#and making a seprate little area for him

[j0ht0-gh0sthunt3r]

my dad’s off from work early today, so he’s coming back to New Bark for the rest of the week :)

[anthracite-writes]

Obey Me! Dating Headcanons (SFW)

ft. The seven rules of the Underworld (The demon brothers) - SEPRATE Reader type - X GN! reader

NOTE: These are just my personal headcanons for the brothers I’ve had for the 3 years I’ve been playing this game and what I think I think would fit them, if some of the headcanons are may be very OOC - apologies in advance.

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 !!: What it's like dating the 7 brothers + love languages NOT PROOF READ - APOLOGIZES IF THERE'S TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS!!!

𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻

Love language? Quality time, Acts of Service, and Words of Affirmation. He'll open doors for you, prepares you lunch, would occasionally ask if you need anything at random times.

Hands full? Don't worry, he'll take those off your hands. Sad? Boom, he made you your comfort food and got comfort snacks. You're busy studying? He'll come in and check on you every so often to ask if you want anything to drink or eat.

Invites you to spend time with him in his study while he works on the copious amount of paperwork or even to spend time with him in his bedroom as he listens to his music.

When you're together like in his study or his room, he'll pull you onto his lap. Just wanting you near him when it's just the two of you.

Constantly praises you - "You never cease to amaze me Y/N", "I'm so proud of you". Will acknowledge your achievements no matter how small they are to everyone else.

Dates? Long walks at night, listening party in his room, dinner dates, list goes on.

Man just loves spending time with you.

Probably in denial with how protective he is over you. "I'm just a little overprotective over you. That's all."

Out in public? Holding hands, hand around your waist. He's on a mission to let people know you're already taken.

Def. overworks into late into the night so you have to force him to to go to bed. Either he goes willingly or you have to drag him to bed.

WAYYY to prideful to admit he longs for your cuddles, hugs, and over all touch when he's in bed

Calls you 'my love' or 'my little angel/lamb'

Fav. areas to kiss? Hands, neck, lips for sure.

𝓜𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷

Love Language? Gift giving/receiving

Man's broke so, expect a lot hand made gifts.

Firm believer he’s a really crafty person, not the best but he puts a lot of effort into the handmade gifts

Gifts a lot of cool found objects he finds when he’s out and about (shiny stones, cool bottle caps, etc)

Ya know… because his animal is a crow.

LOVES to give "just because" flowers [Hand pick from the woods around the House of Lamentation]

Finds a cool rock? 'Hey! Y/N, I found this rock and I thought of you because it's cool!'

Calls you 'Human', 'Dummy', 'my lucky charm' list goes on.

No, really. You literally are his lucky charm when he's gambling - Well, that's what he usually says despite how much he loses.

Dang, he actually won? He'll immediately spend it on getting gifts for you. Clothes, shoes, accessories.

Extremely caring towards you, seeing you upset or just slightly down - he'll do anything to cheer you up, no matter what; he will cheer you up.

There is never a boring moment with him. There's just always something going on with him.

Someone is picking on you? Oh, don't worry. he will make a scene. And a big on at that.

'Oh no you don't! The only person that gets to pick on Y/N, is ME!' 'AYO! The job of picking on them is already taken! Scram!'

Fav. places to kiss? Cheeks, forehead, top of the head.

𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷

Love Language? Physical touch and Quality time for SURE

Always have imagined him to be such a sweet guy, just extremely nervous due to the fear of messing up.

Gently place and hold his face in your hands, he will MELT

Honestly, any kind of touch will send him blushing and stuttering - just something like your hand brushing up against his will make his face go red and unable to speak for 3-5 business days

He would want to do EVERYTHING with you

Anime Marathons, reading manga, playing the newest game he bought or reruns of games he's already completed but wants to experience playing it with you by his side.

Will ramble on and on about his interests, be sure to listen to him

Intimacy level up if you reference something he mentioned in his rambles - he'll be over the moon that you actually listened to him.

If he sees you upset, he wouldn't leave your side.

Def. doesn't know how to comfort someone but will give you hugs and cuddles - willing to listen to you and let you vent to him about what's upsetting you

Lets you sit on his lap and cuddles you when he's gaming

When he gets frustrated on a level, Levi would most likely rage quit (after saving) out of the game and cuddle you tightly as he de-stresses himself before returning to the game

No matter how long you have been together, he still cannot fathom the fact you're willing to spend time with him let alone dating him.

Would get a teeny tiny bit jealous if you're attention is one something else like one of his brothers, Henry 2.0, or even an inanimate object like his figures.

then usually rounds back to the thoughts you're just a genuinely caring person who looks out for anyone and genuinely finds what he likes interesting.

Calls you 'normie' or just by your name. He gets nervous if he deviates from what he's used to calling you

Love it when you reassure him, cheer him on, or just listening to him no matter the situation.

Fav. place to kiss? lips, cheeks, forhead, genuinely anywhere on your face, top of the head, hands.

𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓷

Love Language? Quality time and Words of Affirmation

Reads poems and read passages in his books to you that remind him of you.

' Hey Y/N, There's this poem that reminded me of you, please let me read it to you' or 'This line in the book I'm reading made me think of you, would you like to hear it?'

Snuggles while he reads you stories for sure.

If you have a hard time sleeping or suffer from insomnia, he'll keep reading to you till you fall asleep in his arms/against him.

Loves it when you go outside with him to watch the wild cats around the House of Lamentation or let him lay his head on your chest or your lap while you read to him and gently play with his hair as you do so. It puts him at ease.

For dates he'll have reading dates, take you to cat cafes or coffee shops, book stores.

Holding hands? Yeah, a lot of that.

Def has a candid shot photo of you playing with the cats either in one of the cat cafes he took you to or when you two were out in the front of the House of Lamentation as his lock screen

Calls you 'love', some literacy reference like 'my rose' [Le Petit Prince Ref.] for example, and MAYBE 'kitten'

Fav. places to kiss? Forehead, top of head, nose.

𝓐𝓼𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼

Love Language? Quality time, Gift Giving and Physical Touch

He LOVES it when you two spend time together. That means lots of touching...

Like painting your nails, spa and self-care days, trying on clothes, list goes on! [... what were you thinking???]

Loves buying you clothes when he's off shopping, he sees something that suits your fashion taste? oh he's getting one in every colour.

