#Mundy park

[rob604designs]

Mundy Road Elementary Mural, Coquitlam BC

-Rob604

[hiddenobject-fanblog]

To start off this blog(again), here are my top-time favorite Hidden Object games, ranked in order. I recommend playing them!

[songsofbloodandwater]

i saw you reblog a post on mini ponds the other day so i just wanted to share my experience! i have a steel horse watering bucket thats like 40 gallons i believe and i added a layer of sand/pure clay cat litter mix to the bottom. i got a 10 gallon planter and planted some irises and a few other things but that was last year and only the irises overwintered well, but soon i began seeing some volunteer water plantains growing and they're flowering now! i use a little solar water pump just to keep it moving a little but i'm personally pro bugs. the birds love it for drinking and i've seen frogs and recently- and most excitingly- a little snake! i saw it swimming around and sticking his nose out to breathe and tongue flick yesterday. so so adorable. hope this helps you if you make your own pond.... it's really enriching the ecosystem of my poor little suburban neighborhood!

aw that's amazing!! thank you for sharing!! I'd love to try something like that but I'm currently in a little flat without the right space to do it 😭 I do get very excited when I see little critters amongst my little herb garden though. As soon as I get a house with actual soil I'm definitely making a big frog pond in it. Making spaces like that for local fauna is honestly such a traditional and extremely beautiful way to tend to the Land and maintain a healthy connection with it. I'm going to try and see if there's any way that I can adapt what you described to a smaller space maybe? like a bird bath perhaps? mental cogs turning noises.

[lovebugism]

What if reader's friends convince her to go on a date with another guy, and this guy is an absolute jerk? I think reader would call Eddie and ask her to come pick her up - why is every guy an asshole? Except Eddie of course 🖤

ty for requesting :D — grumpy!eddie rescues you from a bad date then offers to take you on a better one (friends to lovers, hurt/comfort ish | 1k)

bug's summer fic fest (⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The sunset matches the color of your Slurpee. A fiery red and orange hue, like the mango and strawberry concoction in your cup. You sip from the plastic straw and pretend to taste the sky in your mouth — pretending not to notice the pounding bass of Eddie’s van as he peals into the parking lot. 

You sit on the curb and keep your eyes trained on the cracked pavement under your feet. All cool. Like you hadn’t called him for help at all.

“You could’ve been more specific about where you were, you know?” Eddie shouts, punctuating his question with the slam of the car door. His worn sneakers scuff the concrete with each of his rushed strides. You’d almost think he was actually worried about you.

“I told you I was at the payphone by the Seven-Eleven,” you shrug, tilting your chin to look up at the boy when he stands ahead of you.

“There’s four of those,” he argues, with his lanky figure looming over you. He pushes his leather jacket off his sides (which he wears in spite of the summer heat) to put his hands on his hips. “Seriously. I counted ‘em all in the half hour it took me to find you.”

You squint up at him, hardly apologetic after the shit day you’ve had. “Well, sorry for not being more clear,” you spit in a cynical monotone.

“Apology accepted,” Eddie shrugs. He huffs and sits on the curb next to you while you slurp audibly at the slushie in your fist. He leans over to knock your shoulders with his. “What happened?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Figured… Can I have some, at least?”

He’s only partly surprised when you hand over the drink without protest. He takes it in his ringed fist, looks inside to observe its content, then sips at the red straw (trying to ignore the nagging thought that your lips have been where his are now). The strawberry-mango mixture melts quickly on his tongue, foreign and sweet. “’S nice.”

You scoff like you’re owed the compliment. “Right? I let Josh try some earlier, and he said it tasted like shit. I was like, you know what, this is my final fucking straw.”

Eddie’s face screws. He wipes dramatically at his mouth with the back of his hand, hopelessly trying to erase the other asshole’s DNA. “Are you serious?” he mumbles, all annoyed ‘cause you hadn’t thought to warn him beforehand. You don’t seem to understand his meaning, though, as you shrug lazily in response.

“Well, him trying to feel me up in his car was my actual final straw. But then he hated my all-time favorite Slurpee, and I didn’t even want to look at him anymore. I just told him to leave me here.”

The only thing Eddie hates more than putting his mouth where Josh’s has been — other than the thought of Josh taking you on a date at all — is the idea of Josh not treating you right. His chest burns with a withheld rage.

“Are you talking about fucking Josh O.?” he scoffs and passes the styrofoam cup back to you. “Like, the moron from Mr. Mundy’s, Josh O.? That’s who Steve set you up with?”

“Unfortunately,” you grumble and take another sip, more casual about the subtle spit-swapping than the boy beside you had been.

“He was basically setting you up for failure, then. You know that, right?”

“I just wanted a free meal,” you confess quietly.

Eddie squints. His eyes flit from your profile, to your fidgeting hand punching holes in the ice with your straw, and back to your profile again. “Well, did you get one?”

“Yep. We split one burger at the diner.”

A laugh sputters from his pink mouth.

Your head whips to glare at him. “It’s not funny.”

Eddie props his elbow on his knee to hide his smile behind his ringed hand. “I mean… It kinda is, though. ‘Cause even I could buy two meals for us, and I’m basically the brokest fucker in this town.”

“Are you offering?”

His brows pinch. “Offering what?”

“To buy me a burger,” you say in a mousy voice, pretending to be innocent as you peer at him beneath your lashes, all doe-eyed.

“What?” Eddie scoffs through the sparkling in his chest. As a self-proclaimed metalhead, there was absolutely nothing metal about confessing to stupid crushes. “No.”

“Well, it sounds a lot like you’re offering,” you tease before wrapping your lips around the straw of your drink.

“Well, this sounds a lot like talking for someone who doesn’t wanna talk about it,” he mocks.

Your eyes narrow in annoyance. You part from your Slurpee and mumble through the ice on your tongue. “I wasted my quarters on you,” you deadpan.

Eddie rolls his eyes. He rises from the curb with a huff, wincing at the distant ache in his long legs. “C’mon, weirdo. Let’s go,” he urges, towering over you again.

You shake your head, gaze averted, suddenly shy. “I’m okay here.”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m serious, Eds. I don’t feel like going home right now—”

“I’m not taking you home,” he scoffs like it’s obvious. Your eyes flit back to his, suddenly hopeful again, and he tries not to cower. “I’m taking you to the diner. So I can get you a real meal.”

You seem particularly moved by the uncharacteristic act of kindness. “Really?”

“Yes, really— I don’t want you to starve to death,” he grouses, feigning annoyance ‘cause it’s easier than facing his real feelings in the face. “Now, let’s go before I change my mind.”

He walks off ahead of you on long legs, leaving you behind to catch up. But, because he isn’t a total asshole, he opens the squeaking passenger side door for you.

“Can I get a milkshake, too?” you wonder with a scrunched nose, helping yourself onto the cracked pleather seat.

“Don’t push it,” Eddie squints. He goes to shut the door, then catches the pretty pout pinching your features. “Fine,” he groans before slamming it shut.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

hey there! you’re like the one of few blogs that still write for bigby! you’re single handedly keeping my obsession alive with him. do you have just any random head cannons about him that you can share!

I'm doing it just for you pookies >:) Ima give you some romance headcanons

If Telltale won't give me more Bigby, I will always deliver

Also FUCK i missed doing headcanons, please send in some ideas

🌙This man is fucking dedicated to you and only you. As much as he hates the jokes about being a loyal dog or even a lap dog, it's kind of true when you both get serious.

🌙He cuts down on his smoking as much as he can. Bigby often smokes to dull his supernatural senses just to avoid sensory overload. However, when you both got together, Bigby noticed something worked even better than Huff n' Puffs: Your scent. What's the point of smoking upwards of almost two packs a day when he can inhale that sweet sweet scent of yours?

🌙Bigby tries to make himself more presentable at first. He feels like he has to make a good impression despite you both knowing each other for centuries. He shaves more to keep his ever-growing stubble at bay, he keeps himself groomed and washed, he starts to use his cologne more, he even puts more effort into his laundry to get the ash and whiskey stains out of his shirts and pants.

🌙He is a sucker for kisses on his cheek. Whether you have to stand on your toes or bend down, you can find him faintly blushing and looking away sheepishly from the act of romance. If you kiss him on the cheek while he's smoking, the poor cigarette would burn up fast and Bigby would almost choke on the smoke.

🌙Bigby's love language is definitely acts of service. Bigby loves doing things for you, especially the little things that really drive it into him how much he craves a domestic life. Unfortunately, Bigby is sometimes too busy to be there for it to be quality time - but fuck if he doesn't absolutely love every minute he spends with you. He isn't good with words at times which has lead to very awkward moments and even funnier ones. Bigby never had an eye for gifts and has little experience with them, but he fucking loves whatever you get him even if it's a new tie.

