#and i really need to stop forgetting chunks of it and go like 'wait did this happen'

[microsoftmeyer]

do you all just have random spurts of motivation that disappear in like. 10 minutes. cause that happened to me yesterday at 10 pm and i wrote two pages of my books lore before i took a break, looked forward and said 'nah forget this, i want to go bundle up in my blanket bye'

[nicholasgoodgirl]

that was mean- nicholas

summary: nicholas was having a bad week and gave you the silent treatment.

warning: argument, crying, happy ending

a/n: i couldn't stop thinking abt this no joke. so ofc i had to write it out

from late at night till he left early this morning for work nicholas has been either quiet rude or both.

we haven't spoken to eachother or not even silents acts of love. nothing.

he cut his alarm clock off and i tried to give him a hug before he got out the bed and he pushed me off of him "not right now" he grumbled and got out of bed

when he left for work i said 'bye' to maybe break the silence shared between us, but i got no response. it was starting to get lonely. i missed my bestfriend that was also my boyfriend

i had nobody to mess with or someone to talk to about my day.

to stop these lingering thoughts i go back to bed to maybe get my mind off of things.

--

i wake up around 8 am which was later than the time i usally woke up around, but today was sorta a lazy day.

it was gloomy not much sun was shining, it rained a little here and there. it was more of a slow day for me so the extra rest was very much needed

i text my boyfriend forgetting about the whole silent treatment ordeal.

me: how's your day going so far?? :)

and to no suprise i was left on delivered and soon left on seen. i messaged him periodically throught the day; hoping that maybe he would reply

it was almost time for dinner which normally nicholas cooks cause he's just better at it, but i didn't know when he was coming home or if he would even do it, so i look up some quick easy recipes and nothing struck my fancy but the pizza recipe. cause how hard could it really be?

i put a packet of yeast into my bowl along with some flour, water, oil, and salt. i let that sit for 30 minutes then im back to cooking again.

spreading flour onto the counter and placing the dough onto it; kneading it into a circle shape. this was harder than i thought

i look around for the marinara sauce and i put it into a different bowl and add a few light seasonings.

i paste that onto the dough, then i sprinkle some alot of cheese onto the pizza and my additional toppings bell peppers, spinach, and mushrooms.

i was so proud of myself especially sense i wasnt the cook, out of me and nicholas. i was really excited for him to try what i made but again i highly doubt he would even eat the food.

i put the pizza away into the oven completely forgetting to set a timer and put on a movie while i wait.

--

a smell of burning was the first thing that woke me up. "shit shit shit" i repeat totally freaking out remembering i left the pizza in the oven.

i get a rag and ineffectivley wave smoke out the air. when i open the oven it smelled horrible. i was coughing from all the smoke that had entered my lungs.

i take the burning pizza out and throw it into the sink, and hose it down with the water.

thats when i hear the front door open and mentally face palm. "what's that smell?" he asks "i kinda burnt a pizza that i tried to make"

"of course you did" he mutters sounding unimpressed. "and the fuck you mean 'kinda' you obviously did burn a damn pizza" he gestures to the chunk of charcoal burnt pizza

"it's not like i did it on purposes or something if thats what you think" my tone sounding a bit confronting.

"It's smells fucking horrible so open a damn window first off" he took a step closer raising his voice.

"you don't pay for shit so i don't understand why you almost had this place in flames secondly. then you also wanna blow up my phone while im working for crying out loud what do you want from me!" he yelled directly in my face

and im sure he knows by now i hate being yelled at. it's something my parents did and overall doesn't solve anything

i just take it, i didn't wanna fight so i go over to the nearest window and crack it open so the smoke clears.

my eyes watered from all the harsh words he could dish out but not the equal amount of attention "well.. you are- when i was.. ugh s'not my fault" i couldn't get a full sentence out. i felt so belittled in this moment

"im going to bed i don't have time for your stupid ass shit" those words hurt more than he thinks.

he had the most patience for me, always making time for us and now he doesnt.

"that's so mean.. you're being so mean" i wipe some tears that had fallen. i turned away from him silently crying.

the peices of my hair stuck to my tear-soaked cheeks. "wait- I'm sorry please don't cry" nicholas' voice was filled with regret.

i lazily push him away from me but he doesn't budge. his arms wrap around me bringing me into his familiar embrace. "I'm so sorry for being an asshole. I've been having a long shitty week and i know thats not an excuse so you don't even have to forgive me."

"you're everything to me. i swear i didn't mean it." he adds

the unforgettable cruel words he'd said to me earlier shoved ontop of his sweet loving words made me cry more.

i let him hold my trembling body as sobs tore through my chest, each inhale was ragged and uneven.

my hands clutched the material of his shirt "im so sorry sweetheart i never wanna make you cry" he explains in such a low voice, giving my hair strokes in attempt to calm me.

my face still burried into his neck tears now starting to dry away, and my breathing starting to even out. he carried me over to the couch and placed me in his lap

i was drained from all the crying, the tense feeling in my body beginning to melt away when i really started to feel nicholas' touch. my eyes drooped again this time staying shut for longer.

i was too tired to resist the sleep that had tooken over. and being cradled in his arms didn't help.

"I'll order pizza for the both of us alright?" he took me off of his lap and placed me on our couch. then lays one of our throw blankets ontop of me. "can we talk in the mornin'?" is the last thing i remember asking before dozing off.

a/n: can yall tell idk how to make pizza

[violettwrites]

a refuge in rough hands — trailer park!daryl

a/n: hi guys! this is another one of my late night shenanigan pieces so i apologise if their is any mistakes. i didn’t proof read it all that much 😗

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summary: reader gets drunk and doesn’t want to go home, so daryl let’s her stay.

request: anon requested; if it’s alright, i’d like to request a work-maybe merle threw a party and reader is pretty tipsy. and daryl takes care of her during the night, and reader flirts with him (e.g he tries to stop her from drinking more and she playfully pushes him). at the end daryl let’s her sleep in his bed because he doesn’t want her to be around her dad.

word count: 1,509

warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight allusions to abuse

resources: divider by @adornedwithlight

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merle dixon had never been one to pass up a reason to throw a party, especially not when he got a decent chunk of cash from whatever side job he had done for someone. the music was loud, thumping through the trailer park, and most likely disturbing the residents that were trying to sleep this time of night— but merle didn’t care, nor did his as equally drunk friends.

you were tipsy— no that’s a lie, you were drunk. not drunk enough to be an absolutely sloppy mess, but you were definitely past that tipsy phase. you swayed slightly as you leaned against the cooler in the dixon’s trailer, your fingers brushing the rim of a half empty beer can. daryl was across the room, arms crossed, watching you like a hawk. he had already tried to cut you off once, but you weren’t having it. not tonight.

the party had been going for a while now, and you felt warm, light, free in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. maybe it was the music, or maybe it was the fact that for once, you weren’t thinking about your dad or the mess waiting for you back home. you raised the can to your lips for another sip, only for it to be snatched out of your hand, droplets of beer splashing onto your shirt.

“a’ight, that’s enough,” daryl grumbled, setting the can down on the counter behind him, his sharp blue eyes narrowing at you.

you pouted up at him, swaying slightly as you crossed your arms over your chest. “daryl dixon,” you drawled, a playful grin pulling at your lips. “you tryna be my babysitter now?”

daryl gave you a look, his lips pressed into a thin line. “don’t need to be. just lookin’ out for ya. had too much to drink tonight,” he grumbled.

you took a step closer, ignoring the way the room tilted slightly as you did. “c’mon, dixon,” you whined, “you scared i’m gonna do somethin’ stupid?” your voice turned into a teasing tone, reaching out to poke his chest.

he caught your wrist in his hand, fingers rough and calloused against your skin. “i ain’t scared. just don’t wanna drag your drunk ass back home later.”

you laughed, a sound that was a little too loud for the small space. “i’m fine, daryl. really.” you tried to tug your hand away, but he didn’t let go.

“yeah? well you ain’t lookin’ or actin’ like yer fine.”

you huffed, rolling your eyes dramatically. “you worry too much,” you teased, stepping closer until you were toe to toe with him. “what are you gonna do, dixon? take care of me?” there was a playful edge to your voice, a challenge hidden somewhere in your words.

daryl’s jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “if i gotta.”

you raised an eyebrow, your heart doing a little flip at the seriousness in his tone. you knew daryl wasn’t like merle. he didn’t just mess around for the bell of it. he cared, in his own quiet, gruff way. and right now, all of that attention was on you.

“well, lucky me,” you muttered, still grinning, though it softened around the edges.

daryl shook his head, his grip on your wrist loosening as he let out a frustrated sigh. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

“yup!” you agreed cheerfully. you leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper. “but you like trouble, don’t you?”

his eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a flicker of amusement there too. ��gettin’ close to bein’ a pain in my ass,” he muttered, but his hand didn’t move from where it rested on your wrist.

you smirked, feeling a rush of warmth at how close you were, at the way daryl’s eyes seemed to follow your every move. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something else entirely, but you felt bolder than you had in a long time. “what’re you gonna do about it, dixon?” you asked, your voice playful.

he sighed again, clearly trying to maintain his patience. “‘m gonna take you home. you need to sleep,” he said, but his tone was soft, more like a promise than a threat. “before you get yourself into any more trouble.”

at the mention of being taken back home, you could feel your heart start to race. you gently tugged your wrist that was still in his grip. “please—“ you spoke quietly, shaking your head. “i don’t wanna go home.” not like this. not when your dad was home right now. it’d be the end of you.

daryl looked at you for a moment, knowing. he felt horrible already, suggesting that he’d take you home in that state to a man who was exactly like his own father. he sighed, letting go of your hand before nodding his head. “okay, okay. but yer staying with me tonight. got it?” his voice was stern, yet gentle.

you looked at him, silent for a moment, before nodding your head. part of you felt bad because he had to give up his night to look after you, but the other part of you felt safe when he was around, and you wanted to be near him. “i’m sorry,” you murmured softly, looking at your shoes.

you didn’t really expect to feel his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. “hey. you don’t ever gotta apologise for that, ‘kay? you don’t feel like goin’ back there tonight, and that’s okay.” there was a tenderness in his voice that made your heart ache, in the best way possible. you smiled softly, your balance a little steadier now as you leaned into him, arms wrapping around his torso.

“thank you, daryl.”

he returned the gesture, arms wrapping around your shoulders, holding you to his chest. you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, the steady rhythm comforting you. “c’mon, let’s get ya into bed.”

he lead you to his small bedroom at the back of the trailer, his hands on your shoulders as he walked behind you, making sure you didn’t trip over the boxes and clothes littered along the hallway. the trailer wasn’t disgusting by any means, but three males who didn’t really know how to pick up after themselves definitely had the place in a bit of a mess.

when you reached his bedroom, he gently pushed you towards his bed before moving towards his dresser, pulling out a shirt and tossing it in your direction. “change into that,” he muttered before making his way to leave the bedroom.

“where are you going?” you asked meekly, looking at him as you clutched the shirt in your hands. you knew you would be safe in here, but you also wanted daryl to stay— even if you were too shy to admit it. ten minutes ago you probably would have, but not now.

daryl turned to look at you for a moment, raising an eyebrow slightly at your disdain for his departure. “just gonna go tell merle to turn the music down. get changed and get into bed. i’ll be back in a second,” his voice was low, but soft.

you nodded your head, watching as he closed the bedroom door behind him and you started to undress, leaving your clothes in a pile at the end of his bed before crawling under the blankets. you could feel the room spin as you closed your eyes when your head hit the pillow.

a few minutes later, the door creaked open and you peeled one eye open to see daryl slipping back into the room. the music outside had dulled, merle probably grumbling about it but obliging at the same time. daryl closed the door behind him, his movements careful and quiet, not wanting to disturb you.

he slid under the blankets on the bed next to you, careful to keep some space between you. his presence was comforting, and steady. the bed dipped slightly under his weight, and you felt a strange sense of peace wash over you, the last remnants of your earlier teasing fading away.