Def. matching outfits for the two of you, like genuine matching outfits - not those tacky couple's shirts, tf?

Extremely PDA, so be ready for surprise kisses and hugs.

Be ready to be shown off! He'll be posting photos of you two together on his socials, takes you to his modeling gigs, parties, the whole nine-yards.

Out of all his designer clothes and belongings, you are the one he wants on his person 24/7.

Did you forget the man's also a musician? [I'm pretty sure it's actually canon in OG OM! might be wrong - don't hold me to this statement.]

He will write songs about you, you are his muse.

Makes sure you get VVIP treatment if you attend his shows and backstage privileges and just make sure the staff at his shows/events are treating you like the gem he sees you as.

In public, he'll hold your hand, link your arm with his, or even have a hand on your waist to keep you close to him at all times.

When you're sad he'll let you lay with him in his bed and spoon you, holding you close to him as he whispers sweet nothing to you but also will listen to you if you need to talk.

Respects your boundaries - Yeah, he's very physical when showing you how much he loves you but if you show any signs of being uncomfortable or tell him to stop, he will.

He never wants to upset you with his touching of physical affection.

Finds everything about you adorable

I mean EVERYTHING. You have parts of you you don't like and are insecure about? To him, every inch of you is perfect to him. You can't tell him otherwise.

He'll call you all the nicknames under the sun.

But, would mostly use 'babe', 'hun', 'cutie', 'gorgeous', and 'my beloved'

Fav. places to kiss? Everywhere and anywhere.

But most fav places to plant his kisses are your lips, shoulders and neck.

𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓵𝔃𝓮𝓫𝓾𝓫

Love language? Acts of Service and Quality time.

Willing to cook you anything you desire [with a little of restrain and struggle to not gobble down the food he's cooking for you]

Memorized all of your fav. foods, comfort foods and snacks, food allergies, how you like your food.

Anything relating you with your relationship with food - he will remember it.

Sad? Beel's got you, he's cooking up your ultimate comfort food for you - in the meantime, please enjoy the comfort snacks he bought you while he cooks for you.

Food is his love language, you can't tell me otherwise!

uh-oh, you're having late night cravings? Most likely Beel will be in the kitchen when you get there and he'll be more than happy to cook for you - no matter what your request is.

Def. a lot of food centric dates - restaurants, picnics, food tours, street food, movie nights.

DW, not all about food when it comes to dates. Loves going for outdoorsy dates to like hikes, enjoys having you as his spotter when working out or having you sit on his back when he's doing push-ups.

If you're there with him and you're spending time with him, he considers it a date

If there's food, he wants to experience it with you.

Love just being around you.

Cuddling on his bed to going grocery shopping - he loves it.

The strong silent type but will be sure to tell you how much he loves being around you.

Would love it if you cook/bake with him

He aspires to be a chef [literally canon.], so he loves trying to make new recipes and cooking dinner with you when he's on cooking duty.

Would call you 'honey' or something... I feel like any food related nicknames he'd use

otherwise, he'd just call you by your name

Fav. places to kiss? The top of your head and forehead.

𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓻

Love Language? Physical Touch.

Cuddles and snuggles in the Attic sleeping area Belphie set up when he was captive everyday after school, though he would want it to be 24/365 or till the end of time

Loves it when you gently play with his hair when he sleeps on you.

Loves waking up next to you, if your still asleep he'll just lay there admiring you while he plays with your hair or caresses your cheeks.

Would most likely use you as a personal body pillow.

Any sleeping position works for him - the closer your body is to his, the better.

Very handsy when he sleeps, he'll cling to you when you two are sleeping together - so be ready to never be able to escape his grasps till he wakes up.

Dates include a lot of night-time activities [yeah, I'm aware that the Devildom is in enteral night] include night walks in the surrounding woods and stargazing either outside of the House of Lamentation or in the Planetarium room of the house.

Would def. find a star close enough to his and Beel's and claim it as yours so no matter how far apart you are, you'll always be close to each other in the stars he loves looking at.

Loves getting pets on the head and when you caress/hold his face in your hands

You are now his personal pillow, he will lean against you anywhere at anytime to take a nap.

In more private settings, he'll lay down on your lap and fall asleep or just chat with you like that till he drifts off to sleep

You bed is now his bed, man would def. sneak into your bed in the middle of the night to sleep next to you

Calls you 'sleepyhead' or 'sleepy-sheep'

Fav. place to kiss? Forehead, back of neck, and shoulders.

[sea-owl]

So continuation on my hunter x witch polin au. I just kinda wanted to world build a bit.

"Colin!"

Colin jumped at the sound of his name. He had only just stepped through the door after leaving the witch's home, and three of his siblings were waiting for him.

Anthony and Benedict were still in their gentleman's clothing. Daphne, who was also with them, had yet to change out of her hunting dress with the removable skirt.

"Are you alright Colin?"

Colin nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I just had to rest for a bit after tha fight with the gorgon."

Colin knows he should have told his family, or at least Anthony, about their new neighbors. He knows he should have, but damn it, he was curious.

Magical creatures don't just blend themselves around humans like this, especially humans of high society. Not since before the dark ages when the last of the ancient kingdoms fell. A time when humans were not only fighting wars amongst them but with magical creatures too. After that, magical creatures mainly kept to themselves in isolated areas. From Colin's experience, witches prefer the natural world and would be more likely found on the edges of coasts or hidden by the trees of forests. They don't end up in Mayfair!

Colin was also curious about that mind witch. He's almost positive she has put some sort of spell on him because why won't he stop thinking about her? And why would she heal him? Yeah, witches typically aren't on the hunters' radars, but that more has to do with them keeping to themselves, not that they like one another. If it was any other witch she probably would have left in the street for fate to decide what happened to him. That baby witch with that shotgun seemed to agree with that sentiment.

"You know you don't look like you've been in a fight with a gorgon," Daphne will tell him later as she looks him over for injuries. "Which is peculiar since I know that that gorgon managed to cut you with her claws right here." Daphne pinched Colin's side which had no signs of being injured at all.

Colin had to admit that mind witch did good work.

"Daph!" Colin exclaimed when Daphne pinched him again.

Daphne sat across from Colin. "Colin, what really happened after we were seprated?"

