#She is quite cat-coded indeed

[medicus-felini]

I had a private talk about this ask with @ferromagnetiic and felt a strong desire to wrap it up in a meme.

[wordsarelife]

—starlight

pairing: soft!mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be

warnings: really small mention of a loved one dying

notes: y/n is a bit luna lovegood coded

the morning was hotter than the days before, even though it was slowly becoming fall. mattheo and his friends had decided to stay inside for the first time in weeks and were now sitting in the Iibrary, busy understanding their potions homework.

"so" enzo mumbled, the words a bit harder to recognize, because he had the tip of his quill between his lips "what is the answer to number eight?"

"if i tell you, you won't learn anything" theo, the only one who was really understanding the task at hand, groaned.

"yeah, but we would stop wasting our time" mattheo mumbled just silent enough so theo wouldn't hear. blaise, who sat next to him, laughed.

"come on, mate" draco started pleading "you know i normally get these, but it's so hot outside, i'd rather swim in the lake"

"well, you have to earn that first" theo was not budging under the pleading of his friends. blaise, draco, enzo and mattheo groaned simultaneously

"where is pansy? shouldn't she sit here with us and be annoyed at you?" blaise asked, while his eyes wandered to the empty spot next to draco, that was normally occupied by the girl.

"she's got detention with mcgonagall, i'm copying the answers for her" draco answered

"well, now that's unfair" mattheo shook his head "why don't you say anything about that, theo?"

it seemed like theo hadn't even listened to what his friends were talking about. he was busy reading the next number and looked up confused. "what?"

"forget it" mattheo hid his face in his hands, while blaise and enzo exchanged a look, rolling their eyes

"woah" blaise suddenly made next to him "isn't that y/n?"

mattheos head turned, so did the rest of his friend's.

it was indeed you. the slytherins watched in confusion how you climbed the ladder leaning against the shelf. their confusion only grew when you didn't stop climbing at the highest shelf, but used your arms to pull you up on top of the shelf.

"what is she doing?" enzo mumbled

“i have no clue” mattheo watched you closely, following your every move.

he had been kind of in love with you since the third grade. his friends found his crush on you quite interesting, considering you were a bit curious and weird, but somehow all of them agreed that it was in a cute way, a bit too stubborn, a bit too much in your own world.

maybe the carelessness and constant happy mood you were spotted with only added to their confusion. mattheo wasn’t normally the guy to go for girls like you. and it was out of the ordinary to see him as nervous as he was around you. girls normally didn't make him nervous, but you did.

they all gasped simultaneously, as one of your hands hit the shelf a bit too far left and almost made you fall down.

“oh” you said, both at your close call and their presence, you had only noticed them now. “hi” you used the hand that had almost caused you to fall to wave at them

“hey, y/n!” theo raised his hand, copying your greeting, while his eyes were still fixated on the potions book on the table in front of him. he was the only one of his friends who was also friends with you, a result of your similar interest in astronomy.

mattheo watched you closely. he had stood up to catch you, in case there was another close call. him and the rest of his friends watched you as you crawled along the shelf.

“what are you doing?” enzo asked, louder than he had planned which resulted in madam pince shushing him. "sorry" enzo cringed, but it was already too late.

his voice had been so loud and sudden, that it had made you shriek. like mattheo had predicted, you lost your balance and fell down the shelf. luckily, he caught you before you could hit the ground.

“thanks” you smiled, patting his chest and climbing out of his arms.

mattheo was stunned at how relaxed you still were after almost falling to your death. well, maybe not death but you still could've gotten hurt really bad.

“i was looking for my cat” you smiled as if it was the most logical explanation, answering enzo’s question, without any hard feeling about him causing you to fall. “but she isn’t up there”

“ahh, alright” enzo nodded, acting like he understood what you were talking about, but he looked as lost as mattheo felt.

“see you later” you waved your hand at the boys before you turned around and left the library.

mattheo quickly grabbed his potions book, ready to follow you.

“what are you doing?” theo looked at him with narrowed eyes, almost sounding offended “we haven’t finished number nine yet”

“i was trying to..” mattheo trailed off, pointing at where you had last stood

“go” draco directed, pushing theo, who was ready to get up and discuss things with mattheo, back down in his seat.

blaise plastered a hand over theo’s mouth as he started protesting. mattheo nodded at his friends, silently thanking them, before he ran out of the library, hoping to still catch you.

to his luck, you had enough time on you to walk through the halls slowly.

“hey” mattheo breathed, matching your step “do you need help looking for your cat?”

“sure” you seemed happy enough about his suggestion “her name is starlight, but she doesn’t really answer to that, so there’s no point in calling her”

“okay” mattheo nodded “and she normally spends her time on top of the library shelves?”

“sometimes” you shrugged “she mostly spends her time all over the castle”

“do you often do things like that?”

“what?” you smiled “climb on top of shelves and let pretty boys catch me? not really, no” you shook your head laughing, while mattheo was still stuck on what you had described him as.

“how does starlight look like?” he tried a different approach as he followed you through the halls, almost sure you were heading to the astronomy tower.

“she’s a ginger cat”

“well, that’s explains a lot” mattheo laughed and you joined in “why doesn’t she answer to her name?”

“she belonged to my grandfather, she would only ever answer his calling, or react to his voice in general” you explained “he died a few months ago and my parents thought about giving her away, so she's now staying with me”

“that’s sad” mattheo frowned “i’m sorry about your loss”

“don’t be” you smiled up at him with big eyes and he almost missed a step on the way up. “he wasn’t the nicest, i don’t think he even liked anyone apart from his cat, but she’s nice enough most of the time”

“i get it” mattheo nodded understandingly “so where would she normally hide?” he looked around the room, trying to spot the orange fur of your cat. now that he thought about it, he remembered you chasing her around the halls a few times.

“you mind helping me up?” you pointed at the wooden beam over both of your heads

“seems like she prefers the higher spots, huh?” mattheo asked sarcastically, before he picked you up without another word of protest

you climbed on top of the beam, turning your head, before you finally shook it and mattheo helped you back down.

“where could she be if she isn’t here either?”

“i have one last spot in mind” you nodded, thinking “if she isn’t there, then i don’t know where she could still be”

“well, hopefully she is”

“as long as she’s fine” you smiled

mattheo followed you back down the steps of the tower, pending what he could still ask you. he wouldn’t waste any time he could spend with you, he would make the most of it.

his mind was racing, trying to come up with something, but the only thing he could remember was the list of thirty six questions blaise had shown him the day before, swearing that those were the best icebreakers at a first date.

well, this was far from a first date, but it did not hurt to try

“given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” he muttered, recalling the first question.

your face lit up at his sudden question. “that’s a fun question” you smiled “let me think about it. does the person have to be alive?”

mattheo shook his head

“well then i would pick my grandmother, i think” you smiled, deep in thought “she was a great woman. i remember my grandfather being a decent person back when she was alive. she used to make these crocheted hats for me. i have them in almost every color”

“that sounds nice” mattheo smiled as he noticed how your features lit up while talking about your grandma. he followed you into the great hall, not even questioning it.

“what about you?” you asked him, taking a quick turn and walking up the steps around the wall of the entryway.

“what about me?” mattheo repeated confused

“yeah” you laughed at his forgetfulness “who would you have dinner with?”

“i don’t know” mattheo shrugged

“i don’t accept that answer” you shook your head “i can't believe that no one comes to mind at that”

there was someone coming to mattheo’s mind. but he couldn’t tell you. right now, he only wanted to have dinner with one person and that person was you, and maybe your cat, because not finding her would probably mean that you would be sad otherwise.

“merlin” mattheo answered quickly and you raised your eyebrows

“fan?”

“the biggest” mattheo grinned and cringed the moment your eyes left his face. he was ready to turn around and run away, but your sudden calling kept him from it.

“starlight!” you laughed, holding out your arms and catching the orange cat that had been about to fall from the highest shelf.

“hey” mattheo cooed, softly stroking the cat’s head. the cat hissed at him and he quickly pulled his hand back.

“she likes you” you smiled brightly despite starlight proving the opposite.

“you really think so?” mattheo asked unsurely.

“of course” you were pulling the cat close to your chest “she’s smiling at you”

mattheo wasn’t so sure about that. starlight looked like she was ready to claw his eyes out if left unattended in the same room.

starlight settled on top of your shoulder as you began to walk back down the stairs. mattheo was ready to follow, but starlight hissed at him over you shoulder and it took him a second longer to catch up to you.

despite anything you had previously said, he was sure that that cat absolutely loved you, even if she often spend her time sleeping in the most ridiculous places and making you search for her. he was sure you loved her just as much, even you had so casually talked about the cat's situation he had noticed that you couldn't have endured your parents just giving her away. he had also noticed the worry in your eyes when stalright hadn't been in the astronomy tower.

additional to that, he was also sure she already hated him. maybe she could sense the inappropriate thoughts he sometimes had about you.

“thank you for your help” you had walked mattheo back to the doors of the library, after he had claimed that his friends would probably appreciate his return to finish the homework.

“no problem” he smiled and he had almost sighed at how pretty you were, just simply standing in front of him “i’d do anything” he mumbled under his breath.

“what?” you laughed, not having understood a sound of what he had mumbled. starlight was busy playing with a strand of your hair. mattheo had to smile at that and you mirrored his expression.

“doesn’t matter” mattheo shrugged and his smile grew brighter as he watched you laugh at him.

you softly held a hand in front of starlight's eyes, before you stood on your tiptoes, softly kissing mattheo's cheek. “thank you, maybe we could have dinner some day” you said, before you waved him a final goodbye “say goodbye starlight” the cat hissed at him once again and you smiled pleased, before you turned around and walked back in the direction of your dorm.

“i’d do anything” mattheo repeated his earlier words when you were far enough away. his cheeks were red and his hand touched the spot on which your lips had rested a few seconds ago. “anything”

[book--brackets]

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[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:2 Squirrels and an Imp!!

Skullfuck Productions was an enigma to some, a production and publishing company for material of the adult entertainment variety, or to be more blunt and direct, they did porn. Porn of a very high quality at that, enough to have fans equally among the heterosexual and lgbt community alike in terms of its demographics and have established working partnerships with notable studios such as Double Z, owned and operated by the one and only Zigzag herself. It was said that SF Productions own CEO was an enigma, any to nobody but a select knew who he was or what he looked like but his fans and critics could agree on one thing. The man knew how to make some smut!!

Mr.Sketch as he was known of course, had more that his share of secrets and chief among them was that he wasn’t event human and his studio was based in Hell itself!! And every once so often he was always on the lookout for new talent or for his current roster crop to prove they had what it took to be sexy bitches and absolute unit studs. Especially at the monthly parties he’d host in his personal penthouse in the living world, which could be considered the lewd equivalent to Queen Bee-elzebub’s regular get togethers, a veritable sea of bodies human, demon and furry alike enjoying some good food and drink and a little casual consensual fun. It was also a good chance for regulars to more or less show off their talents and prove to the flaming skull headed head honcho they had what it took to be the next big thing for future projects.