“you okay?” he asked after a moment, his voice low in the quiet room.

you nodded, snuggling deeper into the blankets. “yeah. i’m good now. thank you.”

daryl shifted a bit, clearly not used to being thanked all that much, but he didn’t say anything, just settled in beside you. the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing helped calm you, and you closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the night catching up to you.

“g’night daryl,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“night,” he grunted back, his voice softer than you had heard all night.

as you drifted off to sleep, you realised you had never felt quite so cared for until you had met daryl. in his quiet, gruff way, daryl dixon had looked out for you when you needed it most. and that meant more than you could put into words.

[uwuyangeppie]

you are in jail.

again.

with the way your criminal record is going, you’re not going to find any job that’ll take you in. you’ll have to marry a rich man or come across a ton of money yourself or something.

you don’t actually know why you’re in here. you’ve known other people to get way better sentences than you. the last guy (that you know of) that shoplifted got thirty hours of community service and a night in a cell. he did not get a week behind bars.

the captain of the silvermane guards is sitting opposite you, going through some paperwork of some kind. why he’s here is a complete mystery to you; he should definitely be doing other things. even if the reading is that important, doesn’t he have, like, a desk? you shoplifted. you do not need to be guarded by the captain of the silvermane guards.

nonetheless, maybe he can help you figure out why you’re in here.

“hey, can you stop putting me behind bars, please? other people get off way lighter!” maybe you should’ve said his name first, to get his attention, but his head snaps up anyway to meet your eyes. they’re a bit disconcerting, to be honest.

“it’s your own fault. you should be better at not getting caught.”

you blink. and then laugh. “is that a joke, gepard?” it’s so unexpected that you forget to use his title. well, maybe he’ll see it as a friendly gesture and change your sentence.

something in his eyes changes, but you can’t figure out what it is.

“say that last bit again.”

“a joke?”

gepard shakes his head and sets down the bundle of papers he had in his hand. “no. the bit after it.”

“gepard?” that’s his name, right? he hasn’t been replaced with a copy, or anything? maybe you should’ve stuck to captain?

“again.”

“gepard.” you’re not any more confident the second time around, and a deafening silence follows it. you swallow nervously. eventually, he sighs.

“fuck it.”

fuck what, in particular…?

“you wanted a change in sentence, didn’t you?”

wait, it worked?! for real?! no, he’s not letting you out. maybe he doesn’t have the keys for the cell? nah, that’s not it either. you can see them hanging from his belt. maybe he has some paperwork to fill out before you can be set free? he raises an eyebrow. oh, he’s waiting for an answer.

“yes, please.” you give him your best puppy-eyes. a smile pulls at his lips. wow, have you managed to manipulate the captain of the silvermane guards? you must be cuter than you thought.

“i’ll make up some excuse. let’s put you under house arrest, shall we?”

a sudden chill shoots up your spine. something’s telling you that it’s better to be in the cell. “uh, i don’t really have a house to live in.”

that’s true. you’re forever moving from place to place- although technically, you’ve been spending quite a good chunk of your time underground at the moment. still, he doesn’t have to know that. you’re safer here.

he smiles at you, but it’s no longer reassuring. “don’t worry, i know.”

and what does that mean, exactly?

gepard reaches for you through the bars. you’re too slow and fail to pull away before he manages to grab your hand, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “i, of course, mean my house.”

your heart stops in your chest. his eyes have taken on a crazed look.

“and hey! maybe you’ll even like it so much you want to stay forever. wouldn’t that be nice?”

you want to tell him that you’ve changed your mind! you’re fine to stay in jail! unfortunately, by the time it takes for your voice-box to start working again, he’s already gone.

[sugar-softies]

Well I wrote it, here's the post for context

Food was hard to come by in the nether. It had always been a dangerous place, but raids from the overworld and war with the withers had left it near barren.

When a cure was found for zombification, tourists from the nether may have gone a bit overboard when they discovered overworld restaurants and shops. The shopkeeps and restaurant owners saw record breaking sales with gold tips as well as the most stressful dinner rushes of their lives. Meanwhile, after the dust settled in town, portal managers saw record breaking waistlines trying to squeeze back into the nether, often having to push on plump piglin backsides to help them get through.

It almost caused a famine, but well rewarded people with riches and provided them with an answer to a problem not long down the road...

"So... you just want us to... clean?" Mangalica asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sort of, yeah." The nervous villager that had approached their small hunting party rubbed the back of his neck. "See, the thing is, we’ve had trouble with this new coven. They’ve been reshaping the environment using a magic no one really understands yet, and the more they change things the stronger they get- we just need someone to slow their progress at least while we figure out how to stop them.”

“I don’t get it.” Duroc, a young boar with a constantly flicking right ear, said. 

“It would be easier to show you,” the villager replied. “There’s a portal not far from here, if you’d just follow me.”

Mangalica was the leader, so the others looked to her for approval. Sensing a good payday or at least a chance to make nice with a nearby overworld settlement, she nodded and followed the villager.

As they stepped through the portal it became clear they weren’t above ground, but neither did it feel like a cave.

For starters it was brightly lit, and occasionally rainbows would shoot forth across the “sky” and illuminate the area beneath in a dozen hues. 

Mangalica took the first steps forward and gave a confused snort when her hooves brushed through something cold.

Snow? She guessed, but she was only half right.

“Welcome to the candy cavity,” the villager sighed, gesturing out over mountains of chocolate topped with ice cream snow and candy cane trees. 

“Candy?” Duroc’s jaw dropped. “It’s all candy?”

“Precisely.” The villager hid his hands in his sleeves as he folded his arms together. “We were hoping… well, not to be forward but… piglins eat, yes?”

“We sure do,” Tamworth, an older and larger boar with a chipped tusk, chuckled and picked up a handful of ice cream from the ground, giving it an experimental lick.

“We’ll pay you in gold blocks per chunk cleared of sweets.”

“How much gold?” Mangalica bent down to the villager’s height, causing him to sweat.

“I’m not authorized to negotiate that, but if you want to wait for the mayor-”

“Nope! We’re good!” Duroc gave a whoop of excitement before running and jumping off a cliff, doing a cannonball into a lake of grape soda. 

Mangalica snorted with amusement and patted the villager’s shoulder as she stepped around him. “Come check back in on us in… what do you sun-touched use? Days? Yeah. A few days.”

The villager watched the piglins as they set off and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was decided that they’d make quicker work of it if they split up, so Mangalica assigned everyone a quadrant and gave a stern warning to watch their pacing so as to avoid stomachaches.

“Not that there’s been a dessert yet a piglin can’t handle,” she said. “But something about this place is magic, don’t forget.”

Normally, everyone would have taken that warning very seriously, herself included, but… well…

It was all candy.

Duroc started off by the lake he’d first jumped into, and made merry work of breaking off lollipop reeds and sucking on them as he walked along the edge. When the sugar rush first started to hit he got a bit more eager, pulling up chocolate rock from the ground and munching away, before deciding to go for a swim. Some people might have worried about cramping but piglins were great eaters and swimmers despite there being no water in the nether. Besides, he didn’t really do much swimming.

What he did, was walk over to the sodafall and turn his snout upwards happily.

He guzzled from the sodafall, dunked his head and slurped from the lake, he drank soda until his head felt silly with sugar and then he waded back out of the lake with his stomach sloshing side to side. He groaned but smiled as the soda gurgled and popped inside him, and barely had time to lift a hoof to his mouth before belching. He was able to stifle the first, but the second took him so by surprise he found his head flying back as the burp erupted from his body, shaking the candy cane trees and sending a few cotton candy bats flying with alarm. 

“Oh god that’s so good.” He rubbed his belly and noticed idly the sweetish fish swimming in the lake he’d just left. 

A few more burps escaped his snout as he waddled back to the lake and tried to grab a few. It was ridiculously easy, it was as if these things either had no natural predators or simply didn’t care if they were eaten or not. He was shoving gummy fish into his mouth faster than he could catch his breath. 

“Nn… need… need a break…” he moaned after one last fish. 

He held his belly in his hooves as he wandered over to a candy cane tree, leaning against the trunk and sliding down into a seated position.

He meant to rest his belly, feeling a stomachache coming on, but glittering dust under the tree caught his eye. 

He lifted it with his hoof and gave it a lick, tasting mint. He couldn’t help but grab handfuls, greedily shoving them past his tusks. 

He soon realized his mistake as the mint hit the soda in his belly and began to fizz and bubble.

Once again, a burp shook the cave, reaching as far as Tamworth, who looked back over his shoulder with confusion before shrugging.

Tamworth was hiking up the nearby mountain, not yet beginning his feast. He was waiting for a good opportunity to begin, and honestly wasn’t really looking forward to the work of covering ground. 

A sudden giggle distracted him, and when he tried to find the source he eventually noticed a small gingerbread man no taller than his knee waving at him.

“Huh…” he smiled, tilting his head.

The gingerbread man beckoned him over and then started to run off. Tamworth, of course, followed.

He was surprised to find a whole gingerbread village, populated with more gingerbread people living in tiny homes decorated with icing and candy.

“Well, now I feel bad for eating it.” He broke a branch off a candy cane tree and sucked on it idly as the gingerbread people came to investigate him. 

Eventually, he noticed they were all trying to urge him in one direction, so he shrugged and let them guide him over to a throne built of marshmallow. 

He sank into it with a grateful sigh, his knees needing the rest.

He felt someone poke his arm and opened his eyes, seeing a gingerbread person holding a tray with an ice cream sundae on it. “Oh, why thank you.” he accepted it, lifting the sundae to his mouth like a drink and simply tossing it to the back of his throat.

The gingerbread people all oohed and aahed before nodding and running off. 

They came back one by one, each with some part of their candy environment which they offered to Tamworth.

“I like the hospitality here,” Tamworth chuckled.

As Tamworth dug into a feast for a king, Mangalica saw the rest of her sounder assigned to their positions. It took awhile for her to find her own station, and when she did she realized she wasn’t the only one looking to eat in that spot.

As she knelt by a stream and picked up a sweetish fish, a growl sounded from behind her. She turned to see a gummy bear just as big as she was, pawing the ground and baring its gelatin teeth. 

She smirked, reaching for her sword, but reconsidering. 

“Let’s go.” She instead got into a wrestling stance, meeting the bear with hooves and tusks as it charged at her.

She grappled with the beast, taking bites whenever she could. As she fought it became clear there was no killing this beast, only devouring it. It would keep attacking so long as it had a body to attack with.

She determinedly munched away, holding the bear in such a way as to avoid being slashed with somehow sharp jelly claws. Her stomach was strong but her stamina started to flag about halfway through, and she soon found herself on her back as she held the bear above herself.

She brought it closer and closer to her mouth, eating furiously until a sort of trance came over her, lifting only when she realized there was nothing left in her hooves.

She found herself laying there, covered in bits of gummy, her stomach distended and her belt snapped.

“Mm… that’s a good start, I’d say…” she rubbed her round belly, finding it taut to the touch with only the slightest give from the humble amount of pudge she’d started with.

And so it went on like that, each piglin finding a way to clear their assigned sector. Some suffered brain freezes from ice cream, others burped for hours after drinking up lakes of soda, but everyone pushed stalwartly on.

Duroc moaned, eyes rolling back as he stood under the sodafall- which was slowing to a trickle- his snout open and his stomach hanging down past his knees. No matter how careful and slow his movements were, it sloshed back and forth with each step and sent carbonation bubbling up his throat. He even burped in his sleep whenever he paused to take naps between gorging sessions.

Tamworth patted a gingerbread man on the head lazily and fondly as another gingerbread man climbed up his mountain of a belly to drop a platter of peanut brittle into his awaiting mouth. His jaw hurt from either hanging open or chewing, but the rest of his body had never felt more relaxed. He hadn’t moved in days, he hadn’t had to. The gingerbread villagers brought him food 24/7 and fed him even as he slept. 