🌙Bigby loves dates where it takes place in nature, especially at night when there are less people out and about. Walks through Central Park, night treks through botanical gardens, going down the boardwalks in Staten Island, resting on the cold sand of the beaches. There was one date you both went on at the beach at night where it was just the two of you along the balmly coast. You and Bigby were messing around near the waves when you both somehow ended up knee-deep in the waves. Bigby had you in his strong arms, holding you close as you both laughed and kissed before you playfully splashed water on him. It was safe to say you both ended up at his apartment soggy.

🌙If you ever wanna make this man blush heavily: Compliment him. And do not let up. Bigby likes the act annoyed at first, hiding his face by turning away and playfully scoffing only for him to break and flush at your sweet words. He loves it especially if you compliment him on the things that normally make people uneasy. His gaze, his strength, his wolf.

🌙Bigby, at first, was uneasy turning with you around. He was worried that you would be terrified of him, and that was something he couldn't handle at the time. Despite the fact that you knew what he was before and now after the Homelands and even seeing all of him, he still wasn't excited to show them at first.

🌙You're the only one who can say things that someone would say to their pet pooch, but only to a limit. Saying stuff like 'Good boy' however is a good way to rile him up, especially if you say it all sultry.

🌙When you hang around his office, he likes it when you put on a true crime podcast for Mundies. He had somehow crammed a couch into his office for you to lounge on as you both listened to how fucking crazy those Mundies could be, especially from the state of Florida. Some of the stories you both listened to were so outrageous, that Bigby stopped what he was doing and completely forgot about it because he couldn't believe what he heard as you cackled at his expression.

🌙Ever since you two started dating, Bigby finally started to use his bed again. His poor chair was left abandoned at night when you both would go to bed unless Colin passed out on it. There were times where you would pop in and see Bigby passed the fuck out on it still. He definitely sleeps like a victorian boy with the plague.

🌙Bigby loves going over to your apartment just to drown in your scent. He often doesn't want to leave your bed at times just so he can bury his head in your neck or in your pillow if you had gotten up. If he could, he would want to spend all day in the sheets just lying with you.

🌙Another one of your favorite dates to do if the weather is shitty out is snuggling up together on your couch and watch Mundy cop shows, especially the ones with bad acting and writing. You like to ask him what he would do in the cases shown and Bigby's usual answers have to do with punching the crook or sarcasm.

🌙If Bigby wolfmans out, he loves it when you stroke his fur and scratch at the raw skin beneath, especially around his neck. He can't really speak like this but he's sure to groan and growl in pleasure. He loves how your hands roam freely, without a trace of fear, around his hulking body. He loves it when you compare the size of your hand to his clawed one.

🌙When it's a full moon, Bigby gets a little weird. He's not forced to turn thanks to whatever spells the witches on the thirteenth floor put on him, but he does act differently. He needs to be around you, needs to have you in his sights and he needs to smell you or else he feels the beast inside of him go crazy. Don't be surprised if Bigby gets excited that night.

🌙He loves it when you look into his eyes when they're all wolfy and yellow. He can see the faint glow reflecting off of your eyes and it makes his chest feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

🌙If you're a fable that can change forms, you both often turn behind closed doors and drawn curtains for both fun and comfort. Sometimes keeping the beast pent up for too long can drive Bigby crazy and he knows it's the same for you. There have been times where you both would wrestle for fun.

🌙There have been times where Bigby would come home bloodied and bruised. He hates seeing you so worried for him and he hates it even more that you always clean and patch him up. You shouldn't have to do this, you shouldn't have to take care of him like this but you do. Bigby would sit on the toilet seat silently and watched as you worried over him. He hates making you worry.

🌙Bigby sometimes gets into these moods where he feels like you could do so much better than him. He doesn't even tell you at first when you gently ask him if he was alright, but he eventually breaks. He feels like you shouldn't be with a monster like him. You get shit for being with him and he hates that. His thoughts get shut down quickly by you pressing a firm kiss to his cheek and tell him how much you love him and how you'll always love him.

🌙Bigby loves it when you compliment his strength. He never thought about it before until he had to hoist up a truck to help Flycatcher with no problem. Just hearing you compliment his strength made him almost drop the truck on the poor frog prince below. Ever since then, Bigby likes to show off here and there just for you to coo and oogle over him.

🌙When you both sit together on the couch, he loves it when you either sit in his lap or have your legs stretch over his own with his hands stroking them. If you're in his chair, he loves it when you straddle him, pinning him back against his chair with the tv forgotten about behind you.

🌙Play with his hair. Play with his hair. Just do it, trust me. He will be putty in your hands if you play with his hair, especially as you're kissing. Scratch your nails gently against his scalp, twist his thick locks between your fingers, tug on it. You won't be sorry.

🌙Bigby loves it when you wear his clothing, especially his button-ups even if they don't close up. It started one fall when the temperature dipped below what was originally forecasted. Bigby saw you shiver once from a gust of wind and off came his coat. And that's when it started. He claims it's another scent thing, but just seeing you wearing his clothes really stirs something inside of him.

🌙When you two kiss, he loves it when your hands paw at his body. He loves it when they travel along his brawny limbs and dance across his broad chest and shoulders and crawling down his trim stomach. It drives him crazy as he snarls into the kiss. Oh, and if you sink your nails into his skin? Nip at his bottom lip? You're tipping him over the edge.

🌙He rests so much easier now with you by his side. He's never felt like this before with anyone, his little crush on Snow doesn't even come close to the love this man feels for you. The ring hidden away in his desk was proof of that.

[alasoi]

TF2 x JP

Team Fortress 2 x Jurassic Park movie AU (Pt.1)

Sniper (Mick Mundy) as Robert Muldoon. Sniper would fit in as the game warden in the park. "Mun-Dee Muldoon"

[ecto-hazard]

Blu team guys v inspired by other blu team interpretations I’ve seen (Quazies, Emmet, several fanfics).

Info stuff under read more

Basically after the spy head was kidnapped and studied, the cat was out of the bag that Blu team is made up of clones with some genetic variations. They share the same memories as the Red team prior to the gravel wars, but red team cannot completely rule out that both teams arent made up of clones. Plus they get paid to kill each other repeatedly, so they go on fighting as normal except with some existentialism

General BLU team differences:

though the teams are more or less matched, BLU tends to lose more battles

Members are a lot more scarred up than Red on account that they got the technology for the medigun after red did

Heavy | Boris: Big Brother of the team. Very sociable and fond of the other members. If you have a problem, you go to Boris about it. His English is a little limited, but he's a great listener. He has a penchant for gardening. Gay for Blu Medic, but more in a QPR way.

Demo | Malcolm DeGroot: Less an alcoholic, more a workaholic. Quite obsessed with perfecting his craft as a demoman. Constantly urging everyone to work harder on the battlefield. The only way to get him to take time off is by dragging him kicking and screaming. Works closely with the Engineer on projects. Takes great pride in the payload bombs.

Medic | Hans Ludwig: much more socially awkward and timid in battle than the Red Medic. He prioritizes his work and ability to support the team way more than his own health. Only really opens up with Heavy and Engie, and sometimes Pyro. Gay for blu heavy and engie. (I called him Victor before but the name hans grew on me sry for the confusion)

Soldier | John Doe: Very goofy but in a more self aware way. He plays into his identity as a soldier, but doesn't take it quite as seriously as Red. He has a strong passion for animals and the wilderness. Would love to work as a national park ranger someday. He likes photographing wild animals and landscapes. Gay for Red Demo.

Sniper | Sammy Mundy: A rather polite young man. Sure he throws piss jars on the battlefield, but he's very respectful to his teammates. Takes a lot of care to keep his living space tidy. Washes his hands very thoroughly after every battle.

Pyro: Really not too different from Red's Pyro, mainly in that we know very little about them. Uses sign language to communicate (mainly with Engie and Spy).

Spy: Originally behaved much more like the Red spy, but experiencing firsthand the experiments that confirmed they were clones made him weird and existential. He became particularly more involved in the Blu Scout's life.

Scout | Chase: Quieter than Red's Scout most of the time, but becomes hella competitive on the battlefield. Very artistically inclined, and is particularly into street art. Looks up to Heavy and Spy.

Engie | Sid Conagher: Probably the closest thing the team has to a leader. MUCH less sociable than Red engie, though he's got the best head on his shoulders and takes his job very seriously. Gay for Blu Medic.

[burntlikethesun]

Keeping track of the Threads

The One Who Waits/The Oldest One. There on the night of Ruby's birth and the one player the Toymaker could not face.

