#and so i looked it up lol and shes v false

[theminecraftbee]

the case of docm77 v zombiecleo: a very incomplete summary of events

i, of course, strongly recommend going to doc's video (or bdubs, cleo, joe, or skizz's, once they exist) and watching the whole thing for yourself i could NOT stop laughing. but for those of you who want a vague summary of some stuff that happens in the courtroom:

bdubs is insisting on being called "your highness" as opposed to "your honor".

we START with bdubs explaining he has set up a dramatic five-strike system; if either side gets five strikes (things that upset bdubs lol) he will "uh, not give them the death penalty, but--"

doc immediately tries to use this to take advantage of the system and get cleo strikes.

he instead accidentally immediately murders his own counsel.

it has been like One Minute.

"just in case anyone dies, there's a jury deliberation room under construction, there's a bed in there"

bdubs is paying everyone a diamond block for showing up if they listen to his judgement. help.

"thrust his sword into said swine" so skizz's opening speech is GREAT.

"wow, that was really good. but the camera is over here, so if you could do that again and look into the camera for me--"

"defense, first off, how do you plead?" (doc, grasping for his vague knowledge of american legal dramas) "i plead the fifth. i plead the fifth. uh. right?"

joe, in his opening speech: "this is esteemed around the world as a place where two adults who act like children can come to have their differences settled by you in the most entertaining manner."

HELP. "cleo is bringing to the court not an affair between two adults with an unsettled matter, but an adult and a large baby."

HELP IS JOE'S DEFENSE THAT DOC IS A LARGE BABY AND THEREFORE CAN'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS ACTIONS.

joe: "you know, cleo has a lot of communication problems." bdubs, with great feeling: "yikes."

cleo, under her breath: "i'm gonna kill him."

"just a minute i'm setting up my lawyer", ren says, carrying the armor stand he had in the stands with him to the bench and putting false's head on it,

ren: "i cannot recall." bdubs: "YOU CAN'T RECALL WHAT HAPPENED?" ren: "i cannot recall if i cannot recall."

why is skizz doing a foghorn leghorn accent now,

skizz, about doc: "this is proof this man likes to intimidate, that he gets off on it." no one comments on this phrasing.

sorry ren making an armor stand falsesymmetry as his lawyer and companion in the stands is so funny.

"this is more evidence cleo is a poor communicator. she can't control her man--"

joe is very clearly just trying to make everyone in the room mad and it's really funny.

HELP. BDUBS BUILT A HEADS AND TAILS MACHINE TO DECIDE IF THEY'RE GOING TO ALLOW OBJECTIONS.

anyway it rolls tails so it overrules skizz's objection.

skizz's accent and vocabulary just keeps getting more and more exaggerated i think he's going for approximately benoit blanc,

beef: "he forcefully approached us and said he's the guy who wants all the wood." cleo and doc, snorting and giggling at this as one,

i feel like i should note that bdubs has a fireworks crossbow that he's calling his "whip" and hitting people with when they do something he considers wrong.

this leads me to wonder if bdubs thinks whipping is normal in a courtroom...?

i think its really funny that skizz is actively doing like, correct types and moments to do an objection, and it almost sounds like good lawyering, and then IMMEDIATELY bdubs goes "it's time to HEADS AND TAILS!!!" and breaks that illusion completely.

"well, it's heads, objection sustained, strike that from the record." joe: "well then i guess you'll never know what my point was." beat of silence. bdubs: "never mind, let's just add a strike, and you can say it,"

"i don't know how the esophagus entered this situation at all?" "let's pray it didn't. geez." "i was not thinking of doc's esophagus when i built the giant fish for his hourglass." <- this only barely makes more sense in context,

"no further questions your honor." "seriously???"

every time joe calls doc either a baby or a manchild is SO FUNNY. why is this his argument. it's SO FUNNY.

"but he has not proven mens rhea, which you your highness are very familiar with but for the viewers at home is not a gendered form of diarrhea--"

cleo, to doc: "doc are you sure you want to win this one?" doc, in clear and obvious distress: "i'm not sure of anything anymore man i just, i don't know,"

bdubs then interrupts to do the sponsored segment of court.

"the tall claims court is brought to you by!" bdubs puts a disc in. 13 starts playing. "shoot that's the spooky record. that's the worst one." he continues with his bamboo shop sponsored segment spiel anyway, with 13 continuing to play,

"i'm not going to ask for money, i'm just asking for a simple injunction against doc. he won't be allowed to use diamonds for redstone anymore." "WHAT??? THERE'S LIMITS TO THIS, OKAY????" "calm down doc, we're not gonna--" "WHAT NO WHAT CALM DOWN???"

"cleo i have to say that's way better than anything skizz said. skizz was talking and all i heard was bla bla bla bla bla but that was real heartfelt. if you're thinking about paying him, maybe don't."

doc: "i want to make peace and love that's all i care about i'm just a humble boutiquer"

"i felt like as her friend i needed to teach her what it feels like to lose something" i love how deranged that is doc keep going

"but it happened and i think i'm insane, right," doc says, then nods at joe.

"yeah this is really good" cleo responds, perfectly happy with the idea of doc declaring himself insane for no good reason,

cleo: "doc is just completely unhinged when people mess with his redstone, and i feel like my punishment would take away that emotional bond."

joe: "objection your honor, my client is unhinged in every context."

i like how this is "make fun of doc" day.

bdubs: "i'm going to deliberate quickly then i'll come back with my judgement." (turns around for like five seconds.) "and i'm back!"

HELP DOC HAS BEEN BANISHED TO A SINGLE BLOCK IN THE SKY WITH A CHEST ON IT FOR TWO WEEKS

THREE IF HE TOUCHES THE GROUND

AIR JAIL...........

bdubs adjourns court. doc, immediately: "WHAT THE HELL JOE??" "i did my best, man :/"

"DO YOU KNOW THE VEINS ON MY NECK ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE????"

jevin in the background of doc losing his shit just kinda murdering skizzleman for fun,

doc's main objection to the sky island is "BUT I HAVE THINGS TO DO :(((((("

doc ends the video standing here:

in conclusion: yeah this seems like a very fair trial with no ridiculous elements at all. very serious and befitting the sanctity of court. yes. you should watch it for a very serious hermitcraft experience,

[kitten4sannie]

Thots on pussy slapping? 👉🏻👈🏻

my hard hours are technically closed but i’ll make an exception for you dear anonnie bc the topic at hand is so yummy like im actually so weak for this ughhhh and since this isn’t member specific i’ll go ahead and come up with bite sized scenarios for my bias trio and they’ll go up in intensity with each one heheheh. happy new year i hope you enjoy this little treat ;3 <33

warnings: pussy slapping obv lol, soft dom! yunho, lowkey sadistic hard dom! wooyoung, hard dom! (pussydrunk) san, teasing, dirty talk, possessiveness, pet names, name calling, praise, false praise, degradation, spit play, sir kink, size kink, hand/vein kink, fingering, just the tip until it’s not, bulge kink, oral (receiving), overstim, squirting

level 1 ♡

Yunho routinely stuffed two long, slender fingers back inside your pulsing cunt, knowing they were hitting your g-spot from the way you were whining and writhing around underneath his larger frame, his free hand clutched around your jolting hip. “Fuck, princess, you’re so tight right now. Are you going to cum for me?”

“Y-yes, Yunnie, can you please do that thing I like? I’m so close…!” you requested, gazing up at him underneath your wet lashes.

“My naughty girl…” he whispered softly, gently spreading your pussy open and rubbing the rough pad of his thumb against your exposed clit, making you gasp. “You want me to hit your pretty pussy so you can cum all over me?”

“Fuck–yes, please…!”

“Then, take it, princess,” Yunho sighed softly, making sure to curl his fingers just a little more inside your soaked, squelching hole, right as he brought his large hand down onto your cunt, hitting it hard enough to propel you over the edge.

“Cumming…”

“Mm, that’s it, baby, don’t stop. Keep cumming for me,” Yunho breathed out, sending you into a state of prolonged esctasy when he began to rub his rough palm against your pulsing clit, your juices leaking down his veined forearm. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, before leaning down to kiss you, murmuring against your lips, “You always taste so good, princess.” Kiss. “Always look so pretty when you fall apart for me.” Another kiss. “Wanna do it again?”

level 2 ♡ ♡

Wooyoung had you locked in place in his lap for over an hour, warmth emanating from his chest against your back, his thighs positioned in a way that kept yours spread apart, routinely smacking his palm against your swollen clit and fucking your slick cunt with only the tip of his throbbing cock. The small, pathetic whimpers you made as soon as his hand came in contact with your stinging cunt and the sound of your hole squelching each time he stretched you open again was like music to his ears, but he knew what you really needed. His low, breathy voice sent a wave of goosebumps up the slope of your neck when he cooed, “Awwh, does my sweet girl need to cum now? Does she deserve to? Hmm?~”

“Yes, please, Youngie, let me cum,” you pleaded, about to melt into Wooyoung as soon as he began to lower you further and further down onto his cock, filling you up so good you thought you might cum then and there. “Fuck me, please, oh my god, fuck me–”

“Mm, you’re already so desperate for my cock that you’re begging for it?” Wooyoung rubbed his thumb around your clit, before his fingers formed a V, sliding them up and down your cunt around the outline of his slick cock that was still pushing inside you ever so slowly. “You need it inside this pretty pussy that bad?”

“Yes, Youngie, I need your cock so bad, I can’t take it!”

Then, be a good girl for me and take it all,” he grunted in your ear, immediately slamming his hips into yours, his thrusts unrelenting, not giving you any choice but to take his thick, veined cock deep inside your cunt until he decided you had enough.

“Ah– ah – it’s too – fuck,” you gasped, your body seizing up with overwhelming pleasure after being teased for so long, tears forming in your eyes from the sight of his cock protruding slightly through your lower stomach each time he filled you up. “Too much.”

Wooyoung tsked, squeezing your clit roughly between two fingers, making you shudder. “Don’t you start whining now. What happened to the desperate little slut that was asking for this just a second ago?” He sent a harsh smack to your clit, amused by the barely audible sound that left your drooling mouth. “You’re going to cum just like this, and you’re going to like it.”

“Youngie, please,” you choked out, turning your head to look up at him through teary eyes, only to find pure carnal desire in his.

Wooyoung smiled darkly, licking at the mole on his bottom lip, his fingers pressing into the bulge present in your abdomen just to feel his throbbing cock as it sank inside you over and over again. “You asked for it, so I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. Sounds good, yeah?”

level 3 ♡ ♡ ♡

“Can I cum, sir? Please? I’ve been so good for you, so can I please–fuck!” you gasped, withstanding yet another smack directly onto your reddened cunt, a fresh wave of arousal leaking out of you.

San, who was in between your thighs, taking his sweet time devouring your cunt, wasn’t in the mood for your games. “A good girl waits for her reward, isn’t that right, you little brat?”

“I’m not a brat,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together to squish his cheeks a bit, letting out a giggle, knowing you were withholding San from his meal. This encouraged him to grab your legs by the bend of your knees and lift your thighs up, folding you in half.

“Oh, yes, you are.” San leaned down, licking one long, slow stripe up from your dripping hole to your puffy clit, grabbing your hands to make you hold your own thighs up, which you obediently did, this time around. “You know what else you are, princess?”