Which of course brings us to the latest ongoing party and a dispute that was drawing quite a few eyes and ears for attention as a pair of squirrel babes were busy glaring at each other with such intensity thst if they were lasers? They’d have no doubt burned each other’s heads off, but what did you expect when it came to Marika and Sarita? The bimbo and the shortstack squirrel were both nympho sluts and proud of it, far as they were concerned God had blessed them with their bombshell bodies and the libidos to match but as Hughlander once said, there could be only one!! Yes indeed Marika and Sarita’s arguments were a regular occurrence at gatherings like this and naturally these disputes could only be settled by what could be called slut-offs!!

Among the guests eavesdropping and rubbernecking on this ongoing war of words between the nympho squirrels was Verosika Mayday herself, as ever in tow with her entourage of succu-bitches. Reclining like the boss slut she was on a couch with a drink in hand, (nothing liquor loaded of course, she promises, just some Shirley temples and Roy rogers) as she observed with a devious eye. Before turning to sneak a glance at one of the bodyguards she’d hired for extra security currently standing on either side of Tex in the form of Moxxie and Millie (Blitzo was willing to be reasonable for the high price his pop star ex was offering for this gig), the former to be exact who was looking as stylish and adorable as ever. Shooting a little wink and blowing a kiss his way at how shy he seemed at the current environment he was in, no doubt the casual sexual nature of the part and the near to full nude dress code was a it overwatch for him.

Millie of course had been beyond ecstatic and excited when she found out their job was being a security escort for the succubus pop idol at a party hosted by her favourite Smut provider. She was a fan of the works of Mr.Sketch’s body of work so the fact they were at a soirée like this with a chance to even see and meet him in person was a dream come true. Hence how and why Moxxie came along, he couldn’t disappoint his wife and cost her a chance to meet her personal fave writer and director so he was willing to endure being around so many bombshells. He figured the worst they’d have to deal with was a possible cat fight brawl set to breakout between the two squirrel babes, it was looking to be as unpretty as it sounded before Verosika suddenly spoke up, catching everyone’s attention as she tapped a fork against her glass.

Verosika:*Soon as she saw all eyes in her, Sarita and Marika included, she smiled as she spoke up.*”You know, if you really want to have a slut off, I know just the guy for the job…”*The succubus pop star gestured to Moxxie, much to the sweet possum’s equal parts shock and confusion.*”This little stud would be perfect for a game of endurance, first of you two fuzzy tailed hoes to outlast the other and milk him dry is the winner, and the boss man can decide the prize…” *Moxxie could only drop is jaw and not be able to muster a word at the fact Verosika was setting him up like this, feeling like he on a platform for a hangman’s noose when the two squirrel hotties turned their eyes on him. No doubt they were thinking of calling bullshit on him but nope, it was clear they were at their point of their argument where they’d take any kinky idea on board.*

Before he knew it, Marika and Sarita bother grabbed him by his cute little bow tie, Millie cheering her man on while Verosika shot him a wink and a smile as the party goers hooted and hollered knowing they’d be in for a show if they managed to find a monitor to view. Mr.Sketch had private rooms set up with hidden cameras for the voyeurs among his guests, after all you can’t host a party with porn stars and those of the sexually liberated persuasion and not expect a free show to happen. Moxxie soon finding himself in one such room as the squirrel hotties threw him onto the bed as Marika and Sarita battled to be the first to get him naked, starting with his pants. Not able to much but pray for his survival if these two’s combined libido would kill him.

Marika:*Face to face with Sarita as they were stripping The imp, throwing his coat, bow tie and shirt aside. Their efforts for his pants being offset by one another’s hands smacking and slapping each other away.*Back off bitch!! I get first dibs on this shrimp!! He’s gonna know heaven from me over a shorty like you!!”*The back and forth wasn’t helping Moxxie’s growing fear induced boner as the pair of stunner’s movements was making their big furry fits bounce and jiggle, risking inevitable nip slips from their bikini tops. Not to mention the overwhelming scents of their perfume was as intoxicating as the pheromones Verosika and her girls gave off, which was really wesring down his resistance.*

Sarita:”As if you wanna be!! A runt like this needs a real classy lady like me to get him off!! One round with my hand and tongue and he’ll be-!!”*Whatever Sarita was about to say next and any retort from Marika came to a halt as got Moxxie’s pants off, boxers and all as they beheld his fully nude body. Eyes wide as they felt their pussies gush and soak their things and thighs, looking in with erotic shock and awe at his imp cock in all its erect glory as inches of crimson red, veiny womb hammering pussy pounding fuckmeat pulsed and twitches as If sensing the presence of two very horny ladies. Suddenly it became clear to them why Verosika nominated this little dude as their personal judge for this slut-off as their hands grasped and began to stroke it. Making him groan and and shudder as their bimbo brains flipped switches off into full on horny mode, telling them to get right to having this slab of sexmeat rock their world.*

Which they certainly did as they got right to conducting fellatio upon Moxxie’s cock as they assaulted his length and girth with sloppy licks and kisses. Shifting between battling for control and dominance or just going with the flow and tolerating one another’s presence as they sucked and blew on his cock and balls, drowning them in their saliva. Lipstick marks designating their battle to claim this imp as territory as the imp could only groan against being caught between their competitive onslaught but he coild only handle snd endure so much. He wasn’t some sex toy they were going over using, he was a man damn it!!

Before Marika and Sarita knew it, they found him sitting up and grasping them firmly by the fur or hair in their sweet sexy little heads and proceed to unleash his pent up lusty frustration. Masacara tears flowing down their pretty faces as they found themselves on the receiving end of deep, powerful facefucking. Those heavy crimson balls slapping their chin as inches of his length and girth shoved and jackhammered into their mouths as he forced them to deepthroat it. Choking and gagging on it as flowing hearts began to form in their eyes at such assertion of dominance.

Marika has had her share of big cocks, certainly a fact and not an understatement especially ranging from partners with bodily sizes going big to small. From rhinos and dogs, particularly hellhounds to bulls and stallions and Moxxie was putting the latter two to shame and then some. Sarita much as she was loathed to admit was quite the size queen herself with a taste and presence for well endowed parters that could use her like a fleshlight and split her in half and yet the imp was definitely a whole new level for her. Their juices soaking their thongs and thighs with sticky warmth as their mouths and throats became an oral preview for what awaited their pussies.

But oh to say nothing of the flavour of his pre as it dazzled their tastebuds, making their nerves tingle with erotic delight. More so as their dominant little possum came and blew his load, showing their faces and ties and spraying into their mouths with his jizz. Gasping and moaning as they made out and snowballed, swapping the cream between them with a metal, shared sloppy desire. Gazing in awe at that saliva soaked alpha male imp dick as it twitched and pulsed, still hard and ready to go.

As the squirrel duo cleaned off one another, forgetting their mutual contempt for one another, they proceeded to remove their bikinis and things, exposing their tires and snatches before moxxie in all their furry naked glory. Brains having gone fully into bitch in heat mode as they began making out with the imp, caressing snd groping as they sandwiched his compact red frame between their warm furry figures. All the while hidden cameras within their private little love-nest broadcast and streamed this little threesome to a few select monitors scattered throughout the penthouse. First come first serve for those who wanted the best view of the action.

Marika”Aaahn, damn daddy….I can barely sandwich your whole slab here..You liking these big furry titties daddy? Aaahn You bitch..” *That last remark was directed to Sarita who was eating out her pussy while she gave Moxxie a titfuck. Hands clasped together with his as he thrust his shaft between her furry mounds, making her kiss and lick it whenever it reached her dicksucking lips. Sarita shooting a cheeky wink and a smile her way as she teased Marika for having such a tasty and pretty pussy gushing so much. Mutual as their lust was, they were still rivals.*

Sarita:”Oooh fuuuckfuckfuckfuck!, I’ve never felt this good before don’t stop fuck me me daddy! Fuck me hard, harder!!” *The high class squirrel slut cried out with little to no shame or sense of inhibition as she bounced on Moxxie’s jackhammering dick. Arms and legs draped around the imo as he performed a standing fuck, feet firmly planted on the mattress as his hands squeezed her juicy furry bubble butt. Marika kneeling and hugging their little stud judge from behind as her tits massaged and pressed against his back as she kissed and licked along his neck. Taking delight in seeing Sarits reduced to a total whore state.*

Marika:”Ooooh good dsddy I think I’m seeing heaven!!”*Not that she was any different or better herself of course as she was flat on her back, taking it from Moxxie in a mating press. Her ass feeling the force of those heavy balls smack against them as his cock jackhammered into her greedy snatch. Sarita laying behind them, lounging on her front as she licked and kissed where their loins met and connected. Her tail wagging sensually and seductively as she awaited her next turn while shaving her self some schaudenfraude at Marika’s expense.*

Sarita”aaahn you’ve cum so much and you’re still so hard…wreck me daddy…”*The shortstack squirrel pleaded as she laid on her back, head hanging off the edge of the bed as she found Moxxie shoving that addictive dick of his right into her mouth. Her mascara tear streaked face burning with her lust as her eyes twinkled with lust at those balls smacking her forehead. Her throat swelling from now deep and filling his cock was all the while Marika ate out her pussy as her bimbo arch rival returned the favour from before. An eye for an eye as they say,*

minutes passed into hours as Moxxie fucked the two squirrel sluts either one on one or two on one depending who had the need or not to catch their breath and recover their energy. Seated lotus to sideways spooning, to having one sit on his face as the other rode him cowgirl style to fucking one in missionary or doggy style as she ate the other girl out. Their fur becoming sleek and sticky with his cum, that is when it wasn’t being pumped down their throats, up their booties or filling up with wombs. Millie, Verosika and her crew among those who got a good monitor viewing spot as they enjoyed their man prove himself an absolute sexual unit, and they weren’t the only notable figures watching, for in the private room of the host himself at this moment….

Sketch:”I want a name to go with that face and find out where he lives. A guy like that is too good to pass up, GET!! ME!! THAT IMP!!”*The skullheaded smut magnate declared on his phone and to an assembled crew of employees, non chalant to the fact he was doing so naked in bed while having his succubus personal assistant deepthroat him. Never let it be said that their boss didn’t enjoy the luxury and perks of his work, you didn’t put out the kind of work he did without around the clock hands-on experience. The creative enigma liked what he saw and right now, he knew he wanted Moxxie as his next big star. You didn’t get an imp like thst every century or so!”