Colin paused. He knows he should tell at least one of his siblings about their new neighbors but he found he wanted to keep the witches across the square his secret for the moment. Or at least until he can satisfy his curiosity.

Damn what spell did that mind witch put on him?

-

"Felicity, do you need anything while I'm out?" Penelope asked as she adjusted her cloak and hood.

"Where are you going?" Felicity asked. The young witch was practicing her potions work. Particularly measuring out her ingredients.

"Mama asked me to get a few ingredients today. I'll be in Cambridge for a little bit."

Felicity let out an excited noise. "A papaya! If you're going to Cambridge, can you see if Phillip has a papaya!"

A papaya? Penelope turned to look back at her sister. No one in their coven here in England or in Ireland has never used a papaya in their potions or spellwork before.

Maybe Felicity was trying something new? She did make friends with that witch from the Americas recently.

Penelope found herself nodding. "I can see if Phillip has a papaya."

Felicity grinned brightly. Excitement in her eyes. "Thank you!"

Penelope adjusted her hood and walked into the library. Pulling out an atlas, she turned the pages until she found one of England. From there, she pulls out a moonstone and malachite compass and sets it over Cambridge. Leaking her magic into the compass the witch pictures the university town. Whispering in a language forgotten by mortals, she whispered, "Allow me to voyage on the beams of light."

A tug on her magic and Penelope has found herself in Cambridge.

"Now where is my favorite vampire," Penelope said as she tuned into the thoughts around her.

We shall celebrate with drinks tonight!

Mr. Hawthorne would be a good candidate to approach . . .but how to get his attention? All her cares about are drink and women

If I crossbreed plant A and plant C then should produce a bigger crop and a sweeter fruit.

"There he is," Penelope said as she made her way into one of the University's churches. Walking inside she let her hood drop.

But combining plant B and plant D could make the fruit ripe faster if crossbred.

Penelope glanced to her left. Sitting if the rear pew was a brown haired vampire. She took a seat next to him.

A vampire and a witch walk into a church. Penelope giggled in thought, sending the message from her mind to Phillip's. Penelope giggled.

And the hunters lost their minds. Phillip replied in his mind.

Penelope giggled again.

Phillip looked over at Penelope. Another pickup Penny?

Penelope nodded. With the season starting soon, Mama wanted to stockpile on roses for beauty potions.

Phillip nodded. Getting up, Penelope readjusted her hood over her head. Phillip made sure the brim of his top hat was low enough so the shadow would protect his sensitive eyes along with his tinted spectacles.

The two made their way to Phillip's rented home, which also doubled as his greenhouse thanks to spells he traded with the Featherington coven.

Every available surface was covered in some sort of plant. Phillip organized each room by the conditions each plant needed to survive.

Penelope took a deep breath as they entered. It always smells so lovely in here. One would never guess a vampire owned all this.

Phillip rolled his eyes. "I'm not exactly a normal vampire."

"No, you're not Pip," Penelope agreed smiling at her friend. "At least not like the ones they tell in stories around here. Who would have thought if you traveled further south, you would find vampires similar to fruit bats. And that they can produce offspring with blood sucking vampires."

"No one from around here would," Phillip said as he popped a raspberry into his mouth to suck on. "So what are we getting today?"

Penelope pulled out a list. "Mama requested a dozen red roses, a dozen white roses, raspberries, strawberries, and Felicity wants a papaya if you have one."

Phillip paused his gathering of the order. "A papaya?"

Penelope nodded. "That's what she requested."

"For spellwork or potions?" Phillip asked.

"I'm not sure," Penelope said. "Felicity made a new friend in the Americas recently and they've been writing to one another. I don't know if she wants to use it as an ingredient though or if she wants to eat it."

Phillip shrugged his shoulders and the two made their way into the tropical room. A flash of humidity hit Penelope when the door opened. The fruit Phillip picked up reminded Penelope of a squash in shape, the color green with a some yellow. Phillip then picked up two other fruits. One of them was rounder, the coloring being red and green. The other was a very dark green

"Here's the papaya," Phillip said handing Penelope the squash shaped fruit. "Both the seeds and the meat inside the fruit are edible. And if Felicity is interested in more tropical ingredients mangos and avacods are also popular ingredients. Don't eat the seeds for these those."

"Thank you Pip," Penelope said, placing all the new ingredients in her bag. "Do any of the spells need to be updated while I'm here?"

"The cold snap room could use a little bit of attention."

Penelope nodded. "Of course."

The cold snap room was a special area of the greenhouse that was mainly used as rest area for plants that go dormant during the winter months. Or if a plant benefits having some time in a colder environment. Stepping into the room Penelope could tell what Phillip meant. The temperature was a little warmer than what it should be. She'll have to adjust it.

They both took a seat at a nearby table Phillip took notes at. Penelope worked her magic on the spell around her.

"How is your new home? You recently moved to London correct?" Phillip asked.

"It is a new experience," Penelope answered. Her thoughts wandered back to the hunter. There was something about him that reminded her of the fay she grew up with. Hidden meanings in his words, like a puzzle or a secret to learn. Penelope always did like learning what those hidden meanings were. "I actually met an interesting neighbor the other day. He was a hunter."

Phillip looked up, concern washing over his pale features. "A hunter."

"He lives across the square from us actually," Penelope continued.

Phillip shook his head. "Your mama is gonna have a fit."

"Oh most defiantly," Penelope agreed. "Felicity actually almost shot him with sunshine."

Phillip couldn't help the laugh that came out.

[kaz11283]

Could I make a request: Reader is ill (fever, headache, etc) and Loki comes home to find her fast asleep whimpering in her sleep from being ill and burning up from the fever? Something along those lines, feel free to take creative liberty, haven’t been feeling great lately and would love some comfort. Love your work 💕

Yes my sweet dear! I really hope that you get to feeling better soon! Thank you for the request and for the support! I am sending you some comfort vibes right now as we speak as well as some Loki Love i truly hope this helps you to feel better!

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Characters: Nat, Loki, Clint, you

(Loki x reader) (Clint x reader, brother)I know I've done this but I just love the idea of being siblings with Clint (Nat x reader, friends

Summary: After a beautiful snow fall you and the team decide to go outside and enjoy the day off, of course knowing your luck you would be the one who got sick.