The Boss (Meep and Rogue's), interested in two-hearted beings. Confirmed separate entity to One Who Waits.

TARDIS groaning and moaning (WBY, Devil's Chord, Rogue), played a war song unprompted

Susan Twist (WBY onwards), Triad Technology (The Giggle, bus advert in Church on Ruby Road)

Ruby's mother/origins, a changed memory to the individual pointing now, Ruby conjuring magic snow and her hidden song, the Doctor having the TARDIS scan her without her knowledge

H. Arbinger still survives, part of the Pantheon/Toymaker's legions

Mrs Flood, knows what a TARDIS is and can break the fourth wall

The Doctor watching Ruby's band play in his Dot and Bubble outfit plus a cowboy hat.

Varada Sethu's companion next year linking to Mundy Flynn from Boom

Master-tooth hand (don't expect this to be resolved, he is parked and this was RTD spoofing himself)

[childofthewolvess]

some recent Aphrodite activity in my life 💕

On my way to work the other day on the highway, two pure white doves flew directly over my car. They were gorgeous! We don’t have white doves naturally in our ecosystems, so this one was a big surprise to me as a naturalist.

I parked my work van, and in the trees was a doe peacefully lying by herself. A day later, I did a tarot reading with Aphrodite, and drew the Queen of Pentacles from the Anima Mundi deck, which is represented by a doe deer. Aphrodite sees how hard I’m working at my job to create stability in my life!

Helping me to represent her energy & story accurately in my novels! I have two characters that draw inspiration from Mother Aphrodite and Father Ares and Aphrodite has been gently guiding me through representing her in fantasy prose :)

My mom gifted me a rose quartz heart necklace! My anchor necklace to Aphrodite broke the day before and I was literally looking for a new rose quartz necklace for her

So eternally grateful for Her guidance through some of the toughest moments of my life.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"Disco Inferno!" (Press the button.)

+5 XP

+1 Superstar Cop

MEASUREHEAD - As you slam your fist on the button the man collapses entirely, his head rolling to the side...

MEASUREHEAD'S BABE - "Looks like you're the new Measurehead now."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Her voice is surprisingly calm.

KIM KITSURAGI - "No one is the new Measurehead -- let's go. Before he gets up..." The lieutenant makes haste toward the door.

+1 Reputation

We can now enter the harbour.

The door is locked and cannot be opened from this side without a pass card.

Guess you have no choice but to talk to the Union leader.

*EVERY WORKER - MEMBER OF THE BOARD* is written at the top of the flyers.

And at the bottom: the Union logo and *DEMAND DEMOCRACY*!

This is a *Dewy* typewriter -- the model name is on the back.

A standard office file cabinet. The drawers seem to be locked.

Someone left the coffee machine on.

The dark liquid in the pot looks almost sentient.

POSTCARD "LE JARDIN '21"

This laminated post card offers a glimpse across the river. A little more than a decade after the war, the eastern bank is already fully renovated. The hillsides are lush with gardens and residences, someone's parked a small beige airship by the fountain. This postcard will sell for a pretty penny.

NEAT OFFICE SHADES

+1 Visual Calculus: Eye of the reckoner -1 Drama: A bit dry

These were stuffed away in the Dockworker's Union office. They're perfect for scribbling down paperwork when the sun tries to get in your eye. Good for staring down suspects too.

There's also a Magnesium in here.

FILE CABINET - On second glance, someone has forgotten to properly close one of the drawers.

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's *unfortunate* for the Union to just leave their paperwork lying around like this..."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - ...let's see what's inside, he thinks.

Open the drawer.

Ignore the drawer for now. [Leave.]

FILE CABINET - The drawer opens smoothly. Inside is a well-organized selection of brown folders.

Browse through the folders.

Close the drawer. [Leave.]

FILE CABINET - Hundreds of documents containing logistical data. Two kinds of transactions stand out: materials coming into Revachol from the outside world -- from Mundi, Graad, and even Iilmaraa...

...and the same materials being handed over to companies inside Revachol. Couron, Coal City, La Delta, and Jamrock are listed among the many districts where the imports are being sold.

Anything interesting? (Browse them.)

FILE CABINET - It's hard to make sense of this thicket of company names, dates, quantities, and percentages. You try to focus, but the lines are getting blurry...

2. [Volition - Medium 10] Force yourself to go through the folders.

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - Whatever's hidden here is hidden well. Concentration isn't enough, only a trained accountant, with a background in logistics, would be able to *really* make sense of it. However there *is* a little hand-written note, stuck on the side of the drawer.

Look at the note.

"Never mind the note." (Close the drawer.)

FILE CABINET - It appears to be a to-do list written in large, uneven capital letters:

REMEMBER, LEO!

* EVRART'S SHOES * SPECIAL WHIRLING BORSCHT * WATER EVRART'S PLANTS * SWEEP OFFICE FLOOR * MORE BANNERS

All items on the list have been crossed out and the note itself is crumpled.

(Turn to the lieutenant.) "Look, Kim, a to-do note with a list of errands for *Evrart*."

Ignore the note.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Evrart Claire, probably -- the head of the Débardeurs' Union." He inspects the note. "One of his aides must have left it. Nothing incriminating here."

+5 XP

3. Close the drawer. [Leave.]

FILE CABINET - The drawer slides shut smoothly.

THOUGHT COMPLETE: COL DO MA MA DAQUA

BONUSES: +3 Perception: Golden ear -1 Encyclopedia: No room for anything else

It's not only your eardrums that register sound anymore – your very skin has become an organ of hearing. Looking for a whisper light and low, a god who’s very, very silent. Nothing escapes you – a cockroach in the other room, a candy wrapper falling on dry grass, a drunk falling from a chair in a bar 20 metres away. In fact, you haven’t heard the Col Do Ma Ma Daqua, but you *have* discovered that you have amazing hearing. It must be the only part of you the alcohol hasn’t drowned out. Keep listening!

That's a lot of Perception. It'll be worth looking around Martinaise some more, once we get back on the streets.

ITEM GAINED: BOOK "LA FUMEE, VOL. 1 NO. 4"

The leading intellectual organ of Martinaise communism. Offers a radical Masovian perspective on a range of contemporary issues. The cover features a stylised portrait of the late King Frissel with a pair of white antlers growing out of his head.

Let's read this later.

A giant assprint on the pillow and a pattern of coffee rings on the armrest...

The radio is emitting strange buzzing sounds.

PUNCH CLOCK/PAYPHONE - An imposing combination of a punch-clock and a payphone is looking down at you from the wall. A note on the side says: "Tokens unavailable due to strike. Use change."

Insert 10 cents.

[Leave.]

Why not?

PUNCH CLOCK/PAYPHONE - The machine swallows your coin and seems to be waiting for your next move.

[Interfacing - Challenging 12] Let your muscle memory dial a random number.

[Leave.]

INTERFACING [Challenging: Success] - Your fingers run over the dial pad. 005... that's the dialling code for Revachol -- 49-52... and a moment of hesitation before entering the final numbers: 993.

PUNCH CLOCK/PAYPHONE - Calling...

Calling...

Still calling... then...

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - ...a crackle, someone picks up! They say: "Video Revachol, 24 hour video rental. We rent eight- and ten-millimetre film for home use. This is Lemmy, how may I help you?"

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - The voice of a youngster on the other end sounds as enthusiastic as that of a man walking towards the gallows.

"What is this place?"

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "Video Revachol is a 24 hour video rental. We rent eight and ten millimetre film for home use. This is Lemmy."

"No, I meant, what is this place to *me*?"

"Do you know me?"

"Why did I call you?" (Continue.)

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "Sir, I don't know. It's a video rental. Maybe you rent videos here?"

2. "Do you know me?"

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "No."

3. "Why did I call you?" (Continue.)

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "Maybe you called to extend your rental period? Do you need to extend your rental period?"

"Maybe, but I don't even know my *name*."

"My name is Raphael Ambrosius Costeau. Do you have anything on my name?"

Quietly hang up the phone. [Leave.]

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - "Raphaël *what*? Listen, I can't help you over the phone." He sounds annoyed now. "If you need further assistance you can visit us on the corner of Voyager and Main. Are we done?"

+5 XP

Level up!

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He thinks you're pulling a prank on him.

VIDEO REVACHOL, 24H - The call is terminated by the other party. You're left with the discomforting sound of the disconnect tone.

That... that's enough for today.

[spookygiggles]

I had this In my drafts but its good so ima post it 👍

lee!spy/ ler!sniper ♥️

Spy and sniper were chilling out in his parked van. Smoking some cigarettes while sitting down in a small table area in the van, They were more like booth seats just on one side of the table, Afterall this isn't luxury, Its a camper.

