

Warnings: SMUT/18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio) No use of y/n.

WC: 850

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Way over yonder Is a place that I know Where I can find shelter From a hunger and cold And the sweet tastin' good life Is so easily found A way over yonder, that's where I'm bound

The breeze blew off the bay, a cooling contrast against Bucky’s face to the heated temperature of his skin in the sunshine.

A creaking behind him broke him out of his peaceful trance, the door to the cabin in Maine the two of you rented for the week closed with a snap as you joined him on the porch.

You’d convinced him to take a break, a vacation, and now he didn’t know if he could go back to Brooklyn. Not when things here with you were so calm, exactly the life he never thought he’d have.

The cushions of the outdoor sofa gave way as you plopped down beside him, curling into his side and finding his neck with your lips in an intricate dance of delicacy and seduction.

“Doll, that’s the third time today, I’m an old man sweetheart, I don’t know if I can handle going again.”

“Mmm but you’re also a super soldier with super stamina. And I’m sorry that I just can’t get enough of you this week. I want to make the most of our romantic getaway. Plus, I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Content. The happy, at peace version of you that only I get glimpses of. Makes me just fall in love with you even more.”

I know when I get there The first thing I'll see Is the sun shining golden Shining right down on me Then trouble's gonna lose me Worry leave me behind And I'll stand up proudly In true peace of mind

The familiar scent of your warm sun-kissed skin surrounded him. Bucky worked his lips in lazy, open mouthed kisses along your collarbone and chest. As many times as he’d had you this trip, there was no rush, no urgency to how he laid you down on the blue-painted floor of the porch. It was just the two of you in this little moment you’d made, and he wanted to bask in it as long as possible.

Looking positively ethereal beneath him in the dewey, afternoon glow as he slowly unbuttoned and removed your linen dress. No previous lover had ever touched you as delicately as Bucky, it was as if you were made of sand and would slip right through his fingers at any moment. He took his time, making sure the caresses of his metal fingers were just as gentle as those of his flesh ones.

And as you steadied yourself above him, rocking your hips in rhythm with the waves in the distance while he was buried deep inside your velvety walls, he swore he’d never felt such bliss. Cerulean eyes alight with wonder as his body, once made for violence, now met yours to do nothing but give and receive pleasure and love.

Talkin' about A way over yonder Is a place I have seen In a garden of wisdom From some long ago dream

You whispered his name like a sacred prayer into his mouth as he kissed you through your orgasm, driving into you over and over, hoping to prolong this moment just a little longer. To make this peace with you take up a little more space in his heart and drown out the darkness just a little more. He held you close as he came undone inside you, your sweaty skin sticking to his, salty air dancing on his lips as he moaned your name over and over.

As you regained composure, you hummed soft kisses into his skin while he steadied his breathing. Limbs entangled with his as the hardness of the floor dug into your back and you finally noticed just how uncomfortable the location was, but his warm skin pressed against yours was enough to make you stay like that just a little while longer.

“You know, when I first got out… after everything” he hesitated, choosing his words carefully as his gaze bore into yours “one of the SHIELD therapists said to me ‘there will be moments in your life, that you’ll be so happy, so content, that you’ll be glad you kept going, just to get there.”

“This one of them?”

“Yeah. Yeah it is.”

Ooh maybe tomorrow I'll find my way To the land where the honey runs In rivers each day And the sweet tastin' good life Is so easily found A way over yonder That's where I'm bound

[agent-barnes40]

The Master

The Doctor & GN!Reader (Platonic)

Dhawan!Master x GN!Reader (Romantic)

60th Special "Wild Blue Yonder" and "The Giggle" spoilers, not Canon compliant, uncanon events happen. READER IS GN BUT AFAB (They will wear a Dress in this fic) READER ALSO HAS A GUN THROUGHOUT MOST OF THIS (Reader will not shoot, just hold it or put their hand on it)

Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff, suggestive

2,352 Words. This is a long one guys

You leaned against the wall, keeping eye on Wilfred. Your hand was resting on your gun, making sure no-one even stepped close to the old man. "Mr. Mott, I suggest we head back to UNIT soon. It seems The Doctor and Donna aren't arriving today."

"Nonsense, we stay just like we did yesterday." The old man said, turning to face you in his wheelchair. You had a soft smile on your face and nodded. "Of course, sir. I do suggest we leave before the fighting gets even worse."

Wilfred opened his mouth to speak and was cut off by the groaning and wheezing of the TARDIS. "I hope she finally learnt how to lift that parking break." You mumbled under your breath, shaking your head when Wilford looked toward you.