Announcement: Individual request sent in, i am more that happy to write anything that is thrown my way (even though it might take some time) i inow what its like not feeling good and jusy wanting some comfort and to be loved on so I hope you truly enjoy this!

Loki Masterlist

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Your nose was red as you made it back to the cabin were you and the team had decided to vacation for a little down time, of course it wasnt your normal run of the mile cabin not with Tony bank rolling the whole thing. It was a rustic 4 story cabin with 3 rooms on each floor, a huge fire place that literally sat in the middle of the house (you didnt really cared how it worked you just knew it looked cool), a huge kitchen and living room sat on the first floor.

"I cant believe i let him talk me into that." You mummbled making your way to the fire place. Clint, your wonderful older brother had decided that the team should have a snow ball fight, you know "team building exercise" as he called it. You had of course been on opposing sides since it would be fair for two Bartons to be on the same team as Tony had said.

"You should know his tricks by now y/n, you've only known him all your life." Nat laughed walking in the door after you shacking snow from her hair.

"I didnt expect him to peg me in the side of the damn head. OR tackle me to the ground and shove my face in the snow." You grumbled. "Hes lucky he ran before I could get up."

"I'm pretty sure he's hidding in a tree somewhere." She laughed again.

"Good, the bird can stay in his roost for all I care. I'm going to go take a nice hot shower and a nap. Let the others know please." You walked off toward the steps that lead to yours and your boyfriends room. "Hey Nat, try to make sure the others are nice to Loki? The only reason hes here is so that he could try to get closer to them."

"Yeah, him being able to spend as much time with you as possible was not his intentions at all." She stated rollingbher eyes.

"Thanks." You went and took the hottest shower you could stand enjoying the steam as it enveloped you before you got out wrapped yourself up in a big fluffy towle and made your way into the living area. This was another nice room, hell every inch of this place was nice though. It wasnt like your "mini apartment" as you liked to call your room at the tower, but it still had a seprate smaller living area with a couch and a recliner, the bed was on the oyher side of a patrician looking out of the floor to celing window. You didnt want to lay there because it was so bright so after digging around in your bag and pulling out a pair of black shorts and one of Lokis green pullovers you decided to crash on the couch. After a few minutes of watching some random cooking show you dozed off engulfed in your boyfriends sent lulling you to your dream world.

You woke with a start when you felt something pressong aginst your forehead, you felt like you hadnt been asleep for very long, lookinh atound you realized first that it was dark outside, and second your muscles all over was sore and stiff feeling.

"Shhhh, Its just me, my darling." Loki ran his hand down your cheek softly. "I came to check on you, I realized you must not be feeling good when you were whimpering in your sleep." You then noticed that your throat was sore.

"I dont whimper." It came out horse, youtried to clear your throat as much as you could.

"You did, it was adorable." He smiled. He walked around the couch to take a seat next to you. "Your not feeling well. I can feel it." He had a look of worry. He always went on and on about how vulnerable mortals were and you wasnt doing anything to prove him wrong at this moment.

"Loki, I promise the worst this is is a cold that I technically caught from my idiot brother. Ill be fine in a few days. The only thing that aucks is I'll be stuck in here while the rest of you are out having the time of your lives." You huffed pulling the pillow under your head better.

"The rest of you? My dove, I can promise there is no rest of you if your not going to be there. The only reason I came on this dreaded team building experience is because of you." He offered you his hand and helped you stand so that he could guide you to the bed. "Lets lay here and watch the snow fall." He pulled your side of the blankets down and help you under them.

"That sounds like a plan Loki. Although I am a little hungry." You sat in bed as you watched him strip from the clothes he had been wearing all day and changing into a pair of black sleep pants. He started digging again. "I have your hoodie on." He looked over and shook his head with a smile.

"It looks better on you anyways. Of course I should have known that you would try to get me naked." He laughed. "Your brother saod he would bring something up in a bit. I had text him and told him you wasnt feeling all that well."

You stared in shock, "Textjng my brother? Looks like you have made some new friends."

"I wouldnt go that far, he said that he was afraid of you even if you were sick and I was probably the safest one in the room. He is going to vring a peace offering though." He pulled the blankets up around him as he settled in bed.

"The hawk shouldnt have flown his roost. Ill kill him once I get to feeling better." You grumbled.

"Sleep now my darling, get some rest. When we wake in the morning, of you are feeling any better, we will plot domination over your brother then." You felt him wrap his arms around you and kiss the top of your head before drifting off once more.

[arllenn]

Staring down at Ruri- no Chime is his name, before you, you can help but feel tired. None of this is making any sense it’s all too much at once.

Bonderev, one of the dickheads behind what happened at black swan bay, had apparently been alive and living well enough to the point where he could give lessons on morality in his final moments. Imagine that! HIM a man who BLEW UP an ORPHANAGE and who had personally shot you and Renata, what he persumed to be, dead! And he had the nerve to ask you to, no- TELL you to protect his son, to not let his actions get in the way of YOU PROTECTING his SON! You’re so frustrated to the point where you’re not sure if you want to burst out into maniacal laughter, break down and cry or just destroy everything in your sight the same way that dickhead had done to you and your family all those years ago.

He had gotten everything and more. A family, a happy life, power and he was freed from all the consequences of his actions. So what about you what did you get? A permanent fear of trusting anyone because “hey I’ve already been used as a genetic experiment by the man I considered a father who then proceeded to blow me, everyone and everything I’ve ever loved to kingdom come! But sure thing nice stranger who I just met let’s be besties!” Makes so much sense. Oh, oh! What about stealing years away from your life! 20 to be exact, man you could’ve been married, had a family, gone to the capital and achieved everything you had wanted to! But no instead what you’re doing is standing here, the same 18 year old who couldn’t do anything to save your friends, your family, as you watched them die in front of you. You’re the person who even in her last moments Renata had to look after and protect. And wow doesn’t that smart, doesn’t it hurt to look down at Chime to see how weak he is, with a voice that trembles and eyes that seem one glare away from overflowing with tears, doesn’t it hurt to look at him and see the worst parts of yourself reflected back at you? The parts you wanted to bury so deep down inside that they’d be forgotten by even you. But here they are, loud and angry and demanding your attention.