Spy stood up and was planning Get a glass of his wine. But he noticed sniper trailed along with him.

"Aye mate, You know you should slow down on the drinkin'. " He suggested as he watched him grab the bottle. He placed it on the counter and as he reached up to grab a glass, He felt a grab on his side, Which startled him causing him to recoil and gasp.

"You alright mate? Did i hurt you?" He asked But Spy shook his head as he looked a bit nervous.

"Non, Non. Just startled me a bit." he tried to say in his normal calm manner but it sounded a bit off. To the point even the Bushman noticed it was something else in Particular. And thats when he realized.

"Are you ticklish?" He laughed. That felt like a bomb being drop onto Spy.

"No, No im not. Like i said you scared me." He said, Continuing to pour his glass and put the bottle away.

"I think you are lying." And As soon as he put down the bottle He reached back and started scribbling up and down his sides.

"NON! wahAhahit ! Do not!" He flinched then started to run away from the man, But theres not much place to go in a van. He Stumbled onto the bed And sniper followed along with him.

"Knock it off bushman!" He exclaimed as he play fighted the sniper who was trying to straddle him.

"Not sorry mate." He said as he was able to straddle Spy Even though he was curling in trying to protect sensitive spots.

Then he felt two hands squeeze and tickle at his sides again. Spy would never admit he likes to be tickled, But i think sniper could see through him.

"Nohoho! StoHAHP!" He squealed while a few snorts slipped out. Using a hand to cover his face out of embarrassment and the other protesting at snipers wrist by grabbing him.

This hands were swift and fast. He switched spots from his stomach to his armpits. Which drove spy up the wall and his legs kicked and flailed Helplessly. His suit being ridden up due to the struggle, Showing some bare skin around his belly. Which sparked an idea for Sniper.

He slipped his hands under and started scribbling at the bare skin underneath. Which made Spy go into a fit of snorts, Which he hated.

"Non! staHAHAP!" He said through his laughter because he was so distracted he was lost for words. All he could do was kick his legs desperately.

"Just a lil longer, I wanna see somethin." Sniper said, Laughing at the spies state underneath him. A giggly, Laughing and blushy mess. Sniper lifted up his shirt fully and Spy had noticed this action.

"Do not! I'm serious bushman.!" he said still giggling, so it definitely didnt seem as threatening but despite the protest from spy, He breathed in and blew out a huge raspberry right on his navel and then continued to do more around his sides and tummy, With hands scribbling and the bare skin of his hips. Just lightly teasing and tracing the area to not completely overwhelm him any further.It sent spy into a fit of snorts, which only added to the Embarrassment. This continued for a little until spies laughter had went scratchy and weak.

He stopped and took a look at him. He was messy, His clothing messed up, some of his hair fell out of his mask, and his face was all red while he was panting.

"Don't speak of this. I'm serious." he said while staring at him. Which only made Sniper laugh.

"I bet you are ticklish too, Mundy. So i would be careful if i were you. Now, Shall we finish the wine?" He said while adjusting his suit back to normal and recovered. And Sniper went from full confidence to slightly blushing at Spies remark, worried if he was gonna get revenge or not.

But he sat down with him anyways, And had a few glasses. It wasn't so bad hanging out with him afterall.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 5

Deliberate Disguises

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: boundary stepping; use of alcohol as a coping mechanism; questionable fashion choices

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Summary: Echo and Cerra go on a supply run. Rex plans a recon mission.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

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Let me also wear such deliberate disguises

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

Echo observed Cerra curiously as she piloted the speeder toward the first stop of their supply run. He had overheard her conversation with Rex the day they’d brought Fireball to the shop, thanks to his cranial implant, and he had expected her to object to his presence. He’d been surprised when she didn’t pick up the argument again, though he did notice that she exchanged a quick glance with Gregor when Echo joined her in the speeder. The commando hadn’t said a word; merely smiled and handed Cerra a travel mug.

She sipped from it as she drove, and from the pleased expression on her face, Echo suspected that Gregor had gotten her caf just the way she liked. Privately, Echo wondered how her heart was still beating, given her caffeine intake. If he drank half as much caf as she did, he would vibrate out of his prosthetics.

The silence stretched out between them, and Echo cast about for something—anything—to say.

“Sooo. Supply officer?” he finally asked. When she’d mentioned her military service to Fireball, it had answered a few of Echo’s unasked questions about her.

“Yep. Stationed on the Resolute until it was destroyed at Sullust, and then reassigned to the Ro-ti-Mundi.”    

“Is that where you met Fives?” he asked curiously.

She laughed for the first time since he’d met her.

“He came in and submitted an official request for a crate of candy to boost morale,” she said. “I told him it would never get approved, but he was insistent. He came back, week after week, and filled out the official request form every single time. I sent them all in, and they always got denied. Finally, I just paid for it myself and had it delivered with my personal effects. I told him somebody down the line must have approved the request by accident.”

“That was you?” Echo gaped.

“Don’t tell me Fives dragged you into it, too!”

Echo shook his head. “I knew he had a crush on a supply officer and made up some excuse to keep seeing her. He never expected the candy to get approved. That’s why he picked it in the first place. He figured he could keep seeing you indefinitely if he kept requesting something impossible.”

“That’s ARC trooper material,” she smiled. 

She looked younger when she smiled. Less severe. Pretty. He wondered if she had always been as withdrawn and dour as she was now, or if she had been happier and livelier before the galaxy had gone to absolute shit. 

“You know, he distributed that candy to the entire legion,” Echo said.

“I know,” she said. “I had to keep ordering more to keep up with demand. I’m glad you two were off the Resolute by the battle of Sullust. If anyone on the Ro-ti-Mundi had found out about his little black market operation, I’d have gone bankrupt before the war ended.”

Echo considered this quietly for a moment. “That was very generous of you,” he said. “Thank you.”

She shrugged uncomfortably. “I was happy to do it. It was a small thing in the end.”

“But it meant a lot to all of us clones,” Echo said.

They lapsed into silence for a while as Cerra piloted them to their first stop. She parked the speeder, but before they disembarked, she spoke again in a low voice.

“He came to the supply office one last time, after Kamino,” she said. “He told me he was leaving for ARC training. That was the first time I kissed him.”

Echo’s brain skidded to a halt, and he gaped at her. “You were a couple?”

“Not right away. I didn’t see him again until after the Citadel.”

“Kriff,” Echo breathed.

“We stayed in touch. He commed me after Sullust to make sure I’d made it off the Resolute. He wanted me to meet you the next time he had shore leave. He said—he said he didn’t want to wait, that he’d realized we might not have time.”

“I’m so sorry,” Echo said.

“Me, too,” she replied.

And with that, she stood and led Echo to the first of many supply stops for the day. They did not speak about Fives again.

Cerra’s supply chain seemed to comprise the seediest black-market dealers imaginable. Echo wanted to ask how she’d managed to build a network of such dodgy connections given her respectable military family, but she seemed to regret her brief moment of openness, and he suspected she was unlikely to repeat it. 

Their last stop of the day ended in the two of them sprinting out of a squalid alley at top speed as one of her associates—er, make that former associates—unleashed a firestorm of blaster bolts at them.

“Does that happen often?” Echo asked once they safely zoomed away in the speeder.

“More often that Rex knows,” Cerra said with a shrug. “Don’t tell him about it. He’ll be insufferable if he finds out.”

Back at the garage, Cerra unloaded the supplies and set to restocking their inventory of food, medicine, weapons, and ammunition. She worked alone, grateful for the solitude. She had cursed herself for confiding in Echo almost as soon as she opened her stupid mouth. She’d let Gregor talk her into it, but the conversation hadn’t made her feel any better. She just felt tired and overwrought. She hurried to finish unpacking the supplies, hoping that she could sneak off early to the barracks and get some rest.

Unfortunately, Rex found her first. Steeling herself for a lecture, she turned to face him, but to her surprise, he didn’t mention the small skirmish that Echo had pulled her out of. What he said was much worse.

“You up for a reconnaissance mission at 79’s?” he asked.

“What?” she asked sharply, panic lacing her voice. “No.”

It was one thing to spend all her time with Rex, Gregor, and now Echo. Rex was just Rex; she’d known him before she ever met Fives, and with his blond hair and clean-shaven face, the similarity wasn’t too striking, most of the time. She’d had plenty of time to get used to Gregor, and Echo had been through so many physical changes that he barely looked like a clone at all any more. But to go to 79’s—a gathering place for men who looked and sounded exactly like Fives—was unthinkable. She’d spent countless evenings at the club with Fives, Tup, Jesse, and Kix. She’d lost every single one of them, and she did not want to confront those memories. Not only that, but it was one of the last places Fives had gone before he was murdered.