“What, Sannie?”

San pressed his thumbs against your folds to spread you apart for him, watching your hole flutter around nothing. “You’re my dumb little slut.” He pursed his lips and spat directly into you, before plugging your cunt back up with his thick, thrusting fingers, satisfied with the sudden moan that tore through your throat. He gave you a fake pout. “Aren’t you, baby?”

You were at your limit, only able to take what he gave you, your mouth open in a soundless bout of pleasure, your teary eyes focused on San’s smug face, taking yet another finger inside you, feeling it rubbing against your gummy spot.

“I asked you a question, princess,” San grunted, smacking his free hand down onto your clit, more slick dripping down his taut, veiny forearm, eliciting more breathless moans and whines from you, still finger-fucking you so brutally to the point that all you could focus on was the shlick shlick shlick sounds your pussy made each time he pounded his digits into you. “Can you even hear me? That look on your face is telling me otherwise. How are you already fucked stupid when I haven’t even stuffed my cock inside you, huh? Are you that much of a whore that all you need is to get your puffy little cunt filled and spat on, and you’re ready to cream yourself?”

“Yes, sir…!” you were finally able to verbalize, your voice strained with immense pleasure, your thighs beginning to shake. “I’m such a whore for you, Sannie, only for you, so please, let me cum.”

San simply smiled up at you, dimples forming near his pretty, pink, arousal-covered lips, immediately curling his fingers up into a come-hither motion, his mouth latching onto your abused clit, sucking and licking at it with his hot tongue relentlessly until your moans crescendoed and your warm squirt began to pour out of you. “That’s it, baby, that’s fucking it, oh my god, look at you…”

San groaned heavily, taking a moment to suck your cum off of his fingers, before diving in between your trembling legs again to press his mouth back onto your spasming cunt like he needed it for oxygen, dragging his tongue up and down your slit to collect your arousal, slurping it up into his mouth, his dark, hooded eyes never leaving your barely open ones. He took a second to breathe, before speaking, his voice ragged and dripping with arousal, “I’ll give you a minute to come down, but get ready, angel. You’re gonna keep cumming for me just like that, and I’m only gonna stop when you have nothing left to give me, alright?”

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© kitten4sannie, 2023.

[lycheedr3ams]

Congratulations on your account growth!! <33 (─‿‿─)♡

I followed you for that König story you wrote and I've been eating your works since then; truly, I loved your writing at first glance. Looking forward to future account growths!

Request: territorial!König x Gn!Reader •v• The rumor of Reader being the barracks bunny is false, obviously, but still, word got around. The rumors reached the highly respected and feared colonel König who confronted Reader and maybe...left a mark on them to show everyone who they belong to. Who they only belong to. Fluff/angst is fine, dom!König, so he's rough+degradation.

Everything else is up to you and please feel free to adjust or change anything to your liking! I just adore a territorial König story(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

Thank you for your support!!!!!! You are so sweet

I love this ask!!! I love me a territorial, possessive man.... I have changed a few things tho. Personally, I think that colonel konig screenshot we all saw was fake info in the sense that the devs keep changing Kpnig's lore and stuff. I don't think he'd be able to be a colonel bc of his social anxiety, and his gear is just shit he put together. Besides, I lowkey like loser perv konig who isn't a colonel lol

I also made it she/her fem reader, i just don't relate to GN reader enough to write for it. I hope you still like it!!! also this turned out to be a lot longer than i had planned lol

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Barracks Bunny

fem!reader x territorial!dom!konig

MDNI

Warnings: harddom!konig, degradation, rough sex, possessiveness, p in v sex, rumors going around about reader, territorialness (not a word but whatever), semi-public sex, slight humiliation, biting, not proofread

you had spent some time with konig since you first met him, and he eventually invited you to his room. you didn't care who saw you follow him to his room in the barracks, you just knew you needed him and his cock. the first time you both had sex, it was the best you ever had. his grunts flooded your ears as he took you from behind, pressing you down into the mattress with his hand on your middle back.

"arch for me, just like that," he praised. he couldn't get enough of your moans and the way your wet pussy perfectly sucked him in. he wanted to cum inside you so badly, but you told him no.

after that, you two had sex with each other at least three times a week when he was on base. some people who lived in that wing saw you entering and leaving his room, always looking a bit more disheveled than when you entered. but there were others who didn't see you leaving konig's room specifically, and their minds were left to wonder who the lucky guy was that night.

...

you had noticed that a lot of the men around base had been looking at you in a much more...predatory way when you walked around. sometimes, they would whisper as you walked past. you chalked it up to immaturity and harmless crushes, but you learned it was so much more than that when konig shoved you against his wall one night right as you stepped into his room.

"you told me I was the only one!" he whisper-yelled at you. his eyes glowed almost red from inside his hood.

"what are you talking about??"

"do you really not know?" he asked a bit more quiet this time. you shook your head, your eyes wide. konig sighed.

"they say you are the 'barracks bunny'. you know what that means, ja?"

your eyes widened and your heart sunk. so that's why everyone was looking at you like that? You looked up at konig, scared, and his eyes slightly softened at your expression.

"konig...I don't know why they'd say that. i've only been sleeping with you, i swear."

he stared into your soul for the next few moments, mulling over in his head if he should believe you or not. he leaned down and his breath ghosted your neck through his hood.

"you are mine" he growled. you couldn't help the way you shivered as his words went straight to your core. "and i'm going to prove that to every man on base, right now."

"wha-" before you knew what was happening, konig picked you up roughly and threw you onto his bed. you had never seen the way he was looking at you now: with eyes that could kill a thousand men. you weren't sure if the growl you barely heard was real or your imagination.

"strip," he commanded.

"konig, what do you mean you're -"

"don't make me repeat myself," his sentence clipped and precise. you gulped, and undressed yourself on his bed until you were bare before him, and your clothes were just a pile on the floor. you looked up at him with wide eyes. he slowly backed away, still looking at you, as he slowly turned the knob to his door and cracked it open a tiny bit. light from the hallway was streaming in through a little rectangle onto the wall. thankfully, the open space was facing the wall rather than you.

"konig, what're you doing?"

he rested one knee on his bed as he leaned down and looked at you. he was still in his camos and tight black shirt, just the way you liked it.

"showing these men who you really belong to."

he quickly pinned you underneath him and smashed his lips against yours, barely pulling his hood up all the way. it was so rushed that his hood got in the way of the kiss, and he angrily yanked it aside so that he could completely feel your lips. he bit your lip harshly, and you mewled.

"that's it," he praised as he licked your lip. "keep making those sounds. let every man here know who's making you feel this way."

he began to kiss your neck, feigning innocence, before he bit hardly on the space where your neck met your shoulder. you yelped louder this time, not prepared for the sting of his canines in your soft flesh. he laughed and bit you again.

"konig!!" you said loudly, not caring who heard you at the moment. "that hurt!"

he laughed darkly. "oh, my poor barrack bunny. you think i'm gonna go easy on you tonight?" he mocked. "nein," he growled in your ear. "i'm going to fuck you so hard that the only thing you remember is my name."

he pawed at your breasts hungrily, like they were his lifeline, like they were the last thing he would ever touch. you couldn't help but glance over at the sliver of light against the wall dimming every so often as soldiers walked by. you moaned loudly when konig sucked on your nipple. his siege on your boobs was relentless, his teeth teasing your sensitive nipple.

"seems you like this, ja?" he teased. "already so loud, and i haven't even fucked you yet."

he next went straight for your pussy. he spread you open wide by underneath of your knees, and didn't let you catch your breath before he attached his mouth to your wet cunt. he purposely slurped and sucked louder than he ever had, and you were already almost screaming. you slapped your hand over your mouth to keep you from being too loud as you saw people's shadows walking by.

konig roughly grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head.

"if you do that, i'm going to have to keep your arms restrained, ja?" he warned. "no hiding your sounds."

all you could do was nod as he squeezed your wrists. when you agreed, he went back to devouring your pussy. you listened to him this time, and you were nearly screaming with how hard he made you cum. the little beam of light from the hallway was dimmed for a while that time as soldiers stopped to listen.

konig sat up and unbuckled his belt in a rush, his fingers fumbling with the buckle as his cock threatened to rip through his pants. he pulled his pants and boxers down slightly with a hiss as his cock sprang free. it was completely erect, and slightly red at the tip already. he looked up at you darkly before he spread you wide again and shoved it all the way in without warning.

"KONIG!" you screamed. he grunted loudly before slowly thrusting into you, giving you a chance to get used to him for a moment. his huge body was blocking you from seeing if anyone was listening just outside the door. you tried to peek your head around him, when he punished you with a particularly hard thrust.

"no looking," he growled as he slammed into you again. "you just focus on me."

your face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and pain as konig slammed into you again and again and again. his balls slapped against your ass loudly with each thrust, and your pussy was soaked. you threw your head back as he finally set a steady pace of punishing thrusts straight up to your cervix. it only took five thrusts for you to start nearly screaming.

"that's it," konig gasped as he pounded you. "let everyone hear you."

your pussy clenched at his words, and he laughed.

"oh, the barrack bunny likes that, doesn't she?" he teased. he leaned down, still pounding you, as he whispered in your ear. "they're listening right outside, you know. they can hear how well you take me. how hard i fuck you. let them hear. go on."

you clenched hard around him as you moaned and mewled and screamed. his pace got even faster, and the headboard began to bang against the wall. anyone walking by would definitely hear that. the sounds of the metal headboard hitting the wooden wall, your deep moans, and the slapping of skin on skin was so loud that it drowned out all thoughts.

you repeated konig's name like a mantra as he pounded you. he grunted. "see? i told you the only thing you'd be saying was my name."

suddenly, he came with a grunt, and you felt a wave of hot fill your cervix as his tip pressed against it and filled it to the point of overflowing. a ring of white formed around his cock as it twitched inside you.

that night, all the soldiers knew that you were certainly konig's, and only konig's, barrack bunny.

[whirligig-girl]

Eaurp Guz Rocks!

WIP and details in the read-more:

This one had a bit of a false start. For the life of me I couldnt' get the motion right.

The gif's pacing was all wrong, the hair started out not moving so it wouldn't have looped right... it looked jittery... i just didnt like it. (she's lip syncing to "saturn five" by inspiral carpets in this one. i ended up not doing any mouth movements in the final one)

so i had a play around with some sine and -cosine charts to figure out where the body and hair should be. I ended up not really using the -cos chart for the hair and just kinda animated the hair to what felt right, but using the sine wave for the body position helped a lot, and it meant i could reuse several frames for the body animation (they would be differentiated by what the hair is doing of course).

This test image uses only 8 frames instead of 12 and looks a little clunky, both because of the smaller amount of frames and also because of which positions are shown in each frame. i also made a 12 frame version (like the final version), which did look a lot smoother, but i didn't save it.

applying a sine wave like movement to Guz's head and body and then fixing the arms resulted in a much more natural, consistent, and easy to loop animation.

so i added the hair jiggling and a little hand movement to imply scribbling in some shading. The hair jiggling is honestly the most fun part.

her body was too stiff, so i um. i made it um. jiggle. and um. yeah it uh. it was too much. lol.

so i basically just averaged it, frame by frame, with the previous version.