[duckwhistle]

Seven Feathers - SquirrelCrow

yes I am indeed one of those people who enjoys changing names lol.

here is Squirrelflight and Crowfeather's children for the Seven Feathers au, in which these guys end up in very, VERY different roles overtime. Crowfeather and Squirrelflight both grew closer on the journey, when they only had eachother to be of comfort when their friend Feathertail died. Her brother Stormtuft closed himself off with the new group they had encountered, Brambleclaw was still quite dismissive of Squirrelpaw, and Rowanbark of Shadowclan would be more interested in hunting to take out his sadness. One thing led to another, and it did not stop even when they settled in the new territory, almost a year later. Squirrelflight, after giving birth alongside her sister, was surprised to find her mate bringing her prey, despite them being away from the territories, and ended up leaving him with one of their kittens, little Juniperkit. When they parted ways, Crowfeather gave him to his friend Nightcloud, who was experiencing a phantom pregnancy, renaming him Breezekit.

Jayshade- named after his superior hunting and fighting skilles, has become the new renowned hunter of Thunderclan despite many cats doubting the path of Warrior suited him.

Hollyblaze- has always believed in the Code's validity and in enforcing it, yet has always struggled to find a place to fit in the Clan. After dropping from the path of Medic, she put herself at work to make up for "time lost" as a Warrior apprentice, and even graduated early.

Breezebristle- a prickly, overly aggressive and rude Windclan Warrior, but now quite skillful in battle thanks to advanced training, and claws that seemingly never get dull or less long even after many battles or long running sessions.

[bestworstcase]

So...

Fell from the sky into a "crazy world"... trying to get home... trying to get to the tree... tree causes ascension/rebirth/renewal... tree could be considered home... "we just want to go home/to the tree"... they literally need to ascend back to Remnant...

And at the risk of sounding very stupid, is this going to be some "you just gotta believe" magic? Is Ruby's Total Breakdown really holding them all back from getting out? I get that's kind of the narrative point here but still... ugh fuck, I'm just losing it right now.

NO BUT ALSO, YES! BUT ALSO, NO. mostly no but a little yes.

if you’ve never read the books (or watched the musical, which has proven to be a significant creative influence because they wrote this volume for !!!me!!!) the single most important thing you gotta know about wonderland in order to follow along with what rwby’s doing with the ever after, is that wonderland is about taking abstract ideas—metaphors, idioms, the null case, etc—literally and taking concrete things and treating them as absurd. the result is a very particular way of looking at the world. everything is sideways and stretched and turned inside out and also the same. the harder you try to understand it the less sense any of it makes, but it also makes perfect sense if you begin with the assumption that of course it makes sense. it’s very much like a dream.

the ever after nails this way of looking. absolutely knocks it out of the park. everything the cat says is true, but only if you know how to think like the cat. otherwise the words make no sense and obfuscate more than they explain.

for example: ruby asks the cat which of their names they prefer to go by, and the cat answers “oh, i don’t go by; that belongs to the days and years! but if you are asking what i am, i am indeed a cat most curious.” if you listen to that with regular ears it just sounds like the cat is talking cryptic nonsense and refusing to give a straight answer. but! in the cat’s perspective they’re not only being quite clear, they’re giving ruby a lot more information than she asked for: the days and the years go by, but the cat does not, because the cat is a cat most curious.

the cat cannot ascend because it is their purpose to know everything. the cat doesn’t, can’t, partake in the endless cycle of life and rebirth. all afterans change when it’s their time to change, but for the cat it never is and never will be. the days and the years pass them by, and they are always so. very. curious.

you see? they mean precisely what they say.

one of the things that makes 9.8 is SO COOL is that the cat code-switches to reveal their ulterior motive—they repeat all the same information conveyed by “oh, i don’t go by!” but this time speaking in ruby’s (& the audience’s) language. and then, while they do slip back into afteran speech a bit when they get irate (“it’s not a place you go, it’s a place you know!”) for the most part once they’ve made this switch they stick with it. and that’s really fun, because it pulls back the curtain to show off the machinery of the wonderland logic the ever after runs on. it’s not gibberish, it’s nonsense. there’s a kind of sense to it, if you feel around for it with your hands.

(a similar thing happens with the paper pleasers in 9.7: note the purple star explains the village’s desire for ascension in very clear, straightforward, unambiguous terms. now think about how jaune perceives ascension, the lengths he goes to to prevent it, and how the purple star says they keep trying to tell him that he’s wrong. they learned to speak his language and he still refused to listen.)

so, anyway, what this means for the tree and the way out is this:

the cat told them how to find the tree.

“you do not go to the tree.” the tree isn’t real. you can’t go to the tree—you can’t move spatially from point a to point b and expect to arrive at the tree, because it’s not something that exists as a spatial point. it’s something else. it’s an idea. it’s a metaphor. you do not go to me, i go to you; what am i? that’s what the tree is. it’s a riddle without an answer, except for all the answers it has.

“the tree goes to you.” it’s something more like the days or years, which go by; the tree goes to. it doesn’t matter where you are, where you’ve been, or where you’re going. the tree will be wherever you are when you’re there, because the tree isn’t tethered to any one point in space. the tree is everywhere and might be anywhere and certainly it’s always somewhere. (“it’s a place you know.” if you know where the tree is, you’re already there. if you don’t, you’re not. it’s very simple.)

“unless, of course, you’re me. you see?” this is two separate statements intertwined as one. just as the days and the years go by for the cat, the tree never goes to them—they can’t ascend. that’s the first thread. the second thread is a hint. how do you get the tree to be where you are? you need to be “me.” you need to be yourself, you need to know yourself, and you need to want to become yourself. the riddle is “what are you?” and the answer is “myself.”

(<- the you you wanted to be when you were still you.)

and this is exactly what happens when the tree goes to ruby. the first time, when the herbalist asks the question, she comes face-to-face with her younger self and has the shattering realization that she no longer knows who she is. the second time, the tree reaches out to her with the broken pieces that shattering shook loose, and ruby’s answer is “i’m fine. i can handle it.”—not quite an identity, but a belief about herself. and the third time, ruby says “i don’t want to be me anymore,” but then she realizes that isn’t quite true. she resists the cat, as much as she can, and the cat cannot become her. there is—waves hands—something in ruby rose that only ruby rose can be, and with everything else eroded away that something is what the tree goes to when ruby calls out to it by drinking the tea. there’s some narrative exploration happening here of what “myself” can mean, the different angles and layers of identity: the way ruby once saw herself, the stories she tells herself about herself, the essence of who she is deep down inside her heart. and ascension, of course, is about assembling all of these disparate pieces into a completed whole. you break, you rebuild.

BUT.

& this is the important part!

the tree isn’t the way home, it IS home. it is, specifically, the home of the ever after. afterans conceive of ascension as a return home to shed their burdens like an old coat, to rest, to heal, perhaps to dream for a while of what they would like to be next, in order to ready themselves for their return to the waking world. just as you can spend the night in a friend’s home, a non-afteran can rest for a while in the tree and perhaps be revitalized, but the tree isn’t their home. they’re houseguests.

could the tree get them home? open a door? help them find their way? maybe. if they look at it from the right angle, because all of these things can be metaphors for the healing and renewal the tree provides. but maybe not, because their perspective right now is all wrong. they still don’t GET IT. if they want the tree to get them home the first thing they need to know is that the tree can’t get them home: you don’t go home, home goes to you.

(home is where the heart is; it follows that if you find your heart, you’ve found your home���and found you’re home, too. if their path home runs through the tree, it’s a path made of metaphor and verbal sleight of hand. you see? it’s very simple once you get the hang of it.)

(this also, as a sidebar, elucidates why the cat cannot ascend; the tree is not their home anymore than it is rwbyjn’s. the cat is the heart of the ever after—they are the part that knows, the part that very rarely forgets, when they fill broken hearts with pieces of their own what they’re really doing is saying i remember, i remember who you were and are and will be, i remember the pieces you forgot, let me remind you of them now—but the cat’s heart is with their maker. they can’t ascend because they can’t go home and they can’t go home because their home is on remnant and their heart and their home will always be on remnant until they know why she left them here.)

(<- the cat thinks their maker left them to make humans. they don’t know, but the bubbling resentment behind their uncertainty suggests that the cat believes that she left them behind because she liked humans better. they are, accordingly, desperate to become human. finding their way to remnant as a cat wouldn’t do them any good if their maker isn’t interested in them that way anymore; it’s not enough to just find her, they need her to ANSWER THEM.)

…um.

so, the way to get home is to solve all the riddles—what are you looking for? where can you find it? what will you do? what will you be? what are you?—in, i would guess, roughly that order. the act of answering itself is what gets them home, because in the course of answering they will find what they’re looking for as a matter of course, because what they’re looking for really is where their hearts are.

(obligatory musical note: “home is where you keep your hopes and your memories/it’s more than where you sleep, it’s the place where you dream”—the essential mechanism outlined here, of finding your way home by finding where your heart is because wonderland is not about going home, is the central conceit of the musical; and i really cannot stress enough how much 9.8 set up for the next to episodes to resolve by following the same narrative beats. the characters are split up the same way with each group facing the same fundamental challenges in the same general circumstances, and the only piece not yet on the board is the mother-figure who arrives at the penultimate moment to protect alice from the defeated hatter’s wrath. which, um. UM! so, i think it’s a pretty safe bet that the thematic resolution of this volume will resemble that of the musical pretty closely, and the narrative workhorse for that theme is the getting home mechanism.)

the TL;DR here is, getting home is about—well, knowing. to get yourself home, you need to know three things: 1. what are you? 2. what is home? 3. where do you find it?

and once you know that, it’s easy.

ruby having a breakdown isn’t holding them back. (quite the contrary; ruby’s been the one finding the way home this whole time. she doesn’t know it yet, because she can’t see the whole picture, but she’s been the only one doing what she’s really supposed to do all along—letting the world guide her, turning her gaze inward and trying to see. she isn’t seeing clearly, so she thinks she’s falling behind, but really she’s still leading the way. just, in a much different way than she thought she had to.) nothing is holding them back, per se. they just haven’t learned everything they need to learn, and the things they know, they don’t know how to put together yet. once they know, they’ll already be home.

[bwobgames]

Previous First

Credits scene

It's been multiple months since the mansion incident

The legal case lasted a good while, but no evidence was found against any of the survivors, so they are okay now.

The blood did not leave their clothes. They got new ones.

Oliver Beebo wakes up another day in his apartment. While a lot of his nights have bizarre nightmares, this one was calm.

Even though they are no longer on vacation, Ángel still stayed on Oliver's apartment, but they plan on staying some time in the capital, just to see what it's like.

He uses all types of products he can find to heal his scar. Beebo doesn't mind much. it's part of the job, he says.

They've been living a calm and domestic day to day life, with ups and down.

The downs are, very down indeed

But the ups are more often.

They got matching tattoos of a sunrise, it makes them feel better.

Oliver has started taking cases again, but he's going for simpler ones.

He has told his fellow detectives to keep an eye out for seemingly supernatural cases.

Ángel has declared that he will invite himself to any case that involves a haunted house. Oliver doesn't fight him on it

They both have gained new fears

Ángel gets very anxious when they're separated for too long. He's also terrible at guessing what time it is

Oliver makes a great effort in overcoming his fear of heights. It's a work on progress.