“We need to know if our activities are drawing any unwanted attention,” he said. “If the clones are talking about it, we’ll hear it at 79’s.”

“I know you’re too recognizable, but why send me?” she asked, feeling her breath begin to spiral and struggling to bring it back under control. “Why not send Echo or Gregor? I can’t do it, Rex.”

“You’ll have to. Echo will draw too much attention,” Rex said. “And clones are more likely to run their mouths around a pretty woman than a trooper they don’t know. But Gregor will be going with you for backup. You’ll enter separately, and he’ll keep his distance unless things go sideways.”

Cerra swallowed thickly. “I guess I’d better comm Rafa and ask if I can raid her closet.”

“Sure, I’ll let our roommate know you’re going to stop by so she doesn’t call the Corries. Wear whatever you want; it’s not like I’m using it,” Rafa said, her voice crackly and indistinct over the commlink

“Thanks, Rafa. I owe you one,” Cerra said.

“I just have one condition.”

“And what’s that?” Cerra asked with a sinking feeling.

“Send me a hologram to prove that you actually wore a dress,” Rafa laughed. “This I have to see.”

“I wear dresses,” Cerra said, stung. “I mean, I’ve worn dresses. Before. You know, during my lifetime.”

“Sure, sure,” Rafa said skeptically.

Cerra grumbled as she ended the comm.

“Gregor, I need you to help me pick something out,” she said. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve been interested in a man that I don’t remember how to dress for them.”

“Well, this should be entertaining,” he giggled as they drove to the Martez sisters’ flat. 

“Pick something stretchy, or I'll never be able to squeeze into it,” Cerra said. “And make sure it’s long enough to cover my scars.”

“Do they bother you that much?” he asked curiously.

“No, but if anyone is going to recognize a shrapnel scar, it’s going to be a bar full of clone troopers, and I don’t want to have to explain it,” she said.

“Fair enough,” he acknowledged. “At least stretchy is an option for you. I feel like I'm going to bust out of this jacket if I breathe too deep.”

Gregor was wearing an officer’s gray uniform that Rex had gotten from Force alone knew where. It strained tightly across his shoulders and chest, and it hung baggily around his waist. Clone commandos were quite literally built differently from the regular troopers due to their enhanced muscle mass, and it was nearly impossible to find a uniform that would fit him properly.

While Gregor rifled through Rafa’s closet, Cerra did her best to apply makeup. When she was younger, she’d been decent at it, but her skills were rusty with disuse, and the process ended up taking longer than she expected. She surveyed the results with ambivalence. It wasn’t bad, per se, but the face looking back at her from the mirror did not look like her own.

Maybe that’s a good thing, she thought. Less chance of being recognized.

Gregor had completed his assignment well before Cerra finished getting ready, and he was lounging on Rafa’s bed while he waited for her, sipping from a flask. He had selected a skimpy metallic dress, a fur jacket that Cerra sincerely hoped was fake, and a pair of ridiculously impractical high heels.

“Get your damned boots off the blankets, you heathen,” Cerra said as she unzipped her coveralls and stepped out of them.

Gregor smirked and flopped onto his back to stare at the ceiling while she changed. It was a sweet gesture, though this was hardly the first time he’d seen her in her undergarments; the whole team shared the barracks, after all, and she’d lost any sense of modesty when she was in basic training. She shimmied into the dress and turned her back to him.

“Zip me up?” she asked.

His warm fingers barely brushed against her skin as he cautiously eased the zipper upwards, careful not to pinch her. She turned to inspect her reflection. She glowered as she realized she wouldn’t be able to wear her bra with the outfit, then unclasped the bra and slipped it off without removing the dress.

“That’s a neat trick,” Gregor said, watching her with interest.

“Want me to teach you how to do it?” Cerra asked.

“Maybe some other time.” He frowned and looked searchingly into her eyes. “You good to do this mission?”

“What choice do I have?” Cerra asked.

“We could make Rex wear the dress and heels and send him in,” Gregor suggested. “Or I could just stun him for you.”

“Tempting, but not today,” Cerra said. She picked up the high heels and shot Gregor a disgruntled look. “How the kark am I supposed to run, let alone fight, in these stupid shoes?”

“You won’t need to, because I’ll be there to watch your back. All you have to do is not fall on your face,” he said. He passed her his flask of mystery liquor, and she took a healthy sip or three, wincing at the sharp burn.

“Kriff, that’s awful.” She sighed and scrubbed a hand over her shaved head. “Do you think I should wear a wig?”

“Nope,” he said, handing her a pair of large, ornate earrings. “Just put these on. You look hot as kark.”

She looked dubiously at her reflection. “I don’t know, Gregor.”

“Trust me,” he said. “Or if you want to test it out, let’s stop by the garage on the way to 79’s. If Fireball’s eyes don’t pop out of his head, I’ll buy the first round.”

Fireball’s eyes did not, in fact, pop out of his head, but they did bulge gratifyingly when Cerra walked into the repair shop, forcing herself to strut with a confidence she was far from feeling. Rex merely surveyed her impassively, but Echo’s mouth dropped open. 

Ha. Still got it. The warmth from Gregor’s liquor began to spread through her body, and she felt a small glimmer of optimism that maybe, possibly, she might actually be able to pull this mission off.

“Did you get the comms installed in the earrings?” Rex asked Gregor.

“Yes, and the holocam is in my rank insignia plaque,” Gregor said. “We should test them before we go.”

Rex fiddled with a datapad. “Go ahead.”

Gregor slid his hand across Cerra’s lower back and pulled her in close. Her eyes nearly drifted closed as his familiar, comforting scent washed over her. His breath fanned warmly against her neck, sending a wave of prickling awareness down her spine as he whispered in her ear. “Give us a twirl, babygirl. Fireball wants a show.”

Across the shop, Gregor’s voice crackled loud and clear from Rex’s datapad, and Fireball choked audibly. Cerra punched Gregor’s shoulder.

“Stop torturing the new kid, asshole,” she said. “And don’t call me babygirl. You can’t pull it off.”

Her voice echoed from the datapad, and Fireball looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole as his gaze darted back and forth between Cerra and Gregor.

“He’ll live,” Gregor scoffed. “He’s just shocked to see this spectacular body you’ve been hiding under those coveralls. And I can absolutely pull off babygirl.”

“Cut the chatter,” Rex ordered, his voice tinny and distorted through the comm in her earring. “It’s time.”

Cerra rolled her eyes and sauntered out to hail a cab, while Gregor just shot Rex an impudent grin and a lazy salute. He took the speeder bike and arrived at 79’s before Cerra, as they’d planned. Her mouth went dry and her pulse spiked as she crossed the landing platform to the club’s entrance, where dance music blasted at a deafening volume. As she approached, the throbbing bass vibrated up her legs and buzzed in her chest, the sensation making her feel disoriented and ill. Wishing she could have another shot of Gregor’s liquid courage, she took a deep, steadying breath, and pushed through the doors.

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[kellanved-ammanas]

Fine to Meet Everyone

Summary: Scout brings Sniper home for Thanksgiving.

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Scout’s childhood home was obvious before they’d even reached it. Much like the rest of the houses they were driving by, it was a bit worn and visibly weathered but obviously well taken care of. What made it stand out was the three cars jammed up into its driveway and a fourth parked just in front, partially on the sidewalk. The garage was closed but could’ve easily held another car or two. Which given what Sniper had heard about Scout’s family and their Thanksgiving tradition of everyone returning to his mother’s house for it, was very possible. Regardless of any extra cars though, there were a lot of folk already here.

“Damn,” Scout said as he pulled their rental to a stop uncomfortably close to the bumper of the car partially parked on the sidewalk but not on the sidewalk himself. “I was kinda hoping that maybe we’d be early enough to arrive before a few people at least. Guess that’s hard to do with how little time we’re given off for this even though it’s a gosh dang big holiday in the States which is where we are most of the time so we should get more time off but the Admin wants to be a bitch about it instead.”

“I thought you said no swearing while we’re here.” Which, Scout hadn’t specified but it was probably a good idea to include Australian swears too unfortunately.

“God… gosh dang it. It’s hard, okay? It really only matters we don’t do it around Ma or any of the kids. But anyway, if you don’t wanna go through the front door and meet everyone all at once we could climb the fence and go in the back door. The key’s probably still hidden in its usual spot but if not, I can pick it.”

Tempting. The idea of being confronted with a bunch of new people all at once was fairly anxiety inducing but he’d agreed to come knowing such might occur no matter what steps they took to try to buffer it a bit. Plus he wanted to make a good first impression on Scout’s family, sneaking in around back didn’t seem like a good way to do that. So… “Nah, I should be okay, I think.”