Doing the glitter/bubbles visible in the final version was a challenge. I decided that since the hair was moving so wildly, the glitter in it could be essentially random in each frame and it wouldn't really matter. But the glitter on the face had to track with her face or it would look strange. I solved that problem by drawing the glitter on the first frame, then drawing two white dots over the eyes, and aligning the dots with the eyes for every frame (which is similar to how I aligned the highlights).

finally, here's the "concept art" (which i repurposed for the first frame)

and here's the drawing of the Saturn V rocket Guz was making (which i showed in another post). And did you notice that the earphone she's using is the one Uhura uses in TOS? :)

Guz is enamored with the space exploration histories of many worlds, but the ones with large moons (or the ones that are large moons), are her favorite. Imagine not having to wait months for interplanetary maneuvering, or decades for close encounters with your coorbital giant planet.

[xdaddysprincessxx]

False God

Ezra x f reader

Warnings: p in v, religious tones, angst, infidelity, he’s a cheater, honestly OOC Ezra (he would never do this, my opinion tho) not beta’d, very lightly edited, all mistakes are mine.

A/n: this is my Taylor Swift drabble for @beskarandblasters challenge! She gave me False God x Ezra. It’s honestly crazy how much I needed this song given my current life and how much I could relate to it lol. I interpreted the song as being in love with someone who doesn’t fully choose you. But you keep going back just to feel loved.

WC: 1719

Loving Ezra was like breathing. It didn’t take long for him to get you into bed after you had first met. His sweet words and beautiful eyes had turned you into putty in the blink of an eye. He never really had to work hard to convince you to take his hand as he lead you back to his place.

His lips on yours, tongues exploring each others mouth, the taste of beer and Marlboro reds forever imprinted on your taste buds. His hands roam all over your body, touching, pinching, filling you up. Once he had you inside his apartment, he took no time in getting you naked, on your back. Didn’t even make it to the bed. Lying on the carpeted floor, Ezra plunged his cock into your wet heat for the first time. His lips on your neck as you both held onto one another as if the other might float away. That night he took you on the floor, on the couch, slowly making your way to his bed before he took you again. The next morning he had you bent over the counter as he took you from behind. He had made a mess of you and you him.

You two had fallen into an easy flow. Soon you were moving in with him, life was fun. It was easy with Ezra. Everything felt natural. Time flew by. From that first night to one month, you blinked and suddenly it had been a year.

That’s when things started to fall apart. One morning you woke up, Ez was still asleep in the bed next to you. His phone buzzed. You reached over to grab it, just to see who was texting him so early.

Her name was Marisol. You’ll never forget her name. Or the messages exchanged.

Your heart dropped into the deep pit in your stomach. Your whole being had gone cold. Shaking with betrayal and anger, you woke him up. Of course he tried to deny it, tried to say it was nothing he was just bored working night shift and she was somebody to talk too.

Eventually you two made up. He made you feel beautiful and wanted. Ezra was your everything, he was all you wanted. You did your best to forgive. You never forgot.

Day after day after day goes by.

Soon it’s been about five months since Marisol.

You found yourself sitting in the car while Ezra ran inside to pick up the takeout you had ordered. His phone sitting on the middle console, face up.

The little screen soon lighting up, a text from your best friend. On his phone.

You knew better than to look. But your gut told you to look. Things had felt weird to you the last time all three of you had hung out.

Now this betrayal broke you. Your best friend. The one person besides Ezra that you told everything too. The one you were gonna ask to be your child’s godmother one day.

He said it was never physical, just texts. Those words cut deeper than any knife. You had left this time, staying at your parents for a couple of weeks. Broken heart and swollen eyes from all the tears. All you wanted was him. You missed him so much. He had become your best friend, your lover, the only one you wanted to spend your life with.

Ezra showed up at your parents house one night with flowers. He begged and pled with you. Convinced you that you were the only one he loved and wanted.

The whole ordeal made your heart clench. As much as you ached, you gave him another chance.

Another year passed. Life had been good, you and Ezra were happy and in love.

Your life was completely intertwined with his. At one point he had used your phone to sign into his email.

Forgetting he had done that, when you got the notification for an email from a Mark, you were confused.

Emails detailing what and how and when. Seeing for yourself that your love was meeting another for oral.

Of course he denied it. Said he never actually met this person.

Emails with this Mark came up two more times over the next couple of years.

At this point you’ve spent six years with him.

He was still the love of your life. Your home. Your comfort. When life got bad, you stayed with him. When your parents told you to leave, you stuck up for him. Even after all the others, you forgave him and tried to work on yourself. Tried to be what he wanted, what he needed. You made yourself sexually available, always saying yes to him so he would be satisfied.

Seven years. Seven whole years. You’ve spent with Ezra. Building a life with him.

Sharing laughs and whispered I love you’s, cooking side by side, having a shoulder to lean on when life gets hard.

The way he strums your body, worshiping you as if your hips were his alter. You, his own goddess, one that he loved and cherished. The love you shared with him became your own personal religion. Your bed became your church. He knew just how to touch you, what to say, knew all the places to kiss to make you melt. Ezra was your whole world. The only name that ever dared to leave your lips, no God to be found. Only Ezra.

The happy, easy days started turning into bad days. It was slow and then suddenly all at once. You aren’t sure what happened or if you said or did something wrong. Ez started acting funny, being more mean and cold hearted toward you. You did your best to brush it off, pretend like it was just your imagination or something. Until you saw the texts. It’s a different person this time. But the words exchanged are the same nonetheless.

The sharp dagger of pain cutting through and piercing your very soul. You knew deep down there was another, again. You also knew this time things were different.

You confronted your love. With tears in your eyes and a soul filled with pain and sadness. You broke things off with Ez.

Unfortunately you couldn’t just move out right away. Having to suck it up and continue to live together. Life was weird. After a couple of months, the two of you were able to sit and really talk about things. It became a little bit easier to breath again. He’s always been your best friend. You missed him, missed having someone to confide in and joke with and enjoy life with.

Things didn’t last long with Ezra and the new person.

One night you had come home after working all day. Frustrated with things, annoyed with people, you needed an outlet. Somewhere to put all the emotions you felt so it didn’t burden your body any longer.

Ezra sensed this. He always knew when you needed to let go.

Standing at the sink in the bathroom, you had dropped your head down as you leaned on the counter. Doing your best to take deep breaths when you heard the door open.

He came in, standing behind you. He brought his hands up to your hips, rubbing circles as he dipped his face in between your shoulder and neck. The tip of his aquiline nose trails up and down the sensitive skin. His breath creating goosebumps that begin to blossom as he gently kisses a spot right below your ear. Letting yourself just feel. No more fighting. No more holding yourself back. This is your Ez. Your love. You let your head roll back, laying on his shoulder as he continues leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. His big hands engulf your hips, gently pulling you back into him. The feeling of his chest on your back, his hard cock against your ass. A soft whimper tumbles out of your lips.

Letting him take full control, Ezra begins to undress you. His lips kissing every inch of skin as it’s revealed to him. You haven’t even realized he had coaxed you into the bedroom until he gently laid you down on the bed.

You sit up on your arms as you look down at your own God as he sinks to his knees at his alter.

He spreads your legs as he dips forward, his beautiful nose running along your thigh as he makes his way to your cunt.

His lips soon find what they’re looking for. Leaving a soft kiss to your clit, you lay back down as your hands make their way to his hands. Holding hands as he works his tongue around your sensitive spot, working you close to orgasm already.

Oh Ezra

Legs shaking as he takes the sacrament of his God. Your juices quenching his thirst for holy salvation.

He quickly covers your body with his, his lips soon attached to your lips as you taste yourself on him.

Back arching as he parts your holy waters, his cock filling your cunt in the way only he can.

You hold him close to you as he fills you over and over. Each deep stroke bringing you to eternal salvation.

He pulls your hands off his shoulders as he brings them above your head, fingers interlocking with his. Deep kisses in time with each thrust.

Oh Ez Oh oh my -

You chant his name over and over as he brings you higher and higher. No God to be found here, only him. Only Ezra. Your love. Your heart. Your soul.

You know it’s wrong to keep doing this. To keep giving in to him. He’s a drug that’s hard to quit. Ever since then you find yourself giving in to him whenever he wants. You know things are over between the two of you. You know he doesn’t want you in the same way you want him. But you still let him in your temple. You still allow him to take the sacrament freely if only to feel the love you once shared for a little bit. You continue to live, broken and shattered. Feeling whole, even for just a quick moment. You still worship his love even if he was a false God.

A/n: I hope yall enjoyed this, I know how sad this is. To be completely honest, this is literally my story. My last relationship/on going situationship. Um it’s very complicated. But I want everyone reading this to know you are beautiful and deserving of love. You deserve to be picked, to be chosen. To be loved for who you are. If you ever wanna talk to vent or anything, I’m here for you 🩵

[captainimfangirling]

The Boys Season 4 Episode 6

I love that they're acting like a team again but very sad Frencie and Butcher wasn't a part of it.

Hughie & Starlight

Poor Hughie. That was so f*cked up but at least they didn't just make a joke about it at the end. The person he wanted was his daddy after being sexually harassed! Poor thing. I love how protective Starlight is of Hughie and comforted him when he told her what happened. I was hoping for another beat down of Firecracker but I can see they're trying to make Annie a better person.

Ashley, Tek Knight, and Laddio

I knew she was a freak but didn't know she was a f*cking nasty freak! I'm kind of sad Tek Knight died because I thought he was very funny in Gen V but in The Boys he scared the crap out of me especially at the end when he tried to cut a hole in Hughie so he can f*ck it. How the f*ck did they make a sub in a red leather bodysuit so wholesome?! Like he tried to save Hughie when Tek was about to cut him and helped them figure out a way torture Tek. That little wave when they left?! LMAO

Mother's Milk

M.M. is struggling with the job even though I think he's doing good. Don't hate me but I see a parallel of him and Homelander. Both have a high position as leader but deep down they don't really know how to handle it. I also think the reason he's stressed out all the time because he doesn't think he's gonna live long enough to be there for his daughter.

Frenchie & Kimiko

Like I said last episode he did the right thing but I hate that he wasn't with them when they actually felt like a team again. I think he wants to confess what he's done to The Boys but he's too scared of their reaction especially Kimiko. I love Kimiko she's so smart and doesn't give up on the people she loves.

Black Noir & The Deep

New Black Noir can fly?! Anyway I think The Deep is making the story up about the real Black Noir getting turned on by violence or maybe he thought they were bros and assumed things about the real Black Noir. Either way he's giving the new Black Noir false information so I'm pretty sure he's going to turn into The Deep's version of Black Noir and probably start thinking he's the "real" Black Noir.

Sage and Victoria

I feel like Sage and Victoria had horrible experiences with humans therefore they both hate them deep down. At first I thought they were going to turn on Homelander but now I don't think they will. Sage was hilarious in this episode! She was like a toddler when Homelander saw her with cake all over her face! lol

Homelander & Firecracker

To be honest I'm wasn't too amused by that breast feedings scene. I mean it would've been funny a few seasons ago but after Homelander basically transformed himself into a "god" I thought he was gonna become even more scary and evil. That scene just made Homelander look like he still wants a mommy and human love. I thought he was passed this?! Also how the hell did Firecracker know about his milk fetish? Did she sneak into his room and saw all the baby bottles? I thought Homelander would be pissed that she knew but he was so excited about the breast milk that he didn't care. I really hope Firecracker only did that as a way to control Homelander and not because she's actually grateful for him. That would be more interesting because it might be her way of getting Sage's position.