He's also afraid of developing any kind of memory affecting disease. He keeps an incredibly detailed diary

They are getting help. It's slow and nonlinear, but they can always go to a warm home with a cuddly cat and a tight hug.

Vivi invites Oliver for an exclusive 2-player session with Ángel, as a test for his dnd abilities, she says.

While he's not that good at the role playing, he's very good at strategy. He really enjoys lawful characters.

They have fun.

Marigold and Nina were also invited. It made for a very chaotic group.

Ángel wants to start a new game so he can upload it to his newly made youtube channel

He wasn't satisfied with a normal 9 to 5, so he decided for a more creative job.

He's slowly rising, with titles such as "Doing the 100 babies challenge in The sims 4," "RLcraft hardcore for 100 days", "Top 10 facts about Dominion the jewel thief", "Finishing Overcooked with all stars ft. Vivi", and his personal favorite, "Speedrunning Escape rooms with my bf ❤️"

He claims to be Dominion's number one fan and sells plushies of him. Oliver will never admit he bought one.

Apparently, he is considered a cryptid in Ángel's channel, which he appreciates.

The now officially named Iraola family invites them to events quite often, it's very nice to have a friend group

Game nights are... quite extreme

Turns out teenagers can be very competitive and capable

Nadia and Ángel have a scoreboard set up. The winner gets decided at New years.

Oliver has managed to keep his throne as the master of any and all card games, but for how long?

He can't wait for Christmas, he plans on giving Simon a cool anti-eye contact hat.

Even though he's still terrified of the concept of fatherhood, he really enjoys being an uncle.

Speaking of such, Ángel had to meet his parents. It was awkward at first, but he managed to win them over with his knowledge of old cinema and pretty boy charm.

Oliver met the Ronald Mcdonald statue by Ángel's childhood house. He has a picture with it.

Ángel's mother was sweet, hardworking, and strict. She was not afraid of telling her son how he should be a better gentleman towards Oliver. It was... an eventful night. It's a good thing the lady enjoys mystery novels.

They celebrated Nadia's birthday in spring, cordially invited.

Everyone was sure Ángel would give her a gag gift, like a cd to a boy band she doesn't like or an ugly shirt.

He gave her a key code to an expensive editing software.

She was grateful but refused to say so. She plans on retaliating with an equally thoughtful gift.

They are slowly learning to get along, like a pair of cats that need to be separated by a door when they first meet.

In other news, Oliver recently received an autism diagnosis. He was very surprised. Ángel wasn't. He baked him a cake for the occasion.

The biggest event had to be the wedding

On a warm spring day, in the middle of a flower field, Marigold Iraola and Nina Coli got married.

There was some bad press about it, but a certain reporter was very enthusiastic about how beautiful of an union this was, unlike the previous one.

Marigold decided to disband Coli's company, making a new one herself.

It specializes in medical equipment.

They saw the newlyweds say their vows, Oliver couldn't help but yearn for a moment like that.

He and Ángel danced the evening away

Between the multiple friends of the wives waiting for the bouquet toss, there was a determined man in white

And like a cat to a shiny object

He jumped and got it

They decide spring is a great season for a wedding.

They don't decide which spring though

That's for the future to know.

In a non-specific urban city like any other, an office awakes

Oliver Beebo is ready to start another day on his detective business

[frodothefair]

Mr. Nisile and I watching Bridgerton: the season 3, part 2 edition

@konartiste

Episode 5:

Mr. Nisile: Kate looks so much like my former classmate, it's uncanny. Me: Yeah, and Anthony looks like my weird friend from med school. Mr. Nisile: and they both had a propensity to share really awkward things with us. Like, didn't (the weird friend from med school) once text you "just had sex"? Me: I don't know. If he did, I probably repressed that.

Mr. Nisile on Anthony, Benedict and Colin talking: Ok, this whole scene is just collars talking to collars.

Daphne the cat is on Mr. Nisile's knee during the mirror scene: Daphne, we must look away for scenes like this. (And then, Daphne actually does look away :P)

Mr. Nisile: You know, this might have been said before, but Penelope probably actually fit the beauty standards of the time far better than most of the people cast in this show. Me: Yes, indeed. There is fatshaming of Penelope even in the book, but in fact, it's quite anachronistic. It was not until the late 19th century that thinness became chic because... *goes off on a tirade that is far too long to document here*

Mr. Nisile: It would've been funnier if Lord Greer had announced his conditions backwards: if he had led with the 4-5 children and Cressida was like, "ok, ok, this I can do," but then only one ball per month, and Cressida is like "shiiiiiiiit" and then the coup de grace is the grey and brown dresses.

Episode 6:

When John Stirling announces his and Francesca's engagement, a few of the chords in the music that follows sound suspiciously like the Fellowship theme from LOTR. Mr. Nisile upon hearing this: NO, NO, NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! Me: wha, did I just hear what I think I heard?! Mr. Nisile: You can't SHIRE THE TON! YOU CAN'T FELLOWSHIP THE BRIDGERTONS! Me: what are you talking about, that was excellent! Mr. Nisile: THAT JUST RANKLED ME IN THE RELIGION! Me: Ok, that is one for the Mr. Nisile-isms post, once my nails dry. Mr. Nisile: Ok, fine. But I'll be right back. I need to use the bathroom -- when you get rankled in the religion, it tends to loosen up the bladder.

Mr. Nisile on Cressida Cowper's red dress: That dress looks like a red spinnaker. Me: what's a spinnaker? Mr. Nisile: (looks is up and shows me -- it is a type of sail) Oh. Yeah. Ok.

Me when Cressida Cowper shows up at a ball after she reveals herself as Lady Whistledown: And all the while, Ms. Malhotra is in the background going :D, and that is my favorite thing in this episode so far.

Episode 7:

All of the below are from Mr. Nisile:

You know, Cressida needs some better editing. I could write better than her. I could be Lady Whistledown, that could be my new drag name.

The schism of the ton!

Well, at least this Lady Whistledown is better composed than a crummy tweet.

That outfit is like a Rorschach test for flamingoes.

You know, with how autistic-coded Stirling is, I'm glad the Bridgerton brothers didn't try harder to convince him to "declare himself" by throwing rocks at a window. He might have gone and actually done it.

You know, carriage drivers probably have the best gossip. I wonder why no one thought that Lady Whistledown was a carriage driver.

Ok, you want to talk about anachronisms? Colin's black light vest. It looks like it came from a laser tag studio. (This is in response to me having eagle eyes for any part of a period piece drama that is anachronistic).

Episode 8:

Mr. Nisile on Colin's home decor: Those houses have co-lors.

Mr. Nisile on Colin and Eliose talking: I would be more comfortable wearing what she's wearing than what he's wearing. I mean, he's got like two cravats and three collars, and a woolen coat. I would be sweating like a pig in July.

Mr. Nisile on the introduction of Michaela Stirling: wait, are they (Eliose and Francesca) just in awe of her overwhelming femininity or something? Me: (sitting on my hands and aggressively not saying anything because I have read the books and he has not, and I know what the deal is with Michaela Stirling)

Eventually, I did tell him about Michaela Stirling, and then he felt vindicated because he thought he saw an intimate moment between Francesca and Penelope in the first part of the season, and thought they were trying to code Francesca as queer all along.

[occasionally-victor]

artblock hitted me harder than i thought, this (↓) took me nearly 3 months to do lmao anyways

idk wanted to visualise some hc's i have for some qsmp characters i guess (this is definitely not all i have in brain tho) (also, random code monster in a corner because i didn't have enough place for what i wanted and just decided to draw it separately later)

MORE DETAILED NOTES UNDER THE CUT:

Q!Cellbit:

• I really wanted to keep him as human at first, but well, i love giving non-human traits to my faves and cat really fits him guys I'm sorry my first thought about him when i started watching him is that qCell is a pathetic wet cat it was predestined really. Anyways, i noticed not many artists (the ones who catboy-ifying him. maybe its just a me problem tho) give him whiskers, so i gave him whiskers👍

• Gray hairs were a random detail i decided to add, but then i gave it some thought and honestly, his life was (still tbh) stressful - so i guess it works👍

• Made half of his hair (not even stopping at just head hair) white just because im extra sometimes. Like, i could stop at just one streak, but why would i do that?

• Got some of his shit together after being taken away by Feds and stopped looking like he is about to pass out from everything really. God bles love truly changes people👍 It doesn't change the horrific eye bags tho, they are never going away, saying as a person with eyes bags, those bad boys are the part of me at this point, so are they for him

• Burn marks are mostly on body, they haven't touched face all that much.

Q!Baghera:

• Okay, like i said, she's human-duckling shapeshifter - what that means, is that she can basically take any form ranging from just a normal human to just a normal duckling. Will point out - not a duck. Duckling.

• q!Baghs usually takes the form that is closer to human, but still has some duckling traits - because they are kinda looking cool and also like that water doesn't bother her nearly as much ig. 70% of her body is actually covered with down feathers - fluffye👍

• Now that i think, wouldn't she kinda easily float in the water? At least a bit? Because of all duckling feathers? Sick.

Q!Etoiles:

• Cucumber👍 Quite literally tho, he doesn't even have blood. Literally edible. Can regrow cut off limbs by sitting in a water for a bit. All that stuff.

• Idk who first thought of kintsugi scars for him, but this person is a genius.

• LEAFY HAIR! The flowers and tendrils are also parts of a hair and they glow! I love when glow!

• Idk, i love the idea of scarf going woosh, so i gave q!Et it👍 The yellow parts if it also glow.

• Star-freckles! Because why won't a cucumber man have star-freckles! Their glow mostly seen in the dark and they also blink.

Q!Tazercraft:

• q!Mike is a creeper hybrid with like 45% of creeper in him. The green parts are really patchy all over the body, and also fluffy. He doesn't explode often (nearly never, not enough creeper in him ig).

• q!Pac is a creature indeed👍 He is something alien-esque - fishlike, that's kinda all i can say. More importantly, he glows and can regulate that glow.

• They weren't always like that tho. They were humans for the most of their life, but something happened (I haven't thought of something yet) and now they are like that👍

• Deffo soulmates in a "they are literally bonded by an actual soul" way.

Q!Fit: (i dont have much for him and i watch him a lot lmao. I think with him i just follow canon ahah)

• One of the very few of actual just humans on the server

[simply-windy]

Lore tidbits (its super long..)