“All right. If it gets to be too much though just tug my shirt sleeve and I’ll be stricken with the sudden idea that I gotta take you out back to see the tree house. And then we can hang out alone up there for however long you want, in the hammock too if its still there and not dirty or torn apart or whatever.”

With a grunt of acknowledgment, Sniper unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He waited for Scout to make his way around to him before starting up the side of driveway towards the front door. Part of the railing along the stairs leading up to it was broken and held together with a single wrapping of duck tape. That didn’t seem quite trustworthy so he avoided touching the railing as they made their way up to the door.

Upon reaching it, Scout didn’t hesitate before pressing the doorbell. It was the kind that was loud enough to be heard from even out here, though faintly. He pressed it quickly twice then a third time for a couple seconds before pulling his hand away. “That’s the secret code to let them know it’s family and not a door-to-door salesman or some religious nutjob trying to sell a different kind of bull-poo.”

“Those kinds of folk that big a problem out here?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

Before anything further could be said, the door opened. It was Scout’s Ma looking much like she did in the family photos Scout had shared, though a bit grayer in the hair and shorter than Sniper had expected.

“Jeremy, you’re earlier than I’d expected. Not that I’m complaining of course. It’s good to see you.” Her voice matched her face perfectly as she leaned in to give Scout a quick hug.

“Yeah, yeah. I wanted to try to get here before everyone else did but failed.”

“Oh hon, that’d be real hard to pull off with how early the twins like to get here.” She turned her smile onto Sniper now. “And you must be Mundy It great to finally meet you.” She held out a hand of him to shake. It was warm and only slightly less callused than Scout’s. “Jeremy here talks about you on the phone all the time. I’m the one that told him to ask you out after how many times he mentioned that he liked you. Except, the reason he hadn’t yet was because he didn’t know how to approach men and was afraid to try. I had to give advice. Nothing wrong with needing advice of course, just a fun bit of info.”

“Ma,” Scout sounded just like he must’ve as a petulant child, “you didn’t need to tell him that. I asked you to try not to embarrass me, remember?”

“Dear, before you two leave, he’s probably gonna hear far more embarrassing things than that about you. But a man’s not worth keeping if he leaves you over hearing a few stories from you family about you being a bit silly sometimes. But anyway, come inside both of you.” She stepped back, gesturing for them to follow her inside. “Since you two just flew in and have to fly back tomorrow morning, you’re exempt from helping prepare dinner. There’s plenty of help already anyway.”

Inside the house was warm and already smelled of cooking food. She lead them a bit further to the living room. The TV in the center was on but no one on the couch or seated in the various chairs – some clearly always there, others dragged in from elsewhere – seemed to be paying much attention to it. A corner of the room was sectioned off as a children’s play area. All together, the room was quite full. Scout had a big family. Luckily everyone was too wrapped up in their conversations, play in the case of the kids, to notice the three of them enter.

Scout’s mother clapped her hands just loud enough to cut through the conversation, drawing everyone’s gaze. If Sniper weren’t taller than them, he might’ve tried to step behind Scout to hide a little. As it was though, he just managed to hold himself steady.

“Guess who arrived early,” Scout’s mother said. “Meaning we’re all here now. Remember to be nice to our guest. Jeremy really likes him so let’s not try too hard to scare him away. Also it’s time to change who’s working in the kitchen.”

Evidently having discussed this, a handful of the adults in the room stood and started making their way towards presumably the kitchen. Scout’s mother patted him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear before starting that way herself.

Even with those people gone, there were still a lot of people in the room, all of them looking at him and Scout. If Sniper had ever been in so small as space with so many people before, he couldn’t recall it. Some of the faces he recognized from the photos Scout had shown him, though he couldn’t put a name to any of them. Names had always been difficult for him to remember and until recently he didn’t think he’d ever meet any of Scout’s family. But they weren’t just casually sleeping together anymore and so… here he was with a bunch of strangers staring at him.

Scout looped his arms through his, pulling him closer and breaking his frozen spell. “I’ll introduce everyone to you unless you wanna go see the tree house or my old room first.”

It was tempting to accept that offer to flee but… with Scout here holding his arm through his, it wasn’t so bad. “I’m uh… fine to meet everyone, I think.” He could do this.

“Awesome. Don’t forget the signal if you need to leave though.” Keeping hold of his arm, perhaps because he wanted to or because he knew it helped, Scout pulled him deeper into the room to start meeting everyone.

By the third introduction, Sniper had already forgotten the first but he was also more relaxed. Having grown up with so few people around, being around this many at once was a lot, but if he was going to continue his relationship with Scout, he was going to have to get used to this type of thing. That wasn’t necessarily bad though, even if it was a stressful thought. But maybe one day, he’d even be able to remember all these people’s names and enjoy their company.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Dracula from Houston: Bigby Wolf x Vampire!Reader

He knew something was wrong. He didn’t even have to look at you to know something wasn’t quite right with you, he had known for so long. His nose picked up an odd scent when he walked into the Business Office after Snow had called him in for something he couldn’t give a shit about; It was faint at first, but the longer he stood in the Business Office waiting for Snow the more pungent it became. He didn’t even bother asking Snow when she did finally pop out from behind the towering bookshelves with her arms full of folders, but when you followed her with an even bigger stack, he knew right away.

The smell was slightly offputting, raising the hairs on the back of his neck as he watched you follow somewhat sluggishly behind Snow. It smelled like something had been left in a dusty room for so long. Not quite moldy, but still a little mildewy? Like when you find something up in the attic after it storms and you brush the dust and mothballs off of it.

But one look at you solidified his thoughts.

You hadn’t fed.

Your cheeks were sunk and looked a little hollow and you had bags under yours eyes that could store the Fabletown armory in them. The skin around your eyes were terribly dark like you hadn’t slept in years and the whites of your eyes were an odd mix of bloodshot and yellow from not feeding. Hell, veins were starting to become more prominent along your throat and under your eyes, even now he could see them poke up from the skin against your temple.

How long had it been since you fed to look like this? This wasn’t something that just happens to vampires, especially ones of your age. It had to have been weeks. You were so busy helping Snow and Bufkin reorganize all of the folders and books, rewriting completely new ones to keep up with the Fables leaving Fabletown and replacing the Fables that had tragically passed in all new books. It had been going on for months as King Cole ordered it to be done by Remembrance Day. The three of you were already working your hands to the bone, but you were able to burn the candle by both ends due to being horribly nocturnal. Had you been putting off feeding just to do this shit?

He knew the stereotypes against vampires in the Fable community, he didn’t need to be reminded about the ones constantly slated against him alone. You were like him, not so good in the past to your other Fables and feared amongst many, but you were trying to make amends and fit back into society, especially since your maker had been staked in the Homelands before you all fled here. You were trying harder than he was, and at the very least it seemed to be working.

But because of those horrible fears, its made it horrible for you to find sources to feed from. You grew to hate feeding on humans, Mundies especially when the new world started to turn artificial with the overly-processed foods and all. And it wasn’t like you could easily just walk out in the middle of Manhattan of all places and catch a raccoon or a squirrel and feed on it in the streets. You had to rely on your community, whenever Fables would “graciously” donate blood to the bank run by other vampires from dispersed covens from centuries prior, and even then, there was barely enough blood to feed you all.

But there were times where even the blood bank wasn’t enough. You had almost gotten caught one time in Staten Island when you took out a deer, not realizing it had been tagged by the city when you fed on it and almost got caught by park rangers. That was a fun drive for Bigby to make.

As Snow went on about something with Remembrance Day plannings and needing Bigby’s help with God knows what, he stepped up beside you and brushed his hand against yours. You were so horribly cold to the touch, he thought that if he squeezed your hand too hard your fingers would break off like ice. Your hand quickly enveloped his hand, thankful for the warm he constantly put out as you leaned against him. You sighed contently, Bigby noticing your fangs poking through and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You feeling okay?” he murmured to you.

It took you a minute to register his question, blinking a few times before nodding.

“Yeah.. I just need a break I think,” you mumbled.

You swayed a little uneasily next to him. Bigby anchored your grip and stood tall next to you so you would have a more sturdy lean against him.

“How long has it been since you last fed?” You sheepishly looked away from him, hunching your shoulders up a bit. “(Y/n)-”

“It hasn’t been easy, Bigby.”

He left it at that, afraid that if he tried to dig deeper that you would get upset and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead, he barely looked at Snow out of the corner of his eye, instead watching Bufkin fly around like a bird whose head was cut off trying to organize the books yet again as she rambled on about whatever chores she would need Bigby to do on top of his workload as sheriff. The three of you suddenly winced as the poor flying monkey crashed into a towering bookshelf, dropping all of the books he had been carrying before falling after them.