Billy Butcher

Yeah I was right about Kessler being in Butcher's head (we all were). I though it was a good reveal when he "spoke" to Becca. Becca is for sure the angel on Butcher's shoulder and Kessler is the demon. I still think Kessler is basically the comic book version of Butcher. Anyway Kessler and Butcher are giving me Joe and Rhys vibe from the Netflix series YOU.

A-Train

I actually starting to like him. This is how you redeem a character! It was so cute when the little girl smiled at him and he smiled back because he got a taste if how it feels like to be a real super hero. I hope he doesn't die like other fans think because I HATE it when they want to redeem a character they have them die to save others. Like not every redemption arc has to be that way!

Internment Camp

Is that where the characters from Gen V went to? Because I remember Emma drinking a slurpee and Homelander giving Marie sh*t for basically attacking her own kind. So maybe Homelander doesn't want to kill other supes anymore but will put them in internment camps. Other fans think it's meant for the humans but why would they put humans in internment camps when Homelander can simply kill them? He wouldn't be killing his own kind if he kills humans.

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how do u see zan interacting with susie, magolor and marx

OH THIS IS FUNNN

first of all all instances we have of zan interacting w ppl consist of her insulting them (i think her form of insulting is so funny btw.she fully acknowledges others skills but seems all competitive abt it at the end n most of her nicknames arent even related to her competitive sore loser-ness.she just hates ppl anyways.why is she like this.) so im p sure she has the social skills of moldy cardboard

susie:i think zan would find her.the most tolerable? i mostly picture the mages interacting w wave 3, n she finds taranza (keeps trying to relate to her n his overly open emotional bonding is making her uncomfortable) n magolor (have had beef since childhood w each other)(more on that up ahead!) to be extremely obnoxious while susie doesnt comment on anything regarding her or tries being annoying on purpose, but ultimately zan sees susie as just "okay" bc she much prefers talking to her sisters, susie on the other hand has some.kinda lesbian fueled fascination? w her? she thinks she seems cool but pitiful but mean but naive but insane, faraway observation kinda crush, most of her attempts to make any moves completely fail bc zan doesnt understand anything shes trying to get at, i imagine the longer this goes on the worse susie is doing, ironically the more desperate she gets to get zan to get a hint the more calm zan gets around her bc as far as shes seeing things susie likes talking to her lol

tl dr susie rly wants this to be some epic yuri, zan thinks theyre acquaintances n that susie just has a tendency to say weird things like shes expecting a reply sometimes.if this yuri was successful theyd be that one image like "hi me n my girlfriend saw you from the other side of the club! n we like fucking HATE your vibe."

magolor:theres this one nifty theory magolor spent some amount of time at the jamba cult in the past, its a theory i borrow from my bestie n its been a while since shes explained it fresh to me, so if anyones interested i can always waterboard it until she explains it to me again so i can share it lol.anyways maggie spent some time as some kinda fourth sibling to the mages, i think zan liked him back then, shes a natural at being an older sister figure n she cherishes hyness n her sisters a lot in canon (only ppl shes affectionate towards n shes v expressive abt it), so she treated magolor similarly, till he either escaped or got the boot from hyness (i personally picture he was just obnoxiously curious? over questioning is a big deal in religion.so rly either realized this was a cult or hyness got tired of him), whereas shed just.grow to absolutely despise him bc thats betrayal of faith n betrayal of them to her, hyness wouldnt be happy w magolor specially n zan would see his word as the holy law, magolor seems to dislike the mages as well in a couple tweets, so i feel he also grew to dislike them, so they just.hate each other now they met again lol.magolor thinks pissing her off on purpose is hilarious n zan rly rly RLY wants to maim him.but kirby said they need to be friends so wtv.

tl dr zan thinks hes a heretic false believer guilty of blasphemy n apostasy, magolor thinks shes an annoying blind suck up to a stupid cult religion

marx:she has no.interest in him lol.she thinks hes a little funny at times (mostly when nobody else thinks its funny) (she also thinks puns r funny but dont tell anyone she said that) but mostly looks like pointless trouble also hes friends w magolor so thats 50 negative points immediately by association.

[rescue-ram]

WAUGH FINISHED S3 😭😭😭

Season 2 remains best season of MASH to me but two things stood out to me about S3 esp... the Mutual Delight, it seemed like Trapper was constantly looking over at Hawkeye and giggling/Wayne breaking, and there were several episodes that were Thinkers to me...

House Arrest not even your extremely good TrapHawk moments can atone for your sins ❤️ IDK I have a high tolerance for bad 70s sex comedy but this one was just weird tonally, it was supposed to end on comeuppance for Frank but it just felt really weird, especially since Hawkeye was under arrest for sucker punching Frank and Frank was falsely accused... Did make me think about Margaret and her deeply fucky wucky relationships with men in power and wonder if Col Reese's seduction/assault of him is meant to parallel those relationships

God I have so many thoughts on The Consultant I need to marinate on them another day or two but really interesting ep

There was also more conflict between TrapHawk this season albeit p subtle... Little jabs, little bickerings, makes you wonder where the relationship could've gone if they'd had more time *pops on my fic writer hat*

I've long had the vibe that Trapper is one of those guys who doesn't know how to relate to women outside of a sexual context and there were two contrasting moments this season that v much validated that vibe... When he and Margaret get stuck in the supply shed together under shelling and have a charged moment and he makes a move on her, and then in Aid Station Hawkeye has sort of similar moment and Trapper asks "How was she" and Hawkeye is like "C'mon a man and a woman can have completely professional respect for each other" and Trapper goes "Pull the other one" basically... Like seeing those two episodes in close succession definitely contrasted for me

Baby me thought Adam's Ribs was stupid so I was vaguely dreading that episode but it was actually really funny and good so that was a delightful surprise lol

So many good "nasty streak of morality" Trapper moments this season ❤️ his unhesitating support for the prisoner exchange in Rainbow Bridge and his disgust over Iron Guts Kelly's fake death esp stand out to me

OR MY BELOVED HAD BETTER WIN THE BEST MASH EPISODE TOURNEY seriously so so good

Check Up made me 🥹 Although there was an assault joke that literally went over my head until it was pointed out bchcmcn

I love the recurring singing surgeon Spalding jdjfjfj The TrapHawk singalong with him was the highlight of There's nothing like a nurse along with the return of 5 O'Clock Charlie

So many good little moments this season ❤️

Final thought but Henry being praised for his humanity not his command was interesting... He's not necessarily moral but he's very humane, and that did give me Potter comparison thoughts I need to unlock and better articulate kfkfk

As far as deranged timeline endeavor this season had a lot of eps that take place over 1-2 days so only ~2 months pass on screen so insane timeline project is officially viable

God I love MASH

[gabriellerudessa]

Compass (Norm Maclean x OC) - Part XX

"Also, she had told that apparently his sister had gone off the rails because there was no other explanation for why she had invaded a damn restricted level, damn it. He had never even been able to convince her to play a prank on their father if it was to be done in the Overseer’s office – “No, at home all right, but at the office? Are you insane?” –, and they weren’t even prohibited from going inside it. That was how good of a Vault-Dweller Lucy was."

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Warnings: None in this one lol

XX

They crossed what looked to be a reception area, desks and terminals around, and while it was dark and dusty, it wasn’t as filthy and dirtied as he had come to expect. Double doors left the space, ending in a single door with a glass window in it, letters in it; Norm spoke before Marigold lost time deciphering it: “Medical Supplies”. There was another door on the other side.

“So…” Marigold started, looking through the glass with a raised eyebrow.

“Esther wrote that the floor opens into a metal tunnel downwards and ends in a chute. The other door is false… Or at least the handle is.”

“And it’s written Medical Supplies. That’s smart. Perfect bait for Wastelanders.” She tapped the window with a sigh.

“Still want to come with me?” He asked, opening the door.

“Of course.”

They stepped inside and she pulled him to her in a tight hug, his feet off the ground and their eyes aligned.

“Hey there.” She grinned, and he chuckled, hugging her back.

Sirens started, a sound of the door locking. Steam hissed above, and then they were falling.

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Despite knowing what expected him and that they were tightly pressed to each other, the chute taking them down to the Vault was… Terrifying and he sincerely hoped to never do it again.

It spat them into a small room, Marigold banging against a metal door.

“Fuck.” She groaned, clearly in pain, and let him go.

“Absolutely.” He agreed, and slowly got up, willing his legs to stop shaking and looking around. Marigold did the same before he could offer to help, hand rubbing at the side she had banged.

There were two stretchers against the walls, two doors and a glass window, looking into the Vault and its central garden, people coming and going, using Vault-Suits and scrubs and Pip-Boys. For all effects, looking as Vault Dwellers.

As he approached the window, Marigold close behind, eyes taking all in, a woman stepped forward, long black hair framing a friendly face, even if tired, older looking than her posture and eyes suggested.

“Norman Maclean and Marigold Bear, I presume.” The voice was easy to recognize as the one that had talked through the control console.

“And you’re Birdie.” She nodded slightly.

“I’m responsible for dealings involving the surface. Thank you for taking the risk.” Her eyes focused on Marigold’s forehead. “I’ll ask for a doctor to take a look at that.”

“You really don’t need-”

“She also has a wound on her thigh and upper arm and did something on her left shoulder some days back.” Norm cut Marigold, raising an eyebrow at her, and she actually pouted.

“I haven’t felt pain in my shoulder since that shot out.”

“Still good to take a look.” He looked back at Birdie, Marigold mumbling a not-that-teasing ‘bossy’ behind him as he took in Birdie’s small smile, typing in her Pip-Boy.

If she was offering medical treatment, he was going to take it while they could.

“I informed them of it all.” Her arm lowered, hands at her back. Then he felt her eyes in his face, distinctly analytical. “You and Lucy have the same eyes.”

He straightened, shoulders setting. He hadn’t told Lucy’s name.

Thank God some good news.

“So she passed through here.”

“Fell through the chute with a friend, Titus.” Damn it, he hadn’t asked Ma June the name of the Bounty. That had been so dumb. “They were searching medicine for his arm. He was as stubborn about it as any Wastelander.” Birdie raised an eyebrow without losing her slight smile, looking at Marigold.

“Fuck, you and Goose would go along fine.” Marigold groaned, no heat in her words.

“Marigold’s sister.” He explained at Birdie’s confused look. “What happened? Is Lucy still here?”

Birdie shook her head, gently.

“She… Invaded a restricted level and hurt one of our scientists. Titus briefly stole our fusion core for his Power-Armor and hurt more people to help her. As a result, they were both exiled to the surface with supplies for two weeks, a little more than a week ago.”

He blinked at Birdie, mouth opening and closing.

“Lucy? She invaded a place out of limits and hurt someone? In a Vault?”

There was no way. No fucking way. It was Lucy they were talking about. Perfect Vault Dweller Lucy, did everything asked of her and more with enthusiasm, to the point of annoyance, chosen for the Vault Exchange, never did anything wrong beyond pranks on their father and leaving the Vault to search for their lying father.

“Exactly.”