Mangalica licked the end of a sword sized candy cane, further sharpening the point. The ground shook as a gum worm as long as fifteen ravagers standing in a line rose up from its burrow.

Her gut and breasts jiggled as she awaited it with an eager smirk. Her belly was growling, and so was the worm as it charged her. 

She was finding it much harder to move lately, her body weighed down constantly either with the weight she was packing on at an alarming rate, or just a belly stuffed full of sweets. Normally, she would have leapt up and plunged the sword into the beast’s head, but this time she lazily dropped to her knees and lifted the sword up, letting the worm impale itself as it leapt at her.

The beast fell dead to the ground, bleeding raspberry jam and jelly beans. 

She drooled as she lifted the gum worm’s head with both hooves and bit into it viciously.

The villager assigned to check in on the piglins gave them a week and a half, assuming they’d need plenty of time. He thought that when he came to check on them, they’d be maybe a quarter of the way done, so he was surprised when his feet hit deepslate instead of cake.

“Hello?” He lifted his torch, noticing remnants of dessert in the distance. Mostly it was the sundrops that had been left behind to keep the area lit, and it was by the light of the sundrops he found six piglins larger than… well, larger than any humanoid he’d ever seen.

Tamworth’s fat roll laden body was twice as big as the entire village by now, but still he kept his snout open as gingerbread men climbed up him step by squishy step to keep him fed, which was good because he could no longer stand under his own power to find food for himself.

Duroc was panting and gasping for breath, bracing himself against a cave wall as his belly dragged on the ground. He was trying so, so hard to bend down and lick up one last puddle of soda, but whenever his belly felt even a bit of pressure from bending over it caused a belch to stop him in his tracks, his eyes rolling back. One burp sent him backwards, falling onto his flabby ass, and he decided not to get back up after that.

Mangalica was finishing off another gum worm, slurping its tail down her throat with ease, a feat that would have been impossible when she first entered this cave. She’d grown to such a size eating the large sugary beasts of this land that she now stood four times as high as her sounderkin… or rather would have if she could stand. You couldn’t even see her hooves under the mass of jiggling fat she was constantly massaging with her hoof-hand- although her hoof only really reached as far as halfway down one of her breasts, and her arms were so fat she couldn’t bend or stretch them far enough to even attempt reaching lower.

“Well… I see this was a successful mission,” the villager said in awe. “Not to worry, we’ll ask another sounder to take over the next location, and have experts come here to help you shed all that weight.”

“What?” Mangalica panted. “No, no, just roll us over to the next one and we’ll take it from there.”

The rest of the piglins all cheered, and in unison paused their cheer as half of them struggled to catch their breath after the arduous exercise of lifting their fat arms and pudgy fists to the sky and the other half erupted into wall shaking burps that echoed all the way up to the surface.

[strangechildproductions]

Deleted Scene from Oh Captain My Captain

This is in reference to the non-canon chapter ( The stalker), it's not long enough for it's own chapter but I really liked Max in this part so have it here. TBH there's a good chunk of Max and Edward moments in various chapters but there always the ones I don't post for one reason or another.

“ Excuse me,” Moon looked up to see a man, he stood up to look for the man’s daughter.

“ You’re early, “ the jester mused as he scanned the play room.

“Yeah, I don’t need her just yet, I was hoping I caught the other guy?” Moon hummed.

“ Eclipse? He’s around,” Eclipse got off soon though, and this guys was rubbing Moon the wrong way. Maybe he’d ping Max to come escort his boyfriend out. 

“ Uh I don't think so, um, I forget his character name here, he’s here when I drop her off, he goes by Solar Flare at Juniors.” Moon blinked in confusion.

“ I  uh. . . “ He was familiar with Juniors, DJ had taken there once but he didn’t see why Sun would go there, nor did he know why Sun would change his name, “ The morning guy?” Moon settled on, something told him to give this guy as little information as possible.

“ Yes! With the yellow outfit,” He clarified. Moon crossed his arms.

“ He’s not here. He leaves . . . early.” 

“ When exactly?” The man asked, Moon shrugged.

“ When his shifts over. Then he goes home to his boyfriend’s.” Sun didn’t live with Monty yet, as Monty had yet to meet Foxy. For some reason Sun kept putting it off, Foxy would ask if he was afraid Foxy wouldn't’ approve of him, and Sun would insist that wasn’t true. Moon suspected it had to do with his age Regressing and that Sun didn’t want Monty to know about it. 

“ Boyfriend? Oh. . .  well what time is that?” Oh wow this guy was dense. Moon unfolded his arms and held them behind. Hand on his fazwatch so he could subtly call for security should he need it. He had taken off security duty til after he had the baby. 

“ I’m afraid I can’t give out personal information about Staff.” Moon said evenly.

“ Oh come on, I know Solar Flare! I see her all the time at the shows! Surely his Male persona knows me and wouldn’t mind!” he insisted. 

Her?  Shows? Male persona?  Was Sun a Drag Queen? Moon considered the possibility and had zero issue imagining it. He was not into Drag Queen stuff himself but Sun would very much enjoy that environment. It had the perfect mix of Stage performance, dress up, flare, excentricities. 

“ If he didn’t mind. Then he would have given you this information himself,” Moon all but growled. “ are you here to get your daughter or?” The man stilled, then his eyes narrowed at Moon before he nodded. The jester fetched his daughter and sent him on his way. On his way out he stopped at the security office and knocked on Max’s desk to get the man’s attention. Max glanced at him, and gestured for him to start talking.

“ I need a favor.” The man raised an eyebrow, then turned full to him.

I’m not putting you back on the security list. He signed, Moon waved him off.

“ No not that, besides I’m way too far along for me to even want that,” Max nodded in acknowledgement, “ It’s Sun. You get here before he does yeah?” Max sighed in a way that gave way to how tired he was but nodded, “ Could you escort Sun to the daycare from his car for a while, a parent came by and was trying to figure out when Sun’s shift ended. Gave me creep vibes,” Max tensed, then nodded, “ Thanks, sorry to drop it on you but, “ Max waved him off, then cleared his throat before speaking.

“ You two mean a lot to Edward. I will do what I can for you.” He stated. “ Also it's my job.” Moon nodded, then left the office. 

Sun thought it was weird to find Max waiting by the entrance to the staff parking lot for him. He was holding the door open and scanning the parking lot. Clearly on the clock and doing security work. At first Sun thought maybe a car had been broken into over the weekend, and he was just making sure no one was loitering. 

“ An incident happened?” He asked Max as he passed through the open door. Max signed no, still scanning the parking lot as he slowly went back into the building then closed the door behind him, “ Uh then why . . nevermind,” Sun decided he didn’t want to know as Max turned to him. Max wasn’t overly weird or crazy like Monty, but he was quiet, and it was often best not to make him explain himself. Sun started for the locker room, expecting Max to break off as he passed security, he paused when he still heard footsteps behind and looked over his shoulder. Sure enough Max was following him, he was scanning the halls now.  Sun turned to him fully, slowly walking backwards down the hall, “ Did I do something wrong? Against the rules?” Max shook his head, but continued to follow.

 He reached the locker room and Max did not follow him inside. He would have been allowed to as it was men’s and he was head of security, but he respectfully let Sun change in peace. However, he was waiting outside when Sun came out in his jester costume. 

“ Okay I must have done something wrong Or something happened.” Sun snapped as Max continued to follow him towards the daycare.

“ Was asked to escort you,” Max said as he scanned the Atrium. Staff members were getting ready for the day.

“ Escort me?! By who?! For what reason?!” Sun demanded, turning to Max.

“ By Moon. A man came by asking for your information.” Max answered in his gravely voice. Sun felt his throat go dry.

“ a- a man?” Max nodded, “ Moon didn’t give him my info did he?” Sun trusted Moon but if it slipped out by accident.

“ No.” Max assured him, “ Do you know this man?” Sun swallowed hard, then sighed.

“ Not exactly . . .” Max gestured for Sun to continue to the daycare but he was pulling something out of his pocket. A small digital recorder meant to record statements by staff so Max could report incidentes later. Sun grimaced then turned. At least Max was willing to let Sun continue setting up while he explained the situation. 

“ Okay, so. . . I sort of used to do this thing once a month um. . . I performed in Drag shows. . . as a Drag queen,” Sun explained, Max nodded, unsurprised. “ He’s a regular at the bar I went to to do the shows, and so he got attached to my Drag persona, and between him and well just getting busy I stopped going to the shows.” Sun sighed, “ Then his daughter started attending the daycare, and. . he recognized me. It’s harmless though really, he’s just now infatuated with this persona,  but once he realizes that my drag persona is very different from my daycare character, he’ll get bored and move on.” Max didn’t look convinced but nodded. 

“ I will have a security guard escort you to your car when you leave, and one escort you in. If this guy continues to harass you, then I will have one stationed outside the daycare-”

“ That’s not necessary, he’s . .. awful, but he’s not dangerous,” Sun insisted. Max turned off the recording.

“ No risks.” He pocketed the device, tipped his security hat, then left. Sun released a breath of annoyance. But he had to admit it did make him feel better knowing he wouldn’t have to walk to his car alone.

[eternitas]

So by now a good chunk of people have watched @quinton-reviews Video series (or as he calls it :'Mini series' lol) discussing Fred, iCarly, Victorious and now Sam and Cat.

One thing that just wouldnt let go of me (and I also made a comment on that) was a moment in iCarly he talked about in which Sam and Freddy as a couple have to deal with Freddies mum trying to seperate them. It all goes so far that Freddie finds out that Sam manipulated his application to a summer camp so he would be rejected.

I wont go into much more detail but lets say that Sams reason is not fully... Understandable here.

Now mind you I have only wwtched quintons review and never seen that particular episode myself, but their "fight" really bothered me because it seemed like a completely botched moment where they could've inserted a real character moment.

So. Here is my 5 minute first draft of "how it couldve gone" in scipt form

DISCLAIMER: I do not have a proper grasp on these characters so its likey that this is very out of character. But then again, the writers didn't do them that well either so-

[Scene: Sam and Freddy are upatairs in the iCarly studio, having an argument after Freddie found out that Sam is responsible for him not being accepted to the summer camp. They are alone in the room]

F: I want to know WHY sam!

S: because-- i was mad at you

F: for what?

S: remember when I asked you for the time and--

F: that can't be the reason.

S: it is!

F: Sam, tell me the truth right now or I am leaving!

S: no wait! Wait, please don't go-

F: ...

[Freddy is taken aback by her sudden display of panick and it knocks him out of his own anger. He becomes soft]

F: Sam. Please tell me why you did that. I want to understand.

S: because--- i don't want you to go.

F: but WHY

S: because I need you.

F: need me how?

S: I dont know! It's... Easier with you. Everything is. Like it is with Carly but different. You make things better.

[She sits down defeated and lets her head hang. Freddy hesitates then sits down next to her]

F: Like Carly?

S: yeah but differently. She makes things less awful and problems less.... Bad. She gives me a place I can call home. And you're giving me something like that.

F: being with me grounds you

S: yeah that.

F: ...

S: Please don't leave me.

[ Sam tears up and her voice breaks. Freddy pulls her close so she can lean onto him]

F: I'm still mad. I get now why you did that, but that doesnt mean that I will just forgive you and forget this. I really wanted to get into that summercamp.

S: I know.

F: It's not just a camp I really want to go to. I'd get some space from my mum.

[Sam sits up and faces Freddy with realisation.]

F: I could've had a summer without her constantly being around me. Not that she wouldn't try to still visit and call all the time. But that's not an option anymore.

S: I--- I didn't know.

F: yeah. why didn't you talk to me?

S: because! ... I didn't want you to see me as clingy. we weren't dating and I didn't want you to know what you mean to me.

F: but if we cant talk to each other then maybe we don't even have a friendship we can rely on!

[It grows quiet and freedy stands up. Sam tries to reach for him to sit back down but he manages to escape her.]

F: I'll go get Carly for you.

S: Freddy.

F: You seem to have no trouble talking to her.

S: Freddy!