Lore will be super angsty Hacksaw + Guest have a super complicated relationship; Guest would be the most knowledgeable about the characters because of their relations with Guest666 and Hacksaw We will get c00lk1dd angst. He would also use brainrot Builderman likes cats Hacksaw's considered the most hated Quad 1x4 can breakdance, he's a rotting corpse and the Xploit is reanimating his corpse + Shed sees 1x1x1x1 as a cold blooded killer Jane still hopes there's some part of John that can be saved and hates what her brother's become Everyone is spawned into the world, Guest knew all languages because of the coding (everyone knows what to learn due to their coding, etc...) Bloxxer cannot kill Hacksaw Drakobloxxer has a specific genre of music that calms them down In terms of alcohol tolerance Guest666 can chug down ANYTHING, for the survivors Brickbattler has the best alcohol tolerance If one of the survivors wanted to become a killer they have to be important & have a good reason to Jane Doe would listen to Mitski (more specificlaly the song Remmeber my name) The admins died first, then roblox did (regarding the fall of robloxia) Builderman has hit a killer so hard before they flew into a wall Guest666 can cook but gets someone else to cook for her cause she cant be bothered Drakobloxxer is an escaped experiment (apparently so) The 'main villian' depends on the survivor's POV John Doe is sooorta the reason why everything happened Triple 6's the only reason Hacksaw's still around (manipulating him, etc). Triple 6 is a "badass type of sassy butch woman" and canonically a "big strong butch lady" Guest and Jane are smoochable, Guest is the type of person to wear high heels The game is set in an apocalyptic world-ish If someone put Drako in clothes he would lose the ability to walk and fall over I can indeed smooch Jane Doe (we can smooch everyone except drako). Jane Doe would like flowers Guest has spray painted a survivor in the face before thinking they were a killer. Guest would only spray killers in the face and then run off

Im typing this straight form the q&a stream so sorry if its quite messy

"Guest has spray painted a survivor in the face before thinking they were a killer." My brain LOVES the idea that someone accidentally snuck up on Guest from behind and his panic response was "SPRAY THAT BITCH"

[saintsenara]

inhuman resources dolores umbridge general | 4.2k words

dolores dressed in brand new robes and arranged a mother-of-pearl cat-shaped hair slide in her curls. the effect was rather good, she thought, admiring herself in the mirror once she'd applied her make-up. all that was needed was a splash of chanel no. 5, an unfortunate muggle habit she just couldn't quit. she’d tell the dark lord that it was a specialist blend she had an apothecary put together especially for her, should he ever ask. or maybe he would share her sympathy for coco chanel's entirely sensible views...

speaking from the fire in the gryffindor common room, sirius black will assure his godson that dolores umbridge is definitely not a death eater. how does he know? well, he's seen the paper trail...

this piece was written for week eleven of @ladiesofhpfest, on the theme of ministry misses [you can find the masterlist for this week's fics here].

author's notes under the cut

as the summary says, i’m always really struck in order of the phoenix by sirius’ absolute conviction that dolores umbridge couldn’t be a death eater - and, indeed, that she’s the catalyst for his iconic "the world isn’t split into good people and death eaters" line. he’s right, of course [umbridge’s role as a character in the series is to show harry that the rot in wizarding society goes far beyond voldemort], but it seems so strange to me that he would be so emphatic when we know that the order is worried about the death eaters recruiting in the ministry - and who has access to fudge - and yet a woman who is canonically extremely close to the minister [and whose emphatic denial of voldemort’s return delights the dark lord] is never suspected.

but, sirius’ thinking does make sense… after all, lord voldemort is many things, but he isn’t ordinary. umbridge, on the other hand, is a creature of absolute [and evil] banality. she is not a fanatic, but someone who is completely mundane, who ends up perpetuating horror in the name of "professionalism" and "doing things by the book". she spends the entirety of this piece unwilling to confront the fact that the death eaters are not interested in giving her a nice authoritarian desk job, of the kind she’ll get in deathly hallows. this voldemort would prefer to destroy the social structures of the wizarding world completely.

in canon, it’s also fair to note that umbridge’s banality could reasonably be described as twee. this is absolutely because jkr generally dislikes hyper-femininity - and so umbridge’s fondness for pink and kittens indicates that she is in some way sinister, in the same way that rita skeeter’s fake nails indicate that she’s morally inauthentic, lavender’s giggles indicate that she’s vapid, and pansy parkinson’s ugliness indicates that she’s a bitch long before she opens her mouth. [even though, as @whinlatter points out, umbridge’s gender performance is really not what we’d expect from a female politician of her era, who tended to make themselves seem less feminine, in order to compete in a male-dominated world.]

but, on the other hand, it is also true that a fondness for twee makes a great villain. the line about umbridge’s house being in keeping with the rustic aesthetic of the village in which she lives is lifted directly from hot fuzz - a god tier film about the evil lurking underneath picture-postcard bucolic splendour. her interest in inhuman resources in dress codes and nuclear families and coco chanel is connected to this - a love of the proper and nice and elegant which ends up being outrageously cruel.

it also ties to something which always stands out to me about the umbridge of canon: that she truly hates magic. indeed, her aesthetic seems to be a deliberate comment on this - jkr has a tendency to make the non-magical pastel-coloured and distinctly lacking in the sort of whimsical medievalism of the wizarding world [see, for example, how petunia dursley’s clothing is described] - and i think it’s worth examining how umbridge’s rigidity is quite strikingly at odds with how we see magic being used by the rest of the villains in the series. lord voldemort, after all, believes that there should be no limits on magic whatsoever, and none of his cronies seem inclined to disagree. it is this, alongside her profound dislike of the dark lord’s beloved hogwarts, which augustus rookwood uses to put the final nail into umbridge’s application.

[rookwood is being extremely nice in doing this, given what lord voldemort did to his leg…]

what voldemort intends to do with the ministry should he win the first war is unclear in canon. he evidently expends a huge amount of time and resources on infiltrating it, and the majority of his terrorist activity in the 1970s seems to be targeting high-profile political figures, but he also seems to have no respect for career civil servants and no inclination to preserve the vast bureaucratic machine which enables them. i am sure that umbridge’s conviction that voldemort would like barty crouch sr. - who is set up in goblet of fire as being, in his obsessive proceduralism, almost as cruel as the death eaters - is completely wrong. the dark lord is clocking the precisely-trimmed moustache and getting the ick.

voldemort also seems to have little respect [even if he acknowledges that it is personally useful] for the corruption in the ministry of magic which this proceduralism enables. he’s shown in canon to be someone who dislikes the social structures of the wizarding world - above all the patron-client relationships purebloods expect to have with those who are not - and i can’t imagine that umbridge’s desire to give the state further control over people’s lives endears her to him either. after all, telling his followers who to marry or befriend is his job.

the ministry is, though, also just a mire of incompetence, which is a further reason why voldemort [who, in canon, is incredibly efficient, even if his film version is a moron] would loathe it. this is an institution which is using owls indoors until the 1970s [and i strongly advise you to google why a black and a tan owl taking a shit on the irish minister’s head would cause a diplomatic incident…], and which is apparently incapable of noticing that its staff is using the internal memo system to recruit for a terror cell using pretty easily deciphered code. but maybe they can be forgiven - the death eaters are hardly working to lord voldemort’s exacting administrative standards either. [a running joke, which also appears in another piece i've done for this fest, death (eaters) in paradise]

maybe hogwarts could do with a bit of government oversight…

three final points: on the epistolary, let me give a shoutout to a brilliant fic, case number not found by doshu, which definitely inspired this.

on the incidental characters, let me give a shoutout to both aurelianus "catsmeat" williams [who fans of one year in every ten - and, of course, fans of jeeves and wooster - have already met], frank jemble [who is indeed just as much of a dick as his name implies], and gaius and bohemond kneebone [also in one year in every ten], whose surname i found on a list of middle english family names a decade ago and have been obsessed with ever since.

and on poor old rodolphus lestrange, let me issue an apology to @sofoulandfairaday, whose boy is being constantly made to look like a fool at my hands. in lord voldemort’s defence, the inferius which bit him genuinely did get loose by accident.

and anyway, cornelius fudge is having a much worse time.

[asimplesweettart]

Oh, moon, round of manchego

For the @thehauntedair sweaterverse event!

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It was a lovely late October day in the Hudson River Valley. The air was crisp and salted with the scent of burning firewood. The afternoon had drawn the shadow of the treeline over Madam Love Rawlins’ garden, leaving the fortune teller and her two sons in a chilly shade, made comfortable by sensible outerwear:

Madam Love, in her fringed black shawl, gold and silver sequined with figures of cats. Dorian, in a black turtleneck and brown ribbed cardigan. And Zachary, in a harbor-provided pullover sweater.

“Zachary,” said Dorian, eyes seeming at once far away, and very focused on his husband’s torso. “There is something I must tell you.”

Zachary placed his mug down, anticipating Dorian’s trajectory. Of course, the story had already begun to sprout seeds on sight of Zachary sliding his arms into the sleeves only a few hours ago.

It was predominantly blue knit, a dusky shade that implied the upper layers of the earth’s atmosphere. Printed along his midsection and lower portion of his sleeves were smiling white creatures wearing space suits and each holding round-- somethings. Zachary wasn’t exactly concerned with what they held, or even what the cheery-looking creatures were (Dogs? Bunnies? Bears?) as he had only been looking for a sweater to keep off the upstate chill.

However, he could feel the vibration of Dorian’s mind working out not only what these creatures were, but their occupations, moral inclinations, and destinies.

He respected Zachary’s desire to be timely for his visit to his mother, and so held onto the story that was simmering. But now they were in Madam Love’s backyard, teabags sat cooling in saucers, and initial catching up conversation put to rest. The time had come.

Zachary suppressed a delighted smile and said very seriously, “Oh, tell me, my love.” 

Madam Love had hosted enough dinners and seasonally themed parties to recognize the tilt that Dorian’s voice took when there was a story inbound. Her many-ringed fingers cupped her mug as she settled into a cushioned yard chair, closing her eyes. 

  Dorian held one of his husband’s arms, where one smiling creature cradled its cratered orb. “There exists a squadron of bunnies in space…”

“Ah, so they’re bunnies,” Zachary noted.

“Indeed. There are many, many bunnies in this squadron, born without purpose; the void in her cruel wisdom gave birth to them wearing their space suits, and set them upon the infinite galaxies without a creed or code to their names. They pick up speed as they plummet aimlessly through the freezing vacuum.”

Zachary scooted closer to Dorian on the garden loveseat, suddenly craving more warmth. He leaned his cheek into Dorian’s neck to feel the thrum of a story unspooling. 

“They go so far, so rapidly, that they exit and enter galaxies by the blinks of their eyes. They travel distances beyond what the human mind is capable of comprehending.”

“Beyond bunny-mind comprehension, too?” asked Zacahry, speech slightly squished due to his cheek’s position.

Dorian chuckled, “I suppose, yes, outside of their comprehension, too.”

Dorian’s hand moves to Zachary’s chest, in the empty space where the knit is only blue. “Eventually, they reach an eternity of starlessness. A depth of dark so profound that movement, space, and feeling lost their weight on their souls, and they became unmoored from the sensation of life itself.”

Zachary twined his hands into Dorian’s.

“On the far end of an indiscernible amount of time, the bunny squadron comes across a light. It is a soft yellow glow, like an effulgent ball of yellow cheese. It is something like a moon, but its light is all its own magnificence, with no sun in sight.