“Apparently the two of you also have curiosity as a trace in common.” Marigold chuckled beside him, hand tapping his back.

“Lucy was never actually curious. She was always the perfect Vault Dweller. And it was only her, not the Titus guy, that invaded the level?” He shook his head and crossed his arms, eyebrows frowning.

“No, she was alone when our security team apprehended her.”

The door they had banged into slid open, a doctor coming in, covered in protective gear and carrying medical supplies. Marigold’s shoulders slumped. Norm poked her in the side with his elbow, grinning.

“Go on.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” She sat at a stretcher and slumped, following the doctor’s instructions, and Norm looked back at Birdie.

She wasn’t telling anything about the level in itself, and he suspected it was related to the experiments Esther had written about; he could see that as not being something they advertised to new arrivals. It made sense that Lucy would cause problems if she discovered that… But how the hell had she discovered in the first place? Invading places was so not-Lucy…

“… I found a terminal by a woman called Esther Greenie.” Birdie straightened slightly, hands leaving her back. “She talked about the experiments that Vault-Tec did here. That’s what Lucy ended up discovering, right?”

Birdie watched him, then slowly nodded.

“It is. We still take care of some previous test subjects, trying to discover a way to undo the things done to them. Lucy invaded the level they’re kept, while we were honoring the dead of Shady Sands.”

That’s… He was the one using moments when everyone was distracted to nosy around. Lucy? Lucy was terrible at these, always just went with her gut.

“That’s… That’s really not like her. Do you know what made her do it?”

“I don’t know, but she thought we were the ones doing the experiments. Was convinced of it until we showed a holotape that proved it had been Vault-Tec scientists.” Birdie shook her head, collecting her hands at her front.

“This all is just... It’s not something Lucy would do.”

“I can understand your shock. We weren’t expecting it of her too, specially not as a Vault-Dweller. They did return our fusion core,” that sounded like Lucy “for which we are thankful, but…” Birdie stopped, looked to the side, lips in a line.  Thoughtful. “Actually… She told us there’s no experiment in Vault 33.” She looked back at him, face somber. “Is that really true, Norman?”

Norm’s eyebrows frowned, crossing his arms.

“… No. The people there just… Don’t know they’re rats in a lab. The Overseer does, and some others are into the secret, but… Lucy, everyone else… Don’t. I didn’t, not until just over a week ago.”

“Is that why you’re searching her?” He nodded at Birdie’s question.

“She’s my sister, out here under the impression that Vault-Tec are these God damned heroes. She needs to know.”

“… Can I ask the experiment?” Birdie frowned at him, chin slightly leaning down.

Norm looked to the side, sighed, shoulders slumping, and looked back. It made sense. He knew about the experiments of their Vault. Why wouldn’t they want to know about the ones from his?

“Selective breeding to try and get the ‘best Managers’ or whatever in this line to lead everyone into one day retaking the surface. Involves a lot ‘doing as expected without question’, or at least that’s how it ended for most of the Vault-Dwellers there.” For a moment he wondered if he should talk about Vault 31 and 32, but decided against it. It didn’t seem as if Lucy had gone into details about the Tri-Vault thing, or even the attack, after all. “As far as I know, they never did anything as troublesome as the hybridization experiments Esther wrote about.”

“But the knowledge still shaped and shook you.” He nodded, and Birdie did the same. “I’m sorry I don’t have more information about where your sister might be, Norman.”

He sighed, body leaning back.

“You confirmed that one week ago she was alive. That’s more than I had when I came in.” Norm forced a shrug, swallowing. So much could change in one week when in the surface. His own journey was proof of it.

Also, she had told that apparently his sister had gone off the rails because there was no other explanation for why she had invaded a damn restricted level, damn it. He had never even been able to convince her to play a prank on their father if it was to be done in the Overseer’s office – “No, at home all right, but at the office? Are you insane?” –, and they weren’t even prohibited from going inside it. That was how good of a Vault-Dweller Lucy was.

If Lucy had been told to not go into the level… She wouldn’t. End of subject. How much had she changed in the surface?

Norm hoped she was still the sister he knew and loved.

“I hope you do find her alive. Despite exiling her, we didn’t wish her harm.” Birdie smiled lightly, and he nodded. “I would like to ask about where you found the terminal. Esther was a dear friend to the Vault, even before I arrived, always managing to trade mechanicals items and supplies we needed.”

“What do you mean, arrived?”

“I’m from the surface, Norman, as many here. A survival from Shady Sands.”

He blinked and nodded. That should’ve been obvious, but he was still hung up on Lucy’s actions.

“I found it at a store turned house, it’s some hours of walking south-west. I have the coordinates if you want.”

“I’ll accept those.” Norm pulled them in his Pip-Boy, together with the new password to the terminal, turning it to show the screen as Birdie typed it all in her own Pip-Boy.

“Do you know what happened to her? The place was empty.”

Birdie smiled sadly.

“Esther was a pre-war Ghoul. She went feral, five years ago. We managed to take care of her in her final moments, as her mind devolved and forgot things. She was unable to tell us where we could find her things because of it.” That was… Bittersweet. At least Esther had been cared for.

“There’s a pre-war wedding ring in the desk at the chem-lab.”

“We will make sure to put it in her grave. Thank you.” Birdie’s hands lowered again, still smiling.

Norm looked over towards Marigold; the doctor was slowly feeling her left shoulder, the bag-belt by the stretcher.

“I think we will be going and be out of your hair as soon as they finish, then.”

“Fine by me, Norm-boy.” Marigold nodded at him, moving her hand and arm as the doctor ordered.

For all her previous whining, she was being very cooperative. Figures.

“I understand, but our policy is for anyone arriving from the surface to be in quarantine for some hours, just to avoid any contamination. Since you would needed to walk from here to the exterior door, we still need to enforce it.” Birdie looked at her Pip-Boy, frowning. “The sun will be down by then. Your sister was exiled, not you. As long as you don’t cause any trouble, the two of you are welcome to pass the night in the Vault.”

“You can make this type of decision without passing it through your Overseer?” Norm frowned at Birdie, and she smiled.

“It’s the Vault’s policy, Norman. I’m just enforcing it. I’ll come back at the end of the quarantine.” Birdie nodded and left.

Norm sighed as he turned towards Marigold. The doctor finished injecting something in her shoulder, then nodded at both of them, collected everything and left through the other door as Marigold pulled her shirt back up and fixed the knife-belt across her body.

“What he told you?” He pulled himself up the stretcher, sitting beside her, feet dangling away from the ground.

“That I probably had it dislocated for a time. It’s back in place, but he still injected some anti-inflammatory to make sure I won’t have any trouble.” She pressed her lips in a line, elbows at her knees. “Thanks for the insistence.”

“You’re welcome. And the rest?” He pressed against her side and Marigold pressed back.

“Healing fine. You can stop worrying so much, Norm-boy.”

“All right, all right…” He shook his head. “What do you make of it all?”

“Titus is a very Brotherhood of Steel name, as far as I know. Add in a Power-Armor…” Marigold shrugged, and Norm frowned.

“Ma June said the Bounty was a scientist from the Enclave. And that the Brotherhood was going after him too.” Marigold nodded, frowning back.

“There’s a big chunk of things we don’t know. What happened with the scientist and why the fuck was your sister travelling with someone from the Brotherhood?”

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Time passed slowly, and while at first they threw theories around about how Lucy and someone from the Brotherhood – a Knight, Marigold assumed, because of the Power-Armor – were travelling together and why the hell Lucy had invaded a restricted place, Marigold had ended standing by the window, bag-belt back in place, watching the green plants and garden one level down. Healthy, alive…

“Is your Vault like this?” she asked when the talk lulled.

Norm’s steps sounded, stopping beside her, her hand landing on the top of his back without a though, feeling him leaning against her.

At that point, it only seemed natural.

“No. We have a field to plant certain foods like potatoes and corn, but not like this. There, we have a projector that creates the illusion of a sun and that the field is bigger than it actually is.”

She nodded, grinning, leaning back against him.

“So not as pretty as here.”

He chuckled.

“Definitely not. I like more what they did here, with the plants twisting around the pillars.” In his reflection, Marigold saw how his head leaned towards her, eyes softening. “It’s less of an illusion. More… Truthful.”

“… Not easy to appreciate what you had in your Vault because of the lies you discovered, I imagine.”

He shook his head slowly, crossing his arms.

A whooshing sound, and they looked to see Birdie on the outside, door open, smiling.

“The quarantine is over, and dinner is being served.”

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They entered in a line behind other Vaulties, Norm in front of her and Birdie behind, a tray with a bowl to each one. They soon reached a counter where one older woman was serving the food.

“Here, a little more to you, young man, you have a lot to grow up.” She served Norm, and Marigold held in a snicker at how, even while he smiled politely, his eyes were pained – she bet he got a lot of that in his own Vault when growing up. “Oh my, aren’t you a big girl? Here, more, we must make sure you don’t lose those curves.” The woman winked at her, serving what should be double what Norm had received in the bowl, and Marigold grinned right back.

“Thanks, ma’am.”

She followed Norm with her tray in hands, still hearing the woman talking behind her, trying to not let all the plants and green around distract her.

“Oh, Birdie, here, a little more, always doing so much for us.”

They sat at one of the tables in the middle of the garden, the fragrant smell of green and earth and flowers surrounding them – so, so different from the smell of sand and dust she was used to. Norm sat facing her, slowly starting to eat, and Marigold forced herself to stop looking at all that green grass – it was so different and more alive than what was around Filly, nothing of the smell of sand and dust and tinge of radiation…

Marigold took a look at her tray; mostly of the food remembered somethings they had in the surface, but what really attracted her attention was the bowl: some type of pasta with red sauce. She raised it, breathing it in, and the smell was clearly mutfruit with something else. Stabbing the fork – shining, no weird bend nor nothing – into some of it, she ate a small portion, the thickness of mutfruit spreading alongside soft-chewy pieces that she didn’t recognize.

Tasty, but… Weird, there was none of the radiation aftertaste she had come to expect. In the surface, you could mask it with the right spices and preparation, but there was always some small note of it. Even if the food had no radiation whatsoever, the taste always clung to it, especially if you knew what to look for.

“That’s Odette. Don’t take her words personally. Whatever much you’re eating, she always thinks it’s not enough. Also, the Overseer pointed me two units you can use for the night.” Birdie said as she sat down at the same table.

“Ah, no need, Birdie. One is enough.” Norm interrupted her, and Marigold felt unknown tension melt from her shoulders.

Birdie looked at her, raising one eyebrow in search of confirmation.

“That’s righty. One unit, no need for big things.” Marigold nodded and shrugged; she didn’t want to get separated from him, and really, with how silent everything was, just voices and steps, sleep would be hard enough. At least with him close by she could focus on the sound of his breathing.

As she had already been doing, she realized as she started to truly dig into the food. Fuck, she was in deep, wasn’t she?

“Then that’s how it will be.” Birdie smiled.

“Will we meet the Overseer?” Norm asked as he slowly ate.

“He got held up in a foosball meeting, so probably just tomorrow as we see you off, those things can extend a long time.” What the fuck was foosball? “In between, he did ask me to reassure you, Norman, that despite what your sister did, you’re welcome, now and in the future.”

“Thank you?” Norm blinked at Birdie and nodded.