[Carly comes in and stops in her tracks looking from freddy to sam and back]

F: I'll be going.

C: Freddy-

F: I'll text you. Take care of Sam.

[Freddy leaves without being stopped and Sam tears up again before anger gets to her and she starts to become violent in frustration.]

C: Sam! stop it!

[Carly manages to wrangle Sam away from her destruction and hugs her while Sam breaks into sobs and clings to Carly.

Black]

----

And then we get a full second episode of sam and freddie being awkward with each other and trying to mend their relationship.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

For the WIP asks 😊

🌀❄️💧🌩️

Hiiii, thank you so much!!!

Unfortunately, there's no Enigmatic Confections in here, because I'm behind on that and there's not really Teslen either, but... 😅

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

This is for a one-shot where the summary has been bouncing around my brain:

A fellow doctor had once told Helen that every person you failed to save became a link in a chain. One that you carried around your neck for the rest of your days, their names engraved upon them. Well, Helen's chain was long enough to throw over a branch and tie a noose.

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

Here's a chunk from the Sanctuary Clans + Marriages WIP for you.

Only then did Helen raise her gaze to look at herself in the mirror. She certainly looked the part of a princess, though she seldom had need to dress like this. A crimson dress that hugged her frame to her hips, showing cleavage but not too much. A matching ruby necklace sparkling above the neckline, her hair pulled partially up with the pins, the circlet glinting in the light. Helen took a deep breath, fiddling with the circlet that was so seldom required, she could not even remember the last time she had worn it. "You look lovely, Princess." She tilted her chin up, not finding the words reassuring as they were most likely meant to be. But it was true. She looked beautiful. Regal. It would do. "Thank you." Helen departed her chambers, heading down to the hall. A few of the handmaids went with her, but their presence stopped at the doors. The hall was already crowded with her people, her father waiting for her at the head. Gregory's face was expressionless, but when his eyes landed on Helen, he smiled just a bit, the look fatherly and proud as he stood. "You look beautiful, sweetheart." Gregory kissed her forehead gently. "Thank you, Father." Helen took her seat, knowing that the suitors had arrived by now and would shortly be making their entrances. The thought made her tighten her hands in her skirt, because she wanted to ball her hands into fists so tightly that she cut into her own skin. But she smoothed her expression and waited, thoughts swirling. She may have been nervous, but Helen had already formed a planned of how this would go. She was nearly a queen--there was no reason to let these princes forget that for a moment. Whichever one she chose, their ascension would be due to her. That was something that she could use as well. Nice was not a part of this equation. Happy was not the intention for the outcome. This was political and she would treat it as such. And once they were married, they only needed to act married when they needed to conceive an heir or two. Boys or girls, it wouldn't matter for her clan. It didn't have to be a marriage in the traditional sense. It certainly wouldn't be a romance. Helen waited as her father quieted the court, keeping her gaze fixed on the door, wondering when the delegations would enter. She was already getting restless, despite the fact that she was trying to keep herself still and calm.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

We're between unpublished romantic/hot/sweet bits in the WIPs right now, at least in ways that aren't big reveals. So...

Teensy flashback from Helen/Ranna + Island, which I think is sweet because of the baby.

"There we are, darling. There we are." Ranna said to Ashley as she cradled the baby to her chest. Helen smiled at the sight, wishing she had some way to capture this sight other than her memory. Most of Ashley wasn't even in the water, but she seemed more than to content to curl against Ranna's skin, eyes squinted open. She gurgled and shifted. "I think she likes it." Ranna said, smiling. "I believe you're right." Helen leaned back in the water, thinking that a long was probably a good idea. While Ashley's birth hadn't been particularly difficult, she still ached and it was nice to relax in the hot water and feel properly clean. She closed her eyes, listening to the water, Ashley's quiet cooing, and Ranna's humming. Sounds that sooth the soul, though the thought seemed overly sentimental.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

Oh god, none of the WIPs are at funny points, really, uh... uh.... this is amusing, maybe?

Here's a bit from my Helen/Ranna Island AU with small child Ashley:

Helen had rather naively thought that Ashley's questioning about babies would be over because of her silence. She hadn't taken into account that Ashley's silence may have simply been because she was digesting all the information she had just learned. "Babies grow in mummies' bellies?" Ashley said now, as Helen chopped vegetables to toss in the stew. "They do." she confirmed. Ashley glanced between her and Ranna. "Whose belly did I grow in?" Helen paused, because it hadn't occurred to her that Ashley might ask. But at least Ashley seemed to understand only one could be involved. "Your Mummy's." Ranna answered, cuddling Ashley closer for a moment. "Really?" "Yes." Helen said, resuming her chopping. Ashley's blue eyes were round now and she tipped her head back to look at Ranna. "Why not yours?" Helen's stomach jolted unpleasantly and Ranna's huge eyes met hers. They really should have thought of some explanation for instances like this, when Ashley was asking questions. She was too young to understand. What were they supposed to say--Your mummy loves three people and your mommy only likes women, so there was only one option? "Did you not like me?" Ashley asked Ranna. "Sweetheart, I loved you from the moment your mummy told me about you." Helen's mind was rapidly trying to come up with an explanation that did not involved men in any way. "Well, Ashley, we both wanted you, but only one of us could...grow you." Ashley perked up. "Did you flip a coin?" "Yes." Ranna said before Helen could respond. "Ohh." Ashley seemed to find this very reasonable. Helen gave Ranna a look as Ashley slid out of her lap and walked to join her in the kitchen. Ranna shrugged, spreading her hands slightly. "Mummy?" Ashley looked at her with eyes that were still gleaming with curiosity. "Yes, darling?" "Next time there's a baby, can I watch it be born?"

Hopefully I'll get more Teslen/non-general emotions stuff done soon. 😅

[duhragonball]

Goku’s Fire Brigade

Folks, it’s the 2023 Dragon Apocrypha Liveblog, and it’s starting right here, right now!  

If you’re familiar with this blog, I liveblogged all of Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z in 2019.  Naturally, a few people asked if I would be doing GT and/or Super next, but I had to tell ‘em no, because I just didn’t have the time or motivation to extend it out that far.  Later, I sat down and counted out all the specials and extra stuff and things like that, and as it turns out, when you add it all up, you get a pretty big chunk of material.   Not as big as DB(Z) but comparable to it. So I decided that it needed to be a separate liveblog for a whole other year, and that year has arrived!

I don’t want to give away everything I’ll be covering, but rest assured that Dragon Ball GT and Dragon Ball Super will be a part of it.   Beyond that, this is mainly a chance for me to sit down and check out a few things that I’ve never watched before.  And so I’m gonna start things off with Goku’s Fire Brigade, a public service video from 1988.  There’s another one about traffic safety, and as far as I can tell, they both aired on the same day, so I have no idea which one came first.   But this one has fire in it, so it seems like a better choice to kick things off.

Since it’s New Year’s Day, let’s set the mood with some cool music.

Okay, so this is a ten minute video that you can probably find on YouTube just as easily as I did, but here’s the story: Goku hates fire.  I don’t mean he’s afraid of it like Frankenstein, I mean Goku’s gonna kick fire’s ass.  This video opens with a couple of kids setting off fireworks on a playground, and one of them falls over where Goku is doing martial arts stuff.   He sees it and quickly stomps on it to put it out.  Then he notices...

OH SHIT.   Yeah, another firecracker fell into a wastebasket and ignited all the trash.  Luckily, Goku just pounces over a bush with a bucket of water, and dumps it all over the can to put it out. 

Then Goku lectures the two kids about fire safety.  I really thought this would be a boring little PSA, but I am blown away by Goku’s all-business approach to this role.  When we first see him, he’s just wearing his fighting clothes and doing his usual training stuff, so he’s the same character we know, but in this world, when it comes to fire, it’s on sight.  Goku’s not here to clown around, which is aces with me, because I love me some Serious Goku.

Let’s go over all of Goku’s advice, because some of you may need to know this stuff.  Hell, I bet some of you are on fire right now. Look, I’m flattered that you want to read this, but seriously, stop, drop and roll.  Those of you who are not currently on fire, consider the following fireworks advice:

Have an adult present.

Prepare a bucket of water.

Do it in a spacious area, not on a crowded playground where you’re liable to hit Goku with one of those damn things.

Don’t set off fireworks near flammable things, like that trash can from a minute ago.

The kids wonder how Goku is so knowledgeable about fire safety, and he explains that he’s with the town’s fire brigade.  Today’s his day off, but fire never takes a day off, as we learn when we hear sirens in the distance.  Turns out Goku’s buddies are responding to a blaze in another part of town. 

Turns out this fire was caused by the father of the household falling asleep in his chair while smoking.   The kids observe that cigarette butts can be scary, but Master Roshi points out that there are plenty of other things that can cause fires, like forgetting to shut off a stove burner or an iron, children’s mischief, or even being careless with fireworks.   The kids are still embarrassed about that one.

That night, they read the riot act to their parents, who smoke in bed and neglect to shut of the gas valve on the stove.  Goku’s no-nonsense attitude is rubbing off on them.

The next day, we check in on Bulma, who is rocking a hot pink shirt with neon green pants.  Wait, this isn’t Capsule Corp., what’s going on here?

She has a cat in this apartment, which she calls “Tama”, just like the black cat Dr. Brief has in the main show, but this one looks different.  It’s like they redesigned Puar to look more like a regular cat. 

I should pause here to discuss the continuity here.  This video aired on June 8, 1988, the same day as Episode 115 of the Dragon Ball anime.  That would be the one where Goku and Yajirobe set out to find the sacred water Goku would use to increase his strength to defeat King Piccolo.  So the characters in this video look a lot like they do in the King Piccolo saga, but obviously the details don’t line up.  This isn’t West City and it’s not clear that Bulma even knows the others.  It’s more like a dramatization with the DB cast performing their assigned roles. 

So Bulma’s in her apartment cooking breakfast, when she steps away to feed her cat.  That’s a bad move, but it gets worse because an earthquake suddenly hits, and she slips on the cat food and hits her head on the way down. 

And Bulma didn’t close the lid on the bottle of cooking oil she left on the counter, so the earthquake causes it to spill onto the stove, where it ignites. 

Fortunately for Bulma, those same two kids are passing by on their way to school, and they know to call 119.  I should point out that the translator’s note in this screenshot isn’t entirely accurate.  I looked it up, and while 119 is an emergency services number in Japan, it’s only for fire and ambulance services. For the police, you have to dial a different number, 110.

Here’s a cool shot of Krillin to the rescue, but it turns out the ladder on his fire truck isn’t long enough to reach Bulma’s apartment, so Goku steps in and uses the Nyoibo.

He joins Bulma on the balcony and tells her to climb on the pole while he saves her cat.   There’s a dirty joke in there somewhere but I can’t be bothered.

Speaking of dirty jokes, Master Roshi is very excited to catch Bulma on her way down.  Because she is a pretty lady, and catching a person is sort of like fondling them for like a second.  How does he even know she’s pretty?  He couldn’t have possibly seen her from all the way up there.

Anyway, Yamcha shoves him aside and makes the catch instead.  Kind of looks like Bulma might have broken her neck there, but this is a video about fire safety, not how to catch people.

As for Bulma’s cat, Goku finds it and just jumps out of the apartment and onto Krillin’s ladder, like a badass. 

Then he helps put out the fire.  I really like this shot of him with the hose. 

Once the day is saved, Bulma is told to be more careful, and the kids thank Goku for his help the other day, but the others weren’t there for that firecracker incident, so they have no idea what they’re talking about.  And the kids are too embarrassed about it to explain, so Goku just has a laugh to himself.

After that, we get an outro which is just “Mystical Adventure” with different vocals.  The lyrics have been modified to include fire safety tips, and there’s clips from this video interspersed with the usual OP animation. 

And that’s all.  Not a whole lot to this one, but it turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected.   Next, we’ll tackle the traffic safety one, but I gotta say, the bar has been set awfully high...