He sat up in his chair, eyes refusing to stay closed for long before he had to peel them open. As much as they were dry and needed to roll in the back of his head to sleep, he couldn’t will himself to pass out in his somewhat comfy chair. It wasn’t the distant honking of taxi cabs or the police sirens wailing, it wasn’t the distinct clicking of heels on pavement or the chattering on a cellphone.

It was your scent.

Had you of have had a heartbeat, he would have focused on that more, but he made do with what he could. He could smell you in your apartment a few floors above him, your scent only growing stronger in his nose the more he dwelled on the fact that you were practically starving and there really wasn’t anything you could do about it other than sit and wait for a call that may not happen for awhile.

That odd dusty smell lingered in his nose and teased his mind, urging him to do something.

This really shouldn’t have worked out like it did between the two of you. You both were monsters destined to despise each other. The tales have lasted so long that Mundies write smutty romance novels and over-the-top movies about it. But there was something that just pulled you both together one day and you’ve both been together ever since. He finds it a lot better dating you and doing things you can do like going out late at night for walks and such.

But you were suffering in silence and that was killing him. He could feel it swirling in his chest and gut uncomfortably, the need to help and provide for you like he would if he weren’t human.

He felt something compel him to finally stand up on his groaning legs, his old chair creaking eerily as he suddenly stood to the point where it almost woke Colin from his daze. He quickly exited his apartment and made his way towards your own.

The entire time in the elevator he was going over in his mind exactly what to say to you. He didn’t know how you would actually react, but he knew you wouldn’t be happy with what he was brewing in his mind. The ding of the bell startled him out of his thoughts as the doors opened, revealing both of your roommates - also vampires - were going out for the night, probably to work judging by their attire. He nodded awkwardly at them, stepping off the elevator’s cage and starting for your apartment.

He always found it kind of cute that the door handle was in the shape of a coffin and the doorbell matched it. Both were made of steel but shined like silver. He knew better than to ring it though, opting to knock softly and wait for you to open it. He didn’t hear anything at first, so he tried again, knocking just a bit louder. He eventually heard you get up and shuffle and limp towards the door. You opened it with an annoyed look only for it to wipe away when you saw that it was your boyfriend rather than your roommates.

“Bigby? What’re you doing here?” you croaked out.

He winced internally. You didn’t sound so good. You sounded like you were actively dying and you didn’t seem to fare much better since this afternoon when he last saw you.

“I came to see you,” he smiled softly, hoping to ease the situation. “Can I come in?”

You stepped away and allowed him to pass through. Your apartment had no windows at all and the lights were about half as bright as the other lights in the Woodlands. Perfect for vampires, not so good for the normal Fables.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? Snow just put a lot on your plate.”

You closed the door and started for the couch, slumping down and drawing a thick blanket over your chilled legs. You seemed more… bat-like? He knew you had a glamour, but it was starting to fail. Your eyes were bigger and your ears were starting to come to a slight point.

“I’m worried about you.”

“I’m next on the list-”

“You’ve been waiting for weeks and you’re getting nothing. No calls, no offers, nothing sweetheart.” You sighed and rubbed your face with your bony hands, Bigby didn’t miss the claws adorning your fingertips. “Let me help you.”

You shot up, gaze falling on Bigby who didn’t flinch a muscle. A look of dread washed over your face before it twisted to offense.

“No.”

“(Y/n)-”

“I said no!” You stood up from the couch too fast, your legs gave out without any resistance. Bigby caught you, brawny arms wrapping around your body. You whimpered, wanting to give into his warmth and drink from him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. “No- Bigby, I can’t.”

Bigby lifted you up briefly before turning and sitting down where you just were. He placed you in his lap, placing your legs securely on either side of him. You tried to avoid his gaze, but the hand that grasped at your chin persuaded you to look at him.

Those eyes.

Fuck, those eyes. You couldn’t say no to those eyes and he knew it. Beautiful shades of brown and amber twisting so perfectly they hypnotized you.

You could feel his pulse pounding through his skin. His heart was beating at such a steady pace, hearty and strong without a trace of fear or discomfort to be found. And fuck, he smelled so good right now you swore you would drool.

Your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth as you debated actually drinking from him. Bigby watched as you fought the dilemma internally, rubbing soothing patterns into your hips and back with his warm hands to give you some heat. You yearned to taste him, but it felt so fucking wrong to drink from your lover.

You found yourself nodding shamefully. Your fangs ached to bite into him, your mind tingling with sensations you hadn’t felt in decades.

Bigby loosened his tie and undid the top three buttons on his shirt. The sudden absence of his warm hands on your body made you whimper, grasping at his open collar with desperation as he shushed you lovingly.

“Bigby,” you whimpered.

Your trembling hands caressed Bigby’s strong jaw as you knotted your fingers in his hair. Your lips ghosted his own, your fangs grazing the delicate skin. You could taste the cigarette he just smoked and the whiskey he downed hours ago still.

“I got ya,” he reassured you, tugging his shirt open and to the side.

Your lips ghosted down his neck to the apex where it connected to his shoulder. You were afraid to latch onto his throat, opting instead for around his collarbone where the muscles rippled and flexed as he breathed in deeply, preparing for the pain. You kissed at his tanned skin before you licked at it lazily. You moaned at the light salty flavor, eyes fluttering shut as one of your hands reached to the back of the sofa and snatched at the wooden frame, claws digging into the overstuffed cotton upholstery.

Bigby moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of you lapping and sucking on his neck. He could feel the skin tingle as he anticipated the bite. The way your fangs grazed his skin made it feel electric to the touch. He did his best to keep his pulse as steady as he could, worried that if you sensed it rise too fast you would pull away and deny yourself food.

You felt something flip in your brain. You felt your eyes sting with life and your mind go blank before you bit dow on Bigby’s shoulder.

Bigby groaned out loud, his hands fisting at the back of your shirt as your fangs sank deeper inside of his shoulder until your jaws locked. You lapped up the blood that spilled out, humming and moaning as his blood dribbling into your mouth. Your hands kneaded against him and the sofa as you drank deeply, eyes fluttering shut as you indulged yourself on your lover’s blood.

The pain ebbed away quickly and Bigby found himself relaxing, his body uncoiling. He felt warmer, the back of his mind growing a bit fuzzy from the sudden blood loss as you took your fill. He slowly felt you growing warmer under his touch, his hands went back to caressing your back to soothe your fried nerves.

When he felt himself getting heavy as a pain started to grow in his head, he tapped your spine before you suddenly ripped yourself away. You were panting like a wild animal, eyes glowing red while your mouth and chin dribbling with his blood. You looked way better already, life springing back inside of you after feeding for only a few minutes.

“Feeling better?” he smirked.

[dead-dog-dont-eat]

hey sal! I see that youre currently enjoying some ttcc atm :))!! Glad that you are since im currently getting into the game and I love it too!

Which, btw, now that we're on the same topic, do you have any headcanons of voice claims for any of the TTCC characters that you love/like??

-📼 anon

HOLY SHIT DUDE, I KNOW!! I honestly feel like Markiplier finding out about Lady Dimitrescu--which is EXACTLY how I feel about this game /silly. its SOOO amazing and I can't believe JUST NOW I'm starting to enjoy it!! Its making me feral (lol)

Also, on the topic of voicelines, I was just so happening to look into them since I'm currently writing some fanfic about this game atm 'n' figured I would share some of my VA headcanons for various Cogs (mostly ones I love the most). Btw the choices for these voices mostly stem from various TV shows and movies I love watching. Mind you this is gonna be a bit of a long one jsyk:

Dave Brubot - Asmodeus (Helluva Boss/James Monroe Iglehart) <- cuz why not? I love Ozzie's voice and I think its a great fit for Major Player

Buck Ruffler - Fizzarolli + lisp (Helluva Boss/Alex Brightman) <- ik ppl mostly do Daffy Duck for Buck, but I think Fizz would mostly fit him

Graham Ness Payser - Jerma985 <- this ACTUALLY fits him quite well and I love it (im a jerma fan lol). Plus most ppl hc Jerma to be his VA/voiceclaim

Chip Revvington - Nick Offerman (aka Ron Swanson from "Parks and Recreation" and Beef Tobin from "The Great North") <- I love Nick Offerman, especially in his role of playing Bill from "The Last Of Us" TV series, so this fits him perfectly. Ik some people think of Chip like Bojack Horseman, but I don't so sorry :/ (plus I never watched bojack; but I do love "Tuca and Bertie" from the same producer)