New tension spread alongside Marigold’s shoulders. ‘You’re welcome, now and in the future’. Fuck.

“Marigold?” Birdie’s voice called, and she slowly looked at the woman. Birdie had a small, gentle smile. “Please remember that you’re also welcome here.”

“Ah… Thanks, Birdie.”

Birdie nodded at her and focused on eating again. Something poked slightly her feet, and she turned at Norm. He gave her a smile and a nod, and Marigold found herself sighing.

Even if he ever decided for Vault 4… She wasn’t blocked from it. Fuck, by the look of things, she could decide for it too.

It was… Weird. Not something she had thought as possible. Swallowing, hoping the lump in her throat would go away, Marigold tried to focus on eating.

Before she managed to, she felt someone poking her slightly in the shoulder.

“Excuse me.” A woman and a man, grey hairs, old, tired, skin weathered and full of sun spots – so from the surface, without a doubt –, but smiling, hands strong and scarred and Vault-Suits bearing fresh shoe polish stains.

“Yes?”

“Do you, by any chances, know a woman called Guadalupe Bear?”

No way.

“That’s my Ma.” She smiled at the older couple, and they laughed, the woman pinching her cheeks painfully. It didn’t bother her.

“Oh my God! I told you, Bernie!” she slapped the man’s shoulder, and he shrugged good naturedly.

“You did, Tish.”

“You look exactly like her!”

“I get that a lot. From all my sisters, I’m the one that got her full looks.”

“Got her height too?” Bernie asked, and Marigold grinned, getting up. Both laughed and she sat down again.

“How is she? And Isaac? And… That other, the one they met in a bar brawl…”

“You must mean Dad Francesco.” Tish nodded fiercely. Oh, bar brawl? She had to pester Dad for the details… They always had said generally ‘oh we met in Shady Sands’. “All alive and kicking, thank you.”

“How did you meet Guadalupe?” Norm asked from the other side, and Bernie and Tish smiled at him.

“It was in Shady Sands. Since she was a teenager. Guadalupe would bring leather and meat to trade, drink a little with us if it was too late to travel back… She was a good friend. And you, young man, is that coat a Bear work?”

“It’s Norman. And I think so? I helped with a problem the Bears had, and Guadalupe gave it to me in exchange.” Norm shrugged, smiling at them.

“Oh. Can I, Norman?” Tish approached Norm, hands extended towards the sleeve of the leather coat, and he nodded. She expertly touched the leather, fingers and nail sliding, analyzing the texture, nodding, smile growing. “Radstag, Guadalupe’s work, no doubt. How I missed the leather tanned by the Bears… One of the best. Thank you, Norman.” Tish tapped his wrist and retreated.

“You’re welcome, Tish.” He nodded at her, eating another mouthful.

“So your family produces leather?” Birdie called at Marigold from the other side of the table, smiling.

“Yeah. Not exclusively, our main activity is hunting, but we don’t let anything go to waste.”

“One of the best, Birdie, even the molerat leather.” Bernie nodded besides Tish, and Birdie nodded slightly. “We’re happy to know that Guadalupe is well. Which of her kids are you?”

“Marigold. Middle one.” They nodded back, grinning.

“Oh, we remember your pregnancy. She cursed a lot during it because of her feet. Would throw things at Isaac, saying he was never touching her again. He just laughed and came back to massage her feet every damn time.”

Marigold snorted an aborted laugh, getting Norm’s smile in her peripherals. That her parents had never told her and she could barely wait to tell her siblings so they could tease Ma and Pa – and knowing Dad, he definitely would help. He never lost a chance to tease his partners.

Also, while Regina was Francesco’s by blood – she was a copy of him, no way to doubt –, Marigold had heard a lot growing up to know that that threat had never been enforced.

“Will you stay here, sweetie?”

“Ah, no, we’re leaving tomorrow morning. He’s looking for his sister, and I’m checking in on my sister, Catarina.”

“Guadalupe brought Catarina once! So spirited, that one!” Tish clapped her hands, smiling. “So we’ll see the both of you out tomorrow! Please call us, Birdie! Until then!”

The couple nodded their goodbyes to all of them and left, still smiling, and Marigold sighed, a small smile in place.

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The rest of the dinner had been uneventful – besides the weird mutations he occasionally noticed on some inhabitants, but the memory of the experiments helped him not to stare –, and soon Birdie was guiding them through the corridors, explaining the place and where their unit was. Norm heard with only half an ear, still thinking about the brief meeting with Bernie and Tish, Wastelanders living in a Vault, old friends of Guadalupe.

The surface had seemed so impossible big, but now… It seemed smaller. More manageable.

If Marigold could accidentally find old friends of her mother, when they had lived in a place that had been bombed… Then finding Lucy wasn’t that impossible anymore. Finding her alive was easier to hope for.

“Here. Unit 430. I’ll connect it to your Pip-Boy so you will have privacy while here.” He focused back into Birdie, offering his Pip-Boy so she could type in it. “Done. Please, have a good night.” Birdie smiled, nodded at them and left.

Marigold stopped beside him, and he noticed how she eyed the door, the mailbox beside it, the glass windows allowing them to see inside. Focused.

“Ready for a night in a Vault, Marigold?” Norm smiled up at her, Pip-Boy held up in front of him.

She sighed, grinned, and put her hand at the top of his back, her warmth welcome.

“No, but let’s go.” He nodded, smile still up, and sent the order for the door to open.

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He locked the door behind them, glad for it – after all those days in the surface where they had to make do with half broken doors and so on, with the exception of Esther’s shelter, he was never taking a lockable door for granted again.

It was a standard unit, no walls separating the environments. Double bed, living room area with sofa, armchair, television and some more, a complete kitchen, dinner table in the middle of it all, a door that probably led to the bathroom… Small, but everything that someone needed in a Vault.

Someone had left a basket full of different pre-war foods above the dinner table, a note propped up on it saying “welcome, from Birdie and friends”. It included Sugar Bombs and Fancy Lads Snack Cakes, and he could just remember the poisoned ones in his sidebag.

Yeah, sorry, Birdie, not touching those.

There were also two fluff bathrobes carefully folded above the bed. Norm couldn’t help but wonder if they had found one that fit Marigold.

After how they had made do with the bare minimum the last… Week and some days?, it almost seemed too much.

Marigold stepped away from him, letting her backpack and bag-belt at a corner of the sofa.

“Did you notice?” she asked, carefully unloading her hunting rifle and hiding it between the mattress and the bed-frame, opposite the door.

“What?” He followed her example, sidebag and bag at the sofa, leather coat dangling at the coat rack by the door. He kept the Pip-Boy, if only because it seemed weird to be without it in a Vault.

“We passed by a window looking into a storage room. There was a Power-Armor inside, Brotherhood of Steel symbol at the chest.” She tapped the middle of her chest in demonstration. “It also had some claw marks, definitely yao guai, but that’s not the point. Lucy without a doubt was travelling with a Brotherhood Knight.”

“Maybe a deserter?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the dinner table, frowning.

Marigold shrugged and started fliting around the unit, eyes and hands curious.

“It’s possible, true, but a Knight? They’re top of the ladder, can’t think of why one would desert. And it still doesn’t answer where the fuck the scientist is.” She picked up a decorative piece from a side table, turning it this and that way, face scrunching up then looking up at him. “What the fuck is this supposed to be?”

Norm grinned and shrugged.

“I have no idea.” She looked again at the thing and put it back in place. “And yes, there’s the scientist.” He frowned. “Maybe Lucy lost the scientist and teamed up with the Knight so they could find him?”

Marigold stopped what she was doing, a sculpted paper weight in hands, and blinked at him.

“That… Actually makes sense. Birdie said that Titus had stolen their fusion core, right?”

“And he left without his Power-Armor after returning it.” He blinked, straightening. “He arrived without the armor. He had no way of moving it without a power source. The Vault-Dwellers must have brought it at first.”

Marigold blinked, putting the paper weight down and crossing her arms.

“Most Knights are totally dependent on their Power-Armor. And, fuck, as far as I know, Knights always go on missions with a Squire carrying their supplies. Food, meds, everything.”

“He arrived only with Lucy. And they ended here because they were searching medicine, Birdie was clear about it.” Marigold nodded. “Whatever happened with him, he was left unable to use his armor, without supplies, and without a helper.”

“And Lucy clearly lost the scientist.” Marigold frowned. “Would it be a Lucy-thing to make a deal for mutual help so they would find the scientist together?”

Norm tapped a finger against his arm, eyebrows frowned as his eyes looked across the space.

“… I can see her doing so with people she knows. With a total stranger, it seems a little harder, but… Not impossible, if she really needed it.”

“So we have a… Working theory.” She grinned at him and started nosying around again.

“That we do. Still doesn’t answer why, for God’s sake, she invaded a restricted level and hurt someone there in a Vault.”

“Maybe the Knight put her up to it and stayed back?”

“Why would that Titus guy do it?”

Marigold shrugged, frowning at a blender.

“Maybe he thought it meant some important technology for the Brotherhood?”

“He stole their fusion core easily, from what we heard. Besides, no, that doesn’t fit Lucy. If she wasn’t the one coming up with illegal ideas, she wasn’t doing it.”

She blinked at him, blender back into the kitchen counter.

“Lucy had a lot of those, then?”

Norm stopped and chuckled.

“No. Leaving the Vault was the only one I knew of.”

“Well, that’s a bummer. I’m all out of ideas then.” Marigold opened a kitchen drawer, messing with the cutleries inside.

“Yeah, me too…” Norm sighed and resigned himself to watch Marigold investigating the unit and its items. It seemed this was the type of thing he would need to ask Lucy why the hell she had done it.

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“Fuck, Norm-boy, all this reminds me of Ed’s room.” She chuckled as she put a weird decorative vase down, after she had gone over everything in the kitchen and living room area.

“How so?”

“A bunch of shiny things that I have no idea why they even exist.” She shrugged and grinned.

It made him laugh, which was good after all the serious thoughts and trying to understand and connect all the information Birdie had given him.

Yeah, a distraction sounded good-

“Oh God, this smells good.” Marigold moaned, the sound causing a violent spark of arousal through him. He snapped his head in time to see her with her nose sunk into one of the bathrobes.

“Hm… What?”

“It’s just… Some flowers, I don’t know the name. Fuck. It’s the best thing I smelled in my life.” She talked all that without taking the bathrobe from her face, voice muffled.

He chuckled, trying to ignore the arousal simmering inside him, and strode towards her. Actually embarrassing how, apparently, it wasn’t needed much to distract his brain if Marigold was involved.

“Let me see.” He pulled a side of it, the flowery and fragrant smell reaching him, easily recognizable. “It’s lavender.”

“Let me tell you, Norm-boy.” She finally lowered the bathrobe from her face, caressing it softly, her smile visible. “You’re still fresh from the Vault so you probably didn’t notice it yet, but in the surface, no matter what we do, there’s always the smell of dust and sand. It clings to everything.” She put the bathrobe back in the bed. “That’s definitely not a problem the Vault has.”

“Is it weird, always smelling dust and sand?”

“You get used to it.” She shrugged, looking around. “It’s when it’s missing that you really notice it’s always there. What’s this door?” she strode towards said door, in front of the double bed. It opened soundlessly at her approach, before he could answer. “Holy shit.”