Your throat closes in on itself, the hand on your hip tightens. It’s a painful squeeze that’s only purpose is to remind you that, no you can’t cry here, you can’t let anyone see you like that, you cant let yourself be like that, not here. Not in front of people who you should know, who you should trust but who you don't You've spent more time running around for them then with them. It's mean and the ugly cloying feeling that rises up from your chest makes you look back at your relationship with 'your' uperclassmen. Were you even close enough to be called comrades? friends? Most of the time it felt like you were just there. A living phone running to deliver messages from one of them to another. Running errands, throwing yourself into danger or just escaping death for what? People who, people who you- people who you... what even are they to you? Right now your upperclassmen feel miles away from you, both emotionally and physically.

Your nails were starting to dig into your skin in a way that was more then painful. You could feel the moment the skin on both your hip and the palm of your other hand broke. Pulling your lip in between your teeth you try and tune back into the conversation waiting for the right words, for your upperclassmen to throw another request at you so that you can leave, preferably go outside and beat the shit out of one of the trash cans out back before running off into danger once again to fulfill their orders like you always did. And wow, isn’t that something... even now, even now, you’re still just blindly following people’s orders, never asking questions, never saying no. What... what is wrong with you? Hadn’t you learned your lesson already? Hadn't you learned after Herzog that you don't, you can't, just do that. Last time you did that you grabbed onto a rotten rope, a horribly, disgustingly, rotten rope.

"Promsing to protect somebody so recklessly is a foolish thing... nevertheless... thank you." Chime's retelling of his life comes to an end at a convient time. It's perfect really, and so you take that moment, the lull after his thanks, to leave.

You walk out into the lobby of Takamagahara the slow calming jazz music a horrible contrast to the thoughts and feelings that are swirling inside you right now. You make it two-thirds of the way to the bar when you're met with an extremely unpleasnt sight that has you cringing for more reasons then one.

Crow and Yasha are sitting the bar, resting most of their belegirantlty drunk weight on the actual contertop instead of on their chairs. They're demanding extra achoul, Crow shouting about how he can't take something anymore who knows what. And yikes heres a thought, Chime Gen is in the VIP room right behind them, those two who, even if they are drunk out of their minds, are Chisei's aides. They find Chime or even gain the smallest inkling of an idea that he may be here and you'll have more to worry about then cleaning up the counters from their drunk cry fest. Normally you'd step in here, and take over for Quinton the poor bartender on duty who always seemed to get the worst of the costumers but you really aren't feeling up to it today.

Just as you're about to turn around to give the trashcans outside the beatings of their lives Crow says something that you can't help but stop at. "You know I like Sakura don't you?" It was a question directed at Yasha who was only able to groan out what he thought was a response. You debate staying for a second. This isn't something that you particularly care about, nor is it something that really concerns you. But it just, you just want to know a little bit more about what Sakura was like before she became another one of Herzog's victims. Its with that flimsy excuse and the puppy dog look that Quinton gives you once he notices you're there that has you stepping closer, leaning against one of the pillars that trap the bar in its own seprate space.

As Crow continues to slur his feelings out Yasha seems to sober up a bit, it's not by much but its to the point where you're no longer worried about him getting into a bar fight, more just what taxi service to call for him when he inevetably passes out and where to send him afterwards.

Yasha leans over the bar apparently ready to give Crow some type of advice when the following happens. 1) he trips and stumbles over his words "Don't.. Don't worry. We are brothers. I... will never... mock you." sweet right? It would've been if not for 2) The fact that he lurches over its a face you recgonize all too well.

"Quinton get out of the-" 3) Yasha hurls all over Quinton, your words left to hang just as Yasha's icky face goop is left to hang off of Quinton. And now you're royally pissed. Sure you were pissed before but this is the type of rage that can only be quelled by you being left alone to stew in it. Its not the emotional type of rage that you felt earlier when you wanted to smash every glass surface you came across no this is the cold type of rage that leaves nothing but apathy in its wake. because as much as you've been trying to ignore it theres so much more that you had been trying to ignore, so much more that had been pushed to the wayside that you're angry about. You look up at Quinton whose looking at you like a lost kid in a mall that had mistaken you for their mother. Running a rand through your hair you harshly scratch at your scalp. "Quinton," you let out a frustrated sigh, "Take the rest of the night off, you'll be paid regularly and you can take extra pay if you wake up sick tommorrow." You turn to him and start to walk behind the counter switching places with him.

“Right thanks a bunch, manager." He rushes out. Turing towards the staff area most likely to change into his extra uniform instead of going home covered in puke. Staring down at Yasha's mess which was covering most of his area of the counter as well as the floor under his chair your annoyance hit an all new peak. It's not the chunky kind of throw up that can be easily cleaned up, its a mush that resembles watery baby food. It's obvious that this wont be a quick clean and that both mops and floor wipes are just going to push this stuff around instead of soaking it up.

Today just can't get any worse can it? Pushing your hand back into your head you aggitatedly rubbed at your scalp, pushing and pulling at the skin there. You’re pissed off. To come back after fighting against Herzog, let’s not forget HERZOG WAS THERE TOO! HE WAS THERE, HE WAS THERE LIVING AND BREATHING, AFTER ALL THAT HE HAD DONE, HE HAD THE NERVE TO GET UP ON THE PEDESTAL THAT HE HAD CONSTRUCTED, DESIGNED AND BUILT HIMSELF THROUGH EXPLOITING THE INNOCENT TO TEST HIS FREAKY DRAGON DRUGS ON, HE HAD THE NERVE TO TALK DOWN TO YOU! ACT LIKE YOU WERE STUPID OR SOME KIND OF PREDETERMINED FAILURE! You get back from that battle exhausted , emotionally drained, and wanting to destroy yourself to find Finger leisurly drinking with Humpback! After you thought that he died you thought that you had lost another person, only for him to be there and fine. It was reliving yes, but just fucking horrible at the same time. So when you stare down at that mess and the first thing you see when you look up is the VIP room that the others are in you felt like you were justified in deciding that you would be acting on your tiredness and handing off this task to one of your upperclassmen like they do to you so often.