The bunnies land on the splendorous object without as much as a peep to coordinate their intent; the need for something is immediately understood by the collective. They stand on it, explore, feeling its texture, its size, its somethingness. It is indeed quite a radiant sphere of manchego cheese.”

Zachary hummed in agreement. Yes, cheese moon, absolutely. 

“The bunnies began to chatter. There hadn’t been much to discuss in the deep starless space, so each squeaky, disused voice to chime in caused a collective startle. They clammer and cry about their new thing.

That is round.

That is wondrous.

That is something.

One bunny asserts that this thing is their purpose. They must have been born to become destroyers, and destroy this moon to continue the completeness of the void’s dark. He produces a sparkling fuse to attach to the moon, to detonate it.” Dorian tapped a finger in the area of Zachary’s sternum, where one sweater bunny held its sphere, which also had a fuse popped into it.

“However, another bunny cuts across his squadmate to insist that they are all starving, and should eat the moon and not destroy it. And eating is not necessarily destroying. So they disagree.

They come to a decision that they will split the moon in half. One half for the bunnies hungry for destruction, another for the simply hungry.

The squadron set to work sawing the big cheese in half. They garrote her, using a long thread, until she is sliced in two equal hemispheres.

But upon seeing the two halves that they had created, the bunnies feel a great sense of diminishing. Not of light, which still shines all about the two halves, and seems to shine more so now with the heart of the moon borne nakedly to the darkness of space. But it was her roundness that was her essence, which they had destroyed. 

With the same thread used for the lunacide, still gunky with gluey cheese smush and guts, they try to tie her back together. But it is no use. She slips and slides apart, creating uneven ridges and bleeding fondue. She is dead.

They wail, and mourn her, and curse their own folly and indecision that had ruined their first beautiful thing. One bunny, in his grief, pushes his face into the flesh of the dead moon. He cradles the goo, and his squeezing arms eventually form it into a sphere. The other bunnies follow suit, craving the roundness, the perfection, the uncompromised trinity of circumference, radius, and center. This method of mourning produces many complete smaller moons. The bunnies fall in love with the moonlets, and name them after gods.

The new gods spawn their own systems, ever expanding galaxies full of starlight. Within this starlight, the bunnies at last find their homes. They live long, ebullient lives eating the cheese of these galaxies, but only in moderation.”

“Will the cheese ever run out?” Zachary asked, having caught the tone of denouement in Dorian’s voice, and uncurling himself from his side to stretch. 

“No, the expansion of the universe creates infinite cheese,” explained Dorian.

“Then why ever would they moderate their intake?” He cupped his husband’s face to kiss it. “Now I really want cheese.”

Just then, Madam Love appeared back to the garden table with a small bowl of babybels still in their red plastic and wax. Zachary grinned at his mother as he gratefully took a piece.

His mother raised two cautionary eyebrows. “Constipation, honeychild.”

[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 38

Chapter 37 || Index || Chapter 39

"Brokenstar denied everything, of course, so now we're officially at war." 

Firepaw watched the elders grumble and sigh at his words. In the morning after the Gathering, he had volunteered to help Dewpaw and Yellowfang take herbs to Tallpines for the Shadowclanners, as well as change their bedding and catch them breakfast. He didn't mind the chance to gossip, either, even if his audience wasn't always receptive.

"He's always been stubborn." Crowtalon grumbled to her mate beside her. "More stubborn than you, even."

Archtail spat crossly back at her. "At least I'm always right!" He hissed, mumbling something under his breath that the apprentice didn't quite catch. Crowtalon only responded with a roll of her eyes.

"Now remember, the less you move that leg, the faster it'll heal." He turned to see Yellowfang lecturing Volepaw in her usual gruff manner. "Don't go chasing Mosspaw around if you know what's good for you!"

"Where is Mosspaw, anyhow?" Firepaw asked, glancing around for the little spotted apprentice. The scent of the Shadowclanner lingered, but they didn't seem to be around.

"Nightpelt took them out to practice hunting." Featherstorm, the kits' mother, spoke up now. "Apparently Spiderfoot hasn't done a single hunting session with them during their apprenticeship!"

There were murmurs of discontent around the room at her statement. "Shadowclan's fallen to pieces." Crowtalon grumbled. "This would never have happened in Raggedstar's time."

He noticed Yellowfang flinch at the leader's name, but he didn't get the chance to ask why. "Raggedstar was a fool to let Brokenstar become leader." Cinderscar, another elder, growled. "He should have chosen Blizzardwing instead. At least Blizzardwing would have followed the code!"

"Blizzardwing would have keeled over by his fifth life." Crowtalon croaked in response. "He's almost as old as us. Now, if he picked Wolfstep…"

The two elders bickered among themselves, but Firepaw was distracted by Nightpelt and Mosspaw returning. Mosspaw was proudly carrying a small vole, while Nightpelt was carrying a significantly larger squirrel. The smaller of the two trotted up to their mother, dropping the vole at her feet. "I caught my first prey!" They told her proudly.

"On your first hunt!" Featherstorm purred proudly, licking the apprentice's forehead gently. "No apprentice could have done better. Not even Raggedstar." Emotion flashed through her eyes as she spoke, scooping the kitten closer to her.

"Mom!" They complained, and Firepaw couldn't help but smile. He missed those days with his own mother. He thought briefly of Princess, not far away from here. It had been two moons since he had visited her. Maybe he could slip away for a little bit now… 

"Firepaw!" He blinked as Yellowfang called his name. "Quit dawdling and get that bedding out of here. Dewpaw can't be far with the fresh moss. And while you're out there, see if you can't catch something for my parents."

He blinked in confusion. "Your…?"

The old molly snorted in disbelief. "Archtail and Crowtalon. Surely you can see the family resemblance?" Indeed, he noticed now that Archtail had a similar thick coat as the Shadowclan healer, and Crowtalon the same broad, flat face. "Almost every cat in here is my family in some way. Like Nightpelt and Cinderscar, my littermates. Of course, I'm much prettier than my brothers." She fluffed her fur seductively as she spoke, and Firepaw turned away to keep her from noticing him stifling his laughter.

Nightpelt rolled his eyes at the molly while Cinderscar swatted at one of her torn ears. "Careful now, you can't afford to lose much more of those ears." The gray tom growled, his voice rough and gravelly.

"I guess I just didn't think about it." Firepaw admitted. Graypaw had explained most of the family relations in Thunderclan on his first day, and he had figured some out with how cats interacted around camp. But, aside from Crowtalon and Archtail being mates, he hadn't stopped to consider how some of the elders in here might be related.

"Yes, well, I suppose that's to be expected. You hardly think about most things." She waved him off with a paw. "Now hurry up already!"

He quickly bundled up the dirty moss and made his way outside, towards the edge of Tallpines. As he raked it open and scattered it, he glanced over to the Twolegplace. Most of the Twolegs and kittypets were carrying out their morning routines right now. No one would notice if he went missing for a little bit, and if they did, he was just hunting a little farther out in the forest than usual.

His mind made up, he ducked through a hole in the Tallpines fence and trotted down the fence of the Twolegplace. No cat saw him, or if they did, they didn't disturb him. It wasn't long until he was at Princess's fence once more.

"Princess? Are you there?" Firepaw called out, his orange tail swishing languidly. Given it was morning, it was possible she was eating her breakfast and wouldn't be able to come out. Still, he didn't mind in that case; he would just return to his duties as usual.

To his surprise, the light brown tabby was up on the fence in mere heartbeats. "Firepaw! I thought that was you!" She purred happily, jumping down to greet him warmly. "I've been so worried! It's been moons since I last saw you."

"I know, I'm sorry. With the war, Bluestar made a rule that we couldn't be out on our own for very long, and…" He hesitated, not sure how she would take him hiding her from the Clan. "Well, I'm not supposed to be talking to kittypets. Not even if they're my sister."

Instead of balking at his words, she nodded and smiled at him. "I figured as much. You don't see any other wild cats talking to kittypets, do you?"

He considered Tinyfrost for a moment. Did his mentor ever visit his old home? He'd made it sound like it wasn't pleasant, though. "I'd be surprised if they did." He admitted to her. "They've accepted me, but most warriors don't look on kittypets too kindly."

"You've mentioned that." She sat back and looked him over. "You look well. I take it that those Shadowcat warriors were no match for my brother?" She gave him a cheeky grin and gently patted his face with one prim white paw.

He chuckled at that and looked away. "Well, sort of. We haven't fought them much yet, to tell the truth." He didn't bother to correct her, given it didn't really matter anyways. "Bluestar wants to go on the offense now, though. We recently found out that they've been doing… doing a lot of bad things. Thunderclan - my Clan - has to stop them."

The young molly studied him carefully. "I'll take your word for it." She finally mewed softly. "Come back safely, won't you? I can't stand waiting another season for you."

Firepaw nodded. "I promise. I'll come see you by the next full moon, so don't worry." He paused to consider that for a moment, before  giving her a small grin. "Actually, next time you see me, I might even have a new name!" 

The dark tawny kittypet blinked at him in confusion. "A new name?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yea! In the Clans, as a cat grows up, they get new names for each stage of their life. The paw in my name means I'm an apprentice, learning how to be a warrior. When we become a full warrior, the leader gives us a new name that reflects us somehow." He could see her nodding, though he could tell she didn't quite understand what he was on about. "Recently my friend Pepperpaw received her warrior name, so now she's known as Peppermask." 

She furrowed her brows a bit. "So next time we meet, I should call you Firemask?" Princess asked, her green eyes meeting his.

"Maybe not Firemask. I don't know what my name will be yet. It could be something like Fireflash, or Firefang… Firefrost, after my mentor…" He wondered what Bluestar would choose for him. Did she decide on the spot, or did she have a name in mind for every apprentice? He wished he could ask her, but he doubted she would respond kindly to such nosy questions.

"How about I call you Fire until then?" His sister's broke into his reverie, shaking him out of his thoughts. "And you can let me know next time, when you come back a big brave warrior." Her voice was teasing, but he still couldn't help but grin back at her.

"I will." He promised once more, before standing up and stretching out. The sunlight felt good on his back in the early morning frost. "I should get going, though. The Clan will start to miss me if I'm gone too long."

The tabby molly shook her long, fluffy coat out and stood up as well. "I should return to my housefolk anyhow. She'll get worried if I'm not there for morning kibble." With a precise leap, she scaled the fence separating her garden from the forest. "See you next time, Fire."

"Until next time." He watched her disappear into her garden before turning and stalking into the forest. He still had to bring back prey for the elders - Yellowfang's parents, he reminded himself - if he wanted to keep up illusions with the Clan.

Thankfully, he didn't have to go far to find a small flock of clueless pigeons. Though he was only able to catch one of them, the bird was juicy, well fed on the bounty of the forest; hopefully it would be enough of an apology for being late with the elders' freshkill.