[mood2you]

all my currently reading or started

This

This is why I said I should drop em all (except D Gray Man which I have to return today)

Missing Person by Sarah Lotz - 181 - I just stopped at part 2 so hopefully it will be getting good. It's the book I read when I go to the library. I think, despite this book's length, it needs a lot more filler/crap/nonsense. I want to be sitting next to Chris and Shaun, honestly.

Data Detective by Tim Hartford - 150 - Another book to read in the library. I like reading certain nonfictions, not even as though I was interested in data I think as long as the book is written a certain way.

France Fin De Siecle - 9 - Well the cover is pretty. No, I just have people over.

D Gray Man - 61 - Noooo I have to give it back to the library I like forget it's there... How do you read manga anyways do you read one chapter a day? This is like poetry where I avoid it because I want to "savor" it what does that mean? Do I have to have a sketchbook open to read it? Some manga are things I do not want to study for my style. And also that's not what reading is. D Gray Man looks really nice though. I do think I like manga about, like, demons and ghosts and D Gray Man is very interesting if every demon is like the first chapter how, like, the husband and the wife made the demon together that's some kind of "I did it for love" deal like Orestes and Euridice or whatever. I want to see a child turn their father into a demon to get him back, you know, there's a lot there, every kind of love that can make a demon. And I like the devil guy, the earl guy, he looks like the Blue Meanie.

Game of Thrones - Don't Care - It's so boring when I was reading it in the library my eyes were drooling like a cartoon character. It's like reading a textbook. But I wanted to read it becaues my dad got me this terrible looking book with a throne of swords on the cover. It is ruining my GoodReads agthorithm.

L.A. Weather - 150? - I turned this into a library-only book because I was going to read it in real time in chunks but this time I went and it wasn't there.

Interview with the Vampire - 24% - I got the omnibus from Libby in ebook format and it must be the world's greatest literature because I actually got 24% into the first book despite it being an ebook I let the loan lapse and now I'm back in the wait list and it sucks.

Dead Until Dark - 15 - It's actually so good and it's small it fits in your pocket.

Nichijou - 50 - Just started it. It's alright. the jokes feel forced but it might be that not all the puns come through. A piece of salmon fell on her head?

The Metamorphesis - 10 - I'm at the part where he says this time I really will do it, I will get up and get on the train, this time for reals, hup. Hup. Okay this time I will. I want to see him on the train but it may not be that type of story.

Hulabaloo in the Guava Orchard - 15 - This one I do want to read, I might bring it on my trip.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

SEASON FIVE MOTHERFUCKERS LET'S GO!!!!!!

5x01

the opening recap is So Long but I did need it because I genuinely forgot that Ra's died again. stay down bitch.

OH THERE'S A TIME SKIP AND IT'S BEEN OVER A YEAR. OKAY. COOL.

how is Jim still wearing his badge. jesus christ. suck the boot a little harder why don't you.

oh okay listen. this is going to be vital for y'all to have a prayer of understanding the rest of this liveblog. we open on day 391 where Jimbles, Harvey, Oswald, and that little green bastard all gearing up to??? apparently face down the us army together?

and then we jump back to day 87 so I have to assume the rest of the season is going to be a prolonged "how we got here."

okay proceed

the Scarecrow is running an entire chunk of the city... how... he's a teenager with hallucinations who makes toilet wine...

oooooh the Big Bad of this season is FEMA

forget the badge why is Jim still wearing a TIE. for gods sake Jim. there doesn't even seem to be electricity.

death by firing squad for whoever slapped this wig on Cory Michael Smith

hey wait a second. how the fuck can Bruce not just like. pay someone to smuggle food into the city. or citizens out. somebody out there would take that money. what are we doing here. even just a helicopter flying over to drop MREs or something come on.

death by two firing squads for whoever decided Barbara needed those pseudo bangs jesus christ

cannot stop thinking about the Gotham prequel novel claiming Alfred was in his 60s. Sean Pertwee was in his mid-50s when the show ENDED.

uuuuugh god okay I believe in a compliment sandwich so uuuuh. one pro of establishing that a LOT of rogues were active prior to Batman is that it really drives home that people would be scared shitless by another guy on the scene attacking people out of the dark. he's just another monster in the dark, right? furthers the initial distrust that the GCPD would feel towards him as well.

where was Donal Logue's emmy for his delivery of "they got the beans"

oh okay Bruce is actually doing my plan about flying in food hot damn. he didn't do it until his girlfriend was personally affected but still

a GLIMMER of an interesting narrative as Selina survives an attempted murder and ruminates on being a fridged woman

hey Oswald I'm just spitballing here but maybe starving your underlings and forcing them to dress like they're in a labor camp is. going to come back to bite you in the ass.

anyway readers he's acquired a bulldog and named it Edward because he and the Riddler are neither boyfriends nor exes but a secret third thing (trapped in a perpetual state of breaking up with each other)

Jim this wouldn't be happening if you had ever just once let Oswald suck your dick

oop red alert the last surviving woman of color in the main cast has been murdered! that's what we in the commentary field call A BAD FUCKING LOOK!

I'm saying this as the #1 penguin girlie there is. his plot armor is getting ridiculous and it's insane that no one managed to kill him.

actually extremely funny that while every other rogue is busy carving up Gotham the Riddler is busy blacking out and waking up in dumpsters.

once again in spite of my better judgement I am having fun :/

alright fuck it I'm trapped in the office with two hours to kill

[full-moon-rising]

Chapter 13: Mayura

Summary:

Adrien, Alya, and Nino talk about Mayura with Sabine.

Notes:

Here's hoping you like this chapter. Sooner or later, Mayura was going to be the subject of conversation, so here it is.

Thirteen: Mayura

I honestly don’t know how long Sabine and I cried. I hurt in ways I hadn’t felt for months, and Sabine was there with me. Alya and Nino had left the room, going into the upper rooms to wait us out.

“There was nothing I could do,” I whispered as I slowly began to gather my broken thoughts together.

“You did what needed to be done,” Sabine looked up at me. She stood and held out a hand to me. I accepted it and stood next to her. “I always watched Chat and Ladybug with mixed emotions. What idiot, I wondered, would hand a child the job of stopping a monster like Hawk Moth? And what amazing kids to take him on and defeat him time and time again.”

“Yeah, I wondered the same thing myself on occasion. However, I never asked it too loud. Chat Noir was my escape. Ladybug took a while to come to understand that. It was more of a sacred obligation to her. It wasn’t until she began to see that I really did love her and had put enough of my background together that she figured out that Fighting Hawk Moth meant freedom for me that she got a better understanding of Chat.”

“Why didn’t she let you do that this last time? Surely, she could have brought you back. I would have thought that Mayura would have let her if it meant getting Hawk Moth back.”

“I don’t know. But what she did, she did with determination. Something told her that she had to make that sacrifice or she would not have done it. I asked myself that question so many times, and I asked her when she came to me in those odd moments when I was thinking of her or dreaming of her. But the one thing she kept telling me was not to forget her and to come find her. That she was waiting. Sabine, I don’t think that was all in my head.”

“We’ll have to get Alya and Nino down here so we can talk. What about your kwami? Can he help?”

“I guess we need to find out, don’t we?”

Despite the amazing cook and baker, we had in the house, Alya and Nino ordered pizza as soon as they heard us talking. We settled onto the couch and chairs to start working on this puzzle. Plagg joined us and we had Trixx and Wayzz join us too.

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“I don’t remember big chunks of that, but what surprises me most is not remembering the last minute of the battle!” It was long past time I had this conversation. There was so much that needed looking at.

“What I don’t get Adrien, is how you could forget that Ladybug kissed you just before she went after Hawk Moth.” The tone in Alya’s voice was almost like she thought I wasn’t telling the truth, even though I knew that wasn’t the case.

“Whoa, dudette, don’t give Adrien too hard a time. Memory has to be processed just like anything else in the brain, and when he should have been processing the kiss, the trauma of seeing L.B. going over the edge with Hawk Moth could have easily interfered with the memory settling in.” There had to be something said for the education that Nino was giving himself in just about everything he could learn about. His drive to become a screenwriter and movie maker was behind him wanting to learn about things he could use in making a film. That included how the brain worked so that he could write a psychological thriller.

Sabine was no slouch either.

“That could be even more the case if the trauma continued for several minutes after the kiss as well. What happened? By that point, none of the local cameras were working and the area was abandoned. One thing you haven’t explained was what happened to Mayura. You had her in your grasp. Alya said you almost killed her with cataclysm. If you didn’t turn her to ash, where is she now and do you have her Miraculous?”

Well now, this was going to be interesting. I’ve never told anyone about Nathalie being Mayura, but if Sabine didn’t have all the pieces to the puzzle, she couldn’t help us complete it. I had to tell her.

“I hope you understand that a lot of decisions had to be made quickly that night and that maybe not all of them were my best work. Especially given that I was a coin toss from a mental breakdown.”

“I can guess some of it, Adrien,” she said. “Alya told me you didn’t kill her though that was a close call. So, she is still alive. The press knows nothing about her whereabouts or condition. I don’t know if the police are in the loop, but I would guess not, given the death toll that day. When you took her Miraculous, she would have changed back into whoever she was. She worked closely with your father and…”

You could see the moment that her understanding clicked. When Sabine realized who Mayura was. She looked me right in the eyes and I could see the thoughts flashing across her face. I swear I could see a moment where she was thinking about paying her a visit. It wouldn’t have been a social call, and with all of her martial training, I’m not sure Nathalie would win.

“Mayura is running COCCINELLE.” The bitter look Sabine gave me was painful to see. I was hoping that I didn’t just lose her trust. She gave it more thought and both Nino and Alya stayed very quiet. “Even with your emancipation, you would have been too young to run the company on your own. If the court ordered someone you didn’t know to take control of it, you would have had no say at all over what happened to it.”

“I’m sorry Sabine. I couldn’t let someone come in and destroy the company. It had nothing to do with my father. It had everything to do with keeping all the employees working. After that day, things were such a mess, and it would have been so easy for someone to put all our people out of a job.”

“What keeps Nathalie from running?”

“A few different things,” Nino said. “The first thing we did is get a miniaturized GPS Tracker that she can’t remove.”

“Adrien’s driver and bodyguard, Gorilla is ever present in her life. He has a tracker and about the only place she can go for any privacy is the bathroom,” Alya pointed out.

“We made her tell us all of father’s dirty little secrets,” I chimed in. “We have papers, files, and Hawk Moth’s lair. Under the house.”

“Though he launched the akuma from a room at the top of the house,” Nino added. “If I ever get to make a movie of this, no one will believe it.”

“And we also know where my mother disappeared to.”

Sabine’s expression was one of shock. She looked over at Nino. “Let me guess. She was in the basement?”

“Got it in one, dudette.”

“Alright, Adrien. I understand what you did and why you think you had to go that route. I’m not even going to suggest that for a teen dealing with one trauma after another, it wasn’t a reasonable plan. But if she ever escapes, you will have to run the bakery while I hunt her down, and then you’ll need someone else to run COCCINELLE. I promise she will not be available. Ever.”

Well, that went better than I thought it would.

End: Chapter 13

Next: She’s the Mom

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Matching Bracelet’s: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 1.2k

description: Eddie and Serafina were best friends and in love with one another in middle school before she moved..Now almost six years later Eddie learns that she’s back.  

"You like my bracelet Henderson?" Eddie asked Dustin who had been staring at the chunk of silver for the last twenty minutes.

"I do... it just looks a lot like the one our friend Serafina wears." Dustin said making Eddie stop eating because he hadn't heard that name in ages.

"She's in town?" Eddie asked because the last time he saw you was in middle school before you moved to California and you two lost touch.

"Yeah she moved back over the summer, I think she mentioned something about taking care of her grandpa." Mike said shrugging his shoulders as Eddie sat there processing the info about his first true love being back.

"Did you ever ask her about the bracelet?" Eddie asked after a few minutes.

"Yeah, all she says is that someone special gave it to her a long time ago and if you wanted to know she lives next door to Mike." Dustin said.