Actually you retract your earlier statement today can in fact get worst. Crow and Yasha have apparently had enough to drink both uncoordinatedly slamming down the money to pay for their drinks, you really don't care wether or not is correct you just want them gone, they BOTH step into Yasha's puke tracking it out the door with them. Yeah, no- you're not cleaning that up nope, nu uh, never. You blow out a heated breath and start to walk towards the VIP room careful to avoid all of the face mush on the floor. Pulling on the curtains that served as the door to enter you called out to the occupants.

"Right, sorry to ruin the fun but I just had two costumers who puked and tracked the throw-up everywhere so I need one of you to go out and clean it up preferably like," You looked down at your wrist as though you wore a watch. Truthfully it was just to hide the annoyed look on your face, "right now please." You glanced up at them Before clarifying "Chime I'm not asking you to clean it up, just focus on resting." Because as much as you wanted someone to clean that nonsense up right away you were also specially tuned into just how draining it could be to meet Herzog like that. "Cool thanks guys!" You clapped your hands together and prepared to leave the room when Luminous started complaining.

"Aw, come on no way newbie, I don't wanna clean something like that up!" He put his hand to the back of his head, a tick you had noticed he did when he was complaining, nervous or worried, "Come on can't you do it? You were already out there.." And there it was normally you would excuse that tone as just being something that made Luminous, well Luminous but today the whiny tone was grating on your ears and you were two steps away from man handling him like you used to with Anton when he was being uncooperative. The thought of him hurts. Witnessing his final moments, being there when they happened, it was both the same and different then the others. Sure you had watched all the others die but Anton's had always stuck with you in a way that was far too painful for someone who you really didn't like. And now the urge to cry was back, you felt your eyes burn with unshed tears that were a culmination of too many of your emotions to name.

Caesar brought a hand to rest on his chin tapping away at it, before he even got the chance to talk your anger had already started to peak "Luminous is right newbie, theres no reason for us to do it, you were already out there and knew the areas that needed to be cleaned. This just seems like a waste of both yours and our time." Yeah, yeah, you seriously contemplated grabbing Caesar by his ponytail and using him as a mop for a second.

"You just cleaning it up would've been more efficient." Johann unhelpfully chimed in. Yeah, maybe you would use Caesar as the mop and Johann as the counter rag.

"Yeah freshie! Everyone knows that newbies do all the grunt work, you can't expect us to do it can you?" Fingers nasally voice made you want to throttle him the more he continued to talk. Sure he may have meant it as a joke but you really weren't at the point of caring. In fact you couldn't care less about anything right now. The anger that had just been building had condensed into a vengeful apathy that demanded the souls of those around you.

Once again Caesar spoke this time however you decided to cut him off. "That's right newbie, using my authority as team leader I order you to-"

"Damn I kinda don't care," You said scratching at the back of your head in an obviously exaggerated way. "Yeah actually..." you started mimicking Caesar's earlier stance, "If you're invoking your team leader rights then I'm invoking my manager rights."

"Hey wait-" Luminous tried to interject.

"Yeah as your manager I order you all to have that throw-up cleaned within the next half an hour." A bit long of a time slot, sure, but really who cares as long as it gets done.

"No way newbie team leaders out rank managers, which means my order still stands." Caesar's stubbornness in this situation could be something to praise if not for the fact that a) you don't care and b) you're two steps away from bringing your thoughts of using him as a mop to fruition.

"Team leaders outrank managers when we're out on the field sure, but right now we're in Takamagahara not battling death servitors, which means your team leader status is moot." You made a slicing motion over your neck. "You may be the leader appointed by the college but right now that means nothing, were not fighting and this isn't reconnaissance, we're working."

"That doesn't change the fact that Caesar is team leader freshman." You can always count on Johann to speak up for what he believes in. Too bad you're not here to praise your upperclassmen but instead get them to work.

"Cool! And I'm still the manager. Right now you all are technically on the clock at Takamagahara which means what I say goes. Caesar may be the team leader and you may be my upperclassmen but that doesn't change the fact that right here right now what I say takes precedence in all matters that aren't dragon related because I'm the ma.ne.ger. " You smile your best costumer service smile and speak in the same tone that you do with costumers when you say this. Then you turn on your heel and walk out calling out behind you that "I expect to not wake up to puke covered floors in the morning! I'm going to bed good night."

And well if Finger chose not to comment on your behavior because he watched you break down in the elevator through the security cameras then that will remain with him. And if Caesar and Johann chose not to speak on it because they heard you sobbing from outside your room that night then thats something that stays between them. And if Luminous caught a glimpse of the empty look in your eyes that night when you left your room for water then he definitely held that as a close secret to his heart. Choosing not to comment on it. And if you noticed that your seniors were just a bit more gentle with you or asked for your input before sending you off on recon missions when they didn't before then you don't comment on it.

[thisaccountisnowabandoned]

Thinking about making a off fangame a chance again

I just wanted to share the concept of a short OFF fangame i have

It’s called FALLACY

Now it won’t be 100% accurate to offs lore

But no fangame is so no biggie

If you like/dislike this game concept i have then tell me!

It’s about elsen #532,a mechanic trying to repair train #2

So he and his friends can look for survivors and dead after the batter purified zone 1

Events of the game takeing place in three new train station/areas

Metis

Starting area,wearhouse for the out of comission trains

Colm

Residental area for the elsens,tons of items and homes

Neith

Wearhouse in wich,clothes,materials.etc are made

Story:

Opens up with #532 checking what could be done to fix train #2

He explains even tho he salvaged what he could from train#3,he stil needs materials to finish it up

He decides to take a break and form a plan with his friends

Walking around,you find a turned off lamp

#532 flips the switch underneath it

And bam a secret bunker opens up

However he finds his friends have gone missing

So he grabs what little to no resources he has and hurrys to Colm

Colm is infested with specters

Weak ones at that,532 manages to sneak around without too much trouble

He ends up finding #471 wounded and hurt in one of the houses

471 explains he was following 749 who left to gather resources

They got seprated by a specter ambush

749 running head straight to Neith

471 manageing to escape from them and hide

532 is glad 471 is alive but he needs to hirry and find. 749 now

471 and 532 stick toghter so they can fend off the soecters

They need to turn off the secuirty system if they want to reach Neith

Some puzzles later they reach Neith

Looking for him in the big bearly lit wearhouse,solveing puzzles and dodgeing secretary encouters