Donna stepped out of the TARDIS first, sending a grateful smile your way before running over to Wilfred to hug him as The Doctor stuck his head out and his gaze focused on Wilfred before he focused on you. "Nice to see you again, Doc." Donna looked at you and The Doctor, before you slid your hand away from your gun, holding your hands up. The man stepped closer to you and wrapped a hand around your forearm, an old look filled his eyes as you smirked. "Doc, I'm not associated with him anymore. I'm trying to make up the wrongs he and I committed."

Donna cleared her throat as you pulled your arm out of the Doctor's grip. "What is going on here?"

"Spoilers, Mrs. Noble." You said, looking down toward Wilfred. "Lets get you all to UNIT to explain what's going on. Rose, Shaun, and Sylvia are all safe at your house, Mrs. Noble. I've had Wilfred with me ever since the world started going to hell."

~

"I'll do it, I'll show him what the spike does." You volunteered, already pulling the Zeedex off of your arm and handing it to Melanie, the older woman shaking her head softly but letting you go. You took a deep breath as you handed your gun to Kate. You could feel the anger already starting to build up as you turned to face The Doctor.

The man tilted his head, watching as you wrung your hands together before your gaze fell into a glare. "You're the reason I'm this way, you realize that right?"

"No.." The Doctor responded, leaning on the desk watching as your face scrunched up like Missy's. "You showed me the stars and then showed me the most magnificent woman in the galaxy and then you let her and me almost die! You didn't even care when I showed back up with The Master! You didn't even think to ask what happened when I ran into his arms instead of yours when the Kasaavin showed up on that airplane! It was all "Don't worry Yaz! I'll keep you all safe!" When the only one that showed me compassion was the man you locked up for seventy years!" You started to yell and march up to him.

"You took him away and never ever apologized. You don't care about us when we leave you! Donna gets that treatment because you knew her before he came back into your life! The rest of us get tossed away if we've even been touched by him." You raised your arm up to slap him and instinctively fought against the UNIT soldiers, your co-workers, pulling you back and sliding the metal Zeedex onto your arm and you just sat on the floor, taking deep breaths.

Melanie walked over and sat down next to you, rubbing your arm. She knew everything, and so did everyone else in the room. You didn't hide your association with The Master and your displeasure at being left behind by both The Master and The Doctor, much like other older companions. You didn't move to say any apologies as you helped Melanie stand before you, yourself stood up and you scanned the room. The Doctor just stared at you. "Did you mean all that?"

"No, of course not. Its just the spike, Doc. Don't worry about it." You walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly. "I don't blame you for everything."

~

You heard the music and you immediately whipped around, that old hope of The Master suddenly showing up burning back up to the surface. The Doctor grabbed your wrist and shook his head. "Do not engage with him, understood?"

"So it is him? The Master?" You asked, the music getting even louder and that's when you saw the man teleporting all over and you followed his movements. They had the same flair The Master had and you couldn't even stop yourself. "You know The Master!"

The man smiled and winked before jumping down the newly formed trapdoor in the floor and The Doctor took off, sprinting and sliding across the floor to swipe at the petals covering the floor while you followed. "He knows him! That's another regeneration of him, isn't he?"

"He is the Toymaker and you will not go anywhere near him, understood." The Doctor ordered and you barely listened when you looked up and saw The Toymaker waving and you sprinted out of the room, the doors opening and you pointed a finger at the man on the Galvantic Beam.

"What did you do to The Master?" You called out, anger spiking even with the Zeedex on your arm. The Toymaker grinned even more and tilted his head, showing the shining gold tooth and the way to many teeth in his mouth.

"You could say that." The Toymaker said, shaking his head softly when The Doctor and the rest of the team came running out and The Doctor was pulling you back.

The billion-years old Time-Lord sent a look toward you before strutting into the fight. Donna had an arm wrapped around yours, keeping you in place.

~ The Toymaker folded up and you barely even noticed the golden tooth falling to the ground as you fought against Kate and Donna. You had been given hope that any incarnation of The Master, even Missy, would show up after The Toymaker was defeated and as you realized the two Doctor's looking your way, you let yourself turn, pulling yourself from Kate and Donna's grips before heading back into the interior of the tower, hearing the screams of the ball-pit balls and seeing the rose petals all over the floor. You started to pull the Zeedex off and placed it at the ground in front of the Vlinx. "These were genius, Vlinx. Thank you."

The being lightly tilted its head down in a bow. "No need to thank me."

"If anyone asks, let them know I headed home. I'm tired." You left the building, quicker than you ever have in your life, wincing at the sight of the bodies on the ground. You didn't notice the man starting to walk behind you, humming Rasputin. When you heard the song you just shook your head and sped up your pace, noticing how the person behind you also sped up. You put your hand close to your gun, the spike should've been gone long enough now so you wouldn't get jumped but you always aired on the side of caution after running around with The Master. You turned down an alley, hand slowly wrapping around the handle of your gun and slipping it out. You whipped around when you heard the footsteps and stilled. There he was, all in his Rasputin costume and your hands shook. "I know you aren't the Master, so please... Please drop the act and costume."