When he arrived back at the temporary Shadowclan den, the elders were still impatiently bickering. "There you are! Where have you been, chasing snails?" Crowtalon growled as he presented the still-warm pigeon to her.

"I'm sorry. The prey was faster than me this morning." He glanced around to notice both the healers were missing. "Where did Dewpaw and Yellowfang go?" He asked the Shadowclanners curiously.

"They got tired of waiting for you." Archtail grumbled through his bite of bird. "Yellowfang said she was gonna send Tinyfrost back for you if you didn't hurry up." 

His fur bristled at the thought of his mentor angrily chasing him down. If Tinyfrost found him talking to his sister… "I better get going, then."

"Yes, you should." Cinderscar growled from his nest. "We don't need more apprentices around here to interrupt our naps."

"You watch your tongue." He heard Featherstorm hiss as he darted out of the Twoleg den. He wasn't about to stay around for that argument, knowing how feisty a mother could get - and how moody the Shadowclan elders were in general.

He hurried back through the forest, keeping his ears alert for Tinyfrost's presence. Only birdsong rang through the trees as he jumped over giant tree roots or ducked under bramble growths. 

But as he neared the Thunderclan camp, he heard something else. There was a voice, low and soft, that traveled through the trees towards him. Was it Tinyfrost coming to find him? He grinned to himself and dropped into a crouch. They'd been practicing stealth techniques recently, mostly due to the night sessions caused by the greenleaf heat. Now was a perfect time to show off what he had learned.

Creeping forward, he was surprised to hear that it sounded like his mentor was arguing with someone. He hesitated, unsure if he should be interrupting a heated conversation, but then curiosity got the better of him and compelled him forward. It wasn't until he got very close that he was able to place the voice; it wasn't Tinyfrost speaking, but Tigerclaw.

He froze in place as the giant warrior spoke only a few tail-lengths ahead. "To think I ever loved him as a son." The ginger tom could see him now, hidden in the shadow of a giant fern bush. "But now he's too far gone. Revealing our camp to Shadowclan spies, trying to break into the nursery to steal kits, nearly poisoning our deputy…"

"The Clan would be better off without a traitor like Ravenpaw." This voice was eager, almost like an apprentice answering a mentor, but the thought made Firepaw's heart lurch with horror. Though he hadn't heard him speak much, he could only guess that this was Darkstripe talking.

"I wish I could disagree." Tigerclaw's voice was despondent, but the apprentice knew all too well that he was faking it. "We can't risk him giving intel to Shadowclan about our plans. We must act quickly."

"But how?" A third voice - Longtail's? Dustleap's? He couldn't tell from here. "Quickflash refuses to see reason, and Bluestar is no better."

"We must see." Tigerclaw's voice floated back to him. "Perhaps we can get assigned to a patrol along the Shadowclan border…" His voice was fading out now, and he could see the giant tom moving away. "... Get him to show his true intentions…" Firepaw had heard enough. Turning back to camp, he forced himself to keep his paw steps quiet until he was on the edge of the ravine. He had to tell someone. Ravenpaw's life was in mortal danger, and he had to do something to stop it.

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue - Ch. 1 "Breathe"

Chapter Summary: An introduction to the character of Dr. Lee Pace and his struggles as a physician in which he's thrown into the path of an oncoming love that he was not looking for.

Notes- This is my new fanfic of Lee Pace himself that I have created consisting of different aspects from his real life and from the multitude of movies he is in. Also, I use a mixture of first, second and third person narratives to fit with the scenes. Enjoy!

Warnings-*Angst, death, language, grief, loss* Not for readers under 18.

Disclosure- All medical information in this chapter is purely of google research only and from personal experiences and some may be incorrect. I am NOT a physician. It is NOT meant to aid any readers with medical decisions or treatments. Please remember...it's fiction! lol. Thank you. Enjoy!

Stories Masterlist

Salem General Hospital, Massachusetts

February 1, 2023

"Dr. Pace, the patient in 102 is requesting your presence....again. I believe this is the 5th time now she has pushed the call button in the last hour. She swears that only you can heal her and refuses to let any of us tend to her. How are we supposed to do our jobs?"

It was quite apparent that blonde and beautiful nurse Amy was frustrated with her many attempts to accommodate the 18 year old recovering from brain surgery. The girl had been a resident of Salem General Hospital for only a week and had developed quite the apparent crush on the 6'5 long dark haired neurosurgeon.

"Thank you Amy. I understand your concerns. I will check on her shortly after I finish the last of my rounds for the day and speak to her about the situation."

It was no surprise to any of the staff though as this was a common situation when it came to this particular provider...and they all could see why.

Dr. Lee Grinner Pace was quite the looker. Tall, extremely fit and ridiculously good looking with blueberry eyes and dark caterpillar eyebrows, topped off with a heart melting pearly white smile. Dr. Perfect was a secret nickname among the female staff, and even some of the males, stemming from either a crush or just plain jealousy.

Sometimes he had the perfect five o'clock shadow, some days a full strategically groomed beard and stash, then somedays he was completely baby faced. His shoulder length strands consisted of brown waves laced with hints of grey and two perfect coils, one that hung on each side of his elongated neck just behind his ears. Then a time would come where he'd chop it off and start all over again.

From the left lobe of those ears hung a tiny earring hoop, a Saint Christopher metal hung from a chain draped around his neck and rested over his heart and a thin shimmering bracelet circled his left wrist, all three made of gold that corresponded with the beating organ in his chest.

The aroma of his Drakkar cologne was always prominent in the hospital halls whenever he was present and his deep alluring voice could never be mistaken for another.

He wasn't like regular doctors with his attire either. Sure, he wore the typical long white coat and scrubs from time to time, but mostly it was his casual unique wardrobe that made him stand out. The man had a style like no other and completely owned the color pink.

The patients and staff all adored the shockingly single 43 year old physician of 10 years and vice versa. His compassion for others was a genuine gift he possessed. Some called it a superpower because it was real, a natural born healer. He didn't choose his profession for the money like some do. Indeed, he had it and lots of it but he didn't flaunt it with fancy cars and a 10 bed and bath mansion...He lived on a simple 46 acre farm in the country with his dog, cat and a rooster and drove an old green truck or his classic muscle car. Lee was a giver, which is where a lot of his income went.

He respected the earth and loved nature. Any chance he had, he was out hiking through the woodlands of his never ending property with his black lab Gus faithfully at his side.

The good doctor was obviously highly intelligent as one would need to be to cut people's brains open but it wasn't solely medical knowledge that filled his beautiful mind. Lee was an avid reader. Some Edgar Allan Poe and a glass of sweet red wine made for a cozy evening for him in front of the fireplace paired with an optional cigar if he was in the mood. It was even better when a thunderstorm rolled in to set the spooky vibe. After all, he chose to live just outside of Salem, Massachusetts. Halloween was his favorite time of year and what better place to live by where it's the witch season all year long. Sci-fi and fantasy were also included on his top list of favorites.

Lee was also a lover of theater arts and art itself. He was a collector of paintings and also a potter that he did as a hobby. He had his own studio inside of a boat house on the waterfront where his vacation home was at in Salem.

Lee had finished checking in with his last patient and was on his way to visit with the persistent teenager when he was stopped by the Chief of Staff, Dr. Westbourne.

"Dr. Pace. We have an emergency situation regarding an explosion on the docks with multiple injuries that will be arriving shortly. Being short staffed, would you be willing to.."

She did not even have to finish before Lee interrupted her.

"Absolutely! I will assist in every way possible."

Lee was such an asset to the hospital as he had first started out as an ER doctor and then he wanted to specialize as a pediatrician but tragic events in his life changed his course in medicine.

He quickly followed the COS to the first floor where 2 ambulances had just arrived bringing in 4 injured victims, one critical.

Hours went by as Lee and multiple doctors and nurses aided in each individual's treatment as three were non life threatening. One though was fatal. A man roughly the same age as Lee.

Lee had done everything he could to revive the stranger just as the EMT's had on the journey there but the man had succumbed to his injuries. Lee reluctantly called the time of death at 3:03 am.

As common as this was for Lee in all his years of experience, the loss of a patient never got easier. How could it? He would beat himself up with things he maybe should have done or should not have done. It was the worst part of being in the medical field...well, not solely the worst. That area lied in having to inform the family of their loss. Loss...Something Lee was all too familiar with on a personal level.

Lee leaned on the nurses station staring at the paperwork before him with tears forming in his blue eyes. Flashbacks haunted him of a past fatality he suffered. The man he just tried to save had head trauma and he could not force the image out of his mind. After all these years, he felt he should be used to it in some way by now, especially in his current field of the bloody brains he dealt with, but moments like these brought it all back. Ptsd was still a struggle for him and sometimes, actually many times, he wondered why he kept himself in the most triggering area of it.

He heard crying and gasping. As he lifted his sorrowful head, he saw Dr. Westbourne sitting with her arm around a girl in a pea colored jacket with long golden hair that covered her face as her head hung low. Lee could tell it was a family member or close friend of the man who had passed by the way the woman was sobbing. His pen dropped from his fingers as he watched the faceless woman's world fall apart. His gut turned in knots and he swiftly headed for the men's restroom to be sick.

Upon returning to the nurses station to try to complete his paperwork, Lee noticed the blonde lady standing alone against the wall facing away from him. Her upper sleeve was torn open and bore a bandage. She must have been one of the injured in the blast that another doctor had treated. He went about filling his papers out when he heard gasping. As he glanced up, the woman had fallen to her hands and knees hyperventilating. Lee raced over to her and grasped her shoulders.

"Hey there. Miss...are you alright??" he frantically asked as her head hung to the ground covered by her long strands of sunshine.

Her gasps became more prominent from her tiny body's cowered state as she held her chest and then she fell limp onto the floor. It was apparent to Lee that she had an anxiety attack or even a possible heart attack. He immediately scooped the unconscious woman up into his arms shouting out for assistance.

A random nurse aid whipped open an ER unit curtain.

"Dr. Pace, in here!"

Lee rushed the girl in and laid her gently onto the bed.

"Find Dr. Westbourne, she was with this girl earlier. Find out who treated her."

The aid hesitated in panic.

"NOW!" Lee snapped.

The nurse aid squeaked and took off as Lee quickly took the unknown woman's vitals. He sighed in relief when he felt a strong pulse and her bp was slightly high but not threatening.

"I do not know if you can hear me, but I am Dr. Pace and I am going to help you. Just breathe for me ok? Breathe...."

The girl's head laid to the side facing away from Lee with her platinum hair covering most of her face. A soft whimper escaped her lips as if she had heard him but she did not move. He was just about to check her eyes with his penlight when Dr. Westbourne came in and ran to the girl's side.

"What happened? Josie...can you hear me? It's Britt!"

Lee was taken aback as Dr. Westbourne seemed to know the girl she comforted earlier. He now had a name to the faceless woman.

"She appeared to have a panic attack and passed out. Do you know her?" Lee asked.