Norm approached, stopping beside her and looking inside the bathroom; small, simple, the basics of a sink, toilet, shower, and standard hygiene products, curtains separating the shower area. A small sigh left him – an actual shower with hot water… God, that sounded good.

“Fuck. Functioning showers are rare in the surface. Dad and Pa talked about putting one some years ago, but they worried it would deplete our underground water reserves faster, with a family so big.”

“How do you do?”

“Bucket, washing cloth and homemade soap, usually made with mutfruit or broc flowers.” He looked at her face, and her eyes were still fixed in the shower. “There’s an inn in Filly that has one, you can use by paying a per minute fee. It can racket up quite a small fortune. Never had enough caps for it.”

Marigold bit her lip, and Norm swallowed, the memory of the kisses like a vengeance. Maybe it was time he started kissing her again…

“That’s not something you have to worry about here.” Norm poked her with his elbow, more arousal dripping through him at just the thought of kissing her.

She smiled at him, letting go of her lip. He wasn’t sure if he was thankful or disappointed.

“Yeah… I just…” she looked again at the shower. “I mean, I don’t even know if it’s worth it. I don’t have anything clean to use after, it seems a waste of water.” She shrugged.

Norm frowned. Sure, they had to be mindful of water, but not taking a single shower because of her clothes… Damn it. He wanted her to enjoy it. It wasn’t as if they would get another chance after they left.

He looked towards the kitchen area, just to make sure he wasn’t misremembering, and no he wasn’t, thank God.

“There’s a washing machine and dryer. It will take some time, but your clothes will be clean in time for tomorrow morning.”

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Damn. A machine to wash and dry their clothes… Vaulties had all the easy ways of living.

“And if you’re still worried about wasting water…” Norm kept talking, and she deviated her eyes from the shower to him. He was looking up at her, his neck slowly flushing red above the Vault-Suit. “We can always share the shower.”

He whispered, his voice almost disappearing at the end. Oh, he was going down that path?

Marigold grinned, slowly, her eyes purposefully going down his body and back, the sight of his naked arms and shoulders still fresh in her mind, stopping at his eyes.

“My dearest, if we do that, I’m not sure I can keep my hands away from you.” Just the thought of getting to touch him without restrictions had arousal thrumming inside her, fast and strong, and she shifted lightly.

“And if I don’t want you to keep your hands away?” He said, voice seeming to tremble. A hand twisted in the tip of her braid, without pulling.

Marigold chuckled, even while warmth spread through her belly and thighs.

“Then we would still be wasting water because I’ll take my time.” She licked her lip and ended with a bite. “But if you really want my hands on you, my dearest, we can always use the bed for that.” Besides, it would mean that neither of them had to worry about remaining standing.

If she had her way, he would have trouble doing so by the end.

“Well… We do have the time tonight, don’t you agree, Beautiful?”

Her breath hitched, affection and warmth at her chest, even while she wholehearted agreed and thanked: time, fucking precious time, alongside a safe place for it.

Marigold started leaning down, Norm lightly pulling at her braid… There was movement in her peripherals, and oh fuck, glass windows and open curtains, she had forgot that.

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Norm leaned up, getting on his toes… And Marigold held his chin, keeping him from her lips, kissing instead his cheek, gently.

“Then let’s just make sure to close the curtains, or we’ll be giving a show.” She whispered against his ear, and he snapped his head towards the windows.

A couple of Vault-Dwellers, clearly looking inside their unit, jumped on the corridor and scampered off.

He sighed, heat rising to his cheeks, and Marigold chuckled beside him, straightening.

“I’m sorry for that…” Norm strode towards the right window; he wasn’t even mad at the Vault-Dwellers; really, what people usually had to do in a Vault? Gossip about each other’s lives.

“Don’t sweat it, Norm-boy. There’s open windows and people are curious.” He heard her moving as he finished with the curtains and blinds on the right window and went to the left one.

“Still. They were clearly looking inside, not even pretending not to. That’s rude-” he finished and turned, whatever other words he had been thinking escaping his mind.

Marigold was by the sofa, boots and socks leaning against the furniture, naked feet against the carpet, bracers and gloves on the seat, cape and knives-belt at the backrest, the first buttons of her shirt unmade.

Not much skin showing… But she had her hands open like if gifting herself, that extra-trouble grin as she bit her lip, eyes heated on him.

“Tell me, my dearest, do you prefer to help or to receive a show?”

[klonoadreams]

Please tell me Scarnoa notices Larry's square pupils. She comes across him at random one day and just notices. Someone overhears her pointing out how interesting they are, and people suddenly start finding him more interesting.

lmao she tries doing something like that and while it catches him off guard, expect him to flip it on her, since she has heterochromia. And like really, she shouldn't be talking.

Larry: Little brat. *pats her on the head before ordering another plate of rice balls*

Living like Larry, being a tired man who works three jobs that Geeta oversees. By the by, I was wondering why the Japanese Pixiv fics kept bringing up Area Zero whenever Larry was involved.

Recently looked at the map and YEAH, Medali is right by the fucking entrance. You look at Larry and realize why he's there. This man is a massive line of defense. And sometimes, he goes overboard with it, so Geeta is all "Okay, I need you to do this...but don't go overboard with the trainers."

Later,

Geeta: Larry what the actual fuck, I got a complaint -

Larry: Yeah that's my bad - didn't expect to still be in fight or flight mode after that false alarm.

I like to think that every so often, Larry accidentally stomps out potential Champions for the season - not by choice, it just happens. And Geeta just has to deal with it. Truly, she is a busy woman that has to keep everyone in check. God damn, she is married to her JOB. She is too damn busy for this, LARRY PLEASE.

Nemona was the best thing to ever happen...and then here's Scarnoa, being an absolute mystery, but hey - she's got talent in battling. Even Larry seems to be enjoying himself while other people start to see more of his charm that only the Elite Four and the Gym Leaders seem to be away of. He certainly has his fans. :V

I feel Scarnoa will just bring more attention to him, so I just think the side effect is the People of Medali being a little possessive of Larry, like, "back off, he's ours" in the most lighthearted way. Honestly, they're just proud. And will fucking protect him, despite him being capable of defending himself (IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS)

Living like Larry, getting this weird, blank-faced girl who is most expressive when she eats. They're alike in that sense. Spot the difference lol.

[milesworld96]

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INDUS SHEER ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

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[ariadnasdiary]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 / 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

Mun Ari: Thank you for the tag @kindan-no-kanojo ^^. These sure were some interesting questions lol.

Did they believe in Santa?

As a little kid she did, now that she's older no. However, in the future she'll allow her children to believe in him and will actually make an efford for them to believe in him for them to have a happy childhood like she did.

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?

I'm not really sure what this question mean actually :'v. If it's in terms of interests/collections as Ari was a kid… I'll say a rock kid(?. She did enjoyed looking for pretty rocks when she went to beaches (and seashells), rivers or lakes and she had an obsession with (false) precious jewels she'll collect.

Bugs or slimy critters?

Bugs. As a little girl, Ari used to enjoy looking and playing with bugs like butterflies, ladybugs and even to curious/weird looking bugs like worms and others. She never touched or played with slimy creatures though, she would be grossed lol.

Do they fidget? How?

All the time~. You can easily know how anxious or nervous Ari is just looking at her. She usually fidget with her clothes, fingers, an item or hair.

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?

Believe it or not, Ari was quite the hiperactive and naughty child. She used to have an almost unlimited energy and imagination, which resulted in constan mess whenever she'll go. She'll leave a trace of clothes, toys or materials (pencils, crayons or drawings), so she would get in trouble for the mess or being reckless in some situations lol.

What underwear do they like?

Normal, comfy and borderline "boring". Panty types like: hipster, hiphugger, bodyshorts and bikini. In terms of bra… well, she needs push ups otherwise "she's flat as a pancake" citing Ayato lol. Of course~ she does have special lingerine for special occasions~ 7u7

Designs on clothing or no?

Depends: As long as Ari finds them pretty, affordable, combine them and can add them into her style she'll make them work.

Birthmarks?

No, she does have a scar on the right side of her forehead and various moles all over her body though.

Do they have good self-control?

She does, but sometimes her feelings (depending the situation in hand) gets the best of her. Just like everyone, sometimes the situation makes us feel and therefore react without us reallly being able to control it. However, overall Ari does have self-control, but~ if we talk about other type of self-control Kino does know how to push her buttons and crumble her defenses whenever he likes~

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?

Not just in the shower, Ari's mind is a theater playing scenarios (real and fictional) non stop. In the shower she prefers to listen to music, dance and sing more than creating or repeating scenarios.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?

Yes, but does requires a lot of courage for her. If she's with either Naomi, Yuri or Kino she would ask them to do it on her behalf. If there's no other way she does do it when she's by herself.

Stairs or elevator?

Elevator. I mean they are there for a reason and that is for them to be used, right? So she'll used them whenever she cans.

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?

More like exaggerating, she gives A LOT OF DETAILS. If she wants to tell a story, memory or rumor she will provide the listener with context, background and all details she sees fit for the person to understand the story/rumor in question. She can't help it, something as "keep it short" doesn't exist for her and plus she believes it's more enjoyable that way eitherway. That is if you have the honor to actually get to be her friend and therefore get the honor to listen to her talking… otherwise she's as silent as a mouse ^^'.

[littlesparklight]

In myths Zeus seems to have a better relationship with his children that are important in society, like Athena, Apollo and Hermes. But how would you describe what makes him like a child and want to spend time with them, versus what makes him have a contentious relationship with a child. Because it can't just be about approval and obedience.

I know I've talked a little about Zeus and his relationship to his children before, but :V I'm not going to try and find those posts lol

Anyway uh, first thing I feel is kinda important to point out - absence of any interaction (positive or negative) with Zeus and any given offspring of his in myth can't be taken as "he has a negative relationship with them".

The only one we unequivocally know Zeus doesn't like and definitely has a (up to the Iliad, at least, which is at the end of the myths bar some stragglers) contentious relationship with is Ares. He straight up tells us (well, Ares) why he doesn't like him, and still helps him promptly.

Does he have a good or bad relationship with, say, Hebe? The Charites? The Muses? We don't know. It's not like it comes up (there's no need for it to come up/no stories/myths/poems/etc, if they were written about that, like Callimachus' literary hymn to Artemis where she goes to her father, has survived). I'd default to "it's usually good" because assuming that he doesn't just because we don't see anything either way... just seems like one is assuming a priori that of course no one likes Zeus, etc.

I think you could just as well ask why he likes Athena, Hermes, Artemis and Apollo, because it's not as if we actually get much of any reasons for that either. He likes Athena because... she comes mostly/only from him, because her war domain is more "aristocratic" than Ares, because she is like him? Your pick/guess. She certainly isn't always obedient and he instead usually bends the rules he has just set up for everyone else for her (see you the Iliad).

He absolutely has a contentious relationship with Apollo, but I also interpret their relationship as mostly positive, too.

An example; yes, he grants Athena and Artemis to stay virgins - because they specifically ask for this particular status. He has quite a lot of other divine daughters who never marry (and some of them variously have demigod offspring at least once, but those trysts/marriages are only temporary, the mortals left behind). So does he like Artemis and Athena better... or did he just give them what they asked for, while allowing his other daughters to do as they wished, without any need for specific virgin status?