Eddie nodded his head as he couldn't believe that she was back after all these years. The two of them had been best friends before with Eddie being a year ahead of her, but promising to show her the ropes when she got to high school. He remembers how heartbroken he was when learned that she was moving because of her mom's new job and he remembers giving her the bracelet as a way to confess his feeling without really doing so.

"That way we'll always be together and you won't forget me." He said clasping the bracelet around your wrist.

"As if I could ever forget you, Eddie. I'm going to miss you." You said wrapping your arms around him slowly fighting the tears.

"I'm going to miss you sweetheart." He said tightening his grip on you as he fought his own tears.

Eddie was nervous, to say the least as he stood by the van waiting for Dustin and Mike to get her. I mean would she even remember him? Did she even want to see him, I mean why didn't she come to see him when she got back to town?

Serafina sighed as she heard the doorbell ring, it had been a long day, and was ready to relax. She opened the door and saw Dustin and Mike standing there but what caught her attention was the van parked in the driveway.

"Hi, guys, what brings you by?" She said greeting them with the handshake they had all come up with.

"Umm, there's an old friend who would like to say to you." Dustin said as her eyes lifted from his and over to the van where a boy who reminded her a lot of Ozzy stood, only when she really focused on him did she realize who it is.

"Eddie?" She asked almost as if she wasn't sure as they approached each other.

"Yeah, it's me, sweetheart." He said smiling as she threw her arms around him.

"I've missed you, where have you been hiding?" She asked him.

"I should be asking you that question but I missed you too. Do you have time to catch up?" He asked her as they pulled apart.

"For you always." She said saying her goodbyes to the two younger boys as she lead Eddie into her house.

The two of them walked down the hall towards her room where she let him head in first while she check on her grandpa to make sure he didn't need anything. Eddie walked into her room admiring how decorated her walls were with various posters of her favorite movies and music, he laughed at the Prince poster above her bed, but what caught his attention the most was the picture of him and her from middle school that sat on her dresser.

"Sorry about that, it's just with his health issues lately I like to check on him." She said walking into the room.

"No need to apologize, how is he doing? I feel bad that I stopped coming by and checking in on him." He said taking a seat on her bed.

"Umm not too good, his heart is really weak and my mom can't afford to hire someone so I offered to take some time off of college and take care of him. Eds don't feel bad, he understands and still thinks so highly of you." She said.

"I know but it's just that it's when he told me that you were coming home that Christmas and you didn't, I was disappointed, and then it seemed like that's when stopped talking so it felt weird to keep coming by." He said making her sigh as she remembers how heartbroken she was that Christmas.

"Eds I wanted to come home that Christmas to see him and you but something happens that not even knows about...he thinks I got sick but in actually I was....." She said swallowing the lump in the throat as she remember what had happened that Christmas.

"Hey...Hey, you don't have to tell me if you're not ready..." He said squeezing her hand.

"No, you deserve to know why one day I just stopped calling and visiting which was really hard for me to do and I hate myself every day for allowing that to happen...Like I don't deserve to still have someone like you in life."  She said as the tears slid down her face.  

"Sweetheart look at me..... I can tell something happened to you but even if that wasn't the case for us drifting apart I wouldn't be mad because it was bound to happen but I'm going to always be here for you no matter what...... I love you, Serafina." He said making her eyes widen at his confession.

"You love me?" She asked quietly unsure if she heard him right.

"Fuck! That wasn't supposed to come out at least not yet." He said running a hand through his hair.

"Well if it's any consolation I've been in love with you since middle school." She said making him look at her.

"You have?" He asked her.

"I have I just didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to ruin our friendship and then as I thought about telling you that's when I got news of us moving so I decided to keep my mouth shut figuring it was too late to say anything but my feelings never died." She said looking at him.

The next she knows is that his lips are on hers after all this time, and boy was it everything she imagined it would be. They stayed like this for a few minutes with her finding their way to his until they had to break for air.

"God that was better than Imagined." He said leaning his forehead against hers.

"You imagined kissing me?" She mused as he rolled her eyes.

"Every day before and after you left.... you know me giving this bracelet as a way to confess my feelings without doing so." He said making her smile.

"I never took it off, because even when we drifted apart...I knew you were always there for me..." She said making him smile.

"Where does this leave us, sweetheart?" He asked after a few minutes.

"As much as I would love to jump into a relationship I've dreamed about for ages, I think we need to spend some time catching up and re-getting to know each other and if you don't want to do that then I understand." She said.

"Are you kidding me, sweetheart? I waited almost six years to tell you that I was in love with you, so I think I can manage to wait a little longer." He said giving her another squeeze and placing another kiss on her lips.

[mindofharry]

In which Harry bets on Y/N and she finds out.

SMUT AND ANGST INCLUDED! (also listen to no time to die while reading!!!) FEEDBACK WELCOME AS ALWAYS!! :-) HAPPY READING!

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It started out as a small joke.

Harry never meant to let it go on for this long, it was meant to be for one date, he’d get his money and forget all about Y/N. But he’s two months in and he does not want to stop falling.

The bet was to ask Y/N the nerd out for a date, if he got all the way through the date and a kiss at the end of the night he’d get a chunk of money, plus Adam said he’d do his laundry for a week.

“There she is, good luck Haz!” Mitch laughed and Harry chuckled.

“Look at her! I won’t need it.” Harry said fixing his coat and walking over to Y/N. He had to admit, she was pretty beautiful. But never his type and being with her could pretty much taint his reputation forever. She sat with her head in her phone, braids sitting on her shoulders, glasses way too big for face and denim dungarees that did not suit her at all.

“Hey, Y/N right?” Harry asked pulling out a seat, not waiting for her permission and sitting right in front of her. Y/N’s eyes widened and put down her phone. Harry Styles, the most popular and attractive boy on campus was sitting in front of me? He must need tutoring she thought. So Y/N welcomed him with a warm - yet hesitant - smile.

“Yeah, Harry i’m surprised you’re sitting with me.” Y/N said and Harry acted shocked.

Y/N giggled at the look on his face, “Well, couldn’t leave a beautiful girl sitting all alone, could I?” Harry asked leaning forward. Y/N blushed and bit her lip. She felt super special right now, like all the bullying was just insecurity. If Harry Styles thought she was beautiful, maybe she actually was?

“I was wondering, if you’re not busy, you’d like to go out to eat with me? A date?”

Y/N opened her mouth and closed it again. “This is not some impractical joke right?” She laughed and Harry kind of felt the guilt creep in, but he kept his facade and smiled.

“Never. I like you. I want to treat you to dinner, can I?” He asked and Y/N giggled and slapped a hand over her mouth blushing furiously. Harry genuinely laughed at her, she quickly recovered and nodded.

“I’d like that, Harry.”

“Text me your address. I’ll pick you up.”

The rest was history. Harry picked Y/N up and never looked back, he fell for her. Hard. And Y/N fell even harder — He was like lemonade on a warm day, picking flowers in a field, finally letting your hair down after a long down. Harry felt like home to her, she had never had that before. Y/N felt safe with him, ultimately the bullying stopped when they announced their relationship. Not that she was with him for that reason, but Y/N was protected. She had finally found a guy who accepted her, who loved her for her.

“I can’t believe you’re still going. I’m gonna have to pay you like a thousand dollars, man.” Mitch laughed and Harry grunted.

“Yeah, I’m not interested in the money anymore.” Harry said and the boys frowned. Adam cackled, “Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for the nerd.” Adam asked, Harry looked around and the boys sighed.

“You’re a wanker.” Mitch said and placed down his card.

“But at least he’s committed right?”

“You can’t let Y/N find out about this. I was her first everything, it would break her.” Harry said and Mitch shrugged. Adam took a sip from his drink, “What’s in it for me?” He asked and Harry took out his wallet. “Five hundred dollars to keep your fucking mouth shut.” Harry growled, putting the money on the table. Adams eyes widened as he picked up the money and counted it.

“You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?” Mitch asked and Harry nodded.

“I can’t lose her. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Harry left shortly after and headed back to his apartment where Y/N was staying for the weekend. He was excited to see her, to kiss her. But he couldn’t help but feel the guilt creeping in and taking over. Harry drove home with a lot on his mind. Should he tell her? Never tell her? God, what the fuck had he done?

“Baby? That you?” Y/N called out as she messed around in the kitchen. Harry sighed and leaned his head against the front door. “I made your favourite! Well, I had to face time your mum for the recipe but I think i’ve mastered it!” Y/N said wiping her hands on her apron as Harry walked in the kitchen. Y/N smiled and walked around to Harry placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Rough day” She pouted and Harry nodded.

“You could say that.”

Y/N pouted again, “Want me to fix that for you?” She asked pulling against his belt and wiggling her eyebrows. Harry laughed and pulled her against him.

“Get down on your knees then.”

And so she did, happily. Taking him out of his boxers, kissing along his length and tip before taking his whole cock in her mouth. Harry leaned his head back and thrusted into her mouth, Y/N moaned and looked up at her boy.

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as she fondled with his balls.

“My day is already so much better.” Harry moaned, pulling her up against him again.

“Now let me taste you puppy.”

The dinner was forgotten and the night was long, sensational and everything Y/N had ever dreamed about.

That was until she got a message off of Adam.

She furrowed her brows and leaned over to get a closer look at her phone, Harry groaned against her but just snuggled closer as Y/N played the message.

Adam (Harry’s friend) ❤️: thought you might want to see this. i won’t lie, i was involved, but it’s gone on for far too long. Always here if you need me.

PLAY VIDEO MESSAGE!

Y/N pressed play and held her phone to her ear, She heard Mitch first.

“There she is, good luck Haz!”

“Look at her! I won’t need it.”

She instantly recognised Harry’s voice. Who was he referring to?

“I can’t believe you’re still going. I’m gonna have to pay you like a thousand dollars, man.”

Why were they talking about money? What the fuck was going on.

“Baby, you ok?” Harry asked and Y/N put her hand up to stop him talking.

“Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for the nerd.”

She let out a sob, “You can’t let Y/N find out about this. I was her first everything, it would break her.”

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Harry asked as he watched her get out of bed.

“Fuck you! I was just a fucking bet all this time? I let you take my virginity, you fucking fuck face.” Y/N screamed and through the phone at him.

“Baby, I was going to tell you! And I didn’t take any of the money.” Harry said trying to reason with her. “I love you!” He said and Y/N shook her head grabbing her hoodie from the bottom of the bed.

“No! Fuck you. I am not some nerd you can mess around with. I am smart, I am not stupid. I may be naive, but i’m not an idiot. Don’t ever contact me again.” Y/N snarled.

Harry’s eyes watered, “Please… Baby….”

“You’ll regret it if you ever come near me again.”

[confuzzled-crow77]

Broke the Internet 2.0: 

Every single thought that’s going through this smooth brain of mine is going down, so buckle up, bitches, this is either going to be super boring or super cliche or super regretful >:) 

I shouldn’t have eaten half a bowl of semi-sweet chocolate chips. 

Why is there 1800s crime sitcom music on in the background. It’s goddamn good music

What is happening? Where are we going? This is making me uncomfortable. They’re panning the entire clearing with this music in the background and I can feel veins in my neck tensing up. 

I swear what is this music from? If you’ve watched this episode you know what I’m talking about. It’s really good and I love it but what’s the purpose of this 

How long has Owen had a white flower in his hair? That’s pretty. 

Puddy loves Owen’s poetry!! 😭

Yeah, where has Rasbi been? I mean, the forest, but it’s kinda disappointing that their relationship has kinda faded away. 

OML VERSACE NOBODY FICKNG CARES GET OUTTA HERE 

Ad. 

If Puddy dies I’m going to blow up my phone. 

Wait did they say how Graecie was doing? Dang it did I zone out again? I’m not going back but either I forget or they didn’t mention. 

“Hee-ah.” 

Wait wtf is that LAVA why is there lava in a- woah goddamn. 