"Oh Love, did you really think I'd abandon you this long?" The man spoke, his eyes staring into yours and you instinctively closed yours. He let out a chuckle and stepped even closer and pressed a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin as you finally opened your eyes.

"Say my name again." The Master ordered, his voice soft and smiled at the deep breath you had to take.

"Hello, Master. I missed you." You whispered out, your eyes scanning his face as you slid your Glock back into its holster and you slid the hand up and onto the ridiculous beard on his face.

"When we get to my flat, you are shaving that off. I hated it on you." You knew you had started to tear up as you stared at him and a smile broke out on your face.

"But you liked my kisses with this beard right?" The Master asked, stepping closer and you let out a laugh.

"Only this one." And with that out of your mouth, the two of you pressed together, lips pressing together.

~

The two of you should've known The Doctor was going to do a check up. The Master had shaved his Rasputin beard off and mainly stuck to the clothes he had stashed in your flat. The sound of the TARDIS made you look over and your mouth dropped at the man coming out wearing a kilt. "So how do I look?"

"You look amazing, Doc. What are you doing here?" You glanced toward the bathroom, where The Master currently was showering. "Wanted to check in on you. Last time we talked, you blamed me for a lot." He said, looking around the room as you crossed your arms.

"And that was The Spike, Doc. I didn't mean it, plus didn't you give this job to the other Doctor? Checkin in on us who are still here?" You said, hand rubbing the over sized button up you wore, nervous about him finding out that The Master was in the room over.

"I just ran into you, thought I'd check in on you myself." He said, his eyes trailing to the two bowls you had set out. "Who else is here?"

"What do you mean you just ran into me?" You asked, focusing on that instead of his question.

"I had to do stuff at UNIT, saw you there wearing a very familiar dress." The Doctor said, looking at you. His eyes hardening as you met his eyes.

You straightened up, raising a brow. "That's future me, Doc. Why are you asking me this?"

"Because you were with him." The Doctor said, an eyebrow raising in turn just as the bathroom door opened and you turned to the door, hoping The Master at least put boxers on.

The Master turned the corner and stilled at the sight of a TARDIS and the Doctor in your living room and he turned to face you. "Is he bothering you?"

"It's okay Master, he isn't bothering me. In fact, he was just telling me about how I'll be wearing your dresses in the future." Your hand gestured toward The Doctor as you started relax, you knew The Doctor had to start playing nice as soon as The Master had walked in.

The Doctor looked between you and the shirtless Master, his brain catching up very quick. "So you two are actually together."

"We've been together since the vault, Doctor." You and The Master practically said in unison, a grin on the both of your faces.

The Doctor crossed his arms and focused on you. "He tried to destroy Earth! He destroyed Gallifrey! He forced regenerated into me! He turned all of you into himself way back when he was Prime Minister!"

The Master started to puff up, his eyes hardening as you started to walk over. "All of us but you don't remember The Year That Never Was, I was there when he worked with The Daleks and his CyberMaster's I don't condone what he did, I don't forgive him for it, and I certainly do not let him forget what he did to you, or Yaz, or anyone. I stayed at his side, out of the fight because I knew you'd come around and blame me for everything like you used to do."

You had to take a deep breath as you stared down The Doctor, anger in your eyes. "I couldn't even say goodbye to him at any point, I didn't know if he was even alive because of you and Yaz! I had to sit and wait until Kate picked me up and assigned me to The Noble's and I sat and I listened to Wilfred as he praised you and everything you did!"

The Master knew what was bubbling up and grabbed at your waist, pulling you back, away from The Doctor. "Love, you need to calm down. You are going to regret what you are going to say."

You were so wound up that it took The Master grabbing your face and looking into your eyes, slowly hypnotizing you into calming down. The Doctor was watching with wide eyes as The Master led you to your shared bedroom and had you sit in there before coming back out.

~

You barely remember that day, screaming and yelling at The Doctor as you had The Master help lace up Missy's corset. His TARDIS had finally showed back up and you wanted to wear one of her dresses. The Master was staring you down through the mirror and you chuckled. "You can tear this off me when I get home. I need to help Donna with a project at UNIT. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna stay here with the cats?"

It took you months to convince him to get those cats, but you won that battle. He regularly took them to vet visits on planets with better pet healthcare than Earth, and the planets had better ways to treat illnesses.

You eventually got out your front door, with three babies (one a large Time-lord) at your side trying to convice you to stay. You didnt carry your gun much anymore as you were just a consultant now, on all things The Master. You barely noticed The Doctor watching you as you signed into UNIT and headed up to Donna's floor. You didnt notice as he shook his head before stepping into his TARDIS.