Barry Briefcase - Bob Belcher (Bob's Burgers/H. Jon Benjamin) <- I think his murmurs would DEFINITELY be sounding like Bob himself. Plus I like to think that he, too, isn't much of a social person

Courtney Case - Anna Gunn (aka Skyler White from "Breaking Bad") <- I dunno if its just me but they kinda have a similar hairstyle, plus I think it fits her pretty well! (+ additional info: I have a Cog OC I made that Courtney is married to since Courtney is canonically married to a unknown partner)

Mundie Mudsnapper - Alessio (Helluva Boss/Abe Goldfarb) <- I KNOW that Alessio said, like, only ONE line in "Exes and Oohs", but I love him as a neat character; same for Mundie

Kilo Kidd - Ham Tobin (The Great North/Paul Rust) <- holy shit finding a good VA was hard for Kilo, but this is the best I could do for him

Cathal Bravecog - Gene Belcher (Bob's Burgers/Eugene Mirman) <- I just think it fits him :)

Allan Bravecog - Vox (Hazbin Hotel/Christian Borle) <- I think you see my reasoning, right?? Allan, a Sellbot; Vox, a bot that SELLS stuff?? Also it just fits him, as per usual

Spruce Campbell - Mike Myers <- Since I know that Spruce is Scottish + has a Scottish-ethnic accent in the game, and also cuz Mike Myers is of distant Scottish ethnicity, so it pairs up well

Mary Anna - Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers/John Roberts) <- was mainly inspired by that one TTCC comic of Mary helping Misty being confident and being overly-posivite, which made me think of Linda

Holly Grayelle - Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel/Stephanie Beatriz) <- I actually LOVE Vaggie's VA since I'm a fan of "Brooklyn Nine-Nine" and "Twisted Metal," so I think its perfect

Prester Virgil - David Harbour <- okay, i'll admit, I'm a BIIIIIG fan of David himself since he plays Hopper in ''Stranger Things" and his role in "Violent Night" (plus hes hot, ngl)

Benjamin Biggs - Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane (Harley Quinn show/Rahul Kohli) <- I LOVE this version of Scarecrow in the show (this one plus the BTAS version and the "Batman: The Long Halloween" too) and his British accent is REALLY amazing imo. Shame that Scarecrow died early in the show tho :( justice for my boy

Misty Monsoon - Kiana Madiera <- LOVED her in the Netflix horror trilogy series "Fear Street"

Tawney C. Esta - Kevin Chamberlin (aka Bertram Winkle from "Jessie") <- I feel like Kevin's voice will fulfill him and reminds me a bit like Bertram since he loves naps

Belle Dama - Paulette Jones (Brandon Rogers' multiverse/actor) <- it was a bit hard for me to decide who Belle would be voiced as, so this was my best shot as well. However I DO love Paulette Jones in her many appearances in Brandon's videos so this'll work

Cosmo Kuiper - Teddy + Italian accent (Bob's Burgers/Larry Murphy) <- I feel like Teddy's voice with an Italian accent would be a good one for Cosmo

Flint Bonpyre - Michael Kovich <- saw someone also hc Flint w/ michael and its SUCH a good choice imo. I rlly love Flint (and kovich) so this is a great one (especially since I love Michael's role from the Hazbin pilot, Murder Drones and TADC)

Brian - Yuri Lowenthal <- loved yuri cuz he voices teen ben tennyson (b10 is one of my favorite childhood cartoons that I still watch to this day)

William Boar - Adam (Hazbin Hotel/Alex Brightman) <- fun fact, my choice of misty's VA would've been erika (aka hh series charlie morningstar) and william have adam's VA for humorous reasons. Tho, I changed misty's hc VA last minute but kept alex because I could visually SEE it so perfectly

Buck Wilde - Striker (Helluva Boss/Edward Bosco) <- I'll be honest, as a "Walking Dead" fan I LOVE Norman Reedus and I liked his role being Striker when he first appeared in season 1 HB. But with the voice change in S2, I like Striker's voice a bit better with Edward. Plus Wilde and Striker ARE both cowboys

Dana S. Charme - Alastor (Hazbin Hotel/Edward Bosco) <- I love the pilot VA of alastor before the actual series came out, plus Dana is a radio host so I thought I made it more fun if Dana was voiced ALSO by a radio host lol

Winston Byrd - Kellen Goff <- I think you know why

Insider - Cosmo (IF/Christopher Meloni) <- I thought this movie was super cute and I like Cosmo (and Christopher Meloni cuz Stabler from SVU) plus Insider looks a bit like cosmo

Head Honcho - Spencer Charnas (Ice Nine Kills) <- one of my favorite metal bands AND vocalist. Also putting this here via headcanon cuz I can and will

Magnate - Tom Bateman (Based On A True Story) <- His voice...mwah 🫶🏻👌

High Roller - Chazwick "Chaz" Thurman +lisp (Helluva Boss/Eric Schwartz) <- i LOVE eric schwartz and the character he voiced in hb: chaz thurman (hes got an amazing voice) so I am confident this is a good fit for High Roller himself

Count Erclaim - Whampire (Ben 10/John DiMaggio) <- they're both vampires and whampire's voice fits him

hoooo, this was a LOT!! thank god my autism powered through this ask lmao, thanks for askin!!

[snowangeldotmp3]

hi! uhh would you be willing to talk more about sacred spaces? lol im really interested if you want to talk about it!

anon. i would love nothing more. i broke out my old books and articles that i had to use in my sacred space class (aka the reason i am the way i am now) just for this. i'm not totally sure how long this is going to get, so bear with me. i will also have sources.

so the first question we really need to answer is: what is sacred space?

we tend to think of sacred spaces as one of two things. 1.) religious space 2.) solemn places (like monuments, for example--more on this later!)

either way, a sacred space tends to do one major thing: it evokes an emotion. a feeling. you know when you step into a sacred space, how the air around you shifts. but why? what is so special about church? or the cemetery? or a memorial? what defines a sacred space?

short answer: depends.

long answer: well...

so one of the main books that i'm pulling from is called The Sacred and the Profane by Mircea Eliade (who is, btw, one of my favorite authors on the topic--as well as the first academically. it is not an easy read. it's confusing and dense, don't let the page count fool you. it's a short book with a lot packed into it.) ANYWAY. eliade introduces the concept of "sacred time." he defines sacred time as thus: "by its very nature sacred time is reversible in the sense that, properly speaking, it is a primordial mythical time made present. every religious festival, any liturgical time, represents the reactualization of a sacred event that took place in a mythical past, 'in the beginning.'" it is also important to note here the definition of a liminal space. a liminal space is, by definition(!), a transitional space; a threshold. it is a space that when you enter, you are different when it comes time for you to exit. something happens in that liminal space that changes you. so sacred time--the return to a mythical past--is marked by one especially important thing: repetition.

part of this sacred time is what eliade calls the "time of origin" and is defined as the "ritual repetition of the gods' creative act." religious festivals are held the same time of year, every year. (this, of course, can vary depending on religion--example: easter is not the same date every year, but the easter sunday service is essentially the same every year.) this is known as imitatio dei. an imitation of god, trying to return to this mythical past or origin or miracle or something. sacred space is marked by repeated ritual--our sacred time

but this is only part of our answer.

eliade also introduces the concept of the axis mundi, which translates literally into 'world axis' or 'center of the world', but in the terms that eliade presents us with, it refers to any place that connects the human and the divine. for example, the altar in a church would be considered the axis mundi.

it doesn't always have to be religious, though. in sacred space, it often is religious, but it doesn't have to be. example: think about how a home is set up. older homes have a fireplace, because this is where families would gather around. this has shifted over the years to become the tv. either way, it's often the center of the room, or where people gather around the most. (one of the papers i wrote in this class was on the fact that the disney parks often have an icon and this is what would be considered the axis mundi of each park)

speaking of not always being religious; back to monuments!

i don't have enough time to really dive into it, but the book Shadowed Ground by Kenneth Foote delves really deep into (specifically) america's monuments and how they have become sacred spaces over time and what makes them sacred. i'll have to find it, because i apparently did Not have this article on hand so i have to search for it once again but! there's an academic article about how monument mall is set up in washington d.c. to specifically evoke these feelings of solemnity etc etc. it's in the very design of it.

tl;dr - sacred space is often created through the repetition of rituals, religious or secular, there is often a liminal space or threshold that we cross, and, sometimes, sacred spaces are intentionally created to evoke the feeling without the ritual--as is the case with a lot of memorials or monuments.

anyway! this got a little too long, but i hope this answered some things!! i love talking about sacred space and religion and religious history in general so i would be. thrilled to answer any that u have!!