OW MY GUVKIGBGTJUMV (fucking thumb) I tore a chunk of my skin off on the side of my thumb and now it’s bleeding 

I find it amazing how Owen turns fans spamming for him to find Apo into a dark, torn mind hearing voices inside his head scream to go into somewhere he swore not to. 

Tf why are you not taking your diamond bow and stacks of arrows? Also why are you taking up THREE SPACES in your inventory with three dandelions that could be discarded or grouped together? Whatever

Apo just build different, ma dude. 

Okay am I stupid? Where did the water go? In between all the platforms there used to be water and now it’s all drained out 

Honestly hats off to Owen for not committing. I’d be long gone with the weight of the deaths and being trapped for years and ultimately failing 

HOLY SHIT WOAH APO VOICE YAAAAAAAAY!!! God that came outta nowhere. 

Okay theories: he says it’s difficult to explain about his body - he has a new one that he obtained through bad crimes. It might just be me reading the second Scythe book where a dudes head is fitted on someone else’s body to survive but ya know. But then he wouldn’t have the same voice. Some kind of regeneration or reincarnation or transference of consciousness. Hes done awful things to live and that’s why they eventually fight. He was saved by the people who created the maze. He was tortured and killed over and over by the creators of the maze. (Paused video to write this down) 

wtf oooooooh this is an animated part? Was Owen in a society that Hunted Apo’s people? 

I’m so confused on who is who. Hats off to the artist this is really great. This is “it,” isn’t it? Right? But I’m so confused and I’m missing a lot. Well I assume this guy is Owen and he is doing a lot of bad so that kinda aliens with what I said. Ohhhhggg insane smile. That is Owen okay. He killer Apo’s people? He hates Apo and Rasbi. The person he killed looks like Rasbi. Gimme a hot second I need to rewatch that 

Dude with insane smile is Owen. Wait but if they’re fighting why is the guy with the horns- oh so there was a peace treaty? So he’s angry at the peace treaty and so he kills everyone? Both sides? 

OH MY GOD IM SO STUPIDDDDDDDD 

So he was a bad person! DID I WRITE THAT DOWN AND POST IT HERE??? BY GOD I BETTER HAVE 

So different districts look differently, more or less like humans or demons 

No I was right. He got angry at the peace treaty so he started killing from both sides. 

Bro stop saying YOUR KIND. 

AHHHHH HERE IT IS

HERE IS IT

I KNOW 

“YOU ARE A DISEASE ON THE FACE OF THIS EARTH”

“AND I AM ITS CURE”

Bye Apo. BYE APO. GO APO. TEN SECONDS. BYE. 

BYE APO APO FUCKING GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO 

NO WAR OF HEARTS 

APO PIE 

FUCKING ADS

NO NO NOWHFJWJRHE NO NO NO WORHWJDJ NO NO NO RUCKING ETOP NO JO WJD NO NO 

NO STOP DTOPNPLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP 

NO DONT 

PLEASE STOP 

No Apo you didn’t. 

Outsiders SMP Thoughts Journal! ;P

Heyyyy, so I’m watching the first five episodes of the Outsiders SMP and I thought I’d record my thoughts. I’ve never watched an SMP so this is going to be a very different experience. If you’re a fan and I say bad stuff I’m genuinely sorry; I’m sure it’s just not my thing. But who knows?

Here’s to @uni-amaly who is the mega fan who got me to do this.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Episode 1: So, I have read the first book of the Maze Runners. I think the concept is very interesting but it’s not my FAVORITE book. Let’s see if Outsiders does any better. First thoughts are: this is weird. And not the story or anything, just…I dunno, it’s Minecraft and it kinda takes me out of it. But I’m literally four minutes in.

“Is that blood?” “It’s ketchup.” “I’m not sure I want my name written in ketchup on a wall-“

Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Why not mustard?

Love Owen’s accent. I’m a sucker for accents.

Oeca is my favorite. Hes so unhinged I love him: “you guys wanna play a fun game where I throw a knife in the air-“ “NO NO NO.” And that’s the literal first thing he shows a complete stranger. 😭

Wait I’m confused. Owen has a British accent but he said “toe-MAY-toes” instead of “toe-maw-toes.” 🤨

Love how as soon as the other lady person says goodnight he immediately starts having an existential crisis.

Also confession: I have zero idea who any of these YouTubers are. So really going into this raw. Gonna watch episode two in a hot moment!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

sweet as honey, hard as nails

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; fingering, fisting, squirting, kidnapping, spanking/whipping, some allusions to breeding.

This is dark! nomad Steve Rogers x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You’re trapped by more than four walls, trapped between the past and the present.

Note: Thanks to @lokislastlove​ for helping me brainstorm. I was just hungering for some good nomad.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The light pad of your feet on the wooden floor was punctuated by the metallic clink, softened as you stepped onto the rug between the couch and the fireplace. You barely noticed the subtle weight around your ankle anymore. You barely remembered anything but those walls, the quilt spread neatly over the bed, the portrait of a woman in a Victorian era farm dress watching a field of sheep, the wooden bowl you filled with fruit from the garden.

The dress flowed around your figure as you strode to the counter and filled the sink with hot water from the tap. You slid the stack of plates into the suds and dropped the utensils on top. You watched the basin fill and took a gulp of the pollen-laced air blowing in through the open window before you. 

From there, you could see the garden and the swing that faced the endless forest. You could hear the birds and the critters chirping and searching for food. You sometimes saw the tawny fur of a deer between the brush or the red tail of a fox. The serenity of the place was deceiving.

You focused on your work, the plates printed with pinecones around the trim. They were old but worthless antiques, each piece in the cupboard matched, uniform and perfect, just like the life built for you in that cabin. You drained the sink and dried the dishes one at a time as you hummed. You were tone deaf but there wasn’t much else you could do to fill the lull.

You closed the cupboard and hung the towel on the bar. You looked at your wrinkled hands as you strode blindly around the couch. The metal at your ankle stopped you as the long chain wrapped around the furniture in your carelessness. You stopped and stared at the door and the heavy iron bolt above the handle.

Your eyes clung to the dark wood but you saw beyond. In your mind, you descended those steep stairs and sat against the cold concrete again. You closed your eyes. Don’t think of it, don’t. It only made it all worse.

⛓️then⛓️

You shivered as you hugged yourself in the corner of the dark space. There was no light, only shadows around you. It was cold and only the fleece blanket left for you kept you from chattering uncontrollably. You blew into your hands and sank down further as you heard the footsteps again, just above you on the groaning wooden floor.

It was an hour, maybe two, since you’d woken in that place. Your head hurt and a fog obscured your mind. You remember the beach, your sister laughing as you hopped from one leg to the other and whined that you would end up peeing in the water. You slipped into your sandals and left her on her towel. 

You heard the choppy waves, the lake growing more and more uneven in the last days of summer. You went early before the afternoon made the water too cold to bear. The sand weighed down your steps and you didn’t know if you’d make it in time.

You flew into the stinky stall just between the parking lot and the trails down to the lake. You hovered over the hole and relieved yourself with a shaky moan. It hurt but felt so good. You rinsed your hands in the foot-pump sink and swung the door open. That’s as far as you remembered.

The footsteps stopped at the door that stood at the top of the stairs, as they had several times before. You couldn’t reach them as the chain around your ankle kept you on the other side of the musty basement. That time, the latch turned and the door opened slowly with a creak. A light broke the blackness and a figure appeared above you.

You counted his steps, eleven. It was a him, you could tell by his broad silhouette, the way he walked, almost like a soldier. When he got to the bottom, he set something down on the bottom step and marched through the dark to the corner opposite you. You trembled but not from the cold.

Click. The lantern glowed suddenly and cast his tall form in a yellow haze. He turned back, you could make out his nose, long and slightly bent in the middle, his square jaw and the thick fuzz of his beard, and the line of his brow above the shadowed eyes. He went back to the stairs and took the tupperware and the water bottle. He neared and set them down before you.

You leaned into the wall and covered your face. You were terrified, still in nothing more but your onepiece beneath the blanket. You smelled like the lake, the sand, and the sun. He knelt and pulled the lid off the container. You still didn’t move, hiding behind your hands as you tried not to cry.

“Eat,” he said tersely.

You didn’t move, didn’t look, just hoped you could dissolve into the wall. He said your name and you gulped loudly. You parted your fingers and looked between them at him. You still couldn’t make out his whole face, just the shape of it, just the impenetrable wall of his body.

“Go on, eat,” he ordered again, “and don’t forget your manners.”

You slowly dropped your hands and reached over the top of the blanket. You kept your eyes on him, afraid he might grab you, hit you, or worse. You took a piece of the cut up chicken breast with your fingers as he nodded and stood.

“Thank you,” you rasped.

“Good girl,” he said and retreated, “you keep it up and you won’t be down here too long.”

⛓️now⛓️

You flinched and your trance broke. Your eyes were wet and you quickly wiped the tears away before they could trickle down your cheeks. You turned away and retraced your steps so that the chain slackened at your ankle. You went back to the counter and gripped the edge. You gazed out the window but not for too long, it only hurt more.

You pulled out the thick flanks of venison from the fridge and seasoned them, rubbing the cold meat until it was fragrant. You chopped it into chunks and fried it in a pan, the natural fat and oil spitting out at you.

You mixed together the dough in a bowl and rolled out the pastry thin before you laid it in the pan. You added veggies to the mix on the stove and added some more spice. You used the dripping for a gravy and added it back in. You filled the shell and crimped the edges as you stretched the top of the pie over the savoury innards.

You turned on the small stove, a fixture straight out of the sixties, and shoved the pie onto the rack. You rinsed your hands one last time and your eyes were drawn back to the window. You heard the crunch of leaves and fervent breaths, whimpers as another set of steps hammer close behind. You close your eyes.

⛓️then⛓️

You had no shoes, your naked feet scratched and scraped in the twigs and dirty, errant branches catching at your dress and whipping your bare arms. You didn’t know where you were going, you didn’t know where you were, you just needed to run until you found someone who could save you. Until he couldn’t find you.

You heard him getting closer and closer. He was fast and you were unused to physical activity. It was months since you’d left the cabin. Two, maybe. It was cold and your feet throbbed from the bite of the air.  You veered between the trees and your foot caught. You cried out as you plummeted into the leaves and rolled over as the rope clung to your ankle. You’d stepped right into a trap.

You loosened it, the knot meant for nothing more than a rabbit, but as you stood, you were knocked onto your ass. He stood above you and kicked you onto your back. He planted his foot on your chest and scowled down at you, his blues eyes bore into you angrily.

“Bad girl,” he pushed on your chest until you wheezed, “you’re going back to the basement.”

“No, no, no,” you slapped at him as he removed his foot and bent to lift you up, “please--”

“Shut up,” he growled as he dragged you back to the path, “it’ll be harder this time, don’t make it worse than you already have.”

⛓️now⛓️

You gasped as your eyes flicked open. The rumble of the engine reverberated and faded into the trees as the faded green truck pulled up before the low fences. The motor shut off and the man hopped out on the other side. You watched as he went to the bed and opened it, he pulled out and crate that he held under one arm and an odd leather suitcase in the other.

He saw you through the window and smiled. You batted your lashes and forced yourself to smile back. You went to the door and opened it for him. He kicked off his tan boots and strode inside as you waited patiently. He stepped over the chain and plopped his goods on the table.

“You miss me, honey pie?” he asked, “mmm, it smells good in here.”

“I did… dear,” you used the epithet that made him happy, that kept him placid, “I made steak pie.”

“Yum,” he unclasped the briefcase and paused as he looked at you, “I have a surprise for you.”

“You went to the city?”

“Why I left so early. Don’t you remember? I kissed you goodbye but you were sleepy so,” his thumbs rubbed the tarnished clasps.

“I remember,” you said, “I figured since you took the truck.”

“This is for you,” he said, “a surprise.”

“A surprise?” you blinked and watched his hands.

He opened the lid of the briefcase and revealed the interior with a ‘ta da’. You looked over the record player, the knobs worn and the upholster of the lid frayed. “It’s used, but it works.”