They get spot by some secretarys and a chase scene happens

They hide,succesfuly getting the secretarys off thier backs

They manage to find 749 hideing

All three reunited now must find a way to go to Metis without getting spoted by secretarys

471 remebers that Neith used to have a mine tunnel connecting it to Metis

So they look for the entrace of that tunnel

Once they reach Metis

They are heartbroken,finding train #2 shatterd and destroyed by secretarys

With secretarys closeing in from outside and inside

They make a run for the emergency exit

Closeing the doors behind them

They being the long walk to alma

Some close calls here and there

They finally reach alma

Only for secretarys to close in on them again

Makeing a mad dash to dedans office

Only to find that he is gone

Secretarys finally haveing them cornerd

They fight back

But the secretarys were too much for them

To handle

They die to thier hands

One by one

Game ending with a trippy memory lane segment from 532

[thunderclouds-house-of-fun]

Knight Guard Prologue

Thundercloud Sky Cumulus, a knight guard lieutenat, tugged at one of the leather straps on his crystal encrusted suit of armor, and straightened his helmet as he trotted down along the crystal clear hallway of the crystal palace. He wasn't use to wearing something as bulky and uncomfortable hevy like crystal armor before, though after having for three to four years serving in the celestial army before being transfored to the crystal military, for crystal empire that's been specially tailored to minimize the muscular lengthyness of his body due to his tall lengthy strucksure, even though putting all that armor on is no easy task. Thunder was a large tall light  silver-ish gray pegasus stalion,7,8, somewhere in that range, if not taller. with a large pair of wings spanning to 9 too 8 inches in legth.

anyway, he use to be an ex-hoofball player, but wasn't good at it before becoming guard due the lack of intrest in sports, b

  his sappire blue mane and tail however..... didn't give little to the imagenation when it didn't use to be as long as it is, considering it mostly makes him look like a mare more than a stalion, when most of the knight guard regenment would have trimed theit manes to meet a certiant military standard, with him being the only one in entire emperal mi with a redicuolus long set of locks, then then again.... he's no normal stalion,

 he just perfers to have it long cause he thinks it makes look a mysterious super hero or something, whenever it starts blowing in the wind like some sort of cape when he would go like one of his favorit super hero "SUPEERRR STAAALIOOON AND THE JUSTICE FRIENDS!!!" every time when nopony's around, or looking, it's probbly no wonder no mare hasn't dated him, or that he bearly have any friend because his colt-like persionality of young nieve immature colt, that's in a adut stalion's body, with the biggest imagenation ever! 

(yeah!, like any mare would wanna date a stalion who doesn't want to act his own age! who's own maturedy is that of a foal.)

well, after all that training

to become a knight guard only for life to slam on the brakes and force him to see the light, that his long life dream of being a knight guard of stepping in his older brothers hoof steps isn't quite what it seems

evindence of him being at that age when he was admiring his elder half bother who was aready out of the house for some time out on his own after he been in the celestial recrutment program and recruted into the celestial military from said program after he would end up retiering sevral years later right before metting a beautiful young mare named Sailing Wind who was training to be a nurse at the time after bumpping into one another and after a while of dating, he'd decided to marry her after he'd spent years in the miltary being back and forth over sea's months on end one thing lead to another they decided to have a foal together. After sevral month of waiting she gave birth to a healthy little filly and would name it precious diamond because she was as precious as a diamond as she could be and would be the sweetest little filly you'll would ever meet but don't let her precious charm fool you she can be a litte devious diva like her mother at times, that filly is a bit of a mess

but over the years some unseen events would go and would eventually come to divorce one another and go their seprate ways not even tc nor his mothter knew what happend between the two of them, or how it happend it just happend as well taking both thunder and his mom by suprised after hearing it from the grapevine considering him and his brother hasn's talked to one another in years nor has he written any letters staiting what caused the divorce first place. though, tc would want to have time with his big half brother and probbably get to ask him what happen betwen him and now ex-wife

Unlike his younger brother on the other hoof however (him being the 3rd youngest next to thundercloud)

 who been out of the house for the longest time, while messing up seval other relationship his with seval other mares before he made one relationship with stick whitch lasted for a while before he manage to screw that up as well after getting her pregnat while using a faulty condom he used and as a result she gave birth to four foals wich were two fillies and two colts even before he'd tried to marrie way before she even had them, but that didnot turn out so well

But as of right now., Thundercloud had more important matters to attend too, like metting with his superior especially Captian Fire Storm - who isn't really known for their patience nor tenacit for what he's being called in for or whatever she calling him in for he just hopes it isn't patrol duty....

 Again cause he wouldn't have a clue to know what to do if she puts him on petroling the entire maze of a freaking palace,

It's probably some random middle age wnigless pegasi stalion wearing a black blazer pretending to be an earthpony hiding his shame, who somehow keeps getting himself lost only to manage to find himself too far in a restricked area that's not normally access and where he shouldn't be within the palace that she needs to be escorted away from the premises and to be pointed in the right direction. (who knows how many times tourist has gotten themselves lost since the place is almost like a maze, no matter which way you go, you would end up back at the same place after hours wandering around with no clue where to go. even tc get lost every now and then. and that's not even the half of it.)

either that,

as he headed right for capsain firestorm's quarters passing somepony shouting verry enthusiastically in a loud obnoxious voice 

"Well, Make it Happen Now!"

when aparently there was going to be another festival about to happen in the coming few months mainly the crystal fair that was being held after the day of flurry heart's ceremony/ 211th birthday Which the ceremony is only suppose to last about a week in avance, but... that was the least of his worries as he didn't pay verry much attention to him sicne he was already in a rush he contiued down the hall.

The nearly two thousand ponies that were attending the fair including some none equestrians were already setting up everything booths games the whole nine yards basicly, though it kinda did get thundercloud thinking of what he should getting for his nieces and nephews for this hearts warming eve

[dammnwalkingdead]

Nice Guys Finish Last

Writer - @dammnwalkingdead

Requested - no just a short one to fuel you while I finish up requests!

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Disclaimer - I do not own any of AMC’s The Walking Dead’s characters, plots, or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of TWD.