"Yes. She's my best friend. The man who died is her brother...she has severe anxiety...where is Amy!!!? You know what, never mind. Lee...I need the EKG and Ativan and fluids. I'll start an IV and draw blood."

Lee raced off to gather the needed items in worry that the poor girl was having a heart attack that anxiety can mimic and even trigger.

As he returned with the electrocardiogram and meds, Amy was finally there.

"Thank you Lee. We have this under control. You are relieved. You have been here over 12 hours. Go home." Dr. Westbourne ordered.

Lee hesitantly stared at the girl named Josie and then slowly turned and left. He knew she was in good hands with the highly experienced and accredited doctor and it was a plus that she was her best friend in which she seemed to know what Josie needed right away...but why he was so reluctant to go baffled him. It was something he had never experienced before. He had to wonder if it was guilt now that he knew the man he could not save was her brother.

Lee pulled into his driveway, turned the car off and sat in silence as the twilight hours were ending. Staring at his steering wheel, he suddenly broke down in heavy sobs. He wondered if he would ever see this girl again and if she would blame him. It was a heavy burden of his profession, the heat he would get from things like this even if he were not to blame, for grief of loss sometimes misguided the ones in mourning. They needed...wanted someone to be held responsible. He understood this all too well as he thought of his late son Jacob.

Dusk was settling in as Lee awoke to prepare for another 12 hour shift. He immediately thought of the girl named Josie, wondering if she was alright as he climbed out of his warm bed. Thoughts of her had actually raced through his mind all day as he had only slept a few hours tops. Caffeine was his next immediate thought so he could survive the next shift.

He took a hurried shower although he had plenty of time since he had already been awake. Why he rushed was beyond him, yet another thought of the blonde one crossed his mind. He admitted to himself that he wanted to know if she was alright. It was now apparent to him that she was indeed the reason he tossed and turned.

He dried off, dressed and trekked down to the kitchen, popping open a can of red bull while gazing at the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. It's all he truly craved in the moment for he too suffered in silence from anxiety. Forcing the urge away, he slipped his shoes and coat on and headed back to his second home, the hospital.

"Good evening Dr. Pace." Nurse Amy's high pitched voice screeched through his ears.

"Hello Amy. How is everything looking for this shift?"

"Oh....you...you didn't hear?" she stuttered as his demeanor showed that he was oblivious. Her eyes wreaked of bad news.

"N..No? Amy...what has happened?"

"The...the girl...that had the tumor removed....there were...complications...she...she passed away just a few hours ago."

Lee's vision blurred as he stumbled a step backwards.

"Whh...what?"

"Yes...I...I'm sorry...I..."

Rage flooded his senses along with debilitating guilt for not going to see her the previous day.

"Why! Why was I not informed! What the fuck happened? She was doing well in her recovery!"

He felt his own panic crawling up into this throat, squeezing his airway shut. Choking and coughing, he stumbled off to her room to find it empty and the bed already stripped clean and remade.

"Jesus." he gasped and fell into the chair with his hand over his mouth.

After a few minutes of torturing himself with guilt of not going to see her when she had repeatedly asked for him...he got up and left in a zombified state.

As he scuffed through the empty halls, he caught a glimpse into an open room as he passed it. He ceased and stepped back with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth. There in the bed was the blonde girl he lost sleep over.

He slowly crept in with a fixed stare on her, careful not to startle her from her slumber. Her head faced away from him. The anticipation of seeing this woman's face was driving him mad.

He softly cleared his throat to alert her of his presence.

She turned her face slowly to his with her groggy eyes barely open.

"Hey there. Welcome back. I am glad to see you are alright. Your name is Josie?"

"Uh huh." you mumbled up at the unrecognizable face but very familiar voice.

"It is very nice to meet you. I am Dr. Pace....I was the one who..."

"I remember you...your...voice. You...you told me to breathe..."

Lee let out a chuckle. "Yes...yes I did...and I am extremely happy that you listened to me. You gave us all quite a scare. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain or discomfort?"

"No...I...I am just so....tired."

"That is too be expected from the medications...and...the trauma you have endured. I...I am so sorry for your loss. Dr. Westbourne told me she knows you and that he is your brother."

"Jason....that is his name...or...was..." You began to cry and threw your hands over your face.

The doctor quickly sat down in the chair beside your bed. "Hey there. Would you like me to get Dr. Westbourne...or...some water...or...something...?"

Lee found himself at a loss for words which never happened to him. He went to get up and you grabbed his hand.

"No...please...please don't go. Don't leave me alone. I..I'm scared to be alone...I...I..."

"Hey, hey...alright. I will not leave. Please try to relax so you do not have another episode. You are safe here. I promise."

"Can...can you...just sit with me for awhile? I...I like your voice. It...it comforts me."

Your hand still clung to his and he did not try to take it away.

Lee was speechless again as he gazed at your sleepy eyes, still desiring to see you open them, curious to know their color. He had been told he had a nice voice many times but the way you said it was so different...so...meaningful. He worried though, if you would still like his voice when he told you he was the one who couldn't save your brother.

"Uh...yeah." was all he could manage to speak. He was literally stuck on stupid and no woman had ever disabled him in such a way.

As your eyes began to open and focus, you found yourself drowning in his sapphire eyes. Your eyes fully opened, taking in his beauty. You could tell he was older than you and you had a thing for older men, although you certainly were not looking for one. You were at a point in your life where relationships could stay the hell away from you. Stupidly, in your drug induced state, you said your thoughts out loud.

"My god you're....beautiful."

"Umm...excuse me?" His brows furrowed in disbelief of his ears as he certainly had never been told that before.

He then saw your eyes so clearly. His heart skipped a beat at the sunset hues peering into his as for all the thousands of various eyes he had ever viewed with his penlight, he had never witnessed any of such vibrant color.

Lee knew from this moment on he was in trouble. Relationship goals were not even a factor in his life but somehow....he saw the possibility when you looked at him. In that moment he understood why he was truly drawn to you and lost sleep over it. For a split second...he forgot to breathe......

@redeemer46

[tsuki-no-yomi-project]

Mitsuki and singing~

One day, my friend asked.. If you have a choice, who is the VA that will fit Mitsuki the most? OK Hear me out, it will be Sora Amamiya! Not sure who she is? well...

Why, indeed?

Well, same energy..

Tho to be fair, Mitsuki is a lot smarter and less crazy x'D

Also, I need someone who can express both her crazy side and also her gentle side! If you guys don't know the 2nd girl, it's Narumi Sena from HoneyWorkVerse!

Mitsuki also love to sing and she has gentle/cheerful voice! Sena's playful and flirtatious song reflects this well also!

Here's some of my favorite song she sang for reference

it's quite spicy (i went to find subbed version for you guys, hehehe, PERFECT) the way she say shittakute like, mmmmmmm

Also Mitsuki trying to look her best in front on of Itachi (and sometimes fail miserably) I can't find a sub for this aa

Then my friend ask, "why is it not you, you sing too!"

OK FIRSTLY

Mitsuki is not me, I also want her as waifu!! *bonked Also my voice is not cute enough. If Mitsuki is bunny core, I'm cat core, and I found my voice more catsy as well as more annoying :') (what is even catsy). When I ugly scream like UWEGHHHH it won't sound cute at all, Mitsuki's still cute even though she ugly scream x'D

Ahem, and then, Mitsuki sing, but what's her music style?

She copy anything she likes and hums random tune. She is quite gifted in music (mostly because TOO MUCH TIME and BOREDOM, she learned a lot of various musical instrument), also she's a Miko, she need to sing and dance for ceremony.

For music preference, I guess it's not preference, but because she is OLD (*bonked by Mitsuki), her taste and knowledge about music is also quite old. (Enka, everybody? Folk Japanese song?)

Sample of Enka Playlist

She also like Japanese version of kid's song, nursery rhyme and such

"Even when you refuse to share your burden with me, all I wish for is your happiness and peace.."

Mitsuki loves to sing lullaby for the people she care about :3 I wonder maybe i should actually make the lullaby heheh

Lastly, 2 of my friend send me this song saying it's Mitsuki Core, and they are right! Surprising coincidence that the singer in the video also somehow looks like Mitsuki (!?) and the composer's name also moon coded, the way she sing and dance excitedly is accurate as well!

Quoting my friend: "ANCE WHY IS MITSUKI HERE!?" Ance: "Wait whut!?"

Hope you guys enjoy today's Mitsuki fact!

Be back again next time with more (stupid facts) :3

Bonus: Mitsuki murdering me because of what I wrote about her

[the-firebird69]

Master Calendar of Trump Court Dates: Criminal and Civil Cases

If few things of interest here there's several cases that are mentioned that are not directly evolving Trump and the state of Georgia would pick up where they left off if they managed to get them fired from their position and they would keep going after him and they've said it what they're doing is pissing them off and our son and daughter are correct they'll come back around and go after him for it this guy is a huge sucker and he's asking for a fight with everybody And they're handing him his hat also the Vegas primary is coming out and a whole bunch of trouble starts there and they hate him and things begin happening to him very bad things And that's early February by the way The end of the month is the fraud case findings and he's going to have to pay the fine and that will kick off another code of the max and they'll start pursuing them more Jean Carol has kicked off for certain code and it is a big one It has to do with a lot of stuff Harley Davidson for instance that's why they drive around from east to west and west to east a little is because they sell the company to us and there's a reason to do it for them it is because the max will pursue us and that's a very solid reason The other is the Trump has to run around saying our son is David's kid and he's a lethal killer and stuff. But more solidly Trump wants to take the company from us thinking that we're giants or something and he still hasn't sold it but one of the most powerful things I've ever heard him say to this particular idiot is something like this this time and he's avoiding it "if you indeed sell us the Harley-Davidson company Trump even you alone because that's what exactly happens and bja and son are doing the ride and fighting you and it is cause and that is the dropping of the watch and the fight because of it ensues in New York in the Manhattan laboratory you are incinerated because of the watch and this watch here is not the same watch it's without the bezel which is the piece surrounding the watch face and it's hard and thick and protects it and it simply inserts into it and you reconnect the watch band and for some reason you couldn't figure it out it is the same watch band and it is gold and you saw it with it on and he saw her was it on and had no clue she loves doing that to him. He's trying to study in the cats and doesn't have time and he has to he's doesn't need a glimpse it's quite horrible and people now don't tell him anything that's true so she still doesn't. She says there's a reason and he says well would that be in the Billy Hicks persona and she said that's right there that's the reason he won't let us we have to get rid of him and the max won't let us which is more towards the truth this guy is an idiot I think he gets stuff. And she says the rest and that is Hera. But we know is the sale of that company in Raytheon together will mean his end and he'll create a self-fulfilling prophecy or cycle really

Thor Freya

I don't think so I don't think so and that's final so yeah now I have to sell the company to you I really to them and I see how it's going what I say is I might have switched out the brain or something

Trump

The Ghost of Tom joad huh yeah I'm starting to get it

Tommy f

Olympus