He reached over and slid the crate closer, “I grabbed whatever they had that wasn’t gospel.”

You didn’t move to look at the records or to admire the Victrola. You were too stunned. Not that he brought you a surprise, he always brought you small things, new dresses or a little figurine. Stuff you didn’t like but pretended to for his sake, but more so your own.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

It was so long since you’d heard music. You knew that it was close to a year now. The days grew shorter, the air cooler, and the garden was at the end of its bloom. It was a lovely present from your keeper, the keeper you could never love.

“Thank you,” you whispered but still didn’t touch any of it. You cleared your throat, “thank you, Steve.”

“You okay?” he touched your shoulder. You learned not to flinch, that made him angry.

“You didn’t have to… do that,” you said.

“You’ve been good, you earned it,” he rubbed your arm, “there’s more in the truck. Why don’t you get it set up while I unload?”

“Yes, dear,” you nodded.

He bent and kissed your cheek, then caught your chin and laid a deeper kiss on your lips. You felt the shudder, the hunger, he wanted you that night, like most nights.

He went back outside and you hauled the record player to the table beside the fireplace. You plugged it in and went back to get the records. You sorted through until you found a familiar name. You took out the vinyl and checked for scratches before you laid it on the deck. You dropped the needle and it crackled before the melody began.

‘Oh my baby's comin home tomorrow

Ain't that good news

Man, ain't that news

Baby's coming home tomorrow

Ain't that news

Man, ain't that news’

⛓️then⛓️

The hammering stopped and Steve stood up. You watched him through the window as he replaced the tool in the metal box and closed it up. He tossed it back in the truck bed and came back through the open door of the cabin. It was spring, the long winter was over, a winter mostly spent below, and he wanted to clean up the garden.

He went to the hoop drilled into the floor and unlocked the chain from it. He tugged on it and led you outside like a dog on a leash and looped it through the one he’d just set into the concrete base. He yanked and tested its sturdiness then dropped the links. He dusted off his hands and looked around.

“Now you can come out and help,” he declared, “you should be able to reach everything you need. And I’m almost done the swing. We’ll be able to sit out here in the evenings.”

“Thank you, dear,” you recited the words, a habit you were almost compulsive about.

“Your welcome, honey pie,” he neared and kissed your forehead, “you understand right? Now that you’re back up here, you have to be good.”

“Yes, dear,” you swallowed your despair and smiled stiffly.

“We’re starting over,” he touched your cheek, “I forgive you.”

“Thank you…. dear,” you brushed your hand against his and he tilted his head. His other went to the sleeve of your dress and traced over your collarbone. He picked at the lace trim along the chest. His eyes darkened and he bit his lip.

⛓️now⛓️

You unclipped the cotton from the line and watched the leaves sway along the tree line. You shook the memory from your head. That night, the first night he’d… It happened so many times since, what did it matter?

You dropped the laundry into the wicker and lifted the basket. You went back to the door and stopped. He’d changed the record and the music kept the stifling silence from suffocating you. You stood in the doorway and watched his shoulders as he read.

“Dear,” you said carefully, “I’m ready to come inside.”

He put the book face down on the arm and stood. He crossed to you and you stepped just inside to let him past. He dragged his hand across your stomach as he sidled through the door. He disappeared for a moment and returned with the chain in hand. He secured it in its hook by the bed and you closed the door.

“Once I fold this, dinner should be ready,” you said.

“Alright,” he replied but sounded glum, “you work so hard, honey pie.”

“Yes, dear,” you set the basket on the bed and pulled out one of his shirts.

He was quiet as he sat. You felt him watching you. You stacked the shirts and went to grab hangers for your dresses. With the chain, all you could wear were dresses. Besides, there was no point in trying to be modest.

“You like the player?” he asked.

“Very much, dear,” you said, “it is a nice surprise.”

“Well, really, it’s an anniversary gift…” he remarked.

“Anniversary?” you trembled, only slightly as you pulled the dress over the hanger.

“It’s been one year. Can you believe that?”

“One year?” you repeated, “that’s… amazing.”

“Yeah, I mean, I can hardly remember what it was like before you. Feels like it’s been longer than that.”

“Happy anniversary, dear,” you said numbly and hung the last dress. You put away his clothes in the chest and put the basket back in the corner.

As you turned, you were startled to see him at the foot of the bed. He stared at the pattern of the quilt, his hands on his hips. He never had to say what he wanted, if you made him, it would be worse. You blanched and quickly scurried over. You shook as you climbed onto the mattress and pulled up your skirt.

“Dear?” you quivered as you lifted your dress up your chest. He leaned a knee on the bed and stopped you.

“No, later,” he said as he pushed the fabric back down, “and I want you to keep this on tonight.”

“Okay,” you sat back on your heels as his hands rested on your sides. His eyes lingered on your stomach. He looked sad.

“Dinner should be ready, right?” he drew away, “it smells ready.”

⛓️then⛓️

“I was out all day hunting and I come back to this!” Steve huffed, “you haven’t even started dinner.”

“I lost track of time, dear, I’m sorry--”

“You will be,” he snarled as he crossed his arms, “take off your dress and turn around.”

“Please--”

“Quiet,” he barked and his jaw ticked.

You sniffed and took the dress off. You dropped it over the edge of the couch and neared him. You turned around and he sighed darkly. He grabbed your shoulders and directed you over to the table. He pushed until you were bent over it.

“Stay,” he snarled, “I didn’t want it to come to this but you need to learn.”

You closed your eyes and braced the wood as you readied for another spanking. Your breath caught hover as you heard the subtle tinkle of metal. The leather rested against your ass and Steve tutted.

“I love you, honey pie,” he said, “that’s why I have to do this.”

The first strike was like fire, it burned your skin. The second was worse and you cried out. Your body wracked with sobs as he continued and by the dozenth or so, it hurt even when he wasn’t hitting you.

“I’ll do better,” you whimpered, “please, I’ll do better.”

⛓️now⛓️

You took Steve’s empty plate and your own and rinsed them off. You took the sponge and cleaned them completely and left them in the rack. You heard him behind you and you dried your hands before turning back to him. He stood with his back to you, he was looking at something.

You went to him and he looked at you as you came around the couch. He smiled, almost embarrassed, it was too late to hide what he was holding. He chuckled and held up the sleepers; one in pink and one in blue. “I got one of each… in case…”

You stood speechless. You knew it was a possibility, almost a certainty, but you tracked your periods almost religiously. So far, you’d been lucky. The idea of being out here with a child on top of everything else was more frightening than anything he’d done.

You spun away and covered your face. You began to cry. You couldn’t help it. It was a promise, a promise that you would never get away.

“What’s wrong, honey pie? I thought you’d like them--”

You shook your head but couldn’t stop. You walked away from him, the chain dragging loudly and you fell helplessly to your knees. Fuck him! Fuck him! You bent and beat on the wooden floor as you sobbed.

“Stop this,” his voice turned firm, “you’re being ridiculous.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” you muttered, “please, I can’t-- I can’t--”

“Don’t be a bad girl,” he warned as he came close, “now it’s our anniversary. Let’s celebrate.”

“I don’t want to,” you uttered, “I never wanted--”

He grabbed you around the waist and wrenched you up. He forced you over to the bed and pushed you onto it. He growled as you turned onto your back and gaped up at him.

“You know what happens to bad girls,” he sneered, “so you have one minute to suck it up and be good.”

You rubbed your eyes and wiped away the wetness from your cheeks. He took off his tee and flung it into the basket, then his jeans, socks, and underwear. His muscles bulged through his skin and his arousal bobbed before him as he came up to the foot off the bed. You got to your knees and gripped your skirts in your sweaty hands.

“How do you want me?” you said crisply as your throat squeezed. The lump stayed lodged firmly there as a nail was set deep in your skull.

“Mouth, first, honey pie, you know I like a warm up,” he stroked his dick and wiggled it.

You crawled to the end of the bed and replaced his hand with yours. Your breath glossed over his tip and you opened your mouth around him. He groaned and gripped his hips as he tilted his pelvis forward. You sank down until he was at your throat and you moved your hand in time with your mouth, easing the intrusion of his length.

“Mmm, that’s it, honey pie,” he purred as his hands went to your shoulders.

Your spit spread down his dick and slicked the motion of your hand. You gulped and gagged as he pushed on your shoulders and you sped up. You bobbed your head steadily. It was a habit, a pattern, you did it all so mechanically. It was easier if you looked at it like just another chore.

He grasped your shoulders and urged you away from him. Saliva dripped from your mouth and down your chin. You wiped your face with the back of your hand and reached to your dress. Finish him quickly and you might be done… maybe, or it would be another endless night.

“No, I said keep it on,” he spun his finger in the air, “let me see your ass.”

You turned around and gathered up the skirt of your dress. You bent over on your elbows as your legs stuck out off the edge of the bed. He kneaded the flesh and hummed as he pulled your cheeks apart. He pushed his dick between them and slid it up and down.

He reached under you and rubbed your clit. His other hand glided up your back and held your shoulder. You were wet, you couldn’t help that even if you hated it. He pushed two fingers inside without warning, then a third. Even after all this time, you were never used to the stretching, even just his fingers.

“Mmm, honey pie, you are so wet,” he stepped back and bent to push his face between your legs. You arched as his lip flicked along your folds and his fingers slipped out to follow it, “you taste so good.”

He stood straight again and licked his fingers clean noisily. He shoved them back into you roughly. He pulled in and out and added his pink. You whined as he got deeper and deeper. He’d never used more than three at a time.

“You think you can take all of it?” he asked.

“Wha--” you voice cracked as he folded his thumb against his palm and poked at your entrance, your juices spreading over his hand as he fucked you, “Ste--”

You gasped as he got his whole hand inside. He seemed surprised too and he bent over you as he forced himself in to his wrist. Your cunt sucked at him hungrily and the noises filled the desolate cabin.

“Good girl,” he slithered as you squeezed around him and his other hand searched for your clit, “look at that, huh?”

He sped up and your arms collapsed. Your head was on the bed as he kept your ass up and played with your bud as he kept his other hand moving inside of you. You whined and moan as the fullness sparked your core and your thighs began to quake. You puffed wildly and grasped the quilt as your orgasm hit and gushed down his arm.

“Oh, honey pie,” he slipped out of you slowly and pulled his other hand away, “what a start.”

He grabbed your skirt with his wet hand and bunched it as he stepped up behind you. He pressed his tip to your entrance and glided in easily. Your walls gripped him even tighter than before, still pulsing from your climax. He reached his limit and grunted.

“Such a good girl,” he purred as he moved his hips slowly, a smooth rock as his free hand stretched over your ass.

You murmured and mewled as he tilted into you. His motion built steadily until his skin clapped against yours. He twisted your dress until it was tight around your middle and he stopped to push you forward on the bed. You dragged yourself up as he climbed onto his knees behind you. 

He picked up his former pace and the bed shook beneath you. He lifted one leg over yours and then the other and pushed them together. He stayed inside of your and leaned on you until you were slat on your stomach. He straddled you as he pushed his shoulders up and gripped the straps of your dress. He rutted into you without restraint as the pressure around him was even more unbearable.

Your cunt quivered around him again and your head lolled back and forth. His hips snapped up against your ass as his thick breaths added to the heat all around you. He snaked a hand beneath you to grope your tit and his other gripped your head. He jerked into you sharply and you cried out, his next thrust sporadic but just as deep.

He spilled into you and your cunt milked him eagerly. You went limp as you spasmed and let the waves swell and crash around you. When he stilled, he stayed inside of you and ran his hands up and down your back.

Once you caught your breath, he began to move again. You were sore and battered. Even if he fucked you every night, it was always too much, and the ache never really left. You moaned and he spread his body over yours, cocooning you in his warmth as he kept his hips rocking.

“Good girl,” he gritted, “good girl,” he pet your head as he kissed your cheek and kept fucking you, “so good for me, honey pie.”

The same day over and over. The same words every night. Again and again and again and again.