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Summary – Y/N is helping Daryl, Sasha, and Abraham lead the herd of walkers when there is an ambush and Y/N is seprated from the little group only to run into Daryl who is having a run in with 3 strangers

Setting – the forest and Alexandria (Season 6)

Warnings - ambush, 1 minor character death (same death that occurred in 6x06), injury, basically normal TWD things with a little fluff

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A/N - Request are open :)

I sat on my motorcycle along side Daryl, in front of the red car that held Sasha and Abraham, who were in front of the large herd of walkers the four of us were attempting to draw away from our home Alexandria. 

“Alright.” I heard Sasha over the walkie talkie.

“That’s 20 miles?” Daryl asked

“It will be, 624 is up ahead, want to put distance between us before the turn off.” Sasha replied

“So floor it.” Abraham’s raspy voice came through.

“Can you keep up?” I joked back at them, relieved we can finally go home. Daryl looked over at me, shaking his head as he laughed besides me.

Daryl and I had been by each other sides since the beginning, I was always the one he came to in hard times and vice versa. We’ve been through a lot together and I don’t know where I would be without him saving my ass multiple times.

“Have you seen this car, you two? We want to get back home just as much as you do.” Sasha replied back in a sassy tone.

I glimpsed back to see them smiling and laughing along with us.

We approached the turn, finally getting far enough away from the herd to a point where they won’t follow us, I let out a sigh of relieve which didn’t last long.

Out of the blue, gunshots began firing at us. Too many to keep track of where they were coming from.

I looked over at Daryl and he nodded at me and we both sped off as Sasha turned off the road then I decided to split up from Daryl so there’s not as many people on both of us.

I drove quickly for what seemed like hours till I finally lost them by driving on a trail through the woods. It began to get dark as I kept driving on the trail till I came to a small house on a hill, the area looked burnt but it will do for the night.

I dragged my motorcycle to the side of the house then hit loudly on the door, pulling my arrow from my quiver and loaded my bow ready to shoot a walker if need be. I also double checked if my two pistols were still in the waist line of my pants behind my back, they were.

 I didn’t hear any noises coming form inside but within a melted and burnt looking greenhouse that sat 20 yards away from the house I heard walkers but I couldn’t see any coming out so I decided to ignore it and then continued inside.

I did a quick sweep of the house to double check and once I was satisfied I sat down my weapons then began to raid the kitchen and only found a mason jar full of carrots.

“This will have to do.” I mumble to myself and grabbed the jar off the shelf then found a fork, went to the couch that sat in the living room, sat down, and ate the carrots.

As i finished eating, I looked around the room I sat in, a TV sat in the corner, pictures scattered around the room, a beautiful fireplace sat in the middle of the wall opposite of the couch, and drapes hang carelessly from the large window, next to the front door, facing the greenhouse.

All of a sudden my eyes began to droop from tiredness and I decided it was time to fall asleep and I did just that.

I was abruptly awaken by screams coming outside, I quickly stood up throwing my quiver back over my shoulder then i shoved the guns into my belt and finally grabbed my bow and then processed to look out the window to see a women being attacked by the walkers within the greenhouse that I heard last  night. Another women and a man stood at the end. Out of no where I saw the familiar angel wings on the back of Daryl as he killed the two walkers, looking up at the couple as they both appeared to be distraught at the death of the girl.

Daryl and the man, I soon heard was called D, began making graves for the dead. I decided to stay back and watch for a while when I heard the infamous 3 questions we ask before we invited outsiders to come life with us.

D looked back at the girl who I have yet to learn the name of and she nodded with a little smile on her face and then D looked back and they seemed to agree.

After Daryl, D, and the girl finished burying the dead. Daryl lead them back to where I presume he left his bike or better yet Sasha and Abraham.

I followed them keeping as quiet as possible, trying hard to go unnoticed because my gut feeling did not trust these people, they kept giving each other looks and it made me nervous not only for the people back in Alexandria but for Daryl. 

“We’ll keep walking from here. Meet up with my friends, they got a car you can ride with them.”  Daryl said over his shoulder as he busy himself removing branches from his bike.

“How many friends did you say there were?” D asked as the girl rocked her weight between her feet next to him, I watched closely from behind a tree, I was between Daryl and the couple on their lefts’. My bow still loaded and ready just in case.

“I didn’t.” Daryl started, “But there’s 3 of them.” he finished as he raised his bike from off the ground and began to roll it forward

“Where are they? How are you sure they’re even alive?” D exclaimed.

“I don’t.” Daryl shortly replied. The girl continued to rock her weight, making me believe more that they’re up to something.

My suspicions were proven right when they nodded at each other and D started to pull out a gun. Daryl had seem to notice and dropped his bike, trying to whip his crossbow off his shoulder yet he proved too slow for D had already had his gun pointed at his head. 

“I’m sorry. Give her the crossbow.” D demanded, I now stood infront of the couple and behind Daryl to his right. 

“I suggest you put that gun down before I put an arrow right through your girl’s head.” I said, drawing back my bow, coming out of my hiding place and point the arrow at the girl. 

“You won’t do it.” D said, seeming confident. 

I shifted my aim and shot him in his left forearm, an injury that wouldn’t kill him but it’ll give him a nasty scar. I reloaded the bow and pointed it back at him.

“You can be safe. don’t have to kneel. There’s foo-”

“Shut up!!” D caught off Daryl, the girl now gaining hold of the gun as he ripped my arrow out of his arm and snapped it in half; making it useless now.

“Give me the crossbow. Now.” The girl suddenly said and without even letting either of us respond fired the gun and Daryl hissed as it grazed his arm. A simple flesh wound. 

“You can take the bike and leave. Before I kill you both right now.” I said giving them one last chance.

“Fine.” D stated and then began pulling the bike up with his good arm.

the woman still holding the gun aimed at us as she got on the back of it. She reached a cross her body then pulled out gauze and threw it at us saying,

“Patch yourself up.” then they sped off and I dropped my guard.

“ya one crazy son-of-bitch.” Daryl said as he came close to me and hugged me closes to his large form.

“You’re okay right?” I asked, still close to Daryl, my hand in his hair.

“Yea.” He grunted, “Let’s get home now. Ya gotta’ tell me how long ya been followin’ me and what happen to ya.” Daryl pulled back as he finished pulling me towards what I assumed is the road.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice Dixon.” I joked back as we walked our way home, hoping to find Sasha and Abraham.

A/N: Sorry I changed some things - might make a part 2 where they meet up with Dwight again??