I think we're better served looking at it from another angle; who he chooses to put close to work with.

Apollo asks for, and gets, the official position as disseminator of the knowledge of fate as it pertains to mortals from Zeus. Note; this ultimately comes from Zeus. Apollo is a middleman, and claims the exclusive spot for this. Other divination is unreliable/can be false, exactly because it doesn't come down through the ~official channel~. And Apollo, we know, isn't particularly obedient all the time, so clearly 100% obedience isn't a trait necessary. Perhaps he values Apollo's approach, etc.?

Hermes is another important one. I feel like he just likes Hermes' approach/personality, on top of needing Hermes' particular skills. He likes the kid instantly after he's performed his infant larceny, after all! And I suppose you could call Hermes obedient because he certainly does all Zeus has him do, but Zeus also clearly liked a child that showed they were very much not going to be obedient if it got them what they wanted.

I honestly think Zeus does, in general, has a pretty good relationship overall with his many offspring. Most of them he doesn't need to work with closely, so any approval or intimacy isn't going to be spotlighted (or even necessary for day-to-day life).

Also; The ones he seems to like best are the ones he's also most likely to have at least temporarily contentious relationships with!

[honey-tongue]

Okay! After rewatching pmmm for the first time in about 10 years, what are my thoughts?

(This will be all over the place and probably really long. Formatting? What's that?)

I'll start with the ending! It's very emotional and bittersweet. It puts enough emphasis to show how major Madoka's wish is. Not in terms of the universe, but in terms of Madoka's existence itself. And everytime she's asked if that's what she truly wants, she's says she's fine with it. Even with her heartbreaking goodbye with Homura.

And the ending tries to be a little ambiguous where this will go. Madoka's hope that Homura will remember her reminds me of Kyoko's hope that she can bring Sayaka back. Granted, Madoka truly hoped for that and wasn't trying to give false hope like Kyubey did. But still! Idk if it was intentional but it's cute! We also see after the credits (I never saw this part :0) was Homura walking to some wraiths and Madoka's aura(?) Telling her to do her best and her little smile is cute. :) Apparently those wings weren't supposed to be there, one of the staff just put them there because it looked cool lol. Anyways! Everything is supposed to be all good now! Right? It seems all good now!

Well... I'm gonna read the wraith arc soon after this and before rewatching Rebellion. (Rebellion will always confuse me lol.) But... I dunno! It wraps up a little TOO nearly, huh? It makes sense why people hated Rebellion and like how it ended. And some people like bittersweet endings, that's fine. But... It just seems a little TOO okay. We all know Homura wasn't really happy. Duh. But she's definitely less cold and she's smiling! That looks good! Kyoko and Mami are alive! That's good! Sayaka got to see the dumb boy play his violin and got some closure! That's good! But, again, this all just seems a little TOO fine. Like, how Madoka felt about how she'll forgotten and only a concept. She's just like "yeah! That's fine! That's okay with me! :D" I can't buy that. Not without that being a front or a result of feeling PUSHED into carrying this heavy burden and combined with her low self esteem and self confidence.

Madoka, like the other girls, was completely exploited. That's just a fact. You'll never make me believe otherwise. No normal person with a good mindset would wish that upon themselves, that doesn't have some form issues within themselves. Not to mention how Kyubey LITERALLY FORCED her into seeing things she didn't want to. You really think it didn't bother her? Just like my post about Sayaka, this dumb cat KNOWS what he's doing. Madoka has a kind heart, obvious she wants peace and goodness for everyone. We see and hear this time and time again, so it really hurts seeing that used by the magical system to try exploiting it for their own gain. And it sucks that this very system, that has caused so much pain, in fighting, abuse, instability, is the way to fix it all. But, I suppose that's how it is in the real world too... Anyway, Madoka was in a vulnerable spot, just as Kyubey wanted. Like he's scripting all of this just to push her. And I just have to emphasize that I don't buy Madoka being fully okay with this. Girl just wanted to be good at something, to give something amazing to this world and she thinks the only way to do that is to become a concept of law. People argue that "she wanted this" and yeah, maybe I'd fall for it too if I had all this information pumped in my head by Kyubey PLUS the whole events of the anime itself with Mami, Sayaka, and Kyoko dying and Homura almost dying.

Oh, my Homura... Babygirl. I'll add that Christina V was SO good at her emotional parts, honestly. It's a good reason to watch the dub! Idek what to say about Homura that I haven't either said irl or liked other people's posts about. But God... The whole ending is about hope. I GET IT. I GET IT. But there was just... It felt so wrong seeing her act okay and I guess that's the point of the darkened eyes at the end, mayhaps? I get how Homura feels selfish now, because even I feel selfish about wanting those two together after seeing how "okay" things are. ;_;

(I GOT DISTRACTED AND STOP TYPING RIP ILL DO MY BEST TO CONTINUE.)

Going away from the ending, Sayaka is such an underrated character oh my God? It felt like she was stealing the show sometimes lol. I don't understand how she's so hated. I mean I do, but I feel people see her wayyy too surface level. I almost started loving her more than Homura! Crazy! Her arc always will break my heart. It's the main reason I didn't rewatch it for so long, it's just so... Depressing and relatable as time goes on. (I first watched in like... 2014ish) Her English VA is so good too! Especially in the quiet moments when her voice is breaking. Ahh

!ALSO I DONT REMEMBER HATING KYUBEY THIS MUCH. Obviously, I didn't like him before, but I don't know if like, life has changed me or anything be I just wanna 😡😡😡 everytime he was on screen after they find out about the soul gems. I will NEVER understand how people can find it in their hearts to sympathize with him after seeing all that he's done to be manipulative. Like, did we watch the same show???

And Kyoko! She doesn't get much screentime but ah! What a doll! I forgot she ever interacted with Madoka! She's so sweet to her despite hardly speaking with her to begin with. Literally every magical girl wants to look out for her and I just 🥺💜💜!!! Honestly, her adamant stance on never wasting food hits harder now that I've actually experienced going without food. I remember not caring much about her when I first watched, but she's so fun! And normal lmao. Probably the least messed up in the cast. And I LOVE the idea of her and Homura having a solid friendship. The way they interact in rebellion and the way they get along in the show is refreshing. I'm sure Homura appreciated not having to babysit her as much as the others.

Overall, this was painful. :) Episode 8 was the most painful one, if I'm being honest. Sayaka breaking down plus Homura's emotional outburst HURT. I kept having to pause from watching it because I just couldn't handle it. Also, because I watched the dub, I didn't get to see something's be translated.

This was when she became a witch and :((( she felt so bad for wanting to be acknowledged. My heart...

Sighhhhh.... But those are my thoughts. Is it just as good as when I watched it? Even better! I feel like as an adult, I understood the concepts and explanations way better and have a better appreciation gift the themes it tackled and the way it was written! I low-key hate it now though because for now, I feel oddly... Bad for wanting Homura to pull Madoka down. I never felt bad about it and now I kind of do? I feel like the "Homura is evil and everything was fine before she interfered" people are infiltrating my brain. Oh no... Well! Time to watch Rebellion after I read the wraith arc. Maybe that will help me not feel so insecure with how I feel.

Also this was really all over the place, I can't seem to fully sit down and write this out like I did with my Sayaka vs Madoka post. My brain is truly a mystery.

[mysterious-prophetess]

So I just fell down the DMDP rabbit hole lol

Thanks to Mother’s Basement for turning me onto this anime/manga. Otherwise I might have missed it and it is RIGHT up my alley, like you don’t know how much up my alley it is.

I loved episodes 1 and 2 so much, I binged the manga clear up through current chapter: 98. I also own the currently available volumes in English (Vols. 1-8) and I’ve pre-ordered Vol. 9.

So!

With everything I’ve read (the manga volumes having short stories of what the world that was left behind is up to), I’m going to use my super-English major skills to make some predictions while also talking about stuff because I’m eager to blather on about this manga.

I won’t claim to be accurate with my predictions at all.

BUT I did call All for One’s Attempted Extreme Identity Theft using these skills and a line from the Dub. So, take from that what you will.

I’m putting everything else under a “keep reading.” You click on this, and you’re not up to speed through chapter 98, be it on your heads!

So, firstly, let’s go into the fact that  Rizdilusia Redrazalf/False Polka Shinoyama AKA Corpse God is well, the True Polka’s maternal half-brother. Only, unlike poor Polka, Rizdilusia got the cute pointy ears their mother had as part of her being a not!Elf. The actual race’s name begins with a “V” and I can’t spell it. It also appears Polka and Rizdilusia do share hair and eye color.

I’d also wager that Polka actually has Elemental eyes too, but I think Rizdilusia/Corpse God might have been right about the Evil Eye being soul bound.

So, what does that mean? Ronzan already respected Rizdilusia/Corpse God, now he’s going to feel responsible for his newly discovered stepson, who is currently borrowing his own son’s body.

It also means that Rizdilusia/Corpse God is going to want to build a life with that family.

I think he is maybe going to try to take the robo-body but I think Polka will still want to be the one in it. TBH it would be safer for him since he was murdered once already.

I also think that someone who knows about the other side is the one who wanted Polka dead because of his heritage for some reason. A crazy theory is, maybe, someone either saw the future or (because of weird timey-wimey-wibbly-wobbly stuff) and knew that Rizdilusia/Corpse God would use a reincarnation art and wanted to control what body he landed in.

I doubt it but I am putting it out there. It’s more than likely anti-whatever-his-mother’s-race-was stuff.

I also think that with references to the alchemist Pani and the fact that Civil is a homunculus, point me to an idea that I find I don’t mind: Pani using the grimoire from Civil’s faction, is able to create a homunculus body for Rizdilusia using some of Polka’s blood/DNA as a base. Why would she do this? Because, she’s friends with his friends, and they might ask her to. That would solve the whole “borrowing his brother’s body thing” very nicely.

Onto the biggest prediction I’ve gleamed from reading the short stories and my own plot analysis skills:

The Geldwood Cult is going to invade Earth and I think the exit to that hole is in Japan. They’ll either pose as peaceful visitors and try to get the Earth to accept their lies. e.g. they’ll use false flags to make it look like those who were labeled “enemies of the world like Rizdilusia/Corpse God” are there to do nefarious stuff and they can save this sinful world.

Or they’ll bust through that hole with guns and magic blazing, forcing what were once enemies into uniting and fighting back.

[kvothe-kingkiller]

i hate to break it to you but this is false :/ i mean sure, it’s a clever way of writing them but it is definitely not how they originated (and since when is arabic all angles? arabic has loops and curves for days)

the crossed 7 only came from how difficult it is to distinguish 1′s from 7′s in cursive roman lettering. that curl on the nine only ever shows up in like, calligraphy texts and such.

old arabic numbers looked like this:

and over centuries it evolved and spread through persia and the europeans eventually adopted it. There’s an old manuscript from spain showing the numbers a bit farther down the line:

(written right to left)

then it spread further and north up into mainland europe (germany and such) and a french historian in 1757 published ‘histoire de la mathematique’ which included this diagram:

(look at row seven, which he labeled chiffre modernes which is ‘modern digits’)

as you can see, the seven doesnt have the cross, the nine isnt curled, and generally they are the smooth ones we see today, not angled

This is really interesting. Wow.